Do you remember that song from Sesame Street, “One of these things is not like the other things; one of these things does not belong?” I think that many people may feel that song was made for these Smoked Mussel, Bacon and Brie tarts. Smoked Mussels and Bacon sounds like a delicious version of Devils on Horseback. Bacon and Brie? You betcha! Smoked Mussels and Bacon and Brie? Hmmm…But, trust me on this one. They are amazing! Such yummy tasty little bites!
Mmmmm…melty cheese….bacon…how could these not be good? And the smoky mussels combined with the smoked bacon is a perfect combo!
The recipe I used called for a can of smoked mussels. You could use these but I used some gorgeous chilli smoked mussels from my fishmonger which, IMHO, took these tarts to next level! The smoked mussels were actually the inspiration for me making these tarts. As soon as I saw them I knew I had to make something with them! And thankfully, the tarts did not disappoint. The chilli on the mussels added a lovely kick to the tarts. If you can’t find fresh smoked mussels, by all means, use tinned. And feel to add a few chilli flakes if the mood takes you!
I was thinking as I write it what a funny word monger is. There are not that many mongers about. Fish, cheese, gossip, iron and war were the only ones I could think of. Which is almost as odd a combination as mussels, bacon and brie!
Google also says there are scaremongers, fleshmongers, pearmongers and whoremongers among others. Who knew there was a specialised name for a pear seller?
Anyway, I digress. The other major thing I changed from the original recipe is the pastry. The OG recipe called for filo pastry. I’m not a fan of filo pastry for something like this. I think this sort of quiche type pastry needs a more solid shortcrust which is what I used.
You can find a link to the original recipe here. They really are delicious and a breeze to make. Even the fussiest eater in the world thought they were more-ish and believe me, those endorsements don’t come too often!
So why not flex your mussels and start bacon these tarts!!!! They’ll brie amazing!
We have had a few wet days this week (not complaining if it will put out some of the fires that are burning out of control). But the rather damp summer weather reminded of being in England last year and most particularly our trip to Cornwall where it rained buckets for the first two days. Which in turn reminded me of that great staple of Cornish food, the pasty! These are everywhere in Cornwall, well all through England actually, but eating proper Cornish Pasties was the very first thing we did when we got to St Ives. BTW, the people of Cornwall are tremendously possessive of their pasties. It is for this reason that I am not calling my version Cornish Pasties. Mine are more Cornish-ish Pasties.
We had an odd discussion after I ordered our pasties at the bakery.
“What did you call them?” asked the fussiest eater in the world.
“Pasties” In Australia, we pronounce these with a long A. Pah-sties.
Apparently, the correct pronunciation is with a short” A” like in “pastel”.
I can’t get on board with this, even if it is technically correct. They will always, and only ever be, pah-sties to me. If you’re British or a pedant, knock yourself out with that short A. For those of you not familiar with pasties or pah-sties, just remember that it is never pronounced “Paste-ies”. They are what strippers put on their nips and not delicious beef and veg cooked to perfection in a pastry case!
The pasties in Cornwall are crimped to perfection, each one the exact replica of its neighbour. Mine were a little bit more….hmmmm…let’s call them individualistic.
The perfectly shaped pasty:
Picture via foreignpolicy.com
Mine:
Pasties came about as food for Cornish tin miners. Originally, the pastry was just to protect the meat and veg from the dirt inside the mines so I guess that a few misshapen pastry shells would not have mattered back in the day!
There is a great article from The Guardian about the history (and contents) of the pasty which you can read here. My favourite bit of that article is the legend that the Devil was scared to cross the River Tamar from Devon because the women of Cornwall were renown for putting anything and everything into their pasties. Imagine popping down to your local bakery for a Satan Pastie! Although actually not quite everything – the carrot – which you will see in many recipes for pasties is a big no-no in the traditional recipes. Potatoes, swedes and onions are the only veg your pasty needs! It also needs LOTS of pepper.
Swedes are such funny things! I only recently found out that the colour difference in the swede is due to the white part growing underground and the purple part growing above ground!
I pretty much followed the recipe given by the Cornish Pasty Association except that I used bought shortcrust pastry! Another legend says that the pastry needs to be solid enough to be dropped down a mineshaft (and land) without falling apart. Mine were going from the oven to my lunchbox so I didn’t have to worry about their structural integrity so much!
Let’s wrap this baby up and pop it in the oven. While it’s baking away, let’s have a look at some of pics of St Ives and Mont St Michel.
This would be a great hill to have a picnic on. Get some pasties to go and enjoy the view!
Here is another article from the Guardian about where and how to eat your pasties. I actually think they are great for picnics as the pastry holds in the heat of the filling for a while. As for condiments – ketchup and the more of it the better for me. Maybe a teeny splash of tabasco with it!
This is The Sloop Inn where we stayed in St Ives.
And here is St Michael’s Mount. You can only reach this at low tide otherwise the causeway is underwater!
Let’s take a peek at our pasties…ah perfectly done!!!
What always astonishes me with pasties is how the meat and veg cooks exactly at the same time as the pastry. You never get any hard lumps of raw potato. It truly is like magic!!!! Now, where’s that ketchup?
Cornwall is so beautiful. I was really happy to be reminded of the trip and all the delicious food we ate there!. I made these pasties way back in October and just writing about them has made me want to make them again. Let’s hope the weather stays bad so I can get baking!
And finally, if you can’t get enough of pasties, here are some more facts….oops! I just realised I crimped my pasties in the Devonshire way! Good thing I said right from the get-go that these were only Cornish-ish (Cornish adjacent?) pasties!!!!
Happy Pieathalon People of the internet! Yep, it’s that special time of year when a group of bloggers get together and bake the good, the bad and the ugly of vintage pies! It’s also my birthday week so it’s double the celebrations for me! Pie and champagne! Life, my friends, is good indeed!😍
Let’s get down to it, shall we?
The Pie
Pie choice day is always exciting. What will that email from Yinzerella reveal? There is always a slight worry in the excitement – I am happy to have an odd pie – but not too odd. One of my favourite parts of Pieathalon is that I get to eat a pie so I always give a little silent prayer. “Please do not let this contain anything disgusting like offal or beetroot. Or sugary onions.” Speaking of the sugary onions, my recipe came from The Nostalgic Cook who sent Jenny the Sweet Onion Pie recipe last year!
Luckily the Gods, (and Kari and Yinzerella) smiled down on me. The pie I received was a gorgeous sounding Honey Cream Cheese Pie from Sunset’s New Kitchen Cabinet Cookbook from 1938. It is described as a “not-quite-so rich version of the very rich German Cheesecake. This Honey Cream Cheese Pie will be welcomed by everyone”. It was more than welcomed by me. I had most of the ingredients which is important when you are leaving the country for a month! I did not want to buy things only to have to throw away any leftovers because we were going away!
This book looks great. I love the little cartoony insets. The recipe page also had a v cute cartoon for a less than appealing sounding carrot mould.
Speaking of which…remember a few Pieathalons ago, when I made the Lime Jello Pie? I totally forgot that I had moved it to the fridge in the garage so the housesitters could use the main fridge. When I opened the garage fridge about a week after we got home, it was like I had just put it in there. It had not changed one iota in the month it had been in there.
Terrifying!!!!!
The Song
Every year I get a song stuck in my head at Pieathalon time. For my first Pieathalon it was Waterloo by Abba. For the lime jello pie I went a bit hair-metal and subbed in the words “Lime Jello Pie” into “Sweet Cherry Pie”
There were two contenders this year. The first was, of course “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” by the Four Tops. But nah, too obvious. The song that stuck was “Honey Child, what can I do?” by The Ballad of The Broken Seas. Which became Honey Pie what can I do? Which then morphed into….no, we’ll get to that…
Ch…ch…changes
The recipe for the pie says that it is big! Enough for 8 which was way too big given our impending departure. There were three eggs in the original recipe and everything else was easily divisible by three so I decided to make a third of the original recipe. And also that small pies were going to be easier to distribute out if we didn’t eat them all. It might be weird to give the neighbours who are picking up our mail a half-eaten pie. But I think, perfectly acceptable to give them a few freshly baked tartlets as a pre-emptive thank you.
The Bake aka Honey Pie what did I do?
I baked my pies on Saturday afternoon where there was a LOT happening. We were still booking some accommodation so there was stuff happening on the internet, there were phone calls, there was washing and packing and I don’t know just a lot of things going on. I was also obsessing about the nutmeg. Personally, I don’t like it so was trying to decide if I used it on all of the pies, or none or some.
But the making of the pies went perfectly. There was enough mixture for the 6 small pies and some leftover. I had a little taste of the raw filling, it was really good!!! I nutmegged three of the six tarts, popped them in the oven and went to hang out the washing.
When I came back inside I noticed a jug of milk on the bench. And realised that I had totally left the milk out of the recipe!!!!
It was too late to do anything about it. I briefly contemplated pulling the pies out of the oven, scraping out the filling, adding the milk and refilling them but they were already a little bit too set for that.
So, there was nothing to do but to sit and wait to see how these milkless tarts would turn out.
My song quickly became “Honey pies what did I do?”
The Verdict
The honey cream cheese pies looked so gorgeous when they came out of the oven, gorgeous golden domes. The smell of the baking was divine. And they tasted delicious!
We had one each while they were still warm from the oven and they were like a cross between a cheesecake and a Portuguese tart. So tasty.
I don’t know what the milk would have done to these but they were so good without it that I will not add it in when I make these again, which I will definitely do!
We had no leftovers to give neighbours or anyone else! I ate the last one the following night as we waited for the Uber to take us to the airport. With a little glass of sparkling wine, it was the perfect end to Pieathalon 2019 and the start of the holiday!
Thanks as ever to the amazing Yinzerella who organises this whole shebang each year!
You can find her Pieathalon recipe over at Dinner is Served 1972 and check out all the other pieathletes per the links below. Why not start with Kelly over at the Velveteen Lounge who got my recipe for Angel Pie?
Here is the full list of this year’s participants. Some of the links will not be working yet, I will update later today as people post their recipes!
These triple cheese and triple onion empanadas were inspired by two events. The first was my visit to Tasmania in January. There was a stall selling triple cheese and onion empanadas at the Salamanca Markets. I didn’t eat any because I was full of scallop pie but the memory stayed with me. The second inspiration was one of our Film Club pics. And the third, oh yeah, I forgot to mention at the start that there was a third.
It’s empanadas? Hell yeah!
The three kinds of cheese I used for the empanadas were feta, smoked cheddar and parmesan.
And the three onions were Spanish, Spring and leek.
This was the documentary choice in our first round (we are now about to start round 2) and it was a brilliant choice from one of my friends. I had never even heard of this film before this but I was so glad Film Club brought it to my attention.
The film begins with three young men, discovering that they were triplets who were separated at birth and adopted out to different families. Their reunion is the stuff of media wet dreams and the boys achieve a degree of fame with numerous froth pieces showing them dressing the same, talking the same, moving in unison, etc. And initially you think this is all the film is going to be about….how are they the same? How did their different upbringings make them different? What is nature, what is nurture?
Except it doesn’t quite turn out like that because the film then takes a dark turn. And just as you are recovering from that twist? It takes an even darker turn. I’m not going to spoil… but the end? OMG! I don’t think I have ever been that angry at the end of a film before. Talk about the heart of darkness.
I think this is a really clever piece of film making, the timing and pacing is perfect, the story being told is totally compelling. I can highly recommend this film. Except be prepared to be FURIOUS at the end.
If you are watching at home, my triple cheese and triple onion empanadas would make a great movie snack.
I can also heartily recommend the Aji Pique ( a Colombian hot sauce) I made to go with the empanadas. The recipe stated that in Colombia, they use this oosauce on everything fish, eggs, meat, chicken and I can totally see why!
For the empanadas it adds a sharp, spicy tang that complements the smoky cheesy filling and the crisp pastry.
Next weekend, why not bake up a batch of these empanadas and watch Three Identical Strangers?
The Lamington is a classic Australian Cake. New Zealand may try to claim the pavlova but there is no doubt about the origin of this delicious cake! It’s ours New Zealand and you can’t have it! Normally lamingtons are made in individual serving sizes but I made mine as one large Lamington Layer Cake meant to share. Because that’s what cake is for right?
On the downlow? Cake is also about eating it all yourself and not giving any of that sweet deliciousness to anyone else….
So what is a Lamington?
For a plain Lamington, you cut sponge cake into squares, dip the squares in chocolate icing then coat the squares in dessicated coconut.
Simple. Delicious.
My version sandwiches layers of sponge with strawberry jam and cream for a fancier version. My mum gave me a jar of the most delicious strawberry jam and I wanted to use it in the Lamington Layer Cake because when I was growing up, our local bakery always had raspberry jam in their lamingtons. So, me, you can’t have a lammy without jam!
Why Lamington?
The Lamington is named after Charles Wallace Alexander Napier Cochrane-Baillie (otherwise known as the 2nd Baron Lamington). He was the Governor of Queensland from 1896-1901.
One day, some totally unexpected guests dropped by Government House. And horror of horrors! All they had in the house to serve said guests was some stale sponge cake.
For a start…what kind of arsehole turns up at anyone’s house unannounced? If you turn up at my house unannounced, you’d be lucky to get stale cake. I’d pretend I wasn’t home until you went back from whence you came. Or maybe give you some Beetle Pie to teach you a lesson!
You turn up at the Governor’s unannounced?
Luckily for history, Governor Lamington had a French chef, Armand Galland, in residence who was less misanthropic than I am. Galland dipped the stale cake in chocolate and rolled it in coconut. The guests LOVED it and asked for the recipe. 😍😍😍
Lady Lamington was very impressed and asked Galland to make the cakes for all future official events. Over time these little cakes came to be called lamingtons. The first recipe for them was published in 1900 and people have been baking and rolling and dipping ever since! In 2009, the lamington was officially declared a Queensland icon in 2009.
Lord Lamington? Not a fan, describing them as “those bloody poofy woolly biscuits”. By all accounts though, he was a total dick who once killed a koala by shooting it out of a tree (whilst on a walk with ecologists to talk about conservation) so who cares what his opinion on anything was.
If you would like to join those guests in getting a recipe for Lamington Layer cake, look no further than the link below But don’t forget the jam!
Happy Australia Day for those who celebrate it! Enjoy the long weekend if you’re in Australia and try to keep out of the heat! Everyone else, have a wonderful week!
