Becky Bakes…

You might have noticed that the last two videos have been soups. There really is nothing else which warms you up quite so well on a chilly winters day. They are so economical as they usually contain very little meat but a lot of vegetables in a tasty broth and many recipes allow for flexibility of ingredients. They are healthy too, with plenty of vitamins and minerals packed in and a good dose of fibre. There’s a series of books I enjoyed reading in the U.S. called “Chicken soup for the soul” – and lots of variations on that title. They are full of heart-warming stories and really have that sensation of just “doing you good” to read them. So 3 soups to choose from so far and I still have more up my sleeve 😉

Like most people I really hope it will be different from 2020, not just healthier but better in so many ways. The roll out of the vaccine can’t happen quickly enough for me, so I can hug my friends and family without fear and talk without a mask so we can all see each other, properly able to gauge the response. Also, having a son now recovering from Covid makes it so much more real – too close for comfort even though he is thousands of miles away. I’ve never been one to make resolutions, they can be so hard to uphold, but honestly I think we all just need to appreciate what we have and cherish those around us. Let’s hope and pray it’s a better year than 2020 has been. But whatever life throws at us this year, we will deal with it and be there for each other. (Oh, I might also do more housework too….)

Maths was my worst subject at school. No teacher could ever explain why I needed to learn about logs, anti-logs, slide rules, sine, cosine or tangent. Show me a knitting pattern and I panic, my brain gets dizzy. But a recipe….. now that’s something quite different and my mental maths is fine. When I woke in the early hours of this morning, worried sick (I’ll explain later) I’d got the title for today’s blog in my head and began to think about numbers, not how many sleeps till the big day, but numbers that really matter. Like the hundreds of children who’ve walked through my classroom door. The 63 ordinary Christmases I’ve enjoyed. The 46 years I’ve known my hubbie. The 17 years we’ve lived within sight and sound of the sea. The 9 herons that flew by, going under the Orwell bridge as we enjoyed lunch last week. The 5 people who might be round our table on Christmas day. The one son, far, far away unwell and awaiting a covid test result, hence my anxiety. The one daughter-in-law waiting anxiously at home. The one son working tirelessly to make other people’s functions go smoothly. The one daughter with a heart of gold and the one son-in-law who looks at her with eyes that melt. And the one man who has made all these things possible. It will be wonderful to look back when this one virus has gone, allowing us the return to the new normal. They’re all just numbers, but what numbers. What are your numbers ? Till next time, I wish you all a very happy and healthy Christmas.

The decorations have started to go up, as I’d intended, but there have been some interruptions, so I need to dig out the boxes again and make the house look a bit more festive. It all started with my auntie of 98 pressing her panic button when the crumpet she was toasting caused the toaster to fuse the circuit. She’s not tall enough, or agile enough, to stand on a chair to reach the switch! Since that episode there have been other unexpected challenges to deal with for a number of elderly neighbours and friends. No recipes to film – we’ve done all that, but dishes to try out and remind myself of the pitfalls so you don’t fall down any pits 😉 We have plenty of ideas for the next weeks (and months). So yesterday we just needed to record a family Christmas message. Nothing complicated, just a greeting from three of us… wearing jolly jumpers. Normally a video runs smoothly, start to finish, one take. Do you think we could do this one? No way! We laughed so much it took about 10 or 12 goes get it right. One of us kept saying the wrong words, which scuppered the next one… Never work with children and dogs…. what about working with other adults? Chaos, but more fun than we’ve had for ages. Look out for it soon. x

Having been involved in a competition I just need to tell y’all that there are some very good (and very bad) mince pies out there. I promise you that my recipe is truly better than anything else I’ve tasted. So if you plan to make some, make mine. OK?

…quite a bit like Christmas – not least because several of our neighbours have installed hundreds of multi-coloured flashing fairy lights which brighten the gloom for several hours each day. Not subtle enough for me, sadly, but our decorations will begin to appear very soon if I get my way. A small tree on the balcony, decked with tiny golden bells, gives a glimpse of our contribution to the parish carol safari. Have you noticed our new picture on the website? You might just see a jar of Christmas cookies lurking behind the remains of the mincemeat…and have you spotted Lego Santa trying to find the tea cosy chimney? The chocolate log in the foreground is a clue to a “children’s special”. Remember we’re all children of our parents 😉 Decorations courtesy of our local cookshop, we are trying very hard to support our local independents and are lucky to have so many. The loss of M&S and EWM has been a blow, but the town will thrive if more small shops get the chance to have a go. So preparations are beginning, lists being written, turkeys sourced and the braised red cabbage done and in the freezer – that’s a bonus recipe you’ll find on the Christmas Specials page. Be in touch, let me know how it’s all going and enjoy getting ready for this special time. xx

I promise you that I am not a political person, but the recent governmental plans for the 3 tiers within England have left me so cross. The advice which followed – don’t play board games at Christmas, celebrate outdoors (in December?), delay your celebration till next year – all of this is absolutely ridiculous. Don’t we have a brain of our own? Can’t we weigh up the risks to our families without this type of advice? So we are all in one of three tiers, many of the towns previously in tier 1 are now in tier 3, how did that happen? My only experience of tiers up until now has been of the wedding cake varieties – there really is no other valid use for them. I’d hoped that we might have been told (by SAGE – the 3 Wise Men in my book) that whilst the situation is bad, we must continue to reduce our social interaction with other people. We understand the implications of reckless behaviour and if we are kept informed in a “straight-talking” way, without sound-bite slogans,we could all maintain the restrictive actions needed to reduce infections. So, dear reader, to calm myself I decided we need a bonus recipe to keep up our spirits, Mincemeat Eccles cakes, which are very tasty and melt in your mouth. The full recipe will be on the website later today, but you just need to cut circles of puff pastry and put a teaspoon of mincemeat in the centre. Wet the edges and bring them to the centre to seal, a bit like a fortune cookie. Turn the parcel over and flatten. Put on a lined baking tray, prod with a fork, brush with water then sprinkle caster sugar on top. Cook for 15ish minutes until darkly browned and crispy. What a relief to find some comforting normality in these strange times – a sense of perspective when all around us are either panicking or denying the situation. Be sensible as I know you will and stay safe peeps. Bx

Have you had a chance to look at this week’s recipe and video yet? It’s for slow-cooked ragu, also known as bolognese in this country and is a recipe I gleaned when cooking with Giovanna in her outdoor kitchen near Parma. Little did we know, when the video went live, that there was already an argument raging in one of the daily newspapers. It seems that someone had shared their “perfect” bolognese recipe and it had caused uproar among many of the readers. The inclusion of a red onion as well as “lots” of red wine didn’t go down too well and eventually the chef Gino d’Acampo waded into the row. He described the definitive Italian ragu, and – thankfully/happily – it was just as I make it too! We differed slightly on the tomato though – he prefers concentrated paste where I prefer to use tinned tomatoes. Giovanna had used her own home-grown bottled tomatoes and took me into her garden to show me row after row of the many varieties she grew, each for a different purpose. So on that day, as well as the delicious ragu we made pasta – tagliatelle and ravioli which was filled with a ricotta, lemon and thyme mixture.Then we made pisarei – gnocchi made with stale bread and boiling water, thickened with flour…not something I’ve recreated to be honest, but the ultimate way be economical and waste nothing. So there we are , dear reader, ever at the forefront and totally topical!

One of my earliest memories is of a very large chicken being delivered by the butcher ready to cook for Christmas dinner. It came complete with giblets which sat in a bowl of water ready to be cooked and used for the gravy. I was fascinated by this bowl of weirdness and it took many years to find out what they actually were. In the intervening years the mass production of poultry has meant that this country now eats more chicken than any other meat and my family certainly adds to those statistics. It’s seldom out of the news, with criticism of farming methods and anxiety over hygiene – only yesterday an alert was issued for avian flu and salmonella in 3 ranges of eggs sold in two supermarket chains. Remember Mrs.Currie? A good friend will often ask the question – “what’s for dinner – chicken?” and at least once a week the answer will be yes. I have a great many recipes to call on since it’s one food all the family enjoy. So earlier this week I was talking to young friend about the economy of roasting a chicken to enjoy with lots of vegetables, then have some cold the next day and going on to make soup using the carcass for stock. “Oh! How do you do that?” There then ensued a long typed method which became far too complicated. So the solution was that we should make a video and show younger people how to do it. It’s not a pretty process but the result is always delicious. So you have the scoop, dear reader – look out for this one on Christmas eve as the perfect way to use the last of your turkey.

Last week a lovely friend was discussing friendship cake – do you remember it? Many years ago I was given a jar of brown sludge, which was the starter, and a sheet of instructions. We had a young baby and my head simply didn’t have the capacity for something else that needed to be nurtured. I’m not sure what happened to the sludge but I certainly don’t remember it turning into a cake! This time though, I decided to resurrect the recipe and give it a go. I began with flour, milk, sugar and 3 tablespoons (yes, big ones!) of yeast.It then bubbled away on the worktop for quite a while, eventually arriving at the moment to share it. By sheer coincidence that was also day 1 of Lockdown #2. So we set off with it suitably packaged and a degree of anxiety that it would be met with reluctance and a sigh. But on that day it turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. Two and a half hour later I got home, put the kettle on then sat and pondered. Friendship and cake. A perfect combination.