Habanero and Mango Jam

 

The combination of sweet tangy mango and habanero makes this jam a versatile addition to your everyday eating.

I use it to accompany scrambled eggs, on a cheese board, in some of my curries, and alongside chicken.

Ingredients

2 large mangos or 2 tins of mangos drained.

4 habanero peppers (more if you like it hotter), stems, and seeds removed and chopped roughly. You can use chillies or a combination of whatever you have.

An amount of sugar that is equivalent to the amount of mango and chilli once they have been pureed.  ( I try and use jam-setting sugar). If you don't have jam-setting sugar you may want to add pectin. Adding a setting agent means that you don't have to boil your jam for hours, consequently losing much of the jam through evaporation.

2 tablespoons of lemon or lime juice.

Method

1. Wash your jars and lids then place them in a hot oven to sterilise. I just wash the lids and leave them.

2. Pop a small dish in the freezer for jam testing later on.

3. Put the mangos, and chopped habanero into a blender or food processor and pulse until they have broken down into a sloppy mush.

4. Add the mango, and habanero mix to a pot with the lemon juice and sugar (and pectin if required).

5. Bring to a rolling boil, stirring frequently.

6. Take the jars out of the oven and place on a heatproof chopping board

7. When the jam is thick pop a little dob on the cold dish that you earlier placed in the freezer. As it cools it should look  'jammy'.

8. Spoon the jam into the hot jars and seal tightly.

The longer you leave this jam, the better it gets! That is if you can resist the temptation!

 London Day 3 & 4 and a wedding!

The weather in London was great, mainly blue skies and temperatures of around 19 degrees. Our winter woollies have stayed in our cases and won’t be coming out until we return to our New Zealand winter.

When we were last here in 2010 Lance and I enjoyed a trip to Camden Market, so I decided that I would train out to Camden town once again.  

The market supposedly opened at 10am, but half of the stalls were not open until much later. And after about an hour I decided that Camden Markets no longer hold the same charm as they once did. It was a much more commercial market with shop after shop of the same merchandise and only a few here and there that had something worthwhile.

I had downloaded the Underground app when still in New Zealand so that I could easily access the train information. But we both found the Maps app on our phone to be much more helpful. The information was really specific, what line to take, how many stops, and when trains were due. So it was very easy for me to jump on the train at Camden town and arrive at Borough Market with one train change on the way.

Borough Market Fish Monger

Borough Market is a food market almost directly under London Bridge. I wish I had got there earlier as it was packed wall to wall with people. Or maybe this was fortunate because I would have wanted to buy all sorts of food that would have been no use to us here.

I did manage to purchase some lovely cheese and bread that would serve as our evening meal and went up to London Bridge where I spotted the Tower Bridge which made me finally feel like a tourist in London.

Lance in the other hand had sat in Soho Square which, was a little park just along from our hotel, and did some people watching. Then popped into a Vietnamese street food restaurant which was also close by and then flowed up with a pint at The George.

That evening we went to a show, which was also just around the corner. Ain’t Too Proud was the story of the Temptations and we loved every minute of it. The singing and dancing was great and of course it was music that we know and love. 

Yes that is a new green jacket that I am wearing.

The next day we joined our friend Emma who we had met on a trip to Vietnam in 2014. She had planned an action packed day that she quickly changed to accommodate our situation. And after a bite to eat we went to another show. Hamilton has been our list to see so we welcomed the opportunity. 

The show was fast paced and initially I found it difficult to follow. But once I adapted to the rhythm I started to understand the story. Unfortunately my knowledge American history is not robust enough to have been able to follow it completely, but the music, dancers and costumes made up for my lack of knowledge. The music was a blend of rap, jazz and R & B. There were only a couple of small narrations that were not rapped or sung. It was very clever and I imagine very difficult to ad lib if an actor forgot their lines. 

After the show Emma took us to Dishoom for dinner. Dishoom has a blend of Iranian and Indian food and not only was the food delicious but the staff were really lovely and so well organised from the minute we arrived to queue for dinner.  We would highly recommend this place. 

For dessert Emma got us back to Soho and nice and close to our hotel. Bilmonte sells gelato that is creamy and rich. I really didn’t think that I could fit in another morsel but the chocolate gelato just a slipped in and fortunately it wasn’t served in a Sicilian bun like some there other patrons were consuming!

The next morning we packed an overnight case and left our large cases at the hotel. We were off to Essex to attend a wedding! 

Lance’s family were in the UK for the wedding so it was a great catch up with UK dwellers and NZ travellers. 

We had booked a room at the venue, ‘Ye Olde Plough House’ a few months earlier and went for the executive suit rather than a standard room. We also arranged an early checkin as the usual check in time is the same time as the 2pm wedding. 

On arriving in our room Lance said that the woman at reception had said that it was a standard room. But by then we were starting to unpack and thought we would just leave it. Later when Lance’s brother checked in he was given the executive suit! We couldn’t be bothered changing and our current room was number 17 which was close to the reception area, Matt’s executive room was number 72 and would have take a week for Lance to walk there so it all turned out well. And Matt bought the drinks all night! 

Lance escorting his elderly relations, but I think they may have been escorting him!

The wedding was lovely and I think we both shed a little tear at differences points. It was very much like any NZ wedding except the toast master was wearing a gorgeous tailed coat.  And he and his wife were everywhere organising and checking that everyone was okay. 

Thanks so much to Mark and Jo for having us. 

London Day 1 & 2

 

We grabbed a taxi in Edinburgh with a couple of kiwis that had been on our tour and headed for the Waverley train station to board the fast train to London. When I say fast, it still took over five hours.

The train station was vast but well organised and we sat for a coffee and cake while we awaited for our platform to be shared on the screen, because of course we were way early.

I took a wander to check out some horns that we could hear bearing played and came across a couple of guys on the platform with a trombone and a trumpet, they appeared to be just warming up as they waited for their train. Maybe they do this every morning? But it sounded great, just imagine the scales being played in a huge train station, great acoustics.

Spot the horn

When it was time to find our platform I asked the guy directing people on platform 2 where we stand for coach J. He replied “Just go around the bend” to which I replied, “Oh I’m already around the bend!”

Fortunately he got my joke and smiled and said I need to be a bit more around the bend for coach J.

The train ride was pretty painless, were were sitting at a table and had about 20 young American girls who were doing a University tour sitting with us. 

Flying along on the train

After we had hurtled back down into England we arrived at Kings Cross Station. I wish that I had my phone ready when a very reverent looking priest in black gowns and a very large gold crucifix hanging from his neck dived into the taxi ahead of us. As he opened the door to the cab I noticed that the whole side of the cab was covered in a scantily clad underwear model. She lay along the full length of the cab. It could have been out of a comedy show.

Arrived in London and in the taxi. 

As the finale to our tour of the United Kingdom and Ireland we planned a week in London to see and do as much as we possibly could. Months of YouTube clips had filled our travel planner with all sorts of sights, bars and eateries.

But this story took a different turn.

Lance’s knee had got progressively worse throughout the trip, and he was only able to walk, well I hesitate to use the word comfortably, for about 100 meters maximum. An email has been sent to the doctor to line up an MRI as soon as possible when we get home.

Fortunately our hotel was very central in Soho so we had a variety of eating places close by and the train station was just a stones throw away. But we were still very limited in what we could do. The Resident, was recommended by friends and was perfect although our room was small. But I guess that is what it is like in central London. 

The Resident Hotel

When we walked out on to our street at around 6:30pm I thought that there must have been some sort of gathering on. The noise of the crowd hit me first, it was like half time at a football match. And people were all milling around on the footpath and oozing onto the narrow road. And . . . They were just all having a pint at the pub! This seems to be the thing to do, stand outside and drink. At most of the pubs that we passed the same arrangement was happening. We were told that it was because there were not enough seats inside. But later on in the week we ventured into one of these pubs and there were plenty of seats! I think that they just like standing out on the footpath.

And this was not a busy night!

Dinner on our first night was at a place recommended by a friend who is a fellow foodie. 

Entering Temper you have no idea what you are in for. The lobby is quiet and modern with a guy at the desk. But as he leads you downstairs the whole game changes. 

We were placed at the counter, which at first I was disappointed about, but that only lasted for a millisecond. The counter surrounded the fire pit that was filled with flames and great smells and the food had a Mezcal vibe.

The food and service was fantastic. All meat is sourced locally and I was surrounded by baskets of veges artfully arranged as if no one had arranged them. We loved everything and recommend you visit if you are in an area where they have a restaurant.

A plan was hatched to find some more sedentary activities for Lance while I did a bit of exploring by myself. One of Lance’s activities was to go to a Matinee show, and he managed to see ‘Back to the Future - the musical’ which is a family favourite and funnily enough he watched all three movies back-to-back on the long flight here from New Zealand.

On our first full day I spent the morning shopping on Oxford Street and then went to the British Museum in the afternoon. My feet were screaming!  There was a noticeable change in the people around me with more of an ethnic mix, not including tourists. And of course a huge range of ‘types’. I loved looking at the array of clothing that adorned some of people.

We met back at our hotel and Lance had been more adventurous than me and had caught a bus and a train. We had an Oyster card each which is an essential item when in London as you can use it on buses, the Tube, tram, DLR, London Overground, most of the Elizabeth line, IFS Cloud Cable Car and Thames Clippers River Bus services. 

Dinner that night was at a beautiful restaurant call Mere. Click on this link to read my review.

Last afternoon in Edinburgh

On our last afternoon in Edinburgh I got dropped into the city as I had booked a tour at ‘The Real Mary King’s Close’. I really had no idea what it was but it had been recommended by a Scottish friend. One of our tour buddies joined me which was good because it was kind of creepy. 

I couldn’t get photos as they are not allowed, but have a couple that I have borrowed.

‘The Real Mary King’s Close‘ is located at the higher end of the Royal Mile where tiny lanes are called ‘close’ and named after important people of the time. It was unusual for anything to be named for a woman who was not of royal descent however, Mary King was the widow of a prominent man and continued to run the merchant business. 

Close is the Scottish name for ancient alleyway and they run a labyrinth through this part of Edinburgh. 

The narrow streets appeared to be underground, but back in the 1600s were at ground level. Over time the city buildings were built above ground however, they would have still been a grim place to live and work. 

This was a time before the toilet was available and the slop buckets were thrown out into the close, and the barn like rooms that held the animals also flowed down into the cobbles. The cry of “Gardyloo” was the warning that the slop was about to be flung.  I guess that is where the word loo must have come from for toilet.

Our guide shared terrible tales of the plague and the suffering. Dr George Rae was Edinburgh’s official plague doctor and had an an unusual take of managing to stay safe from infection. He wore clothes and a coat made of leather and a beak like mask that had the beak filled with herbs to mask the terrible stench. The leather suit was impenetrable and the plague germs could not reach him. Remember that this was a couple of hundred years before the germ theory was discovered, so he was way before his time in his thinking. He would not touch his patients, but prod them with his walking cane.

I do recommend a visit to The Real Mary King’s Close if you are in Edinburgh.

Wandering down the Royal Mile I spotted a woman who I thought was wearing a face mask with tiny ornaments hanging off it, but when I got closer I saw that they were piercings. I recall that I have used a photo of this woman from Google as a creative writing prompt for my students. Apparently she is the most pierced woman, and has over 15,000 piercings! This is a photo of her that I have borrowed from Google as I was too shy to ask her and also she looks a bit scary.

That evening we arranged to meet with some of our tour friends. As the tour had finished most had departed for far off places. So the remaining six joined us at a local pub Torfin for dinner. The food was really great and the service exceptional. 

After a couple of drinks back at the hotel we all retired for the evening and Lance and I were to be boarding a train to London the following morning.

Mere - Monica Galetti’s London restaurant

I have been a Monica Galetti fan since watching her on the TV programme Amazing Hotels. I enjoyed her honest and human approach to things and then one day I saw that she was wearing a pounamu necklace (NZ greenstone). A quick google revealed that she is one of ours,  Monica is Samoan and grew up in NZ. She has also been a judge on the BBC Masterchef show.

So it is no surprise that we made a booking at her London based restaurant months ago.

Mere is Monica’s mother’s name and also the French word mother so it was a perfect choice for her and her husband’s South Pacific French style cuisine.

On arrival we were invited into the lounge for a drinks and an opportunity to peruse the menu. The wine list was not offered at that time so I chose a blueberry fusion with gin, blueberry syrup and champagne foam. It was delicious but at £17 one would have to suffice. Lance had a beer which he seemed to enjoy. These were served with a small bowl of marmite popcorn.

We chose the A la carte menu as it had scallops and lobster, both of which are favourites of Lance.

Bread and marmite butter were served and the marmite butter was really delicious, sweet and salty at the same time.

A couple of aperitifs arrived by surprise. The first were some ham and cheese balls with truffle oil. I could smell the truffle oil immediately and passed mine to Lance, as I don’t like truffle oil, who said they were nice.

Then a couple of little spinach cones with a filling of some sort of chopped nut in the tip and a delicious foam that tasted of lemon and basil. 

These went down a treat, although a small seed of doubt formed in my head that they were serving us the tasting menu by mistake. But not to worry, our starters arrived, along with my New Zealand Pegasus Bay Pinot Noir.

I chose the veal cheek pasta in a peanut and elderflower foam and pear purée. Surprisingly the pasta was like a sausage shaped ravioli with the foam in the centre. It was outstanding.

Lance of course chose the hand dived scallops with shimeji mushroom, clementines and a mushroom veloute. I was a bit surprised because Lance detests mushrooms. 

The scallops arrived and the waiter was just about to pour the mushroom veloute when Lance finally clicked that is was mushroom. Fortunately he managed to stop him before he poured what was probably the most delicious mushroom veloute all over his scallops.

The scallops were served without their roe which appears to be the norm everywhere except New Zealand.  And the teeny tiny mushrooms sat among the citrus like they were scattered in a garden.  Lance said it was all lovely and the tiny mushrooms did not taste like mushrooms. He had got over excited when he saw scallops on the menu and failed to register the inclusion of his nemesis, the dreaded mushroom.

When choosing my main I decided to be adventurous and have something that I had never tried before, Anjou pigeon. 

The pigeon was served three ways. the breast was very much like duck and Cooked nicely on the rare side. I was surprised to see how red the meat was rather than white like chicken. The skin had been rendered until it was perfectly crispy and a surprisingly hearty pigeon broth was poured around the pigeon breast and beetroot. 

On a seperate dish came the tempura leg that resembled an apple with a stalk and leaf. The stalk was actually the leg bone and a little ball of meaty thigh was in cased in a crispy bread coating. The cabbage was a ‘hispi’ cabbage which is a pointed cabbage and funnily we had some the night before. Layered between the cabbage was shredded pigeon and it more of a gamey taste.

All in all I have found that I do like pigeon as all of this was delicious.

Lance’s lobster was a Scottish lobster served with black garlic, mango and puntarelle. We had to ask the waiter about the puntarelle as it was new to us, and he explained that it is a pointy leaf vegetable that is similar to chickory.

Lance orders lobster or crayfish every chance he gets and he said that this lobster was delicately undercooked which is just how he likes it. If we hadn’t been out at a posh place I think that he may have licked the plate.

The mango that was served with the lobster was served separately in a tart shell and the pastry was incredibly light and adorned with garlic flowers to add a burst of savoury.

I just could not fit desert in, but did manage a glass of New Zealand Pegasus Bay late harvest riesling which slid down nicely.

Lance had the Hokey Pokey which was described as ‘a take on a kiwi treat’. 

Manjeri cremeaux, salted toffee and honeycombed ice cream. The little drops of honeycombe were unexpectedly chewy and not the crisp Hokey Pokey that we have at home. But it was delicious. 

And lastly a couple of little monogrammed chocolates, but by this time we were bulging!

It was a really lovely meal, the service was exceptional and little Pasifika and Kiwi pieces adorned the restaurant.

We did need to slow it down though and asked for more time between courses. This needed to be an evening event and not a quick bite.

We came away with full belly’s and empty pockets.

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