Speaking of words I love, oliebollen is quite a good one. Pronounced oh-lee-bollen, which is apparently Dutch for 'oily balls', the delicious little fruit-filled doughnuts are said to be popular around the world.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!
— Rice Pudding, A. A. Milne, 1924
As we enjoy the final days of summer, the weather 'person' has promised a series of scorching hot days, almost as if to send off the season with a rousing 'hurrah'.
One of the things I love about travel is that I can indulge myself and taste a selection of the foods that the locals eat in the area we are visiting - and then walk off the calories when I'm sightseeing. Thank heavens for good walking sandals.
Would you believe me if I told you that I have been fantasising about Angel Food cake since first tasting it in the 1990s? This, my friends, is a light and airy cake that makes me gaga, in a wobbly-at-the-knees kind of way. And I don't mind admitting to you that I am completely and utterly in love with it. Peter, my chief taster, concurs.
Apricots are in abundance at my local farmer's market and greengrocer right now. I love eating them fresh from the hand - with that burst of soft, sweet tasting flesh. Sometimes they have been picked a little too early and that's when they're perfect for baking into a tart.
'I've baked a strawberry tart. Would you like to come over and try it?' came the message from dear friend, C, who, fortuitously, lives less than a kilometre from my home, and has also recently retired. Okay, I realise I shouldn't be using a cliché here, but my response to her was: 'Is the Pope a Catholic? That'd be lovely, I'll be right over!'
There's been a packet of pearl couscous sitting on the shelf in my larder for what seems to have been the longest time. I think Peter and I bought it on impulse at Thomas Dux when they had a store in Sydney's Surry Hills. And that was a while ago.
'I miss you every Christmas day,' said my former sister-in-law, Anita, as she hugged me goodbye after we had caught up recently. 'And I especially miss your Tiramisu,' she added, with a wink and a smile.
'So these are apricots?' Peter asked, taking a bite of my latest dessert offering. 'No, it's pumpkin,' I replied. His eyes widened. 'Pumpkin? Really?!' he responded. 'You would never know pumpkin could taste this good in a dessert.'
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