Come Dine With Kay!
Turkey Meatballs & Chickpeas in a Piquante Pepperdew Stew!
This recipe is being entered in the Peppadew ‘I love British Turkey’ blogging competition. Many thanks to my Mother In Law for the recipe, she is a far better cook than I’ll ever be. Right, here goes nuffink! Please click play on the link below, and use it as background music? I’m trying to set a scene here…. ;O)
In the true spirit of ‘Come Dine With Kay!’ you have all arrived fashionably late…..bearing huge bottles of wine and gifts boxes of chocolates, lovely! I’m wearing my best smart casual outfit (jeans and a clean T’shirt for once), and I must say you all look very swish too! And wow! Look at you! …..my goodness, you’re not shy with the sequins are you!
While I faff around in the kitchen trawling the fridge and the cupboards for ingredients, I would love you all to have a comfy seat in my erm…mostly immaculate living room. Please make appropriate small talk and kindly ignore the towering pile of toys shoved into the corner. I’d appreciate it if you could stop kicking the toybox and setting off the Zhu-Zhu hamsters.
First of all I’m going to raid the cupboards and the fridge for my ingredients and have a small glass of wine to steady my nerves.
Here I have fresh coriander, 400g of minced turkey, a tin of chopped tomatoes (with the same amount of water added), 2 sliced onions, 1 small chopped chorizo sausage, 2 mushed cloves of garlic, ground cumin, salt, pepper, olive oil, cayenne pepper, chilli flakes, a tin of chickpeas, paprika and last but not least Hot Whole Sweet Piquante Peppadew Peppers!
Right, so this is the bit where you wander around the house checking out if I’m a nutter or not. Up the stairs you go, I’m happy here banging the cutlery about. ‘Don’t worry about me!’ *Pours another glass of wine*
Oh no! I’ve forgotten to tidy away my antique, priceless, collection of silverware. It’s all on display. Silly me.
First of all I mix the garlic with the turkey mince:
Next I roll them into small balls, whilst giggling nervously and making a crap joke about small pink balls.
Then (whilst ignoring the bangs on the ceiling and the laughter from upstairs) I begin frying the chorizo in the pan until the fat starts to flow a little.
‘Ah, you’re all back! Did you enjoy your tour? So sorry about leaving the silverware out….’ *waits for complements* *doesn’t get any*
‘What do you mean you went through my wash basket?!!! Oh no, of course I don’t mind. You’ve brought something down with you?’ *Kay lapses into a stunned silence as you (yes you with the sequins…) wave around my all in one, fluffy, multi-coloured fish, fleecy adult-baby-gro outfit that I wear on very cold evenings and on camping trips*
‘No I don’t mind! I said you could look around didn’t I! *smiles sweetly*
Kay thinks: ‘Well, it’s the burnt bits at the bottom of the pan for you milady!’
I return to the kitchen and begin shallow frying the meatballs in a glug of olive oil whilst swearing under my breath so my guests can’t hear me.
‘I’ll put on some music shall I? Some nice relaxing classical music maybe?’
‘What? You prefer Guns and Roses?!!!’
Kay thinks: ‘Sequin top lady is cruising for a bruising, I might have to drop a meatball or two on the floor at this rate’
I have another slightly larger glass of wine and listen to the male guest with the blue spikey hair who is ‘art-critiquing’ my favourite sea-side painting. I just like seagulls! Get over it! (I think this rather than say it because I’m trying to be nice and get more points)
‘Oh yes I agree, these sort of paintings are rather outdated, but I do like them!’ *stares daggers*
I return to the kitchen and:
You should all be slightly plastered now as I’ve kept the ‘Come Dine With Kay!’ evening rolling along nicely with the strongest red wine I could find at Morrissons. Great! I’m sober as a judge though. *hiccups*
‘Would anyone like another glass?’ *fills everyone’s glasses to the brim*
Kay thinks: ‘Well, it if I get them drunk they won’t notice if the food tastes rotten.’
I’ve had to split up spikey haired bloke and you. I think to myself, ‘Oh hell, I should have found a cattle prod as well as a decent recipe.’
‘Just come into the kitchen and sit down will you?’ ‘There’s no need to cry now…..I know your outfit is well…a little erm, showy, but the man has no taste!’ ‘I think you look lovely! Kylie carried the look off beautifully’ (about ten years ago, but I’m not going to say that am I?!
You stagger back into the living room, sloshing your drink onto my pastel blue carpet. I begin to wonder if I’m seeing double, and the spikey bad-hair-cut-man is threatening to chew his own arm off (I think I’ve taken too long), and I think it’s time to serve up! Brace yourselves! I proudly carry my prized praline Denby casserole dish into the front room. I am showing off, but then this is the telly, I’m pulling all the stops out here!
*hiccups* *pours another glass* *downs in one* *fills glass again* *T’is nerve medichine you see*
There you go! Plonks casserole dish on the table. Knocks a few knives and forks on the floor. Ah well, a bit of dirt never did anyone any harm. I pick them up and put them back on the table and sway slightly.
‘Well, tuck in everyone. Let me know what you think! It’s not like it took any effort or anything!’ Pitta bread goes nicely or you could add rice. I chose pitta bread because I always make soggy rice and you can’t go wrong with grilling bread can you? Or can you?
‘Stop spitting out the hard bits of bread! It’s just not nice! Honestly I’m not inviting you lot round again. No, you can’t dip ZhuZhu hamsters in the food. Oh for gods sake, I give up’
*********************End credits scroll down the screen******************
Narrator: ‘Will Kay win or did the guests think her dinner was just a turkey of a meal? Find out next week…..’
Narrator: ‘This dish features delicious moist turkey meatballs, complemented with a lip-smacking spicy tomato and hot sweet piquante Pepperdew pepper sauce. The chickpeas add an exciting slightly nutty contrast. Best enjoyed with a sensibly sized glass of red wine and good company. Ahem!’