Saturday, May 22, 2010

You should probably go there.

Today I went to the Bodhi Tree Cafe, on the corner of Scarborough Beach Rd and Oxford Street with my friend Matt. It's like the ellipse in a Venn diagram of two of my great loves good food/coffee and great books.
Their philosophy collection is wicked.

The vibe of the cafe is chilled and you're kinda mixed in between shelves of books.
I liked it. Right now you're probably thinking: why is she telling me this? What does this have to do with cooking? Why am I still reading this? Hey, actually why are you still reading? Don't you have that really important thing to do?

Embarrassingly enough, you're still reading. Could I type any old rubbish and you'll still read it? Asparagus. Peanut. Mixed lollies. Mixed metaphors. I can feel the power pulsating through my veins. Muhahah.

Okay: so there were reasons I was telling that story, but I was just proving a point. An arrogant, unnecessary point.

Reason One:
It's a good cafe. If you like books to make you think and nice, homey type food, I recommend it. Plus it's pretty ethical, they use fair trade coffee, most of their stuff is vego friendly and they serve their take-away coffee in biodegradable cups.

Reason Two:
I had a savoury muffin at this establishment. And I was thinking: savoury muffins are not respected, produced and eaten enough. They don't have to be unhealthy or overly fatty, and if you MAKE THEM YOURSELF you can control how healthy they are, rather than being affronted by the uncontrollable and potentially lard laden mass-produced-commercial-muffins. So soon I will be producing a savoury muffin blog entry. This muffin was sweet potato, baby spinach, fetta, sunflower seeds (they added a great texture) and seeded mustard.*

Mid muffin consumption Matt got stuck in his jumper. The zip just wouldn't undo. It could have all ended in panic and eternal jumper wearing. Imagine the embarrassment of having to wear the same jumper for the REST OF YOUR LIFE. This could have legitimately happened. Cafes are high risk, exciting places, kids. Full-on, life-changingslashdamaging events can take place there. This little anecdote has nothing to do with food... I'm just trying to impress you with how badass my life is and friends are.

Anyway the moral is: The Bodhi Tree Cafe: it's cool and laid back and yet simultaneously edgy and risky, you never know what's going to go down there, at any moment you could find yourself trapped in your own jumper. Situations like this that require great initiative or possibly forceful zip coercion could go down there at any moment. Between situations of chilled literary cred-inducing lounging. You should probably go there.

Here is my stab at replicating the recipe of this enjoyable muffin related experience...

Sweet Potato, Fetta and Spinach Muffins

You need:
2 cups self raising flour
2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1/3 cup veg stock
2 tbsp olive oil
3 tbsp seeded mustard
200g baby spinach
200g diced sweet potato 1.5cm cubes
150g danish fetta
1/4 cup sunflower seeds
1/2 tsp pepper

What do I do?

You preheat the oven to 180 degrees C.

You microwave the sweet potato cubes on high for 6 minutes, check if they're cooked through, but not mooshy, if not, zap a little longer.

You Mix the flour, milk, eggs, mustard, stock, olive oil and pepper in a bowl.

You gently stir though the rest of the ingredients, including the (now cooked) sweet potato.

You spoon the mixture into a greased muffin tray... it should make about 16 muffins (but this is a total guesstimation)

You bake em for twenty. They should be slightly browned.

Let me know if it works out for ya!
FYI, Urban Sppon says:
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  1. Your Bodhi Tree experience sounds a lot like my Powell's experience.

    If you're ever in Portland, Oregon, you are hereby encouraged, nay, instructed to pay a visit to Powell's.

    It is housed in a building that can best be described as rickety. It takes up several floors of said building and is so large that you are issued with a map on entry. New books stand shoulder to shoulder with second hand books. The occasional beanbag invites the passing geek to nestle down with a book or three for a hour or so. There are no injunctions to buy-before-you-read.

    The shop also boasts a coffee shop furnished with an eclectic mix of tables, chairs, benches and such. Some people appear to have settled in for the duration, surrounded by piles of books. A good old boy has set up his chess board and will play anyone. He trounced Björn, but declared him a very good player for his age. Some wonderfully bohemian types are drinking coffee and eating muffins and such. All in all, it is probably as far as it is possible to get from the stereotypical American eating establishment.

    To make things even better (if that were possible), the building is within walking distance of a rather good street market, which boasts some pretty good buskers and street performers.

    What's not to like?

  2. It sounds jaw-droppingly amazing. I must go. Must.