Feeling self-indulgent, so I’ve made a flan, with lots of whipped cream and home-grown raspberries (from the freezer).
It’s only the second time that I’ve made crumpets from scratch. I think I’m starting to get the hang of it: most of the batch had the requisite appearance of numerous holes on the top.
I’ve always used yeast when baking bread, but recently got my hands on some sourdough starter. A couple of experiments with loaves were not a major success – they rose OK, and tasted fine, but the crusts were rock-hard and inedible.
Yesterday, I thought of making rolls instead. They’ve worked out well.
Not something for everyday, though, and keeping sourdough starter alive for several months in order to be able to bake the odd batch with it doesn’t really appeal or seem feasible. I might getabit of dried sourdough starter to keep in the cupboard in case the fancy strikes me again sometime.
Having 2/3rds of a Kilner jar of pears left over from supper last night, I was seized with the desire to do something I haven’t done for some 20 years – make a flan!
I’d intended to be good. Honest, I did. But the Co-Op didn’t have gelatine, nor even lemon or lime jelly, so my plan of making a jelly using the syrup from the jar( to put between the sponge base and the fruit) had to be abandoned. I was forced, absolutely forced, to use whipped cream instead.
Very yummy it was, too.
The tail-end of a punnet of strawberries needed using up, but there’s no cream! However … inspiration: there’s a quarter of an elderly bar of plain cooking chocolate. Choccy-covered strawberries are the answer!
This is what summer evenings are supposed to be like! Eating outside on the patio at just after 9pm (omelette, oven fries, lettuce from the garden). A vast mass of some 40+ swifts performing a complex ariel ballet overhead, pausing only occasionally to scream low over the garden.
Later, there will be raspberries, fresh-picked and still slightly warm from the setting sun on them, with a drizzle of cream.