Monday 22 June 2009

and full of vitamin a, too

Busy times, busy eating. But before I can blog any of it, I have a debt to repay.

A while back I offered a carrot hummus recipe I had cooked from a Moro book*, in exchange for the answer to a crossword clue. The clue was guessed, my curiosity satisfied: herewith my repayment.


shopping list:

  • the inevitable left over bag of carrots from your box this week / month (limit to around 800 g)
  • 100g feta

  • a handful of fresh mint

  • virgin olive oil
  • 1 tbsp caraway seeds, roughly bashed about with pestle and mortar

scrub and chop the carrots into small chunks for roasting. toss about in a roasting tin with a fair amount of virgin olive oil, cover with foil and roast gas 6 (200 degrees c) for around an hour until soft. i thought they would take less cooking, but they are surprisingly recalcitrant.

now you should mash this. the gent nobly tried with a masher, then a potato ricer, but the frustration was least, and the puree finest, using a hand-held whizzy thing. i imagine this is what a food mixer / blender was invented for.
incidentally, the stunning geometric-print tea towel you see there was designed and hand-printed by the talented 'flotsam and jetsam'. if you like it, she sells on etsy.

onwards! stir in the bashed up caraway, half the mint torn or chopped, and a good few glugs of virgin oil - 2 or 3 tbsp - and season to taste. mix well, then turn into a shallow bowl or plate.
crumble the feta over; chop or snip the rest of the mint over; dribble with oil so it pools in the nooks.

Eat this lukewarm, when the flavours seem fuller, with toasted pitta to scoop it up. The book has a really beautiful way of preparing the pitta, which really does make a difference. Moreover, the book is amazing and beautiful and you would be mad not to put it on your Christmas list. Amazon have a wish list facility which anyone can find on google and thus know what to buy to win your affection. Top tip for any altruistic stalkers out there.

We now have three bags of carrots chez Roy, so the lucky gent might find this week's theatre picnic is a taste of the Spanish sun. If I were reading this the next statement would make me unbearably sick with jealousy, so I completely understand that you might hate me when I say, with great excitement, that I am going to Moro soon and I absolutely can't wait.

Convoluted sentence over, I'm off to bed to read the Moro cookbooks.



* Casa Moro, published by ebury press.

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