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Chilli & Za’atar Chicken Wings
By Silvena Rowe from Orient Express (Hutchinson)
Prep time 10 mins - 4hrs to marinate
Cooking time 30 mins
4 tbsp olive oil
Zest of 1 lemon
Juice of ½ lemon
4 garlic cloves, crushed
1 tbsp pomegranate molasses (buy, or recipe below)
2 tbsp za’atar (buy, or recipe below)
2 tsp Aleppo chilli flakes (or medium heat chilli flakes, or a mix of paprika, mild chilli powder & chilli flakes)
24 chicken wings
1 tbsp sesame seeds, toasted
1. Combine the olive oil, lemon zest & juice, garlic, pomegranate molasses, za’atar & chilli flakes in a large bowl.
2. Add the chicken wings & make sure they are well coated with the marinade.
3. Cover & refrigerate for 4 hrs.
4. Preheat the oven to 200C fan / gas mark 7.
5. Arrange the marinated chicken wings on a large baking tray lined with foil.
6. Sprinkle with the sesame seeds & cook in the oven for 25-30 mins, turning halfway through to ensure they’re evenly cooked.
7. Remove from the oven & serve hot or cold.
Makes 6-8 tablespoons
4 tsp sesame seeds
4 tbsp finely chopped fresh oregano (or 4 tsp dried oregano)
4 tsp dried marjoram
4 tsp ground sumac
1 tsp sea salt
4 tsp ground cumin
1. In a dry pan, lightly toast the sesame seeds on a high heat for 1-2 mins.
2. Then place all the ingredients in a blender & process until finely mixed.
3. Store in a jar in the fridge for up to a week, or 3-6 month if using dried oregano.
Makes 250 mil
1L pomegranate juice (from a carton)
115g caster sugar
4 tbsp lemon juice
1. In a large, uncovered saucepan, on a medium heat, stir all the ingredients until the sugar has completely dissolved.
2. Reduce the heat to a simmer & cook for roughly an hour, or until the juice has a syrupy consistency & has reduced to about a quarter.
3. Pour into a jar, allow to cool, then store in the refrigerator for up to 4 weeks.
Nigel's Top Tip
To make sure your home made za’atar can last for some months in an air tight container, use dried oregano rather than fresh, but you’ll need to double the quantity of dried oregano.
Dear Father Simon,
I am seeking absolution for something that began around 25 years ago and is still going on.
Like many children I had an active imagination, some might say an over-active imagination. It is fair to say that in my salad days, I did let my imagination rule my mouth. Or, if you prefer, I told fibs. All the time!
My creativity was employed to particularly goof effect at school. Perhaps it was an attempt to impress my friends, but back then, I came out with some whoppers. For example, I once pretended my village had a football team called Pugstone Rangers. Not difficult to believe considering that was the name of our village, but I also claimed to own said club, despite only being 9.
I also pretended to have a girlfriend living in Liverpool. Why wouldn’t I? I frequently told anyone who would listen that I was the youngest qualified sword swallower in the UK and maintained that my uncle had invented the fridge freezer.
Alas, my friends were clever for primary school children, and quickly saw through my tall tales. My ambitious claims became a source of entertainment for them, and humiliation for me. Nevertheless I persevered – swearing to a lurid account of Kelly McGillis coming round for tea, owning a real-life Chewbacca and applying to be Margaret Thatcher’s milliner.
The ridicule continued and I was on the verge of calling time on my fanciful falsehoods, when I stumbled upon what would become my greatest triumph. One day we were discussing European countries when I remembered my parents telling me that they took me to Germany when I was 6 months old.
“I was born in Germany”, I proudly declared.
I braced myself for my friends’ onslaught. I was surprised, stunned even, when everyone believed me. Not only that, but they seemed genuinely interested and eager for more information. I blurted some spontaneous responses to their questions – Leipzig ... Bayern Munich ... same colours as Belgium’s.
Later that week, I had a few friends visit after school. Coincidentally, my mum had some photographs out of our time in Germany – yours truly dressed in small baby attire. My friends would occasionally grow suspicious and asked me progressively more complicated questions. But I was always one step ahead.
Why didn't I have German passport? I was registered when we arrived in England. Why couldn’t I speak fluent German? I was too young to remember any. Why didn't I support Germany in the 1986 World Cup? I didn’t fancy them after they lost to Denmark in the Group stage.
After a while, I decided to stop making up new things, but my alternative birth reality had taken on a life of its own. Simple things like taking German GCSE fuelled the fire. Over the years the subject was brought up many times, and never doubted. Controlling when to cheer and when not to at England-Germany sports fixtures was a considerable form of stress to me.
I knew there was no turning back the day I got married. Every single speech on the day made reference to my Germanic heritage, and despite the audience being full of my family, people who had known me my whole life – including my mother and father who were present at my birth – nobody batted an eyelid.
After they had finished their toast, I took my two best men to one side and told them the truth. They had mixed emotions about my true origins but they did vow to get their own back at some time in the next 20 years.
I am still awaiting that punishment. In the meantime I seek forgiveness for misleading my friends; and from their parents who still commend me on my international roots. But most of all, I seek forgiveness from Kelly McGillis’ friends, sword swallowers, and the whole German nation, for pretending to be one of them for so long.