Bubble & squeak balls, with sausages & mustard. Yummy |
Bubble
and squeak may not be a dish of great visual beauty, but by gum, it’s a treat for
the taste buds.
And
it should, by rights, be an absolute doddle to make.
After
all, what could possibly be difficult about some leftover spuds, some leftover
veg and a pan with some melted fat?
Well,
that’s the stage at which mine gets problematic – the bit where, after heating
the fat, you squish the squeak into the pan.
Okay
– that’s not the problem: the problem is turning it over or out. It won’t. It
simply collapses. I don’t know why – I have followed the recipe in my Two Fat
Ladies cookbook to the letter, but it never turns out properly.
Now
I have no idea whether this is a universal culinary enigma, but I have found a
solution – and it’s every bit as tasty as any other.
But
before we get to that, let’s discuss a related issue: sprouts.
What
is it with the British? We eat loads of these delicate, gem-green cabbages –
not least at Christmas – yet so many people detest them.
Is
it a condition of national masochism? ‘Oh, I don’t like them but you have to
have them at Christmas.’ Why – not least at that time of year – would you eat
something that you don’t like?
That
aside, they may get a bad rap for causing flatulence, but that doesn’t seem to
have put huge swathes of the population off beans.
Perhaps
it’s a generational thing, where early memories are of so many vegetables
boiled to a grey pulp that lacked in texture or taste?
Indeed,
it’s worth noting that peculiarly British obsession with cooking vegetables ‘al
dente’ – or as it often means on these shores, barely bloody cooked at all.
On
the latest series of Masterchef: The Professionals, Michel and Monica have
already faced undercooked vegetables at least once – and presumably they have a
clue what they’re on about.
But
maybe it’s a reaction to that overcooked cabbage.
Personally,
I’ve long loved sprouts, but in the last couple of years I’ve found a cooking
method that seems to make such a radical difference that The Other Half enjoys
them more now too.
So,
thanks to Joël Robuchon – another French gastronomic giant who can be assumed
to know what he’s on about – here’s a wonderful method.
Take
your sprouts, trim the stalk and remove the outer leaves. You don’t need to
make an incision at the top though; it makes no difference.
For
four people, as an accompaniment, use 400g sprouts and put a litre of water on
to boil with a teaspoon of course salt.
Pop
them in a bowl of cold water with some malt vinegar – two tablespoons to the
litre – and leave for two minutes.
Rinse
and drain.
Once
your water has reached a boil, pop them in and cook briskly for a minute.
Remove
into a prepared bowl of iced water, leave for a minute and then drain.
Bring
another litre of water to the boil with the same amount of salt and, when
that’s just bubbling, pop in the sprouts.
Simmer
for 20 minutes – but don’t let the water bubble vigorously this time: gently
does it.
Fill
another bowl with iced water and pop the cooked sprouts straight in that, drain
and then lie out on paper towels or a clean cloth.
When
you’re nearing serving your meal, melt around 15g of butter in a pan, add the
sprouts, turn the heat to low, add two pinches of salt and one of pepper, and
cook, turning gently, for five minutes.
Now
you’re probably going to roll your eyes and say: ‘what a fuss’. But one of the
advantages of this rather cheffy way of doing them is that you can prepare them
well in advance and then just finish them off quickly – which is particularly
perfect if you’re a sprouts-on-Christmas-Day kind of person and are juggling
loads of thing in the kitchen for the year’s biggest meal.
It
goes without saying that, on that occasion, you can also add some diced bacon
or some chestnuts to the final cooking in order to ratchet up the festive
taste.
But
back to good old bubble and squeak, when all of this will already have been done
and the vegetables are sitting rather mournfully in a dish feeling not simply
left over, but forgotten (it’s worth making extra in the first place just so
you have enough for such a ‘left-over’ dish).
Take
your sprouts and your spuds and mash them together, with a little extra
seasoning if needed.
Heat
a generous amount of lard in a frying pan. Yes – lard. This is no time to think
about anything as dreadful as marg or even oil, which wouldn’t give you those
wonderful crispy bits. And butter can burn too easily. Lard it must be. Or
dripping, obviously, and if you have a surfeit and feel posh, then you could
probably get away with duck fat.
So
heat whatever lovely fat you choose.
And
in the meantime, roll your mashed mixture into balls – around the size of a
large plum: make them as smooth and as compact as you can. If the mixture is a
little dry, add some melted butter, and you may wish to add further seasoning –
plenty of pepper anyway.
If
you have time, pop them in the fridge for a few minutes to firm up a little.
Then
roll them in plain flour and into the hot fat they go. Don’t roll them around
too much or too quickly – you want those crispy bits, after all.
Okay,
they’ll still leave a little behind in the pan, but nowhere near as much.
And
if that doesn’t really make your bubble squeak, then nothing will.
"Indeed, it’s worth noting that peculiarly British obsession with cooking vegetables ‘al dente’ – or as it often means on these shores, barely bloody cooked at all." Not sure how old you are but I suspect significantly younger than I am. When I was a lad British food vegs were almost always notoriously overcooked into a state of flaccid nothingness.
ReplyDeleteWell, I hot the half century almost a year ago. :-)
DeleteBut yes, that was what I was getting at: that the current trend for undercooked veg is a reaction against home cooking and school dinners where it veg were cooked to grey, floppy "nothingness".
I remember that – as does The Other Half.