deliciously retro

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“Tone? A little cheesy-pineapple one?”


My mate Em has opened a pop-up shop to bring a touch of splendidly hip Scandinavian style to Wellington.

 

Just a hop and a skip from the city in the beachy southern ‘burbs, Skandi purveys quality 50s and 60s furniture and lights that will make you swoon with their awesomeness.

 

You can check it out online here – though if you’re in the capital of cool I strongly suggest you get yourself along to Island Bay toot sweet (and while you’re there you can do your weekly meat shop at the fabulous Island Bay Butcher, just across the road).

 

In keeping with the shop itself, the opening night shindig called for canapés that were a little bit Danish, and a little bit retro… cheese straws, liver pate and gherkin, smoked eel and horseradish on rye, salmon and vodka tartare, mustardy-mayo-dipped frikkadelle (that’s meatballs to you and me) and devils on horseback.

 

In keeping with human nature, the cheese straws were the first to be snaffled up. And why not? They’re everything you could possibly want in cocktail food and more: able to be held and eaten with one hand, keeping the other free for liquor; unlikely to ruin your party frock; AND delivering on the essential salty-crispy quotient of downright deliciousness.

 

cheese straws

one-and-a half cups of rat-trap cheese, grated – in other words, whatever bits of strong cheese you’ve got lurking in the fridge, parmesan, cheddar, blue…
60g butter, diced
three-quarters of a cup of flour, plus more for dusting
half a teaspoon of Maldon salt
half a teaspoon of crushed chilli

one-and-a-half tablespoons milk or cream

Turn oven on to 180C fanbake.

Chuck everything except the milk or cream in a food processor. Mix in short bursts until it looks like coarse breadcrumbs, then add the liquid and process until the dough forms a ball.

Lightly flour the bench and rolling pin and roll out the dough into something vaguely resembling a rectangle, about 5mm thick.

Cut the dough into thin strips, as short or as long as you like, and carefully prise them up and peel them off the bench and on to a baking tray. This is one of those wonder-doughs that can be pressed back together and rerolled umpteen times without coming to too much harm, so just keep going til it’s all gone.

Bake your straws in the middle of the oven for 8 to 12 minutes, until they’re beginning to turn a burnished gold. At this point the kitchen will smell amazing and you can take them out of the oven and transfer them to a wire rack to cool.

Pic: Alison Steadman and some mustachioed bloke in Abigail's Party

there's no going back

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I've really done it now - taken that final step towards old ladyhood, cementing my status as a nana for all time.

Yep. Got myself a shopping trolley. And tartan, at that. But you know what? I friggin' love it. It's a darn sight easier than lugging heavy bags around the market.

Now I'll never again be forced to make that excruciating choice between spuds and onions.

Besides, now I have one they're officially cool. And coming soon to a hipster near you.

I kid you not. This week, me; this time next year, Zooey Deschanel and Agnes Deyne. You read it here first.

woolly thinking

When was the last time you said something was shoddy - and do you know the term has its origins in the wool industry?

This morning I happened upon this entry in Te Ara - the Encyclopedia of New Zealand: "Shoddy is woollen cloth that is torn up, shredded and made up into new fabrics."

Fascinating. Thanks Te Ara. It set me off on a lovely journey musing on how amazing wool is - and how it was once so all-pervasive in European culture that words derived from it are still in use today, even when their original meanings have fallen into obscurity.

♥ etymology.

♥ it's now not completely gratuitous for me to share this splendid short film of the inimitable Godfrey Bowen shearing a sheep.