Halloumi, peach and pepper salad

Late last year I got my arm twisted into a podcast interview with the lovely Natalie Cutler-Welsh from If Only They Had Told Me. Now, this is nothing against Natalie, but it was probably a mistake to do it after a very long, stressful day at work. It was probably even more of a mistake to do it while reclining with a glass of wine. I’m hoping that’s the reason why I sound like a garbled fool who can barely remember her own name. If I sound like that all the time, well, I guess I have a voice best suited for print.

But every cloud has a silver lining and one of the best bits about recording the podcast was that Natalie, a non-cook, told me about a salad her friend had made that night involving halloumi and peaches. I can’t bear to go back and listen to the podcast, but I’ve managed to make my version of the salad. Without a hint of shame, here it is.

Halloumi Peach And Mint Salad Photo Credit: Lucy Corry/The Kitchenmaid

Halloumi, peach and pepper salad

We always have a packet of halloumi in the fridge. It’s a guaranteed insta-meal for those times when there seems to be nothing else to eat. Peaches and red peppers are both in plentiful supply at the moment – and this salad is the perfect combination of sweet, salty, soft and crunchy. 

250g halloumi, patted dry and sliced into 1cm-thick pieces

2 ripe peaches, washed and sliced into wedges

2 red peppers, washed, deseeded and sliced

a handful of fresh mint, shredded

a good squeeze of fresh lemon juice

2-3 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil

Panfry the halloumi in a non-stick pan until golden brown on the outside. Remove from the pan and slice each piece into two, lengthways. Let cool briefly.

Put the peaches and peppers in a bowl, then toss through the mint, lemon juice and olive oil. Drape the halloumi on top. Grind over some black pepper and serve. Makes a small side salad for four or a light lunch for two.

Good things: February 2014

Ice creams. Fish and chips. Sand castles. Sand in everything. February has turned out to be the month that January should have been. And boy, am I glad about it.

Fish And Chips From The Waimarama Store, Hawkes Bay

Very early readers of this blog might recall the summer holiday we took three (THREE!) years ago. We had such rose-tinted memories of that stay (despite the fact that it rained a lot) that we went back for a few days at the beginning of the month.

Waimarama Beach Hawkes Bay

We shopped at New Zealand’s best Farmer’s Market, ate New Zealand’s best fish and chips, went for swims and made a lot of sandcastles. It was a proper, old-fashioned summer holiday.

Even better, my sister came to stay and brought with her a shiny new ice cream machine and a batch of this ice cream. I’ve thought about it often ever since.

Emma Galloway's Dairy Free Chocolate Ice Cream

Back home, we harvested our own tomatoes, which have thrived despite inclement weather and neglect. I listened to this completely charming interview with Wellington’s best French patissier and made a mental note to visit his little shop more often.

Homegrown Tomatoes

The pantry is in – and filled – but I’ve decided to wait for the big reveal until the painters have finished, because the rest of the kitchen is such a tip I can’t bear to show it. I’m sure you can wait a little longer.
In the meantime I have more cupboards to clean, more dust to vacuum, and an urgent appointment with a glass of wine in my garden while the cicadas chorus around me.

What have you been up to this month?

Good things – January 2014

I’m not sure how it happened, but someone has stolen my January. I can’t believe the first month of 2014 has disappeared so fast. This afternoon, as I rushed to the hardware store to buy window hinges (don’t ask), I tried to recall what we have done and drew a complete blank.

From looking at my diary I can work out there was one bout of tonsilitis, 10 flights up and down the country and one funeral. I have met approximately a dozen tradesmen, one of whom I have seen more of in the last two weeks than my husband. In fact, one of the other tradies thought he WAS my husband. I have spent more time in hardware stores than I have in food shops. I’ve only read two books (this one and this one) and become hooked on this show. I have worried about paint and carpet and too many other things to mention.

It is mid-summer and I have still not eaten an ice cream.

Miso Caramel Sauce

But I have become absolutely addicted to this insanely good and easy to make miso caramel sauce, which goes with absolutely everything.

I loved listening to this podcast with Colonel Chris Hadfield about eating in space. Surely he must be a contender for Person Of The Year?

I have made quite a few things from this book, aided by vegetables I’ve been growing in my own garden (please note high levels of SPF – Smug Person Factor – in that statement).

Yellow Zucchini With Blossoms Picture Credit: Lucy Corry/The Kitchenmaid

And I was utterly transfixed by this video – though I can see the point in this argument against it (it’s still mesmerising though, don’t you think?

So maybe January wasn’t all bad after all. What have you been up to?

The best of Wellington, part 1

‘It’s true you can’t live here by chance, you have to do and be, not simply watch or even describe. This is the city of action, the world headquarters of the verb.’

So said poet Lauris Edmond about Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. It’s a nice quote – and an apt one, given the wind here is so fierce and the hills are so steep that even walking to the letterbox can require acts of bravery and strength. Maybe that’s why the city has developed such a reputation as the country’s coffee and cafe capital – if you’re going to leave the house, you’re going to need a reward at the end of the journey.

Wellington has seemed a little in the doldrums recently, as all the energy and investment in New Zealand is sucked to Auckland (bright lights, big city) or Christchurch (post-earthquake recovery).

But it’s still a great place to live – and eat. Since it’s Wellington Anniversary Day, here’s a starter shortlist of where to go.

Best all-day eating: Maranui, Lyall Bay
Watch the planes take off, the waves roll in, and feast on hearty sea-faring grub dreamed up by local cafe supremo Katie Richardson, one of the city’s most unsung food heroes. I’ve never, ever had a bad experience here. Big queues for weekend brunch, so get there early.

Best dining out: The Larder, Miramar
Jacob Brown’s take on nose-to-tail eating is just one of the reasons why this unassuming bistro in suburban Miramar (home of Peter Jackon’s movie empire) is so good. The service is charming and the wine list small but perfectly formed.

Best food emporium: Moore Wilson’s, Tory St, City
I’ve recently realised that I take Moore Wilson’s for granted, that I expect every city to have a multi-level temple to good food, booze, flowers and kitchen equipment (not to mention a sushi specialist and a rotisserie truck selling French-style poulet roti in the carpark). It truly is magnificent, though to be avoided on Saturday lunch times unless you like being elbowed by Karori matrons.

Best ice cream: Gelissimo, Cable St, City
I’m not just saying this because Graham Joe let me eat buckets of the speculoos gelato he made after reading one of my blog posts (and it went on to win an award). No, Gelissimo’s gelati and sorbets are among the best I’ve ever tasted. Last year, when we were practically chained to the Amorino gelato shop in Montmatre (an expensive way to beat 37C temperatures, believe me), I kept thinking ‘this is nice, but Gelissimo is better, not least because it’s organic and half the price!’

Best yum char: Regal Chinese Restaurant, Courtenay Pl, City
It’s noisy and busy and there can be a long queue out the door on weekends. But Regal has the best dim sum I’ve tasted since eating my bodyweight in barbecued pork buns in Hong Kong

Best market: Newtown School vegetable market (Saturday mornings, Riddiford St, Newtown; City Market, Chaffers Marina, Sunday morning)
On Saturday mornings the vegetable growers of Horowhenua and the Kapiti Coast descend on Newtown Primary School, selling fruit and veg that are far better quality and freshness than what’s available in the supermarkets (except MW), at far lower prices. The market started small but now there are all manner of stalls and people selling hot food. It’s rough, ready and very Newtown. I love it.
The City Market, which takes place under cover on the waterfront, couldn’t be more different. Here, the city’s artisan food makers, eaters and restaurateurs gather for four frenetic hours of gourmet pleasure. There’s another fresh fruit and vegetable market outside.

There’s plenty more where that came from. What are your Wellington favourites?