Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Pan-fried Venison with parsley polenta and red wine sauce
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Monday, 10 January 2011
Venison goulash pie with cucumber salad

Venison goulash pie
450g diced venison shoulder
1 Onion, thinly sliced
6 Juniper berries, crushed
1tsp Caraway seeds
1 Bay leaf
200g Button mushrooms
600ml Game or beef stock
2tbsp Smoked paprika
Salt and pepper
Shortcrust pastry
Heat oven to 200C/fan 180C/gas 6. Toss venison with a liberal sprinkle of plain flour.
Brown the meat in a hot pan, spoon onto a plate and set aside. Add a little olive oil to
the pan, then gently soften the onions with the juniper berries,
caraway seeds and bay leaf. Add the venison back to the pan, spoon in
the paprika and stir through for a few minutes before adding the
stock. Season, then simmer on a low heat for just under 2 hours; after which
the stock will have reduced, thickened and the meat will be tender. Pour goulash into a pie dish.
Roll the pastry out on a floured surface to about 5mm thick. Using a rolling pin, carefully drape the
pastry lid on top of the pie dish. Trim off any excess, gently press a fork around the edge and brush
with beaten egg (it's also a good idea to make a small hole in the middle to release any steam too).
Bake pie for 25 minutes until golden brown.

Cucumber salad
1 Cucumber
2tbsp Olive oil
2tbsp White wine vinegar
1/2tsp Sugar
Dill fronds, roughly torn
Salt and pepper
Peel the cucumber, then finely slice with a mandolin slicer (use a potato
peeler as a slicer if you haven't got a mandolin; it's a bit fiddly,
but still works). Stir in the oil, vinegar and sugar. Season, then mix
in the dill fronds.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Beware the friendly stranger
With a flourish of deranged abandon, a crazed pheasant flung itself across the windscreen of the car last night. My initial horror at its scant regard for the Highway Code was quickly replaced by the need to inspect the rear view mirror; both for signs of a jam sandwich in our wake, and the glint of steel in the shadows.
As times get harder and the cost of food rises, poaching is becoming increasingly common throughout the countryside and urban fringes. Dorset police have reported cases of bread and jam being used to lure unsuspecting deer in front of cars; with subsequent, vehicle-dispatched venison stolen into the night after motorists leave the scene.
In acknowledging the genuine seriousness of the situation, it’s hard not to be sidetracked by flickers of surrealism. Jam sandwich bait? It’s almost cartoon-like in its conception, as if Wile E. Coyote has been brought in as a consultant. A silhouetted figure leafing through the pages of a well-thumbed ‘Acme Poacher’s Compendium’, thin spirals of cigarette smoke twisting through low branches. Trout, hare, chickens, pheasants and (almost as bizarrely) bees, the rise in poaching is a reflection of the times - one that dustily echoes much older ways of life.
Game abounds at the village butcher. I’m busy contemplating the venison steaks when a quietly spoken exchange at the far end of the shop spills into laughter. “Don’t bring too many in, I’ll never shift ‘em” smirks the man in bloodstained white, his acquaintance nodding in agreement before trudging up the high street. The butcher knows I’m onto him, there’s a shimmer of malevolence in his eyes as he slides my venison across the counter. That, or he forgot to take an antihistamine this morning. It’s hard to tell really. I grab a box of farm eggs and faux-nonchalantly enquire about the locality of his wild meat. “We get allsorts in ‘ere, I’ve a man who helps me out – clean shot to the head is the best way.” Heading back to the car, it’s still not clear if he was referring to the deer or those who ask too many questions.
A handful of raisins and chips in a paper cone feel like an appropriate, Dahl-inspired addition to my game stew, the former swelling gently as they simmer away in the thick sauce. Hazy memories of the ‘Danny the Champion of the World’ school of poaching seem a million miles away in this day and age; poaching is a lucrative and large-scale business. Watch out for preserve-laden snacks in the headlights.
Posted on bbcgoodfood.com 14th September 2009

