Monday, 2 December 2013

What to say?....


It's crazy around here these days and my ability to get to the laptop for any quality blogging sessions is being seriously hampered  by my offspring and fellow tribe members inability to leave me alone for five blinking minutes!! So this post.. is brought to you with the five minutes I have to spare between school runs while they're all safely out of the way... needless to say it's also being squeezed in between household tasks... you know enial meaningless things like hot food having to be made for cold people and find somewhere to hang all the wet washing.

It's rainging like crazy almost every day here now and true to form my house has been kind enough to let the weather in... I can honestly say I can't wait for Spring to arrive.

In the meantime I have started making some bedcovery type things for my girls... 

And making some bakeables... we had a scary couple of days when the oven stopped working and all we could do was drift about the house trying to imagine winter without cake and cauliflower cheese... it's all better now though... cake now reigns supreme in our daily life once more.

I haven't forgotten the promised recipes.. I'm being a bit less slapdash and I'm  making sure I get them written don properly before I even attempt to post them... I don't mind being responsible for culinary disasters in my own life but in yours.... NO!!!







Sunday, 17 November 2013

Creating a backlog....

We hosted an iftar on Thursday...
It was Ashura, so fasting happened in our house on Wednesday and Thursday... and we're fond of feeding folk in our house, so we weren't going to let the opportunity pass without some effort on our part....

So, what was intended to be a quiet, long weekend.. due to school being out on Thursday for the occasion..it actually got fairly busy and disppeared quicker than I wanted it to....

I got a fair bit done though... apart from feeding people I managed to get my leaky storeroom sorted just in time for the rainy season... which doesn't mean that it won't leak it just means we've cleared  enough space for things not to get destroyed...

I also had a super quick shopping trip yesterday on my way to the seamstress and managed to buy some goodness... but that's a whole other post....

Right now, I'm freezing and facing the fact that we're going to have to all move downstairs today because our upstairs has already started to leak and is no longer usable...
We're forcast rain until next Tuesday, and while the rain is badly needed after a long dry summer, it takes it's toll and the move from blisteringly hot to unbearably cold has happened with almost no warning... and it's a shock to the system!

And now I have to run, there is a child to collect from nursery... two more wet schol runs to do before lunch and several more back and forth after....

Oh, and the backlog.... I have a heap of recipes to share but the best I can give you right now are the pics....














Friday, 15 November 2013

Friday Moment...


A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember...



Thursday, 14 November 2013

Every book tells a story...

The myth surrounding me, according to some is that I have it all sewn together on the organisational front;. though those who know me better than that will laugh at the thought of me being in "control".... of anything!

The truth is that I'm slapdash at best and the older I get the less I care about being anything else other than who I already am....

There are objects in my life that will attest to this... my notebook is one of them... in fact there are quite a few of them knocking about the house... somewhere.

it mostly contains well loved and truly tried and tested family recipes... only the good ones make it into this book... but leafing through the pages I also came across family photos, a few knitting/crochet patterns... veg price lists written by my local veg man... old shopping lists...meal plans.... you name it, it's all in there somewhere.

The perfectionist in me sometimes wants to grab a brand new pristine book and rewrite the recipes, but my children have banned me. 
There's something about these stained pages that speaks to them and reminds them of family life.

So I hold back and keep adding to it, knowing that one day they'll come back to these recipes themselves when feeding their own families...

My mother once passed on to me her own hand written cookery book, and I've moved so often in my life that it somehow got lost along the way somewhere. I wish I still had it. It's a connection to the past... a handhold on what is familiar to me. 

These are the treasures that make memories....






Wednesday, 6 November 2013

So, if you HAVE a spare sheeps head knocking about!!


It has quite literally taken me years to feel brave enough to tackle, not only cooking this dish but eating it too....

My first experience with bouzallouf was when I had to pick the meat off a head and feet alone, watched over by a kitchen full of in-laws to see how I would cope.... 

Let's just say, I was thankfully pretty well in control of my gag reflex that day!

Over the years I've got alot braver with the Algerian dishes I choose to cook... tripe is a regular favourite at my table now,  and this year it seemed like an opportunity too good to miss when my mother in law sent me back my slaughtered sheeps head singed and ready to go on the evening of Eid-al-Adha.

So, if you have a sheeps head at your disposal...

Singe the bejiggers out of it, scraping off all the hair as you go along...

If you lack adequate muscle power get someone else to crack the skull for you and then set to, trying to identify which bits are edible and which aren't... if you have an Algerian woman handy then now is a good time to involve her.. I didn't  but no-one laughed at what they found on their dishes so I'm guessing I did ok...

Once youve chopped up all the bits you can eat and scavenged all the skull for meat, put it in a pot with  1/2 tsp cumin,  1/2 tsp black pepper, 1/2 tsp paprika, 1 head of garlic, grated (yes, an entire head!) and 4 soup spoons of oil... cover with water... add a handful of chickpeas and let it come up to the boil and then simmer away until everything has become tender and the sauce has thickened. 

The ony other thing left to do is to season with salt and then brace yourself if you find the thought of eating it a bit of a challenge.

To be honest I made this because my eldest son asked me to. More often than not these days my children ask me to cook the same dishes that their friends are having on high days and holidays.. which means couscous on fridays, stomach and sheeps head on Eid-al-adha,  and my failing I was told yesterday by the frementioned wotsit was NOT cooking Shakhshuka Biskra for Awwal Muharram... the first day of the Islamic New Year... we had Tripe... which clearly wasn't good enough! Sometimes you can't win....

Anyway... the rest of my children were NOT convinced about eating this dish when it was done... and the dh doesn't go for it either... so in an act of solidarity... to prove to the tribe that it was ... erm... delicious, we grabbed some bread.. steeled ourselves and dd22 and I honest, went boldly forth...and, it was blooming gorgeous!

To be honest I was NOT expecting to like it... and I certainly wasn't expecting to enjoy it... and after seeing us tuck in everyone got brave and they all liked it too...

I'll definately make it again if I get the chance... though cholestoral wise it's not a dish I'd reccomend you eat often... but be brave and try, you never know you might surprise yourself.




Monday, 28 October 2013

Cupcakes and Crowns...










Because sometimes all you need is something to fuel the imagination 
and something to feed the hunger...

We had a friend over for tea last week.
A simple pleasure, that keeps us going till the next time round....
It also gives us more than ample excuse to make and devour cake in abundance!

Sunday, 20 October 2013

Life as a learning curve...

I think it's probably true to say that, when you marry you generally try to make at least some compromises in order to accomodate your partner...

And it's probably also fairly true to say that when you marry a North African the compromises can be as far ranging as they are all encompassing.... are you catching my drift?

I have, over the years made alot of concessions for having to live with the eight North Africans that make up my tribe, and I've tried s far as is humanly possible for my children to experience both sides of their mixed culture.

On the whole though, I think their Algerian side is definately more dominant, especially since moving here. Most of the meals we cook are Algerian. The language most spoken in our home is derdja, and the more time we spend living here, the more we become tuned to the cultural norms that make living here so different to living in the UK

In the process, over the years we've been here,  I've had the opportunity to learn alot of new things along the way.. some lessons have been harder to learn than others but I definately feel richer for having had the experience.

Take Eid for instance... 
When we were living in England, slaughtering our own sheep wasn't something we were ever able to do.... and for my first Eid Kabir here in Algeria I really resisted getting my hands dirty and stood well back while all the sheepy things were going on.

That first year, we slaughtered our sheep in my father-in-laws house and my dh's mother and sisters got on with the job alot quicker than they would have done if I had gotten in the  way!

Since then we've slaughtered in our own home, with my dh doing the honours and my two eldest sons and brother-in-law helping to skin and butcher. 

Now, we're so far removed from those early days here when everything made us feel yeukh 
that we feel quietly proud of our achievements.

This year my Bil took our sheeps head away, and much to my surprise bought it back later  the same evening. My Mil having charred for me mashallah.

I don't usually cook the head, in fact I've never cooked a sheeps head!
Although one of my first tasks as a daughter-in-law was to pick the flesh off of a freshly cooked sheeps head alone, with all the other female family members looking on. If you've never pulled the flesh and fat off a warm sheeps head before all I can say is, it's like working with superglue... and if you're not used to the smell of sheep head it can be a little overwhelming.... but I didn't gag... and I passed the test!!

When he opened the tupperware tub and saw the still warm, totally intact head my eldest son got super excited and asked if I was going to cook it!!

And if there's one thing to know about me... if you put a challenge in front of me I'm probably likely to take you up on it...  so, on the third day of Eid... I cooked zileef... !! 

It was a big first for me, and I have to admit after tasting it... I now like it more than I ever thought I would. And another new family tradition is born.

Many of own family traditions are centred on what food we prepare and how we eat them. The preparation aswell, is as important... the conversation, the companionship, and as the Algerians would say.. the ambience...

And with every day , and every milestone we pass, we gather up our own way of doing things, and everything gets overlayed like a crazy patchwork, making our lives bolder and brighter and more colourful.

I know alot of women struggle in relationships where their partners culture and traditions become the driving force. Staying true to yourself in a relationship is sometimes hard enough on it's own, with an other culture thrown into the package it can be an even stormier ride.

I've grown alot through my experiences here, and the Algerian women I've had the good fortune to know, have always been more than happy to share their knowledge, and have been more than generous withtheir hints and tips about how best to get things done. And we've lost the fear we had initially about asking what we thought were "silly" questions. if there's something we don't understand about culturally, we ask. No fear, sometimes slight embarassment but also alot of good humour too.

Embracing another culture, along with it's traditions can be a rich and rewarding experience. If you open yourself up to it's benefits and learn to shrug off the annoyances that sometimes come along with it, it can enhance rather than engulf who you are.

At the very least helping your children to benefit from the best of their mixed cultural heritage is going to allow them to understand themselves better, and that's never a bad thing....