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Contemporary vegetarian food without a lentil in sight. Enjoy will appeal to vegetarians, certainly, but also to the large numbers of people who like eating fresh, full-flavoured, original food which just happens not to have meat or fish in it. Nadine Abensur is one of the most original vegetarian food writers working today. Born in Morocco of French-Jewish parents, her food influences stretch from North Africa to Asia. Now living largely in Australia, Nadine has created a collection of recipes which re-define vegetarian food. Dishes such as Chickpea and Broad Bean Salad with Cumin, Paprika and Lemon or Cinnamon-scented Pilaf with Fennel and White Chocolate and Pistachio Crme Brulee burst with flavour and colour. The dishes cover all the times of the week cooks need to cater for from quick post-work dinners to laid-back lunches with friends when you might want to prepare lots of small dishes for everyone to tuck into. Photographed in Australias Byron Bay, the pages are full of light, sun and conviviality. Teaching cookery courses, Nadine is very aware of where cooks can go wrong with a recipe or which ingredients need some explanation, for example, so her recipes are wonderfully user-friendly. Contents
  • Ingredients
    • Brunch and Beyond
    • Wind-down suppers
    • Go for the Burn
    • Party Time
    • Sweet Things
    • Tea time
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    For my parents and for Noah Contents We - photo 1

    For my parents and for Noah Contents We left Morocco when I was - photo 2

    For my parents and for Noah


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    We left Morocco when I was eight nearly nine There were humiliations and - photo 3


    We left Morocco when I was eight, nearly nine. There were humiliations and excruciating moments, such as the time, a few days into my first week at an English school, when a blond, pink-faced child came to me holding out a pair of white cotton socks. I had come to school in little French sandals, straight from Le Printemps, white and open-toed with sweet fringed details. My Mummy says you can have these if youre too poor to buy socks. I swear these were the first words of English I learned. Poor? I wanted to shout. Poor? We had servants and a villa and a life you couldnt even dream of. I defiantly came to school without socks on for the rest of the summer.

    But what could I do about the food? Lunchtime after lunchtime was spent on the stage in front of the whole school because I could not swallow the revolting rice pudding, the lumpy semolina, the nauseating banana custard to this day I cannot bear to be in the same room as a cooked banana. I cried till the rice pudding ran watery and cold, and was eventually released when the bell rang for class again. I learned to hide food in pockets and handkerchiefs like the most compulsive anorexic.

    Home, thank God, was a different story. My mother, who had never needed to cook before, took to the kitchen with some reluctance but great skill. And though she was now a working mother of three, with a big job in Knightsbridge, she brought the cooking of French, only-just-post-colonial Casablanca with her, consulting the few relatives who had made this unlikely migration, sometimes even those in Paris, Washington and Montreal. And it took some doing, finding fennel and pumpkin, artichokes and salsify, celeriac and fresh petits pois, in Richmond-upon-Thames circa 1966.

    She made gratins and souffls, tarts and crpes (these always in big piles, which she counted out in batches often and froze, to thaw over a pan of boiling water when the time came). And for festivals and special occasions, there were day-long preparations of couscous with its seven vegetables, bstilla with poussins, tagines with prunes, onions and almonds, kfita and pastelles, cumin-braised vegetables, and salads of all kinds. My parents were not rich but they had no concept of frugality or economy not when it came to food (or gorgeous clothes, or much else really).

    And nowhere more grandly and magnificently than when they entertained. I recently read an article by a well-known American author in which she questioned the motives for going to great lengths when entertaining. Was it to impress, she wondered, and what did that say? To my parents, this would be an outrageous and incomprehensible line of thought. Very clearly it is to please, to delight, to give and yes, to do ones best not just to give but to give as much as one is capable of giving.

    Our housewarming party (I was eleven by then) was a grand affair and my parents worked at it for days, perhaps weeks. The best solid-silver French cutlery is being used, and the tablecloth, with its garlands of multicoloured sweet peas, exquisitely embroidered for my mothers trousseau by my Great-aunt Phoebe, is laid out, all crisply starched. It is a rarity, the work delightfully and impossibly fine. There are flowers everywhere, crystal glasses as delicate as can be for us children to make sing. There are great silver filigree platters, designed with the entertainment of large numbers in mind. There are numerous apritifs and canaps, which I have had a hand in assembling. It goes on and on. Someone, an English relative, says it is a lovely spread. Spread? The word jars terribly. My heart sinks a little. Is that how you describe it? I ask myself. This is a banquet and a feast, celebration and ceremony. I look at the guests rather piteously and cant hear the word even now without a slight shudder of horror and disappointment. The word buffet, with its emphasis on the first syllable like shoeshine, has the same effect. I didnt plan a career in food in fact a part of me is still waiting to go back to my first love, psychology. But the culinary legacy of my childhood had a very long arm and I am still driven to communicate the unique skills and attitudes that were handed down to me. Ive done this in various ways over the last twenty years. I ran a vegetarian catering business for eight years, which of course meant organising and cooking for party after party. I treated each one as if it were my very own celebration, my very own feast. I worked till I dropped. When I became food director of the vegetarian restaurant group Cranks, I tried to imbue the food there with a different aesthetic, a new finesse, and then I put it all into my books, hoping again to reach a receptive audience. Now I teach hands-on cookery classes from my home, which overlooks the green hills of northern New South Wales, and I feel in my element. There is a conviviality and bonhomie in the classes that I couldnt have predicted, and an amazing warmth that brings all sorts of different people together and makes cooking the lively, communal activity its supposed to be. There is a spirit of co-operation and creativity that everyone loves and responds to. Sometimes people laugh so much they have tears running down their faces. Its just amazing. So you can understand why I frequently teach corporate groups on a team-building exercise, why supper groups have formed as a result of the classes, and why people leave feeling a little less afraid of the kitchen than they were before. At the end of every class we all sit down together at my long table and eat the fruits of our labour yet another feast!

    Im now in the fortunate and unusual position of writing a book across two - photo 4

    Im now in the fortunate and unusual position of writing a book across two continents. I am familiar with the shops and ingredients of both, so I feel as if Ive become a sort of go-between, introducing to each the good foods of the other, and making adjustments where necessary. For instance, Turkish bread as it is produced in Australia is delicious the dough pillowy and light, the crust soft and studded with sesame seeds, a fantastically versatile product. It is available in the UK in areas with sizeable Greek communities but not as readily as in Australia, so I suggest ciabatta as an alternative that is, until someone picks up the baton and starts to make it in the UK on the same scale as they do in Australia. Asian ingredients are, of course, very easy to get in Australia and I now take them completely for granted. I know they arent always so easy to find in the UK, so I suggest substituting brown sugar for palm sugar, if necessary, or cinnamon for cassia bark. And, of course, there are everyday ingredients available on both continents that simply have different names aubergines/eggplants, for example. In the recipes, the Australian terminology follows the English in brackets.


    How I Shop

    Like everyone who enjoys cooking and eating, I love using fresh produce. I like to know where it has been grown and even who has grown it. It awakens my palate and my enthusiasm for cooking every time.

    I havent specified organic ingredients at every turn in the recipes in this book but I want to say it now, loudly and clearly: organic is best. The Chinese talk of Chi in food life itself and this is what I look for when I buy organic food. I simply feel that it has more life in it. It has been grown without the use of chemicals, in ways that arent harmful to the environment, and some recent studies have shown that it is likely to contain more nutrients than non-organic food.

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