There is an interesting story about this custard : it is said the ‘far breton’ used to be a very simple custard until the pirates in the harbor of Saint-Malo ( France) added the vanilla, rhum and prunes. All those ingredients were coming from plundered vessels, which not only adds an richer taste to this dessert, but also the taste of adventure. Now, we’re in the 21st century and you’ve probably bought legally all your supplies… but still think about the pirates when enjoying this dessert.
Come beginning of spring, I get antsy like a squirrel in front of its depleting nuts reserve : the count down to September starts as it is only then when I will be able to make a fresh batch of blackberry jam. You’ll think, why tease us with a recipe we won’t be able to make before another 5 to 6 months ? Well, because there is preliminary work to be done ! Finding your wild blackberry spots is the name of the game : you want them accessible enough not to get too many scratches in the process, but hidden enough not to be within everybody’s reach; sunny enough so that you can get beautiful ripe fruits, but not overexposed for they would get dry; also, make a mental note to pray for some rain, to get juicy fruits… Once nature played its part, you can play yours. This is how it goes :
If you are a purist, and you’re not famished, you will allow the dough to rest 3 weeks to 6 months before finalizing your gingerbread. This is how it is supposed to be traditionally prepared. If you’re stuck in a snow storm and hungry as it is my case today, you can also get it done in 1 hour.
When not in Rome, you can still do what the Romans do. Meaning, for the matter at hand : Tiramisu ! Continue reading “Tiramisu”
Punctuality is the King’s politeness and that of the soufflé eater as well ! In other words, when your better half prepares a soufflé do her the courtesy of being on time at dinner. This will give her a chance to boast for the 5 minutes the soufflé will be risen !
Have you heard of the chamallow test ? It’s designed to assess kid’s ability to resist an immediate temptation in pursue of a greater satisfaction but later on. Well, I can tell you my better half fails this test almost on a daily basis, when, after a long and grueling day at work, he comes home to wolf down a bag a industrial pretzel before he gets to taste that delicious dinner I made for him. And it’s bugging me. I feels almost cheated on by this pretzel bag. So in a very “adapt or die” move, I decided I will prepare nibbles, quick and easy, and he’s snacking before dinner will not be cheating anymore.
Taste works in mysterious ways ! All my childhood and still now, I heard my mum wonder why I did not like beetroots despite their sweetness. I, personally, feel they taste like dirt… There are a few, but still some, ingredients that are on my blacklist. And looking at this list I wonder if I’m fit to live in the US because cinnamon and sweet potato had been blacklisted for some time already… See, I never was too big a fan of the sweetness of the sweet potatoes and their mashy texture. But to keep an open mind I kept trying and here is at last a recipe to make them to my taste !
Cobblers were created when the English settlers in their American colonies were not able to bake their traditional desserts for lack of suitable ingredients. As a French settler, in my humble American colony, often struggling to find my French go-to ingredients, I felt quite entitled to bake a cobbler for our Thanksgiving dinner.
D-5 before baby number 2 is officially due! Last time I was cooking before I was due, I did not have time to finish as we had to head to the hospital and my apricot jam ended up in the trash when I came home 5 days later. This time I’m only going for quick recipes, so nothing gets wasted.
As I’m typing the recipe, I also realize how much I’ve been free styling : changing fruits, removing ingredients and adding some. So this clafoutis is also now sort of my baby. Continue reading “Exotic clafloutis”
A week after Labor Day, not only are sprinklers switched off in the playgrounds, and is the saying “No white after Labor Day” all over the place, but your local farmers market is also giving you a hint it’s the end of summer ( I hate to break the news ) and arrival of Indian summer ( to keep a positive mindset ). No more berries in the spotlights, apple and pear crates are taking over. Continue reading “That’s the way the crumble crumbles”