27 June 2009

let the bun shine in

Tim whacked his knee on the bedframe yesterday (a common occurrence here, except I'm clumsier and shorter so my thighs are perpetually a fetching dappled shade of purple). I took advantage of his searing agony and got him to agree that we should go to dinner at La Bella Italia. An hour before we are due to leave the house, I remember that La Bella Italia is not open on the weekends. I don't know if this is karma or just standard issue stupidity on my part. I call stupidity, as I forgot that La Bella Italia is only a Monday-Friday joint and Tim did seem keen in spite of himself. Either way I feel there is some kind of proverb emerging... "Ask not the significant-other in deep pain to take you out to dinner, you don't need to pay $23 for a bowl of pasta to 'really communicate' with each other. The sharp teeth of karma bite ye once more!" But maybe not. I feel like it's a recurrent theme of my life that I get really, really excited about something and then it doesn't materialise. You'd think that now that I'm all grown and wise with 23 years under my belt I'd see these situations approaching and tamp myself down accordingly. Not so. I was really flipping disappointed last night that we couldn't go to La Bella Italia. We ended up having chilaquiles and watching DVDs of 30 Rock and Dexter like every other night which was fun, but still. La Bella Italia. The food just...slays me.

A similar situation has been happening recently. Bearing in mind that we're moving from up the hill in Kelburn down into the city centre, I said to Tim that we should have a coffee at Cafe Mode down the road and sample their seriously lush scones asap before we leave. Well we've been there seventeen thousand times in the last two weeks, and every single time they've been out of scones. Every single time. It's like wanting a baby or something. I'll start telling people that we're "trying really hard" for a scone. There's not a big window of opportunity - the clock is ticking! I need some kind of beeper to let me know when the cafe is scone-ulating!Sometimes random aspects of my existence can be kind of exhausting. But I will get my scones, damnit.

Okay, I'm pretty excited about this particular recipe so I'll launch straight into it rather than try and offer some kind of esoteric lead-in paragraph. Do you recall, back in April I made hot cross buns only to inadvertently turn them into burnt offerings instead. And if you don't recall, may this handy url jog your memory for you? Refusing to let this culinary snafu get me down, I sliced off the charred bits and froze the rest of the hot cross buns, relatively inedible as they were, to use down the line in a bread and butter pudding.

As we need to start using up any extraneous stuff lurking icily in our freezer, it occurred to me last week that it might be pertinent to make this bread and butter pudding already. I defrosted the hot cross buns (or cold cross buns if you will, hahahahaha) and while I was being practical, pulled out a massive slab of sheep that Tim's parents sent us back to Wellington with a while back. I know mutton isn't all that fashionable (which can only mean it's due for a wildly fashionable comeback in restaurants) but it really does taste good, especially when the sheep had been fortunate enough to live a happy life on Tim's parents' farm, baa-ing merrily with verdant grass nuzzling its hoofs. The idea of having an old-timey roast and bread and butter pudding for a Sunday dinner was hugely pleasing to me.




Carne con carne. All I did to the mutton was put it in the oven for about 5 hours on a very low heat (around 160 C). That's all. No spices, no oil, no tinfoil, no nothing. And it was beautifully tender, densely meaty and rich, and filled the whole house with the heavy perfume of roasted protein. I didn't serve it with a gravy, since rendered sheep fat just isn't that sexy. I did, however, bake some potatoes and other vegetables and it was an absolutely wonderful meal. A roast is so delightfully low-maintenance, you just bung it in the oven and that's it. The next night I made us shepherd's pie out of the leftovers, surprisingly quick when you don't have to actually cook the meat. And really, really good.



But the bread and butter pudding. I swear I could hear angels chorusing when I took a bite. It was exquisite. Considering it started its life as tough, dry buns, it was a makeover of Hollywood film proportions. Actually there isn't really a Hollywood movie that uses the makeover theme that I can compare this to, as in all those movies - Pretty Woman, The Princess Diaries, She's All That, My Fair Lady, Miss Congeniality - the "ugly duckling" is always blatantly stunning. What is Hollywood trying to impart to us? That brunettes can never truly be happy unless their eyebrows are brutally waxed to pop music in a montage scene?

Um, anyway, what I'm trying to say is that to look at, these hot cross buns were seriously nothing special, no glimmer of Anne Hathaway or Sandra Bullock beauty within their overcooked exteriors. Because I made the recipe up totally on the fly, I wasn't even sure if it would work or if I would end up just chalking it up on my list of things-I-got-disproportionately-excited-about-which-then-turned-to-FAIL. But it was an absolute minx of a pudding, the eggy custard giving the buns a soft, burnished, gloriously puffy texture. The spices - cinnamon, cardamom, ginger - were heavenly nestled against the warm, rich Marsala wine that I generously sloshed into the mix. The whole thing was just flipping marvelous. Gather round, my children. And listen:

Hot Cross Bun Bread and Butter Pudding

Obviously, you don't need to go to the trouble of making your own buns and then overcooking them. Because we live in such a flagrantly heathenish age, I'm sure you can go down to your local supermarket and purchase hot cross buns at any time of year. So, buy some, allow them to go stale, and you're good to go.

Ingredients:

6-8 shop-bought hot cross buns, allowed to go stale or 10-12 slightly burnt hot cross buns made to the recipe from Nigella Lawson's Feast
50g very soft butter
75g brown sugar
3 eggs
500mls milk
Marsala wine

Heat up the milk and about 1/3 cup Marsala in a pan. I don't want you to boil it, but it needs to be hot enough that you really wouldn't enjoy the whole lot being thrown in your face. Slice up the buns and layer across a loaf tin. Beat the butter and sugar together, add the eggs and whip as though you were making a cake. Slowly whisk in the hot alcoholic milk, then pour this crazy mess over the buns. Let this sit for about 10 minutes to absorb the liquid somewhat, then bake at 170 C (roughly 330 F) for about 40 minutes. Eat. Ice cream would make an ideal partner, as would cream or just plain, cold milk.

Serves 4




Seriously compelling stuff. In hindsight, I probably could have cut off some more of the darkened bits of the buns, but truly this was less alarmingly carginogenic looking in real life as it is in this photo. I'll just coolly pass it off as "ramshackle" and ignore any dissenting views.
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On shuffle whilst I type:
Israelites from A Little Bit Wonderful by The Wellington International Ukulele Orchestra
Problems from Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols by The Sex Pistols
Stars and The Moon, a song by Jason Robert Brown sung by Julia Murney and OH MY GOSH it made a small compartment of my life quite complete to hear her sing this beautiful tune.
I Ran from the Original Cast Recording of Little Fish. I am pretty well addicted to this song. Itunes may not have actually 'shuffled' on to it every time if you know what I mean.
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Next time: July is set to be pretty manic. So as yet, the next post is a mystery to us all. And yes, my title barely makes sense but I don't care, I'm on a Hair kick right now. Never mind that it doesn't make sense, the revival cast living it up on Broadway right now are absolutely stunning, listen to it enough and EVERYTHING will make sense.

12 comments:

  1. Laughed so much it hurt (literally - I have the flu and everything hurts). Starting off with poor Tim's bruising. The mutton and b and b pudding look delish - can almost smell them, but I haven't eaten since Friday and am still not yet tempted.Sigh!

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  2. I loved reading this, great post! the food all looks fantastic, the hot cross bun pudding especially, yum!

    I'm surprised mutton isn't fashionable in New Zealand of all places, I've heard there are more sheep than people! it's making a comeback in restaurants over here in the UK.

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  3. The bread and butter pudding was a great way to use up those buns! I loved the combination of spices.

    I can't even FIND mutton over here, much less sneer at its being unfashionable. I've got one hope of finding it at the halal butchers in the bowels of Boston, but otherwise it's all lamb here.

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  4. I'm not sure that I've ever had mutton before. Is it more gamey than lamb? It does looks tender and delicious in your photo though.

    Nice job on recycling the buns. I detest wasting food, so I always try to make something out of failures too. I once had a chocolate cake that failed to rise for the occasion, but it made one heck of a bread pudding with some help from from eggs, cream and cinnamon.

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  5. Haha! My husband and I had the exact same problem with our bedframe, it was always me who had the bruised thighs as well (being shorter than my husband). We recently got a new bedframe that doesn't stick out so much and I am enjoying the lack of bruised thighs now!

    I laughed out loud at the thought of your burnt hot-cross buns being burnt offerings! You are just too hilarious. That was a great idea to make them into a bread & butter pudding, sounds like it was awesome. Awesome enough for me to want to try it, even though I've never found a bread & butter pudding that I liked. Yours inspires me. I like your movie to hot-cross bun comparisson. Too funny.

    I've never had mutton, and never seen it in the shops here either, but I might have just not looked for it before. Your mutton dish sounds very satisfying.

    Hope you get your scones before you move!

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  6. Mum: Glad to hear! (that I made you laugh, not that you have the flu) hope you're feeling better asap!

    Sam: Thank you! Mutton is, I guess, not as cool as lamb since it's the meat off old sheep. I do prefer the taste of lamb but mutton is pretty yum.

    Fearless Kitchen: Thanks! Good luck on the mutton hunt - it's worth a try! If it's any consolation there's a lot of American foods that are nigh on impossible to find here.

    Marc: I guess you could describe it as gamey. It's a stronger, richer taste than lamb. Your pudding sounds incredible!

    Hayley: I hope I get those damn scones too! Time's running out!

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  7. OK, I'm LOVING your comments, as always. How I've missed you, both on my blog and yours!

    I thought I might have missed the hot cross buns that you were referring to, but no, here they are! This is genius, even if I don't know much about HCB's. Americans think that HCB's are akin to unicorns -something that only exist in fairy tales or nursery rhymes. Seriously, or maybe just this American {me}. I had never seen one in real life until moving on down here. They are so strange! And do they call rolls over there breadrolls! So funny! Okay, and while we're on the subject, I also don't know what bread and butter pudding is...

    Sorry about the scones, they sound really good and well worth another try. LOL about 'trying for a scone' and in the same breath sorry for my texting language. What can communicate it better than the good old lol?, despite how much I hate using it.

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  8. When something like a store or restaurant is closed, I totally see that as a sign too... ah the life of a frugal post student :)

    Great job on the bread pudding. I love the marsala wine in there, it goes with your Italian craving :)

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  9. So I read your cooking blog and some others. I found a recipe for carmalized white chocolate (and knowing you LUV white chocolate) I thought you might enjoy. It sounds tasty!

    http://www.sporkorfoon.com/spork_or_a_foon/page/2/

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  10. Yay Hair soundtrack! I totally want to see the show on Bway soon.

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  11. OK, so here is a small hound ( a puppy?). Looking forward to reading your next blog.

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  12. Now I want bread & butter pudding! That sounds absolutely divine.

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