The American Lady

Mass emigration often takes with it more than just people. Those leaving take with them traditions that they cling to lovingly as it is often all they have to identify with in their new world. Customs are regarded with great loyalty and are passed down to the next generation like tangible heirlooms. Meanwhile back in the motherland we happily progress without such sentiment, easily abandoning the old ways and embracing the new. This is why some things deemed inherently Irish abroad are quite foreign to those of us who actually live here. Our eyes roll in derision at the sound of “Begorra” or “Top of the mornin’ to ya!” On hearing I was a butcher an American lady recently remarked how I must be “very rich from selling all that corned beef.” I almost laughed at the innocence. When did you last have proper corned beef and cabbage? Would your children even recognise it on a plate? Now I’m talking real deal corned beef .

Now already some of you reading this are surprised to see the ‘ed’ on the end of the word ‘corn’. Yes it is ‘corned beef’ as opposed to ‘corn beef’, as most people ask for. You might think I’m being a boring pedant for pointing that out, but it might give you an idea as to its origin. The beef was ‘corned’ as a method of preservation before the days of modern refridgeration. So how do you ‘corn’ something? Well it has nothing to do with actual corn and more to do with lumps of salt. The dictionary defines corned beef as “beef cured or pickled in brine”. Brine is basically salt water. In one dictionary it goes on to say, “Corned beef is traditionally served on Easter Sunday in Ireland and also served on St Patrick’s Day”. Oh yes, every Irish household has corned beef on Easter Sunday and St Patrick’s Day along with a large pot of cabbage and afterwards, bellies full, we all sit around the fire telling stories and frightening the bejayus out of each other with tales of the banshee and fairies! Obviously whoever made that particular entry into the dictionary had never actually been to Ireland. Corned beef and cabbage is considered about as Irish today as spaghetti and meatballs. We will forgive them though because real corned beef is coming back into fashion and, who knows, maybe we will all be eating corned beef and cabbage for our lunch next Easter Sunday.

The actual process of corning is very old. One source suggests that it dates back to Anglo Saxon times when the meat was dry cured in coarse ‘corns’ of salt. These were salt pellets, not unlike what goes into a dishwasher these days, about the size of kernels of corn. They were rubbed into the beef to keep it from going off and to preserve it. Recipes vary in how long the process takes. Some say four days while one I found recently suggests 3 weeks.
While I may have poked fun at the Americans for their stereotyping of modern Ireland, this country was actually the largest exporter of corned beef until 1825. It was a booming industry for Cork since the 1600s. From there it was sent all over the world, mostly in cans and it is said that the British army survived on cans of Cork corned beef during the Napoleonic wars. I also read that tinned corned beef is apparently a delicacy in Pacific Island countries and is usually brought out for special occasions such as Christmas Day. In the particular article I was reading it said that “tins are often used as gifts at weddings, funerals and feasts and it is also common to be eaten with rice.” Maybe that last statement is about as true as “Corned beef is very popular in Ireland on Easter Sunday”. I find it very hard to believe that a tin of corned beef is a suitable wedding gift in the Pacific Islands in 2009 and why anyone would bring a gift of tinned meat to a funeral is beyond me. I tend to think it is a historical fact if true at all. If there are any Pacific Islanders living the vicinity, though, you might let me know. In France corned beef is known as bully beef, not because it is aggressive but it comes from the French word for boiled which is ‘bouili’. The French do sell a huge amount of it in oblong tins which always includes a small amount of gelatin.
The actual practice of salting meat goes way back. It was very popular in cold areas where they found they could preserve the meat by salting it. Nomads on foot or horse could also put salt on meat and hike for days without it spoiling. Of course times have changed and the fridge has solved many of our problems, but our fascination with all things vintage is causing a revival in popularity and demand.

So here is the challenge. You can of course corn your own beef very successfully at home and there are many different recipes available while the principle is pretty much the same. It takes a short time to get ready, but a little like Bulmers, you need to add lots of time. On the other hand you could order some from your local butcher and introduce the family to an old tradition. Maybe invite an elderly relative for dinner as they will no doubt have a real corned beef story to tell. I’m still a little unsure about the cabbage combination. Some swear by it, but I think a modern twist might be a slow cooked red cabbage and, for real comfort, some sliced creamy garlic potatoes! The choice is yours but do try some real hot corned beef and of course, the cold leftovers are marvelous in a sandwich. Trust me once you’ve had the real thing, you’ll never go back to the sliced, square stuff again. I welcome your feedback at pat@jwb.ie

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Tipperary Chicken with Apples

Tipperary Chicken With Apples Tipperary county was once known for its abundance of apple orchards. Canny Tipperary farmers always kept a few apple trees in order to supply the family with fruit and provide the necessary ingredients for a little apple liqueur.

Ingredients

3 cooking apples, peeled and cored
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 medium chicken, jointed into 6 pieces or 6 chicken legs
1 medium onion, peeled and finely chopped
1 celery stalk, finely chopped
1 tablespoon plain flour
80 ml/3 fl oz Calvados
2 cups chicken stock
30 g/1 oz butter
125 ml/4 fl oz crème fraîche
Serves 6

To cook

Finely chop 1 apple into small dice, and the other 2 into wedges. Toss in the lemon juice. Heat the oil in a pan and add the chicken pieces. Cook until golden brown, adding a little more oil if necessary, then remove from the pan and keep warm. Add the onion, celery and diced apple and cook for 5 minutes or until wilting but not browned. Remove the pan from the heat and sprinkle in the flour, stirring to combine. Add the Calvados and return to the heat. Gradually stir in the chicken stock. Add the chicken to the pan and simmer for 30 minutes or so, until the chicken is well cooked. In another pan heat the butter and add the apple wedges. Cook until browned and tender. Remove the chicken from the pan and add the crème fraîche to the liquid. Bring to the boil and cook for 5 minutes or so until the sauce is thickened. Season and spoon over the chicken. Garnish with apple wedges.

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Sweet Smell of Nostalgia Cooking

I love bumping into Nuala Hickey of Hickey’s bakery in Clonmel. Nuala is vivacious and fun and her youthful giddiness is infectious. Nuala also takes her business and her products very seriously; being dedicated doesn’t mean becoming sombre and boring. Nuala is a fourth generation baker and the business, started in 1901, has to be admired for its longevity and the good stewardship by each member of the Hickey family who inherited it as the years passed. Hickey’s is still very traditional, which is one of its greatest strengths and possibly accounts for its sustained success. Hickey’s brack is one of the bakery’s premium and most popular products and so it is no surprise that Nuala scooped a gold for her brack at the Blas na Eireann awards last weekend. I suppose you could call them the Oscars of the food industry; much coveted and respected. Congratulations to one and all.

Recently Nuala alerted me to a little gem she had found in the Hickey kitchen and I am indebted to her for it. It was an original recipe book for the Aga, which had obviously come with the one originally installed at Hickey’s bakery. There is no date on the book but the contents instantly whip you away on the winds of time. Simple black font on plain white paper is complemented with unfussy pencil sketches and pen and ink drawings. It is in the style of an old fashioned Ladybird story book and although the binding leaves much to be desired, the pages are still in good condition.

The Aga, as the book tells us, is a “splendid piece of household machinery”. We don’t tend to think of our cookers and ovens as machines today, do we? To be fair the Aga was a fantastic invention. It worked on the principal of heat storage which meant that when the cooker wasn’t in use, it was constantly storing heat from an internal fire into its various plates and ovens ready for use when it came to meal time. Of course it didn’t offer the convenience of electric ovens as the original Agas needed a period of recuperation after each cooking use. The fact that the unit was always relatively warm also made it a heater for the kitchen and a fantastic asset to clothes drying on a wet, winter’s day.

Today the Aga or any of its contemporary solid fuel ‘household machines’ are quite the status symbol. They come in various high shine enamel colours, bowing to our insatiable modern obsession with home interiors. They often conjure aspirational lifestyles of gentle country living with the obligatory Labrador and angelic children who would never utter a profane word. While I don’t own one myself, I still have a great fondness for the original beige colour and remember them in many country homes of my childhood. Indeed Nuala’s book is a similar colour to that original beige and I wonder if it was part of the original book cover design or if it has just yellowed with time.

From a cook’s point of view the Aga had many advantages. One of my favourite features had to be the simmering oven. The main purpose of this particular oven was to continue the cooking of food started on the hot plates or in the main roasting oven such as casseroles, stews, soups even stewed fruit and milk puddings. It was also brilliant for overnight cooking. Now you are wondering what you need to cook overnight other than, perhaps, bread. Well there are plenty of things that can be achieved while you are taking your rest; porridge for breakfast, stock, large hams, dried fruit, jams and marmalades. The modern way is to approach it from the opposite end of the spectrum; the microwave. Who needs to cook porridge slowly overnight when it can be nuked in no time first thing in the morning! While my head is all for progress and saving time, my heart thoroughly embraces the idea of preparing porridge the night before, popping it in a slow oven and heading to bed content in the knowledge it will be steaming and perfectly cooked on my rising. It is a ridiculous thought in many ways and just further evidence of my split personality. While one part of me likes to straddle the new and ride that exciting fast train of the future there is a funny little character inside that romances the hilarious notion of candlelight, Dickensian nightgowns, bed caps and slow cooked breakfast dishes. Oh yes, while the world may be mad on the Mad Men era, I’m even more retro! Maybe it is just my way of trying to make sense of the speed at which we choose to live today.

The simmering oven had a myriad of uses. You could cook sauces hours in advance, pop them in the simmering oven and they didn’t spoil or overheat. It also had that fantastic benefit of somewhere to heat plates. At one house of my childhood there was never a hot meal put on anything other than a properly warmed plate. Dinner was served in the middle of the day and once everyone was seated at a huge table in the kitchen a stack of warmed plates would be taken from the simmering oven. Hot food on a cold plate was considered an abomination. Sadly I don’t think everyone takes the time to warm plates properly for meals today and it can be quite tricky warming plates and cooking if you only have one oven. Here again the Aga had the advantage. It would also warm the plates to the correct temperature and not that first degree burn inducing temperature that some restaurants and hotels insist on these days. (You know the drill; the waitress barks “That plate is hot” and as you inevitably, burn yourself and recoil with a sharp intake of pain induced breath she says in an exasperated tone, “I told you that plate was hot!” “You told me the plate was hot, you didn’t tell me I’d need medical attention if I accidentally brushed of it!”)

Of course you don’t need to buy an Aga to heat plates or to slow cook but the little Aga book is great. For such a compact size it is remarkably comprehensive. From stock and every sauce under the sun to meat cookery plus deserts, biscuits, cakes, jams and marmalades plus drying, preserving and bottling fruits and vegetables – this little book packs quite a punch. Its simplicity is nothing short of delightful. If you do come across an original in a second hand shop, jumble or car boot sale jump on it as it will be a great addition to any kitchen as a guide or simply a piece of fun retro nostalgia.
I welcome your feedback to pat@jwb.ie.
Another great seasonal recipe from my book An Irish Butcher Shop as mentioned recently by Pat Kenny on his morning show.

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Boozy Rabbit with Prunes

Rabbit Boozy

I have been generously given this recipe by a friend of mine who is a rabbit aficionado and a very good cook to boot.

Ingredients

3 tablespoons olive oil

8 rabbit portions

(2 for each person)

1 medium onion, peeled and finely chopped

3 cloves of garlic, peeled and finely chopped

4 tablespoons brandy

1.5 cups red wine

1 tablespoon light brown sugar

250 g/9 oz ready to eat prunes

200 ml/7 fl oz cream

salt and pepper

Serves 4

To Cook

Heat the oil in a heavy-based pan and fry the rabbit portions until golden brown on all sides. Remove the pieces and keep them warm. Add the onion and garlic and cook until softened. Return the rabbit to the pan, add the brandy and ignite it. When the flames have died down, pour in the wine. Stir in the sugar and prunes and cover, simmering for 30 minutes or so until meat is tender. Remove the rabbit and keep the pieces warm. Add the cream to the sauce and simmer for 5 minutes. Season to taste. Return the rabbit to the pan, stir and serve.

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Rabbiting about Rabbit

Rabbit BoozyThere’s a storm brewing in the States as I write that seems to be gaining ground rapidly.  Apparently rabbits are the third most kept pet in American households after dogs and cats.  As the popularity of keeping pet rabbits has increased so too has the argument about whether or not they should be eaten as food.  Some people are actually suggesting the extreme; a complete ban on eating them.  One overly concerned contributor to an online debate commented that hypothetically, if rabbit eating became overly popular then an innocent pet rabbit in its garden hutch could become as much a target for thieves as valuable stereo or TV equipment!   I thought this was hilarious and had visions of gourmand burglars roaming US neighbourhoods at night with rabbits under one arm and DVD players under the other; one to sell, the other for the pot.  The recession would want to be biting pretty hard before any decent human would contemplate cooking little Fluffy.  So let’s be clear, that’s not the type of rabbit I’m talking about.  Also remove from your mind all thoughts of the Easter Bunny, Jessica Rabbit, the Cadburys Caramel Bunny or indeed Hugh Heffner’s’ human kind!

Thankfully Europe has always had a very sensible attitude to rabbit as food.  Throughout mainland Europe it is a common dish found easily in ordinary country housewives’ kitchens as well as the pots of high end chefs.  Rabbit is a truly fabulous meat that is low in calories, very lean and surprisingly tasty given its lack of fat.  Most chefs would agree that rabbit meat has a great deal more flavour than chicken, to which it is often compared.

Commonly there are two main types of rabbit for eating (three, if you consider Fluffy as part of the mix) wild rabbit and farmed free range rabbit.  Generally speaking wild rabbit has a much stronger, gamier flavour and needs a bit more cooking time than farmed rabbit.    Unless you are an experienced hunter or know one, then more than likely you will buy your rabbit from a good butcher.  Most of these rabbits are farmed and many chefs agree that the flavour of farmed rabbit is sweeter and therefore nicer on the palate than wild.  Good old Mrs. Beeton prefaced her rabbit recipes with, “First catch your rabbit”, which always amuses me when I see it.  When Mrs. Beeton was penning her culinary wisdom no doubt people had the time and the energy to catch their own rabbits, but it’s a tricky business.  Trust me it’s much easier to pop to the butchers.

Ireland has had a funny relationship with rabbit as it has other wild game.  Centuries ago it would, like mainland Europe, have been a very popular meat, particularly in the country.  Rabbits, as we all know, breed rather rapidly so supply was never in question.  In the latter half of 20th century Ireland rabbit was considered ‘peasant food’ or only for country tables where they still hunted, skinned and cleaned their own.  Certainly urban households would rarely have considered it as a dinner option.  As a renewed Irish love affair with food emerged over the past twenty years, so too has our interest in the less obvious meats.  Fancy restaurants began to feature rabbit on the menu.  TV chefs, having exhausted beef and lamb turned to game for something a little different and slowly but surely rabbit has re emerged once again as something sexy and new to try.

In the UK rabbit farming can be traced back 900 years when they were brought there from France.  In the beginning rabbits were seen as a major economic asset that provided food and fur.  (Coney Fur is rabbit fur.)  On English estates, the rabbits were kept in special walled enclosures called ‘warrens’, a term which now refers to all rabbit colonies and their burrows. Rabbits were carefully looked after by a ‘warrener’ who fed them and provided them with protection from predators.  Occasionally the rabbits had access to surrounding fields to scamper around in but they would eventually return to the warren for shelter.

In France, Spain and Italy rabbit has always been a popular, robust meat.  Because of this the recipes for rabbit have evolved and include some lovely French Fricassees to luscious gravy rich and pastry topped rabbit pot pies.  A very popular older rabbit recipe is rabbit in mustard sauce.  As with any type of meat, the main thing is to cook it properly.  I can’t stress this enough; long, slow cooking will tenderise the meat wonderfully.

One word of caution about wild rabbit though.  Should you receive a gift of wild rabbit or should you hunt it yourself, always watch for shot in the flesh once it is cleaned and ready to cook.  Also for safety sake, it is important to drop it into boiling water for a while in order to kill any parasites it might have, before cooking it slowly on a low heat.  I don’t want to put you off wild rabbit but obviously you are not going to have any of these concerns with rabbit you buy at the butchers.

We are currently inundated with requests for it at James Whelan Butchers and so it prompted me this week to look up some recipes.  When people have a little more time over the holidays it is an ideal meat to cook slowly and then indulge in on a cold winter night.  It also makes a great alternative to turkey curry for a nice kitchen supper.  However, as the imagination can run riot perhaps it might be best to check with guests before you serve it.  It might be unpleasant if the only other contact with rabbits has been Watership Down or, God forbid, Beatrix Potter’s Peter Rabbit!  Hoppity, hoppity, hop.

This is a recipe from my book. I welcome your feedback to pat@jwb.ie

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