
Happy birthday, Gregory Martin Finchley Lestrade. I love you, and I'm so lucky to have met you.
Even if you did think I was a serial killer at the time.
And now, what I made for dinner last night, so I don't lose the recipes. Since I've been informed I'll be making it again...
Chicken with anchovy-basil sauce
This one was the hardest. Let me tell you, after three minutes my chicken was nowhere near 'richly browned'. Same with the shallots. According to this, every bloody thing cooks in three minutes. Liars. And I nearly gripped the hot-from-the-oven handle of the pan about seventeen times doing the sauce. It was also the only recipe with the potential to give everyone food poisoning.
4 boneless, skin-on chicken breast halves
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
2 medium shallots, thinly sliced
4 large anchovy fillets, minced
1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper
60g (1/4 cup) dry white wine
a large handful of slivered basil
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1 tablespoon cold unsalted butter
1. Preheat the oven to 200C (400F). Season the chicken breasts with salt and pepper. Heat olive oil in an overproof pan. Add the chicken breasts, skin side down, and cook over high heat until they are richly browned, about 3 minutes. Turn the chicken breasts and transfer the pan to the oven for about 10 minutes, until cooked through. Transfer the chicken to warmed plates.
2. Return the pan to the stove and add the shallots; cook until softened, about 3 minutes. Stir in the anchovies and red pepper. Add the white wine and boil for 1 minute, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pan. Add 75g (1/3 cup) of water and boil until the liquid is reduced to 3 Tbs, about 1 minute. Remove the pan from the heat and stir in the basil and lemon juice. Swirl in the butter and season the pan sauce with salt and pepper.
3. Pour the sauce over the roasted chicken breasts, spooning the shallots all around, and serve.
Tomato tart
This was not that bad. It basically involved slicing things and layering cheese, both of which are really quite difficult to do wrong, even for me. For the case...well, Mrs Hudson stood over me and I did exactly what she told me to.
Pastry case
Get your own Mrs Hudson. (Really, I have no idea. She didn't use a recipe, but if you really want to know I'll get her to write it out. The one that came with the tomato tart recipe was gluten free and used things like xanthan gum so I wasn't about to try that one.)
Filling
1 large onion, peeled and cut into ¼-inch pieces
115g (4 ounces) grated provolone (or cheddar which is what I actually used)
2 large tomatoes thinly sliced
Olive oil
Salt
About three basil leaves
2 tablespoons butter or olive oil
1. Melt butter in a heavy pan over medium-high heat and add onions. When onions begin to brown, reduce heat to low. Cook, stirring frequently until onions are soft and very brown, about 30 minutes.
2. Preheat oven to 190C (375F). Remove pastry case from freezer and pull off plastic wrap. Bake pastry case until lightly golden brown, about 20 minutes. Remove pastry case from oven and place on wire rack. Increase oven temperature to 220C (425F).
3. Place cheese evenly in bottom of pastry case. Spoon cooked onions evenly over cheese and top with tomatoes. Drizzle lightly with olive oil and sprinkle with a little salt.
4. Bake until tomatoes soften, about 20 minutes. Place tart on wire rack to cool for about five minutes before cutting. Chop basil and sprinkle over tart. Cut tart into wedges and serve.
And a salad,
which even I don't require a recipe for. It had lettuce and things. Sherlock and Mycroft made the dressing. It had balsamic fig vinegar in it.
Chocolate-coffee gingerbread cake
I picked it for the coffee, obviously. Mrs Hudson said I could use two loaf pans instead of a bundt pan, which was what the original recipe called for. Which was good because I wasn't entirely sure what a bundt pan was.
250g (2 cups) flour
2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp ground ginger
225g (1 cup) sugar
240g (1 cup) molasses
240g (1 cup) mild-flavored olive oil
3 large eggs
240g (1 cup) freshly brewed coffee
170g (6 ounces) chopped bittersweet chocolate
50g (1/4 cup) chopped crystallised ginger
1. Preheat oven to 175C (350F). Butter your pans and line them with parchment paper. Whisk flour and next 5 ingredients in medium bowl to blend. Combine sugar, molasses, olive oil, and eggs in large bowl; whisk until well blended. Add dry ingredients and stir to blend.
2. Add chopped chocolate and ginger and then pour hot coffee on top (most of chocolate will melt). Stir to combine. Transfer batter to prepared pans.
3. Bake cake until tester inserted near center comes out clean and cake begins to pull away from sides of pan, 55 to 60 minutes. Transfer to rack; cool cake in pan 20 minutes. Turn cake out onto rack and cool at least 1 hour.
Do ahead: Can be made 1 day ahead (if you don't live with Sherlock or the god of cake). Cool completely. Cover with cake dome or wrap in foil and store at room temperature.
Coffee whipped cream
240g (1 cup) chilled whipping cream
3 tablespoons icing sugar
1 teaspoon instant coffee
Combine all ingredients in large bowl. Using electric mixer, beat until peaks form.
Do ahead: Can be made 4 hours ahead. Cover and chill.
This was not that bad. It basically involved slicing things and layering cheese, both of which are really quite difficult to do wrong, even for me. For the case...well, Mrs Hudson stood over me and I did exactly what she told me to.
Pastry case
Get your own Mrs Hudson. (Really, I have no idea. She didn't use a recipe, but if you really want to know I'll get her to write it out. The one that came with the tomato tart recipe was gluten free and used things like xanthan gum so I wasn't about to try that one.)
Filling
1 large onion, peeled and cut into ¼-inch pieces
115g (4 ounces) grated provolone (or cheddar which is what I actually used)
2 large tomatoes thinly sliced
Olive oil
Salt
About three basil leaves
2 tablespoons butter or olive oil
1. Melt butter in a heavy pan over medium-high heat and add onions. When onions begin to brown, reduce heat to low. Cook, stirring frequently until onions are soft and very brown, about 30 minutes.
2. Preheat oven to 190C (375F). Remove pastry case from freezer and pull off plastic wrap. Bake pastry case until lightly golden brown, about 20 minutes. Remove pastry case from oven and place on wire rack. Increase oven temperature to 220C (425F).
3. Place cheese evenly in bottom of pastry case. Spoon cooked onions evenly over cheese and top with tomatoes. Drizzle lightly with olive oil and sprinkle with a little salt.
4. Bake until tomatoes soften, about 20 minutes. Place tart on wire rack to cool for about five minutes before cutting. Chop basil and sprinkle over tart. Cut tart into wedges and serve.
And a salad,
which even I don't require a recipe for. It had lettuce and things. Sherlock and Mycroft made the dressing. It had balsamic fig vinegar in it.
Chocolate-coffee gingerbread cake
I picked it for the coffee, obviously. Mrs Hudson said I could use two loaf pans instead of a bundt pan, which was what the original recipe called for. Which was good because I wasn't entirely sure what a bundt pan was.
250g (2 cups) flour
2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp ground ginger
225g (1 cup) sugar
240g (1 cup) molasses
240g (1 cup) mild-flavored olive oil
3 large eggs
240g (1 cup) freshly brewed coffee
170g (6 ounces) chopped bittersweet chocolate
50g (1/4 cup) chopped crystallised ginger
1. Preheat oven to 175C (350F). Butter your pans and line them with parchment paper. Whisk flour and next 5 ingredients in medium bowl to blend. Combine sugar, molasses, olive oil, and eggs in large bowl; whisk until well blended. Add dry ingredients and stir to blend.
2. Add chopped chocolate and ginger and then pour hot coffee on top (most of chocolate will melt). Stir to combine. Transfer batter to prepared pans.
3. Bake cake until tester inserted near center comes out clean and cake begins to pull away from sides of pan, 55 to 60 minutes. Transfer to rack; cool cake in pan 20 minutes. Turn cake out onto rack and cool at least 1 hour.
Do ahead: Can be made 1 day ahead (if you don't live with Sherlock or the god of cake). Cool completely. Cover with cake dome or wrap in foil and store at room temperature.
Coffee whipped cream
240g (1 cup) chilled whipping cream
3 tablespoons icing sugar
1 teaspoon instant coffee
Combine all ingredients in large bowl. Using electric mixer, beat until peaks form.
Do ahead: Can be made 4 hours ahead. Cover and chill.
55 comments:
Happy birthday, Lestrade! :D I hope you have a great time, and continue to be awesome. :)
Thank you, John Hamish Danger Watson. This is, without doubt, the best birthday I have ever had, and were not even halfway through the day. I love you too, more than I can find words to say.
(although I was rather expecting it to get more hot and sticky as the day...night...wore on.)
Dnner was delicious, and I'm really, really touched that you cooked for me, because I know you don't really like it much.
Although given today's rather energetic rugby match, I'm not sure I should have eaten quite so much...
YOU DIDN'T EVEN PLAY PROPERLY.
You aren't allowed to pick me up when I've got the ball and score a try with me holding the ball, it's not allowed. And the dogs didn't stay on their teams and you and John were kissing when he tackled you and that's not how it goes!
Wow, John, that's impressive. Even moreso because you don't usually cook, you really set yourself a challenge with that lot.
I might well try to make the tart, sounds delicious. I'm not into coffee, and especially not coffee cake, but I wonder if swapping the coffee for orange and coffee powder for orange zest might work? Hmmm.
Have a lovely day all - especially you, Lestrade. How was the spider?
Sherlock, it's Lestrade's birthday, he can play however he likes today. Did he like your spider?
Anyway, that sounds like an excellent way to play rugby :-D (I'm now imagining England playing like that... awesome)
My spider is brilliant. I'll post a picture of it soon. It really is the best spider a bloke could ever be given.
Nameless - to be fair, there aren't many people I play against who I can carry under my arm! Especially with John and two dogs hot on my heels! He's lucky I didn't kick for goal...
Happy birthday, L!
Cook, stirring frequently until onions are soft and very brown, about 30 minutes. John, you sly boots, you DO know how to caramelize onions!
And this is a bundt pan - makes your cake look pretty but impossible to ice.
Long may Lestrade rules rugby live on!
John, that all sounds delicious. Well done on the birthday dinner!
Sherlock, that sounds like a completely reasonable way to play rugby, especially on one's birthday. I didn't think you were too big on rules anyway!
(seriously, the image of you carrying a squirming Sherlock + rugby ball made me giggle and was a great start to the morning).
Happy birthday, Lestrade! It sounds like you're having a marvelous time; hope it continues in that vein, and that you have a .... hot and sticky night ahead. Etc. ;)
I only did what the recipe said! Very carefully, usually while saying a lot of bad words and trying to say them quietly.
Said it on yours, will say it here. Happy Birthday, Lestrade! Birthdays are so much more fun with lots of people you love. Enjoy your day!
As I said in the previous post, happy birthday Greg! I'm celebrating with you by eating fresh made pancakes and thinking very happy thoughts!
(And no, despite my name, I still can't fly :D )
I only did what the recipe said! Very carefully, usually while saying a lot of bad words and trying to say them quietly.
Well, clearly that should be SOP from now on, given how very successful you were at this! That's a lovely gesture, and I'll have to try your second recipe because I have a serious weakness for cheddar and I love tomatoes. If you ever want my recipe for mushroom and spinach pie, let me know - that also requires a crust made from scratch.
Innie - you would never guess he usually flees from the kitchen as soon as the hib goes on!
Danger - I still have no clue where we're going tonight, but Sherlock insists Spider comes with us. ( I asked if I could name him, people...was informed it was probably a girl, and no, don'te stupid, spiders don't have names). So if it's a restaurant or something, table for three, make sure they serve flies?
Ah, bloody phone! hob goes on. And don't be stupid.
And now, apparently, I'm not allowed any lunch, and we're going somewhere that I'm forbidden from wearing flip flops...my birthday keeps getting better!
Sherlock insists Spider comes with us - I nearly asked if Spider might be outfitted with a tiny camera, but then I remembered Sherlock has no use for the love stuff and he's seen plenty today in any case, just from playing rugby. Or "rugby," as he'd most likely insist.
They don't need to serve flies, It can't eat, it's just a cuddly spider, not real!
You're meant to be clever because you're old, but sometimes you're just silly.
Nameless, if you're going to substitute orange juice for the coffee, do make sure to heat it first. One of the things that coffee does is to melt most of the chocolate and spread its flavour throughout the cake. Otherwise, the batter's so thin most of it will just sink like a stone to the bottom and leave a sort of chocolate crust. Good luck, dear, the orange zest sounds very nice.
Mrs H! I had no idea you read John's blog...um...thanks for helping him with the pastry. Was delicious.
Not all the time, dear, I do have rather a lot to do, you know. But Marie told me about this post (she reads it religiously) and she's letting me use her computer. I wouldn't want that nice girl's cake to go wrong.
I...did not know Mrs Turner read this. Let alone...religiously. Um.
Mrs Hudson's been reading John's blog since he was wandering around pantsless and playing the bagpipes, L - SHE SEES ALL.
Sherlock, if just being old made you clever I think the world would be a different place. Or at least my life would be.
L - glad I didn't let you wear flip flops now, aren't you?
Mrs Hudson - thanks very much for the advice, I was wondering if the orange juice being cold would make a difference (and, no offence John, but I suspected you might not know the answer). Most kind of you :-)
She must have been one of your avid readers when you just wrote...erotic literature, Danger. Hah.
And yes, I still almost feel underdressed in jeans. But it's amazing. And another reminder how bloody lucky I am to have the three of you. Thank you. I've never done this before, and probably never would have. But it's brilliant.
Although now I'm wondering where we're going later, if, as Sherlock says, 'you can't have more champagne, because you can't have it and ride you bike with John'.
Curiouser and Curiouser...
You'll just have to wait and see! Shall I call you Alice for the rest of the day? Oh, maybe that's your spider's name...
Now you're both silly!
Curiouser isn't a word.
And spiders don't have names.
Gentlemen, you're teasing us! Although I do have a sneaking suspicion of what John might have planned for later that requires a bike...
Sherlock: they're not being silly (well, OK they are, but they're not *just* being silly), they're being literary, too. It's a quote from a lovely book called Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, by a writer named Lewis Carroll:
'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English)
It's a rather fine book, although I'm not sure it would be your sort of thing. It has talking animals, you see (although with good reason). I don't think any of them have names though.
Sorry, I didn't mean to tease.
They took me out for proper afternoon tea, with champagne and a tea menu (with many, many pages of descriptions of...tea leaves) and sandwiches, cream tea, cakes, chocolate...things, more cream...fruity jelly things...tea...
And whilst I'm getting the impression we'll be away longer than the evening, I still have no clue where Danger might be taking me away to...but I will find out very shortly, because he's in the bedroom, and I've been banished to the sitting room...and told to be ready to go.
Lestrade - it sounds wonderful. Tea and cake and champagne and things... heavenly :-)
Enjoy the rest of your day (and night :-p)!
Alice in Wonderland and the sequel, Through the Looking Glass, are two of my favorite books. You might actually like them, Sherlock, once you get over the fact that they are not set in the world as we know it. The man who wrote them taught mathematics at Oxford (or Cambridge; I forget) and much of what's in the books are disguised problems in logic.
Lestrade - Enjoy the rest of the birthday celebration. I gather the boys are staying home with Mrs. Hudson?
I'd tell you all how amazing this is...but I'm lost for words.
John...I love you. Thank you. You're amazing, this is amazing.
Readers...he's taken me prisoner for the night!
Ha! Trust you to make it sound like I've rented out an S&M dungeon for the night! :P
I love you too and I'm really happy you like it.
Well, it's bigger than a dungeon...
I would like anywhere you took me, but...this is special. I'm in awe.
In your wide experience of dungeons?
It was luck, really. I didn't know it existed until a few weeks ago. Seemed appropriate once I found it though.
Ha, which sort?
It is perfect. And hilarious. And I'm touched, really, because it is so appropriate (although a lot posher than any prison I'm used to.)
And...just, yeah, thank you. This really is the best birthday of my life. And it would have been anyway, even if you'd forgotten it too. But this is really special.
How would I know? Tower of London?
Good. You're amazing, and I love you, and a celebration of your birth ought to be...well, a damn good one.
AH, okay.
I was thinking you meant more the...SoHo sort. It's the way you made it sound!
I suppose I've never really...gone in much for celebrating before. I mean, I always used to do things for the others, and being the oldest...you know how it is. So I'm just really touched that you all thought about all this and it's been brilliant spending the day with the boys, and then this...and...I might just have to hug you to bits now.
I assumed you didn't have a wide experience of SoHo dungeons!
I have no problem being hugged to bits. Just put me back together afterward.
Are you really in a prison? Why couldn't I come? When are you allowed out? Is it because Lestrade cheated at rugby?
We are really in a prison, but it's not a prison anymore; they converted into a hotel. It's pretty neat.
http://www.malmaison.com/hotels/oxford/oxford-mal.aspx
Glad I'm not in solitary, like most coppers who get put inside. It's nice having a cell mate.
I don't even mind if you molest me in the shower. I may even drop the soap on purpose...
Keep up that sort of talk and you can forget about dinner, I'll just drag you straight off to bed.
well, you know, I'm still pretty full from tea...who needs dinner, right?
Tomorrow you could learn to handle a big pole on the river, if you wanted?
Me too in fact.
That sounds romantic and/or obscene. Perfect!
and, I hope.
If something can be both...
What's the worst that could happen...we'd be arrested and end up back where we started!
Although, even though I'm not hungry, we could get a nice bottle of wine brought up to us. I did promise I'd post a picture of Sherlock's spider tonight. I had to do that pinky promise thing you started. I don't want to find out the consequences of breaking it...
And chips? Wine and chips is a perfectly good dinner, right? I'll call.
Oh dear. You'd better do it then. DIRE consequences, my friend. DIRE.
Balanced meal, I think, yeah.
Right, doing it. I don't feel like the photo does the sheer size of Spider justice...it's very...large. And staring at me. Wherever I go.
I can't believe we bought a very large spider here on the bike, and had to check in with legs sticking out of the tank bag...
I'm still calling it Alice, no matter what either of you say. Is it sleeping with us tonight?
I feel I should put my best Sherlock voice on and tell you "It's not REAL, it doesn't SLEEP."
I'm not sure there's room in the bed for you, me and Alice...
I suppose she could sit on the dresser. And stare at us with all those little eyes...
I feel I should put my best Sherlock voice on and tell you "It's not REAL, it doesn't SLEEP."
I had assumed that no-one would be getting much actual sleep tonight...
Nameless - it is DEFINITELY not getting in on any other action. Don't they eat the males when they're done with them??
And again, Greg, happy birthday! It sounds like you're having a wonderful one, so good for John and the boys' planning it.
(Reading Sherlock begging to stay up until midnight made me smile; it's what my boys do.)
I hope the rest of the night exceeds the expectations set by last night and today.
That is one seriously inspired choice in hotels, John. Bravo. Hope you're having an extra incredible night, etc. We expect a full (ahem) report. Well, sort of. An acceptable report of how awesome a time you had would suffice!
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