Sophie is sixteen - only two years away from being an adult!
In celebration she asked me to organise a sushi (and tempura) evening for her and
9,
no 6,
no 5 teeny friends.
So I mostly did an extended re-run of the
last sushi meal the Eldorado girlies helped to organise
- except without Larry The (sadly eaten) Lobster.
Plus it gave me the opportunity of making something I've been
wanting to try for quite a while now
-
wasabi prawn crackers!
Like those prawn crackers you get from a Chinese takeaway, but with wasabi. Sounds good right? Right?
Turns out that there's approximately one recipe in the whole world for prawn crackers, and none for wasabi crackers.
Is that an opportunity or an omen?
So I started out with buying myself a dehydrator and a nice bag of prawns to blend, then got on with prickly job of kneading the shellfish dough,
,
rolling it into logs, steaming it, slicing it into crisps and drying them
.
The things I do for food :)
Since I was in a buying mood, I decided to avail myself of some
real wasabi from the
wasabi company
purely in the interests of science of course;
you know that wasabi you've been cautiously smearing onto your sushi in restaurants or buying in little tubes in supermarkets?
Well, that's not wasabi at all!
It's actually mostly just various kinds of mustard or horseradish.
If you're lucky it will have trace amounts of wasabi just so they can write that on the packaging.
Chances are you've never had any
actual wasabi - I know I hadn't,
so I was keen to find out exactly how different the real stuff tastes.
But I didn't want to waste it on the experimental crackers,
particularly as I get the impression that it doesn't survive cooking very well,
and it seemed more likely that ersatz mustard
wasabi would.
So I saved it all for smearing on the fish.
While I was ordering stuff online anyway,
I also looked up some proper
matcha powdered green tea,
and used it to make a more authentic round of
green tea ice cream.
Out of consideration for the teenies' sensibilities though, I left out the wasabi this time!
Sophie had a special dessert request for
something like pizza,
so as well as the oriental ice cream, I thought I'd have a go at a
giant pizza cookie.
I'm not much of a dessert chef, but it didn't seem like I could go too far wrong
- I took a generic cookie dough recipe and just baked it in one great big lump rather than lots of little ones.
I made a dessert pizza topping by reducing a bunch of strawberries with a generous amount of sugar
and a squeeze of lemon before straining it to make basically a thin strawberry jelly.
A few slices of kiwi and strawberries as a decoration and Bob's your teenies' Uncle.
I
had planned to drizzle over some cheese-coloured icing but ran out of time.
My nemesis.
So then it was just a matter of stocking up on seaweed sheets,
sushi flavoured vinegar, extra soy sauce, dashi granules, dried mushrooms, extra rice,
and all the vegetables in the world. Oh and a fine collection of fish.
Ah yes, the fish.
It's been pretty windy recently.
As anyone who's tried (and failed) to take a small yacht out into the Forth to practice their spinnaker work will attest.
That means a bad time to buy fresh fish, but fortunately after a reassuringly calm Friday I was able to buy an exquisite £10 hunk of tuna
and some really nice fillets of Orkney farmed salmon. I also stocked up on prawns, scallops, squid (strictly against Sophie's orders) and oysters.
For tempura. Unless someone fancied a raw oyster of course (a step too far apparently).
As usual I spend a lot of time drawing up a Saturday
meal plan
and come Thursday evening I kick things off with the prawn crackers - I wanted to make them early just in case it all went horribly wrong!
Much of Friday is spent sneaking out of work shopping for fish and vegetables,
and Friday evening I pass the time making
ice cream,
giant cookies (well, ONE giant cookie) and a
sweet chilli dip.
Up on Saturday at the break of cuckoo fart, I stock up with boat-loads of ice and last-minute seafood,
make up the various dips, soak the dried shiitake mushrooms, matchstick all the sushi veg, cut up the tempura vegetables,
trim the fish, fry the
salmon skins
and make up a vat of
sushi rice
large enough to drown a small child in.
I thought it might be more effective to rub in the sushi vinegar by hand
and I conveniently
borrowed a fan from work to help out with the job.
It was certainly more fun.
The rice turned out really well too - so I think it must have worked.
I put together the impressive array of equipment I figure I'm going to need -
apparently the Eldoradoes don't even own a chip pan (!! My how they've let things slide since I was organising their kitchen),
so I had to take mine. But they did agree to ensure an ample supply of oil.
.
Finally it's time to fill the car with the food all nicely arranged on tubs of ice,
my vast collection of bottles, pots, pans, dishes, knives, gadgets and chopsticks,
and drive over to Casa Eldorado like some kind of demented mobile sushi van.
The birthday party was conveniently out at the movies so I had time to get everything nicely set up unmolested and
turn out a batch of prawn crackers ready for the returning teenies to snack on.
The plain prawn crackers worked out pretty well (after a bit of practice and an un-promising start)
but the wasabi variety - not so much :(
Must try harder!
I think the teenies had fun (the feedback was good!) - they didn't make much of a dent on the rice
(I may have gone a bit mad on the rice(!), but after running out last time I wasn't taking any chances),
but they had a reasonable bash at making sushi, ate their way though a decent sampling of the fish and munched up plenty of tempura.
Even the chillies!
Unsurprisingly the squid remained untouched (I had been warned!), even the tempura'd squid rings got a body-swerve.
So I had a
lot of leftover squid to take back home.
I'd planned on blanching up some
lacy squid
to use as a fishy decoration, but didn't have time in the end.
That's OK - it's good to have sacrificial dishes that you can miss out if you run out of time. Or forget. As I usually do.
Incidentally - a funny thing happened on the way to my fridge the other night...
While my fridge is endlessly waiting to be replaced with one whose internal light works,
it sits there dark and neglected,
so that as I sleepily grope my way into it for my habitual nighttime gulp of milk I do so in pitch darkness.
Imagine my surprise, then, the other night to find my milk unexpectedly illuminated by a ghastly green light
emanating from my enormous stash of oddly glowing leftover squid!
Worry ye not fish fans, for it turns out to be unusual but not entirely unheard of for dead squid
to glow from an infestation of bio-luminescent bacteria.
Most of which (like
v. phosphoreum)
are perfectly natural and perfectly harmless.
I can attest to this one's harmlessness anyway, since undaunted I tempura'd them up and ate them.
In the interests of science you know.
Of course, I might have been a bit more scrupulous than usual about cooking them thoroughly
after dreamily admiring their gentle pulsing in my fridge like eery night-lights.
The fish were lovely, but the oysters were
giants; consequently incredibly difficult to lever open
and frankly a bit too strongly flavoured for eating raw. I tempura'ed one of them and it tasted palatable enough,
but I completely failed to wash it clean of grit - probably due to all the cranking I had to do to get the tenacious little beast open.
The remainders I took home where I made a better job of flushing them clean before filling them with a
dynamite sauce and grilling them.
They were OK (especially filled with a little leftover sushi rice), but definitely not a patch on using scallops.
After stuffing their fridge with enough rice and fish (no squid!) to keep an Eldorado family in sushi for days,
I packed up the remaining (and substantial) leftovers, filled up their dishwasher, cleaned their kitchen,
then loaded the food and
my vast collection of bottles, pots, pans, dishes, knives, gadgets and chopsticks,
back into my car for the tediously familiar drive home.
The girls kindly helped me to ferry everything out - I was not invited to spend the night.
Be warned - although the skins are surprisingly odour-free they will make your kitchen (and the oil) stink of fish. Open the windows!
They don't keep very well, quickly going soft again, so use within a few hours.