Sunday, 31 July 2011

Recipe - Moroccan Carrot Salad, Zaalouk

A girl can't live off potato lasagne alone.

Moroccan Carrot Salad
400g carrots  cut into sticks. Not matchsticks, just regular sticks.
Handful of coriander
1 green chilli, finely chopped
3 garlic cloves
A handful mixed dried fruit, finely chopped
Juice of half a lemon

Heat 3 tbsp olive oil on a medium heat. Add the cloves of garlic, whole. Cook the carrots with the whole garlic cloves until almost tender (so they still have a bit of crunch to them)

Finely chop the chilli, mixed dried fruit and coriander. 

When the carrots are done, toss with coriander-fruit-chilli mixture and drizzle with the oil it was cooked in. Squeeze lemon juice over it.

1 aubergine
10 cherry tomatoes, quartered
2 tbsp oil
1 tbsp cumin
1 tbsp chilli powder (preferably from an Asian supermarket, tends to be spicier than that from a regular supermarket. Or maybe it's just because they make it easier to add loads - we have a kilogram bag of chilli powder with one of those spoons that you got with Calpol sticking out of it)
1 tsp cayenne pepper
Salt (to taste)
A handful of parsley finely chopped
A handful of coriander finely chopped

Chop the aubergine into bitesize piees. Quarter the cherry tomatoes. 
Put the aubergine, tomatoes, cumin, chilli powder, cayenne, salt, and half of the chopped herbs in a big heavy bottomed saucepan. 

Low heat, 45 minutes, occasional stirring (less occasional towards the end of the time, it will start to stick). The aubergine will go all mushy and mmm.

In other news, I'm officially living in London for the next few weeks now. IT IS AWESOME. I went to eat here with one of my new housemates last night after failing to find Daddy Donkey (although I have a suspicion that it was the closed, black, chic-looking place called the Department of Coffee or something) when really, really hungry. The food was comforting and warming without going overboard (hot day, sweaty journey ERGH) and exactly what I needed after Hellish Pendolino Journey no. 2. The only pitfall of the meal is that the roof of my mouth is now swollen because I attacked my shepherd's pie while the lamb shank filling was still piping.

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