Monthly Archives: May 2011

A trio of speedy suppers

These are busy days at Runcible Spoon HQ (more details soon) and, given our lack of freezer space, quick fresh weekday dinners are just the ticket. Here’s what’s been cooking for the last few days – all from fridge to fork in less than thirty minutes. Plenty of time left over for plotting and scheming!

1. Spud, pud and egg

I love potato cakes so much I’ll happily boil up a batch of spuds for mash to make them. They’re a great way of using up leftovers, too – this batch had chopped spring onion, butter, salt, pepper and a dusting of flour added before they went on the pan. With some of Jack McCarthy’s out-of-this-world chocolate black pudding, a poached egg and some mixed leaves alongside, this made for a tasty brunchy dinner. (By the by, Jack – a veritable Willy Wonka of meat – is up for the Sunday Independent’s Food Hero award. He’s got my vote and he could have yours too if you were to text “Hero E” to 51000.)

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Significant birthdays and wooden spoons

A lady should never reveal her age, I know, but for the sake of this post, I’ll let you all in on a little secret. I turned thirty last Saturday and to mark the occasion, Himself organised a swell party. The venue was never in question – anyone who knows us knows how much time we spend at L. Mulligan. Grocer – and it turns out that he and the lovely ‘Neen of said establishment had been scheming for some months to put together a delicious meal and a few surprises (including some post-dinner Twitter hashtag fun).

One of the starter platters - house-made pickles, chicken liver and Tyrconnell port finish whiskey pate, Jack McCarthy's spiced beef, rare-breed ham hock, pistachio, apricot and chicken terrine, smoked salmon daubed with Connemara whiskey. Plus the obligatory glass of Dark Arts

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Rhubarb, rhubarb

At Sunday teas at my grandmother’s, the first rhubarb tarts of the year would always be set upon with gusto, still warm and sticky from the oven. I’m sure I burned my mouth more than once on the hot fruit filling.

Although I have yet to pluck up the courage to bake rhubarb tarts of my own (mostly due to the aforementioned Pastry Fear and the subsequent likelihood of leakage), I’ve been transforming bunches of lovely ruby stalks in other ways. First up: a batch of rhubarb, cinnamon and brown sugar muffins.

Tea time treats

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