Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Winter white


With the newspapers and TV news programmes full of global warming ,nature chose for Britain to freeze over the festive season.

The snow fell across the east side of the country in the week before Christmas and although Wigtown was spared for many days, it fell heavily on Saturday night. Sunday saw snow everywhere and the snow is still around days after Christmas. More falls are predicted. There may be a White Hogmanay, or New Year, to go with the White Christmas.

The children had a great time sledging and making snowmen. However, Sharon's wheelchair does not feature a skis option and so she is happily wrapped up in the warmth indoors.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Lovely people make flying a breeze

Lovely people make flying a breeze

Travelling in a wheelchair isn't easy but the friendliness and skills of the people who work at airports go a long way to making things a lot less stressful.

Sharon travelled through Spain's San Javier Airport, Murcia, on her way to Prestwick, Scotland, to spend Christmas with her family. The smiling faces of the teams that assist disabled travellers, at both ends of the flight, were waiting for her.

“I am always impressed by the way I fell so much at ease with the helpfulness of everyone,” said Sharon. “Being in a wheelchair is difficult enough, but when travelling it can be even more frightening. But the helpfulness of the disabled helpers at the airports is wonderful. They take me through check-in, security, up the steps in a special stair-lift chair and right into my seat. They help me with my bags and everything.

“I feel that it is not just a job to them but that they actually love their work and they love to help people like me who need help. They are obviously very patient people, very kind and understanding and often ask me things about my well-being that surprise even me. They think of everything.

“If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't fly because I would be too afraid. So, a big thank you to them all.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

A fine morning pick-me-up


This morning dawned bright and sunny but a little chilly by Spanish standards. Mind you, that means the temperature was about what would be described as “lovely” at the height of a British summer.

We went to our local Intermarche supermarket to get a few bits and pieces and then enjoyed a coffee con leche each. The bakery café featured an intriguing display of special pastries and biscuits that are mainly seen at Christmas time. Key ingredients are angel-hair sugar, which is made from pumpkins, almonds, olive oil and wine. We chose suspiros de coc, which are coconut macaroons, borrachelos scattered with white sugar and angel-hair sugar inside, and murcianitos, which were little pastries filled with more angel-hair. They were delicious, although, not surprisingly, very sweet.

A regular leaned against the counter and ordered his 11am pick-me-up. This consisted of a glass into which a layer of condensed milk was poured, on top of this went a double shot of black coffee, then a healthy free-hand pour of brandy, then an equally generous pour of Bailey’s, then a topping of frothy cappuccino milk with a scattering of cinnamon. A packet of sugar was added and everything stirred together. The man who was enjoying this treat highly recommended it when we spoke to him as an essential and healthy restorative.

If you are suffering from the winter mid-morning blahs, then a couple of these should set you up for the rest of the day. Or, at least, keep you going until your first glass of wine with lunch.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Beautiful baked bananas

Recently our friends Mike and Sue visited the Campo from Puerto de Mazarrón and they gave Sharon a wonderful old book of Scots recipes.

This is Lady Maclean´s Cookbook, not surprisingly, by Lady Maclean, wife of Sir Fitzroy Maclean. He notes in the introduction: “When I married, I weighed ten stone. Now I weigh fifteen. Need I say more?”

The book has no publication details but probably appeared in the 1950s or 1960s and it is crammed with recipes for delicious real food without any of the nonsense of modern fashion. You won´t find purple lettuces and mascarpone in these recipes.

The Macleans lived at Strachur House, Argyll, and many of the recipes are from there, or from her ladyship´s friends who obviously moved in elevated social circles. But great tribute is made to the cooks of their households. Lady Maclean says her grandmother was a member of the Tennant family and “like most of her generation could not boil an egg herself.” But she was crazy about food: “How that garrulous family ever stopped talking long enough to eat, I often wonder.”

Here is a recipe for Baked Bananas Creole which will serve four or five people and which came from Hamsell Manor, near Tunbridge Wells. Sharon is a banana fiend. “I remember we used to grow them in our back garden in Africa and I have always loved bananas. I went to college in Tunbridge Wells and lived there for a year. So this is the perfect dish for me.”

“Baked Bananas Creole

Lay half a dozen peeled, ripe bananas in a shallow fireproof dish and sprinkle over them:

Three tablespoons of brown sugar
The juice of one lemon
Three tablespoons of water

Bake in a slow oven until the bananas are brown, adding, half-way through the cooking one sherry glassful of rum. Served with whipped cream handed separately.”

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Sunshine time for Sam


November is a beautiful time of the year to be in Spain, the fierce and blazing heat of summer is long gone and the chills of winter have not yet taken hold.

At the weekend strong winds from the north swept across the Campo, shaking the house and stripping all the fragrant jasmine blossom from the swags that hang over the fence of Sharon´s garden. Never mind, now the buds that were unopened are in full flower the wind has gone and the heady scent is back again. Open the window in the front door and the jasmine fragrance fills the house.

The skies are blue and clear and the mid-day sun is warm but not baking. One enthusiast for this time of year is our old Golden Labrador, Sam. He´s getting on a bit now and the joints creak and ache with arthritis. As he certainly knows, there is no better way of dealing with these than lying in the sun for an hour or two.

He flops into his favourite bed and soaks up the rays while watching such life as passes along the track. A horse and carriage jingling past saw him sit up for a better view this morning and then he just went back to sunbathing.

Who can beat a bit of sun when you are not as young as you used to be?

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

Liz´s lovely lemon drizzle cake

Sharon´s friend Liz has sent her the recipe for a delicious lemon drizzle cake.

Liz writes: “I thought you might like my recipe for lemon drizzle cake which I´ve made a few times with 100 per cent success (at least we think so as there is never much left once we start to eat it!)”

Ingredients

8oz or 225g of unsalted butter.
8oz or 225g of caster sugar
four large eggs
8oz or 225g of self-raising flour
finely grated zest of one lemon

For the drizzle
Juice of one or two lemons
3oz of caster sugar.

Beat the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy and then add the eggs one at a time. Sift in the flour and add the lemon zest. Mix well and pour into a greaseproof lined loaf tin. Bake in the oven at 180/160C for 45 to 50 minutes.

When the cake has cooled but is still just warm combine the drizzle ingredients and pour over.

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Monday, October 26, 2009

Shellfish and blue cheese



Why is it that some of the strangest-looking food delicacies are also the most expensive?

Wandering along the fascinating fish and shellfish counter in the supermarket at the El Corte Ingles department store in Cartagena we spotted a tray that was priced at 68.95 euros a kilo. What a fantastic price, but one that makes it unlikely that we will every find out what this shellfish tastes like. The name in Spanish is Percebe Gordo, which translates as Fat Barnacles. See the picture.

Much cheaper were good old winkles, ideal for anyone who fancies a traditional British snack after a session at the pub. In the past, the winkle stall was a common site outside the pubs of London and winkles are still a popular dish in the East End, with the slimy contents being winkled out with a pin. At El Corte Ingles, look out for Biguros Gordo, priced at a very reasonable 9.95 euros a kilo.

Meanwhile at the cheese counter in the delicatessen, Club Del Gourmet, near to the supermarket, there was an interesting selection of blue cheeses. A triangle of suitably mouldy looking Queso Azul La Perla, from Asturias, was selected. Sharon won´t touch this.

However, more mature palettes found the Asturian blue cheese to be rich and creamy with an aroma that is less powerful than other blue and green cheeses. Highly recommended.

“How could you fancy anything that smells so disgusting?” said the uneducated palette.

With Christmas coming up, attention was drawn to the bottle of Macallan 1951 whisky, the ideal festive treat at 3,600 euros.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

More like a cake

Another Sharon´s boozy cheer-up cake was baked at the weekend. See the earlier article for the recipe.

This time the amount of dried fruit soaked in sherry was halved and replaced by Whitworth´s dried fruit soaked in rum, which is fairly dry. The result has the consistency of a cake rather than of a bread pudding.

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Friday, October 23, 2009

The creature from the deep


After taking our golden Labrador Sam to the vet this morning for routine jabs we called in at a local café for some tapas.

We enjoyed seafood salad, boquerones (slightly pickled anchovies), tender York ham and a Murcian salad made with sliced onion, tinned tomatoes, tuna and quarters of boiled egg. With lots of fresh crusty bread, olives and frothy café con leche as well, of course.

On the counter was a special treat, all ready to be cut up. This was a big octopus measuring about two feet across and nicely roasted and brown. This is known in Spanish as “pulpo” and is greatly appreciated. When you order, the waiter takes a big pair of scissors and cuts off a piece of leg which he then further cuts into thin slices, each with suckers attached.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Sharon´s Boozy Cheer-Up Cake

Finding a bag of dried fruit on a shelf in the larder, the problem then arose of what to do with it. So we invented Sharon´s Boozy Cheer-Up Cake.

First the bag of dried fruit, which included things like apple rings, dried whole apricots and prunes, was soaked overnight and the water thrown away. The fruit swells up and becomes all juicy. In the days before fancy supermarkets dried fruit was a staple ingredient for sweet treats throughout the winter months.

Then the now-soft fruit was put into a tight-lidded container and just covered with sherry from our local bodega and left overnight again. The next day it was all whizzed in the food processor.

Now we turned to our 35-year-old New Zealand cookbook. We bought this when living in Wellington and it is a treasure-trove of ancient colonial recipes. Bet you don´t have recipes for Ladysmith Cake, Khaki Cake, Gruel or Mutton Broth.

Surprisingly, we had all nearly all the ingredients for the traditional Fruit Cake contained in the book.

Ingredients

Eight ounces of butter
Eight ounces of brown sugar (we only had white)
Two tablespoons of Golden Syrup (we used treacle instead)
One tablespoon of marmalade (we had some three-year old home-made)
Five eggs (three of which had to be borrowed from next door)
12 ounces of flour
Pinch of salt
One teaspoon of baking powder
One and a half pounds of mixed fruit (this is where we used our sherry-soaked fruit)
Two ounces of mixed peel
One teaspoon of mixed spice
Half a teaspoon of nutmeg.

Cream the butter and sugar together then add the golden syrup or treacle and the marmalade. Add the well-beaten eggs and the sifted dried ingredients. Then add the fruit and cook in a medium oven for about two and a half hours.

Our cake turned out a bit like a bread pudding, rather than airy-light concoction, but several volunteer samplers agreed that it tasted lovely.

It certainly cheered Sharon up – hence the name.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Time to make a really traditional Christmas cake

“It´s that time of the year again,” says Sharon. “Time to make the Christmas cake. If you make it now there will be plenty of time for it to mature and become more delicious when you tuck into it at Christmas.

“My favourite recipe comes from my old friend, Dorrie, with whom I have sadly lost touch with over the past few years. Dorrie used to live in the Camp but moved to Los Alcázares on the shores of the Mar Menor. She is from England originally and must now be nearly 90.

This is Dorrie´s recipe that has been handed down from her great-grandmother. A bit of calculation suggests that the recipe dates back to the middle of the 19th century, so it is really authentic.

That´s about the time that Christmas, as we know it today, arrived in the United Kingdom. Charles Dickens´ story “A Christmas Carol” was massively popular. The young Queen Victoria married the German Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg in 1840 and it is thought that he introduced the Christmas Tree. Santa Claus is Germany´s patron saint of Children. However, the fat, happy chap that we know today as Father Christmas, with his white beard and red suit, made his first appearance as a Coca Cola advert. The first Christmas commercial Christmas card was printed in 1846 but cards didn´t really catch on until the 1870s. Dorrie´s great grandmother started making this cake when she was married.

The cake is easy to make so get cracking now.

Ingredients.

One and a half ounces of chopped almonds
Three ounces of ground almonds
Six ounces of plain flour and a pinch of salt
One teaspoon of mixed spice
Six ounces of butter
Six ounces of Brown sugar, Barbados is best
Five large eggs
One tablespoon of treacle
Nine ounces of Currants
Six ounces of sultanas
Six ounces of raisins
Three ounces of chopped mixed dried peel
Four ounces of glace cherries, or cherries in syrup
Two ounces of glace pineapple, chopped. If this cannot be found substitute more cherries.
One ounce of angelica (can be omitted)
Grated rind and juice of a large lemon
Juice of an orange
One tablespoon of brandy
One large apple, peeled, cored and finely grated.
One large carrot, finely grated

Mix everything together and cook in your oven, pre-heated to 100C, for more than four hours. When it is cool, wrap tightly in tinfoil and store in a cool place until Christmas so that the flavours can really develop.

“I love this cake. It is always so moist and the fruit is always nice and juicy,” says Sharon. “And it makes you feel as if it is Christmas, so it helps you to get into the festive spirit.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Keep an eye out for anise biscuits

One of the pleasures of shopping in Spain is that you find plenty of new things to enjoy. One thing worth looking out for is “Tortes de Aciete” which, misleadingly translates as oil tarts.

In fact these are crisp wafer thin biscuits about five inches across made with virgin olive oil, flour sugar, aromatic herbs, and anise. “They crumble as soon as you bite into them but they make an excellent snack with a cup of tea,” says Sharon.

The pack we bought in the supermarket was found with a selection of traditional baked items, such as tarts and dry pastries. The wording on the wrapper says: “Las legitimas y acreditadas tortas de aciete de Ines Rosales.”

Give them a try.

Herbalists have long valued anise, which is native to the Eastern Mediterranean and must not be confused with the Asian star anise. The plant grows to about three feet tall and is very aromatic with a licquorice-like flavour. It has also similar to fennel.

It is a firm favourite in European cookery, and can be found in treats such as Greek dolmas and English aniseed balls and humbug. It is drunk with hot water after meals in India as an aid to digestion. In fact, the herbalists cite it as an important digestive helper. It is also thought to be effective against parasites and to relieve toothache. Aromatherapists say it helps with colds and flues.

Anise is found in many strong alcoholic drinks, including Arab arak, French absinthe, anisette and pastis, Greek ouzou, Italian sambuca and Turks raki.

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© Phillip Bruce 2009.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Enjoying tapas and herbs


This morning we made a trip with friends Brian and Jackie to the town of Fuente Alamo to visit the vet with the papers for our golden Labrador, Sam, to make sure that he is up to date with all his jabs. Everything is fine we were pleased to hear.

Being in Fuente Alamo, of course we took the opportunity to visit a favourite café/bar for morning coffee and tapas. This is a long-established place in a back street with a well worn and comfortable air about it.

Sadly, Sharon was still too full of breakfast to eat anything but she enjoyed her coffee. The rest of us managed to force down a few morsels, including a delicious long thin baguette sliced and with a filling founded on freshly-grated tomatoes on top of which were layered plenty of anchovies and thick slices of goats´ cheese. Croquettes were also ordered, together with tostada con tomate, which is the local favourite of toasted bread served with a big bowl of more freshly grated tomatoes. Of course, we also ordered a dish of olives, the fresh green type that are just split and kept a few weeks in brine. These are quite sharp but have a bite that is appreciated by those who like such things. A basket of hunks of fresh bread completed the table, as did a flask of olive-oil to pour over anything that needed it.

On the way back home, we stopped at a Moroccan shop in La Aljorra that Jackie has discovered. “Have you got fresh coriander?” Jackie asked, the smiling owner looked towards the door and a man walked in carrying several baskets over-flowing with bunches of fresh-cut coriander and mint. The fat bunches were only 60 cents each. We also bought huge fresh oven-baked round loaves that are wonderfully soft.

Sharon said: “I´m going to use the coriander in a white sauce to have with baked potatoes for tonight’s dinner, she said. We´ll also have chopped ham on top and coleslaw on the side. So, a well-balanced and nourishing meal. Simply delicious.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Power of Porridge

Today Sharon wore for the first time this year a light cardigan as she went out early. It wasn´t cold but “there was definitely a nip in the air,” she said.

What does colder weather mean? Porridge of course. We´ve recently found a new brand, or new to us at least, of porridge in our local Intermarche supermarket – Flahavan´s – which comes to the Mediterranean all the way from Ireland´s Kilmacthomas, on the River Mahon in County Waterford.

The porridge is lovely and smooth and the family-owned company is immensely proud of its product if the wording on the packet and its website is anything to go by. According to the website, www.flahavans.com, there has been an oat mill at Kilmacthomas since the late 1700s. The river Mahon, which flows from its source in the Comeragh Mountains to the sea at Bonmahon, provided the power to turn the great stone wheels that milled the oats.

Originally, the oatmeal that was produced by milling was heavier than that sold today. In 1935, the family added an oatflaking facility which produced a finer flake that is faster to cook. Now Flahavan´s Progress Oatlets is the leading brand of porridge oats in Ireland. The chairman of the company is a sixth-generation family member. The packet we found at Intermarche is labeled “Flahavan´s Irish Porridge Oats.”

“Flahavans porridge has a distinctive texture and taste because all of the oats used in the making of Flahavan´s are grown locally, chosen from a select panel of growers,” says the company. “The region of Kilmacthomas has its own micro-climate, nestling beneath the shelter of the Comeragh mountains while also being relatively close to the sea. This means that the area does not get very cold winters, which gives a better quality of oat grain.”

Sharon, who suffers from an English upbringing, prefers her porridge with milk and honey. This is sacrilege in the opinion of the Scots half of the household, which holds that it should only be eaten with salt. In the old days in Scotland, it was not unknown for the week´s porridge to be made on a Monday, poured into a drawer and left to set with chunks being cut out for breakfast each morning.

Apparently the tough Scots and Irish were eating the best possible breakfast as porridge has the highest protein content of any cereal. In more modern times that makes it ideal for people trying to lose weight. A diet rich in fibre is said to help prevent heart disease and porridge is good for this, as it reduces blood cholesterol by soaking up the bad stuff. Porridge can be relied on to keep your spirits up: “Eating porridge helps the brain to produce serotonin. Serotonin is a brain transmitter that helps keep our spirits up and our appetites down. Levels of serotonin dip when sunlight is low – i.e. during the winter months and can frequently lead to Seasonal Affective Disorder.”

According to Flahavan´s, famous people who eat porridge include Wallace and Gromit, Big Brother housemates, Nelson Mandela, Bill Gates, Demi Moore, Kate Moss, Calista Flockhart, Tim Henman and Jane Fonda.

Sharon ought to be added to that list as plenty of porridge will be consumed in the Campo in the months to come.

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©Phillip Bruce.

Chocolate biscuit discovery

Sharon has found a new type of chocolate biscuit which she is very keen on.

“They are absolutely yummy and they are smothered in dark chocolate, which is my favourite as opposed to milk chocolate. I am either white or black when it comes to my chocolate tastes.

“The biscuits are made by Fontaneda, and it says ´Digestive Noir Con Naranja´ on the box. They are flavoured with orange when you bite into them which goes wonderfully well with the black chocolate. They are my new favourite when having a nice cup of tea.”

And you can feel virtuous while eating these chocolate/orange treats as it says on the box that they are a good source of fibre and a new recipe contains 30 per cent less saturated fat than previously. Fontaneda has been making biscuits in Spain since 1881 and it says on the packet that it carries out more than 2.5 million quality controls every year to ensure the highest quality in its products.

So, you can have an extra biscuit if you like and it will be doing you good.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

Roasted vegetables turn out great


Last night we made the roast vegetable dish recommended by Rosa, of El Corte Ingles, and it was delicious. (See article below “A real Spanish salad.”)

A large roasting tray was chosen and into it went a couple of purple and white striped aubergines, a large courgette, a red pepper, a green pepper and four fat tomatoes. The very tiniest bit of oil was spread across the bottom of the tray first to stop sticking.

A visit to the front garden produced fresh sage, rosemary and another herb that looks a bit like chives but is something else – must get it identified (see picture). These were chopped finely and scattered over and among the vegetables. The pan was put into the oven, uncovered, and roasted for about 45 minutes. About 20 minutes from the end a handful of button mushrooms was added.

The pan was removed from the oven and allowed to cool. Then the skin easily peeled off from the peppers and tomatoes. The flesh was scooped out from the aubergines and courgette. Everything was sliced and mixed together with a splodge of olive oil.

The vegetables were served with some home-made cheese quiche.

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©Phillip Bruce

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Super suet makes a comeback


In days gone by British cookbooks were full of recipes featuring suet. Those were the type of cookbooks that never mentioned things like garlic, broccoli or strangely-coloured lettuce.

Doing a bit of reorganization in the Campo larder we found a couple of boxes of Atora light suet and went in search of recipes. Atora has its own excellent website, which can be found at www.atora.net. The larder search also produced a packet of Whitworths luxury mixed dried fruit soaked in rum. The fruit included sultanas, currants, seedless raisins, chopped pineapple, apricots, citrus peel, glace cherries and, of course, rum.

Putting the suet and the fruit together led to an idea for a traditional steamed pudding.

Ingredients, to serve six people: 150g or six ounces of self-raising flour, 75g or 3 ounces of Atora suet, 75g or three ounces of caster sugar, one beaten egg, milk to mix. 75g or three ounces of dried mixed fruit, or currants, or sultanas or raisins.

Get ready a big ovenproof bowl that can hold abut 750ml or one and a half pints, a sheet of greaseproof paper and kitchen aluminum foil.

Mix the flour, the suet and the sugar together. Put in the egg and mix up with a bit of milk to make soft dough. Then add the dried fruit.

Put the mix into the bowl and cover the surface with greaseproof paper. Put aluminum foil over the top of the bowl and tie around with string to stop the water getting in during cooking. Put the bowl into a large pan with water that comes about three quarters of the way up the bowl. Then bring to the boil, turn down a little, put the lid on the pan and steam for two hours.

Our pudding came out absolutely delicious and very light. Sharon said: “It was yummy, especially the cherries. The fruit was all soft and juicy and was spotted throughout the pudding. There was fruit in every spoonful.”

According to Atora, one the earliest mentions of suet is made in a recipe dated 1617. It was a key ingredient for “Cambridge Pudding” which was served to students in the famous university city. From the end of the 17th century suet puddings really became popular, often containing whole apples or other fruit. Meat puddings were also made using left-over minced meat, mixed with egg, milk and spices.

Suet is actually beef or mutton fat, especially the hard fat found around the loins and kidneys. It was complicated and time consuming to prepare but a Frenchman living in Manchester, Gabriel Hugon, set up the first factory to manufacture shredded suet. In 1893 he opened the Atora suet factory in Openshaw, Manchester. The new product was an immediate hit with cooks.

The word “Atora” is thought to come from the Spanish word for a bull, toro. And this may be true as Atora suet comes from beef cattle. Wagons carrying Atora traveled the country pulled by pairs of huge Hereford bullocks. Captain Scott took suet on his trek to the Antarctic in the 1900s. Today more than 2,300 tons of Atora is sold in Britain each year.

Normally, we use Atora to make delicious dumplings for stews and casseroles, popping them in about 20 minutes before the end of cooking. The 2,300 tons would make more than one million dumplings a day.

With the difficult economic times currently being experienced there is a big interest in traditional dishes. So get cooking with suet.

For our steamed suet pudding we used Atora Light, shredded vegetable suet, which has 30 per cent less fat than the traditional type. This is ideal for vegetarians as it is made from vegetable oils, wheat flour and pectin.

Next we are going to try making proper steak and kidney pudding.

A tip is that you should always top up the steaming pud pan with boiling water. If you use cold water the pudding will turn out heavy.

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©Phillip Bruce

Enjoying a leisurely lunch


Lunch should be long and leisurely not rushed. The people who live around the Mediterranean have always appreciated this and in Cartagena the long lunch is still thriving.

A few days ago we enjoyed a lunch at the Café Marin, in Calle Angel Bruno, where the cooking was great and the waitress, Catie, was so friendly that we felt as if we were eating in someone’s home. The Café Marin is in the Ensanche district, which was formerly the giant lagoon that protected the back of ancient Cartagena. This was filled in during the early 20th century and is now a popular residential area.

We arrived some time after 1pm and Catie pushed two tables on the pavement, or sidewalk, together so that there was plenty of room for Sharon in her wheelchair. Being virtuous, water, fizzy and still, was ordered rather than wine and the menu was explained. Waitresses and waiters in Cartagena have fantastic memories and they give details of everything on offer and answer all questions.

Sharon decided to have pollo asado, which is oven-roast chicken, and I chose albondigas, which is the traditional meatball dish of Spain. The world albondigas is derived from the Arabic word “bunduqah”, with “al” meaning “the.” Our friend Graham also had the meatballs and his wife, Liz, chose paella.

First to arrive was a huge salad, with lovely fresh tomatoes, lettuce and olives, together with a big basket of fresh bread. We tucked in.

Then the main courses arrived and they were all fantastic. Sharon´s chicken was mouth-wateringly tender and served with oven-roast potatoes and juices from the pan. The albondigas were delicious and served as a kind of stew dotted with little cubes of roast potato. The paella was rich with the colour of saffron and Catie brought a fresh lemon for Liz to squeeze over.

Full to bursting, we all agreed we could not eat any more. But, then Catie insisted that the inside of the café be inspected. In fact, Café Marin is not just a café, but a bakery and patisserie as well and the shop is full of fantastically tempting treats. We ordered a plate of small sweet delicacies, a couple of big glazed strawberry tarts and an apple flan, which were brought out to the table. Everything disappeared in a very short time. Another specialty of Café Marin is the take-away meals that are very popular with the locals who call in a constant stream to pick up something tasty for lunch or dinner.

We can´t remember what time we finished lunch, enjoying coffees, of course, after the desserts had disappeared. Who cares? That´s how lunch should be.

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Friday, October 9, 2009

A real Spanish salad

Sharon says: “Sometimes people ask me how I know so much about Spanish food. I have to say it is because the thing I am most famous for is talking. And I talk to just about anybody and everybody I meet.

“People who know me will know this.

“This morning I was in the great El Corte Ingles department store in Cartagena to pick up my bits and bobs. I like to go there because there disabled parking underground right next to the automatic door entrance. There is also a Post Office. And there is no siesta. The café is excellent and the staff is always very helpful. There are fantastic toilets and the place is always clean. Just like department stores should be.

“Anyway, I was in there this morning buying some stationery and I got talking to Rosa who was serving me. She is a food expert and loves the country food of Murcia. She is originally from Águilas which is down the Murcia coast to the south and is famous for its seafood.

“Rosa told me about a great way to make roasted vegetable salad. Take a big oven tray and fill it with aubergines, red and green peppers, tomatoes and plenty of chopped garlic. Roast it all in the oven, take out and let it all cool down. Take the skins off and arrange on a serving dish before sprinkling with olive oil.

“So, of course, I am all set to try this at the weekend. Bear in mind this could be served as a starter or a side dish with a main meal.”

What nice people you meet in El Corte Ingles.

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Saturday, October 3, 2009

Beautiful bread


The baker in our village has been there for decades and he says it is the only place in Europe that proper bread can be baked. Go a few miles north or south and the weather and conditions are hopeless for good baking.

A big old oven is used and the loaves go in on special long-handled wooden shovels to be baked to perfection. The bread is sold all around the Campo by little vans but it was only on returning after our break that we found that the baker has opened a shop.

The place is beautifully decorated, with images of the tools of baking and the oven itself on the walls and when Sharon popped in for a look around today she found a steady stream of customers. As well as bread there were savoury pastries, or empanadas, and a selection of cream-filled treats.

On asking what round baked circles of pastry were, she was told that this was the same pastry that is folded over to make empanadas. Apparently, it is broken up with the fingers and eaten like crisps. “It´s great with cold beer,” said a lady customer.

Sharon chose a huge round loaf which was still warm from the oven and hunks went very well with our home-made chicken soup lunch.

“The other thing I treated myself to was a bagful of freshly-baked mini-croissants that are stuffed full of chocolate,” said Sharon. “They are delicious. What a treat.”

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©Phillip Bruce. www.sharonskitchenworld.blogspot.com

Friday, October 2, 2009

Where did apples come from?

Sharon continues to enjoy the apples from the little tree in her huerta, or kitchen garden. These apples, like all apples, are probably descended from the wild mountains of Tian Shan, or “Heavenly Mountains”, which straddle Kazakhstan and China.

That seems a very long way from Sharon´s small garden but Oxford University researchers claim that study of the DNA of British apples, such as Granny Smith and Cox´s Orange Pippins, confirms the theory that the first edible sweet apples on earth grew in the Tian Shan mountains, at heights of more than 6,000 feet, or 2,000 meters.

Biologist Barry Juniper, says that descendant trees of the “Garden of Eden” fruit are still growing on the high mountainsides, although they are threatened by modern development. Apparently, the DNA discovery has surprised the experts. They had thought that apples were hybrids of different fruits. Bears were thought to have assisted their spread as they love eating sweet, ripe fruit. The resulting waste products spread the seeds widely. The first cultivated fruit orchards were set up around the Persian Gulf and later soldiers of the Roman legions brought apples to Europe.

Cartagena was a Roman city for many hundreds of years and Sharon says she is now going to tell everyone that the ancestors of her little tree arrived with a legionnaire.

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Battered apples very tasty


The rain has swelled the apples in Sharon´s front garden. These apples grow on a small tree of unknown origin and although they don´t grow very big they are delicious.

We haven´t given the tree any fertilizer or sprayed it so the fruit counts as 100 per cent organic. The apples have to be shared with the birds and bugs but there are usually enough left for us to enjoy. With the heavy rain, many had fallen to the ground and when things dried up a bit we went out and scooped them up. Careful peeling and cutting was required but the end result was a pan of delicious stewed apples.

Delicious natural fruit doesn´t look like the perfect factory farm specimens in the supermarket but our apples are sweet and juicy. “I´m more than happy,” said Sharon as she tucked into a plate of the stewed apples with fat raisins.

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Sharon the rain maker


Sharon has had a wet summer in Scotland and she has brought the rain back with her to the Campo.

“Everybody in Spain asked me to bring back some rain with me. But I never intended to bring back the rain that we have experienced in the past few days. In all the seven years I have lived here I have never known anything like it,” said Sharon.

Between September 12 and Monday, nearly half the annual rainfall for the region has fallen. In the Cartagena area, the downpour amounted to 264 liters per square meter and to get an idea of just how much that is, think of the big two-liter bottles of Coke or Fanta. So, 132 bottles worth have fallen for each little patch of land. Last year the total rainfall in Cartagena was only 600 liters.

“No wonder they had to call the army out,” said Sharon. The soldiers helped in rescue operations, including of children trapped on a school bus by the downpour. The impact over at Los Alcázares was particularly severe with two ramblas turning into raging rivers. Ramblas are river beds that are normally bone-dry. The area around Eroski, Cartagena, was deeply flooded. Residents of a Polaris World development were taken to a hotel for safety.

At Puerto de Mazarrón, which is built on a low-lying patch of sand by the sea, the rain flooded the town and the normally quiet rambla near El Alamilo was turned into a torrent. See the photo taken by our friend Viv who lives nearby. The Cartagena suburb of Los Dolores was particularly badly affected, with a rambla there filling to the brim and considerable flooding. One Campo resident said he had never seen the rambla near his house, which isn´t too far from our own home, so high. He even took a fishing rod down but that turned out to be a little to hopeful.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Normal service is resumed


Normal service is resumed

I have been away in Scotland over the summer enjoying plenty of cakes and fine food but now I am back in Spain and will start writing my blog again.

I have been staying with my family and seeing my children which was great. The Scottish weather did its best to keep me fit and alert with fresh winds and plenty of rain, even though it was August. Mind you, I have arrived back in the Campo to the worst downpours I can ever remember. There has been dramatic thunder and lightening for the past few days and the track outside my house looks like a little river. All my Spanish friends asked me to bring some wet weather with me when I came back so I have done as I was told and I hope their fields are doing nicely like mine are.

One of my first stops on getting back was the local bodega, to stock up for my first lot of dinner guests. I bought five liters of Jumilla red, one liter of sherry, one liter of port, a liter of proper Gordon´s gin, a dozen Schweppes tonics, and a jar of bandarilla pickles on sticks. The whole lot only cost a little over 30 euros. When I asked for port, the man said: “How much do you want?” I said “One liter.” He said: “Oh, just for sampling then.” No one buys just one liter, which is, in fact, equal to one and a half normal bottles. My guests said the port was lovely so perhaps I will buy five liters next time and restore my reputation.

We enjoyed a hearty meal which began with gazpacho, served with olive-oil bread and home made garlic and parsley butter. Then we moved onto beef in Oyster Stout, with dumplings, served with huge baked potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes and buttered cabbage. The pudding was lemon posset – my sister Deborah having given me her special recipe.

Here´s how to make the posset, which is best prepared the day before needed. Ingredients: One and a half pints of cream, double cream if you can get it but we just used ordinary. One and a half pints is just under one and three quarters of a liter. Eight ounces of caster sugar, the juice of four lemons and the grated zest of two lemons. Put the cream into a pan over a low heat and stir the sugar until dissolved. Then bring to the boil, constantly stirring. Boil, still stirring, for one minute. Remove from the heat and allow to cool slightly. Then add the strained juice and the zest. Put into individual dishes or a big bowl and chill in the fridge.

I think we overdid the lemon zest as it was rather sharp, so you might want to cut down on this. Anyway, everyone enjoyed the posset which was perfect after a heavy casserole.

Not knowing how to spell posset, we looked it up in the Oxford English Dictionary which said: “A drink composed of hot milk curdled with ale, wine, or other liquour, often with sugar spices, etc.; formerly much used as a delicacy, and a remedy for colds etc.”

If anyone is reading this, hullo. Drop me an email – raxomnium@gmail.com

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Cake and new friends

Sharon is now enjoying a stay with her sister at her gourmet hotel in Wigtown, Scotland.

On a roll in her wheelchair around the little town, which is Scotland's booktown, she managed to spare time to sample a big slab of iced carrot and orange cake at the Reading Lasses cafe and bookshop to keep her energy levels up.

With mild weather and plenty of new people to talk to she says she is "making lots of new friends."

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Fiesta time in the Campo


It´s fiesta time in the Campo de Cartagena and all the villages are partying once the sun goes down.

We were at the fiesta a few nights ago in a nearby village and a great time was had by all. These are very popular occasions and are supported by both Spanish and foreign residents alike. The Brits tend to arrive early, while the Spanish night owls really do party all night. A rocket went up at 9pm, perhaps to warn the village to get ready. Two rockets went up at 10pm to announce that the fun was about to begin.

The music was provided by British musicians Martin and Stewart and, as ever, they had everybody rocking. Although in her wheelchair, Sharon did a wonderful twist. There was an outdoor bar and inside the village social centre pork fillets and longaniza sausages were being cooked up to be served in buns. Micherones, a great local favourite, were also popular. This is a mix like breadcrumbs with pieces of chorizo and other good things scattered about.

Though we left early, tired out, at midnight, everyone else was settling in to continue enjoying the fun throughout the night.

“It was great,” said Sharon. “It was lovely to catch up with all my old friends and to enjoy a night out.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Everyone swims in Spain


When the sun is beating down the best way to cool off is with a dip in the sea and the beaches of Murcia have excellent facilities for everyone – including the disabled.

There are special areas for people with mobility problems and these include special wooden paths across the sand so that wheelchairs can be rolled easily down to the water´s edge where there are shaded areas. Lifeguards, some of whom are specifically trained in helping the disabled are on hand together with amphibious wheelchairs which allow the bather to float out into the warm waters.

Once at a suitable depth it is easy to slip off the floating chair and kick around in the water. As well as being excellent exercise, with no weight on affected areas, this is just fun. And of course, the seawater helps recovery – particularly in the Mar Menor inland sea which is noted for its minerals and restorative properties.

After the dip it is always time for a drink in one of the beachfront cafes and a spot of time just watching the world go by.

©Phillip Bruce 2009

The dreaded castor oil plant


People of a certain age will remember the feared remedy of the 1950s and 1960s for all juvenile aches and pains – castor oil.

This foul tasting liquid was dispensed in great quantities whenever complaints arose with the general attitude being that the kids ought to pull themselves together and toughen up and a dose of powerful laxative couldn´t do any harm. Mind you, the mere threat of castor oil did have a remarkably powerful effect in curing all sorts of juvenile ailments.

The plant itself was spotted growing in the garden of a friend, the first time we had seen one of the beasts. It has a very distinctive flower with big palm-shaped leaves. The castor oil plant probably comes from Africa though it is now found wherever there are tropical conditions. As well as the terrifying medicine the oil is also used in the manufacture of industrial lubricants.

Never mind Asbos, how about compulsory castor oil?

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©Phillip Bruce

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Cactus fruit soaks up the sunshine


Cactus fruit soaks up the sunshine

Around the Campo the big cactus plants with the flat pads are sporting plenty of fruit.

These fruit are enjoyed by the locals but they are difficult to harvest. As can be seen from the picture, they are covered in large spikes. But there are also small, sharp, hairs that puncture the skin if not properly prepared. Cactus gourmets gather the fruit carefully and then treat them to make sure that the small hairs are completely removed. Then the fruit can be cut open and the juicy flesh enjoyed.

These big cactus are a feature of the landscape but they are a relatively new arrival to Spain, being brought from South America by explorers.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Jingle bells fiesta


This weekend we are all enjoying our village fiesta. There are flags flying and fun is on the programme.

When we hear another jingling of bells going past our house we know that a couple of horses, perhaps pulling a carriage full of happy people are heading down to the festivities.

As members of the neighbours´ association, which organises everything, we have our fat program, packed with times and activities and adverts for local tradesmen and shops. This fiesta really is local.

On Friday a big dance took place in the village hall, with announcements of the winners of the titles: Villager of the Year; village pensioner of the year; pilgrims of the year, both adult and children; helper of the year; and best couple. The cooks at the event took part in a competition to see who could rustle up the best migas – a favourite local dish made with olive oil and flour, and scatterings of chorizo and other treats. Bingo “with big prizes” provided spice.

Yesterday, there were board game competitions. An outdoor space was cleared to play caliche, which involves flowing metal discs at a single peg in the ground. A bouncy castle and snacks kept the children happy. There were prizes for the people who look after others throughout the year and another “grande baile” with Latin music and old time Spanish songs.

Today, the horses and carriages and all the villagers were out in the morning for the formal journey of a statue of The Virgin from a church a little distance away to the village itself. The image, garlanded with flowers, was carried on strong shoulders, with a band and everyone following behind in procession. Once The Virgin was safely installed in the hall, there were black puddings and soup with meatballs, followed by a giant paella for everyone. All free, of course.

Tonight the village beauty queen will be chosen, with singing and dancing, before The Virgin is taken back to the church. Celebrations will continue afterwards in the village and, of course, when it gets dark there will be fireworks.

We have to be sure not to lose our fiesta programme as it includes our numbers for the raffle draw on Christmas Eve – a “magnificent reserve-quality ham.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Country dinner time

With friends arriving for dinner tonight came the perfect opportunity to enjoy
two of the large rabbits given to us by local hunters.

Rabbit does not seem to be a popular meat these days, at least in the UK but it was once a staple of the general diet. Rabbits fed the hungry farm labourers and their many children and graced the tables of stately homes. On great estates special warrens would be constructed to encourage the rabbits to breed. Rabbit has always been a favourite in Spain and one theory that suggests that the country's name is derived from some ancient form of “land of the rabbits.”

We decided to make a rich but simple rabbit casserole. Ask your butcher for rabbit, and it will come skinned and prepared. Take:

Two jointed rabbits
Three large chopped onions
One finely chopped red pepper
Two or three sliced carrots
400-500 grams of white beans, chick peas or lentils (it's easiest to use a jar or can so they are already soft but if you want to be traditional, use the hard dry versions and soak them overnight first)
One pack or jar of tomato frito (puree)
A handful of chopped fresh herbs, such as rosemary, marjoram, chives and sage. Or use dried herbs.
Salt and pepper
Bay leaf
About three quarters of a bottle of red wine
Water

Put everything in a large casserole pan and bring almost to the boil on the stove. Then remove, place tinfoil over the top to seal and put the lid on. Put in the oven at high temperature for 15 minutes. Then reduce the heat and cook slowly for four or five hours.

For a starter we made a cool and lovely chilled vichyssoise (which is fancy French for leek and potato soup) Take:

One pound of peeled and cubed potatoes
One pound of leeks, with green tops removed, cleaned well, and sliced
Water
Chicken or vegetable stock, use a cube
Salt and pepper
Cream

Put the potatoes and leeks in a big pot with water and boil. Add the stock and perhaps a bit of salt but not too much. Grind in some black pepper. When the vegetables are soft, take off the heat and allow to cool for an hour or so. Whiz everything in a food processor and pour into a serving bowl. Stir in single cream and put in the fridge for a couple of hours to cool. Serve with hot crusty bread and a dish of butter.

For pudding we served fruit crumble, made with apples, the sweet white plums given to Sharon yesterday, currants, four cloves, and brown sugar.

In case someone really didn't fancy rabbit, we also made a fresh quiche with ham and mushrooms.

To drink – Buck's Fizz at first, which we made with Spanish cava and orange juice. At the table there was red or white wine and cold beer.

Simple stuff and delicious in the cool of a summer evening.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Friday, June 26, 2009

So many wonderful people


Sharon has been talking about the kind and helpful people she meets.

“When I get into the car, Phil has to lift me out of my wheelchair and into my seat. This morning, we were parked on a slight slope in the village. So, I made sure the brake was on the chair and stood up. I bend my knees to do a little jump to help but my door was trying to swing closed. Phil didn´t notice and lifted me into the car. When he turned round there was a passer-by who had come across to hold the door so that it didn´t bang his back.

“These sort of events happen on more than one occasion every day when I am out. So many people are so thoughtful and helpful, holding doors, helping up and down steps with the wheelchair, and taking time to talk to me.

“This is just how people are where I live. They love helping and being friendly.

“Recently, there was a letter to a British newspaper which was about whether or not Spanish pensioners are entitled to free holidays. They are. The writer said that she and a friend had booked a last minute Spanish holiday. They knew it wasn´t on the beach but just wanted a break.

“When they arrived they were picked up and driven for ages until they arrived at a little hotel in the middle of nowhere. They thought a mistake had been made as it was full of elderly people. They went to bed and at breakfast the next morning everyone talked to them. Although they didn´t speak any Spanish, it became clear that these were a group of pensioners on their free holidays.

“From that moment onwards, she and her friend were included in every single activity. They learned how to flamenco dance, went on sight seeing tours and were included in all meals and social activities. They had the best holiday they ever had and spent the whole week laughing. Never mind the language barrier, it was unthinkable to the elderly holidaymakers that they would leave anyone out and alone.

“I have been living in Spain for about seven years and have noticed that Spanish people always include people who are on their own. Whenever you go into a bank, cafe or a shop you must say “good morning” to everyone. It´s just the done thing. If anyone knows you, or one of your friends or neighbours, you will be engaged in a friendly chat.

“This morning I had to take some new trousers to the lady in a nearby village that does my alterations for me. She is the wife of a garage owner and is lovely. We had made two banana cakes, one for me and one for her. (See recipe in an earlier story). I gave her the cake and she was delighted. She rushed out into her garden and came back with a big bag full of delicious sweet white plums from one of her trees.

“Later on we went to our fruit and vegetable shop and, as usual, the shelves were overflowing with the colours of lovely fresh produce. We left with two brimming bagfuls of deep purple aubergines, a giant lettuce, red peppers, tomatoes on the vine, pears, peaches, bananas, courgettes, a big bunch of spinach, a cauliflower and other things. As usual, we were given a free bunch of fresh parsley.

“This little gifts form an essential part of every day life. If you buy something in a shop you will often get a little extra something as a thank you.

“Courtesy and good manners are so important in Spain. Saying hullo is essential. And talking to people is a normal part of life. You don´t say hullo and walk on. You talk about the family, how ´s your mother, how´s your children? Is your life good? These are all normal questions often from people you don´t know very well. But they are usually related to people who do know you, such as neighbours, and information is shared around. They are genuinely interested.

“Where else would you find the lady in the bank coming out from behind her counter to give you a big kiss and tell you about her recent holiday in Dublin? With nobody in the queue complaining about the delay but listening with interest.

“No-one seems to mind that our Spanish isn´t perfect and we make many mistakes. It´s the trying that counts and you need never feel embarrassed. You´ll learn new words every day.

“Each time I go out I seem to make a few more friends and learn a little more about how people should treat each other.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

A.M. Albondigas


At 11am it is time for a café con leche and a bit of tapas and today meat balls, or albóndigas, looked very tasty on the counter of the café that we called at.
The rich meatballs were served with quickly fried shavings of potato and a delicious sauce.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Hot weather good for hot chilies


The chilies in Sharon´s huerta, or garden, are going great guns as the sun beats down. Regular watering and the hot weather obviously suits them.

These chilies are grown from seeds sent from a noted expert in hot stuff from Suffolk. When the little fruit (are they a fruit or a veg?) start to form they are yellowish. Then they turn a deep purple and gradually develop into the familiar deep red.

These chilies have been going for a couple of years now and they are ideal for making chili sherry. This was an old favourite in Gentlemen’s Clubs in the former British colonies Out East and it is very easy to make. All you day is take the hottest little chilies you can find and press as many as you can into a cut-glass decanter, or any bottle with a tight stopper or screw top. Then carefully pour in sherry until the chilies are drowned and the bottle is full. Leave for about three months and it will be ready, although the longer the better.

Then keep the decanter or bottle handy on the table so it is always handy. In the East, the correct drill was to scatter a few drops of the brew into your bowl of soup, holding the stopper so that the chilies themselves did not come out. However, chili sherry also goes well with noodles and rice dishes or anything that needs a bit of livening up.

The finest chili plant ever seen grew on the island to the southeast of Hong Kong out in the South China Sea – Waglan. This was originally a customs and weather station in Chinese Imperial times. It is shown on an 1810 map of “Macau Roads” produced by the East India Company. Many of the officers of this service were British. Later Waglan became the responsibility of the colonial authorities of Hong Kong. The station would, and does, feed meteorological information ashore and at night the powerful light sweeps for miles.

Today, sadly, everything is automated. But in the good old days the station was manned and one lighthouse man loved his work. He would stay on the island for about two months at a time, enjoying the peace, and then would be given a week´s leave ashore. He lived in the crowded Aldrich Bay typhoon shelter at Sai Wan Ho with his Chinese wife and a large brood of children. After a few days, the noise became too much for him and he would go off with his fishermen friends for some peace and quiet until it was time to report again for duty at Waglan.

Ten or fifteen years ago we visited the island. The old lighthouse man has his grave there and he rests in eternal peace while the waves of the South China Sea lap at the rocks below. The grave was shaded by an enormous chili tree. Not a plant or a bush, but a tree. The fruits were eight to ten inches long and we collected many of them. Later, the seeds were dried and then planted. For years we enjoyed these wonderful chilies each year until, sadly, the stock of seeds ran out, we moved, left Hong Kong.

Somewhere in our files are photographs of Waglan Island, and of the grave. When, or if, these every turn up it will be possible to give the name of the lighthouse man.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Cress makes summer treat


Today we enjoyed home grown cress sandwiches in traditional English style with boiled eggs and mayonnaise.

The bread was crustless, of course, and cut carefully and the sandwiches were an unusual treat in the Spanish countryside. Some time earlier we had bought a cress kit in a bag, which included soil and seeds, and all it took was some sunlight and water for the seeds to sprout and grow quickly.

Harvest came today with carefully snipping of scissors, boiling of eggs and mixing with mayonnaise.

Many people will remember growing garden cress on blotting paper at school in early experiments in biology classes. This cress is not the big-leaved stuff that grows in water beds but, instead, consists of frail white stems with little green leaves at the top.

On June 2, 1953, the young Princess Elizabeth was crowned Queen and celebrations were held throughout Britain and in dominions and colonies around the world. Youngsters in Harringey, London, were given a special tea party to mark the occasion. Phillip, who was two, was one of the toddlers invited and the party is one of his earliest memories.

When he returned home, according to his mother, he was full of complaint. “Mum. They made us eat grass,” he protested. The grass was, of course, cress.

A few years older now, cress is a very special treat. The Latin name for garden cress is Lepidium sativum and it is related to the larger-leaved cresses. It is one of the most important of the mustard species. As garden cress can´t be dried it has to be eaten fresh – hence the grow-your-own packs. A hundred grams of cress contains 115 per cent of the individual daily requirement for vitamin C and many other good things.

Some people, it must be said, find the taste a little too strong and mustardy.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Songbirds singing in the tree

A quiet knock on the front door signaled a neighbour who whispered to be quiet and come and look at something.

We walked to the pine tree at the front of our house and he pointed at a nest in a high branch. This is the first time that birds have nested in the tree and we are delighted.

The pine was planted about five years ago with a great deal of effort. The initial scheme to just dig a hole and pop a sapling in was frustrated by the fact that our old house is built on top of a big slab of solid granite. “Digging a hole” needed a road drill and hours of sweating work over a couple of days.

We wondered whether anything would grow in a hole in solid stone but the sapling is now about 15 feet high, strong, and reaching ever upwards with new bright green shoots. Worryingly, we now look at pine trees in the village that are 70 or 80 feet high but, never mind, it will be up to future generations to worry about that.

The little nest is full of baby greenfinches, according to our friend. These are “verderón” in Spanish and there are probably three to eight eggs in the nest. Of course, we haven´t disturbed it and are leaving mum and dad to feed the hungry brood. Apparently, greenfinches normally eat seeds but build up the babies with a nutritious supply of insects.

Our house is popular with birds. At the rear there is a hole in the outside of the wall of the kitchen. For years this has been full of the sound of happy babies chirruping throughout the spring and summer. Several broods are raised there annually and we haven´t the heart to fill in the hole.

Recently, lots of swallows have been darting around, particularly in the evenings, all fast movements, soaring and veering through the dusk.

Meanwhile, over at the salt pans of the regional park at San Pedro del Pinatar, on the shores of the Mar Menor, Europe´s largest inland sea, the birds of summer have arrived in great numbers. This is one of the most important points on the great migration routes of Europe and Africa and at this time of year there are tens of thousands of birds either passing through, or settling down for the summer.

Perhaps the most colourful are the flamingos, which arrive in the springtime and spatter pink across the salt pans. These move, as the summer gets hotter, even further north where they breed in places such as the Ebro River, but some hardier souls remain at San Pedro. They are best seen in the very early morning and, as visitors arrive to look at them they move further out into the salt pans to get away from the attention. At times there can be some 2,000 flamingos in the water.

Bird experts say that over the year more than 200 species of bird can be spotted in the 856 hectare reserve. In summer there are also terns, storks and avocets. During the winter other species appear, including kingfishers and birds that head south to avoid the cold winters of places such as Britain.

The San Pedro del Pinatar reserve is very important and ornithologists and environmentalists are working hard with the support of the regional government to make sure that this vital haven is protected and kept in an ideal state for the constant stream of feathered visitors throughout the year.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Golden pineapples



In Hong Kong fans of pineapples can buy replicas made in pure gold but for the rest of us the pleasures of the fruit are much simpler.

When Sir Walter Raleigh arrived in the West Indies he found the juicy pineapple being used for food and making alcoholic drink. Columbus also wrote about the pineapple. The Portuguese, took the pineapple to Saint Helena soon after they stumbled upon the island in 1502 and then to their colonies on the coast of Africa. By about 1550 it was established in India. The pineapple then spread pretty much to everywhere that had the climate to support it.

From the 18th century onwards the aristocracy greatly valued pineapples and the distinctive form of the fruit became common as an architectural and design motif, appearing on stairs or on ceiling bosses and textiles. One nobleman even built a large folly building entirely in the shape of a pineapple. Generations of British people were brought up on tinned pineapple, packed in cloying heavy syrup.

Fresh pineapples are good and cheap in the shops at the moment and are delicious when prepared and served. Doing this is fiddly but practice makes perfect and at present prices now is a good time to start learning. Use a sharp knife.

Pineapple rice is easy to make for a summer meal. Cook some long-grained rice, drain and then put into the wok, adding some finely sliced red pepper, a few peas, chopped tomatoes and anything else you fancy. Cut the pineapple in half and scoop out the centres, throwing away the woody core. Chop the flesh and add it to the rice mixture. Then fill the pineapple halves and allow to cool before serving. Ideal for a barbecue.

The ultimate pineapple cocktail is, of course, the Piña Colada, which was invented in Puerto Rico. A recipe favourite with professional barmen calls for:

Two measures of white rum
One and a third measure of coconut cream
Two and two thirds measure of fresh pineapple juice
One teaspoon of whipping cream
Half a measure of caster sugar

Shake everything together until the sugar is dissolved. Add a glass of crushed ice and then shake again. Garnish with a slice of fresh pineapple and a cherry and serve.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Good harvest ahead for almonds

Although our almond trees have received scant attention since Sharon has been sick they still seem to be reasonably well laden with almonds this year.

Almond trees don´t take much looking after – at least compared with crops such as lettuces and tomatoes. Almonds are hardy and about the only things practical on un-irrigated land such as ours.

This year the predictions for the almond crop in the Murcia region are very good and it may even reach a record. This will be very welcome after five or six poor years where crops have been disappointing, due to droughts, pollination problems and frosts at the key stage when the nuts are developing.

Experts are predicting that the crop could reach more than 12,000 tonnes, close to the previous record of 13,000 tonnes set in 1999. Murcia has some 69,000 hectares under cultivation for almonds with an estimated 15 million trees. There are large growing almonds with irrigation and small farmers without irrigation whose trees fill every spare corner of land. Plenty of rain earlier this year has helped the almonds a lot.

The almonds look like they will be big and fat this year and the production rate per hectare in Murcia is forecast to be 176 kilos per hectare, compared with the national average of 138 kilos. Murcia produces more almonds than any other region in Spain. The biggest player in the international almond market, however, is California where huge agribusinesses produce vast quantities.

Meanwhile, the outlook for peach producers is not nearly so good. Better than expected crops in Greece have meant that international prices have been depressed and Murcia peach farmers are very gloomy. Last year they received 33 cents per kilo of peaches from purchasers, many of whom use the fruit in jams and other preserves. This year, it looks like the price will be forced down to between 26 and 30 cents. Farmers are claiming that costs have rocketed and the production cost for peaches in Murcia is now said to be 60 cents per kilos.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Remembering Africa


Sharon´s mother, Liddy, has been remembering her time in Africa in the mid-1950s around the time of Sharon´s birth.

“The Mau Mau were very much in evidence. My husband, Eric, had to join the Home Guard and one of his duties was to sweep the railway line from Nairobi to Voi. Actually, the danger there was more from wild animals than the Mau Mau, but, of course, sabotage was possible.

“One particular night when he was about to go on duty I felt particularly apprehensive and said I couldn´t stay alone. My friend who usually came to keep me company, complete with revolver and Great Dane, for some reason hadn´t been able to come. So I ended up going with him and staying in the back seat of the car. The two station askaris (guards) paraded up and down from midnight to 6am and never knew I was there, but I heard some very interesting conversation.

“Another time, while working in the Savings Bank, I remarked about a rough looking Kikuyu who had been coming in every week. ´Oh, yes,´ the boss told me ´That´s Jomo Kenyatta´s driver. He´s allowed to come into town from the prison each week and, whilst his boss is at a meeting, he comes to see how his two shillings, which the British government is paying him for being a prisoner, is getting on.´

“We had a memorable trip to the National Park. We had been often but had never managed to see the lions. For some reason they never seemed to be where the Rangers said they were. However, this particular time we were lucky and joined another half a dozen cars with passengers like us, enjoying the spectacle. One by one as it grew dusk the cars left but when we tried to leave we were stuck, well and truly. By the time the Rangers found us – there was a ticket to go into the park and handed in when one exited – it was dark and the mosquitoes had done their worst.

“The weekend we decided to go to Kilimanjaro, Nairobi had a torrential storm and our early morning start was delayed by the millions of wings from the flying ants which had to be cleared from our step before we could leave. They were everywhere and when the front door was opened they just fell inside. The poor things had battered themselves to death round the security light.

“The storm seemed to follow us to Tanganyika and the thunder and rain rattled round the mountain. Water gushed everywhere including the dining room of the hotel at the foot of Kili. It was quite a frightening experience as the water rushed down the dried-up river bed and flowed over into the hotel grounds. The plans my girl friend and I had made regarding dressing for dinner were ruined. We dressed but getting from the chalets to the dining room was disastrous. Still, I do remember bringing back to Nairobi a stalk of bananas and we had banana everything for weeks.

“When my mother came out for a holiday we took off down to Mombassa and had a wonderful time. We lived in a black chalet among palm trees which were home to lots of monkeys. Usually monkeys are inquisitive but these were not. We were very impressed. We were concerned when the baby monkey which had become a little friendlier than the rest fell from the tree and died. The mother came down to collect it, sat inspecting it for a while, then took it back aloft where she nursed it for two to three days before discarding it.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Cold apples and cream for hot weather


With the temperature now hitting summer highs lunch has become a very light affair followed by a siesta.

Apples and cream is perhaps one of the greatest partnerships in cookery and here is a recipe that adds the flavour of leeks to provide a delicious cool dish that makes an ideal light lunch with fresh crusty bread from the baker, maybe a few slices of fat tomato in olive oil and finely sliced ham on the side. Or it could be served as a starter for a fuller meal. The following will make enough for about six people.

One kilogram of red apples
A couple of leeks
250ml of vegetable stock
One lemon
Olive oil
200ml of cream
Chopped white Spanish onion
Ground black pepper
Salt

Cut off the green part of the leeks, wash well to remove any grit and cut into thin slices. Peel and core the apples. Except for one, chop them into little cubes. Peel and core the remaining apple, rub it with lemon juice so that it does not discolour and set aside. Heat some olive oil in a pan and gently simmer the leeks for about five minutes until they are soft but don´t let them take on any colour. Add the diced apples, salt and pepper, and cook for another five minutes on a gentle heat. Add the vegetable stock and simmer for another five minutes. Take off the heat and allow to cool before pureeing in a food processor. Then add the cream, adjust the seasoning if necessary, and refrigerate for at least three hours.

Serve in wide-brimmed glasses with a slice of the reserved apple and the finely chopped onion on top.

Chilled Spanish cider is the ideal accompaniment.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Recession hits Rioja

Recession hits Rioja

One of Spain´s most popular wines has been hard hit by the recession with tipplers watching their cash carefully.

The council that administers the Denomination of Origin for Rioja has reported that, in the first four months of this year, domestic sales of non-vintage Rioja fell only 2.4 per cent, to 34.8 million liters, sales of vintage fell a whopping 12.60 per cent to 53.9 million liters.

Sales of Rioja aged in the barrel fell by 20 per cent and reserve labels plunged 24 per cent. Exports have also been hard hit, falling 16.3 per cent.

Rally to Rioja open a bottle now.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Swimming in the sunshine


Sharon took a dip in a neighbour´s backyard pool today. The thermometer was registering 40C, or over 100F, and it was time for a cool off.

Floating around with her Tweety armbands and a support she took a rest in the warm water. Then it was time for walking around the edge of the pool with the water taking all the weight from her bad left leg. The big cheese docs at the rehabilitation unit say that exercising in water is the best thing possible to regain strength and flexibility.

So, more swimming is on the program, with a beach visit slated in the next couple of days.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Is there anybody out there?

Sharon has been wondering whether anyone is reading her blog.

She said: “I´ve written over a hundred stories and only heard from a very few people, and no-one in the last month or two.

“If there is anyone out there who is reading the blog? I would be interested to hear from you. Have you tried any of the recipes? Have you any of your own favourites? Have you any comments on the other stories?

“I would to hear from you. The email address is – raxomnium@gmail.com

“I miss writing my Campo Kitchen column for my old newspaper, the Round Town News, and enjoy writing this blogspot but it would be nice to know that there are some people who are reading.”

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©Phillip Bruce 2009.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Exploring China with the children


Sharon has been remembering trips to China some 30 years ago when foreign visitors were not as numerous as they are now. In those days we were living in Hong Kong and Sharon was the assistant secretary, or administrator, of the Royal Asiatic Society branch there.

We organised numerous visits across the border between the British colony and China, both with the RAS and with smaller groups of friends. Our children, James and Julia, were toddlers but they always came with us, causing quite a stir when we visited areas where few foreigners had been seen before.

Sharon says:

“I remember the Chinese were fascinated by the white hair of the children and their chubby cheeks. Everyone wanted to touch them and they used to get a bit fed up after a while.

“We used to eat whatever was on the menu but I used to take jars of Heinz baby foods for the children, such as jars of apple sauce and of carrots, which were their two favourites. They would always eat the fried rice at meal times but wouldn't touch the more exotic items on offer. And they always ate plenty of fruit.

“I can remember going on the train to Canton (Guangzhou) which was a big adventure. The train was luxurious with big comfy seats and staff to serve you with snacks and cups of Chinese tea.

“At Canton we usually stayed in the five-star luxury White Swan Hotel, one of the best hotels I have ever stayed at anywhere in the world. It's on the island of Shamian and had full facilities and a lovely swimming pool that the children loved.”

Shamian was created in the 1860s after the Second China War by the formation of an island in the Pearl River. This became an enclave for foreigners and many of their buildings remain today. This is an important conservation area, with fine trees and gardens as well as architectural gems.

“There were no cars on the island in those days and it was lovely to wander around,” said Sharon. “The boats on the river went chug chug and it was a nice restful weekend away. Of course we would visit places like temples, museums and the old French cathedral, but the children and I enjoyed the swimming pool most of all.

“James used to walk everywhere because Julia needed the trusty Maclaren blue stripy buggy that was easy to fold up with one foot and one hand. We must have walked hundreds of miles on our many trips. We were always stopping at cafes for pots of Chinese tea and a sit down.

“In the evenings there would be a special banquet and everyone would enjoy talking about what they had seen and done during the day. They are a great bunch of people in the Royal Asiatic Society Hong Kong Branch and the society still organises lots and lots of activities and interesting trips. Membership is open to anyone with an interest in China and Asia. There is even a branch in London for people who used to be members of the Hong Kong branch which has lots of activities around the year.”

For more information about the Royal Asiatic Society Hong Kong Branch, see: www.royalasiaticsociety.org.hk or email membership@royalasiaticsociety.org.hk.

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©Phillip Bruce 2009