Baguettes Parisiennes and Fougasses from Monsieur Hobbe’s bread making workshop. Yum!
As always, Hobbes opted for the standard tasting menu, and I asked for the vegetarian version. This strategy helps us sample a lot of food between the two of us 🙂
We started with 2 courses of amuse-bouche.
The vegetarian version.
The bread. The goat milk butter was to die for!
The first course. Chilled Yellow Tomato Soup with Langoustine Jelly and Mustard Sorbet
(V) Spring Vegetables – Pea and Lovage Cream, Parmesan, and Hazelnut Oil
The second course. White Beetroot, Baked in Clay, Caviar Salt, and Smoked Eel
(V) White Beetroot, Baked in Clay, Goat’s Cheese and Walnuts
The third course. Warm Pheasant’s Egg, Celeriac, Arbois, Dried Ham and Truffle
(V) Warm Pheasant’s Egg, Shaved Celeriac, Truffle Vinaigrette and Arbois
The fourth course. Roast Scallops, Elderflower, Liquorice, and Fennel
(V) Trompette Courgettes, Basil and Lemon
The fifth course. Jowl of Pork, Apricot and Carrot Joice
(V) Carrots Baked in Juniper, Apricot and Cracked Wheat
The sixth course. Aged Pigeon, Cherries, Red Leaves and Vegetables
(V) Roast Cauliflower, Jersey Royal Cream Cream, Girolles and Almonds
Desserts. Brown Sugar Tart, and Stem Ginger Ice Cream
And, finally, the mignardises.
The service was great. The staff compared notes so they could all carry a conversation forward from where their colleague left off. We found this very charming 🙂 Like all fine dining establishments, the portion sizes were small – but big enough to allow the flavors to explode in one’s mouth. We were quite full by the third or the fourth course and had to walk around to make room for more food.
The food was delicious, and the taste and the presentation were apt for their rating. The Ledbury was certainly one of the highlights of our London trip!
Michael Mina‘s pop-up restaurant showcases a new cuisine every few months. The current experiment features the flavors of India. The entire menu is served family style. Even though it wasn’t the best Indian food I’ve had (Don’t get me wrong – the food is tasty, just not the best. I’m not a seafood fan, but I loved the prawns and the fish), I still enjoyed the experience. Here’s why. It was Indian enough for me to get the comfort food feeling, yet it wasn’t the typical shahi paneer and butter chicken that seems to woefully dominate all desi menus. Recommended once for the novelty factor (and the gorgeous wallpaper!).
Attended a live performance of Swan Lake yesterday and was surprised at how different the womens’ and mens’ movements were. Man or woman – performing any work of art such that it completely mesmerizes the audience takes a lot of perseverance and hard work. And mesmerized I was, no doubt. But I also found myself wondering if this was an art form that was way more demanding of its female dancers. While the men had their feet flat on the ground most of the time, the women were on their big toes for most of the performance. They did twists, turns, and complex maneuvers while they were precariously balanced on their big toes. And sometimes their entire body weight was supported by a single toe! As someone who cannot even look at heels without wincing, I am amazed at these women who walk and dance on their big toes for hours at a time… And here I thought, dancing was all play and fun!
Hobbes had taken a Moroccan cooking class sometime back, following which, we promptly purchased a tagine. I’m not a cook, but I find tagines beautiful to look at. In my opinion, they are one of the prettiest kitchen equipment. And so, for quite some time, our tagine occupied a prominent place at home as a decorative piece, and served as an excellent conversation starter.
Last summer, we had chicken tagine at a small restaurant in Rome. It was delicious and reminded us that we had an amazing piece of pottery at home, just sitting there and doing nothing. And so, after procuring all the necessary ingredients, it was put to good use. The end result was delectable!
Now that this tagine has been inaugurated with successful results, the plan is to procure more of these beautiful pots. And use them 🙂
On the same trip, we also got introduced to some amazing desserts, one of which was kunafah. Think gooey goodness in an edible format. And since we were completely wooed with it, Hobbes had to do what he always does. Another trip was made to ethnic grocery stores and unfamiliar label names were deciphered. It was all a labor of love, and well worth it. The kunafah was a big hit with our guests. They even asked for some to take home 🙂
Here’s to discovering many more foods from faraway lands. Not to mention, re-creating and relishing them in our own kitchen!
I had been a decent reader during and soon after my college days. But as life went on, I slowly stopped reading. Reading real books, that is. I would still read business and technical books, but most of my pleasure reading would be online. Every now and then I would pick up a book, but it would take me months to finish it. Or worse, I would abandon it half way through, justifying to myself that had I not been so busy, I would certainly have finished it. I feared that I had forgotten how to read for fun.
Over the last few months, I’ve been trying to re-learn how to read just for the pleasure of reading. The local library has become a favorite haunt of mine. Yesterday I picked up The Kite Runner. It was published in 2003 so I am very late in getting to the book. But what a book! Der aaye durust aaye. A part of the book happens in my corner of the world, so that familiarity and identification was an added bonus. Thank you Khaled Hosseini for assuring me that I can still get lost in a book. That a story can still fascinate me enough to forget about everything else. And that I can still finish a book in six hours.
Now a days it’s fairly common to hear new versions of old songs. Seems like everyone is doing that. Sometimes they are cringeworthy, sometimes they are an interesting fresh take on an earlier rendering, and sometimes they are so good that it’s like meeting an old friend after many, many years. This one falls in the last category.
Sure it’s no technical singing. But even without any aalaaps or harkatein, Atif manages to create a special atmosphere with this. Soulful. I sat through the whole 10 or so minutes without any movement and experienced a strange calm come over me. My ears were delighted and I certainly had some new-found respect for him after listening to this.
It wasn’t just the singing. It was the entire mahaul, the samaa. The poetry, the musical arrangement, the vocal and instrumental accompanists (I will always be partial to the peti), and the clapping, made the whole listening experience somewhat magical.
Of course I couldn’t talk about this and not mention the real thing. So, for the musical purists out there, and for those who can still experience the old world charm of qawwali induced trances, here are the original masters with their amazing classical finesse and control. It is expression, sureelapan, and tenderness all rolled into one. Listen to them sprinkle in a few verses of an exquisite zehaal-e-miskeen at around the 7:25 mark.
The two versions are beautiful in their own way. And in the world of music lovers, there is plenty of space for both!