Gosh, this blog has been dormant for so long that I’ve almost forgotten it exists. However, Ailsa’s challenge this week is “cook“… and her photos reminded me that she missed the South African angle. So, I’ll throw in a wee gallery to assist… past braais, past pleasure… great memories!!
Who could deny that an outdoors braai is way better than an indoors oven roast? Well, some may say you’d better do it outdoors otherwise you’ll burn the house down and to be honest, there’s most certainly a grain of truth in that line of thought. However, apart from protecting the roof over one’s head the food just tastes about 327.3975% better!
I’ve had a craving for Nando’s for a while now. We do have a franchise a few miles away but I’m never there so my craving remains… until you find a recipe to make your own. So, the internet’s box of tricks again came up with the goods. Do click here to see the recipe I based my makings on.
I had a bright moment and part cooked the chicken on the braai in the foil tubs (covered with foil). This meant the pieces were evenly cooked through so they didn’t need too much fiddling on the hot coals!!
- when I do this recipe again I’ll have the pieces smaller and won’t part cook them quite as long at this time
- I’ll make the hot mix hotter… there was too little Tabasco and chilly in this mix!
- as always… try and marinade the meat as long as possible… in this case 24 hours would have been better than the 15 I had at my disposal…
Well, actually we had 2 braai’s… one on Friday night and one on Saturday evening for the family that couldn’t make it on Friday. As it’s always a bit of an issue when one braai’s for many folk, who bring their own meat, it’s difficult to get the evening synchronised. So, to get the ball rolling, we did chicken wings and cocktail sausages for starters. The birthday boy requested steak and marinated pork belly ribs so that followed the starters. Fortunately, most folk brought steak and chicken so it made life easier. I do notice that there’s no photo of the ribs… believe me, they went a long way to filling the grid on their own!
Later in the evening the lad had to blow out the candles!!
On Saturday evening the main course was pork chops, another of the birthday boy’s favourites. The pic shows some of the mix and match again… the ever popular spicy wings and porkies for snacks along with beef burgers for the kids. To the right of the picture are 2 beef kebabs… for birthday boy’s expecting sister. Just to the left of the kebabs are 3 large chicken breasts marinated in a Caribbean sauce, specially for birthday boy’s sister’s partner. Then some of the pork chops in their initial stages of browning…
Believe me when I say we all enjoyed the fun! Thanks to everyone for a very memorable weekend! Thanks too the GLW for all her help!!
PS – No, we ate balanced meals… veggies, potato bake, bread, salad… even cake for dessert! We’re more Paleo that carnivore, that I promise!
OK… before you shout at me… cutlets, that’s what we used to call leg of lamb chops back in the old country… well, that’s what I think we used to call them. So, if you do a Big G search for lamb cutlets you see the images of the cuts with the ribs sticking out. Rather search “leg of lamb chops” to see what I’m really on about… or, be patient and read on. OK… back to the tale.
I think you’ll have to agree with me when I say lamb on the braai is special. Yep, so special that we often enjoy lamb ribs done on the coals. There’s an extra fun element to the ribs… well, as my GLW usually adds… it may be a little barbaric. And therein lies a wee problem. My GLW doesn’t enjoy the primeval. This got me thinking… why not ask Esquire Ryan, our main meat man, to mutilate a leg of lamb? Cut it into chops? He looked at me as if I sported at least four heads… one pig, one sheep, one bull and maybe even one snake.
The good man was heard to be mumbling something along the lines of sacrebleu as he went noisily about ransacking his cold-room! I have to qualify one thing… JR is a purest! He doesn’t have one of those “meat master” band-saw type of machines in his shop… all knife and saw, our JR. Maybe that’s why he’s not prone to selling leg of lamb all cut up but then, he shouldn’t be all cut up because I wanted a leg cut up… or should he?
Phew… writing recipes is hard work. I’ve not managed to progress past the butcher’s and I’ve already managed almost 300 words! Imagine if I was paid per word. OK, I’m not… so let me get on with proceedings. As I said in the distant past when this post began, I wanted the good lady and grand dad to enjoy their lamb as well… in a more sophisticated manner. However, I wanted the best possible cut… minimum bone, maximum flavour and succulence.That’s why I asked Esq JR to do his mutilation.
Right, the recipe. As is my norm, a bit of Big G searching usually gets me pointed in some sort of direction. I searched “apple and lamb” and was soon rewarded with this recipe. It needed tweaking, I decided. Why, well… I don’t like curry but I like spicy. Secondly, there was no mention of garlic… tragic in any man’s culinary world… well, some ladies are fond of the herb as well. One such lady is the GLW, so garlic is a must.
I wasn’t sure about the sugar but thought I have nothing to lose. I wasn’t sure about anything really but if you’ve been visiting this blog you’ll know I’m never too shy or sanctimonious to try something new. A few other things the recipe doesn’t mention… apples and cider. Yep, I have looooong believed that if the two go so well with me then they must go well with lamb. Something like steak and a splosh of good red grape cordial.
- One red onion, chopped finely
- Garlic, as much as you desire, remembering not to overpower the lamb
- One chopped hot chilli… or two if you so feel
- Two smallish Granny Smith apples, quartered and grated
- My mix of spice (coriander, black pepper, cloves)
- Dry powder ginger (I didn’t have fresh stuff on hand)
- One cup apple juice
- One cup cider… apple cider, not that other imitation stuff
- Half cup olive oil
- Dry herbs of your choice and to your taste… thyme, rosemary, the stuff that goes with lamb
- Rock salt ground, to taste
- Half cup soft brown sugar
- Two lemons, one squeezed into the marinade, the other for using while you braai
- A bit of time and effort… not forgetting a slurp or three of cider
Tip: Leave the skin on the apple, you can actually grate the flesh out of the peel without managing to make messy red stains all over the apples!
Gosh, that’s now taken the word count well over 650 and I’ve not showed you a photo yet! Let’s remedy that…
Mind you, I’m prone to forget adding things when I take the photos… usually I’m so engrossed in supping the refreshments… sorry, preparing the ingredients that I snap without too much thought.
Grand… now you can at least get an idea of what goes in… sans lemons and sugar. You’ll have to look carefully to spot the cider, but then… this is a family show so we shouldn’t lead the youngsters astray.
At some point the fire needs lighting. Usually Junior Son takes care of that aspect so when he was away playing a Friday evening game of cricket I had to multi-task. As mentioned, I miss adding ingredients when modeling the photos and so do I miss showing all the stages so, now you’re going to see what it looked like once the chops were snugly soothed by the completed marinade…
… yes, I know what you’re thinking… surely nothing good can arise from that concoction! Wrong!
Eventually, we arrive at the point of truth… the braai. At this juncture I’ll suggest you scroll down to the photo in the previous post where you see the large green thing providing shelter… yes, seemingly the Celtic weather fairies were not too pleased that I was at my favorite pastime again. Just look-see at this sky… you’d have to agree.
I purposely used the roof and chimney as reference when I took the photo because otherwise folk may think this image is CG! No, it’s not!
Right… now will follow very few words and a sequence… oh, make that a wee gallery, of the braai…
After all those words… here’s a look at the end result! Soon we’ll have to get our hands on those large, elongated restaurant plates…
If you’re wondering about the very pale potato salad… shop special as this whole process happened on a Friday evening after work… we ate after nine… yep, I was still standing in the butchers at about five.
So, the moral of the story?
- The marinade is great, do try and make it the evening before and get the flavours to really infuse! (Gosh, I’m starting to sound as pompous as that Oliver fella…)
- How about a de-boned leg of lamb?
- The original recipe suggests using the left over marinade to make a sauce… yep, that’s happening next time!
- Don’t be too holy about the cut… it will all be good, even in the oven, me thinks! Slow roast in the darkest days of winter? Yep!!
- No, the ribs got a separate treatment… but more of that later…
Finally, as I occasionally use Hemingway#s wise words when writing on the other blog… why not leave you with the thoughts of another of my hero’s… the inimitable Sir Keith Floyd,
“I apparently said that celebrity cooks are so up their own bottoms that they do not realise that food should be fun, not a station waiting for a train to arrive to take them to a destination to learn how to cook”
For a great Floyd read… do click here!
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a tribe who never stooped so low as to throw patties onto the coals. Well, they were misguided… some of the time. There are many other tribes across the world who specialise in the art of throwing said patties onto the coals.
Now… by definition there is a distinct excuse for the first mentioned tribe. They will freely admit that there is nothing wrong with said art of patties on the coals… they qualify the practice by saying when you do partake in the activity then you must call what you’re doing a… wait for it, a…
On the other hand, the Saffer tribe will claim that you are not allowed to braai burger patties. It is tribal tradition to do all sorts of meat and even vegetables on the braai but never are you allowed to do porkers and burgers on the braai.
OK, so what am I trying to say. Yesterday I broke the tradition. We inaugurated the 44 gallon drum braai by placing said patties on the coals. I will qualify, let’s just say it was a bit of cross cultural interaction. I will further qualify by saying this batch of patties was special. Real beef, made by a caring butcher.
And in that lies the justification for doing burgers on the braai. Not one of the patties broke asunder or turned to leather. Each and every one of them turned out as one would expect to find in the best burger joints… succulent and tasty! Yes, I did devour one… pity I only managed to get my hands on the last one for I tell you… the next time Fergie Lover pitches up with another batch of burgers I will gleefully slap them on the coals again…
I will add… there was much other meat on the braai as well… steak, lamb ribs, chicken wings, pork chops…
Yes, I know I’m still owing part two of the ribs in tomato sauce braai but as today is Junior Son’s 18th birthday I’ll show you the lad putting the finishing touches to the braai in his honour last night. Steak and ribs… really stepping out, we were!
Turn… don’t burn!!
It’s HOT me pappy… it’s hot!!
Yes my so… that’s life! 😉