My lovely beardy boy suprised me with the most wonderful Christmas present. A long weekend in Norfolk, staying in a little cottage on a working farm way out in the countryside. Yes, I am a very lucky lady. We went a few weeks ago, when the weather was just starting to turn from incessant rain and bleak grey skies to this
Glorious, eh? We took a detour on our journey to the pretty seaside town of Southwold, where that photo was taken. Went to the lovely Coasters, a cafe-bistro tucked just off the high street with a remarkable selection of gins and local beers, plus a simple but delicious menu of local seafood, sandwiches and cakes. I had my vice – a fish finger sandwich – stuffed full of crispily battered cod fingers, and Mark a dressed local crab. I think that all road trips should include a tasty seafood lunch en route.
Southwold is a charming town full of cafes and delis, not to mention a huge Adnams brewery shop. Of course we purchased some supplies! We also popped in to Hutson’s Butchers, a traditional butcher and deli in town. I was hoping for some ox cheeks, but they weren’t available. Toto, we’re not in London anymore! So I settled for some exceptionally chunky, meaty looking ox tail ready for a peppery stew.
The following morning I miixed some plain flour with a WHOLE LOT of bashed up black peppercorns. We’re talking a serious amount of pepper, here. The oxtail was thickly dusted with the peppery flour, and I browned it in a frying pan in a decent amount of beef dripping until the cottage was full of beefy scented smoke and we had to open the patio doors. Once nicely coloured I deglazed the pan with a good splosh of of delicious Adnams Gunhill dark ale and stuck it all in a casserole dish. Then, using the same frying pan, I browned the bejesus out of some bacon lardons and roughly chopped onions in more dripping. Once sticky and a little bit caramelised I stirred in some more of the peppered flour, cooked out for a few minutes and added a bit more of the ale before putting it in the casserole. On top of the oxtail, bacon and onions I threw in diced carrot, halved chestnut mushrooms, sliced leeks, sprigs of rosemary and some whole garlic cloves, bashed with the flat of my knife, then covered the lot with some stock made from a Kallo organic beef stock cube – which is the king of all stock cubes if you ask me – and the rest of the bottle of ale. Into the oven at 120 degrees, and we left it to work its magic while we went out for the day.
A short drive took us to Cromer, Norfolk’s best known seaside town and home of the infamous Cromer crabs. Upon recommendation from a magazine, we went to No. 1 Cromer for lunch, a fish and chip shop owned by ‘celeb’ chef Galton Blackiston. I am a girl who’s very big on her fish and chips so was pretty ruddy excited about my battered haddock.
The chips were great, fluffy and slightly crisp, but the rest of the meal was a bit disappointing considering the restaurant has a michelin starred chef’s name attached to it. The haddock was moist but the batter a bit thin, lacking the crunch good fish and chips should have. It was the kind of batter that would be great in a fish taco, when you need something a bit more delicate, but when you’re having fish and chips you don’t want delicate! Also my pickled onion tasted like it has been macerated in sambuca. ANISEED IS THE DEVIL’S FLAVOUR. Fennel seeds, dill, star anise, I don’t know what they put in the liquor exactly but it completely overwhelmed any hint of onion. Finally, the buttered roll I ordered was dry and tasted like it had come out of a Hovis packet. I’d have rather had some plastic white sliced to be honest. Despite the flaws though, I still wolfed down most of it, leaving no room to try out their rather delicious looking homemade ice cream. I’ll have to stop by for a cone next time.
After a few hours strolling the town we went back to the cottage to check on the stew. The smell that hit us as we opened the front door was INCREDIBLE. A meaty fug had filled the entire cottage. I removed the casserole from the oven and gave the oxtail a prod. FALLING OFF THE BONE. Into the thickest, richest looking gravy. This was the stew to end all stews.
I let it sit in the oven while I made some mash. I don’t need to tell you how to make mash, but I will tell you that I added a drizzle of double cream, lots of chopped chives and a good grating of the Snowdonia Cheese Company’s beechwood smoked cheddar. If you’ve never tried it before, hunt some down. This is the GOOD SHIT.
A pile of fluffy, cheesy mash, with rib sticking stew, crusty bread, good local ale and a beardy man to share it with meant I was a very happy girl indeed.