Triple Citrus Tart
Oooomph. Where to begin. It's taken me nearly 24hrs to get this post uploaded - not because of the recipe, more because I'm really not sure what to say. I guess I could gloss over the election but truthfully, that doesn't sit well with me - it's just too damn important. Even if I don't get it right all the time, I'm a passionate person and this Trump debacle has really got me riled. Like many, I had so much hope he wouldn't win but deep down I knew it was a very real possibility - we had a dry-run with Brexit, which set the alarms bells officially ringing. Back then I thought the likelihood of us voting to leave the EU was slim to none and whilst I had pretty strong opinions on the matter, I kept reasonably quiet beforehand. Then, in the wake of the result, I found myself so angry and full of contempt for anyone who didn't vote to remain, I was almost blinded to what was really going on. Similarly, the US have found themselves dumbfounded that something which had been under their noses the whole time was seemingly ignored. As I said at the time (of Brexit that is) - it's as if the veil has been lifted and we are seeing the society we live in clearly for the first time. It's a frightening thing when you suddenly feel like you're surrounded by strangers - I'll admit I couldn't look people in the eye for a number of weeks, thinking 'did they... ?' 'was it them who landed us in this mess?' 'what were they thinking?!!', which only really results in a climate of collective distrust.
And then I realised that's exactly how many 'Brexiteers' and 'Trump Supporters' have most likely been feeling for years. Outsiders. The forgotten ones. Voiceless and discarded. We've only had a few months of it but can you imagine what that must feel like on a permanent basis? I fully acknowledge my privileged upbringing and by that I mean having two parents who did everything in their power to give my Sister and I the best possible start in life. The word 'opportunity' has been bandied about a lot these last few days and that is precisely what I was always afforded - the encouragement to believe I could do anything, regardless of how much money we had or what my gender was. It's amazing how powerful someone believing in you can be ... I can tell you now it made me fearless. However, and despite my unshakeable demeanour I do know what it feels like to be judged on your nationality - it's hard to believe now but I used to accept someone saying to me 'oh, that's so Irish' with the implication my heritage somehow equaled stupidity - and no, I wasn't simply misunderstanding the tone or being 'paranoid', this is precisely was they meant. Even in recent weeks I've heard people referring to my fellow Northern Irish folk as a 'bunch of misfits' (as well as gleefully dismissing our border concerns - we don't want one, by the way) and I can tell you it hurts ... such small-fry though when you consider the hate that has consumed people recently but no less significant. Trump's election too has worryingly legitimised these beliefs and made it okay for people to freely say what they've obviously been thinking for years. And perhaps therein lies the problem. Do we really know what has contributed to the current hate-filled climate, where we are turning on our neighbour and saying unfathomable things to one another? How have the political, economic and social structures been a factor in cultivating beliefs that simply aren't true ... no, not all Muslims are terrorists and (despite Trumps shocking proclamations) not all Mexicans are 'rapists and criminals'. P.S. I did a little fact check on the exact words he used, if you need further reminding of his rampant xenophobia: When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people. What a charmer, eh? And how nice of him to acknowledge there's a few good ones in there too. A real stand-up guy. Cripes, is anyone else missing Obama already? What I can say is, from personal experience, and having lived in an area of Chicago that had many wonderful, hardworking, talented, friendly, law-abiding Mexicans, Trump couldn't be more wrong about this wonderful community of people. Of course, every nation has bad apples but that is something certainly not peculiar to Mexico. As an aside, I was thinking about the similarities between the Mexicans, Polish and Irish (and other countries that have suffered economic/social difficulties), and that is our readiness to go to where the work is. When times are tough, our willingness to pack our bag, get out there and survive is something to be admired, in my opinion, not something to be sneered at or derided. We like to put our best foot forward and graft ... even if it means living hundreds or thousands of miles from home. It's not always ideal but sometimes it has to be done. What I'm trying to say is, in many ways, I sympathise with Trump supporters, and those who voted leave - I really do. But many wrongs do not make a right. It seems to me their identity is wrapped up in a past that no longer exists, and that is difficult to come to terms with. Luckily us Irish have had many years of practice, which means our sense of identity is kind of rock solid - we take it with us wherever we go, and I dare say it's the same for the Mexicans et al too. All of this (feeling alienated in their own country, limited work prospects, and the rest) amounts to a collective sense of injustice, which is precisely when you hear people mouthing off about 'immigrants taking our jobs' and whatnot - absolute nonsense, of course, but this is what people really believe. True story - my Dad's job was to get people into work and he told many, many stories of highly educated immigrants (I'm talking Doctors, Lawyers, Educators etc.) taking low-paid 'menial' jobs just to earn a buck ... jobs, I might add, that nobody else was willing to do. To live in another country, respect its way of life, contribute economically and still retain a strong sense of self must feel like a slap in the face, even when it's not intended that way. However, the blame cannot be laid at the feet of the people simply trying to do right by themselves and their families. People are angry then and have turned to Donald Trump, of all people, for help and guidance. Sigh. The man that has espoused so many offensive, nasty, vitriolic things over the past year and a half is entering the Whitehouse, and will reign supreme as of January. Misogyny aside (that's a whole post in of itself and Hadley Freeman has already done a better job than I ever could in how it overtook the campaign), Trumps win this week has given the almighty thumbs up to blatant racism with a fair old nod to fascism too - the far right have readily claimed the victory as their own, which can only have a unsavoury ripple effect around the world. No, not all Trump supporters are racist but when you align yourself with the likes of the KKK and Marine Le Pen, you must know you're headed in the wrong direction for answers and solutions, no? Then again, I would probably be described as one of these mythical 'Champagne Socialists' I keep hearing about ... even though my budget is more cava and I left my hardcore socialist tendencies back at college. Side note; I did enjoy canvassing for the socialist alliance with Mark Steel once back in the day ... that man is an absolute hoot and I thoroughly enjoyed trundling the streets of southeast London with him even if we came nowhere close to winning. In case you're interested, his column on the whole Trump catastophe is way more insightful (and hilarious - I may have howled, ahem) than mine, so I wholly recommend you give it a read, especially if you're in need of a laugh. I know I was. Ugh. So what to do now. Well, in addition to sharing every relevant Guardian/Greenpeace article I come across (yup, I am one of those annoying left-wing people - hi there!) and spamming Facebook and Twitter like a maniac, I'm also going to try and properly connect with my community more. No, really. Those disenfranchised people we're alluding to? They actually exist - and they're not all evil or want every immigrant deported asap. Equally though, that doesn't mean we have to tolerate the bile that has been spewing from people's mouths nor do we stand by when others are being abused for their religion, race or sexual orientation. We move forward, we come together but we emphatically do not sweep the hate that has been openly incited under the carpet because otherwise it's all been for nothing. I could write a list of further concerns from the environment to planned parenthood and beyond but I get the sense you came here for a recipe and were greeted with a rant and for that I can only apologise. If you would like to add your tuppence-worth, by all means leave a comment below ... just remember there's enough hate out there at present to fill a thousand arks, so let's keep it on the right side of kind. Instead, let's give each other a much needed virtual hug and enjoy a nice slice of Citrus Tart. M'kay? M'kay.
what you'll need
for the crust
50g desiccated coconut
50g brazil nuts
pinch of salt
1 tbsp. coconut oil
4 medjool dates
for the filling
juice 1/2 lemon
juice 1/2 orange
zest & juice 1/2 grapefruit
1 tsp. lemon extract
1 heaped tbsp. agar agar flakes
1/4 cup/60ml water
1/4 cup/60ml agave
pinch of salt
20g crushed pistachios
what you'll do
place the cashews in a large bowl and cover with freshly boiled water. set aside for 30 minutes.
pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees celsius.
place the coconut, pistachios and brazil nuts in a food processor and pulse until it becomes like fine rubble. add the coconut oil, salt and dates and pulse again until it just comes together - pinch some of the mixture between your fingers to test ... if it sticks, you're good to go.
transfer the crust mixture to a small tart tin and press into the mould using your fingers. refrigerate for 10 minutes to harden slightly before baking for a further 8-10 minutes in the oven - you can add baking beans if you wish but it shouldn't make too much of a difference. remove from oven and cool in the fridge until needed.
drain and rinse the cashews and add to a blender.
place the agar agar flakes in a small saucepan along with juices and water. simmer for 5-10 minutes or until it completely dissolves. this will also intensify the citrus flavour.
add the liquid to the cashews along with the lemon extract, grapefruit zest, agave and salt. blend until it is completely smooth, scraping down the sides from time to time. this will take anywhere between 10-15 minutes, depending on your blender and will go through several stages ... coarse, nubbly, thick and then smooth. if it is not entirely silky, you must keep blending until you achieve the desired consistency otherwise it will negatively affect the texture.
pour the filling onto the cooled crust and smooth with the back of a spatula. cover with clingfilm and freeze until set (about 2 hrs) before transferring to the fridge for at least and hour or preferably overnight.
roughly chop the remaining pistachios and scatter around the edge of the tart before serving. serves 4-6