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Braised ribs, potato salad and plum crostata: Sophie Hansen’s potluck-friendly recipes | Australian food and drink

Braised ribs, potato salad and plum crostata: Sophie Hansen’s potluck-friendly recipes | Australian food and drink

Published by skeptic

Braised beef short ribs This a recipe from my friend Ree Booth and it’s an absolute winner. It’s easy to bring together, tastes wonderful and is a substantial main – a great dish to take to any gathering. It travels well too. Try to time the cooking so the ribs will be done just before heading out the door. They should keep their heat for a while but, if you have access to a hotplate or an oven, give them a quick reheat just before serving. Or to help keep it warm, wrap the casserole dish in a couple of tea towels and ensure the lid is securely tied down, then tuck it into a laundry basket with some towels to keep as much heat in as possible. ‘An absolute winner’: braised beef short ribs. Photograph: Sophie Hansen Prep 20 min, plus marinatingCook 4-6 hoursServes 6-8 1.2kg beef short ribs2 handfuls green beans, trimmed For the marinade3 tbsp olive oil1 tbsp chopped fresh thyme leaves2 garlic cloves, crushed1 tbsp smoked paprika½ tsp cayenne pepper1 tbsp …

Plum Village: Meet the 78-year-old keeping alive one of Singapore’s last Hakka restaurants

Plum Village: Meet the 78-year-old keeping alive one of Singapore’s last Hakka restaurants

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“Maybe we were too ambitious,” he said as he reflected on the restaurant’s misstep in 2021 – the year Singapore started recovering from the pandemic and Chinese New Year gatherings shrunk. Considering the restaurant received 232 orders for the festivities, they should have started the year off right. Instead, a series of unfortunate events unfolded. “The delivery men swarmed into the restaurant once the orders were ready, and all our safe distancing measures flew out of the window. I left my post in the kitchen to do crowd control, which turned out to be the biggest mistake.” Long story short, chaos ensued and about a third of the orders went unfulfilled. That evening, seventy odd families stared at the empty spot on the table where their Poon Choi should have been. “I thought: Oh no! People weren’t getting their reunion dinners – that wouldn’t do. Our phone rang furiously and none of my female employees dared to answer.” The restaurant made the headlines on the second day of Chinese New Year, which Lai spent calling …

Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling

Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling

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in the throat before a cry. It is my father, changing his god because my mother asked. After the baptism, his curly hair wet and cold like an animal caught out in the snow. Fleeing from my grandmother, who rushed after him with butcher knives not yet wiped clean of pigeon meat, the untucked bits of her hijab licking the air behind her like a shadow. You need to go back to Egypt, she had said. Sometimes, home is not a home, but a claw lodged inside you. A river you step into because it holds light. You are waist deep, wading in what mauls you and also what loves you. You leave home and become riptide. What I have become has beheaded what I was before. I carry the head, knocked loose and bodiless, as I would a plum, careful not to crush it in my palm, careful not to gag its cry. Source link