Oh you have a dietary requirement – how interesting….

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“How do you know if a person is vegan? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.” Funny joke, but it really does ring true. And not just being a vegan, but most dietary requirements.

I have first hand knowledge of this, having worked in the hospitality industry for 10 years. From the local down the road to the very best restaurant in Sydney, when waiters walk to your table and ask, “Are there any dietary requirements I need to be made aware of?” don’t think they aren’t judging you. Do not think for a minute that they aren’t thinking, “Yeah right, you say you are vegan, gluten intolerant and have a sulphite allergy? Ooh how interesting you must be – do tell me more!” Don’t think that when they arrive in the kitchen to tell the chef that the lady on Table 21 has a ridiculous amount of allergies that the chef will nod and appreciate it. No, instead expect something more like “what the fuck, are you fucking kidding? Why even eat out?!”

As a reservationist for many of the top restaurants in Sydney (including one that happen to have a dessert on the finale of Masterchef, may have mentioned it), I was presented with an exorbitant amount of requests for food allergies. One in fact was an A4 page of what she can and can’t have. In that case, we had a week before their booking and had to ask the chefs if we could even accommodate her. She was very gracious about her predicament however I do not think that all people who have allergies or food intolerances are.

In fact, I think there’s a fair few “intolerances” that are just wolves in sheep’s clothing. You can’t eat gluten because it bloats you? No, you’re just vain. You say you’re a vegan but will eat red meat on special occasions – fraud. Can’t have potatoes? Well maybe you shouldn’t drink the vodka in your hand. You say you can only have organic artisan bacon made from monks in the hills of France because it is free of sulphites, which you are highly allergic to – no mate, you’re just fucking difficult.

And that’s where my problem lies. People who “choose” to have an intolerance or allergy or whatever, make the people who have an actual food intolerance look like a bunch of difficult, petty jerks. I know this, because I have lactose intolerance – for real. When I’m at dinner parties and the topic comes up, I see the empathy on your face as you exclaim “Me too! Don’t you just love Bonsoy?!” I will nod politely, but don’t think for a minute we are somehow comrades in arms, crusading against oppression – we are not. Don’t think for a minute I care that you can’t get a decent soy green tea latte down the road – I don’t. And I don’t want to hear about the great raw vegan recipe for cheesecake you have – no one does!

As I mentioned I was in hospitality for 10 years, I know what is said behind the pass about those with intolerances – I use to do it myself. And for the most part, they are legitimate and workable. Particularly gluten and lactose intolerances, there are numerous alternatives that make life so much easier. However when you mention that you can’t have gluten but then order a beer, maybe you have an intolerance to a hangover than an actual allergy.

Those who have an actual intolerance know what to order in a restaurant, don’t like to make fuss and know exactly what they can and can’t have. They will politely decline cake but will not shout it from the rooftop. They will ask for a cup of black tea save for explaining that they can’t have cow’s milk at a friend’s place. If you are going to have an “allergy,” perhaps do some research on what you can and can’t have before ordering the exact thing that you can’t have. We get it, you are highly allergic to milk but can have chocolate – ooooh yeah, tell me more about it!

The Hunt for the Jack of Fruits

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Life in the tropics has presented a few challenges – my vegemite melting in the cupboard for one. But that is the trade off from moving away from the madness of Sydney to a much more relaxing and quieter lifestyle. When the Irish Sailor and myself decided we had enough of the parking tickets and spending an hour to drive anywhere, we knew that things would be different. And how exciting that prospect was! I for one was most excited about the tropical fruits and one in particular was Jackfruit.

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I first came across Jackfruit when I was working at Quay Restaurant in Sydney (have I mentioned that I worked at Quay…). Masterchef had just aired the Snow Egg for its finale and it was all the rage. And it is definitely worth the hype, taking the chefs much longer to make than they present on the tele. The Snow Egg is made in different flavours, depending on the season.

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So when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast one morning and saw this ungainly fruit bigger than my head, I asked the Pastry Chef quite blantantly “what’s that?” I was told it was Jackfruit and it was being broken down for the Snow Egg and that it’s grown in the tropics in Darwin for only a short time of the year.

So with this in mind when we ventured up North, I was determined to track down and eat lots of Jackfruit. I really didn’t have to venture far – the clever folk at the Rapid Creek markets have it ready done and packed for convenience. Phew! It’s not the most pleasant of fruits to extract goodness from.

A few fun facts about Jackfruit:

  • It’s the largest tree-bourne fruit in the entire world. They generally weigh between 1 and 15kg, and are oval in shape.
  • It’s a member of the mulberry family
  • Once ripe the flesh becomes creamy yellow, with a juicy, banana/pineapple-like flavour.
  • The jackfruit contains lots of large white seeds – these can be roasted and eaten like nuts or can be boiled and eaten like yams.
  • It’s a real pain to remove the fruit from the aforementioned “large white seeds,” like really painfully tedious
  • Available between April and July, jackfruit are used in soups, main dishes, desserts, drinks and ice-creams, or enjoyed fresh on their own.
  • Often mistaken for the awfully smelly durian (gross)

With my lovely container of Jackfruit and being all sentimental about Quay, I thought I would make some Jackfruit Granita. Here’s roughly how I did it:

Jackfruit Granita

700g Jackfruit
1 cup caster sugar
1 cup water

Put the water and sugar into a saucepan on a simmer to make a simple sugar syrup – should only take about 5 mins. Once done, put into the fridge to cool down

Process the jackfruit in a juicer. With the jackfruit being so fibrous, it’s not especially juicy and it is recommended that it be passed through a fine sieve to remove the fiber – but ain’t nobody got time for that (snap!). So I was lazy and combined the pulp and juice with the sugar syrup together.

Place into a shallow metal tray uncovered and chuck into the freezer for a few hours.

Once it starts to freeze around the outside, take a fork and scrap from the outside to the middle so everything is remixed and then chuck back into the freezer to set again. This is the break the ice crystals up and make it fluffy.

Now most recipes also call for the granita to be scrapped with a fork every 30 mins for 8 hrs. This seemed like a massive commitment, so I did it a few times every 30 mins before serving it.

Once it’s ready, just scrap it back and serve in some pretty glasses like this one (so classy!)