Rachel Khoo tweeted me!

This lady became my food hero after I watched her programme and saw the kind of amazing meals she could turn out of a kitchen that was honestly no more than a camping gas stove and an oven about the size of a microwave. My dream of moving to Paris after graduation suddenly seemed that little bit more possible.

If she can make meals that make the French sit up and take notice from possibly the world's smallest kitchen, then I can do it in my full-sized (if somewhat cramped) kitchen in my student house.

As you can imagine, my housemate has begrudgingly agreed to be my guinea pig for when I do make something from her book. What a trooper.

Avoiding "Fresher's Panic" Part 2: Shopping solo

I’ve been back in my house for a week now, and the food I’ve eaten since then has been delightfully and almost disconcertingly healthy. I’m very lucky in that my new housemate doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, and she prioritises vegetables over meat. It’s remarkably easy to copy the eating habits of someone like that when you don’t want to be the only one leaving the house to do an “emergency chocolate run” or eating meat every single day.

It won’t stop me from baking, so don’t worry too much about me!

Since I moved in and waved goodbye to my parents, I’ve cooked Jamie Oliver’s amazing stew (recipe can be found here) for when my friend came over to keep me company and a return to an old favourite, ratatouille; and Cat has made an amazing bacon, leek and sweetcorn chowder as well as leek and potato soup that we had with Marmite and cheese on toast (the Marmite was purely because the cheese from the corner shop was offensively tasteless).

Today I decided that I really needed to do a food shop – I couldn’t keep on just expecting Cat to cook for me, it was probably my turn again! So two of my friends and I piled into my car and off we went to Asda to do the dreaded food shop.

I don’t know what impression people have of students (no, don’t answer that!) but when I went up to the till and started chatting with the lady about how busy it was, she rolled her eyes and laughed. “Oh, it’s all the students coming back and getting their parents to get the first shop in!” I smiled, amused, and said that I was coming back for my last year. She paused in scanning the smoked mackerel fillets (they’re going towards a firm favourite later this week, mackerel risotto) and looked at the pile of vegetables and distinct lack of ready meals – or, indeed, booze; and smiled.

Fresher’s Week starts up next week for us, so I’ve really been out of the student bubble for quite some time, but the one thing I never really forgot was the horror of finding how much food costs. I am aware that I am in the very lucky position of being able to choose to buy more expensive food rather than always having to settle for the cheapest possible version of things, but there are some things that I think can do a lot to ease the panic of doing that first solo food shop when you come to university.

Back all those many years ago when I was about to start university, my parents suggested I do something very sensible – it’s helped me work out budgets ever since. We sat down and drew up a hypothetical shopping list, including the kinds of things you’re unlikely to need to be buying every week or month, like coffee and pasta. By the end of it, I had a rough idea of how much money I’d be spending on an average month’s food; and now that I’m in my fourth and final year of university, there are some things about doing the Great Food Shop that have become clear to me. And, being the kind soul I am (stop laughing), I’m going to let you in on some of the things that kept me sane when I was doing these food shops.

Learn to prioritise what you save on and what you splurge on.

You probably don’t want to take the risk on value chicken fillets, and unless you know you’re going to wrap them up and freeze them immediately, I wouldn’t advise getting them when they’re yellow-stickered. Rice, on the other hand, is rice. Unless you want your grains of rice to be hand-picked and individually inspected, I can’t see any particular benefit to spending more on it.

The better quality it is, the less you’ll need

I’m thinking of cheese in particular here. You’ll need twice as much if you’ve bought it and it gave you change from a pound, so you’ll have to buy twice as much to get the same flavour as you’d get from something more expensive – where’s the real saving in that?

Look for deals…

Especially on things that tend to be very expensive or are particularly high-quality. Today in Asda, they were selling the Debbie & Andrew 97% pork sausages for £2. I bought three packs, wrapped them up in twos and put them into the freezer.  They’ll keep, and now I know that for quite some time I’ll have some there in case I suddenly have a yen for sausage and mash.

… but be sensible

If you’re being a bit brave and are trying something you’ve not had before, don’t buy six of them because they’re on offer. If you don’t like it, you’ll probably leave it languishing at the back of your fridge until it can walk out itself and throw itself into the bin.

Work out a menu for the week

It’s sounds incredibly OCD, and to a degree I suppose it is – but having a menu means that when you come to doing a shop, you have a basic idea of what you need to buy. Even if it’s a very general menu and you don’t stick to it entirely, it means that you will have things to make some form of a dinner. I sit down and make a menu on a weekly basis; and sometimes I don’t make what I’d had written down, but if I’ve bought, say, pasta sauce, lasagne sheets, mince and white sauce, even if I don’t want to make lasagne I could still make spaghetti Bolognese.

Always have these things in your cupboards

They are invaluable.

• Rice
• Pasta
• Couscous
• Dried herbs
• Stock cubes
• Chopped tomatoes

Other things might be on some people’s lists (baked beans for instance), but if you’ve got nothing but these things in your cupboard, you’d still be able to make pasta or rice with tomato sauce. Not particularly interesting, but it’s better than not eating anything.

Next up is how to make sharing a kitchen bearable – I’ll give you a hint, it’s all to do with a song by Aretha Franklin…

Avoiding "Fresher's Panic" Part 1: What you actually need in your kitchen

If the middle of August is the time for the “back to school” rush, then the middle of September is what I like to call “Fresher’s Panic”. With that in mind, the next few posts are dedicated to easing this potential panic.

The new wave of university students have got their results, they know which university they’re off to and what sort of accommodation they’re going into, and there’s a blissful fortnight where you look around and think, “the rest of my life is about to start.”

August has disappeared and is replaced by September. While everyone else has gone back to school you sit there, smugly awaiting the beginning of term. Town is yours again – you can go in the middle of the day, safe in the knowledge that the only people sitting in the park are going to be pensioners and other smug university students.

But then suddenly you’re into the second week of September. You haven’t even started sorting through the stuff you want to take to university – and then one day your mother comes into your room and announces that it’s Time To Make A List.

Consider this my lesson to you, future freshers: the list of things your mum thinks you’re likely to need at university bears little resemblance to what you are actually going to need at university. Especially in your kitchen.

Firstly, a disclaimer: if you’re going into catered halls and you’re pretty certain that on the days you’re not given food you’re just going to be having a microwave meal or you’ve already planned on making friends with someone in a self-catered hall who can provide you with food, you really won’t need any of the things I’m about to list. The kitchen you’ll have will be pretty Spartan. As long as you have a mug, a cup, a bowl, a plate, one knife, one fork and one spoon, you should be okay to sort yourself out if you’re not getting a meal provided.

But for those of you going into self-catered halls (or indeed a house share), you’ll need the following for your kitchen:

•  Plates: make sure you’ve got plenty so that if you haven’t done your washing up, you can still   eat off a plate rather than straight from the saucepan. 
• Bowls: Same again 
• Cutlery: Same again, particularly for teaspoons. Buy fifteen, twenty – hell, go all out and buy forty. I can almost guarantee that you’ll not come home at the end of the year with all of them.
• Mugs, glasses: As many as you think you can be bothered to wash up regularly. Pint glasses from pubs tended to appear as if by magic in my kitchen in first year – I’m not advocating this at all, but if one should make its way into your kitchen… Just think about how much money you’ll have spent in the pub by the end of the year. That’s all I’m saying.
• Saucepans and lids: You want a small saucepan for heating up things like baked beans; a medium one for making pasta; and maybe a larger one if you’re likely to make pasta for more than just you. 
• Frying pan: Get one with decent non-stick and you’ll be laughing. There are so many meals that you can make just by using your frying pan – invest in one where the non-stick doesn’t come off the first time you wash it. 
• Wooden spoons, fish slices: if you’ve got these you’re sorted.
• A baking tray: I wouldn’t have touched the one that lurked at the bottom of my oven in halls with a bargepole, let alone cook my dinner on it.
• A slow cooker: Honestly, you really should have one of these. You can get them quite reasonably. Mine cost a tenner, my friend got one for fifteen and Lakeland is currently offering a small one for about £20. They’re so, so worth it.
• Bottle opener and/or corkscrew: Obviously.
• If you’re that kind of person, storage containers. I used them for pasta, rice, coffee – but that’s just who I am. I hated having hundreds of packs of pasta cluttering up my (small) cupboard. At least this way, you can see exactly how much you’ve got left so you don’t end up leaving with half a kilo of assorted pasta shapes.
• Washing up sponge and liquid - and a scourer for when you decide to make pasta when drunk, forget about it and burn it. (Actually if this happens, just throw the pan out. You’ll never get cremated pasta off the bottom of a saucepan – believe me, I’ve tried.)

There are all sorts of other things that you’ll need for uni (bedding, for one), but as far as I’m concerned, these are the main things you’d want for in your kitchen if you’re in self-catered halls. Different people have different priorities – for instance, I had a steamer because my logic was if I could cook vegetables at the same time and in the same pan as my potatoes I’d be more likely to eat them because it didn’t take up much space; whereas one of my floormates seemed to rely on the tomato sauce in his spaghetti hoops for his five-a-day. I came away with a box absolutely laden with stuff for my kitchen that barely saw the light of day once I started uni – bag clips to keep things like bread fresh, an infuser for if I didn’t want to make tea straight in my mug, some fancy contraption to cut cling film. All that happened was that they lurked in that box for the entire year, gathering dust, because I was far too busy having fun and doing first year university student things to worry about using a cling film container with a concealed sharp edge to cut it neatly. And you will be, too.

I'm off to Snowdonia tomorrow morning and will be entirely without internet for a week, but on my return expect a post about the lovely bake-y, cake-y things I made for the holiday and the continuation of my anti-panic guide to moving to uni - starting with the first food shop.

Making the best of a bad bake

These were supposed to be lavender macaroons with a lemon buttercream filling. As you can probably tell - they aren't.

That's the thing about baking, it can be an awful lot like life sometimes. You can follow the instructions to the letter, do everything in the right order, keep a watchful eye on things; and yet sometimes, just sometimes, it all goes wrong. A new recipe can go just as wrong as one you've made hundreds of times before; and no matter how often or not you've attempted this creation, the sense of disappointment when the cake hasn't risen or the flavours just taste off is always the same.

And here lies your choice. You can choose to throw it in the bin and vow to never try making this thing again - or you can say to yourself, "oh well, I'll try doing it a slightly different way next time" and make the best of a bad bake.

They weren't lavender macaroons - but they were quite suitable as Eton Mess - particularly with homegrown blackberries and a drizzle of crème de mûre.

The start of a whirlwind romance

Once upon a time there was a 21 year old student called Rebecca. She loved cooking, she loved being with her friends, and she loved surprises. Then, one day, she met a slow cooker. And it was the beginning of a lifelong romance.

A few days ago my parents bought me a slow cooker to take to uni. I don't know why I'd been hesitant about using one - maybe because I kept confusing it with a pressure cooker which still frighten me a little bit. It is potentially the best investment I've ever made. I'm a big fan of anything where you just throw food into something, forget about it for a few hours and then suddenly go, "oh, there's something in there" and then are presented with a meal you've made without even realising it. Suddenly I can see myself heading out of the house for university having put, I don't know, stuff into the slow cooker, working all day, then coming home and having a meal already made. If that's not the perfect scenario then I really don't know what is.

I'm moving back to university in about a months' time, so I thought I should probably get acquainted with the slow cooker. After meeting up with someone for a very long coffee and planning session, I came home and added sausages, bacon, the remnants of some chorizo, two tins of chopped tomatoes, a tin of cannellini beans, an enormous clove of garlic, and half an onion to the slow cooker, seasoned it, gave it all a stir, then turned the heat right up, stuck the lid on and forgot about it for almost four hours until my parents came home making all the appropriate "yummy" noises as they walked through the door.

I'd consider anything that gets cooked in a slow cooker to be fast, although you could easily argue that anything that takes four hours to cook is hardly quick - but to my mind, if it's something you can get started and then leave for anything from three hours to overnight without constantly needing to poke and prod at it - it's fast food. And it really does fit in perfectly with a student lifestyle - throw the ingredients in and stick the cooker on when you leave the house to go onto campus (high if it's, say, a lecture or a seminar; low if you're going to be particularly studious and go to the library afterwards), come home and dinner's ready. I think that it really should make the list of student necessities. With hindsight, it probably would've made mine - although, my list three years ago (when did that happen??) included a corkscrew, a cafetière and a garlic press so maybe I'm not the best frame of reference for a typical student...

Falafel

It was exactly a year ago yesterday that I arrived in Montpellier, absolutely terrified out of my wits as to what the coming year would entail. I don't think I've quite processed the fact that not only is my year abroad over; it's been over for nearly two months.

Opposite my university was a little falafel place that did falafel wraps and chips for the princely sum of about 4€. I only ever tried it once, which is possibly my biggest regret of the year. There is something incredibly satisfying about a flatbread filled with salad and falafel, and it's hard to describe how it feels to be sitting in a foreign country where you speak the language - but not the language that the owner of the restaurant was chatting to his friend in. It feels more authentic somehow, to be sat eating a traditionally Middle Eastern food surrounded by people speaking Arabic.

What I had for lunch today was somewhat less authentic, but no less satisfying. A while ago, on one of the weekly trips to the deli, I spotted a box of falafel mix and decided I had to buy it. It was simplicity itself to make - just add water to the dried mix and give it a good stir, leave it for 2-3 minutes then fry for about 30 seconds in hot oil. In the absence of pitta bread, I decided to have my falafel as part of a salad, and dressed it with a yoghurt and mint dressing. The mint was sourced all the way from our back garden, and pre-washed by the sudden shower that lasted just long enough for the laundry on the line to get soaked and for me to rush out into the rain to get it in.

While I'd love to find a tried-and-tested, genuine falafel recipe, a mix like this definitely fits the bill in the interim.

"La petite madeleine"

Because I am, as we have already established, broken as a student, about a week ago my mum and I sat down and looked through the Lakeland catalogue, making a wishlist like children at Christmas. Something I've noticed about Lakeland is that for every item that you wonder when one would actually have need for such a thing (banana guard), there will be something that you don't need but have to have (silicone cupcake cases that look like flowerpots), and something that you absolutely need in your life right this second. For me, that was a silicone madeleine tray.

Marcel Proust wrote about the experience of dunking a madeleine into a cup of tea, and how this simple act took him back to his childood in the first part (Du côté de chez Swann) of his unnecessarily long work, À La Recherche du Temps Perdu. Since then, the delicious treats have become synonymous with French childhoods - possibly helped along by the famous little girl who lived in an old house in Paris all covered in vines...

This weekend, as the weather has been ridiculous, making some lovely treats to make me feel like I was in Paris was really the only thing to do.

I looked all over the internet for a suitable recipe for my little madeleines but the ones I found seemed lacking in something. There were a couple that sounded lovely but I couldn't make as I was missing some ingredients (ginger madeleines, you will be mine!), but some seemed to have too much butter, or too much flour, or too many eggs. Getting thoroughly fed up, I suddenly had a brainwave. "Hey!" I thought, "I speak French. Let's put my degree to good use by looking up a French recipe." For surely, surely, if something is so quintessentially French and appears to be the Gallic equivalent of making fairy cakes, then every French person would have a suitable recipe, right?

Happily my theory was correct and here is my translation of the one I found and used, which originally came from here. This makes 48 mini madeleines from this mould, and would make around 20 normal-sized madeleines 

2 eggs

150g flour

1/2 tsp baking powder

125g butter

150g sugar

Zest of one lemon

1. Mix together the eggs and sugar until the mixture is frothy.
2. Melt the butter completely, then add to the egg and sugar mixture.
3. Sift in the flour and baking powder gradually, stirring well to ensure everything's well mixed.
4. Add the lemon zest or, if you prefer, 1/2 tsp of vanilla extract.
5. Spoon into the madeleine moulds and bake in the top half of an oven set to 200 degrees (that's for a fan oven) for 5-7 minutes.

I was incredibly grateful to have had warning that the mixture is incredibly liquid - probably due to melting the butter rather than just softening it - and if you're making mini ones, the ten minutes it takes for the first batch to bake, cool and for a few to be eaten is just long enough for the mixture to firm up a bit. A few recipes I found advocated letting the batter sit in a fridge for anything from 2 hours to the entire night - but honestly I couldn't say I noticed a difference in taste between the ones that were baked right after the batter had been mixed and the ones where the batter had rested.

Yummy, especially just out of the oven, and also pretty divine dipped into a cup of tea - particularly the next day when they'd gone all sticky. Maybe Proust did know what he was going on about after all.