Nouvelle Indian Cuisine - A Purple Reign at the Purple Poppadom, Cardiff

Going for a curry can occasionally be, at least for an aspiring foodie, a bit of a lazy choice. No surprises are expected. Your order is usually on the tip of your tongue before you take off your coat. But for a completely new experience of Indian Cuisine, hubby and I visited the Purple Poppadom, winner of the South Wales Echo Food & Drink Awards Indian Restaurant of the Year 2013.

It is clear that, given the unprepossessing frontage of the restaurant which resides on the first floor of a non-descript building in Cowbridge Road East, Cardiff, the Purple Poppadom is a bit of a connundrum - a well kept but open secret. 

Walking up the stairs into the soothing purple decor, we were met swiftly and ushered politely to our seats. Given the searing heat in Cardiff on Saturday night, the air conditioning was just the right temperature (nothing worse than sitting under a blasting aircon unit or actually getting chilly!)

The Streets of Mumbai

The restaurant's Chef, multi award winning Anand George had just launched the summer menu, "Ocean". From Kerala in Southern Indian, Chef George has worked in many of the prestigious 5 star restaurants in Mumbai, and is a winner of the Tiffin Cup for the UK's Best Indian Cuisine, awarded by the House of Commons.

Largely unaware of this, hubby and I were about to be very surprised.

We started with "The Streets of Mumbai" - three mini taste explosions which included Aloo Tikki (potato cake served on a bed of spiced chickpeas), tangy puffed rice salad with tamarind chutney and the amazing Bombay Chat (described as a "pop in the mouth semolina pastry snack filled with yoghurt and homemade chutney, topped with gram flour vermicelli) - a taste 'bomb' of Indian flavours.

Even the chutneys which accompanied our poppadoms (crisp without any oily residue) were full of subtle flavours. The raita was not the usual heavy handed mix of yoghurt and mint but a delicate and zesty minty dip which complemented the crispness of the poppadom without rendering it soggy.

A happy hubby with poppadoms

And so to the main course. I had Chef George's wonderful signature dish - "Tiffin Seabass", the dish which won the Tiffin Cup - described as "sea bass pan seared and served on a bed of curry leaf infused mash potato; in a tongue tickling raw mango, ginger and coconut sauce with beetroot pachadi". 

Tiffin Seabass

The combination of flavours in this dish was spectacular. The fish was cooked to perfection, melt in the mouth with the flesh falling easily away from the skin with not a hint of dryness. The mashed potato was a refreshing change from rice and the sauce was a perfect blend of exotic flavours.

Hubby had the Murgh Chatpata Kolaphur, described as "from Kolaphur in Maharashtra, boneless chicken with a thick tangy onion, tomato, fenugreek leaves and lemon juice. 

 

Murgh Chatpata Kolaphur

A deceptively spicy curry with subtle flavours and a developing heat, the chicken was moist and tender whilst the sauce was fresh and natural.

We finished our meal with coffee and the bill totaled around £70 including drinks. There is a selection of delicious desserts on offer, including Chocomosa Anand, Chef's signature dish of a" light crispy pastry parcel filled with a melted Belgian chocolate ganache, served with home made vanilla ice cream" which is now on my 'to do' list for our next visit.

We will certainly be returning to sample more of some of the most authentic and delicious Indian cuisine we've ever come across (without travelling to India!).

[I was not paid for this review and the views expressed are all my own].

The Purple Poppadom is situated at 185a Cowbridge Road East, Cardiff. Tel: 02920 220026. www.purplepoppadom.com.

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Baker Days Cakes - The Birthday Card You Can Eat

The lovely people at Baker Days, artisan bakers and creators of a clever range of personalised, quality celebration cakes sent me a fabulous treat to review for you - one of their letterbox cakes.

Baker Days produce round cakes which come in 4 sizes, from the 3-4 portion letterbox cake up to the large 55 portion party cake. Simple to order, prices start from £14.99 and if you order before 2 pm your cake can be delivered the next day virtually anywhere in the UK. (Cakes ordered over the weekend will be delivered on Tuesday). Choose your size, flavour and add your special message from the wide range of designs. Best of all, cakes can be personalised using photographs supplied by you.

The letterbox cake which we tried, comes neatly packaged in an airtight tin, together with a gift tag, candles, balloons and even a party blower. It is a 5 inch cake, big enough for 3-4 modest portions (although I could happily have eaten the lot myself), and the cake we were sent was a carrot cake covered in delicious fondant icing. I have to say that it was the lightest carrot cake I have ever tried.



The cake as it arrived, perfectly packaged and protected.

Baker Days pride themselves on hand-making their cakes with natural ingredients and no preservatives. For example their buttercream is made with real butter and you can really taste the difference.

As it was Ieuan's fourth birthday, we took the opportunity to have the cake personalised for him (and created by friendly aliens) and he loved it. Hubby and I, sister Caitlin (5) and the birthday boy made short work of it!

Ieuan's photo - perfectly captured on his birthday cake

I would certainly recommend a Baker Days Letterbox cake as a fresh alternative to a birthday card or flowers. The cake arrived freshly baked and in perfect condition.They are also an ideal standby for those of us who are, ahem, less organised than we occasionally should be and need to send a thoughtful gift to a close friend or relative. You could even send a letterbox cake as a "thank you teacher" gift, instead of a box of chocs or a mug!

A perfectly sized cake for Ieuan

Further information from www.bakerdays.com. Have a look at their website to see how easy it is to create a unique cake to your preferred design.

*sample received for the purpose of this post.

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Sports Day - The Final Frontier For Mums

School sports day. One of those occasions where I wish I hadn't spent most of my PE lessons hiding in the toilet pretending to be the poster girl for Alldays. (The Bodyform woman always sang far too loudly and probably had chronic laryngitis).

Ieuan in sports kit with obligatory party hat and balloon

I did use to make an effort at hockey and loved to play Left Back, but largely because the LB on the vest matched my then initials. I still can't do a forward roll (forget backwards, consider Swiss). So I am determined that Caitlin and Ieuan will have at least a modicum of sporting prowess. They both ran a normal race (see I don't even know the term) and an obstacle race against the polite applause and cheering of the crowd of parents. 

The sound of this was drowned out by the woman bellowing at the front like a wounded buffalo - "mooooove it, moooove it". I don't know what came over me. In the same way, I cannot explain why I routinely cry at every school play and concert.

Still, I know it's not just me. I think many mums returned home beaming with pride and updated their Facebook statuses to the effect that their offspring ran like Mo Farah or Jessica Ennis. Hmm. No pressure then. 

I tell my two winning is good but it's all about trying your hardest and taking part. Just in case sporting prowess is inherited from their parents' genes!

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She's Nude, She's Rude, She's a Nudey, Rudey-Rudey

Oh for heaven's sake. In that tome that gives me palpitations, aka The Daily Mail, Laura Libbert last year asked the sterling question "Was I wrong to let a stranger's 5 year old son see me naked"? and since we've started swimming lessons for the kids this week, it seems highly appropriate to revisit the issue.

The late, great Kenneth Williams

Apparently, she was accosted by a horrified mother as she wandered around the communal area of a female changing room in her gym 'au naturel'. Cue much muttering of "well I let my sons (4 and 6) see me naked and they don't have a problem" and desperate canvassing of friends for their opinion - basically "be loud, be proud and woggle those dangly bits sista"

You know, nudity isn't actually the issue here, it's the lack of consideration for others' feelings and the lack of social awareness which seems to blight so many trips out with children these days. I don't care if you run naked like natives with branches in your hair at home, I don't want my kids viewing your shrubbery. To be fair, it sounds as if the writer accidentally dropped her towel rather than auditioned as a model for an Art Life Class but a bit of decorum wouldn't come amiss.

And isn't it OK to teach your children that wanting your own space and preserving your modesty is your right? Caitlin was happy to change for swimming in a cubicle rather than strip off in the general melee of naked boys and girls running about screaming like banshees.

The article also raised the question of when it is no longer appropriate for children to see adults naked - or is it always OK? Are we creating sexual hang-ups by hiding genitalia away? I think children are becoming sexualised far too early. Do I want my children to have sex education at 5? No. Do I want my daughter dressed like a beauty queen at 6? No. I think the point is that parents need to be on the ball (if you'll pardon the pun) to ensure that THEY take the lead in their child's sex education and are filtering the morass of inappropriate material thrown at all of us by the media each day. Will I be letting my kids have a Facebook account? No. Mobile phones? For anything other than emergency calls? No.

I'm sure at this point there will be much tittering (missus!) and cries of "well let's see how smug you are lady when they are pre-teens and your ears are bleeding from the demands" And I've a horrible feeling they'll be right.

But is it wrong to want to protect childhood innocence for as long as possible?

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Is it wrong to take a primary school child out of school to attend a WEDDING?

A while ago, Daily Mail journalist Jan Moir opined that taking a child out of school to attend your wedding day is wrong. Hmm. Leaving aside the issue that in time gone by having a child out of wedlock would have made you a social disgrace (in which case I'd be the talk of the Village), I find it hard to understand why some female journalists are so 'anti-women' and, particularly in the case of the Daily Mail's Liz Jones, so anti-family.




I also can't understand the draconian insistence that children must attend a full term of school in their nursery or reception years when they cannot even read or write (and in some cases are still wearing nappies)!

Of course I can see that attending school on a regular basis teaches valuable life skills which will stand kids in good stead when they enter the employment market but can we please use some common-sense? What if you happen to die in term time? Will your bereaved partner have to request permission to take the kids to the funeral?

The headmistress of our local Infants School is wise enough to understand that sometimes circumstances like this do arise and a few days absence per term are overlooked. A few days, mind, or the local authority fines start accruing.

The children also have a teddy bear they are allowed to take with them and photograph so that pictures can be included in his holiday album.

Whilst holiday companies continue to fleece parents mercilessly during school holidays, I'm sorry to say that absences are only to be expected.

A recent trawl of cottage letting websites revealed that some companies were adding as much as an extra £100 per week during school holidays. Basic economics or basic greed? You can fleece me once, but I won't be coming back! The same principle of not removing kids from school during term time doesn't seem to apply, I note, for school trips abroad!

It would be interesting to see what would happen to a holiday company that did not inflate its prices during school holidays. Would it sink without a trace or would it attract loads of loyal family customers?

Either way, it's time for a radical rethink about this issue or there'll be more staycations than vacations - and that, ironically, given the cost of living in the UK, could be even more expensive for families.

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Don't Let Your Children Watch TV?

In October 2012, Dr Aric Sigman, a Chartered Biologist, recipient of the Chartered Scientist award from the Science Council and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Medicine published a report which suggested that excessive use of technology and gadgets could cause long-term physical harm in children. I think it's fair to say that this report pressed quite a few 'guilt buttons' in parents around the country.

The report suggested that ANY TV viewing for children under 3 is dangerous to their well being and development. To prevent this Dr Sigman suggests banning television until a child is three years old and then setting a limit on screen-time, with three to seven year olds limited to just half an hour of viewing per day.

Mr Tumble, clearly a danger

The report also highlighted how modern children will have spent more time watching TV than they do in school over the course of their childhood and criticises parents for using gadgets as ‘electronic babysitters’.

Well, guilty as charged, m'lud. However, in my defence....

The only channel my children watch is CBeebies. We have a few DVDs, generally second hand Disney or the current favourite, Wallace & Gromit but that's about it. Frankly, given the cost of brand new Disney DVDs, I'd be tempted to replace Tinkerbell with Dick Turpin because the phrase 'daylight robbery' springs to mind.

The TV is not left on as background but at the end of the day if I am alone and trying to cook tea, then yes, it is a babysitter.

Hubby and I don't let our kids watch adult TV. I do remember breast-feeding through an entire episode of Midsomer Murders once but I don't think Caitlin has any homicidal tendencies (although having seen some of the sibling rows around tea-time, I do wonder).

Where possible, we all eat together in a separate room without the TV.  And talk.  But, how many homes today have the room? Look at the composition of the nine millionth housing 'development' appearing near you and chances are there will be just one or two 'family' sized houses, the rest being 2-3 bed boxes or worse, yet more flats.

I was born in 1964 and during my childhood remember "Watch With Mother" and in many ways that's the point. I think TV can be an educator if it is used in a supervised and sensible fashion. Sitting down with your kids to watch something like Justin's House or Numtums is a nice 'family' experience. I remember Trumpton and Chigley, Candlewick Green, the Pogles, the Clangers and Hectors House. Of course there was Playschool and Playaway too.  It was all so innocent.

Today, on the other hand, Postman Pat has a mobile and a helicopter and to me this is symptomatic of our urge to update everything, to modernise, to 'make relevant'. That, may well be where the problem lies. I'm surprised More Than isn't sponsoring the programme to promote pet insurance for Jess.

Adult culture is constantly being repackaged, dumbed down and targeted at the most vulnerable - our children, for example the ubiquitous Hello Kitty. And don't get me started on the teen mags. I remember the raciest letter you ever got in Jackie's Cathy & Claire column usually read "I kissed a boy, am I pregnant". The same level of sex education, ironically, displayed every morning on Jeremy Kyle. Then there's the gender diversity crew who think there's something wrong with little girls liking pink and that boys should be playing with Barbie.

Having a girl and a boy close together, I have been able to observe closely the differences in gender development. Here's a newsflash from our house - little girls like pink, they like princesses, they like make-up. This is not because some evil pink stasi has them in their sights. It seems to be some sort of simultaneous evolution among little girls of a certain age. Newsflash two - boys like to break things, hit things and take them apart. The sexes are wired differently. Ieuan occasionally wears his sister's ladybug costume but even he (at 3) is now finding it a tad 'girly'. Caitlin is endlessly fascinated by my jewellery (very small!) and make-up (slightly crusty).

TV is, for better or worse, part of how we live now but the responsibility and to a large extent control of our children's well-being and development is in the parents' hands. We'd be better off worrying about the quality of the nation's parenting, the exorbitant costs of childcare and the lack of support for working mothers than about the amount of TV children watch. 

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Stop! In the Name of Happiness - It's The Buddhist Way

I once attended an "Art of Wellbeing" Show in Cardiff where I was lucky enough to hear Lama Rabsang, a Tibetan monk, talk about the art of happiness.  

Lama Rabsang

Born in Kathmandu, Lama Rabsang, spiritual teacher at The Dharma Centre in Brynmawr, first studied to be a monk age 11 under the direction of his uncle. He then went to India to Palpung Sherabling, where he completed his studies. After entering a three year retreat he was appointed discipline master of Palpung Sherabling Monastery, where he stayed for four years. From there he travelled via Birmingham all the way to Brynmawr!

Today, Lama Rabsang works on a voluntary basis, organising meditation classes and ‘drop in’ sessions, for people who may want to learn more about the ancient teachings of Buddhism.  He regularly travels to three sites in Finland where he gives empowerments, teaching and instructions, and leads the regular prayers, teaching and meditation sessions at the Brynmawr centre, as well as offering public teachings and advice for individuals.

Buddhism dates back to the historical founder, Siddhartha Gautama, who is more commonly known as the Buddha. He was born as a prince in Nepal in 623 BC but the religion came relatively late to Tibet, in the seventh century. It teaches about four noble truths linked to the existence of suffering and Buddhists believe in karma, meaning people are reborn in different situations, possibly thousands of times.

So what did the Lama advise?  Briefly, he told us nothing is permanent and that we will never be truly happy unless we learn to live mindfully, experiencing the joy of each moment.  He told us that negative thoughts cannot and should not be resisted.  He said that negative emotions like anger, desire, jealousy, envy and greed cannot be pinpointed to one particular point in the body and we should just let them wash over us like a wave and if we do this, they will soon be gone.

This has a particular resonance for me during the 'arsenic hours' of 4 - 7 each evening when the kids are wound  up, tired and likely to kick off at the smallest thing, I frequently find myself shouting and then wishing I hadn't!

Lama Rabsang advises that when we reach the end of our rope we should absent ourselves and sit somewhere quiet for a few moments to, as he put it, "simply be".

If there are situations in our lives that we do not want, we must either seek to change the situation or practise forgiveness.  For example, a cheating partner should either be left or forgiven.  Staying put in unhappiness will not help us. We must accept, change or move on.

He also advised us to practise the art of gratitude.  He told us that here in Wales we are vastly better off than his fellow countrymen in Tibet and yet we are always chasing more, more, more.

Mindful meditation may be the answer to help us to focus on living in the moment. He gave an excellent example of how we are too future focused.  We spend ages cooking Christmas dinner, he related and yet after many hours shopping, preparing vegetables, planning the menu and setting a beautiful table, we will sit down to eat and promptly start discussing our plans for Boxing Day.  

I could have listened to him for much longer because he radiated an enviable calm and happiness which filled the room.

Truly, a thought-provoking, and out of the ordinary experience for a Sunday afternoon.

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