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New Year’s menu

Sometimes, I wish that every meal I ate could be sourced from the deli / butcher / restaurant Source but alas it just isn’t meant to be. For special occasions, however, they are the most wonderful resource in Bristol. My household had Christmas dinner from there which we ordered in advance and I also went there for ingredients for my New Year’s dinner.

The main meal was steak and frites. Two aged Aberdeen Angus sirloin steaks were cooked simply on the frying pan after being left out to get to room temperature. They were covered in oil and salt first. That doesn’t require much of a recipe but it may need a little improvement so suggestions are welcome. Maybe I should have tenderized the beef slightly by bashing them with the frying pan first? I shall experiment.

The first dish I cooked was a lovely chorizo, chickpea and prawn stew. It was very nice and could turn out to be amazing with a bit more care and seasoning. I bought tiger prawns from Source that were so big I managed to cut myself three times on the shells as I peeled them. I undercooked the prawns, didn’t have sherry so I used Port and I forgot to add salt and pepper.

But next time the stew will be incredible.

For now, here’s the recipe.

3 tbsp olive oil
4 fresh piquillo peppers, cored, deseeded and cut into 2cm squares
1 small red onion, peeled and finely chopped
150g good-quality cooking chorizo sausage, sliced
2 garlic cloves, peeled and finely chopped
1 ½ tbsp sherry vinegar
3 tbsp dry sherry
600g drained cooked chickpeas (freshly cooked or tinned)
100ml chicken stock
70g baby spinach leaves, washed
20 good-quality raw tiger prawns, peeled, deveined and heads removed
Large handful of basil, leaves only, torn
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper

How to make tiger prawn, chorizo and chickpea stew
1. Heat 2 tbsp olive oil in a large, wide pan and add the peppers, red onion and chorizo. Cook for a few minutes, then add the garlic. Cook for a couple of minutes again, then add the sherry and vinegar and reduce down.

2. Add the chickpeas, stir and cook for a couple of minutes, then add the chicken stock and cook for 10 minutes on a medium heat.

3. In a separate pan, fry the tiger prawns in the remaining olive oil for about 30-45 seconds each side. Once cooked, add to the chickpea stew with the spinach. Let wilt slightly, then scatter over the basil, season and serve.

© Gordon Ramsay

2010, A Recollection

Big Chill on New Year’s Eve and Wagamama‘s the day after to recover; running, knee pains, snow, moving from Bristol to Bristol. Slippery sidewalks, Everybody’s Fine, Bella Italia, Mark Kermode and Flinty Red, no El Puerto. Bath half marathon at a slow 2:23 but 13 miles done; no Valentines but one graduation at the Marketplace; ale and chocolate tasting at the Grain Barge; Brussels and blogging, the Adam and Eve and 26.2 miles around London; no coffee for Lent, no alcohol with training; Japanese movies at the Arnolfini; The Academy for Passion Pit and Thekla for Two Door Cinema Club and Blood Red Shoes; Alphabeat at Fiddlers, Thai Classic at Whiteladies and the Leaders’ Debate. Still waiting for Treme to be shown.

Beautiful night with Vashti Bunyan and the Cedar at St George’s and a great disappointment at the Old Vic with Romeo and Her Juliet. Kings of Pastry, the Hope and Anchor, the Big Cheese Taste Off – what could they possibly have been thinking with cider, beer and wine – and the last hangover of 2010; Brandon Hill with a view of orange lights and a scene never as amazing as I think it will be. Stokes Croft Streetfest, Bath Coffee Festival, a night in London and the last coffee of 2010. Moroccan peppermint tea at Delight and a few dinners at Thali Cafe; potentially a single parent and not many choices but discovering the Harbourside.

A cloudy but spectacular view from St Michael’s Hospital, dim sum at Dynasty, St Paul’s carnival, looking for the perfect pancakes in Bristol. No more running, a friend’s wedding and the bump gets much attention. Hot air balloons and so many restaurants disappearing.

Bristol Half as a spectator and a delightful lunch at Glassboat. The beginning of autumn, Southville Deli and lots of tea, data, transported and baby postings, still unsure about Hooters, a month of novel writing, student protests and working from home, a Good Read at the Old Vic and who would have thought it would be a goodbye for Sue McGregor. Muted celebrations and a subtle mob by the floating harbour, tears and a nose bleed at the Sound of Music, anemia and a new newspaper.

A busy December with the last few days of work, a success at the Old Vic with Swallows and Amazons, antenatal classes, and magical buses around Bristol. The loveliest Christmas and waiting for the new year.

Against a pink sky