Braised Beef Recipe Biography
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Rush hour on the Piccadilly line is a breeze compared to what breakfast time was like in my childhood home. At one point, there were six kids, ranging from newborn to adolescent toe-rag, all in need of feeding before the school run. Mum took a militant approach to breakfast, which was at once extremely efficient and done with a lot of love. I doubt even the most decorated field marshal could achieve the slick operation my mother ran.
God forbid if we weren’t packed into our Peugeot 505 estate by 8.25am because, if not, all hell would break loose and Mum would start to get eggy. She would delegate bread-toasting, tea-making and baby-feeding duties to each of us older kids and, once we were loaded into the car, the toast, warm sugary tea and baby bottles would be distributed to the masses.
In the heat of battle, every morning without fail someone would forget their PE kit, their violin or some other piece of essential school paraphernalia. Once she found out, the pitch of Mum’s voice would drop an octave and she’d glare back at us with her “serious eyes” in the rearview mirror. This in turn increased the angst among the troops as toddlers whinged, baby screamed and eldest brother dealt out dead-arms. Finally, ready to go, Mum would flatten the accelerator to reverse up the drive and then … splat! Coffee-sprayed windscreen followed by fits of laughter: she always left her mug on top of the car.
I’ve found it’s important to remember and understand my conditioning. It put me on a path to becoming a chef and, now that I cook for a living, I’ve realised nostalgia plays a big part in my creative process. Picnics on the Yorkshire Dales, the waft of beef-dripping when I walked into my granny’s house, my mum’s shepherd’s pie, or simply a slice of toast shared in the back of a car … Each memory evokes a feeling of happiness, fun, sharing and love, all the ingredients for creating a great recipe.
When I opened Trullo with my business partner Jordan Frieda in 2010, it was – for want of a better expression – a shit-show during which we ran around like headless chickens. Jordan’s wife Alanna, our most loyal supporter, had quit her career in finance to become the most overqualified waitress in history. We were all working crazy hours and it was stressful. But we had each other to bounce off; sharing it with friends made it fun and exciting. It was refreshing that we weren’t completely sick of each other, and still enjoyed getting together outside of the restaurant’s four walls.
Sharing this period of my life with Jordan and Alanna has been so enjoyable, especially since their children have come along – they are the single greatest antidote to a bitch of a day. Nothing is sweeter than seeing two-year-old Teddy mimicking his dad’s habit of creating origami from empty crisp packets in the pub. It’s a privilege to see these little people grow.
When Isabella started eating solids, Jordan celebrated by taking her to St John restaurant to eat her first bone marrow and parsley salad on toast and got me to film the experience. I’m not sure if that’s textbook parenting but, to be fair, their children aren’t particularly fussy. A more conventional technique that Jordan swears by is adding chopped chicken livers to stews: this way they get the nutritional value and start getting familiar with unusual flavours. It works a treat, especially in the recipe below.
For me, a healthy, balanced diet isn’t just about what you consume, it’s as much about how you do it and who you do it with. Food is a necessity, so meal times are an opportunity in the day when one can share, laugh, cry – be human. It creates memories and helps us evolve. In my opinion, it’s the best form of counsel we have.
This is perfect to put in the oven in the morning, forget about and eat for a late lunch after an autumnal walk. It can be cooked up to 2 days in advance and kept in the fridge, then reheated. Chicken livers are optional but this is a good way to get kids on to offal and adds a welcome layer of complexity to the dish.
1 Preheat the oven to 160C/325F/gas mark 3. Add a small glug of olive oil to a frying pan big enough to fit the beef shin and put on a medium-low heat.
2 Season the shin with salt and pepper then add to the pan. Colour on all sides until bronzed all over to give it flavour. In the meantime, chop the onion and garlic into roughly 2-3mm pieces.
3 When the shin is bronzed, put it to one side. Add the chopped onion and garlic and the herbs to the pan. Sweat for 20 mins.
4 Add the wine, scrape all the sticky goodness from the pan, then reduce for 5 minutes on a high heat.
5 Transfer the beef shin, onion and garlic mix and raw chicken livers into a casserole dish or heavy-bottomed oven tray. Season with salt and pepper. Add water to ½-¾ up the shin and cover tightly with foil or a lid. Cook in the oven for 6 hours unrtil the beef falls off the bone easily. If you have time, check halfway through to ensure all is well.
6 Now cook the polenta: use a saucepan big enough for the polenta to quadruple in volume. Bring the milk up to a simmer and add the polenta. Follow the instructions on the pack for cooking times. If it starts to get dry, add water. When it’s ready, add butter and parmesan to taste.
7 Transfer the beef shin and sauce to a platter. Put the polenta in a serving bowl. Finally, saute the mushrooms on a high heat for 2 minutes and spoon on top of the polenta.
In the final part of Tim’s residency at Cook next week, Tim rustles up the perfect lasagne for a terrific staff supper.
“• This recipe was amended on 8 October 2014 to clarify that the weight of the shin of beef includes the bones
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