A couple of weeks ago I made my first attempt at cooking Heston Blumenthal’s 24 hour steak recipe. The result was amazing, nothing short of genius. See for yourself…

A couple of weeks ago I made my first attempt at cooking Heston Blumenthal’s 24 hour steak recipe. The result was amazing, nothing short of genius. See for yourself…

I was lucky enough to catch the below on TV last weekend. It’s taken a while to figure out how to steal it from BBC’s iPlayer, but fortunately for you I got there in the end.
The recipe looks quite amazing and I am wasting no time in trying it out myself. In fact I have already bought the meat and it’s cooking away as I write. Check back soon to see how it went.

I’ve just returned from a wonderful week in the Algarve sunshine. I’m a big fan of Portugal. It’s only a short flight from the UK, yet many parts have managed to evade the hordes of overweight, hamburger eating, tattoo infested, string vest clad, British tourists who have polluted most of the Iberian coastal towns.
It was a family holiday. My pops & Sue hired a villa and invited myself, Tillie & Freddie along with my bro Ross, his wife Sarah and their son Thomas. The villa was located in the town of Carvoeiro, which is about 45 minutes from Faro. The plan for the week, as is normally the case on these types of holidays, was to do little else other than relax in the sunshine and eat lots of great food.
We took it in turns to cook meals, most of which were cooked over the barbecue. All the ingredients were bought fresh each day from either the local supermarket (you can buy good food from foreign supermarkets) or from the local market, which comprises a butcher, fish monger, green grocer and bakery.
On Wednesday, when it was my turn to cook, there was only one thing I had in mind. I took an educated guess that if I requested the Brazilian cut Picanha, it would most likely be understood by the Portuguese speaking butcher. Fortunately I was correct, unfortunately however, he did not have any in stock that day, although he assured me that if I returned on Friday he would have a sizeable 1.5kilo portion in stock for me.
When I returned to pick up the joint I was dismayed to see how much of the cut was fat. I knew from seeing Picanha cooked in the Bahian Rodizio’s that the cut largely comprised of fat, but the joint I was given was probably only about 30% meat. Just to be sure I picked up a couple of large rump steaks to increase the meat ratio and went on my way.

Although I was confident I knew how to cook the Picanha, I had never actually attempted it before. Just to be sure, I took a quick video tutorial courtesy of YouTube then got started. Firstly I chopped the cut into 2/3 inch slices, of which there were 5 in total. Then I skewered the steaks in ‘C’ shapes on top of each other. Finally I rubbed salt all over them and left them for a few hours in the fridge. The rumps I marinated in oil, garlic and herbs and created kebabs with some fresh vegetables.
The cooking process is fairly simple for Picanha. Ideally you would use a rotating spit, but in the case of not having one available it is just as effective to grill using a standard grate, though it is important to turn regularly to make sure the fats are properly cooked. When the meat begins to blacken on the outside it’s time to serve up, which is is the fun part. The pleasure of cooking Picanha is largely to do with the theatre involved in serving it. The waiter arrives at the table with the skewer in one hand and a very sharp knife in the other. In my case there weren’t too many sharp knives available so I had to pop down to the supermarket and buy a new one. Then he slowly slices very thin cuts of meat from the blackened sides of the steaks. As he cooks into the steak the meat gets rarer with every cut until eventually it needs to go back onto the fire for more cooking, after which the process is repeated until everyone’s bellies are full.
Although it was my first attempt at cooking Picanha, it went down a treat. Not only was everyone mightily impressed with the theatrical aspect of my meal, it was universally agreed that the meat tasted delicious. This will certainly not be the last time I attempt cooking Picanha at home.

It’s been a while I know. It’s not that I’ve been off the meat. On the contrary in fact. I’ve just been a bit tied up with other things such as moving home and surviving the apocalypse. There’s light at the end of the tunnel and good reason to celebrate with some delicious beef. Here’s a few pictures of what I’ve been eating recently.

Leftovers from Macken Bros.

Not technically steak, but still GREAT beef from the Swan in Chiswick

Delicious Ribeye from the Hole in the Wall, Chiswick

A meatfeast cooked up by my good mate Tom
I awoke Saturday morning with a heavy belly and with the smell of the previous nights beef still lingering in the air. So you can imagine the task of calling up a steak house and booking a table for that same evening was not particularly appealing. But persevere I did and by noon that day I’d confirmed a table for 4 at Chiswick’s foremost meat eatery, Chakalaka.
I was first made aware of Chakalaka through a piece of direct mail which landed on my doorstep. Normally I deposit such junk straight into the recycle bin, but on this occasion an interesting headline caught my attention. Chakalaka – a South African restaurant located on Barley Mow Passage – was offering a free t-shirt to anyone who successfully completed their steak challenge. In the words of my good friend & founding S.A.S member Dylan, they could not have sent their marketing communication to a better suited recipient.
I was joined at Chakalaka by Mark Savage, Alex Edwards & Nick Kernaghan. We all agreed to take the steak challenge, which we were told involved eating 25 ounces (700 grams) of prime Rump steak in less than 25 minutes. Confident that this was an achievable task, we asked what the record time was, which we were told was a little under 10 minutes. Personally I prefer not to rush my meals, so the thought of scoffing beef at a rate of 100g/minute was not something that appealed to me. The same could not be said for Mr. Kernaghan however, who decided that the record was his for the taking. When the steak arrived Nick wasted no time in getting started. And within a couple of minutes he had made a mighty dent on the Rump.

Meat Mountain
Chakalaka is most accurately described as a themed restaurant. The decor is hideous, complete with zebra prints, Zulu artwork and other South African paraphernalia. The waiters and bar staff are nice people – our waiter John in particular – but they are certainly not knowledgeable about the food they serve. My expectation of the food we were going to eat was therefore not very high.
But when I first tasted the Namibian organic rump I was more than impressed. The meat was cooked to perfection. I ordered it medium-rare, as I find rump steak that is cooked rare usually retains a little too much blood for my liking. It was slightly salted and had a great texture and natural flavour to it. For those who like sauce they had

It’s fair to say that I have had more than my share of steak this weekend. After being berated by my brother for what he described as a weak blog entry last week, I was determined to eat plenty to write about for this weeks entry.
On Friday I received a call from Dave Cosgrave of the Cosgrave clan, inquiring about what I had planned for ‘Friday night is steak night’. He happened to be passing through Chiswick so I invited him to join me to feast. I popped out to pick up some meat from Macken Bros. And as Dave was joining me I opted for something a little special. I requested the butcher to hack me off a couple of T-bones, to which he gladly obliged. The man put considerable effort into cutting the pair of 900g steaks and I informed him that his effort would be rewarded with a mention on the blog. Sadly this did not seem to impress him. The Philistine.

Loot at the effort
As well as the T-bones I also bought a small rib-eye for Tillie. And when Dave arrived in the evening he presented me with even more steaks. On his way up from Dorset he’d stopped off at a place called Griffs Traditional Butchers in Broadstone, Poole and purchased two healthy well-aged (35 days) sirloins from the Isles of Orkney. So in total we had almost 3.5 kilos of beef to play with. Whilst I like my beef 3.5 kilos between two gents and a lady is greedy by anyone’s standards. So I kept one of the T-bones aside and cooked only 2.5 kilos instead.

Satisfactory selection of steak
We grilled the meat in the normal fashion and served with a healthy Rocket & cherry tomato salad dripping in Olive Oil & Balsamic Vinegar. We also griddled a pack of Asparagus that I picked up from the green grocers on the High Road.
Sadly I cooked the sirloins a little too much for my liking, though the T-bone was grilled to perfection. Needless to say we polished off the lot and even Tillie managed to empty her plate.
We rinsed down the grade-A Aberdeen Angus with a couple of delicious bottles of Mauvinon Bellevue Saint Emilion Grand Cru (2005) and a Cadbury Dairy Milk with Crunchy bits.

Dave & Tillie

500g of pure Sirloin. No problem.
Last Friday Tillie was kind enough to pick up my steak from Macken Bros in Turnham Green. I requested a thick cut of Sirloin weighing no less than 500g. She called me from the shop saying that the butcher was refusing to cut me such a large steak as it was gross and unecesary. When I replied asking him to keep his opinion to himself and cut my steak as I requested, he said to Tillie “I bet your husband doesn’t have a 32 inch waist”. “No I don’t, it’s 34 inches” I lied back to him.
Needless to say I got my steak the way I wanted it. We ate round Saggy’s in the evening and I cooked the meat on her barbecue on the balcony. I nearly killed myself in the process however, as her little man Rafa had switched on the gas beforehand, so when I threw a match into the grill a flame the size of a small car erupted from within it, singeing my facial hair and initiating the Maillard reaction in some style.
The meal was delicious nonetheless and despite the warnings from the butcher I nailed the meat in record time. Easy peasy.
This week marked the momentous occasion of the inaugural Steak Appreciation Society (S.A.S) meeting. The concept behind SAS meetings is simple. A group of steak lovers get together at one of London’s leading steak houses to eat beef, drink good wine and chat nonsense.
The carefully selected venue for the first ever cattle call was none other than the legendary Hawksmoor in East London. The founding five members comprised myself, Dr. David Cosgrave and Messrs James Allen, Dylan Amlot & Ben Ashby.
It’s easy to miss Hawksmoor as you wander down Commercial Street. The outside of the restaurant looks more like a trendy East end design studio than a leading London steak house – though once inside there’s no mistaking where you are. The dimly lit venue has space for seventy or so carnivores to huddle closely around the wood-veneer tables. The white walls are adorned with a variety of meat related prints and other stylish artwork. And the aroma of freshly cooked beef lingers in the air.
Not wanting to waste any time with niceties we declined the option of a bespoke cocktail in favour of getting straight down to business. We were seated by the lovely Anna who was at hand to answer any questions we had regarding the menu. With so much on offer the decision making process was time consuming though after some considerable debating the team settled on their choices. Ashby and Allen spared no expense and opted for the most costly item on the menu – a 600 gram
Pulenta 2005 Malbec at £37.50 each and a jug of Spitalfields finest tap water.
The meal took slightly longer to arrive than normal but this – as we were told by Anna – was due to the process by which the meat was cooked. The team of cooks – led by head chef Jason Wallace – have a very particular way of preparing the steaks which involves seasoning the meat, searing it over the charcoal grill before resting it for a full twenty minutes then finishing off the cooking process and serving up.
After things had quietened down I was invited by Anna to pay a visit to Jason and his team in the kitchen to see how things worked and to ask a few questions. The one thing that struck me was how passionate Jason was about the meat he was serving. He showed me several uncooked steaks he had prepared that day including the fillet, Rib-eye and Porterhouse. The colouring, texture and smell of the meat was quite unlike what you’d typically find in most London butchers. Jason informed me that they get all their meat – which is delivered daily – from the renowned Hackney butcher the Ginger Pig. The Ginger Pig recently received Observer Food Monthly’s Producer of the Year Award. Their beef is 100% British born and bred from their farms in North Yorkshire.
Despite the enormity of our collective order their was not a morsel left on anyone’s plate within 15 minutes of commencing eating. A post match review of the meal concluded with some interesting findings. Most notable of which was Dr Cosgrave’s description of the

Chris Mair, Founder & Chairman of the SAS

Dr. David Cosgrave, Founding member of the SAS

Mr Dylan Amlot, Founding member of the SAS

Mr James Allen & Mr Ben Ashby, Founding members of the SAS

£144 of Chateaubriand