Dry July – with the occasional wet patch

alcohol freeRecently I wrote about our decision to give up alcohol for the duration of July – with a couple of deviations. We’re three weeks in now and amazingly, are doing well.  The first week was difficult – I kept wanting a drink and I have to fess up to occasionally having a small glass of wine.  I put it into a tumbler so that it didn’t really count as drinking.  Then there were those instances when I just wanted a swig.  It was just too tempting to see the bottle in the fridge beckoning me.

The first occasion we imbibed was for a dinner to celebrate July 14.  You just can’t do French food without wine.  Our dinner started early – in fact it was just after mid-day:  Pol Roger champagne and oysters.  From there a Negroni followed by a bottle of Chablis to accompany the Pheasant & pickled walnut terrine and my home pickled vegetables.

Then a bottle of Pinot with the bouillabaisse and somehow in front of me was a glass of Pernod.  I’m one of these people who drink whatever’s put in front of them.  So I drank my Pernod and I’m sure it was topped up.  I think there was a bottle of red as well. I don’t really remember the end of the evening.  But next morning, did I have a headache!  It was a a doozy.  It went on all day, despite taking paracetamol and codeine.  Not good.

Then it was back to not drinking until the weekend.  And again it was one of those evenings where the booze just flowed: Chablis followed by a Pinot and then a fabulous bottle of Penfold’s No 8 and then whisky. I’ve learnt to like whisky (Oban being my favourite) and find that I can put it away at the end of the night. But its not a good thing to do.  Next morning didn’t happen – it was way after lunch by the time we got up from bed.  A long walk was in order and 12k and two hours later I found myself looking forward to getting back to our dry July.

Week three and I’m quite content to be drinking tea, soda water and more tea.  And I’m wondering how long can I do this for.  I suspect that it could be possible to get into a routine whereby I only consumed alcohol on the weekends.  Then again, it could be just when it was a social occasion.  How things can change.

Burns’ supper – a contemporary twist

January 25 is Burns’ Night (the date of Burns’ birth) and tributary suppers are held not just in Scotland but all around the world – wherever there are Scots.  Burns’ Supper was originally started by a group of his friends and acquaintances a few years after his death, to honour his memory.

The menu is iconically traditional with a haggis as the centrepiece.  Burns referred to it as the  ‘great chieftan o’ the puddin’-race’. The  accompaniments to the haggis are neeps and tatties  – turnip and potatoes – served  mashed. Traditionally the haggis is piped in and then addressed – the recitation of a Burns poem called ‘Address to a Haggis’ (go figure).
If there is a large gathering there is an ‘Address to the Lasses’ – which commemorates Burns’ fondness for them.  If a small supper then its usually just the ‘Selkirk Grace’. Essentially its a celebration of plain country food and plan country folk of whom Burns was a champion.

Plain country food in Australia, haggis is not.  Cooking your own haggis is out of the question.  There are a number of butchers scattered around Sydney who make haggis but usually you have to order these in advance or else travel to the ends of the earth (St Mary’s).  Fortunately we found a supplier (Farmer Giles) selling these and other Scottish fare at the Bondi markets.
Hot, hot, hot on Saturday so husband and daughter sent off early to the markets to purchase produce, leaving me to sleep.  Daughter is learning to drive so this was a good opportunity for her to get in some much needed practice hours (otherwise I doubt she would have chosen to embark on that journey).  Unbeknownst to me, having obtained all things necessary at the markets they then went off to the beach for a swim.  I meanwhile sat sweltering in a lounge chair outside reading the digital news.

Haggis is something I absolutely adore.  When we’re in Scotland I take every opportunity to eat it.  Its generally not served at home other than for a Burns’ Supper but many pubs serve it.  I was always on the look out for a pub that had it on its menu.  And while the neeps and tatties might be served in alternative ways, canonically you got a plate with a pile of mashed potatoes, a pile of mashed turnips and a pile of haggis. Not the prettiest looking dish and I constantly wondered why no-one ever did anything different.  But I don’t think the Scots are generally known for their creativity – rather, the word conservative comes to mind.  But I do have to admit that the combination is a very successful one.  However, this being Australia, and me a foodie, I wanted to do something a bit more contemporary and aesthetically pleasing – especially when serving this rather confronting dish to people who had not tried it before (I’m always amazed at people’s reaction to haggis: generally its’yuck!!!!’ with looks of horror and distaste.)

So we searched and found a nice form of presenting this dish:  in a stack with a layer of haggis, a layer of mashed potatoes with spring onion folded thought and then a layer of mashed swedes (nice orange colour) brushed with egg yolk and cooked in the oven and then topped with asparagus tips wrapped in crisp pancetta and served with a whisky cream sauce.

I had one vegetarian guest so I decided that given this dinner centred around a haggis I would have to make a vegetarian haggis for her rather than something entirely different.  I also thought I’d better make a few extra just in case anyone was truly put off by haggis.  The vegetarian version had split peas, barley, chopped onion, garlic, carrot, steel cut oats (which are tiny and coarse) and lots of pepper and freshly ground and toasted allspice.  I was pleased with the end result – it had the same texture and flavour as the haggis (well, almost).  I was also pleased at how much people enjoyed the real thing.  Truly delicious – you just have to not think about what it consists of, but then again, if you don’t mind offal – pate anyone? – then you probably won’t object to haggis.

To start I had champagne and smoked salmon with horseradish and creme fraiche. For entree I made a dish of seared scallops on black pudding discs with a pea and mint puree, drizzled with chilli oil. And for desert, another classical Burns’ supper dish – Cranachan, which is like a trifle with layers of whisky cream, freshly pureed raspberries, toasted oats and flaked almonds and topped with fresh raspberries. Whisky is of course the canonical accompaniament to haggis – it doesn’t go too badly with the desert either – but of course a good red wine is also in order.

So my husband having said grace (see below) and then the address we ate and drank good plain Scottish food and gave Burns not another thought.

Burns’ Selkirk Grace
Some hae meat and cannae eat,
And some can eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit