Rabbit au Vin aka Bugs Bunny Stew

This is probably going to horrify vegetarians and small children but we ate Bugs Bunny.

No seriously, rabbits are considered a pest here in New Zealand and farmers are all too happy for hunters to come and help keep their rabbit population under control.  So off the boys went the other week for a spot of rabbit hunting and they brought home some rabbits for the larder.

Having never cooked or eaten rabbit before I moved down to Dunedin I was intrigued.  What on earth would bunny would taste like?

We first tried it as a pot roast in the slow cooker loosely using a Jamie Oliver recipe but the meat ended up being really dry and the lemon was completely over-powering.  However, you could still just make out the flavour of the meat and guess what it tasted like...

Yip you got it - it tasted just like chicken.  Only gamier.  I kid you not.

So not to be defeated by the first failed attempt, I thought to try a different approach: Rabbit au Vin or as we jokingly called it Bugs Bunny Stew.

Super gingery ginger crunch and Hug-Your-Kitchen Day

I declare today to be Hug-Your-Kitchen Day.

Go on, give you kitchen a hug, polish the bench tops a little, give it a little loving, just to let it know you appreciate its hard work.

If my old kitchen could talk it would probably be a little grumpy with me and feeling just a little under-appreciated and used.

Not that I was ever rough with my kitchen, I would lovingly clean it when it got splattered with grease and diligently put things away so its benches were clear.  But it's only coming to live in a someone else's house and using someone else's kitchen that I realised I actually did take my old kitchen for granted.

You take for granted that the oven will cook at a certain temperature, that the pantry has certain things in it, that the elements on the stove would light up when you turn them on and that your baking pans are in a certain place.  It's only when you cook and bake in an unfamiliar kitchen that you realise that your own kitchen wasn't just a room you go into to make food - you and your kitchen are a partnership, working in synergistic harmony to make beautiful food together.

Dear Kitchen, 

Sorry old friend.  I do appreciate all the lovely meals and baking we made together as a team.  I miss you and I promise to make sure I take special care of you next time I'm up.  

Love Nessie.

I only came to this epiphany when one of my first baking forays down in Dunedin ended up being a bit of a disaster.  Half the pan turned out delicious Super Gingery Ginger Crunch and the other half ended up as Ginger Charcoal.  Cooking in an unfamiliar kitchen is a lot harder than it looks on Masterchef.

Cookies for Grandma: Traditional Chinese New Year Peanut Cookies

Is it just me or is 24 hours in one day is far too little?   30 or 35 hours would be more like it.

Dear big man upstairs, for my next Christmas prez I would really really like just a couple more hours a day, if it's not too much trouble.  Thanks big fella. 

For the last couple of months the days have just flown by so fast I find that we are suddenly in March and I swear new years was only about a week ago.  Where on earth did February go?

Chinese New Year fell at the beginning of February this year, right smack bang in the middle of the intense craziness, one week before I moved down south.  We had Grandma over for dinner and I had meant to make some Traditional Chinese New Year Peanut Cookies, which as the name suggests, are peanut cookies made and served traditionally at Chinese New Year.

But in amongst packing and organising and general mayhem, the cookies fell through the gap and even though I had all the ingredients ready and the recipe all sussed out, I didn't end up making them in time for the dinner.

Grandma did come over for dinner though: we had amazing scampi sashimi, steamed tofu with ginger and spring onions, pan fried snapper and stir-fried kang kong.  I love cooking for my Grandma - there is just something incredibly wonderful about cooking for someone who has cooked all her life, who taught my Dad to cook who in turn taught me to cook.

I ended up making the cookies a couple of days later, fully intending to get some to Grandma before my big move but again just got too busy and I never got that package of cookies to her.

My Grandma passed away at the end of last week.  After a sudden and completely unexpected stroke.

I won't get the chance to give her cookies again.  Being down in Dunedin, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye before she slipped away. It's really hit me rather hard.  Another suckerpunch.  Grandma was the only grandparent I've ever known and it's incredibly sad to think of all her stories, her recipes, her hopes and dreams that we never got a chance to ask her about.

I think from now on, I'll make sure to take time out to breathe and bake cookies.

Shore Girl Goes South: Rugby Oreo Truffles for Baking for Hospice

So sorry my lovelies for the massive break between posts.

I honestly think these last two weeks have been the most eventful two weeks I can remember.  And on top of the life changing, literally earth shattering events recently, I also haven't had access to internet where I am staying so my poor wee blog has been a bit neglected.

So humongous apologies to everyone, I've missed you all heaps and I would like to explain my tardiness by sharing with you all the massive events that have been going down in the world of Nessie.

Massive event numero uno:  Moving down to Dunedin. 


I grew up on the North Shore (cue the Shore Girl jokes) in Auckland, New Zealand and have lived in Auckland since 1989.  Yes, since the eighties.  I can still remember a time when milk was delivered to your door, Cobb & Co was considered haute cuisine and not all malls were Westfield.  So moving down to the South Island was a bit of a shock to the system to say the least.  From a city of about 1.4 million to a city of 125,000, 25% of which are students).  We are so much closer to Antarctica it's almost like a different country down here. I went from wear tiny beach dresses because it was 28oC and 99% humidity to wrapping up in two layers of merinos, jeans and boots.  That first week was a classic case of spot the Jafa (Jafa of course, stands for just another effing Aucklander), since everyone else was telling me it was actually warm for Dunedin when I thought it was freezing.  Apparently eating lots of pies will help me acclimatise.  I'm working on it.

Massive event number 2: Starting Medical School.

The reason for making the move down was to start studying Medicine down here.  I went straight into second year and have hit the ground running.  The amount of lecture/tutorial/lab time is intense....so many contact hours, so much reading, so much catching up to do but I am loving every minute.  I've been studying/practising law and doing basically no science for pretty much the last four years so getting back into all the sciencey stuff is a wee bit of a task for the old noggin.  But it is SO much fun and interesting and we've got such an awesome bunch of us graddies (graduate *coughmature* students) to hang out with, commiserate getting old with and sit at the front of the lecture theatre with.  Fun times.

Massive event number 3: Christchurch Earthquake


A literally earth shattering event for all New Zealanders.  I was sitting in the library here in Dunedin (which is 5 hours drive away from Christchurch) and felt everything shake.  I think it's New Zealand's largest natural disaster in history, it was devastating, terrifying and heartbreaking.  We have been glued to the telly at the 24/7 news coverage.  My friend who I am living with had to do a 10 hour round trip to drive up and pick her brother and his wife up at 3am in the morning and bring them down here.  There are still so many missing, and the death toll keeps on rising and rising.  My thoughts and prayers are with everyone in Christchurch and their friends and families...what an absolute tragedy. Kia kaha Canterbury.

Massive event number 4: My Grandma


In the midst of all the drama and chaos down here, up in Auckland my Grandma had a stroke and is currently in hospital.  The doctors say that it doesn't look good at all and I haven't felt more far from home than I do right now.

So do pretty please I get let off this time for slack posting????  :)

Just before I left Auckland, I made these Rugby Oreo Truffles for the Baking for Hospice Kiwi Round and I've been dying to show you all these cute wee things!  And I have so many posts in the back log to share so hopefully we will get the internet sorted soon and I can tell you all bout my recent kitchen disasters and triumphs. Onward and upward!

Ch ch ch ch ch changes, Chinese New Year and Cereal prawns

Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine. ~ Robert C. Gallagher

Happy belated Chinese New Year!  Kung Hei Fat Choi! Welcome to the year of the Rabbit.

I don't know what my horoscope is supposed to be for this year but it's definitely a year of Change with a capital C.

I've tried on many different hats in my time: pharmacy, research science, and most recently, lawyer.  But deep down, all along I've wanted to be a doctor.  I just missed out when I applied straight out of high school waaaaay back in '02 and that blow made me bury those dreams for a long time.

Now, I've been given another chance.  At the ripe old age of 26, I am uprooting my life, moving away from my loved ones, my friends, even my fiance to go to med school in a completely different city on a completely different island: Dunedin.

It has been an agonising decision...can I do it? Move away from everything I know and everyone I love to live in a place I've never even visited.  I'm excited and exhilarated but at the same time terrified and sad.  The hardest thing is knowing I'm leaving my Mum all on her own and be living away from C just when we are about to get married.

But at the end of the day the question was - is it worth it?

And it is.

Nothing worth having is ever easy and it's facing your fears and challenging yourself by doing things out of your comfort zone that shapes you as a person.

So this Chinese New Year, I am saying au revoir to the life I know to follow my dreams and to celebrate I tried a brand new super yummy Malaysian dish: Cereal Prawns.

Olive oil and chocolate chip cookies and sucker punches

God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered “Come to Me”.
With tearful eyes we watched you,
and saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A Golden Heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

I warn you now, this is going to be a sad post.  Someone very dear to our family passed away yesterday.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, gone.

One minute you're exchanging emails, sending presents, making plans, then all of a sudden they simply aren't there anymore.  There will be no reply to that email you sent.  You can never say your grateful thank you for that parcel which only just arrived.  Hopes held and plans made, all of a sudden have no meaning.

We still can't wrap our head around the reality that a person so vibrant, so hard working, so generous, so larger than life, so sarcastically hilarious, so loving, so thoughtful and just so alive is no longer here.  It's totally surreal.  When you can still recall their last phone call to you, read their last email, see so clearly their face in your mind.

My father passed in 2005 and I have lost other people I care about before.  So you'd think I'd be prepared for the sadness, pain and loss that comes when someone else you care for deeply passes away.  But nope, it really does sucker punch you. Right. In. The. Gut.

I made these Olive Oil & Chocolate Chip Cookies to send down to the family.  I baked them with love, with tears flowing down my face and with the hope that something sweet would help just a little with the bitterness of their massive loss.

Please know we are grieving with you.  Our thoughts and constant prayers are with you.  Although we can only imagine what you are going through, we know what a special person he was and what a void his passing leaves in so many lives.

Ottolenghi's Apple and Olive Oil Cake with Maple Cream Cheese Frosting

Layer cakes are like wow.  Like double decker buses, cakes are just plain cooler with more levels.

Layer cakes are really not my strong point.  Not. At. All.

Layer cakes are my nemesis.

If the middle frosting isn't squishing out all over the show, it's the cake layers that slide all over each other refusing to line up.  Like when you put the wrong ends of two magnets together.  Utter cake fail.

But then I see the beautiful pictures of other bakers' majestic multi-layered marvels on foodbuzz, tastespotting and foodgawker; and over time the anguish and heartache of previous cake fails is forgotten and that urge to attempt the impossible creeps in again: the irrepressible urge to make a layered cake.

So when it was my mother-in-law-to-be's birthday, the layer cake fairy once again whispered in my ear and I found myself trawling the web for choc-free layer cake recipes.

Enter Ottolenghi's Apple and Olive Oil Cake with Maple Cream Cheese Frosting. 

Black & Blue Weekend: Black Swan & Blue cheese and pear salad with honey roasted walnuts

{Blue: honey roasted walnuts for the salad}

Black 

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We watched the movie Black Swan with Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis in the weekend.  Absolutely mesmerizing - amazing acting, beautiful costumes...but it was just plain creepy.  No scrub that - it was frrrrrreaky.

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I am definitely not a scary movie fan.  The Sixth Sense gave me nightmares for weeks.  But having danced for most of my childhood, I couldn't resist a ballet movie.  The dancing, the costumes, the Tchaikovsky score - it was both hauntingly beautiful and gave us major heebie geebies.

Oh and did I mention the clothes? Bring back ballet chic baby.

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Blue

This weekend I also made Blue Cheese and Pear Salad with Honey Roasted Walnuts and a Honey
Mustard White Wine Vinaigrette for C's dad's bday party.  God, I love this salad!  What a combo...creamy pungent blue cheese, sweet crunchy walnuts and crisp fresh pear.  What's not to love?

AND it took all of 15 minutes to make max. Just throw it all together...instant deliciousness.