The time I tried Crack

I know everyone says you shouldn't do it.

I know how it affects your brain, your body and your health.

I know it's addictive, I know it's bad.

But it's so, so good.

Having had my first hit from the side of a van at a festival back in 2013, I was instantly hooked and suffered severe withdrawal symptoms, trying to supplement my addiction with the placebo of Sainsbury's own caramel and peanut soft scoop.

It wasn't the same.

I tried everything: squeezy caramel sauce and dollops of melted peanut butter, vanilla ice cream sprinkled with sea salt and drenched with sugar. My housemate found dirty spoons and used wrappers in my handbag, and I knew it was time to stop.

I went cold turkey for a while, six months went by and I couldn't even look at a jar of skippy. I was ready to accept that my search for that rosy-pink truck with its supply of unbeatable quality would never again be on the market. Never again would I reach that high.

Life was okay, I ate chocolate fudge brownies and gorged myself on jam doughnuts whilst watching the mundane world go by. In an attempt to feed my adrenaline craving, I turned to the vice of piercing and tattoos, which by fate or fortune led me to Affleck's Palace, home of all things alternative. Amongst the webs of gothic jewellery, salvaged 80s footwear, pothead paraphernalia and offensive t-shirts I stumbled to find the dream-like sight of Ginger's Comfort Emporium. Was this real? Was I hallucinating? Plush velvet booths in deep crimson, an Alice-Through-The-Looking-Glass chessboard floor, and a towering chalkboard listing the reams of flavour combinations of which my heart had eyes to see only one.

I'm talking of course about Chorlton Crack, Ginger's Comfort Emporium's intoxicating combination of salted caramel and peanut butter in an ice cream. It's available in Elvis-style dosage between brioche toast and smothered with jam, Ginger now even cooks up with a brownie for the hard-hitters, but I personally like it pure.

Now there's a steady supply, I'm back on the wagon and my habit is under control. Why get clean when I can afford not to?

Chorlton Crack, 500ml, £7.50

Pick up: 52 Church Street, Manchester M4 1PW

http://www.gingerscomfortemporium.com/

Five Minute Chilli Peanut Hummus

1 can chickpeas, not drained
2-3 cloves garlic
1/2 cup peanut butter
1/4 tsp chilli powder
1/4 tsp cayenne pepper
1/2 tsp salt
2 tbsps olive oil

Empty the chickpeas plus their juices into a microwaveable bowl, along with the peeled cloves of garlic and set the timer to 5 minutes. While this is going, plug in your food processor and assemble the other ingredients. Add hot mixture to machine along with everything bar the olive oil. Whiz one tablespoon of oil into the processor until it reaches your preferred consistency. I like mine smooth but not liquid. 

Spoon into a sealable tupperware and drizzle with the remaining tablespoon of oil and a pinch of paprika. Experiment with other add-ins such as lemon, cumin, or tahini instead of peanut butter. This is a super-easy, super-quick recipe which is great to have on hand if you have a can of chickpeas in the cupboard. It's cheap and versatile and great smeared on a multi-grain sandwich with leftover roast sweet potato and kale, or as a twist on a classic snack served with carrot sticks.

Sonnet 167

'In poetry, the volta or turn, is a rhetorical shift or dramatic change in thought and/or emotion.'

Volta, Didsbury seems an appropriate place to visit as my deadlines have come to an end with the last hand in of an essay on Shakespearean tragedy - this is the turning point at which I experience a dramatic change in thought or emotion. It could be a sense of freedom and release, or a descent into a maddening search for life purpose. There was a lot resting on this visit.

We began in celebration with wine,

The bottle name escapes my memory;

A certain assurance that it was fine.

With a side of dough from Trove Bakery,

We opted for the tapas style menu:

The chorizo, lamb, shrimp and beetroot dip,

Showcased talent as a small plate venue.

First dish soft and flavoursome, worth the trip;

Though the shawarma I did not savour,

What redeemed this dish from spoiling the mood,

Was the wide accompaniment of flavour,

Exploding from the vibrant ray of food.

So please, my experience let alter,

Your new urgency to visit Volta.

Volta Eaterie & Bar,

167 Burton Rd,

M20 2LN
http://www.voltafoodanddrink.co.uk/

Review: Urban Cookhouse

Accompanying fellow food writer Hester Lonergan on her route to Uni, we passed by the beginnings of the now open and operating Urban Cookhouse. Intrigued by the artsy logo and stylish purple lettering, we made reservations for an early lunch accompanied by cocktails.

Hester arrived slightly before me and made the first move with a nibble of popcorn, though I had to ask what flavour it claimed to be as it tasted of nothing. Unperturbed by this bland appetiser, we moved to decide on our samples of the real food.

The menu at Cookhouse is refreshingly different, a fusion of cuisines are presented to make a beautiful, intriguing and innovative collection of dishes. Too excited to choose one thing, and too scared of not having room to try it all, we opted for a tapas-style collection of starters in place of a main meal each. Our choices in agreement, we went for the crispy whitebait in lemongrass aioli, tempura cod cheeks, scallops and black pudding, harissa duck breast and the mushroom parfait on rye.

Everything was presented beautifully, and delivered in ample time as we sipped our celebratory - it’s Easter- cocktails. Mine the Florasion Invasion, a cool and fresh balance of gin, chartreuse and bitters finished with a sprig of rosemary. After discovering the infusion of this herb into cocktails on my 21^st at the Chester Grosvenor, there was no doubt about my preference for this glass. In exchange for the tempting signature Negroni, my companion opted for the Mezcal Mess Gal, a fitting swap due to its content of sweet vermouth, mezcal and Campari. This came with the option of pickled worms, clearly an option for the thrill seeking adrenaline junkies, which evidently I must not be (or maybe I just don’t want to eat a worm). Hester took the challenge and experienced the thrill of the slimy worm popping in her mouth while I happily twiddled my sprig of rosemary. We both agreed on the taste of the drinks: not too sweet, not too potent, a perfect mix of flavour.

Unsure where to start with our stunning array of food, we continued in Spanish style by having a little of everything on one plate. The whitebait was piled generously on a wooden board and delivered the perfect crunch when dipped in the aioli, though I personally prefer this to be a little more garlicky. The cod cheeks manifested yet another generous serving, with five little battered fish pieces on a bed of Asian slaw. This was one of my favourites; the chilli and lime jam an interesting change from what would commonly be sweet and sour sauce. As a disliker of black pudding, I relied on my companion’s judgement to approve that the scallop dish was excellent and cooked to perfection, ‘like velvet’. We agreed that the harissa duck tasted like steak – albeit very good steak, it was a way of duck that I have not had before and am used to associations of sweet Asian flavours rather than the earthy chilli-pepper taste of harissa. The mushroom parfait was delicious, essentially mushroom pate delivered in a small (but more than sufficient) clip top jar with pear chutney and soft grilled rye bread.

Our 2^nd round of cocktails was slightly disappointing: we ordered the first two from the signature menu, which was essentially prosecco with cordial - there wasn’t much distinction between the tarragon & pear and the elderflower & lime. I’d rather drink it straight up and classic in a flute than fuss with the sweeteners. However, our final round more than made up for this marginal flaw, with espresso martinis that were dark, deep, earthy and delicious. The perfect light dessert.

The staff were eager and responsive to our cocktail-induced enthusiasm for asking questions, and offered an informed response to all of our queries, as well as being consistent with the timing of each course. There were a lot more things on the menu that I’d definitely come back and try, with a variation suitable for any time and any company. Though definitely placed in the expensive bracket, Urban Cookhouse is honestly priced and the cost is reflected in their stunning presentation, attention to detail and fluently attentive service. 

54 Princess St,

Manchester,

M1 6HS

http://urbancookhouse.co.uk/

Going Lentil

500g pack Heema Chana Dal: 89p

A range of spices: priceless

Well actually if you buy spices from the Worldwide supermarkets you can generally get a small bag for 69-89p. You could even stretch to £1 if you prefer to have them in a plastic shaker.

Investing in spices will save you money on buying jarred sauces, make your food taste a lot more interesting and generally transform your cooking skills. Equipped with a range of spices, you can feed yourself for at least 4 delicious meals for 89p.

I like the Heera brand as they have recipes on the back, so if you pick up a pack of lentils and have no idea what to do with them, you can confidently follow the directions on the back to ensure an authentic and delicious meal. Which is exactly what I did with my little pack of split peas:

Ingredients:

1 cup chana dal/yellow split peas, soaked overnight in 4 cups water

3 cups water

1 tsp salt

1/4tsp chilli powder

1/4 tsp cinnamon

1/4 tsp cumin

1/4 tsp coriander

1 tbsp tamarind (could sub honey or treacle)

1 tsp sugar

1 tbsp oil

1/4 tsp mustard seeds

1 tsp garlic

Method:

After soaking the lentils, drain and add to a saucepan with the 3 cups of water. Bring to the boil and simmer with the lid on for around 30 minutes, until the lentils are becoming soft. If you have a lot of time, you can leave the lentils simmering while you go about other tasks for up to around an hour - you can't really overcook them as long as there is enough liquid.

After the 30 mins, add the spices to the dal and stir, turn the heat down and put the lid on. In a separate frying pan, heat the oil with the garlic and mustard seeds until fragrant, then stir into the dal along with the tamarind. The dal should thicken after around 3 minutes, at which point it is ready.

Serve with rice and greens, or add more water and boil with sweet potato and carrots to make a flavoursome soup.

Lentils are a great option for vegetarians, as well as the health-conscious (who isn't these days?) They're cheap, easy to use and act as a perfect base for lots of spicy dishes: soups, curries, stews and as an alternative to rice.

Food Politics: The Underlying Struggles of Social Eating

Does anyone else have this problem?

As a 21 year old female, I know I don't need to ask that question.

I opened up honestly with a friend recently about this topic - expressing the struggle that is every day in the life of the food-obsessed. Constant calculations of when I'm next going to eat, how can I make sure that it's healthy, what is my backup healthy eating plan, would it be better to eat now at uni something averagely healthy or to wait until I get home, or would that be too late to digest? Should I just not eat?

In a world where every food on the planet is available to us in a nearby supermarket, the suggestion that we be health-conscious is not easy to dismiss. We have access to the ingredients, and thus no excuse not to subscribe to this lifestyle.

How about when we're in Uni 12-8, and there is no time to prepare a home cooked meal? Do we 'cheat' and buy a wrap or meal deal from Sainsbury's? And not really enjoy it because we feel too guilty as we check the scientific nutritional breakdown and wince at the numbers in red. I can't help feeling that  despite the numerous benefits of a healthy lifestyle, the national obsession may be going too far.

Things I have done in the name of 'health':

- got distracted in 70% of lectures while planning nutritious meals

- obsessively scoured menus in advance to avoid choosing  an unhealthy option in a rush/under pressure

- felt unable to enjoy 'bad' foods due to 'guilt' association

- felt disappointed in self for eating 'bad' foods, also associated with lack of restraint, willpower and weakness

- eaten 3 slices of cake to replace meals for fear of calorie overdose

- panicked at the thought of going to a restaurant socially - no one wants to be the girl with a salad, or get plate envy, or spend the entire evening thinking about food/weight when the real purpose of the event is the interaction (supposed to be enjoyable)

The last one is tricky. I'm sure people experience varying levels of food anxiety, and I have felt envious of those who seem to have got it down - nonchalantly ordering what they fancy and eating as much as they feel like. In public, I have previously felt obliged to choose something that doesn't say 'I'm on a diet' and even points more towards the 'I don't give a ---- about weight loss, look at me feast'. I would then eat more than my stomach was asking for, thus enlarging it and my lack of confidence.

So what is the solution? Maybe menus and quick conveniences need to universally cater for the health conscious. Maybe.

Maybe we all just need to chill out.

I think the real issue here comes back to the notorious size zero/photoshop perfection  that is forcefully present across advertising.

Does anyone feel good when they see these images? How many people look at clothing posters in shops, try on the model's outfit and think 'yes, I look like that' in the changing room mirror? Bodies come in so many shapes and sizes and the world needs to be more aware of that. Health is an important factor in life but it stops being healthy when the need for it becomes a mental obsession.

While I'm still personally trying to find the balance with this, I'd like to share some ideas for maintaining a healthy and nutritious mind as well as body:

- Enjoy every meal, whether it be healthy or not - you need food to survive and you shouldn't feel guilty about that

- You are your own harshest critic, no one is judging your 'imperfections' in the same way as you, positive people look for positive things

- Work on your personality over your image. it's easier to change a personality flaw than an appearance based one

- Not being a certain size or weight does not make you inadequate

- You are beautiful, and happiness comes from within

These are very important things to remember. Of course I believe in healthy eating most of the time, but I also think we need to be assured that it is okay to have something that does not necessarily satisfy the recommended quota of our daily amount.

As long as you are a healthy weight for your height and make sure you apply a reasonable amount of restraint at the urge to eat entire trays of brownies, tubs of ice cream and third helpings of chips, you should be happy. A basic knowledge of what's good for you and what isn't should be held on to, but the moment food starts affecting your confidence, social presence and ability to focus on other tasks, then it is time to rethink.

Why are so many of us aiming for this elusive 'perfection'? Confidence is the biggest form of attraction, and it can hide a world of complexes than can eventually lead to their eradication. So you have excess fat on your thighs, is anyone else going to change their opinion of you based on that? If they are, do you want to be associated with them? Same goes for stomach, arms, hips, chin, neck, ankles etcetera etcetera; the list of potential body-anxieties is virtually infinite.

This is a socially constructed anxiety which should not exist. The problem of obesity and binge eating cannot be ignored but the negative effects of the opposing side are not as openly discussed. Something non-existent can actually hold us back in life, make us sad and even loathsome of ourselves.

We should stop aiming for perfection and view that it's already there, right now. Look in the mirror and see a bump or a bulge? Embrace it, it's you, it's alive and natural and not stopping you from doing anything. It doesn't make you any less of a person than the photo-shopped model with a thigh gap and a flat stomach. Not to say that she isn't beautiful too.

That said, if we want to choose something less calorific at a restaurant, we should not feel embarrassed to make that choice. The friendly urges of 'go on, treat yourself' actually exacerbate anxieties with regard for the need to please others whilst caring for the self. We should all be more open about this topic and I would not be surprised to find that many of our consciences are alike. Having the perfect body is not a competition; there is no prize. Live for yourself, make your own choices and be comfortable with who you are and what you decide to do.

We're all beautiful for who we are, not what we look like. Let's be proud of that and get on with the more important things in life.

Review: Soup Kitchen

At around £6.50 per dish, Soup Kitchen is a little pricey for something that takes its name from a concept based on providing free nourishing food, but this is made up for by the generous portions and vibrant, quality ingredients pleasantly un-reminiscent of a school canteen. Begrudging dinner ladies are replaced by bubbly staff, stinginess exchanged for extra helpings.

Soup Kitchen have a relatively fixed menu with daily changing soups. This works well for variety as each time you can expect to find something  new and enticing  on the menu, with reassuring knowledge that the fail-safe jerk chicken, Caribbean dumplings with jack fruit  and sweet yam curry will be present and steaming away in their industrial sized steel buckets.

Everything is served with the option of jumbo purple coleslaw, chickpea salad, fresh herby tomatoes and help-yourself bread rolls. Water is available in thick swing-top glass bottles on the bar which is perfect if you're the type to drink at least 3 pints with every meal and feel embarrassed to continually nag the waiter (I hate being served a half pint - of anything).

Vegan stew

The serving counter also doubles up as a bar which comes fully stocked with the usual NQ-style craft beers, quirky bottled brews and range of tasty liqueurs. It's worth mentioning that SK has a downstairs club so it's theoretically somewhere you could spend the whole night. Long trestle tables make this a good spot for large parties for evening drinks, though the music is a little loud even in the day so be prepared to raise your voice for a decent conversation. Or just resign to enjoy your food in silence and save your talking topics for later.

That being said, the restaurant is cosy and friendly and perfect for a lunch that's guaranteed to be delicious. Being able to walk through the door and be comfortably sat down with a ceramic bowl of hot food in the space of five minutes is a blessing that the Northern Quarter would struggle without. There's no waiting for a table, no risk that it might not be right, and no gamble on how long it will take for the food to arrive.

The atmosphere is warm, wholesome and the embodiment of what its name derives from with extra funding, which I suppose is exactly what it is - apart from its customers are not homeless, though they may dress like they are (guilty).

31-33 Spear Street
Manchester
M1 1DF

http://soup-kitchen.co.uk/