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Plum and Apricot Tart

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It has now been just over two months since our new oven was installed and I have been happily rediscovering all manner of dishes that used to be in regular rotation in my kitchen.  Almond crescents, baked vegetables, grilled cheese on toast – even a roast chicken despite the warm Brisbane summer.  Making these old favourites has been a bit like hanging out with old friends: trading remember-when’s invokes a comfortable familiarity as you remember all over again just how much you love them.

I made this tart many times when we lived in New Zealand, mostly in autumn and mostly with apples.  The last time I made it was shortly before we left New Zealand, so it must have been late March 2011.  I remember that it was Ann’s birthday and I decided to make an apple tart to take along as my contribution to her potluck dinner party.  By that stage our preparations for leaving the country were in full swing and we had emptied the house of all but our most necessary belongings.  While I still had Nana’s old food processor in the cupboard, the rolling pin had gone – probably as part of the bulk lot of kitchenware that we sold on Trade Me.  It wasn’t until I was ready to roll out my pastry dough that I remembered this small detail…fortunately, a clean beer bottle made an acceptable substitute.  That’s kiwi ingenuity for you.

Last weekend we had some good friends over for lunch and I wanted something simple and summery to round out lunch before we headed to the California Design exhibition at the Queensland Art Gallery.  This lovely light tart seemed like the perfect option.  It gave me an excuse to see how the oven handled pastry, and we had some apricots and plums hanging about that were threatening to become overripe.

The full quantity of shortcrust pastry makes enough for 8 servings, so for our lunch of four I only used half the quantity, stowing the other half in the freezer to use at a later time.  The recipe produces a delicately crisp and buttery crust, and it comes together in about five minutes if you use a food processor.  You could use the pastry to line a pie dish I suppose, but I rather like the rustic, freeform version and therefore that is what I always do.  In the past I have sometimes applied a layer of frangipane under the fruit for an added dimension of flavour, but most of the time I find that fruit alone is sufficient, provided it is ripe and flavourful.  A scattering of raw sugar over the top never hurts, and is particularly important if you use stone fruit which tends to become more acidic as it bakes.  

The finished version always looks like you’ve gone to a lot of trouble, but honestly, it’s such a simple recipe.  If you have pastry hanging out in your freezer, it’s as simple as roll the thawed pastry, scatter the fruit and sugar, gather up the pastry edges, and slide it into the oven. Beautiful.

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Plum and Apricot Tart

Tart concept: Chez Pim; shortcrust pastry: Orangette

For the shortcrust pastry:
4 Tbsp ice-cold water, plus more as needed
¾ tsp apple cider vinegar or white wine vinegar
1 ½ cups plain flour
1 Tbsp sugar
¾ tsp salt
130 grams cold unsalted butter, cut into cubes

For the filling (halve this quantity of fruit if you are only using half the pastry):
1 kilo of fruit (apples, pears, stone fruit and figs all work well)
2-4 Tbsp raw sugar, or more, to taste
Icing sugar, for dusting

Combine the flour, sugar and salt in the bowl of a food processor and pulse briefly to mix together. Add the cubed butter and pulse until the mixture looks like big, coarse breadcrumbs. Combine the iced water and vinegar in a small bowl. With the food processor running, slowly add the water-vinegar mixture, stopping as soon as the pastry starts to form large clumps. Remove the lid, take a small handful and squeeze – if it holds together without being sticky it is perfect. If it is still too dry, add a little more iced water.

Tip the pastry onto a clean bench or board and gather the shreds gently together into a ball, then flatten into a disk about the size of a saucer. Place the pastry on a sheet of plastic wrap and wrap it tightly, using the plastic to help smooth out any cracks. Chill in the fridge for at least two hours.

Preheat the oven to 200°C/390°F. Wash and slice your chosen fruit and set to one side. Take the pastry out of the fridge. If you only intend to use half the pastry, cut it in two at this point, re-wrapping one half and stowing it in the freezer where it will be perfectly happy for up to a month (thaw slowly in the fridge overnight before using). Roll out the pastry to the thickness of your liking – about 2mm thick produces a delicate, crisp crust, but by all means go for a thicker, more toothsome crust if you prefer.

Scatter roughly or artfully arrange the fruit, leaving about an inch and a half of pastry around the outer edge. I could have done with a couple more plums to fill in the gaps of my tart, but a handful of frozen berries ended up doing the job nicely. Sprinkle the fruit with raw sugar using your judgement: sweet apples should need a light dusting only, while stone fruit benefits from more. Fold over the edges of the pastry and sprinkle a little more sugar along the edges.  Slide into the oven and bake for about 30-40 minutes or until the pastry is golden brown. Let the tart cool a little and serve it warm or at room temperature with a liberal dusting of icing sugar, and decadent creme fraiche if you so desire.

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Hunter Valley for Christmas

Spending Christmas alone, just the two of you, is an indulgence – there is no one to please but yourself.  We wanted to go away somewhere new, have a little road trip and see a bit more  of this vast country.  The Hunter Valley seemed far enough away that it would feel fully away, and the promise of delicious local wine, and a cosy cottage tracked down by Colin sealed the deal.

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We broke up the trip, staying at Coff’s Harbour (above) for the first night before continuing south. On arriving at Stonehurst Cedar Creek winery, we found our rustic cottage, cracked open a bottle of their vintage bubbles, fried up a steak, and soaked in the view looking down over the shiraz vineyard and across the valley.  The whole place oozed pastoral utopia in the best possible way.  The paddock directly below the cottage was home to a herd of dusky cattle that drifted by from time to time; chewing, checking us out, calling to each other, being beautiful creatures.  Yes, we are deprived city dwellers…but then again, that sound that cows make as they rip off mouthfuls of grass, the heavy rush of breath in and out…ahhh, ok, definitely deprived!

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We were up early on Christmas Eve to meet Zac from Two Fat Blokes wine tours, a company that focuses on small, boutique wineries that only sell direct from their cellar doors.  Along with three other couples, we embarked on a fantastic all-day tour, visiting Mistletoe, Calais Estate and Peterson Champagne House wineries, as well as cheese tasting at the new TFB deli, wine and chocolate tasting at The Garden Cellars, and finishing at Potter’s Brewery for a beer tasting.  We had never been on a wine tour before and we found it to be a very educational experience!  No seriously, it really did provide the perfect opportunity to deepen our wine knowledge, as we compared and contrasted a different wine types and styles.  The Hunter is known for producing the best semillon in the world (its my new favourite white) but all of the wineries produced a wide variety of wines in addition to semillon.  Standouts included Mistletoe’s 2013 semillon range, a Fume Blanc at Peterson’s that tasted of tomatoes and lettuce and a 2006 Reserve Chardonnay at Calais.

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Christmas Day was cool, rainy and quiet, and after a flurry of present-opening and cooking that breakfast, we settled in for a day of relaxation, reading, and more cow-gazing.

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On Boxing Day the Hunter came alive once again, and we headed out for a bit more wine tasting, stopping into Gundog Estate (amazing rose and off-dry semillon), Pokolbin Brothers for moscato you could bathe in, and the legendary Roberts restaurant for a late lunch of chilli- and lemongrass-spiked spanner crab pasta.

At Pokolbin Brothers WinesPokolbin Brothers Wines and Roberts restaurant
On our final morning we ate leftovers for breakfast, packed up and said goodbye to the cottage and cows, stopped into the Stonehurst cellar for one last taste, then hit the road.  The journey home was spread over three days.  We spent a night at Lake Cathie, south of Port Macquarie, with Narelle and Brian’s family and discovered the pure joy of bowls (it turns out I’m kind of a natural).  The next day we drove further north to Palm Beach on the southern end of the Gold Coast for another night of festivities with Mike and Sue.  We finally arrived back in Brisbane for a couple of chilled out days at home before heading back to work on the 2nd Jan feeling like we had well and truly Gotten Away From It All.

Last breakfast, sweetcorn fritters with avocado, danish feta and green beans, with smokey Lapsang Souchong tea

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2013: 12 memories

2013 was a big year, on a number of fronts.  Much of the year was devoted to creating our new home – we still have a few things to do, but it’s becoming what we want it to be.  My year at work was crazy, with a long period of uncertainty following a restructure.  It was also a fairly big year for travel, as this post will reveal, and there were a multitude of other happenings, both positive and challenging that punctuated 2013.  I was tired by the time that Christmas rolled around, but I also knew that I am more resilient than I used to be.  We miss our home still, but Australia has been a good move for us.  It’s funny to think back to when we first arrived, how we said that we would only stay for three or four years.  It’s been two and a half years already, and we still have so much that we want to do!  2014 is going to be a great year, I can feel it in my bones…

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January: In January Colin was recovering from a ruptured bicep and the surgery required to reattach it.  This injury is why I was driving the car during a mid-January day-trip to Boonah – the day that we decided to seriously start looking for a property to buy.  We found the perfect apartment a few days later and decided that our short search was over.  Our offer was accepted, and the very next day we flew to Perth to see Colin’s family.  Slightly stunned with the speed of it all, Perth felt like four days of celebration, with this sunset seen from Gooseberry Hill, the equivalent of fireworks and champagne.

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February: February was the month of shopping.  One consequence of bringing only eight cartons of possessions with us from New Zealand and living in a furnished apartment for a year was that we needed to buy almost everything to set up our new home.  It is astounding what it takes to set up a house from scratch, and we couldn’t help feeling the odd twinge as our old life, barely burdened by materiality, slipped from us with every swipe of the debit card.  Moving also meant saying goodbye to Colin’s custom Night Train as our new apartment came with a car space only, a pain not felt for too long, since he soon discovered that he could rebuild a Sportster in the space between the wall and the car, using the boot of the car as a toolbox.

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March: March was for nesting, and for pinching myself every time I woke up to the sun streaming into the lounge.  With the expert help of Peter at Matt Blatt New Farm, we embraced a retro vibe, choosing a palette of dark brown, charcoal and burnt orange with flecks of mossy green.  I started visiting local op-shops and antique stores on a weekly basis, seeking out little relics of the 60s and 70s, such as brown glass tumblers just like Nana used to have, pottery mugs, and a serving platter in the shape of three sunflowers.  Amidst all the shiny and new in the apartment, these slightly battered bits of nostalgia add a much needed homey touch.

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April: In early April we did a three-day road trip to Rockhampton while our kitchen was being painted, staying the first night at Hervey Bay, the second at Yeppoon, and the third at Agnes Water.  Unfortunately the weather was horrendously bad, with Yeppoon in particular experiencing such a gale that the windows kept up a constant rattle all night.  The weather began to clear during our last evening at Agnes Water and we were able to take a long walk on the beach (see photo above) – much needed after nearly three days cooped up in the car and in hotels.  On arriving back in Brisbane we discovered a disaster in the kitchen (for the full story, see here), which is finally, thankfully, being rectified.

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May: In May I got a new camera and spent the month revelling in the clarity of light and jewel-like tones it produces.  This photo was taken part-way through building a winter salad of crisp persimmon, raw beetroot, avocado and mint.  It was delicious later, eaten with a mild chèvre and grainy bread spread with tapenade.   In May I also had a trip to Sydney for work, finally getting to see a little of the city.

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June: By June we were beginning to relax.  Weekends became more about enjoying our new space rather than trawling through eBay or roaming the aisles of Bunnings.  We started to spend more time outside, listening to bands at the Valley markets, going for long walks around the area, and frequenting local cafes.  This photo is of my favourite winter breakfast at Flamingo; homemade baked beans over spinach and parmesan toast, topped with a fried egg.  In June we also attended our first Australian wedding (Katy and Jason’s).  You know you have integrated when you started getting wedding invitations!

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July: In July we took a week off work and flew up to beautiful and balmy Cairns.  We did a Barrier Reef snorkelling trip, went hot air ballooning in Mareeba, spent a day exploring the Atherton Tablelands, and another up in Port Douglas.  It was lucky that I had a break away, as a few days after returning to work I had a whirlwind trip to Melbourne, then found myself appointed to “higher duties”, aka acting for our team manager until the role could be filled.  With not a shred of management experience under my belt I found myself managing a team of 25 people for two and a half months.  Oh, and without backfill for my existing role.  Did I say that 2013 was challenging? 

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August: By late August weekends were taking on new significance as recovery time from long hours at work and an aching neck and back.  Yoga classes, massages, sessions in the steam room, and sleep were top of my list, with the occasional foray outside into the sunny Brisbane winter.  This photo was taken during a Sunday morning tramp around New Farm after waking up too late to make it to yoga.  August wasn’t all work though, as I did manage to have one amazing and joyful experience at an anti-gravity yoga and acroplay workshop with a group of lovely people.  Hopefully more of that to come in 2014!

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September:  I can’t really remember much of September, as work pressures became all-encompassing.  We did enjoy a visit from Kerri and Stuart and their gorgeous girls, Jorja and Pippa – these guys are the kind of old friends with whom you instantly slip back into place, no matter how long its been since you last hung out.  The annual Riverfire event attracted a huge crowd as usual in late September.  This time around we watched it from Wilson’s Lookout in New Farm, getting a great view of the Story Bridge (photo taken on my iPhone, hence the grainy texture).

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October: October brought relief with our new manager starting work early in the month.  Our annual pilgrimage back to New Zealand was well timed to give me some downtime that was desperately needed.  This trip back was more work than play and we didn’t get to see any of our friends, but we had a great week seeing family, doing a little fishing, and stocking up on our favourite goodies to bring back over the ditch.  This photo was taken at Mum and Dad’s place early in the morning with the sun flooding the bottom paddock.

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November: We were still in New Zealand for early November, and on our second to last day I was able to get out west to Te Henga (Bethells Beach) with Amy, Lucy and Monte.  Bethells is my favourite beach in the world, really, in the whole wide world, and I’m not being merely gushy.  There is something about wild and rugged Bethells, some energy that it holds – everyone can feel it.  In November I also had another work trip to Sydney.  This time Colin flew down on Friday afternoon and we stayed on for the weekend.

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December: One of the highlights of December was a Sunday afternoon cruise courtesy of A Band on Ship, chugging up and down the Brisbane river, listening to the funky sounds of local band We All Want To, drinking cheap gin with Jimmy and Meg, and watching the sun go down over the city.  If it sounds awesome, that’s because it was!  December was of course also the countdown to Christmas and a summer break.  We celebrated Christmas in the Hunter Valley this year, a wonderful trip that was over all too soon, but more on this in a post to come soon…

Thanks all for reading Chez Moi in 2013!  Have a wonderful 2014!

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Christmas Breakfast: Poached Eggs in White Wine

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This year Colin and I embraced our ex-pat status, choosing to spend Christmas day entirely on our own for the first time.  We travelled down to the Hunter Valley wine region, rented a rustic cottage at Cedar Creek Cottages for four nights, toured and tasted with Two Fat Blokes on Christmas Eve, and generally had a marvellous time (more in a post to come).

Christmas morning dawned cool with a delicate rain that continued throughout the day – perfect weather for snuggling down to tackle Kate Grenville’s The Secret River.  Besides opening presents in bed (how indulgent is that!) my only other plan was to follow my recently established Christmas tradition by preparing a special breakfast for the two of us.  Last year’s breakfast was sweet, and while delicious, its richness edged on overkill for us both.  This year I looked for a savoury recipe, and since we were in wine country, I decided on Heidi Swanson’s elegantly simple Poached Eggs in White Wine.

Special breakfasts demand photographs, and I embraced this obligation with such gusto as to take over 90 minutes to prepare the dish, ultimately serving it up stone cold and lacking seasoning.  A clear case of technology and social media gone mad, I mused later, with “record the life to display the life” taking stupid precedence over the life itself.  Not my finest moment but a good reminder nonetheless of the role of blogging, for me, as a leisurely enhancement of being.  I’m clearly a little out of practice, again, (more on that later too), but luckily it was only Colin and I after all.  The two of us expressed wry amusement at my crappy execution (or, in Colin’s case, it was more like “what the?”), ate the eggs anyway because we were so hungry, then left the dirty dishes to moulder in the sink all day long.  Happy Christmas everyone!

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Poached Eggs in White Wine

Adapted from 101 Cookbooks

1 cup dry white wine (I used the fresh and citrusy Stonehurst 2011 Semillon supplied at the cottage)
1 cup water
2 shallots, finely chopped (I could only get red onions, hence the pinkish tinge to my sauce)
1 bay leaf
A few sprigs of fresh thyme (or a pinch of dried)
1/4 teaspoon sea salt
4 large eggs
1 tablespoon salted butter
1 teaspoon flour
Toasted sourdough bread, sliced avocado, and chopped fresh herbs such as parsley or chives, to serve.

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Combine the wine, water, shallots or red onions, bay leaf, thyme, and salt in a large frying pan.  Place over medium-high heat, bring to the boil then boil steadily for five minutes to merge the flavours.  Drop the heat until the water sits at a gentle simmer then poach the eggs until cooked to your liking (barely set yolks for Colin, and just beginning to harden yolks for me).  Remove the eggs to a plate using a slotted spoon, and set to one side.

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Allow the liquid in the pan to continue simmering until there is about 1/2 cup of liquid left.  Strain the liquid into a small saucepan and place over a low heat.  Mash the butter and flour into a paste, then add this to the strained sauce, whisking until smooth and glossy.  Don’t forget to check the seasoning before assembling the eggs.

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If your efficiency is lacking, you may need to give the eggs 20 seconds in the microwave to reheat them if they are cool.  Serve each egg on a piece of toasted bread layered with a few slices of avocado.  Drizzle with a little sauce, sprinkle with your chosen fresh herbs, and try to eat the eggs while they are still hot.

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