Undying Love

We got very bored on boxing day so we made a film.

Undying Love from Rachel Cockerell on Vimeo.

Somerset and more Living Art

Hylas & The Nymphs - J.W. Waterhouse

 Izzy bringing some lifebuoys which we are all sitting on underwater in the picture - it was too deep for us to stand and it is surprisingly hard to stay that elevated above the surface.

Street Art

Some photos taken around Ravenscourt park on a wet spring day.

Marbled Eggs

Use a candle to drip wax crayons onto blown eggs, then run the colours together. You could use quails' eggs and put them on Easter Bonnets, or use ping pong balls and make the solar system - orange and white for Jupiter, blue and green for Earth etc.

Also you should probably follow our cat on Instagram

-- Rachel

Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes.

LIVING ART

In our family, holidays are not for  - shudder - activities. Holidays are for relaxing. Ours is not the kind of  family that gets up at the crack of dawn for a hiking expedition followed by a spot of sightseeing. Instead, we prefer to immerse ourselves in Spanish culture by keeping to the Spanish hours -- that is, sleep all afternoon and stay up all night eating and drinking. Siesta is such a beautiful word, so full of lazy promise. I may call my first child Siesta. 

Sometimes, though, us kids get bored, infernally bored of creeping about our comatose parents. Reclining like the Romans and eating calamari in a haze of tinto de verano has it perks, but for the restless, shiftless London girl the novelty quickly fades.

It was somewhat counter-intuitive, then, when this summer's annual Mallorcan holiday turned into a hotbed of activity. We became obsessed with a new project, which we called 'Living Art'.

 It all started last year at the National Gallery's Leonardo DaVinci exhibition, when we noticed a striking resemblance between Cecilia Gallerani's ermine and Alice's new puppy, Inca. Inca frequently gets called the 'white rat' by those who are less taken by her. But we would argue that she looks more like a stoat, or indeed an ermine, for she is a cultured kind of dog.  

Then in the spring we came across David Hockney's 1972  piece Pool with Two Figures, part of a series of paintings by the artist involving swimming pools. This particular pool, however, looks exactly, spookily like the Mallorcan pool we spend so much time lying around. 

 It was another sign: the Californian swimming pool and the mountains in the background were so similar to the ones we knew. We flipped the mountains around using Photoshop, but otherwise everything is completely staged by us -- I told you we got bored. We sourced the brown shoes and white trousers in the market, and found the orange jacket languishing in one of the moth eaten cupboards in the old villa. 

I was cast as the man in the water and my 14-year-old sister Claudia as the man in the orange jacket, and my other sisters Rachel and Alice were creative directors. It took about fifteen minutes to get the perfect shot during which time I had to float underwater with strict instructions not to come up. Considering I nearly drowned and got hypothermia in the unheated pool in early spring, its fair to say we got slightly engrossed and overtly serious about the whole thing, which had started of as a joke and quickly became an obsessive 'project'. Much to the bewilderment of the other guests staying at the villa.

 And a few months ago we learned that a friend of a friend showed it to David Hockney, the man and muse himself!

We framed it and gave it to our dad for his birthday. I think he is still fairly bewildered.

Our cat Pushkin attempted some Living Art of his own:

It all was to lead up to our Magnum Opus, Dejeuner sur L'Herbe. Which really sums up, in a painting, how we feel at the end of two weeks of eating and drinking, with no clothes on. Stiff, bored, slightly overweight. We are all quite swarthy in skin tone, so had to enlist our friend and collaborator, Verity, to be the ivory-skinned muse.

My Photoshop skills have greatly improved since then, so I will admit this piece is subject to more than a little bit of savvy doctoring. But we are nonetheless pretty satisfied with the result. Now the summer's over - onto projects new. Oh, and, here are some (in our opinion pretty inferior) attempts that other people have done, although they are nonetheless entertaining.

--Isobel

Chicken & Green Stuff Risotto

This recipe, as you may have guessed, combines the classic risotto primavera's lightness and Summeriness (well, technically Springiness) with the creaminess and strength of flavour of chicken risotto. And you'll see from the ingredients list that it's pretty healthy, unlike some risotto recipes that use heaps of butter.

The recipe calls for carnaroli rice, not arborio. Used for risotto in most regions of Italy, carnaroli is hailed as the king of Italian rices for producing a risotto unrivalled in its creaminess, but at the same time lighter and looser than most other risotto rices. The grains are shorter and fatter than arborio, resulting in a soft - but not too mushy - risotto. It is available to buy in large supermarkets, Italian food shops and delicatessens, and it's well worth it.

Ingredients:

1 medium onion

3 ish spring onions

2-3 cloves garlic

250g carnaroli rice (not arborio - see below)

1 small glass white wine

2-3 cubes good chicken stock

250g raw chicken breast fillet

1 bag spinach

A handful of peas, just defrosted

A few leaves of basil

Olive oil

200g parmesan/Grana Padano

Salt and pepper

...and half a lemon. Woops.

Some quick preparation:

Tear the chicken fillets into small pieces.

Half-cook the spinach and then put it in a food processor, blender or hand-blender. 

Chop the onion, spring onion and basil, and crush the garlic.

Coarsely grate the parmesan onto a plate. Save some to put on top. 

Put the chopped onion etc in a large, hot pan with some olive oil (or butter if you prefer). 

In a different pan, bring the chicken stock to a gentle boil. 

Add the torn chicken to the onion pan, then add the rice, then the white wine. Squeeze your half lemon in too.Stir until all the wine has evaporated, then add a little of the chicken stock boiling water and stir for another 5 minutes.

Crush (not mash) the peas and add them to the spinach, to make a chunky puree:

And add this to your rice pan. Now, for the next 15ish minutes, gradually add the chicken stock water (which should be constantly gently boiling) to the rice pan. And do not stop stirring. 

Just when you are about to give up, the rice will suddenly begin to bind with the sauce and become soft and creamy. Now, add the grated parmesan and stir furiously. Now it's your choice when to take the risotto off the heat, depending on whether you prefer al dente or soft. 

To serve, season generously with coarse sea salt, freshly ground pepper, good olive oil and more lemon if you want it. Shave parmesan/Grana Padano on top.

I made some sculptures and took photos of them...

                                                  Click on them to make them bigger.

NEW YORK

I made a film. Don't forget to switch to 720p

- Rachel

Dreen Deuce

Its time for those horrible Ds - Detox, Diet, and (renouncing) Drinking. 

WAAAAAH

It's not going all that well. 

Our family is so god-damn enormous that we're barely finished with Christmas. We had our last Christmas lunch yesterday, Spanish style, on twelfth night. Its quite a relief, actually, that it's over. It's tiring being full all all the time.

This, to my intense relief, is what our first shop of 2013 looks like... 

Not a pig-in-blanket in sight

Now I have to say I don't believe in the word 'detox' as such - eating pomegranates and drinking green tea is not going to magically undo all the damage you've done over the festive period. 

I've read conflicting arguments, but I'm of the belief that there is no food that will detox your body for you -- you have to do it yourself, by eliminating the things that are in fact toxic. 

Those elements in abundance over Christmas are the unholy trinity of fat, sugar and alcohol. I swear, my liver hurts at the mention of booze. 

In place of eliminating all the toxic crap, it makes sense to replace it with things that are kind to your body and complexion. This smoothie tastes as nice as pie. Well, not pie, it really doesn't taste of pie at all but it really doesn't taste all that grassy.

I put in an egg white for lean protein -- I believe in egg yolks, I really do, but they do taste yuck raw, whereas egg white all blended up is invisible and tasteless. Instead, I put in a teaspoon of coconut oil. The egg and coconut oil are important additions - smoothies are notorious for giving you an insulin spike if you're not careful, and the protien and (small amount) of fat in this will knock that on the head a bit. 

Do remember that if you are trying to lose weight, you should think of this as a meal replacement and not a snack. Smoothies are often a dieter's downfall as they allow you to consume alot of calories in a very short space of time. That being said, I tried to use fruit and veg that aren't all that calorific.

I use alot of frozen stuff here because its cheap, seasonal (you always get the best of the season in the freezer and it tends to be British too), and makes the smoothie nice and cold. I would recommend going completely organic, as always, but if you can't fathom it, then at least make sure your egg is organic.

Separated at birth

1 egg white (free range, organic, and very fresh, straight from the fridge - or use that pasteurised one in a carton if you're a seasoned egg white eater) 

1 teaspoon coconut oil, just about melted

4 balls frozen leaf spinach or 3 handfuls fresh

a handful of kale, stalks removed (unless you have a vitamix, in which case leave them stalks in there)

a handful of green grapes

a juicy ripe pear

half a small apple 

coconut water (1 juicebox), or use normal water or diluted fresh apple juice

a thumb sized piece of ginger

frozen strawberries, about a cup or handful

half a lemon

Right. If you have a vitamix, you know what to do. bung it all in there.

For us mere mortals with KitchenAids,  I think it works best to blend the greens and ginger first, then add the apple and pear, blend again, then the strawberries and grapes, blend, then the egg, lemon juice, coconut water and oil. And blend it until its completely smooth and green with no distingishable bits of anything. 

Birthday anti-clubbing

The Birthday Girl herself

Before Christmas my little sister Rachel - commonly known as Roy - turned 18. She hates clubbing so wasn't about to spend her first night as a legal drinker crawling around the sticky dancefloor of Embargo or -god forbid- the brand new Bodo's Schloss which just opened down the road. Not for her a bobsleigh and jumping up and down to Gangham style. Though I admit to me it sounds fairly appealing.

We decided the best thing to celebrate therefore would be to rip all the furniture out of the house, pile it up downstairs and replace it with long trestle tables to seat 25 of her closest friends. She roped me in to do the cooking.

Cooking for 25 people is no joke. It is mass catering. In our boxy kitchen it becomes a logistical nightmare. The solution? Don't involve the stove. Once the stove is involved its all over. You've lost. Give up.

Involve the nice oven and dependable countertops instead - because if you leave them be for a while they wont have an actual hissy fit.

Krells young and old (left-right) surrounded by BOYS BOYS BOYS.

I actually thought the end result was quite elegant, both practically and gastronomically. Though I say so myself.

Slow Roast Pork Shoulder with crackling

You need 2 large pork shoulders for 25 people, I reckon. It doesn't sound like very much, but when there are a lot of people they seem to eat less. We had plentiful leftovers, which I'll get to in another post.

I would also say that, if you can, try and buy some extra pork rind for more crackling. Everyone loves crackling, and your butcher should you have one should be happy to give it to you for next to nothing. Failing that, try Morrisons, strangely enough.

To make good crackling you need salt - sea salt. Either fine or maldon, it doesnt matter. Rub it well into the scored rind and leave it uncovered for as long as you can - an hour is great, 15 minutes is fine. Come back and wipe away the water that has come to the surface of the rind using kitchen towel.

 Now re-salt (not too much) and spice-rub your rind and pork. I always use the same flavours with pork - spicy aniseedy flavours, they just work with the rich meat so well.

A tablespoon of each per shoulder -
Caraway Seeds
Cumin Seeds
Red chilli flakes
Fennel seeds
Pepper

Star Anise (2 per shoulder)
Garlic cloves, bruised if you can be bothered (just throw half a dozen or so in the roasting tray)

I also like to slice up lots of onions and put them under the meat, so that later you have an sauce. And I throw in a lemon and its zest if there's one lying around.

You really don't need any oil.

Put this all in a really hot oven (220-230C) and leave for about 30-40 minutes until the rind has started to blister and crackle. then turn the oven right down to 170C and leave it for ever. 5 hours I did, it could've stayed longer. Baste it occasionally if you want. You really don't need to.

If by the time the five hours is up you feel your crackling could be cracklier, give it another blast at 230. Sometimes I use the grill to do this final blast.

You don't even need to carve this, it should be so meltingly tender that you should only need two forks to pull it apart, and, if you've done your job well, a sledge hammer to break up the crackling. If not a big knife or rolling pin will do.

Then strain off the fat in the pan (there will be alot) and put the oniony juices into big gravy boats, to be spooned over the meat at will.

Table detritus

Now all you need are some salads to go with it - enter the countertop.

Two Attractive Salads

Involve lentils - they are just so nice with pork, ask any Italian. Buy them ready cooked and vacuum packed. (Remember - do not involve the stove). Merchant Gourmet and Waitrose do them, nice puy lentils. Then I added some jarred roasted peppers, drained and chopped up, and some sundried tomatoes, and plenty of herbs - parsley, chives and coriander. If you have the time and patience, chargrill some chopped raddiccio and add it in for some bitterness. Throw in any nuts you have hanging around -- use this opportunity to get rid of all the half empty packets of nuts you have in the cupboard. Then dress it in all lemon or balsamic and a little olive oil. You want a fairly sharp dressing to cut through the richness of the accompanying meat.

One more salad I think -- an aesthetically pleasing one. I did one with Chicory, baby spinach and pomegranate seeds, and some very thinly sliced orange. I dressed it in a mixture of lemon juice, orange juice and walnut oil - I always think olive oil tastes a little funny with fruit.



There you have it - an attractive supper that won't leave you feeling bloated or lethargic. Perhaps thats why the party lasted until five in the morning. Bodo's Schloss eat your heart out.

I wish we had more pictures of the food but we're novices at this. In some pictures you can just about see the salads. But the cake is wholly more exciting and pleasing to look at. It was a rainbow oreo cake, in case you're wondering.

This insane cake was baked by the ridiculously talented Scarlett Curtis. I am no baker myself, and the whole thing puzzles and amazes me in equal measure. 

HOW?!?!

RAINBOWz





Love the Krells x

#studentlyf

Its been a few months now since I've been back in university. For the first time I'm living in a house with no one to look after me but myself. And my house mates, who actually tried to ground me the other day (ha.)

People that aren't your family are very different from your family. Thats the first thing to be learned -- I think. Especially if you havent lived with people before. People are odd. Especially young people. Especially students. They have strange habits and tics and you will probably find them disgusting, just as disgusting, in fact, as they find you.

 One of my housemates happily left the house one morning without emptying the bucket of vomit beside her bed she'd managed to fill the previous evening. When the technician came round to sort out the boiler and ventured into her room...well, the shit hit the fan. Or sick, rather. And yet that same girl would shudder at the idea that someone could eat sardines straight out of the tin, or go without changing the sheets for more than a week.

Try not to let people get on your nerves. Easier said than done. Get out of the house for a bit. Even an hour or two away from that person helps massively. Yoga too. Do Yoga. Everyone should do Yoga if they want to stop being pissed off with someone.

Anyway, there have been a few nice recipes that I have picked up from my housemates. I will post pictures when a) I find my iPhone (left it in a club), b) i find a memory card for my handheld camera or c) i find the charger for my SLR. None of which I can manage to locate at the moment. Technology sucks.

Every student has a housemate who eats the same things day in, day out. That's the story with one of mine. She's a good cook but hasn't the money or time to be thinking up varied, exotic dinners for herself. For breakfast she'll have scrambled eggs; for lunch she'll have pasta or eggs, or maybe some rice, and for supper she'll have pasta with eggs, or perhaps some egg-fried rice.  She doesn't get bored - why? Because she always has some tasty essentials on hand - generally in the form of onions, soy sauce and cream cheese. The holy trinity of supermarket staples in her book. I'm jealous of her minute food bills and of course the food on her plate, so I begged her to teach me her simplistic, frugal and ultimately satisfying culinary ways.

 Spinach and Sweetcorn pasta

She taught me this last night. Its. so. tasty. Don't be put off by the questionable-sounding ingredients list. Just trust me, or rather, trust her. I did, and now I don't want to eat anything else ever again. This would be a great thing to feed your children when you're left in the lurch, as technically, provided you have a well stocked freezer/cupboard, the only fresh ingredient you need is cream cheese. The soy sauce imparts a deep savoury flavour but don't worry, its not all chinesey or fusiony (I cant stand fusion food) -- its just comforting and moreish. I think brown rice pasta works nicely with this - it makes it even less 'fusion' and a lighter dish than your standard penne.

Serves 1 (obviously)

75g brown rice penne or other short pasta
Half a white onion
1 clove garlic
1 tbs cream cheese
2-3 tbs soy sauce
1 tbs olive oil
2 handfuls fresh or 4 balls frozen spinach (defrosted in the microwave), finely chopped
3-4 tbs sweetcorn, tinned or frozen
Black pepper
Dried birdseye chilli (optional)

1. Put your pasta on to boil in plenty of salted water, according to packet instructions
2. Finely chop the garlic and onion.
3. Gently fry the onion in plenty of olive oil until soft and starting to caramelise. Add the garlic and fry for another minute.
4. Add the soy sauce and a few tablespoons of pasta water and bring to a bubble until the sauce has reduced.
5. Add the cream cheese and melt in to make a creamy sauce.
6. Add the vegetables and cook for a further minute, along with a little more water. You want a creamy but plentiful sauce.
7. Toss the pasta through the sauce and add plenty of black pepper, a little more olive oil and maybe some crumbled dried chilli if you're so inclined. INHALE

September stuff

Here are some nice things which are getting me through the onset of SAD which threatens to creep up on me at this time of year. When BST ends its often quite traumatic... and I need material things to get me through the cold, dark nights.

1. Valentine Warner's "What to Eat Now"
I love him, I love him, I love him. From his name to his fruity voice and boyish good looks, and that adorable gurn when he bites into his own creations, HE IS THE PERFECT MAN. My elder sister met him once at a party and got so flustered she couldnt utter a word. His wonderful first book, What to Eat Now, is truly the antidote to the end of summer blues. His beautiful writing will carry you through  to the spring -- "Cooking by seasons makes it clear what I have to work with," he writes, "using choicest ingredients far fresher than insipid imitations hurried along under a distant sun."

 My other sister says we are kindred spirits - we both have a deep affection for mackerel, mushrooms and anchovies (things she retches at the sight of) - and his writing about creamed spinach is living proof of this, creamed spinach being my all time favorite vegetable. He admits he once cut his tongue licking the blender blades. Unfortunately for me he is already married.

2. The Sprouted Kitchen
The newest addition to our cook-bookshelves. I made the red lentil and sweet potato soup the other day. It was amazing. This is a great one if you're trying to cut down your meat intake. If you haven't already, go and check out their website. Possibly the most beautiful food blog around, and the most beautiful cookbook around for that matter. Sara's southern Californian style will transport you away from the rain-lashed world outside and into a world that is sunnier, healthier, just, well, better.

3. Baths.
Its that time of year again. ahhhhhhh

4. Some ankle boots
Russell and Bromley do some great ones. I think their classic ones have been around for about 20 years now. All the notting hill girls sport them on a daily basis -- they're pricey for high street, at £175, but they last years, which is more than I can say for Topshop's offerings. I have just bought a pair, one of their new styles for autumn. Now, I buy a new pair of ankle boots around the same time every year and by April they are trashed, worn out, good for nothing except the bin. This year THINGS WILL CHANGE. I trust these boots. I really do. They have some nice Marant knock-offs in there too, along with every other shop on the high street. Christmas list?

5. Going back to University.

Its been a while since I had a jager-bomb, or picked up a pen for that matter. I plan to do both in the coming weeks, in that order. If you're in London this weekend though, head to Franks for what will be the best end of summer party around. They close this weekend until next year, so get there for an amaretto sour or five and look upon this view while the sun is still saying its last goodbyes. Unless its pissing with rain that is.

The dying days of summer

The other day we went on a family outing to Queen's Park farmer's market for the first time. This is a favourite shopping spot for the up-and-coming Queens Park set - Alexandra Shulman, the editor of British Vogue, and her trendy media-type neighbours can often be found among the courgette flowers and homemade spelt fettucini.

We actually bought some of that, and had it with some homemade pesto. Who are we.

 I loved the farmers market, although at points it was eye-wateringly expensive ("£4.50 for a  TINY loaf of bread?" "alright I'll do it for £4"".....great....."), the vegetable stalls were a dream - lovely and muddy, just how I like it. We made a salad....

... With fresh peas picked that morning. Usually if you buy fresh peas from the supermarket you regret it and wish you'd gone for Birdseye, but these were super sweet. I threw in some toasted pecans for crunch and protein, along with some cucumber and celery.

 We bought some berries too, and ate them with mint picked from our garden, which always stays cool and shady even on the hottest days... which are getting cooler by the minute.

The website for Queens Park farmers market is here, it opens every Sunday in a primary school playground. I think it might've actually been my dad's old primary school - fun fact for ya.

Breakfast in the Balearics

In the Balearics one of the specialities is Pa Amb Oli, which essentially means 'bread and oil'. In its simplest form, the islanders take a slice of sourdough bread, rub it with a little garlic and a very ripe spanish tomato, and drizzle it in oil, and eat it as a starter, tapa, or for breakfast.

I have an approximation of this  simple dish every morning while I'm out here, going easy on the garlic. I also use a little more tomato than is authentic. I use a Mezzeluna (a curved Italian chopping knife) to pulverize my tomato and spread it across the bread, with a little sea salt and olive oil, plenty of pepper and occasionally some crumbled dried chillies (I am a chilli fiend at the best of times). Then I cover it with maybe a slice of jamon, a piece of  Mallorcean cheese, or, like this morning, an egg boiled 5 minutes, so the yolk is still a little fudgy and not bullet-hard. Instead of the usual sourdough, I use the Vollkornbrot (rye bread) that is so readily available in the supermarkets here thanks to the prolific amount of German tourists who come to the island. Rye or spelt bread is always a lighter option for me than the wheatbread - whilst i am not technically 'intolerant' to wheat I do feel a little bloated after a Pret sandwich and usually have to go for a little lie-down after a heavy pasta meal.

I also had half a chopped up avocado on the side. The avos here are perfect: deep green round the edge, ripe, creamy and clay-like with mottled black skins. I am obsessed with them, as are the rest of my family. If there aren't at least two in the fruit bowl at any one time, a small climate of panic builds until stocks are replenished. Avocados are wonderfully health-giving - the fats they contain are among the best you can eat. Parsley, which I sprinkle liberally over everything, to the distinct annoyance of my sister and father, who choke at the sight of it, is also an amazing source of vitamins and minerals, particularly potassium. Potassium helps us flush out the salt in our body, so I take care to eat plenty of bananas and lots of potassium-rich vegetables while I'm out here, to combat the salty Spanish diet of cheese, smoked, cured meats and seafood.