I was recently offered a chance to receive some Abel & Cole food free of charge in exchange for a review on my blog. The PR lady who contacted me clearly had no idea that my readership is composed almost entirely of people I am related to or friends with, my mother being my most avid follower.
Since my flat mate and I both work we needed to have a delivery slot outside working hours but this unfortunately wasn’t possible. The PR lady helpfully suggested that the box could be left with one of our neighbours but I am ashamed to say I laughed heartily at this proposition. I’m a Londoner; I couldn’t recognise my neighbours in a line-up so I’m hardly going to pop over and ask them to look after my organic produce for me. I decided that since the delivery was such a hassle I might as well retain a shred of integrity and cancel the order.
The organic Gods intervened, creating an administrative error that meant on a sunny Friday morning I received a phone call advising me that a box of mixed fruit and vegetables had been left by my front door. Fortunately I was in the area and able to pop home but this would not usually have been the case. Perhaps I am cynical but I am sure the box would have been stolen if I hadn’t dashed home as soon as I could. The box was placed quite openly by our front door and was so jam-packed that a leafy bunch of beetroots was bursting from the top. Who wouldn’t be tempted by that?
Inside there were broad beans in the pod, clementines, lettuce, carrots, potatoes, onions, rhubarb, courgettes, a mini watermelon and loads of earth. Literally clumps of mud. I think it’s not unfair to say you are probably paying quite a premium for the earth and the associated feelings of organic superiority. My carrots are not generic EU carrots but muddy, earthy Jamie Oliver carrots. This veg is very ‘now’ just like the M&S regimented batons sheathed in plastic were quite the thing a few years ago.
So anyway, it’s all lovely stuff and I was very pleased to have it but if I was paying the £15.95 price tag I would prefer some earth to be brushed of as I ended up with a muddy floor. There was no one around to see me covered in my aspirational veggie mud so I felt it was a little wasted.
For the next week I existed in a state of perpetual panic about all this food since I was totally unprepared for its arrival and there was so much of it. I quite enjoyed adapting recipes to use up what was in the box. I sent the broad beans and half the beetroot and carrots to my parents. My sister used all the onions to make an onion tart with lardons that was delicious. I used the beetroot raw, cut julienne with some pear and served as a salad with feta cheese. My sister stayed with me and placed an order for Eton Mess. I improvised and used rhubarb instead of strawberries, much to her annoyance. I have managed to use almost everything a week and one day later. Only the watermelon remains sitting rather forlornly in its fruit bowl for one.
If you work from home and have a family to feed then I would recommend Abel & Cole. Unfortunately the delivery didn’t work for me and in any case shopping for food is on of my great pleasures which I am not in any rush to relinquish to a third party.
Rhubarb & Rose Water Eton Mess
Serves 4
1. Make some meringue for the mess. Whisk 2 egg whites to stiff peaks. Gradually whisk in 4 oz caster sugar about one tablespoon at a time. At this point I added 1 tsp of rose water and some pink food colouring because, God damn it, I wanted pink meringues. I cooked the meringues in an oven pre-heated to 180c for an hour and then left them in the oven to cool with the door slightly ajar.
2. Cook some rhubarb in rose water syrup. Make the syrup with equal quantities water and sugar and a teaspoon of rose water.
3. When you are ready to assemble the dish whisk 250 ml double cream with 2 tablespoons of icing sugar to make chantilly cream. Break the meringue into the cream and stir through the poached rhubarb.
The rose infused meringues that you brought to the family bbq on Sunday were seriously good. Bad things could happen if a trayful of those were placed within grabbing distance… I don’t think I could ever go back to eating a ‘normal’ meringue now!
Thank you Felicity, only just picking up on these comments now. Bottle of rose water I bought from Waitrose is great. I was hesitant as it cost about £4 for a tiny amount but it lasts for ages and I have used it in so much stuff. Also, I have some raw beetroot again so I’m going to try your dish for dinner sometime this week. x
By the way, with the beetroot you gave to Mum and Papa I made a starter last night.
I gentley fried the beetroot in balsamic vinegar for about an hour (this was with the raw beetroot) whilst frying some pine nuts in honey and some lemon juice (about 5mins).
Once the beetroot was cooked I mixed in the pine nuts and some sliced spring onions and placed and thin slice of goats cheese on top. I then put this under the grill until the cheese went brown and started to bubble.
Very simple but the flavour combinations are a real hit.
Have you looked up ‘Huge Stools’ recipe for Beetroot Brownies? They are easy peasy and scrumdidilliocious.
Christine, by Huge Stools I assume you mean Hugh Fernley-Wernley? I have not tried them because I don’t actualy like chocolate enough to bother making brownies more than once every few years. I realise that must be shocking to you what with your family practically injecting it directly into the blood stream. Does is work like a carrot or courgette cake in principle? x