Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts

Saturday, March 05, 2016

Back to the foodture

One thing about being an expat, especially someone who has lived in multiple different cities and countries, is that there’s always something to miss. People, places, languages, culture, but most importantly, food. Depending where I am and my mood, I might be missing the delicious raspberry financiers from my favourite bakery in Tours, Galaxy Counters from the UK, chocolates from Belgium, and a whole host of things from New Zealand. Wandering the aisles of any large supermarket in Europe, you can generally come across at least some of the home treats you’re craving, with the sad exception of anything particularly New Zealandish, which is not big enough of a player to feature in a Brussels supermarket. Hence I came to New Zealand armed with a long (mental) list of things I had to cram in my belly before we left again, a list that just seems to get longer every time I walk into a supermarket or cafĂ©.

But… and here’s the rub - what percentage of the longings is mere nostalgia, and what is based on sheer deliciousness? On a podcast I listen to sometimes, comedian Richard Herring asks “Kettle chips used to taste a lot better - have I changed, or have they?” This is a question I have had occasion to ask myself over the past few days.

If you don’t care about New Zealand classic cuisine of my youth, which you probably don’t, you can bail now. Or, if you’re curious, join me on a journey of culinary (re)discovery. And try not to judge.

Georgie Pie


"Blow before you bite"

Ah, Georgie Pie. Back in the heady days of the 80s and 90s (and 70s, apparently, but I wasn’t around to see it), New Zealand had its own brave fleet of meat pie-based fast food restaurants. It was cruelly crushed by McDonalds, who bought the chain out and closed all its branches. In my absence, McDonalds has brought back the brand, only as a menu item at its normal outlets. I went for a standard mince and cheese, my pie of choice in all circumstances (and one, weirdly enough, they seem not to have in the UK). The crust and oozing yellow liquid cheese were much as I remembered, but the “meat” filling had a disturbing texture, or to be precise, lack of texture, as if someone had pre-chewed the filling and spat it back into the pastry shell. It didn’t taste too bad, but the texture ruined this one for me.

Buzz Bars



Now here is an unqualified success. I had thought that Buzz Bars were no more, since I had asked my mum to bring some over to Europe for me and she told me they weren’t making them anymore. Lies, foul lies and deception! This delicious, thin marshmallow bar covered with honey and a chocolate coating is still going strong and is just as good as I remember. Jules is also now lamentably addicted.

Afghan biscuits



I’m not a huge eater of biscuits, but I’ll always find a little corner for this Kiwi baking classic. Afghans are made with crushed cornflakes and no rising agent, so they have a slightly crunchy, grainy texture which remind me a bit of a French sablon, except way better, obviously. I tried to make a batch one year for Anzac Day, but as with all my attempts at baking in Europe using NZ recipes, it failed, spreading into one giant, crispy burnt mess. Apparently the grade of flour used in Europe is different, or I just suck.

My sad attempt
Jules (and my Mum - strike two) insisted afghans have the texture of cardboard, but they are wrong.

Lamingtons



Another Kiwi dessert treat that did not go down too well with Jules. Basically just a square of sponge cake covered in a mysterious layer of chocolate or raspberry then rolled in coconut (and sometimes filled with whipped cream and a blob of jam). They can be dry, as with all sponge cakes, but the mini one I had was a goodie. According to Wikipedia, they are also popular in Cleveland, where they are called coconut bars, which seems odd. Can anyone confirm?

Fish and chips

(Greasy) fish and chips on the beach at Tairua


NZ fish and chips are the best in the world. Forget that greasy, weirdly battered junk you get in the UK and come to NZ for the good stuff. So far we’ve had snapper and terakihi, which were both firm and flakey and white, just as they should be, covered in a batter which it’s hard to describe without sounding gross, so you’ll just have to believe me that a crispy outside hiding a thick layer of creamy white fat is the only way to go. And delicious fluffy chips, as good as any I’ve had in Belgium. (Did you see Angela Merkel at the famous Brussels friterie Maison Antoine last week? Better than those.)

Whitakers chocolate

Seems legit

I’m aware this list is full of horrible junk food, just bear in mind what I said about not judging, and also that it’s the first time in over 6 years I’ve had most of this stuff. Cadbury also has a large presence in New Zealand, with more varieties available than in its UK home, but Whitakers is the true local player. When I was a kid, they only made the deliciously chunky bars of Peanut Slab and Almond Gold, but they now make a full range of chocolate blocks. We’ve only had Coconut Rough so far, but we’ll be back for more. Definitely on the “still good” list.

Jelly Tip icecream



I’ll admit to being biased here. I had already read complaints online that Jelly Tip - literally a tip of raspberry jelly (Jello) on a vanilla icecream, covered with chocolate, wasn’t what it used to be. So I was perhaps primed to be disappointed. But I found the jelly a pallid imitation of what it used to be, colour-wise, and also not as flavourful as I remembered. The crisp chocolate shell still had the weird mouthfeel of compound chocolate, which I like, but which probably is a nostalgia thing. 

Lisa’s hummus (etc.)



At home, I normally make my own hummus, but here the Lisa’s range is hard to beat, especially because she has such a wide range of delicious hummus (beetroot! basil! caramelised onion!) and other dips (the aubergine and cashew and spinach and feta are especially to die for). These on toast have been my regular breakfast food so far. Definitely in the good list.

Onion dip



This was one of the treats at our family BBQ on the weekend. Take a can of reduced cream (like the stuff you see in Europe, but unsweetened, which I can never find), mix in a packet of dry onion soup mix, and chill. I think you maybe do this in the US too, but for me it’s always been a quintessentially Kiwi party food. Dangerously addictive.

Marmite



Oh, Marmite, you dark seductress. It shouldn’t really be on this list, since I have some in the cupboard back in Brussels, and I haven’t actually eaten any here yet (I bought six large jars to ship home though), but I couldn’t write about New Zealand food without including everyone’s favourite yeast extract. Salty and delicious, and nothing like the abominations of English Marmite or horrible Australian Vegemite. My one true love.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Dye, Gwan, dye!

As you probably know by now (unless you're new round here, in which case, hi!), I grew up in New Zealand, but with British parents. I'm not going to say this represented an epic meeting of two cultures, but there was a certain British flavour to my upbringing that was sometimes different from that of my peers - some of whom had influences from parents from Croatia, or Ireland, or wherever else people who send their kids to Catholic school in NZ are likely to come from, and some of whom had been Kiwis for generations.

One of the things from my youth that I associate specifically with my English background is the comics and children's magazines that seemed to float about my home, provenance unknown. We somehow had stacks of comics and annuals dating back to the 1940s or 1950s (which were littered with racist references to the "Japs", "Bosche" and "Eye-ties", by the way) up to the 80s and 90s, ranging from tales of military derring-do for boys (the aforementioned racist WWII bunch), to the more mainstream antics found in Dandy and Beano (the original home of Dennis the Menace - contemporary with the US version, that is), to magazines specifically for girls, such as Jackie and Bunty. These definitely didn't come directly from the UK via my parents, who had said goodbye to the UK for the last time at some point in the mid?-70s, before I was born, and, other than a short trip by my mum in the early-mid 1980s, didn't go back until the 21st century, but I'm unsure exactly how they got there (help me out, M&D?).

I remember, in particular, one issue of a c. WWII-era annual (Tiger, I think - looking online, this seems to have begun publication in 1957, but I'm quite sure they were still harping on about WWII within its pages) which featured a brave Tommy (British) soldier trapped in a prison cell (probably by some nefarious German) who was saved, of all things, by a trained penguin with a key in his beak. Even as a child, I thought that was ridiculous.

Anyway, you'll be surprised to learn there is a point to this trip down Memory Lane to Magazines Past, and the point is that often, especially (to my recollection) in 1980s girls' magazines, they would feature "photo stories", which were often quite comical. Were these something that were found all over the world in the 1980s, or were they specific to British magazines? I certainly don't remember any equivalents from New Zealand. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, here's an example from the 1980s starring none other than a young Hugh Grant:


And so, when I decided to dye my hair for the first time since I was 14 (and even then, I only did it once), I thought I'd liven up a - let's face it - pretty mundane activity by presenting it to you in (an approximation of) photo story format. Please to be ignoring continuity errors, photos of me without makeup, and the mess behind me in the kitchen. Et voilĂ  (PS this was a lot of wine-fuelled fun!) Click on the photos to enlarge if you can't read the captions:


ALERT! ALERT! Naked Gwan in 5...


4...


3...


2...


1...
I hate to break character, but I think I have dye on my forehead for the next few photos. Just so you know.

I know it should be "turbAnator", but I forgot which steps I went through to get this particular effect with the image editing software and there you go, I'm sacrificing spelling for aesthetics, a dark day for us all

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Things that make you go vroom

On Tuesday, I suffered what could be described as a comedic mishap. Well, if you're a sadist. I was cooking pasta with my laptop in a convenient and sensible location next to the sink, so I could catch up with The Daily Show as I cooked. I was obviously a bit clumsy with taking the pot of pasta off the stove, because I managed to spill boiling water down my front, and then had the reflex action of thrusting the pot away from me into the sink and splashing my laptop with water too. Now, it's not quite as bad as it sounds - I have an angry red welt about the size of the palm of my hand on my stomach and not that much water got on the laptop. In fact, although I did react straight away to wipe the water off, I at first thought it was fine, since the video kept playing and everything stemmed normal. Maybe that was dumb, but I've had the odd spill before with no dire consequences, so it was only when, a short time later, I tried to type something that I realised the keyboard was fried. Several days later, the keyboard is still on the fritz. Other things kind of work, but you'll get weird reactions like windows opening and closing over and over, so it's not really useable.

Naturally enough, I went hunting for the receipt for this thing costing hundreds of euros which I only bought back in April and couldn't find it. A receipt for my broken nano which I bought over three years and three moves ago in new Zealand? That I have. So anyway, I went down to the place and they reckon they should be able to find it for me. Obviously that kind of thing isn't under warranty, but I'm hoping my insurance will do something - or more likely, tell me that the excess would be more than the repair. I wouldn't know, since I emailed them and obviously in France people don't do crazy things like replying to their customers.

Anyway, I'm typing this out laboriously on my iPad (yay iPad), so I'll wrap things up with an explanation of the title. Today is the three-year anniversary of my move to Europe! I left NZ on the 09/09/09, so it's easy to remember. Of course, time zones and 27-hour plane trips being what they are, I didn't actually arrive in Europe until the 10th, and then I spent a couple of weeks intially before arriving in Nice around the 27th of September, methinks.

And (I'm getting there, I promise) the reason for my flying to Milan was to go watch my first live Formula One race. Some of you may be aware that I'm a huge F1 (car racing) fan. I try not to go on too much about it on the blog, as I know it will bore the pants off everyone, but if you follow me on twitter, that's where you can go for pants-removing F1 chat every couple of weeks or so.

F1 races are always on a Sunday, which was not the 9th, obviously, in 2009, but this year the Italian GP is on my Europeversary, which I thought was a nice little coincidence. So without further ado, I invite you to take a wee walk down memory lane with some photos, videos and stories from Milan, monza, and the exciting (honestly) world of formula one. It's really hard to understand just how fast, loud and exciting F1 cars are in real life even if you are a fan, so i dont know if this will convey any of that, but it will give you a little taste perhaps. Just FYI, again, F1 cars are crazy loud, so I suggest adjusting your volume if you watch any of the vids.

Photos of Milan and at the track:
http://gwannelsandiego.blogspot.fr/2009/09/photos.html 
http://gwannelsandiego.blogspot.fr/2009/09/more-photos-and-below.html

Videos of the cars in action:
http://gwannelsandiego.blogspot.fr/2009/09/videos-i-hope.html 
http://gwannelsandiego.blogspot.fr/2009/09/race-video.html 
http://gwannelsandiego.blogspot.fr/2009/09/race-video-last-one-i-promise.html 

And a super long account of our time in Milan and at the race. FYI, every time I go on about watching "quail", it should be "quali" i.e. the qualifying session before the race. I am not that interested in quail:
http://gwannelsandiego.blogspot.fr/2009/09/milan.html 

PS So many people read and seemed to enjoy my last post, probably largely to Mary Kay tweeting/linking it, so big thanks to her and welcome if any new readers decided to stick around! Probably not, since I cunningly followed it up by not blogging for over a week and then posting a rehash of old blog posts on a niche subject, but hey...

PPS I wrote this in advance, and I think now my laptop has pulled a Lazarus and come back to life! Hallelujah!