A copy of Michel Roux's new book, Desserts, magically appeared in my stocking on Christmas morning - and two individual, cardamom-scented rice puddings with caramel are now in the oven.
They will be served with freshly segmented mandarins, with the juice mixed with any caramel remaining in the ramekins.
I got the hairy bikers book of pies in my stocking, wanna swap.
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A copy of Michel Roux's new book, Desserts, magically appeared in my stocking on Christmas morning - and two individual, cardamom-scented rice puddings with caramel are now in the oven.
They will be served with freshly segmented mandarins, with the juice mixed with any caramel remaining in the ramekins.
Well, that was a disaster. So I'll just try something else tonight.
Advice is what we seek when we already know the answer - but wish we didn't
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin." - Aneurin Bevan
Made a pizza last night and I've now come to the conclusion that it just ain't worth using decent buffalo milk mozarella. There's simply far too much liquid to be of any use as a pizza topping, even after leaving it to drain for about 30 minutes. It's great in salads but after making the base, heating up a pizza stone and ending up with something that is anything but thin & crispy, I'll be sticking to the cheap stuff in future.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle.
Made a pizza last night and I've now come to the conclusion that it just ain't worth using decent buffalo milk mozarella. There's simply far too much liquid to be of any use as a pizza topping, even after leaving it to drain for about 30 minutes. It's great in salads but after making the base, heating up a pizza stone and ending up with something that is anything but thin & crispy, I'll be sticking to the cheap stuff in future.
A completely correct discovery, when it comes to pizza and mozarella, the cheaper the better.
Advice is what we seek when we already know the answer - but wish we didn't
I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full-frontal lobotomy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ kirkstaller wrote: "All DNA shows is that we have a common creator."
cod'ead wrote: "I have just snotted weissbier all over my keyboard & screen"
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin." - Aneurin Bevan
Dieting, new year resolutions etc – the new puritanism. Bah, humbug and all that.
In the meantime, I have a few more bits to put together for tomorrow's dessert – and then it's easy street for the rest of the day. I picked up a pheasant yesterday – already stuffed with plum and ginger, and covered in streaky bacon, so that'll be a doddle. Just going to do some puréed parsnip and some sprouts, à la Robuchon. Might make something for afters.
And the cocktail shaker – which was bought years ago, used for one festive season and has been gathering dust – has been fished out and given a very thorough wash, ready for tonight.