Going back a long time when we where more obsessed with surviving and not having the latest Michael Kors bag we use to cook these crock pot stews all the time. Come to think of it the only thing that has changed is the need for the bag. Crock pot recipes have become almost as popular lately and for pretty much the same reason. They are fashionable and you can put almost anything in them while concealing your true self. I know – most of you are disagreeing with me on that but hey, facts have never been lies and the truth hurts.
“Crock pot recipes have become almost as popular lately and for pretty much the same reason”
Anyway – I’m not here to have a cat fight about your hidden self but rather to show you how to cook something über tasty with minimal washing up and hopefully somewhere down the line you realise that this crock pot stew is a fraction of the price of that bag and it gave you a lot more joy.
So why write just another crock pot recipe? Simple. This one is different from the rest and it tastes completely unique. We start of by embracing our heritage of cooking with fire. Yes fire. Not gas or fan assisted ovens or induction but good a good old fire. You know – those things that used to keep us warm in the cold snowy nights and served as our entertainment before YouTube and Facebook came along. You do not have to use a fire , but it will really make it special as the food slowly takes up a smoky flavour from the fire. If you do not have place for a fire just cook it in the oven and you will still get a great product.
“This one is different from the rest and it tastes completely unique”
A small while ago I visited a place very secluded in a Russian forest that had small wooden houses as accommodation and warmed by these old wood fired ovens. As a chef I could not help myself but to try to cook something in this. I found an old clay pot in the house that I’m sure was only meant for decoration but that was not going to hold me back. I washed of the dust and lit up the fire. The heat in the wooden house befriended with some local vodka was the warmest cosiest thing I have ever felt since leaving the womb of my creator. And I have to say mama also cooks a killer crock pot on the fire.
Equipped with nostalgia from child hood crock pots, open fires and a hand full of local Russian ingredients I seised the moment, chopped up my stuff and chucked them into the dust free ceramic pot with a bottle of beer and a mug of water. Into the fire it went and six hours later after some ice fishing and more vodka my crock pot was ready to be enjoyed in true medieval style.
Wolves howling, sky black as night, ground white as snow and a bearded man with a mug of ale, beautiful girl wrapped in fur and an appetite like a viking. I found my heaven.
Now I can die a happy man.