Chestnut, Thyme & Apple ravioli

When you have access to fresh, seasonal produce- sometime you just gotta drown yourself in it, and with over 600 beautiful and lovingly gathered chestnuts adorning my house in little bowls and mountains, it was time to start putting them to good use.

Inspired by a couple of recipes floating around and a hands on cooking dinner at a friends place earlier in the week, I came up with this combination of seasonal delights and I have never been so satisfied with a gourmet mid-week meal. Once the chestnuts are shelled (and let's admit it, that part can be tricky), the rest is pretty simple. Thankfully, as the chestnuts get crumbled up, you can be pretty blase with the peeling. I just spilt the shells and boiled mine for 15mins, then sliced them in half and crumbled the meat into a bowl. Easy-peasy. 

Chestnut, Thyme & Apple filled Ravioli: 

makes about 20 depending on size. Serves 2 for a main, or 4 for a generous entree.

Ingredients:

• 250 grams of freshly shelled chestnut meat (about 500g raw nuts), crumbled
• 1 apple, skin on (I used red sundowner), finely chopped 
  
• 1 brown onion, minced
  
• 3T olive oil
  
• 2T currants
• 1t dried thyme
  
• 1/4 cup water
  
• 2T butter
  
• 20 ravioli wrappers- we made our own from our basic pasta recipe (2 eggs to 200g flour). 
  
• Half a lemon for finishing

Method:

If you're making your own ravioli wrappers, do this first and then cover them with a damp cloth to stop them drying out, but have them ready to go.

Heat the oil in a frypan and fry onions until golden and translucent. Add the thyme and 1/2 the chopped apple, fry for one minute to infuse flavour. Add chestnut meat and currants and toss through. Then add water and cook for 15mins until the water has reduced and the filling thickens a little. Make sure it's not too wet. 

Have a small cup of tepid water ready by your work space and a floured surface ready to rest the ravioli on once filled- this will stop them sticking to the bench.

Take a ravioli wrapper in your hand and put a teaspoon of filling in it (do not overfill or they will not seal properly and will explode when cooking). Wet one finger with a little water and run it along one edge of the ravioli wrapper. Fold wrapper in half over the filling and press the wet edge to the dry edge to seal.

Make sure you ease/squeeze out air bubbles (again, they will cause ravioli to explode when cooking). You can leave the ravioli shapes like this in a crescent, or take the two corners and bring them together and seal with water to create a little 'crown shape'. Set the finished ravioli to one side on the floured bench. Repeat the process until you run out of wrappers or filling.

Once the ravioli are ready, boil a pot of water with a little salt in it. 

When boiling, place the ravioli gently in and cook until pasta is aldente. It varies depending on your pasta, but about 5mins- don't overdo it, or they may explode, the less time bobbing round in the water the better. Drain ravioli.

 Heat butter in a frypan, add the remaining apple and and fry till golden, then toss through the cooked ravioli to coat in apple and butter. Serve in big white dishes with the pan juice drizzled over and a healthy squeeze of lemon juice to cut the oil.

Then relax with your loved ones and a glass of red wine- even better if it's in front of an open fire in Autumn and there are more chestnuts to roast for fun/dessert.

Gone nutty- for Chestnut season

Autumn is such a beautiful and abundant time of year. It brings out the little squirrel in me and all I want to do is forage for food, stockpile it for the bitter days to come and ferret around in the leaf detritus that scatters itself all around us. Fortunately, there are some activities that fulfill all these particular needs, and so on Saturday we went chestnutting.

Now for the un-initiated (of which I was one), chestnutting does not involve tree climbing and branch shaking. It's a far more peaceful pass-time than that. 

Ruefleur Chestnut farm is located in the Melbourne Dandenongs and makes a beautiful setting for the discovery of fresh chestnuts. All you need are heavy duty rubber gloves (believe me, you need them), a bag for your treasured finds and a stick to poke amongst the leaves with.

The chestnut 'burrs' (spikey casings) fall from the trees in autumn, hit the ground and spill their precious contents amongst the falling leaves.

It's very pretty, and it's a gold-mine of nutty joy. The majority of the chestnuts grown in Australia are called the 'domestic' variety and have a couple of nuts in each burr. There are others called Marrons, which have a single nut in each burr, but these are not so common in the Antipodes, even though they are the nuts traditionally used for the coveted (and expensive) Marrons Glace. 

At the end of an hour or so with our focus on the ground, we had 8kgs of chestnuts and a whole lot of shelling to do... worth it for the multitude of Autumn recipes I have planned. Washed, air dried and stored, all we await now is the first fire of the season for some roasting fun.  Stay tuned. And in the meantime...

Sweet Chestnut Puree:

Ingredients: 

• 1kg fresh chestnuts (to yield 500g chestnut meat)
  
• 1 cup sugar
  
• 2 cups water
  
• 1/2 a vanilla pod, seeds only  
  

Method:

Split the chestnut shells, then boil the nuts for 15mins. While still hot, cut nuts in half and crumble meat into a bowl. In a heavy based saucepan bring the water to the boil, add sugar and stir to dissolve, then add chestnut meat. Bring back to the boil, reduce heat and simmer for 30mins or until the water has reduced. Add vanilla seeds. Strain the nut meat, reserving the sugar syrup. Place nutmeat in a blender and blend to a paste, adding reserved sugar syrup to loosen if necessary until you have the desired puree consistency.

Serve with ice-cream, or use in cakes. Or, fill puff pastry circles with the puree and cook till golden. Tasty and so versatile!   

It's my Tweet: What's your #Foodcrack?

It's my Tweet: What's your #Foodcrack?

-By Jane de Graaff

"In Twitter, social networking platform of the moment, tweets come in fast and furious, making culinary conversation a round-the-clock sport. Food writers, bloggers and enthusiasts have fully embraced the application, as Jane de Graaff discovers- and they are tweeting up a storm."

Article featured on my favourite website www.ieatidrinkiwork.com.au   

Big Thank You's to all my Twitter ppl. who commented on the food-tweeting phenomenon;

• @eatingwithjack
  
• @Reemski
  
• @Tomatom
  
• @divinepurple
  
• @stickifingers
  
• @myffyrigby
  

BTW: My #Foodcrack is duck, any-which-way.

 

Ladies who... latte?

Finding a good soy latte is a very special thing. I've been drinking soy lattes for years (probably around 10 now), and even in this coffee obsessed town, the art of a great soy coffee is still, sadly, all too rare a thing.

Luckily, my favourite local cafe - Balwyn's Snow Pony-  has got it down to a fine art, and it's not unusual for me to put aside the time to grab one at the start of a busy day. I've even been known to get up 10minutes earlier or skip putting on make-up just to make sure I get my fix.   

So when I dropped in this morning my plan was to grab a quick soy-latte-to-go. No such luck. 

The wait wasn't catastrophic, but it was longer than I anticipated (maybe I need to get up 15minutes earlier from now on). So I had time to look around. The little cafe was jumping and jazz music melted over the chatty crowd. You'd be lucky to find at table at 9.30 on a Wednesday morning in between cheese on toast and signature smashed avocado's. 

Ok, so a few other people have clued into this great little haunt. But what surprised me was this. In the whole place, out of all the lively, smiley patrons, only 1 was male. 

Yep- single white male. Cafe full of latte-ing ladies- and searching back through my daily routines I felt sure that this wasn't the first 'ladies day' I had witnessed at the Pony.

It was a rare moment of 'what's going on here?' for me. And I'm still not sure what it means. The ladies were all of varying ages and style- so I could deduce nothing there. It's not really in a particularly 'ladyish' part of town and I know that the cafe is a more even split of sexes on weekends. 

So I take from it this, either ladies make more time for social coffee's to exchange work, information, social ideas. OR... they know where the really good soy coffee is on a weekday and go out of their way to get it.    

Either way, as long as I can still wedge my way in for my morning coffee, all I have to say is this... Ladies? Bottoms up!

If you've noticed any gender trends at cafes, I'd love to know where and when?

Surprising last minute dessert- Honey Baked Egg Custard

I am guilty of over thinking dinners- for friends, for family, for friday night. I like to cook, so I often plan in advance and put a lot of effort into menus, themes and trying new dishes. Mostly the love and extra work pays off. Mostly.

But tonight I was lazy.

When my other half turned big brown eyes towards me and hopefully said 'dessert?', I simply could not disappoint him and I felt myself madly wracking my brains for a simple, yet worthy response. I settled for the comfort dessert that my mother would make when I was sick as a child- it has a special place in my heart, and I'd forgotten just how good it is.

Honey baked egg custard:

Ingredients:

* 3 eggs

* 1/2 cup milk

* 1/2 cup thickened cream

* 2 tablespoons honey (warmed for ease of mixing)

* extra honey

Method:

Preheat oven to 200degC. In a bowl whisk together all the ingredients (except the extra honey) until well combined. Divide the extra honey between three 1 cup oven proof ramekins (or any size you have)- about 1 tsp of honey in the base of each. Pour the egg mixture into the ramekins, dividing evenly. Place ramekins into an ovenproof dish and fill the dish with boiling water until it comes halfway up the sides. Bake for 30mins, or until firm and lightly browned on top.

Serve it up hot- straight from the oven.

In this case with extra satisfaction and a small glass of tawny port.

I have been put in my place. Sometimes 'old faithful' recipes are the best- and could even proudly hold their own at any overwrought, overthought, lovingly prepared meal for friends.

Tonight it was a sneaky and unexpected surprise- made sweeter when I spooned to the bottom and found my puddle of melted honey. Never let it be said that desserts are too hard.

All Nations Picnic- Sat April 18, 2009

The All Nations Picnic:

A community comes together through food

-By: Jane de Graaff

Article featured at: www.ieatidrinkiwork.com.au

It was a wonderful day at Flemington community centre, so stay tuned for details of next years event- sharing heritage through food is such a great joy. And tasty too!

Foraging- from weeds to seeds

My garden is greener than it's been for a long time. It's a beautiful thing to see. Chubby, tender shoots sprout everywhere. It's a verdant carpet covering damp, chocolate-brown earth. 

I kneel down in front of it all and then, start hacking away- because it's all gotta come out! You see it might look pretty, but it's weeds. That's right, the garden is green, but it's not green with anything useful... apparently. 

Milk weeds, dandelions, other things I can't name- I hack, I pull, I twist- I rip it all out. 

1/2 an hour later I'm hot and sweaty, covered in sap and only about 1/8 of the way through. I turn around and survey the damage- a huge, lush pile of leaves with roots pointing oddly at the sky. They look at little mournful- and I am suddenly overwhelmed with a huge sense of waste. This pile of leaves looks so promising, so vibrant- I could swear they would be crunchy and probably a little peppery too.

 I suddenly wish that I knew more- more about what I was ripping up and more about weather or not they were edible. What if I was throwing away a perfectly good salad? It sure looked like one? And besides, isn't foraging the 'new black' when it comes to eating local?

My recent mushroom trip must have inspired me. I didn't necessarily trust myself to eat what I'd dug up, but it did inspire me to start looking into what was about to make intimate friends with the compost bin. So I grabbed 'Wild Food Plants of Australia' by the renowned Tim Low and began thumbing the pages, looking to see if perhaps that really was a garden salad on my lawn.

Judging by the pretty definitive pictures in my field guide, here's a couple of the things that I think were mixed into my grass greens:

* Common Sowthistle- tastes like endive acc. to Low.

* Yellow Wood Sorrel- a bit like clover (the little buggers), makes good 'tarts' and salad.

* Yam Daisy, Murnong, or native dandelion- the root is good for stewing, tasty but not too high in vitamins.

To my disappointment I am not growing any chocolate lilies, grass potato or quandongs...   

Still, if the GFC gets really tough- I know that I won't starve. I may not be living in style, but i'll still be able to have you all over for dinner. 

NOTE: I am NOT encouraging you to eat things you think you have identified in your garden- but I am hoping that you might take a healthy interest in thinking beyond the square when it comes to food... I haven't quite got a pot of nettles stewing on the stove... yet.

For now, I better head back to the organic, heritage, grown-from-seed vegie patch, where at least I know what the radishes look like.