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After one abortive attempt last year, I can finally say that I have made my own bacon – and very good it is too.

Shown below with some salt and juniper berries, I used the recipe given in Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s “The River Cottage Meat Book” (it’s an excellent book and I highly recommend it!).

Home cured and smoked bacon

Home made bacon - shown with Juniper berries and salt

It’s a simple enough recipe.  In a non-metallic container, mix 1kg coarse salt, a few bay leaves (crumbled), about 20 juniper berries (crushed), 200g soft brown sugar and 25g coarsely ground black pepper.  Hugh’s recipe says 2 teaspoons of saltpeter (potassium nitrate), but that’s no longer available in this country due to the threat of terrorists blowing up our small goods.

And then the fun starts.

Get hold of some good pork belly.  Mr Fearnley-Whittingstall says organic, rare-breed pig if possible but – as this was my first try – I just found your average bog-standard pork belly and bought two chunks.  I rubbed handfuls of the mix into the meat and put it into a large plastic lidded container in the fridge.  The next day, I emptied out the juice that had collected, re-rubbed the meat and put it back.  I did this for the 5 days recommended in the book and then washed them, dried them, and popped the meat into my Webber BBQ after I’d finished roasting some chickens and the coals were well burned down.  I put some smoking pellets into foil and put these on the coals, went away and had a drink or two and came back in the evening to find some of the most luscious meat possible waiting for me.  You’re supposed to let them sit 3 days before smoking but I confess that I forgot this step.  Oh well.

I devoured several chunks while it was still warm – both as a safety and a quality check.  I’m still alive a week later and it’s still delicious, so I guess it passes muster.

If you try this at home, you MUST remember a few important things;

  • Hygiene.  Wash your containers, counters and cutting boards, bleach them if possible, and ensure that your hands are clean at all times.
  • Salt.  You cannot skimp on the salt.  You are relying on the salt not just to add flavour, but also to both remove enough water from the meat and to salt the meat so that bacteria and other nasties cannot infest it.
  • Freshness.  Purchase the meat on the day you intend to start.  Don’t leave it sitting around in the fridge for a few days while you dither about.

So there you go!

There’s a few things that I’d change the next time I make this.  I think I’d add some more aromatics to the cure – I skimped on the juniper berries (pictured) and I shouldn’t have.  I also used mesquite wood chips to smoke the meat (because that’s all I had at the time) but it probably would have worked slightly better if I’d been organised enough to buy a more traditional bacon smoking wood, like hickory or apple.

So far I’ve used the bacon in a truly kick-ass Boeuf Bourguignon last night (beat that, Julia Child!), Caesar Salad and also with scrambled eggs (I LOVE crispy bacon stirred into the egg mix).

No store-bought bacon ever tasted like this – it has an incredibly rich, meaty flavour that is almost too porky.  Just as some offal can be so strong-tasting as to be almost offensive, this really is intense.  The five days in the salt left it well-seasoned, and it isn’t over-salted at all, although if you use it in a recipe, be sure to cut back any additional salt.

I’m calling this one a success.

YUM!!!

…..these are a few of my LEAST favourite things!

C’mon people!  What’s going on out there??  Where has the ingenuity gone and why have many fantastic cook/bloggers become style plagiarists???

Trussed chickens, turkeys or stitched-up legs of charceuterie – all perfectly normal.  The crusty baguette, tied up with kitchen string – I can give that one a pass.  The stacks of cookies tied up with a pretty ribbon were cute the first couple of times, but now you can’t look on any of the food porn aggregators without encountering taffeta, raffia, silk and twine-bestrewn bundles.

But the final straw came today.  Hotdog franks, slit in half and stuffed with sliced cheese and jalapenos.  Tied together with bog-standard kitchen string.

What next?  Macarons trussed into a stack with hemp rope?  Madelaines bound tightly into a tower with shoelaces?   Full points for effort and all, but I think it distracts from the food and just looks plain silly.

Folks, just like stuffing god-knows-what into a glass, calling it a “verrine” and pretending you’ve invented a whole new civillisation, this is a gimmick and it’s been done before.  Let it go.  Move on.

(…says Miss Boring, who can’t remember the last time she bothered to tie anything edible together since using a cable-tie to secure a cheesecloth full of new cheese and whey…)

I’m not dead.  I’m just caught up in various bits of stuff.

If someone had only thought to tell me that Yakult ™ tastes sort of like lemon cheesecake, I would have been sucking those little gulp things down YEARS ago.

Instead of – you know – waiting until I was feeling like death to start being all probiotic and stuff.

I’m tired of Winter. It’s been the coldest, hardest winter I can remember.  (Well, as cold and hard as it gets in Australia).  There was sleet in Sydney, for heavens sake!!!! 

For the first time in my life I’m actually pining for the hot weather to come, even though I know that I’ll completely die the first day it goes over 30C.  Something in me wants salads and plenty of fruit.  I want to eat Thai and Vietnamese foods, slurp on mangoes, make sorbets and generally schlep around the house in a loose, flowing kaftan. 

(Speaking of mangoes, I found a photo that I took late last year and I’m reposting it to cheer myself up…  Roll on Summer!!!!!)

Mango Tray

Mango Tray

(Recipe for mango sorbet is here with another delicious photo….)

This has certainly been the year for changes, I guess.  I wonder what else is in the pipeline?