Easter bank holiday weekend 2013 will go down as one of those bank holidays when little is achieved and you feel good about it. Normally, a bank holiday is the perfect excuse for a food blow-out, plenty of shopping and cooking, but my one plan for the weekend got in the way. Rather than mooching around markets and food fairs I went to Manchester for a stag do.
The details of the stag will remain the knowledge* of the attendees. Suffice to say, by the time I got back to Leeds I was starving and probably still a little drunk. A hot cross bun had been saved for my return but I had longer to wait for the meal of the day. It's not a Celebration without a roast and we had bought a rolled pork shoulder joint to celebrate Easter. If you want to read more about cooking pork please feel free to venture over to Everything But The Oink where I am eating every edible part of a pig over the course of the year.
Today I woke up relatively hangover-free and set about the order of the day. Firstly, meal planning for the week ahead and writing a suitable shopping list, followed by a trip to Temple Newsam. More specifically a trip to Home Farm to show R the lambs**. The sun was shining when we set out but the clouds quickly gathered and cut off the little warmth that the sun was providing.
After a couple of cold and enjoyable hours at the farm we decamped back to Leeds for a warming pub lunch. We found ourselves in The Adelphi. We'd been to The Adelphi a couple of months ago for Sunday lunch and were so impressed with the food and the service that we were keen to go back. By the time we arrived a brief twitter conversation had resulted in a reserved table. It wasn't needed because we had the run of the place when we arrived, but within half an hour the pub was really filling up and we would have struggled to get in.
I ordered bangers and mash and Z chose chicken and leek pie. We knew that the staff wouldn't bat an eyelid at us letting R share our food which makes life very easy indeed. R isn't a fussy eater for a two year old, but occasionally he still picks at food that I know he loves. Not ordering him his own food might seem a bit tight but I'd rather share than waste money.
While we waited for our food I had a pint of the wonderfully named Hoptimus Prime, Z had a hot chocolate and R had a glass of milk which was served in the cutest flip-top Kilner bottle. When the food arrived R had more than his fair share of my bangers and mash and wasn't interested in Z's chicken pie. He's a harsh critic as both meals were superb! That said, I do have ongoing issues with pies that are actually a stew with a pastry lid.
With lunch out of the way we cracked on with the shopping and I re-thought our evening meal. Originally we were going to have smoked mackerel fish cakes, using up a packet of cooked peppered mackerel that had been destined for Z's lunch last week. After a hefty pub lunch I fancied something lighter but was determined to use the fish and not waste food. That was when kedgeree struck me. I have only eaten kedgeree a couple of times and I had never cooked it before, but how hard could it be?
Cooked rice and smoked fish stirred into fried onions and curry spices. I always have some home ground garam masala in the store cupboard so there was no need for curry powder. The finished dish is garnished with a hard boiled egg. It really is that simple. I know that it is traditionally eaten at breakfast time, but in a society that worships the All Day Breakfast, why can't we eat what we want when we want it. I'm hereby reclaiming kedgeree as a supper dish.
**he's currently obsessed with Timmy Time and Shawn the Sheep.