Bonjour geezers!
Of course many know the tale of how the Rosbif got his
name. English soldiers fighting in
France, back in the day would order “roast beef”, because they couldn’t stand
all that foreign garlicy muck. The
locals started rolling their eyes and gesticulating over their shoulders
complaining about les “rosbifs”.
And how very true it is that the English
love their beef (and also like complaining)!
On going on my working holiday a
Angleterre, their traditional Sunday roast revealed that an avoidance of garlic
and “that foreign muck” has made for several hundred years of concentrating on
how to do one thing well – as always a recipe for success!
The piece of meat central to the whole
experience, to sit cheek by jowl with your jowls, is of course the roast beef. I’ve tried differing ones with varying
success, but last weekend pushed the envelope and did a traditional English
roast (OK, I couldn’t come at the brussel sprouts), and learnt a thing or two
about roasting beef…
BEEF
Rib Roasts
Want to go all cor blimey? Use a piece of meat on the bone.
Catching up on some tips from my mate Stephanie Alexander, she thinks that the best cut is with the bone
in as it cooks with more flavour. Use a wing rib sirloin from the hindquarter
or a standing rid roast from the forequarter.
As usual, she recommends the short hot
burst (240 degrees) at the start for 15 mins, and then turning it down and
cooking at a moderate temp for varying weight as follows.
The wing rib is sirloin steak on one side,
the standing rib is porterhouse. This
is the one I tried on the weekend, and wow! Impressive drama at the table when you carve it up and
there’s a bone in each portion (sorry sensitive vegetarians!).
On the bone (per 500 g)
Rare 15
minutes
Medium 20
minutes
Well done 25
minutes
Boneless (or boned as Eddie Maguire would
say) – turn the oven down to 220 after the burst here:
Rare 10
minutes
Medium 15
minutes
Well done 20
minutes
I’m slightly more cautious than Stef with
my timings, and don’t have a fan forced oven. You know the type of gas stove I’ve got. The one you have to lie on the floor
with your head in it to light? The
kind you get in a cheap rental?
Yeah, that kind. With no
thermostat control, which goes flat out if the knob is past ninety degrees. And a griller you have to light with a
candle it’s so rusted up.
Not that I’m one subject to hyperbole.
Long resting time is important for this, so
pop it on top of your pile of plates in the griller compartment, covered in a
couple of layers of foil. It will
be good for up to an hour.
As a final note, you might like to put
little white paper hats on the bone at the end. That sounds kind of appropriately doily and
beef-eater-esque…
Topside / Shoulder
I’ve found these mystery bag roasts at
major supermarket chains. You know
the piece of meat that says “succulent roast”, or “tasty meat”, or worst of all
“flesh”… all without actually providing much information.
If you’re lucky it might have a drawing of
a cow on its plastic drippy bag.
The cow will be smiling in a paddock, grinning away unaware it’s about
to be prodded into a machine and chopped into miscellaneous cubic chunks.
The long slow treatment with this, and you
can get surprising results.
I did one even more basically in a wood
fired stove in a Wombat Valley slab hut which insects flew through, using the
grilling pan from a gas cooker as the baking dish.
This was also the roast I got closest to
producing one of the best gravies I ever produced.
GRAVY
Surprisingly gravy isn’t a universal
European phenomenon. Once, in
America, Jane and I cooked a roast for some Spanish people who were visiting,
and one of them said in delight while hopping into a chicken roast with gravy:
‘Zis sauce. Eet is hamazing. What do you call it?’
It felt like something right out of the
Castle. ‘Yeah, it’s called
gravy? You have it with
roasts. And maybe schnitzels…’
The vegetable roux under a roast is always
a good idea, but the essential thing is to fry off
some of the roast left in the bottom of the dish (i.e. it’s flavour with most
of the fat tipped off) with some flour and then deglazing. You can use wine. Stock if you’ve got it for the next
liquid added, water if you’re desperate.
Salt please.
I went all out on the gravy last weekend,
and got OK results, but nothing will ever beat that woodfired-stove gravy. I burnt the flour a bit and it took a
while to make, but it was right on the money.
Don’t worry about lumps. As per Jamie Oliver (again), you can
push the deglazed roux through a sieve and bob’s your uncle.
YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS?
Bingo.
I first became aware of these traditional
English roast scenarios while travelling through Yorkshire, where we stopped
for a Sunday roast at a pub.
They were like massive crispy vol-au-vents
filled with the most delicious gravy I’ve ever tasted, next to a roast smothered
in the same.
The meat was an inferior top side pot
roast, and I thought that it looked like there was already too much gravy, but
I was delighted when the glooped on gravy ran out and was able to slice into my
Yorkshire pudding and refill the plate with brown liquid tasty.
Essentially they’re a way of padding out
your roast, cheaper and more storable than vegetables, the batter for these
bready accompaniments should be prepared before you pop the roast in the oven,
to give the batter time to form chains in the goo (a chemistry thing, trust me,
I’m a scientist – now take your clothes off, touch your toes in the corner with
your back toward me and cough…).
Makes 12
150g plain flour
pinch o’ salt
1 egg
1 ¼ cups milk
Fat rendered from roast
Sift flour and salt into a bowl, break in
egg then gradually beat in milk.
Let batter rest for an hour.
Oil a muffin tray with hot fat. Heat tins till pans are hot, I think
Jamie likes about a teaspoon of fat in each cup so that when the batter goes
in, it starts to puff and curl straight away. Pour batter half way up tins, bake for 25 minutes till
puffed and crispy.
When the roast comes out put the Yorkshire
puddings in. You’ll be
amazed. Top shelf, 180 degrees
while your making your gravy, and wollah!
Go really Yorky, cut the lids off and fill with gravy!
I won’t bore you with vegetables in this
one, and might leave potatoes till another time (thank goodness – I can hear my
Mum thinking – doesn’t he ever leave off???)
So it’s “Ta ra”, then Geez, innit? Have a pucka weekend…
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