Kerstin Rodgers

Supper Club: Recipes and notes from the underground restaurant


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Shuna’s Cornbread

       Candied Yams

       Corn-on-the-Cob

       Cheese ‘n‘ Grits

       Collard Greens

       Blackened Catfish

       Two Types of Fries

       Brokeback Baked Beans

       7UP Salad

       Pecan Pie

       Midnight Feast: The Black Album

       Black Russian Cocktail

       Black Olive Tapenade

       Black Cod’s Roe on Black Bread

       Black Sesame Salmon Balls with an Avocado Oil and Black Vinegar Dipping Sauce

       Nori Handrolls Stuffed with Black Rice, Black Kale, Black Carrot and Aubergine

       Beluga Lentils with Goat’s Cheese

       Squid-ink Tortelloni Stuffed with Goat’s Cheese & Lemon Zest with a Death Trumpet Mushroom Cream Sauce

       Marmite Chocolate Cupcakes

       Flower Menu

       Cava with Sweet Yellow Rocket Flowers or Hibiscus Flowers

       Courgette Flowers Stuffed with Goat’s Cheese

       Elderflower Champagne

       Ginger Beer

       Elderflower Fritters

       Marigold Bread

       Nasturtium Leaf Salad with Marigold petals & plum tomatoes

       Asparagus Mimosa

       Mint & White Chocolate Ice Cream

       Flower Ice Bowl

       How to Crystallise Herbs & Flowers

       Mint Tea with Pine Nuts

      Supper Club Directory

      Bibliography

      Acknowledgements

      Picture Credits

      Copyright

       About the Publisher

      Part One – The Notes

      Introduction

      We think of the restaurant as an ancient institution but in fact it dates back only a couple of hundred years to the French Revolution. Chefs emerging from the households of a destroyed aristocratic class no longer had jobs. The very idea of a restaurant at this time was revolutionary: a place where anybody who had the money could pay to eat. Suddenly, traders were sitting cheek by jowl with aristos; housewives next to duchesses. They were being waited on, not by their own private staff but by serveurs, people who would serve anyone with the financial means.

      That was the first revolution in eating out. 2009 was the year of the supper club. A new revolution.

      London is a newcomer to the supper-club scene, although in the 1930s an experimental dining club ‘The Half Hundred’, held in the modernist Isokon building in Hampstead, was attended by the artists and intellectuals of the day, such as Agatha Christie and Henry Moore.

      In fact, the very idea of food being important to British culture is quite a recent phenomenon. Britain leads the world in protesting against GM foods and declining fish stocks, while also promoting vegetarianism, animal rights and the growing of your own vegetables. At the same time, Britain, especially London, is a powerhouse of youth and alternative culture. Underground restaurants were just waiting to happen…

      Home restaurants have been popular in Latin America since the Cuban revolution, where paladares (Spanish for ‘roof of the mouth’ or ‘palate’) were set up in response to government restrictions and the American embargo.

      The pioneers of this phenomenon in London were Horton Jupiter, musician and host of supper club The Secret Ingredient, and me, under my blogging pseudonym of MsMarmiteLover. We both sprang from an alternative sub-culture in London where people lived cheaply, ate at donation-only squat cafés and ‘skipped’ food from supermarket bins (‘dumpster diving’), partly in response to sheer poverty, but also as a protest against consumer waste.

      In January 2009, Horton opened his living room to strangers. Two weeks later I did the same thing. Now a new home restaurant or pop-up is starting every week in London, and is gradually rippling out to the rest of Britain. I get daily e-mails from all over the country, asking me advice on how to set up a home restaurant. In this book I set out a ‘how to’, a manual.

      When I started The Underground Restaurant in January 2009, I announced it on my blog and was shocked when a hidden readership emerged out of the digital woodwork and left comments, asking if they could attend the first dinner. Things continued from there. It was difficult to handle the onslaught of interest from the world’s media at the same time as working out how to run a restaurant in my living room.

      I called my living-room diner ‘The Underground Restaurant’, which has become a generic name for this type of restaurant. It’s not really a restaurant, more a table d’hôte with a fixed menu. It’s not literally ‘underground’ either (I have been asked this!), but conceptually, in the 60s counter-culture sense. The legality of supper clubs is not yet clear and the risks will be explored