Leek And Lentil Hotpot Recipe | Vegetarian Food

Posted on January 13, 2015 by Catherine Balavage

My husband has stopped eating meat, which means I have had to develop something of an imagination when it comes to cooking. I came up with this dish after being inspired by a lentil and tomato dish I had at an Italian restaurant in Putney called The Italian Boys. This is completely different, but I was greatly inspired by the combination of tomato sauce and lentils. So here is my take on it.

I have called it a hotpot after my husband suggested it. It tastes amazing, if I do say so myself.

Cooking time: 30-40 minutes

You will need:

3-4 Leeks.

A tin of chopped tomatoes.

Lentils (150-200g)

3 carrots

A tablespoon of olive oil

A dollop of butter

La Rosmarina sauce. (We get ours from Fattoria La Villa but you can buy it from somewhere else or make your own. The ingredients are tomatoes, extra virgin oil, fresh rosemary, garlic, salt and hot chilli pepper. Only use a tiny amount of the hot chilli pepper, you want a slight kick, this is not a spicy dish).

Method

Thoroughly clean the lentils and then add them to a pan. Pour cold water over them and then bring to the boil. Cook for 20-30 minutes. Next clean and chop the leeks and the carrots. Then take a frying pan and add a dollop of butter or spread. Add the leeks and the carrots and sauté them for 10 minutes. Add a tablespoon of olive oil. When the leeks and carrots are cooked add the lentils and then the rosemary sauce. Finally, add the tin of tomatoes. Stir it all together and make sure it is all hot. Job done: Leek & Lentil Hotpot. It is quick and easy.

If you can’t get your hands on some La Rosmarina sauce, although I recommend that you do, add some fresh rosemary, a clove of garlic, a touch of salt and a very slight amount of hot chilli pepper to the dish. The hot chilli pepper can be taken out altogether if you do not want any spice, or add a little more if you are so inclined.

This is an amazing dish that really locks in the flavour and is very healthy. If you cook it for yourself, let me know what you think.

The Wellington: Margaret Graham’s Local in The Heart of London

Posted on January 13, 2015 by Margaret Graham

OK, so it’s the middle of winter, the wind is hurtling along the Thames, and you’re crossing Waterloo Bridge, head down, unaware that the bridge was rebuilt in the 2^nd World War, and the workforce included women. The only thought in your head is food and shelter.

Such was the situation a couple of years ago as Penny Deacon and I (writers and organisers of Words for the Wounded) reached the Strand, and there it was; this beacon in a sea of misery, the fantastic, fantabulous Wellington on the Strand. Straight across the road we powered, and hit the stairs to the restaurant at a run, resembling nothing as much as drowned rats.

That was the start of our Wellie adventure: within a few months it was the Graham’s London ‘local’. Penny lives in the West Country so looks on enviously, but I’m in High Wycombe, which is just a hop skip and jump from town. Often I meet Jan Speedie (besties since we were nine and she is also an organiser of Words for the Wounded). We spend an inordinate amount of time in the National or Portrait Galleries, in St Martin’s in the Fields poking about, or at the theatre, or exploring the City. Where do we eat? The Wellie of course.

Sticky slow-braised pork belly.

But why? Isn’t one pub much like another? I think, quite frankly, that whoever said that, needs to go and wash out her/his mouth with soap, as my mother would say.

The Wellington has the knack of becoming special to everyone we’ve brought along; the ‘grands’ love it, our friends too. It dates from 1903 and its neo-gothic exterior is a bit of a landmark. It is named after Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington whose historic victory over Napoleon in 1815 ended the Napoleonic Wars. (If you haven’t been to Apsley House, home of the first Duke of Wellington and his descendants, you should. It stands right in the heart of London at Hyde Park Corner.)

The Wellingon sits next to Covent Garden, a name derived from the Convent Garden, which belonged to Westminster Abbey. It was to Covent Garden that I went to buy a gift for my granddaughter with money presented by Jose on behalf of the staff, as she was having a serious operation that day.

The staff are gorgeous. There’s the manager, Ruth, from Australia, Jose the team leader, (Spanish) who wins the rosette for character. There’s Michal, assistant manager, who grows a moustache for charity from time to time and who has read Maeve’s Afternoon Delight, so has a big tick from me. There’s our lovely pal Eszter from Budapest who we love because of her great kindness, and Thomas from Krakow who I’m trying to get to write a feature with me about Krakow for Frost Magazine.

The ambiance is smart as a button, especially after its recent makeover but so many of the original features are still there that it’s hard to go wrong. One of the highlights for me is the Art Nouveau windows.

So, now we come to the food, of course. My favourite is the belly pork, Dick seldom strays from the sausage and mash, but Jan plumps for the fish fillets or seafood pie. We invariably add a large glass of Pino Grigio each. It’s always the right temperature, always rather too nice.

Let’s not forget the bar… The Wellington boasts a gorgeous long bar, and that brings me to the ales, which Dick and his bestie, Tim Norman, swear by.

The ales change seasonally so the Wellie rotates between 18 seasonal ales 4 times per year and also rotates between 19 National favourite ales. Nicholsons Pale Ale is always stocked – it is a classic English-style Pale Ale and brewed exclusively for Nicholson’s by St Austell Brewery. It is brewed with the finest Cornish Maris Otter barley.

If you’re after a super friendly attractive venue, with great food and drink, you don’t need to be freezing. Just head to the Wellie (The Wellington on the Strand, 351 Strand. London) www.nicholsonspubs.co.uk/thewellingtonstrandlondon

Joo Yeon Sir in Concert at St Martin’s in the Fields 9th January by Margaret Graham

Posted on January 13, 2015 by Margaret Graham

Some years ago I was honoured to be invited to speak at the commemoration of Vera Brittain’s life, at St. Martin’s in the Fields. I was delighted to pay homage to the author of Testament of Youth, (soon to be released as a film) who wrote with an eye to the social and political context of the time, as indeed do I. So, on went the hat, and off I went.

In the front pews were the great and the good, rewardingly attentive. At the back, secure in the knowledge they were welcome at St. Martin’s whatever else was going on, were the sleeping, snoring homeless. St. Martin’s has endeared itself to me ever since; with its balance of religion, and community.

Part of this ethos had led, 65 years ago, to the free lunchtime concerts. At last I caught one, featuring Joo Yeon Sir and what a treat.

Joo Yeon Sir photograph by www.benjaminharte.com

Joo Yeon Sir (violin), acclaimed and award winning Korean born British violinist, has performed as soloist, recitalist and chamber musician at major venues across the UK. At the concert on 9^th January she was accompanied by Russian born Irina Andrievshy .So there I was, sitting in St. Martin’s again: did it disappoint?

Absolutely not, it was a tour de force.

As I sat towards the back, pre-concert, admiring the East Window created by Shirazeh Houshiary and Pip Horne with its etched mouth blown clear glass, I wondered if St Martin’s ethos of ‘all welcome’ still held good; especially in such a full house. Then I heard it… A homeless gentleman sitting in a pew across from me, asking where was God, loudly, and then rather more vehemently where the …. was he? Security arrived, a kindly security, who had a little chat, and the visitor left, amicably, to return halfway through the concert. A frisson ran round our area. He plonked himself in a congested pew, (they all were) getting everyone to shove up, and then settled to listen to the marvelous music, along with the rest of us. Perfection at all levels – again.

Joo Leon Sir had chosen to open the concert with Grave in style of F. Bach. I’m a great weeper when listening to the violin, because I find it the most beautiful of instruments, if played well. It was played, more than well, so things became blurred. What enhanced the piece was the glorious building. Both the playing and the architecture inspired awe.

Then it was the Sonata No 3 in C minor for Violin and Piano, which was beautifully and empathetically imagined and finally a Concert Fantasy on Gershwin’s Opera ‘Porgy and Bess’, which was cheeky, energetic and as haunting, as Gershwin always is.

Joo Yeon Sir plays not just with her fingers, but her whole body. She is a joy to listen to, and to watch. So, take the upcoming opportunity: Joo Yeon performs all ten of Beethoven’s sonatas for violin and piano, in a series of four rush-hour recitals at the Royal College of Music, starting 3^rd March.

Again, all recitals are free but tickets are required from the RCM Box Office. 020 7591 4314/ www.rcm.ac.uk/events Royal College of Music, Prince Consort Road, SW7 2BS.

Ariella Announced As Exclusive Sponsor Of Hollywood Red Carpet Awards Events On UK SKY And E! Channels

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Corinne Tuddenham-Finn

UK fashion brand Ariella takes over as the official and exclusive sponsor of all the Hollywood Red Carpet Awards events on UK SKY and E! channels throughout 2015.

The coverage includes The Oscars, The Grammies, The Emmys, The Golden Globe Awards and many more.

Ariella is the leading UK brand for cocktail, evening and special occasion wear. Founded in the swinging sixties in Carnaby St London, the brand has won wide acclaim, numerous Fashion awards and continues to grow ever stronger, creating irresistible fantasies in fashion.

Ariella is proud to announce that they are the UK TV sponsor for the following Award ceremonies and TV programmes in 2015 including The Oscars, Live from the Red Carpet, Fashion Police, Who wore it Better, Screen Actors Guild, Golden Globes, Emmys, Grammys, American Music Awards, Billboard Music Awards and People’s Choice Awards.

Ariella has produced a stunning advertising campaign as part of the sponsorship deal which sees ‘ARIELLA The Home of Red Carpet Fashion’ feature on Sky Network (all Sky channels), Sky Movies – Oscars channel, Sky Living, Sky News, Sky One, E!, Movies 24, Universal Channel and Syfy

You can see the advertisements air this weekend with the Golden Globes coverage.

Do you remember seeing this dress?

Darcey Bussell wore Ariella Couture’s “Angelina” dress as judge on Halloween night on the hit BBC One show “Strictly Come Dancing”

Darcey looked stunning on the Strictly judging panel alongside Len Goodman, Bruno Tonioli and Craig Revel, with Darcey choosing couture from London designers Ariella.

Darcey wore the “Angelina“, an asymmetric black, liquid effect sequined gown.

www.ariella.com

An Elegant Subject To Brooch…

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Corinne Tuddenham-Finn

The brooch is making a comeback for SS15 and Bentley & Skinner have some of the finest and unique pieces in the world.

Finally we can re-embrace the incredible versatility of the brooch.

For SS15, the brooch has been seen in the collections of Chanel, Céline and Oscar de la Renta, to name a few.

A brooch can accent any outfit and the range of designs is practically limitless.

By Royal Appointment to HRH Queen Elizabeth II and HRH Price of Wales and somewhat of a secret celebrity favourite, Bentley & Skinner brooches are used extensively for high-end glossy magazine shoots and

are available to purchase through their website.

Beautiful pearls, diamonds and enamels exquisitely set into gold and silver, modern delights and antique treasures.

Prices range from £1,250 to £225,000

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Amanda Seyfried: Being ‘Overweight’ Has Affected My Acting Career

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Catherine Balavage

Want to know how hard it is to be an actress? Then just look at how slim Amanda Seyfried is and then read her tweet below.

Fun fact: I almost lost out on several roles in my career because I was overweight. Wrong, America.

— Amanda Seyfried (@AmandaSeyfried)

The Mean Girls actress went on to say in an interview with Elle UK.: “I don’t have to look like a supermodel. I don’t have to have those abs, the camera doesn’t see that. But because we have all been designed to want these things, I’m a victim of this stuff, too. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t constantly aware of what I’m doing with my body.”

It is very disappointing that Hollywood, and the media in general, cannot get over their cookie cutter one-size-fits-all view of beauty. Amanda Seyfried is not ‘overweight’. I understand that you have to be in shape and healthy to act and the camera really does add 10 pounds, but the world would be a truly horrible world if we all looked the same. Hollywood: take note.

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Italian Festival – Come With Me & Meet Bafana By Amanda Brake, Frost’s Le Marche correspondent

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Margaret Graham

6th January Italian Festival – Come with me and meet Bafana. By Amanda Brake, Frost’s Le Marche correspondent.

We got up early on this glorious morning to do our normal hour of chopping wood for the fires. We have two fires. One heats the radiators, the other heats the hot water and is situated in the centre of our house keeping us warm. Our chopping and other chores finished, we relaxed, seduced by the warmth into staying inside. By mid-afternoon it really was time for us to kit up, and find where Bafana may be flying. But hang on, we were all feeling too cosy to adventure out into the cold, so stayed put for yet half hour.

Finally, shaking off our reluctance, we hurried into coats and boots, and we set off for our small town of Amandola . By the time we arrived things were just about getting started; in fact witches were everywhere.

There were many activities: balloon blowing, drawing for the children who created many and varied pictures of Bafana and over it all, music played. The walk had warmed us and we were all in the party mood as the atmosphere became more and more lively. As well as the games, which had begun for the kids, many of the girls had dressed as Befana, the witch.

It was a shame our boys were too shy to join at first but as more arrived and joined in the festivities so did they. Toys and sweets were finally given to all the children, and the band played their music into the night until reluctantly, we headed home.

So what is this festival? In Italy the festival is known as La Befana after the legendary old woman who delivers gifts on her broomstick. She is said to visit children on the eve of January 6 to fill their socks with sweets and presents if they have been good or a lump of coal or dark candy if they have been bad.

There are many versions. In Milan, authorities set up what they touted as the world’s longest Epiphany stocking – two kilometres long, it was made with thread derived from recycled bottles in the colours of this year’s world’s fair, Milan Expo 2015.

In Venice, a regatta is held in the Grand Canal with rowers dressed up as old women competing for best costume.
In Rome’s Piazza Navona, the holiday is focused on children with activities aimed at kids and the arrival of the three kings on horseback.
In the seafaring port city of Genoa, the Befana arrives on a water scooter, and Befana divers deposit a crown on the sea floor near Gallinara Island. Florence celebrates with a procession down the Arno River by 100 vessels from the city’s rowing club, while in Naples fire fighters organize a feast for children that also taught them about fire safety. In the southern city of Brindisi, the Hellenic Community carries out a traditional blessing of the port.

We look forward to next year’s local Bafana, at which we will meet our friends, and welcome in the New Year. I do hope that 2015 is a good one for all Frost readers.

Return Ticket To Ireland Please by Wendy Breckon

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Margaret Graham

The year is 1968, September, in the gentle mist on the dark, dark, sea. There I stand, age fifteen, on the top deck, watching the twinkling lights of Belfast harbour slowly vanishing. With an Ulster accent, a case crammed full of Irish potato bread and some ‘cracking’ memories, I am on my way to England’s green and pleasant land.

My return visits over the years have been frequent and much documented. Lingering walks by Loch Neigh, and gazing upon the beautiful Mourne Mountains. Ambling through Carlingford in search of the perfect Irish coffee. Following the haunting sound of the fiddle and an Irish voice or two to the nearest pub.

There is one place though that is more than magical. The small village of my roots, Scarva, (Scarbhach in Irish), in County Down. It is placed on the map beside County Armagh and marked by the Newry canal.

Visitors come by bike or foot, or the humble motor car, to relax by the water, to take refreshments or maybe like me, to people watch with a notebook not too far away. It’s a delightful way to spend a day.

My grandparents lived in a cottage with a small holding up a nearby lane. They grappled with mucky pigs, squawking hens, belligerent cows and needy sheep. Paradise!. Eventually they moved down to the village in the main street minus the livestock and the early hours. Here their new window on the world gave me many opportunities for writing a story or two., but I missed the early sound of the cockerel and the clanking of the milk churns. though I’m sure they didn’t.

In search of nostalgia, I recently revisited the now tumbled down and derelict Drumilla Cottage where the seeds of my writing first appeared. There it was … a crumbling reminder of a childhood spent amongst the fields and lanes of the delightful County Down.

We decided to take the winding road to Portadown, eight miles from Scarva in County Armagh. This used to be a small market town in the fifties and sixties, where I attended secondary school, Portadown College, until the age of fifteen.

One of the defining moments for me will always be the morning that Mary Peters (our ex Head Girl) hid behind the curtain on the school stage. Curious? So were we young first years. She had recently won a medal for Great Britain and Northern Ireland in the Pentathlon, so how on earth did she have the time to be here?

“Well, I’m sure you have no idea who is behind the curtain children?” Said our headmaster, mischievously.

“Could it be Jesus Christ sir?” said a brave lad in the front row.

Mary appeared with her warm, friendly grin clutching her medal. Everyone cheered.

“Go for what you want in life. Aim high. Never give up” she told us with great passion. We all nodded like a hundred puppy dogs in the back of a vintage camper van.

Later that morning, Mary visited my cookery class to judge a pastry rolling competition.

“Now then class, who can roll the longest piece of pastry for our local champion and there’s a prize …”.

I was off… the class were completely mesmerised. The long, thin, discoloured snake of pastry touched the ground, sweeping up the fluff at the bottom.

“And the shilling goes to Wendy, it’s a really good effort. Well done”.

“But it’s a wee bit dirty miss,” said one girl in a disgruntled manner.

“Colour doesn’t matter dear. It’s all about the attitude”, said the teacher passing me the shilling.

Mary Peters kissed me on the cheek and I got to hold the shiny medal.

As the car ambles through the winding roads on the way back to the ferry, there was much laughter as I recall this and other moments, to him beside me. We both agree, not just because I was born there, that Ireland is magical, mystical and magnificent. If you haven’t been before why not cross over the Irish Sea this year. Drive to the North or to the South for a short while or even longer. Just say, “RETURN TICKET TO IRELAND PLEASE”.