Tapas related puns?

Yes, that is what I just typed into google, then I realised that plagiarising other people's dodgy humour is a new low. However, tapas seems to have been a bit of a theme of late in my dining experiences and, having failed to go near an oven for a few weeks, I thought I would wax lyrical about two incredible new tapas places I have been to recently.

To put it in context I would love to be some kind of tapas connisseur, but aside from one trip to Madrid, where I mainly ate a lot of ham and cheese at a place I thought was hilarious by virtue of being called the Ham Museum, I have not truly experienced the best of what Spain has to offer. In Oxford we were lucky to have a brilliant little place on the Cowley Road called Kazbar, which did some pretty tasty dishes, but we also had La Tasca, which takes tapas to a low it didn't know it could reach. I won't even hyperlink it for fear that someone gets tempted to go there.

Living in Brixton I've got used to everyone suddenly talking about how cool the place is and how amazing the culinary scene is in Brixton Village, and they are not wrong, these boutique pop-up style restaurants are fab, but I've often felt that Brixton was missing something grown-up. So, when the Scot sent round a link about a new smart tapas place with reasonably priced wine that had opened up on Acre Lane it sounded pretty interesting. Waking up hungover on Saturday I was furious to find out that she had already been the night before, without me. So I insisted we went. We sat at the bar for 3 hours and gradually made our way through the menu. This is certainly a place for grown up tapas, there are some incredible flavour combinations. In particular there was a fantastic dish of slow cooked pork with a small dollop of lemon sorbet, it was absolutely divine. Plus points also go to their presentation.

I have to say that Boqueria is well worth a visit to South London, even if you are not a native. If you don't believe me read the reviews, everybody loves it. It isn't a cheap eat but you soon forget that after some of their brilliant sangria.

Having felt very Spanish after Saturday lunch I was thrilled when one of our clients suggested an early dinner at the latest offering from Jose Pizarro, formerly of Brindisa. By this stage, having had one decent tapas recently, I had convinced myself I was an expert and was probably now officially Spanish. So we arrived promptly at 6.15, you won't get a seat without queueing after this point, and ordered a few glasses of sherry for the 3 of us. They have a comprehensive sherry list, but as I know nothing about sherry at all I just agreed with our client and had what he suggested while nodding in a manner I hoped looked knowledgable. My colleague remained unconvinced but I felt that it prepared me perfectly for the food ahead. This place has a different feel to the cool white interior of Boqueria, you get a sense of a bustling eatery where you come in for a quick drink, a chat and somthing delicious to eat. And boy did we eat, the food was fantastic with slivers of delicious ham, chorizo cooked so it burst out of it's skin but wasn't crispy and succulent prawns with garlic and chilli. You can't talk about Jose without a mention of the croquetas which are incredibly light and after the initial crunch just melt in the mouth. They alone are worth popping down to Bermondsey Street for.

I'm not normally a pudding person but I did venture into the world of Catalan cream on this trip and it was beautifully light underneath the sugary crust. Holly did have a complaint about her chocolate pot, it was quite large and a bit oily, it would have been impossible to finish. However, aside from that everything was brilliant.

La Tasca, never shall I be fooled by your deals again.

A warming winter salad... ish

I've been trying not to think too much about delicious food for the last few months in a failed effort to eat heathily (which can sometimes mean boringly) for January. In some ways it worked and I survived the majority of the month on low fat porridge and salad. Yep, that does sound fairly depressing. Having sunk into a state of near hibernation, apart form daring myself to go for a run around Brockwell Park in the evening, cursing the health gods that say running in the freezing cold is good for you. However, this was not without a good reason. I was building up to the highlight of the year... the skiing holiday.

If you don't ski you probably imagine that it can't be too tiring, I mean the skis do all the work taking you down hill don't they? An error I have made before when I have not sufficiently prepared my body for the onslaught of aches and pains that come with throwing yourself down a mountain non stop for a week. However, this is all made ok by the fact that I had convinced myself that skiing burns 10,000 calories an hour and therefore, after all the starvation of the previous weeks, I could eat absolutely anything and huge quantities of it. This is a dangerous philosophy to have when you are staying in a catered chalet in an area which is famous for serving vast quantities of melted cheese.

We were staying in a brilliant chalet in Morzine that I would recommend to anyone - Brown Bear Lodge - although whatever happens don't stay in room 5, it is quite noisy. The chalet staff were incredible and the food they produced every night was delicious. I can't vouch for their afternoon cakes myself (being gluten free) but the speed at which they disappeared would suggest they were highly edible. I was also pleasantly surprised that the wine was actually drinkable. I remember being shown the selection a friend of mine served when she was a chalet girl in Val d'Isere, J.P. Chenet was actually the highlight. I sipped with fear on the first night but they had actually spent some time and money on getting something decent. Hurrah! Although nothing out skiing quenches the thirst quite like a bowl of vin chaud (that is right I have no time for glasses any more).

Usually when up a mountain the quality of food at the restaurants is pretty dreadful and you survive on a diet of chips. I'm not going to claim that there weren't a few shockers in the area, there most certainly were. However, I was introduced to possibly the best burger place in the world. I've been strictly instructed not to tell people about it in case they go there... it is very small, and we'll be wanting a table next year. I had the most incredible beef burger, medium rare and filled with delicious herbs, topped with melted raclette and giron (a local beef ham sort of thing). It was amazing. Although this had nothing on the gargantuan double burger that one of the group decided to eat. I was thoroughly impressed when he cleared his plate.

So upon return from this week of sheer gluttony I started to feel like I was actually craving vegetables and something that wasn't 80% cholesterol. So last night I ventured into the world of salad again, however I was not going to go down the overly leafy route as it was minus 3 outside and I needed to thaw. Nothing says winter salad like something you serve out of a giant pan with a serving spoon and spatula rather than salad servers.

Winter Salad:

Ingredients (for 4 people)

• 1 medium bag of baby leaves - watercress, rocket, spinach, lambs lettuce
• 8 stems of tenderstem broccoli
• 16 asparagus tips
• 1 punnet of cherry tomatoes
• 2 sweet red peppers
• 1 courgette
• 2 hard boiled eggs
• 1 pack of haloumi cheese
• 1 red chilli
• walnut oil
• balsamic vineagar

1. Preheat the oven to 200degC, Roughly chop the peppers, tomatoes and cougettes, place in a rosting tin, drizzle with oil and cook in the oven for 30 minutes. Set aside to cool.
2. Cook the broccoli and asparagus in boiling water for 4 minutes. Strain and immediately run under very cold water for 1 minute.
3. Peel the eggs and cut into quarters, mix with the leaves and the roasted vegetables in a large bowl or pan (whatever you want to serve it in).
4. Preheat a grill or griddle pan, cut the haloumi into slices and cook for 2-3 minutes on each side until it goes brown and crisp on the outside. Add to the salad.
5. Thinly slice the chilli. Heat up a frying pan with a little oil and toss the chilli, asparagus and broccoli together for 2 minutes. Add to the salad.
6. Mix up a good glug of the walnut oil with a decent drizzle of balsamic vineager, shake together in an old jam jar and pour over the salad. Toss it all together with some salt and pepper then serve.

You can put some fried chorizo on the side, seared steak or duck breast if you want. It also keeps for the next day if you want to take it into work.

On that note it is definitely time for lunch.