I was just sitting there minding my own business, when an ad came up for a recipe for “magic crust custard pie”. After reading the recipe, I suddenly had the urge to make and eat a lot of custard pie, albeit an English custard tart (… don’t get me started). Now the custard tarts I’m used to are English custard tarts; the ones that are speckled with freshly grated nutmeg, the ones that are fragrantly eggy, smooth on the tongue, lightly sweet and wobbly. We never had custard tarts for dessert, they were more like a “cake” to be enjoyed with tea, and boy, do I miss Birds the confectioners!
Since the “magic crust custard pie” recipe was too easy to pass, I decided to make it the same day I saw it. I mean, why not? I had all of the ingredients at home, only the result was so bad, I felt sickened by the ingredients I had just wasted. For once, I followed the recipe to the tee, and the result was an abomination. Why on earth it had almost 300 Continue reading
So I… sorry, we finally did it. What? Made strawberry jam. It’s been something I’ve always wanted to make, and now we have! We’ve made strawberry jam three times, and since jam moves so fast in my house, it’s not as if it will go to waste.
Initially it was Hang, who got me into making jam. She advised me that it was easy and very simple. However, I think I must have written down the instructions wrong or something, because she said it would only take 15 minutes. Ours was bubbling away for about an hour. Had we put it on low, we’d been there a day later! We were so bored of stirring and waiting, Continue reading
There was this small container of plump and juicy blueberries sitting in the fridge for around 2 weeks, and I really wanted to use them, but in what? I could have made the ricotta cake, or even scones, but I wanted to do something different.
I found a recipe for: “To Die For Blueberry Muffins”. Ok, the resulting muffins were good, but I certainly wouldn’t want to die for them! I hate that phrase, there I said it “to die for”, I hate it. Doesn’t that defeat the object of eating? Ok, rant over…. Continue reading