Thursday, 14 September 2017

running



I hit the road with a sickening thud.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I’m running? I don’t have a clue.
On cold days I guess I think about how cold it is. And about the heat on hot days. When I’m sad I think a little about sadness. When I’m happy I think a little about happiness. As I mentioned before, random memories come to me too. And occasionally, hardly ever, really, I get an idea to use in a novel. But really as I run, I don’t think much of anything worth mentioning.
I just run. I run in a void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in order to acquire a void. But as you might expect, an occasional thought will slip into this void. People’s minds can’t be a complete blank. Human beings’ emotions are not strong or consistent enough to sustain a vacuum. What I mean is, the kinds of thoughts and ideas that invade my emotions as I run remain subordinate to that void. Lacking content, they are just random thoughts that gather around that central void. 
The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky as always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky. The sky both exists and doesn’t exist. It has substance and at the same time doesn’t. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in."
What I talk about when I talk about running – Haruki Murakami
I like to run when I am in Berwick. Just running around the main town takes you along by the sea, past the lighthouse, along coastal paths, through the centre and across two bridges over the river Tweed finishing along the walled battlements. Or one can to an out and back to Spittal and run along the Victorian promenade.

Last week, on my third run of the holiday, I was approaching the historic bridge back into Berwick when I scuffed my foot on the ground, and fell to the floor hard. I just managed to get my arms up to protect my face but I still hit the floor and was left bloodied with a cut chin and split lip. I was lucky, I could have lost teeth or worse. Dented pride was preferable. "Are you alright?"the concerned lady had said. I raised my chin. "Does it look bad?"she said I was cut but not too badly. I walked home.

 Murakami writes in his memoir about running, ageing and the art of writing novels -

"I’m in my late fifties now. When I was young, I never imagined the twenty-first century would actually come and that, all joking aside, I’d turn fifty. In theory, of course, it was self-evident that someday, if nothing else happened, the twenty-first century would roll around and I’d turn fifty. When i was young, being asked to imagine myself at fifty was as difficult as being asked to imagine, concretely, the world after death. Mick Jagger once boasted that “I’d rather be dead than still singing ‘satisfaction’ when I’m forty-five.” Some people might find this funny, but not me. When he was young, Mick Jagger couldn’t imagine himself at forty-five. When I was young, I was the same. Can I laugh at Mick Jagger? No way. I just happen not to be a young rock singer. Nobody remembers what stupid things I might have said back then, so they’re not about to quote them back at me. That’s the only difference."

I recently turned 54. About six years ago I  joined a jogging club. Approaching fifties I had put on a little weight and thought I needed to take better care of myself. I was starting to be aware of my own mortality. I suppose I could have bought a red sports car and started chasing young blondes, except I am happily married and without wealth or a driving licence... so I started baking my own sourdough bread and go out running three nights a week. As a mid-life crisis its very restrained.

I used to run regularly… especially in my mid-twenties. I was living on the south coast and joined the Southampton Road Runners who at the time, met on a mid-week evening in a city centre pub (The Anchor?). I even entered a few road races, a 10km event, a few 10 mile races and two half marathons finishing with a pb, well down the field, in 1hr 39mins. And then I stopped. And I can no longer remember why. No injuries spring to mind…, no falling out with the club… my memory fails me. Maybe I just fell out of love with running.

Sporadically, over the years since, I’ve flirted with starting to run again… it lasts a couple of wheezing weeks and then falls by the wayside. My waistline has expanded. The thoughts of ever running a sub 1hr 30 half marathon have evaporated.

Joining the running club and then getting involved with parkrun has helped. I have done 120 parkruns to date and volunteered on 25 occasions. I'm slow, but that no longer matters. Running gives me some time out, a time for some reflection, some days just a chance to be mindful of the lovely countryside around me or the urban bustle of the streets. Its also a time to reflect on growing older.

The fall left me conscious of my own frailty, the busted lip a constant reminder. It has not stopped us enjoying the holiday.

"now here I am living in this unimaginable world. It feels really strange, and I can’t tell whether I am fortunate or not. May be it doesn’t matter. For me – and for everyone else, probably – this is my first experience of growing old, and the emotions I am having, too, are all first-time feelings. If it were something that I had experienced before, then I’d be able to understand it more clearly, but this is the first time, so I can’t. For now all I can do is put off making any detailed judgements and accept things as they are. Just like I accept the sky, the clouds and the river. And there’s also something kind of comical about it all, something you don’t want to discard completely."
What I talk about when I talk about running – Haruki Murakami

Monday, 11 September 2017

Holiday bread


I take my starter on holiday with me. The loaf I produce is a little more rustic with a floured tea towel and bowl used to prove the loaf and no Dutch oven to bake the bread, the result is still a tasty loaf. I used 400g White bread flour and 100g malted flour from the local mill. Pleased with the result. 

Friday, 8 September 2017

Yo momos is so ugly.....


I have never made any form of potsticker dumpling before. How difficult could it be? When Meera Sodha provided a simple recipe we thought we would give them a go. We looked on YouTube for some help in folding them. Wow! Do take a look, there are some beautiful examples. The sweet potato filling was easy to make as was the dipping sauce, but oh those folds... Sue was a little better with her nimble fingers but what had looked so easy on video was beyond my stubby fingers. And I tended to overfill them. In the end we got an assortment of shapes and when fried and steamed they stayed together. You can now see how food stylists earn there money! But they tasted great and were fun to do and I will definitely try them again. Practice makes perfect... Or at least photogenic. I was not sold on the dipping sauce, the sesame a little to over-powering for my taste but they were fine with chilli sauce, a great organic tomato ketchup we had in, and a fresh coriander and ginger chutney. They sure is ugly though...

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

Bread, dal and a walk along the beach



It was a sunny morning so we got the bus to Bamburgh and walked the beach to Seahouses. I had started some malted flour sourdough this morning made from flour ground at the local Heatherslaw Corn Mill at Etal which we have visited in previous years. The Miller was at the food festival promoting his flours. A keen baker, he had never made his own sourdough. I take my sourdough starter on holiday with me 🙂. The resultant loaf is usually imperfect and "rustic" but tastes better than anything from a supermarket. Besides, September is -

 Sourdough Sptember



I made a dal last night 200mg each of chana and mung dal simmered with turmeric, green chillis, chilli powder, slices of ginger, then finally a tarka of onions, garlic, cumin seeds, mustard seeds and curry leaves fried in coconut oil until the onions are browned. The texture of the dal  was quite thick but then I added salt, 200ml coconut milk and a lot of coriander leaves. It tasted good so I held off with the lemon juice and garam masala, I will add those the next night. I have entered this for the My Legume Love Affair #111 🙂 Created by Susan  and continued by Lisa



Bread, dal, some roasted cauliflower, onion pickle - heaven.




 Berwick is not blessed with many vegan friendly establishments (unlike Edinburgh) reflecting its coastal seafood and agricultural heritage. However there were some signs of change. There was a Greek food stall at the festival with TWO vegan options, both stews. And some of the vendors seemed savvy about veganism. I tried Pete's Peas, a guy from Newcastle trying to get people eating Pease Pudding again -" Geordie Hummus" - by using different flavourings. I was apprehensive about approaching him as Pease Pudding traditional is split peas cooked with ham, but when I asked he said the chipotle flavoured one was vegan and that he was in the process of eliminating butter from several others (including a marmite version) so they would be vegan too. Nice guy, his product was lovely warmed up a little on toast.

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

Berwick upon Tweed

Our love affair with Berwick began ten years ago after we had moved to Sheffield. Previously we used to holiday in Cornwall each year but it is such a long train journey we decided to look elsewhere. To be honest, I knew nothing about Berwick but Sue suggested it and it was only three hours on the train so we gave it a go. The day we arrived we wandered around and bumped into a food and drink festival. It was the first year they had organised it. A lovely welcome!


We arrived this weekend and the festival was in full swing. It was the 10th anniversary and we have been coming each year to the disbelief of friends and colleagues. Sunday morning we headed for the food stalls and picked up this fine array. The afternoon was spent in the beer tent sampling some wonderful local beer my favourite being a local nano brewery, Bear Claw, and listening to some great live blues guitar.

The weather is not looking too great this week but that's fine. Walks by the sea, good simple food, plenty of reading, the occasional pint and perhaps a cultural visit to Edinburgh (there is a good-looking Carravagio exhibition on). Nice. 


Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Let's talk tofu


I think tofu makes an interesting substitute for paneer. It is not the same texture, but it absorbs flavour well. I like to use a tofu press to get the excess water out.

This is a variation of a recipe in Madhu Gadia's The Indian Vegan Kitchen. The more I cook from this book the more I like it. No photographs, but Madhu describes the recipes in detail and they are tasty.

I made a few substitutes to the sauce recipe and was very pleased with the result. How to get that creamy texture? No vegan cream or yoghurt used here. My choice is tahini, the runny sesame seed paste you find in middle eastern shops not the worthy thick stuff from wholefood shops. I don't know why tahini is not a more common ingredient in Indian cooking.  I love tahini dressings as alternatives to dairy yoghurt.

One large white onion, chopped
2 cloves of garlic
A knob of ginger, or to taste
2 green chillis, or to taste
Half a 400g can chopped tomatoes, a decent brand
3 tsp roasted dhana jeera
2-3 tbs tahini
1 tbs white poppy seeds
1/2 tsp turmeric

Whiz it all up in a liquidiser ( may need a little added water) then add to pan and cook to drive off the water. Add 2 tbs rapeseed oil and continue to cook until looks darker and shiny and starts to pull away from the edge of the pan. Then add water to the required consistency.
Season to taste.

I tend to fry my tofu to brown it a little but this is not necessary. Simple dish, very tasty. I started making my own dhana jeera as a result of my ground cumin and coriander starting to taste indistinct and bland.

This is my entry to My Legume Love affair #110

Thursday, 24 August 2017

Vegan masala omelette


VeganEgg Part 2. I went for an omelette recipe following the Follow Your Heart guidance to the letter. Taking a Meera Sodha recipe as inspiration. I flavoured the egg with a finely sliced spring onions, coriander leaf and green chilli, with a pinch of chilli powder, turmeric and salt.

The omelette takes longer to cook but in the pan it does look like an omelette. Meera suggests serving between buttered toast with tomato ketchup. I used a sourdough roll which I toasted.

It looked good. I bit into it and it tasted better than the scrambled egg I previously made, but, oh you knew there would be a but, the texture is not quite right. With the toast it's okay, by itself though I am not sure. Worth trying, may be its just me, but I used to enjoy eggs so I am afraid it's another disappointing vegan cheese moment.

Maybe if the omelette was thinner? Part 3 to come.