To Seperate The Yolk From The White

So originally the plan was to make Belgian Waffles, buuut that soon turned to shit when my waffle iron decided to sink before it's maiden voyage, so to speak. In short, this dessert turned into a hastily improvised pancake-esque mess. Fuck it, after a few initial test runs, I actually got some pretty good results!

Here's what ya need to prepare dark, bitter, abrasive waffles (or thick as fuck pancakes):

If, unlike me, your waffle iron is fully operational, pre-heat it. Thats the first thing ya want to do.

Lay out 3 seperate mixing bowls, and divide your ingredients thusly: Sift two cupfuls of plain flour into your first bowl, and then add 2 tsps of baking powder, and a pinch or two of salt.
Next bowl: Crack your eggshells, and using your hand to strain the whites, pour them into the bowl, ensuring that the egg yolk stays in the palm of your hand, and the whites slip through the cracks in your fingers.
Third bowl: drop your four yolks into this bowl. Most recipes I consulted for inspiration/ripping-off used either plain or caster sugar. I decided to go for my own personal favourite, dark muscovado. Whichever sugary goodness you go for, dump 2 tbsps of it into your egg YOLK bowl.
Before you go any further, scoop out 4 tbsps of butter, and put them in a FOURTH bowl (this is getting fucking stupid, I know) and stick this bowl in the microwave for a minute or so to melt the butter.

Take your whisk and beat the absolute hell out of your egg yolk/sugar combo until it resembles a disgusting sludgy mess. Add in your hot melted butter, and two mugs worth of milk. Get beating again. The use of muscovado made this a bit... grainier than most recipes will be, so just really stir it up, and use the face of a spoon to crush all the granules down as much as possible.

Once that's done, pour this mixture into your flour/baking powder bowl, and yeah, you guessed it, get back to beating fuck out of it with that whisk.

This is the part I fucked HATE. If you don't have an electric mixer/whisk thingy, don't even bother attempting this next stage, you'll be there for hours. Use your electric mixer to whip up your egg whites into a frothy, meringue-y substance, until it's pretty much white as a ghost, and solid as a rock.

In the recipes I read in cookbooks, and online, they all describe the next stage as 'folding' your whites into the rest of the mixture. I have no fucking clue what that's supposed to mean, so I interpreted it as best I could, and plopped the whites into the mix in stages, using a ladle to cover each scoop of white with the rest of the mix. I literally had no fucking Idea what I was doing, but I kept doing it regardless.

Once all your white mix is enveloped in dark brown muscovadian goodness, light a fire under your frying pan, and splash some oil in there. Obviously if this was an ACTUAL Belgian waffle recipe, you'd simply pour the mixture into your waffle iron. But, y'know...

While your pan is heating, prepare your 'toppings'. I went for a sliiightly-too-expensive vanilla ice cream, dark morello cherries (why the fuck does nowhere have FRESH cherries this time of year? fuck supermarkets) and dark, slightly bitter, Swiss cooking chocolate. Break off about half the bar of choc, pop it in a bowl and microwave it for 2 minutes until it melts into utter fucking foodporn heaven.

Leave your chocolate to the side for now, and either check on your waffles, or pour your batter into the frying pan. Give it just a minute or so on a high heat for either side, you don't want the batter burning or going flat. Flip it out of the pan (onto the floor on your first attempt if you're me. the ten-second-rule applies here). Apply your toppings in a suitably pretentious fashion, et voila!

If you're surprised by how good this actually tastes, then you'll think you can handle a second portion. Believe me, you can't. Didn't stop me from pushing my ironclad (Steff! I got to use it in a sentence! yesss) stomach to it's absolute limit.

The obligatory, VERY loosely connected to the title/dessert theme, clip that follows features the almighty Jeff Walker. If you don't know what band he fronted, jump off a tall building.

Chilli Con Carnage

For about a year now I've been talking to my mate Luke about the idea of having a proper chilli cook off. We spent hours discussing all the weird, wonderful, bizarre and disgusting stuff we could put into chilli, stuff that would make it so close to inedible, but we'd eat it anyway, no matter how fucking awful it turned out.

About a month ago, after I actually ventured back into society and saw him again, we decided we'd 'set the date' so to speak, and decided on 2nd October. I've spent about 3 nights since we set that date working on my chilli recipe, so I had a pretty universally lovable chilli, with none of the weird ingredients, or even the stuff that some people aren't into, such as kidney beans, red pepper, that sorta stuff. The plan was to use this as a back-up, incase I really did create something so unholy that it rotted someone's stomach lining away.

Anyway, enough bullshit. Here's the fucking epic mass of ingredients:

To feed four people, you're looking at about 1lb of minced beef there. You can also use chunks of steak, in a similar way as you would in a stew, but as you'll learn later this can be tricky to get right.

As with just about every damn thing I make for this blog, this has goddamn fucking red onions in it. I don't know why I keep doing it to myself, or why every damn dish needs onion, but I guarantee if you ever see me cook, I'll be weeping more than a teenage goth when they accidentally stab themselves in the eye with their eyeliner pencil.
So, dice up those motherfucker onions, cut up a couple of small pickled chillies, and very thinly chop your clove of garlic (consult Goodfellas for tips on that one). Set those aside, and grab your red pepper. Decapitate the top of the pepper, and scrape out the seedy innards so none remain. Then divide into sections, slice, and chop it so it has about the same consistency as your onions.
You'll see from the picture above I bought smaller chilli peppers/haloumi/bacon again, you can consult the Mummified Bacon Bomb post on what I did with those.

Once all your veg/chilli is prepared, light a flame under your casserole dish, and pour in about 2 tablespoons worth of sunflower oil. Just for the sheer fun of it, rummage your hands around in your bowl of mince while the dish pre-heats, and imagine you've just killed the animal with your bare hands, and must now skin, gut and strip the edible flesh from it's bones. Yeah, I'm a morbid cunt.

Add the mince into the dish in stages, stirring it, and breaking it up with a big-ass fork so it has a decent consistency, and isn't just a giant clump of flesh. When it has browned nicely, you should have a decent water-y beef stock in your dish. In order to keep this for cooking your veggies in, remove the mince from the casserole using a slotted spoon, and drain any excess liquid back into the dish. Once all your mince is on a side plate, dump in your onions, chillies, garlic, and let that cook, and soften for about ...7 minutes?

Boil up about 800ml of water, as you'll need this to make even more beef stock. Add in a tablespoon of plain flour: this partly determines how thick your sauce will be, so if you fancy something with the consistency of spicey tar, add in as much flour as you like. Once your stock cube has dissolved in your water, mix it in slowly using your stirring fork/spoon/spork/fpoon, and add in a small tin of tomato puree. If you don't have a tin let's say... about 2 tablespoons of puree will do it. Mix this all up for another 5-10 minutes, until it boils.
If you're weird enough, feel free to cackle, speak pidgin-Latin, and pretend you're some sort of culinary Witch/Wizard as you stir this. Yes, I'm that much of a fucking nerd.

When this has started to boil, when there are bubbles rising your cauldron, re-insert your meat. Dodgy turns of phrase aside, keep stirring for about another 5 minutes, so it all develops the same rich iron-brown consistency.

Pop your oven on at about Gas Mark 2, cover your casserole with it's heavy lid, and place it in the oven for around an hour and a half. While this is cooking, you can prepare any sort of side dishes you want to have with this. As I mentioned, I made the Bacon Bombs again: these only take about 25-30 minutes overall.

I doubt any of you will actually try this, but even if you do, I doubt you'll need to go through the next pain-in-the-fuckin'-ass steps as I did. Since for some bizarre reason, we were not having the cook off in my much larger, better equipped kitchen, I had to somehow find a way to transport all of this stuff up to Luke's for the final stages. I won't bore you with the myriad problems I encountered, and the burn marks on my hands as a result, but safe to say it was NOT an easy process.

Upon arrival at the venue for this spicey showdown, I divulged my plan of action to my cookery nemesis. I was to outdo whatever he had to throw at me by splitting my casserole into FOUR smaller bowls, and cooking four different varietys of chilli, each with different ingredients, sides and tastes, so that I would have ALL bases covered. Yeah, I know, I'm a fuckin' genius.

Here are my four varieties:

Chilli 1: The Universal Chilli

• Basic chilli, taken straight from the casserole
• Kidney beans
• No chilli peppers
• No hotsauce
• Served with a side of boiled basmati rice
• Bacon Bombs on the side too

Chilli 2: Nasty Nacho Chilli

• Basic chilli
• Add minimal amount of kidney beans
• Add ONE variety of hotsauce, for extra bite
• Small amount of chopped chilli peppers (seeds removed)
• Served with tortilla chips, sour cream, grated cheese and guacamole

Chilli 3: Ch-Ch-Chilli

• Chilli
• Chocolate
• Cherries

Chilli 4: Nuclear-strength, oesophagus-scarring, colon-rotting CHILLI CON CARNAGE!

• Basic chilli
• Add in a tub of extra chopped red pepper
• Add a chopped chilli, with seeds intact
• Add in lashings of 4 different varieties of hotsauce: Louisiana, Tabasco, Nandos HOT Peri Peri and Dave's Inanity Sauce. Yeah.
• Serve with a warm cerveza, because water is for fuckin' pussies

Incase you're not as hip to hotsauce as I am, may I present:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave%27s_Insanity_Sauce

Basically, using these four weapons of choice, I fucking annhilated the competition. Not that there was much.

Luke had decided to go for the rather bizarre combination of using beef steak chunks, and instead of beef stock, he used a pint of Dark Chocolate Stout beer, by Brooklyn Brewery.  He also slow-cooked it the night before, for far too long, as he thought that would tenderise the beef? The boy ain't right.

His own sister charmingly described his chilli as looking like 'when you take a shit when you're hungover'. So ladylike. But yeah, it really did:

As much as I enjoyed making all of this stuff, and as amazing as it all tasted (no ego, it seriously was damn good!), it was kinda spoiled by the fact that only 2 other guys showed up, and they had both eaten already, despite the fact they knew we were cooking for them.

I also got called gay for having a food blog. The great Steve Hughes says it better than I ever could:



Cookery nerd for life, no surrender.