What Did the Male Judge Say Again?
I think it's merely appropriate that my adjacent venture following Afternoon Tea, is English language Biscuits. Mimi is quick to differentiate these from American Southern Biscuits, noting the English Biscuits are closer to a cracker than the puffed pastry that we in America dear to smother with rich, sausage gravy, or butter and jam (… and at present I'm hungry).
Before I begin, let me say (especially to those who may be following along in their own 1,000 Foods copies) that although my aim is to experience everything listed in Mimi'southward book, I won't be able to do all items sequentially. In this case, betwixt the entries on Afternoon Tea and Biscuits are two other mentions: Bangers and Mash, and Billingsgate Fish Marketplace. Bangers and Mash, I have had before. I of my favorite restaurants in Columbus, Ohio, The Pearl, has this dish listed on their menu equally a Starter. It'southward hearty, warm, and comforting, and should yous ever find yourself in the Short North neighborhood of Cbus, I highly suggest you stop in at The Pearl for this bill of fare item and some raw oysters (or, if yous prefer your bivalves broiled, they do a mean "N'awlins Way"). I might also add together that their manhattans are the best I ever plant in the urban center. As for the Billingsgate Fish Market, that volition exist something to look forward to on a future trip to England.
These days, I have to be content with watching the Brits from afar, in episodes of The Cracking British Baking Show. I started watching the only season upwardly on Netflix during the fourth dimension leading upward to Ian and my big move across the country. I was about to start a huge, new chapter, and although exciting, it was likewise really scary! I would find myself starting to get overwhelmed with the gravity of it all, and and then I would turn on my Netflix and go straight to TGBBS. Many of the episodes showtime with shots of the English pasture in which the baking tent was always set. I would sit down on the couch and permit myself exist transported to this idyllic world. The instrumental tracks that punctuate each hr-long segment would wash over me as I imagined the scent of flour and spices wafting through the air. Every now and then, among the scenes of dough ascent and glazes setting, they cutting to a shot of a grazing sheep or some other happy and peaceful farm animal. If that doesn't sound perfect plenty already, let me tell y'all that one of the hosts is a stylish, mature British woman, named Mary Berry (no joke). She's sweet with a dash of sassy – the kind of woman yous would desire to sit down with for hours, talking and drinking tea (although, as rumor would accept it, she may actually adopt a refreshment with a bit more *kick* to it… Me too, Mary. Me, too). The other host'south name is Paul Hollywood (again… dead serious), and he is a silverish fox if I've e'er seen one. With piercing blue eyes, and a full head of salt-and-pepper hair (sploosh), one of the contestants confessed to him that she had to call him "the male person judge" all flavor, due to the fact that she, "…had secretly been in love with [him] all along" (you aren't lone, Nancy). Then, in short, if you haven't seen this British masterpiece still, I highly advise grabbing a glass of vino (or a cuppa), and snuggling down for some impressive bakes and cheeky repartee.
Naturally, since my next claiming was going to exist a British broil, I went straight to TGBBS' recipe site to find a recipe for biscuits. As luck would have it, the called biscuit postal service is from the flavour I watched. Information technology'due south from a contestant named Norman. Norman is a grandfatherly looking (and sounding) Scot, whom I picture wearing a lot of cozy, high-necked wool sweaters when in the comfort of his ain home. His recipes on the show were criticized by the judges for beingness too "simple," but he did manage to garner some high praise with his Savoury Farthing Biscuits. It was this recipe that I chose for my own endeavour.
I have to be honest… I haven't been putting in my due diligence into scouting out markets and grocery stores hither in San Francisco. I've become a scrap complacent in the fact that the nearest supermarket is directly across the street from me, and I've settled. It's non something I'k proud of, and I aim to change my blueprint in the virtually futurity, but at that place information technology is. It's this failure on my office that led to my biggest regret with these biscuits: Crisco. Certain, I made other concessions in order to work with what I had – a water-glass instead of a cookie cutter, and making "self ascension flour" from scratch since I could discover none in the baking aisle – but I gave up on findinglard – beautifully rendered pork fat which would accept given the most luscious flavor to these biscuits – and settled for its bastardized vegetable substitute that doesn't fifty-fifty need to exist refrigerated for chrissake (there'due south something wrong there). Nonetheless, armed with the Crisco, I forged on.
The recipe, overall, was relatively simple. The only stride I really aghast at was the part that instructs yous: "In a bowl, mix the dry ingredients together. Rub in butter and lard so that mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs."
After making a first effort at rolling out the dough, it was clear that I needed more water (I could hear Paul Hollywood's voice in my caput, sneering, "Well that's but not binding, is information technology?"), and then I kneaded information technology a few more tablespoons and left it to arctic in the refrigerator for a bit. Afterwards it seemed equally though rolling would be possible, I set out to "roll out the dough to a thickness just less than a £1 money." Not having my trusty pound coin on me, I sort of guessed/eyeballed information technology. My water-glass served valiantly as a cookie-cutter, and I popped a tray of these guys into the oven.
If I learned i thing from TGBBS, it's that bakes aren't successful unless you sentry them. Attentively.
Then I did.
Out they came, dry but not browned (every bit instructed), simply they had risen a flake more than I was expecting (I'm certain the male approximate would take gladly told me why), so I wasn't confident they had the same texture for which Mary Berry had complimented Norman in that episode.
Yet, they were quite tasty. I served them with butter (as suggested) and a little strawberry preserves. The male judge inmy household thoroughly approved, and ate three or 4 of them. I will say I'g curious as to the differences between a farthing biscuit and a digestive biscuit, then possibly I'll option up some of the latter if I spot them on my supermarket search. I shall report back with any findings.
As for make new foods, Mimi has been gentle thus-far. But at some betoken in the not-too-distant future, I will come head-to-caput with "Jellied Eel" and "Potted Shrimp." And so, for at present, I volition endeavor to savor my tea and biscuits.
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