Showing posts with label Nasi Gorenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nasi Gorenge. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Miss England Does Indonesian..ish

Not quite Nasi Goreng for tonight.
Pukka Goreng has prawns and stuff.
Mine is a Mary Berry recipe with tweaks.

Nasi has many fans including President Obama.
It is Indonesian and fun.
It is simply fried rice with veg and or meat. Take your pick.

Some folk plonk fried eggs on top, I plump for a two egg omelet.
Also jewelling my top is finely chopped toms. Red is a great pick-me-up not only in a fashion or lipstick sense but in a grub sense also.
Nothing quite lifts like Scarlet.
Red is a good colour for bringing out your inner pizzazzz or your inner poet. For example. One late night a gentleman friend was driving me home and as we approached a junction there were many red signals and I was taken with those lights. "Looks like someone has thrown dozens of rubies onto black cloth"
Such is fantastic red.

I digress.

Nasi Goreng can be as grand or as plain a meal as you like. I wallop the lot into a gaily patterned dish, its pattern and colours colliding marvellously with bits and bobs of green and orange veg, pale yellow egg and browned pork shoulder.

How to eat Nasi Goreng.

With a Chinese soup spoon.
Takes a while but this has many advantages. 1. You get to savour every spoonful and 2. You won't get indigestion.
To accompany... several teaspoonfuls of either redcurrant jelly or, if like me you have a sister-in-law who does preserves, some shiny Quince jelly. Either one adds a yummy sweetness which goes well with spicy ricey.




Afterwards I'll open a can of peaches.

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Sweet and Savoury

The X Factor is on tonight and I've got a big bag of Butterkist Popcorn so...after talking the hind legs of a donkey with Mum and Dad I'll check the news on that bad BBC, and then I'll flick through recipe books in search of cake recipes, and then I'll go all savoury and make a large bowl of Indonesian (via Essex) Nasi Goreng.
After I've finished I'll pick up grains of wayward rice from the floor and run into the front room, remove my socks, and watch the next round of The X Factor.