Dark chocolate cheesecake with hazelnuts

Hello.

I spent what felt like an eternity watching the hair-thin black line blinking impatiently on my screen as if tapping its feet and saying 'Well? Write something!' So this is how it begins.

One hundred and sixty seven days have passed since I last clicked publish and snapped my last photos. I feel like a forgotten object, tucked away in the attic, coated in dust; the knowledge of blogging only a distant shimmering memory. The trepidation of returning swells within my belly with the nagging seeds of doubt scattered at my feet. 
Should I?..Shouldn't I?...Can I?..Oh, why not.
So here I am, for now, as long as I am able, perhaps less frequently than before but up again nonetheless.

Greedy Gourmand is back in the kitchen.

The idea of trying to recount all that has passed since our last encounter makes me feel as though I am tumbling down a neverending rabbit hole - the memories are simply too many to type. So instead, here is a small segment from last week, or as I prefer to call it:

Valentine's Half Birthday

When we decided to have a child, the thought of creating new family traditions whirled through my brain, one of which was the celebration of our children's half birthdays.  There would be an individual theme for each child, half a birthday cake and candle, a very merry half birthday song (the Madhatters unbirthday song re-worded), and their favourite breakfast culminating in a small get together with grandparents.

For Valentine, whose half birthday falls in March, I thought a Madhatters tea party would be fitting (inspired by the March Hare). 

On a gloriously sunshine soaked day we gathered at a park, wore our happiest hats, brought our largest Cheshire grins and gorged on pizza, iced tea and dessert. As Valentine is still young I only organised a few games such as the Caucas Race (guests run around in a circle, and when you shout 'stop' the last one to sit down/run to the middle is out) and Find The Golden Key; prizes were jams, cookbooks, teas and cups. It was great fun to be silly.Her half cake was a Paleo Chocolate Cake so that she could enjoy it too. 

And now I leave you with a very merry dessert.

prep time: 20mins to get cheescake in oven.

cooking time: 1hour to cook and 4hours to chill.

total: 1hour and 20mins plus 4 hours chill time.

taste: 4.5/5. The second cheesecake I have fallen for.

This one pleased almost all - there were a few strange people who thought this cake was just too decadent for them - well have a sliver and give me a slab, I'll happily eat the lion's share. The filling is sweet with a cocoa warmth and a slight tang. It's smothered in a dark, sinfully yummy ganache that's spiked with a hint of sweet nutella and then speckled with roasted hazelnuts and a sprinkling of sea salt. You have sweetness, bitterness, saltiness along with some crunch and fudge - this cake is a keeper.

would I make it again: Y-E-S.

recipe: http://www.ambitiouskitchen.com/2012/11/dark-chocolate-cheesecake-with-chocolate-hazelnut-ganache-toasted-hazelnuts-sea-salt/

Poached eggs on challah with pecorino and pesto

 "It's only after a bit of breakfast that I'm able to regard the world with that sunny cheeriness which makes a fellow the universal favourite. I'm never much of a lad till I've engulfed an egg or two and a beaker of coffee."

P.G. Woodhouse

With a broken oven and no kitchen counter (alas the wooden one had to be replaced) I have felt rather out of sorts. More than that actually, I feel as though I've left the house with only one shoe on; a touch lost and a little bit befuddled.
Luckily I managed to get one last great breakfast in before my kitchen disappeared into a void, hopefully to reappear shortly. Mumma's hands need to be cookin'!

ease: 4.5/5
prep time: 5mins.
cooking time: 2.5mins.
total: 7.5mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Even the sweet tooth will rejoice.


There's no savoury breakfast dish I would choose over a sweet one; until now.

I love this combination! The sweet buttery challah against the richness of the egg with a salty hit from the cheese all brought together by the herby pesto (I didn't have enough basil for a pistou so I added some pinenuts) - yum!

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/POACHED-EGGS-AND-PARMESAN-CHEESE-OVER-TOASTED-BRIOCHE-WITH-PISTOU-242969

Poulet Vallee d'Auge

“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when it's morning again, they'll wash away
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games 

 I am happy to say that the last few nights have been filled with dream-feeds, snuggles and sleep-laced sighs only. For now at least, there are no night terrors lurking in the shadows.

I thought the above quote was fitting not only because of its reference to dreams, but because of it being part of the Hunger Games trilogy. As you know, the sound of my heartbeat is strangely akin to the sound of a turning page; books run through my veins. Unfortunately, the love of reading is not one of the things my husband and I have in common; video games are where he finds his escape. So imagine my surprise when he turns to me and asks, 'so what is that hunger game book about?' Granted, it was the release of the film that peaked his interest, but whatever gets the fish on the hook, hey?

I gladly lured him in enough that he actually picked up the audio books and listened to them. And after a couple of chapters he would stop and we'd have a discussion about what had happened, something I have been waiting 8 years to do with him; talking about books with the love of my life made me grin from ear to ear and head to toe. Alas, he has finished with the trilogy (he thought it was OK, but enjoyed the first film), and now I am thinking of what else I could 'catch' his interest with - any suggestions?

Because I was so pleased with our nightly book discussions I decided to whip up something a little special for his dinner on the last night, and luckily, it tasted as good as its intention.

ease: 4/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 55mins.
total: 1 hour.

taste: 4.5/5. A hit with hubby.

Unfortunately I cannot comment on the taste, but after only two mouthfuls, the husband was already exclaiming that it was really good and he would want it again. The recipe above is my adapted version, original recipe is below.

would I make it again: Yes.

recipe: http://gourmettraveller.com.au/poulet-vallee-dauge.htm

Mascarpone pancakes with mango & blueberries

Mornings filled with the melodical babblings of a curiously exuberant 5month old little girl and the rustling of papers crammed into laptop bags are the sounds that begin each weekday.

My husband chews hastily on toast whilst tickling our daughter's feet and grabbing his car keys, in moments he is out the door and I am left to split my day between playing, feeding, cleaning and cooking until his evening return. Six days a week, breakfast is a speedy blur eaten on the fly. But on sweetly slothful Sundays, breakfast is lingered over and most often lavish and bountiful, occasionally stretching it's greedy arms towards lunch's hour.

Whilst I like to experiment with different types of breakfast fare, Sunday seems to beckon pancakes like mice to the Pied Piper; it's almost become a permanent fixture. Luckily, there seem to be as many variations of this breakfast cake as there are flowers in my yard.


Do you like to try new pancake recipes, or are there a handful that you are loyal to?

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 7mins.
cooking time: 12mins.
total: 19mins.


taste: 4.5/5. Good Golly Miss Holly, these might be the fluffiest pancakes yet.

Even on their own, these pancakes were delicious; I polished off the entire lot before lunch. The texture was fantastic with a fluffy and soft center kissed by the vanilla sweetness and creamy mascarpone. You could top the with anything, I opted for fresh fruit, raspberries or strawberries would be marvelous I am sure.

These will definitely become my go-to plain pancakes.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: http://alejandraowens.wordpress.com/2010/03/22/mascarpone-pancakes-with-lemon-curd-and-blueberries/

Hazlenut, chocolate & brown butter cake

I believe Winter may be having an identity crisis...

I expected frosty mornings and rain drenched nights with nothing but leaden gray smothering the sky. What I got instead was, for all intensive purposes, Spring. I'm not the only one who thinks so, the blossom trees were in full bloom weeks before Winter's end and fruit that normally ripens in September's embrace are already lining grocer's shelves. I feel I may have to change my thoughts on what a 'season' is...

The fact that the last weeks of Winter have been nothing but blue skies and sunshine - the kind of days where a t-shirt will suffice for warmth and an ice cream savoured on a park bench seems the thing to do, sent me into a 'Winter baking' frenzy. Recipes I'd decided were best eaten on cold nights with hot drinks were pulled out and lined up ready to be transmogrified from paper to plate before the last drop of rain dried on the pavement and the first blackbird laid its eggs. There was one recipe that found its way to the top of that pile. A cake made of luscious vanilla-flecked browned butter, toasty hazelnuts and seductive dark chocolate; a cake meant for Winter...

ease: 4/5.
prep time: 30mins.
cooking time: 35mins to cook plus 30mins cooling.
total: 1hour & 35mins.

taste: 4/5 (hubby says 4.5). Chocolate & hazelnut bliss.

I cannot described this cake any better than the quote pictured above - it is all those things in one.

The cake itself flirts with sweetness without diving in. The hazelnuts give it character and adds a wonderful slight crunch to the moist cake that is laced with vanilla-kissed browned butter. The draping dark chocolate with a hint of coffee adds depth and a little bitterness that gives this cake an edge. It's a cake a man can enjoy as much as a woman without feeling he is eating something that's too 'girly.'

would I make it again: Yes. Everyone enjoyed it, even those who don't normally like cakes. It also kept quite well unrefrigerated.

recipe: http://theprocrastobaker.blogspot.com/2011/08/hazelnut-brown-butter-cake.html#disqus_thread

Salted caramel & vanilla baked cheesecake

It was 'drool' at first sight for me and this recipe. As soon as I spied its glorious butterscotch-coloured center with its cloudlike topping and ooozy caramel dripping on the cover of the latest Donna Hay magazine I knew I had to make it. In fact I ended up making this a day early as I just couldn't wait another moment to dive into it with a side -turned spoon. A gigantic dessert side-turned spoon.

I had two slices (well, slice is putting it lightly, more like slabs) straight after each other and had to practically bind my wrists not to have a third before dinner. After hearing my moans of gastronomic pleasure, my husband, who has never liked cheesecake, was so curious as to what could elicit such happiness from me asked to have a try. Alas, he still doesn't like cheesecake, although he did say it was the nicest cheesecake he didn't like...

If you like cheesecake then I have three words for you; GET. ON. IT.

ease: 4/5.
prep time: 2.5hours until cheesecake rests in fridge.
cooking time: 3hours chilling time.
total: 5.5hours.

taste: 5/5. Possibly the best cheesecake I have eaten.

The flavours are simple; caramel, vanilla, salt and a touch of sour cream. Together they create a perfect whole. At first I thought the sour cream topping would be too sour but it balanced the sweetness of the crust (which I had a slight crumbling problem with upon cutting) and the delicious caramel tones of the cheesecake. For my caramel sauce I added 1/4-1/2tsp fleur de sel salt, instead of sprinkling actual salt on top of the cake. The sauce was to die for, great balance between sweet and salty and the perfect accompaniment to the cake. The texture of the cheesecake layer was smooth and almost fluffy.

Next time though I would use a vanilla bean for the cheesecake part rather than vanilla extract.

As I couldn't eat a whole cake by myself (hubby finds cheesecakes too rich) I gave some to family and they absolutely raved about it. I even had my dad come back for seconds.

would I make it again: Yes. At first I was going to say no as I am the only one in our house who eats cheesecake, and making a whole cheesecake just for me to eat is asking for trouble. But after all the raves from my family cheesecake-eaters I will be keeping this recipe for when I need to bring a dessert.


recipe: http://www.donnahay.com.au/CatalogueRetrieve.aspx?ProductID=3145931&A=SearchResult&SearchID=1687177&ObjectID=3145931&ObjectType=27

Chocolate ice cream

I must remove my hat and bow my head in apology for my tardy post. This week has seen me dusting and cleaning with a vengeance in preparation for my baby shower this weekend. With limited mobility, it has taken double the usual time to shake out the house and make it sparkle. The good news is I am on the home stretch with only a few items left unchecked on my to-do-list. The even better news is that the ice cream I began on Monday has finished its bloom and is now ready to consume. Despite making me wait five full days I don't resent it one bit as it, like your one true love, is worth the wait.

ease: 3/5.
prep time: 40mins.
freezing time: 4-5days.
total: Approx 5 days.

taste: 5/5. Nothing compares to this dark beauty.

The raves for this ice cream are too numerous to mention, which piqued my interest but still left me slightly dubious as to their legitimacy. Well, in this instance, the masses were right. This ice cream is enigmatic and deeply chocolaty with a rich, creamy texture that leaves you struggling to decide whether it's yummier straight out of the freezer or left to soften around the edges. I used Amarru's Nero to make mine, as the type of dark chocolate you use will determine the flavour.
I added a pinch of sea salt to mine to further sharpen the chocolateness.

would I make it again: Yes - already have :).

recipe: http://www.bonappetit.com/recipes/2011/06/chocolate-ice-cream

Pear & cranberry cake

With Autumn's fog-drenched finale I assumed the first day of Winter would be wrought with slippery, frosted driveways and sodden grass; looking out my window I could not have been more wrong. It seems Winter has wryly greeted us with a day of sunshine and I could almost say, warm temperatures.
Despite this seemingly friendly gesture I remain dubious and intend to stock my cupboards and counter tops with comforting and warming foods, waiting readily for the moment this illusion of a lemon soaked day gives way to the palettes of ash and glacial winds that I have come to expect of Mr Winter. I shall take your sunshiny day my friend, but don't think you have me fooled, I have a remedy to your bone-chilling temperament in the form of a fruit-jewelled cake, ready to restore rosiness to my cheeks at a moment's notice.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 15mins.
cooking time: 60mins.
total: 1hour & 15mins.

taste: 4/5. Slyly addictive.

A crunchy topping gives way to moist cake filled with warm spices, sweet pear, and vibrant tart cranberries. At first thought this cake seems rather humble but after the first bite you will find yourself going for a second, then a third and then before you know it you have had two pieces and are considering another slice. I truly have no idea why this cake is so addictive, but it is. I managed to polish off half of it within two days...

I did not bother with the glaze, and I'm glad I didn't as I feel it would have made the cake too sweet.
I also upped the cinnamon to 2tsp and doubled the cranberries to 2cups as I wanted more pockets of that wonderful cerise tang.

would I make them again: Yes. Everyone loved it.

recipe: http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Pear-Cranberry-Cake-356040

Vanilla bean rice pudding with poached rhubarb

The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.

 
~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

It seems the strange Summer just past has awoken more butterflies than I have ever seen. Even a brief sojourn outside has me greeting dozens of curious, but cautious butterflies, blithely flitting from one spot to another, occasionally fluttering so close that I can feel the breeze from their amber coloured wings kiss my cheek. No matter how lost in thought I am, a butterfly will always bring me to the present and instil in me the wide-eyed wonderment of a child.


It is during these fleeting moments of radiating sunlight that I take my breaks to walk amongst the butterflies, before the oppressive clouds smother the sky and empty their pails of water. After one such intermission I craved something to warm the damp from my bones after a particularly chilling and rain-sodden end to my walk.


I wanted something I could cradle in my hands, simple but nourishing and delicious. To me, a bowl of steaming rice pudding is filled with childhood nostalgia and comfort, the perfect antidote for weary bones.

Vanilla Bean Rice Pudding with Poached Rhubarb
Adapted from Vogue E+T Seasonal Kitchen
Serves 2-3

350ml pouring cream
150ml milk
75g Aborio rice
½ vanilla bean, seeds scraped
2tbs vanilla sugar, or to taste

Poached rhubarb
½ cup caster sugar (I also used vanilla sugar here)
½ vanilla bean, seeds scraped
5-6 medium stalks rhubarb, cut into 3-4cm lengths

For the rice pudding, place cream, milk, rice and vanilla bean and seeds in a medium saucepan. Bring to the boil over medium heat and then reduce heat to low and simmer for 10-15 minutes or until the rice is tender. Add sugar to taste. Discard vanilla pod and set aside for rice to absorb excess liquid.

In the meantime, dissolve sugar in ¾ cup of water and bring to the boil. Add vanilla seeds. Add rhubarb and cook for 6-8 minutes or until rhubarb is tender but keeping its shape. Remove rhubarb with a slotted spoon and set aside. Turn the heat up to high and boil remaining liquid until a syrup forms.

To serve, divide rice mixture among 2-3 bowls, top with rhubarb and spoon over the rhubarb syrup.  


ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 20mins.
total: 30mins.


taste: 5/5. A bowl of unctuous heaven. 
I was literally swooning with pleasure after a spoonful of creamy vanilla shaded sweetness with the comfort of milk and an almost white chocolate edge - words can't describe the pure joy this rice brought.
When paired with the tart cerise rhubarb and the lolly-esque syrup it brought from the realm of childhood delight to adult deliciousness. Yum.


The only modification I made was to use vanilla sugar instead of regular. I also chose to add 2 tablespoons of sugar to the rice.


At first I thought it was only enough for two serves, but the rice is actually quite filling so it is definitely enough for three


WARNING: Eat IMMEDIATELY. This does not eat well cold (it becomes too hard), and cannot be reheated as the butter separates from the rice.


recipe: http://www.spicyicecream.com.au/2010/09/vanilla-bean-rice-pudding-with-poached.html

Shepherd's pie

The next time it rains, when the last drop has fallen to its soil, go outside. Close your eyes... I n h a l e.  
Can you smell it? Amazing isn't it? It's as if the rain has stripped away Nature's cloak with its crystal soak and revealed her innermost secrets. The world suddenly smells alive. Just breathe it in and feel it rush through your veins, pulsating Mother Earth's very life essence through your soul and Really Wake Up.

If I could bottle the scent of newly washed air and dew-laden gardens I would dab it onto my wrist and sniff whenever the world began to look less colourful or my connection to it wavered. So, CHANEL or Dior or anyone, get right on that please :).

Freshly fallen rain not only makes the day smell better, it also makes me hungry. Perhaps it is from the revitalising cool air on my face after hours spent jailed indoors by the water's slanted bars that sparks my appetite, I'm not really sure. But it's not just me either. Once the pitter pattering stops, my male-half suddenly awakes from his laptop trance and asks, "what's for lunch?"

Today, nothing tastes better post-elemental shower than a warm, nourishing pie from the oven. During my short-lived meat-eating-era my favourite savoury pie was a Shepherd's - the combination of pillowy mashed potatoes covering the saucy flavoursome meat just did it for me. What is your ideal rainy day lunch?

Shepherd's Pie
from Gourmet Traveller
serves 4

1 tbsp olive oil
1 onion, finely chopped
1 carrot, finely chopped
2 garlic cloves, finely chopped
1 fresh bay leaf
800 gm minced lamb (I used 200g less as I wanted it to be more saucy.)
2 tbsp tomato paste
250 ml (1 cup) brown chicken stock (see note)
125 ml red wine
60 ml (¼ cup) Worcestershire sauce
120 gm (1 cup) frozen peas, defrosted
1 cup (loosely packed) flat-leaf parsley, coarsely chopped
Creamy mash
800 gm desiree potatoes, coarsely chopped
250 ml (1 cup) pouring cream
100 gm butter, softened

Preheat oven to 200C. Heat oil in a pan over medium heat. Add onion, carrot, garlic and bay leaf and cook until vegetables are soft and start to colour (7-10 minutes). Season to taste, add mince and stir, breaking up mince with back of spoon until brown (5-7 minutes). Add tomato paste and stir to combine. Add stock, wine and Worcestershire sauce, bring to the boil, reduce heat to low and simmer until sauce is thick (20-25 minutes). Stir through peas and parsley and season to taste.

Meanwhile, for creamy mash, place potatoes in a pan and cover with cold salted water. Bring to the boil over medium heat and cook until tender (10-15 minutes). Drain potatoes and return to pan. Add cream and butter and mash until smooth. Season to taste.

Divide mince mixture between four 2 cup-capacity ovenproof dishes. Top with potato and bake until golden (10-15 minutes). Serve with extra Worcestershire sauce to the side.

ease: 4/5.
prep: 40mins.
cooking time: 10mins to brown potatoes.
total: 50mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Those shepherd's sure know their pies.

R loved this and was asking for more the next day. Apart from tasting the mash (which was lovely with its buttery downiness) I didn't taste the meat mixture, but I smelt it cooking and it made me swoon with salivation. The smell almost ended my sixteen years of vegetarianism...almost.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Shepherd's Pie

Lemon & garlic-salt crusted chicken

Caw. Caw. Caw.

I heard the raven at my door.

Peeking in between the blinds to see if I was there.

Caw. Caw. Caw.

He made his presence known once more.

Wanting to receive a treat to take back to his lair.

I'd like you to meet my newest Avian friend, Gomez the Raven (his partner I have nicknamed Morticia, and although we have met, she still remains cautious to approach and keeps me at four arms distance). Gomez appeared one evening whilst I was on my deck, perched on a plum tree vine spotted with newly budded blossoms. After a few twitches of his head, as if to ascertain the level of my threat, he clumsily hopped a few branches closer until he eventually landed on the cobalt blue railing. He looked at me, and I at him. I understood he wanted a snack, and he understood that I understood he wanted a snack. I hastily scrounged up a slice of apple and a few almonds. He gulped the almonds down first but took his time with the apple. Clutching it between his toothpick, obsidian claws he nibbled a few chunks before placing it firmly in his mouth to fly back to his nest at the far end of the neighbours yard beyond. And from that moment, every morning around 7am, I go outside, whistle three times, call his name, and within a minute or two he appears on the same plum tree branch to see what I have brought him. Sometimes in the evening, if I can hear him cawing, I put out another treat along with a whistle and a yell, and sometimes his wife comes too for their supper time morsel.

On a similar note, meet Squeaky. He isn't like the other Lorikeets. He prefers to eat the paint on the bowl, rather than the sunflower seeds in it. His chirp isn't very chirpy either, in fact, it's his namesake; the raspy squeal of a broken squeaker toy. But if it wasn't for his daftness or eccentricities, even his slightly larger, hunchbacked appearance, I wouldn't be able to pick him from the rest of his ilk. It is because he stands out that he (or she, I'm not really sure which) is endearing to me. My special little Lorikeet, Squeaky.

Introductions to my feathered-friends aside, I shall leave you with one of my husband's more recent lunches. As I prefer him not to dine at almost all take-away or fast-food outlets I sometimes hear him reminiscence loudly about certain, unhealthy snacks he once held dear. One of these snacks was fried chicken. Crumbed fried chicken that leaves your fingers greasy and face messy. I hoped this recipe would be a suitable satisfaction of his cravings, and luckily, it was. In fact, he likes it even more than the original despite it only having  a few herbs and spices rather than eleven...

Also, I would like to wish my baby brother a Happy 23rd Birthday! My, they grow up so fast don't they...

Lemon & garlic-salt crusted chicken 
(serves 4)

3 teaspoons salt flakes (I used 2tsp for 3 drumsticks)
2 teaspoons garlic salt (I used 2tsp for 3 drumsticks)
1/2 teaspoon paprika (I used 1tsp for 3 drumsticks)
1 large lemon, rind finely grated
2 tablespoons olive oil
8 large chicken drumsticks, skin on (I used 3 without skin)
2/3 cup self-raising flour
olive oil cooking spray (I used regular olive oil and just splashed it on top)

Method
Preheat oven to 220°C. Lightly grease a large roasting pan.

Combine salt flakes, garlic salt, paprika and lemon rind in a bowl. Add oil and stir to combine. Place drumsticks in a large bowl. Spoon over oil mixture, rubbing in to coat chicken with your fingertips.

Place flour in a large snap-lock bag. Add drumsticks, 1 at a time, and shake to coat. Place drumsticks in roasting pan. Spray both sides lightly with oil.

Roast drumsticks for 20 minutes. Turn. Spray again with oil. Roast for 15 to 20 minutes or until chicken is cooked through. Serve.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 5mins.
cooking time: 35mins.
total: 40mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Finger lickin' good.

I modified it slightly as you can see above in the recipe. They came out of the oven with their coating still in tact and very much golden and tasty. Hubby wolfed them down happily :).

would I make it again: Yes.

Gypsy pork rolls with sofrito

It's surprising what sneaks back in your luggage following a holiday.
Some people bring back trinkets of famous monuments, artisan goods or cheap knockoffs depending on the location. Others, myself included, amass hundreds of snapshots or film clips to put into slide-shows or albums to share with friends and family. And then there are some that find the glimpse of another life in a different country too good to pass up and simply bring their suitcases home only to fill them with their old life's belongings to head back to start afresh.

My bags from France came back with a little of all three. I pulled out blocks of silken chocolate wrapped in beautiful delicate papers that would make any girlish heart squeal with glee. The scents of petite soap bars mingled in the air exhaling notes of rose, lavender, lime and lotus as we passed them around, each recipient choosing one that pleased their nose most. Following the gifts we watched the photos on our flat screen, offering commentary when prompted; the shots from Paris elicited the most oohs and ahhs. Believing my luggage to be empty we bid everyone adieu and settled back into our old habits.

But I was mistaken. Something had stowed away and followed us home. It was neither souvenirs nor film but a piece of life from France. A ritual we had been quick to adopt when living in our apartment on the Avenue de la Bourdonnais; the afternoon siesta. Lunch in France is not a sandwich scoffed down at a desk nor a coffee in a paper cup. It is a sacred time of respite, rest and the enjoyment of a good meal. It is meant to be savoured and lingered over not rushed or worked through. We realised soon that we would have to schedule our grocery shopping around the two-sometimes-three hour afternoon break when stores would be closed and bistros filled with people relaxing, laughing and ceasing their work to go back to living. Lunch became our favourite part of the day. We would eat a three course meal whilst watching the world go by or head home to whip up a feast of fresh produce, fluffy baguettes filled with oozing cheeses finished with the most juicy strawberries imaginable, eaten with our fingers whilst our feet rested on the balcony balustrade, the breeze tickling our toes as we let ourselves slip into the afternoons embrace. It was as replenishing to the soul as a cool drink of water following days of thirst. And yet it was the first thing to be forgotten on our return home...

Until it crawled out of my luggage and unto my lap. If we can do it in France, then why not here? We choose our own hours, so why not choose something that made us happy? I became determined to give it a try. Instead of sending my husband off to work with a standard sandwich he left empty handed, but with a promise that I would return at 1pm with something worth taking a break for.

And that is what happened. At 1pm I arrived at his work with two large lunches and some cutlery. Although he was busy he stepped out and we ate in peace at a leisurely pace, enjoying our food and conversation at the back of the store on a tiny table for two most commonly used for storage. Not only did we enjoy our lunch, but I have a feeling that little table was also happy to finally be used as it was intended.

We have been home for a few weeks now, and more often than not we are still managing to shut off if only for one hour to enjoy a lazy lunch and recharge our spirits.

ease: 4/5.
prep time: 5mins
cooking time: 35mins
total: 40mins

taste: 4.5/5. The first impressive lunch.

Although it didn't look as pretty packed into a tupperware container, hubby was still happily surprised by his lunch when I came to drop it off - it was his 'tastiest' lunch ever. He said it was full of flavour and wolfed it down in minutes.

I tasted the sofrito which definitely packed a flavour punch. The tomatoes were sweetly acidic from the sherry with the caramelised sweetness from the onion and garlic also. I used smoked paprika (not pimento) which I doubled because I simply loved the depth it gave to the dish, it really brought it all together. The mint leaves also helped to cut through the smoky, tangy sweetness with a burst of freshness every now and again.

I forgot to get the butcher to butterfly and pound the pork, so I just sliced it in half, and although it was a little thick and the rolls a little clumsy, it still tasted fine, but it was a bit pink in the centre which hubby didn't mind.

would I make it again: Yes.

recipe: Little Gypsy Pork Rolls

Spiced zucchini loaf

The rising sun
Blesses my mind
With joy.
The setting sun
Blesses my heart
With peace.

Sri Chinmoy

I never underestimate the power of the sun on our mood and our sense of well-being. It really is amazing to see the effect sunshine, following days of grey and slate, has on people. It's as if they have become uncovered for the first time after years spent under a dust sheet in an unused room. All of the glum and apathy fall to the floor as they breathe, smile and lift their heads to the sky.

I witnessed such an event yesterday at a friend's son's baptism. The clouds had rolled back and the sun came marching out with baton in hand and a super snappy step to match. Everyone greeted each other with, 'how perfect is the weather today, so beautiful', with a smile beaming from their sun-dazzled cheeks. It made the day just that much more special and joyous. The little man himself enjoyed the sun's kiss on his head and soon forgot the tears from his oil-bath. Like an eraser to a chalk board, all negativity is washed away by golden light.

It seems Winter has allowed Spring to set up one week early - flowers have already begun to bloom, birds have begun their mating dances, and leaden clouds no longer carpet the entire sky. I find that I am making excuses to be outside and feel the warmth tickle the surface of my skin. Even the air feels fresher when drenched in bright-lemon rays. 

As the afternoon approached I decided to bake a treat to accompany a cup of tea and a midday nature-break, which may have lingered past the hour...

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 50mins.
total: 1 hour.

taste: 4.5/5. This became my catnip.

I will never forget how this loaf made my home smell. The mixture of spicy cinnamon and heady nutmeg combined with that sweetness of bread made my home as inviting as a roaring fire on a frostbitten day - I felt like I was getting a huge aroma-cuddle. Sigh.

The taste was nourishing and deeply satisfying - the spices, the sweetness, the moistness, just everything.

The texture was as perfect as the Winged Victory of Samothrace. The crust became that perfect chewy, slightly crunchy texture which gave way to a super moist but with only a slight large crumb centre.

I liked this so much I made it twice in one week. I made it first with white spelt flour and the second time with wholemeal spelt flour - both were lovely, but the first had a slightly softer centre.

I also increased the cinnamon to 1tsp and the nutmeg to 3/4tsp.

would I make it again: Already have.


recipe: Zucchini bread

La bete noire

Old friendships are like the nook of a lovers arm; natural, comforting and familiar.
New friendships are like a new pair of heels; it takes a while to figure out which outfits they match and how to walk in them and in time, whether they will become worn-in or a pair you hardly wear.

After I met my husband, we made new friends, I befriended his, and he befriended mine, but we also made some together. After attending a previous school mates 21st with whom he had been just a friendly acquaintance, they suddenly found common ground that hadn't been there in their youths and established a friendship. Not long after, this friend met a woman, and eventually they got married one month after us. It was fortunate that not only do I get along with him, but that I also formed a friendship with his wife. When we all catch up we spend hours talking over good food, all together at first, and then his wife and I will find a cosy corner to really dish the dirt whilst nibbling cookies and they will wander off to play pool, pinball or some other boys toy whist munching on chips and being completely oblivious to our animated conversations, mostly about them.

After we both returned from our respective holidays abroad, we got the call that their new house (only a 5 minute drive away) was finally ready for guests, and could we please come over for a casual dinner and catch up. Naturally, we were asked to bring nothing, but how can I possibly come empty handed? My mother would have had a conniption if I brought nothing to a dinner/house-warming, she raised me better than that.

My first thought instinctively ran to a dessert. But as this friendship is still in its early bloom, I didn't know what flavours or sweets they liked most. So, as I often do when I want to please all tastes, I chose chocolate, as it's the safest bet sweet-wise. Because really, how could you possibly not like chocolate?

 No inside shots I'm afraid as this cake was a housewarming gift.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 1hour plus 3 hours chilling.
total: 1hour & 10 mins plus 3 hours chill.

taste: 4.5/5. This truly is a 'black beast' of a cake.

If you want one truly great flourless chocolate cake recipe, then look no further, this is it. All chocolate, eggs and sugar this cake is rich, satsifying and death-by-chocolate inducing. But I asure you, after a short eating break, you will be going back for more.

The cake's texture is fudgy and divine, and once it hits your tongue it begins to melt. Coupled with a silky ganache...well...I'm currently wishing I had a piece left over. I've made this with both 56% chocolate and 70% chocolate - hubby loved the first whilst I loved the second. Next time, I shall use the 56% for the cake and the 70% for the ganache.

It would be easy to play around with different spices (perhaps cinnamon), alcohols (Grand Marnier?) and even perhaps a sprinkling of Fleur de Sel on top.  I'd recommend tarter fruits if you wish to adorn the cake with them, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries etc.

would I make it again: Yes - this is the second time already.

recipe: La bete noire

Chocolate & avocado pudding

There truly is nothing as wonderful as coming home after being away.

Suddenly the couch is comfier, the bathroom more spacious and your bedtime pillow becomes the greatest masterpiece of all time. Weeks spent sleeping in strange beds and being on board planes for 24hour stretches can really drain your batteries - home is where I recharge.

I must thank my parents who stocked my fridge with fresh fruit and veggies so I could postpone my weekly shop until jetlag subsides, and who also turned my heater on so that when we arrived at 2am, cold and haggard, we stepped into warmth and immediately relaxed.

This morning I did manage to resist the urge to sleep for twenty odd hours and awoke to begin the luggage-laundry and return items to their original locations. At noon I had everything put away and was already onto my second load of clothes. Having allocated photos and emails until after lunch, I thought I'd make myself a treat, but it had to be healthy as two weeks of eating out everyday has not been kind on my body (sorry body, but those pastries and butter were just too good to resist, and when in France...).

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 6mins.
total: 6mins.

taste: 4.5/5 (I think it deserves as extra half a point because of its healthiness.)

I was extremely sceptical about this but the look and taste of it erased all my doubts. Yes, I could taste banana, but I like banana, and there was the tiniest hint of creamy avocado also, but that was also pleasant. Despite the relatively small amount of cocoa this did taste like a light chocolate mousse. I loved the silky and substantial texture as well as the mild fruity sweetness. It satisfied all of my chocolate cravings and left none of the guilt. You can't ask for more than that ;).

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Aquacate del Chocolate

Chocolate chip cookies

I had to guard the dough as if it was the Queen's jewels.

My husband was drawn to the dough as if it were quietly whispering his name, begging him to come closer and taste a piece - it was his precious.
It was a strenuous task leaving the dough to sit in the fridge for more than 24 hours without it slowly being whitled away by my stealthy spouse - I believe it was around the 48th hour that I finally caved and rolled the dough between my palms to be baked in the oven. And oh my, the smell was gloriously wonderful.

These cookies were destined for bookclub and the new neighbours. The first batch welcomed in a new family, and the second were to be nibbled on whilst watching The Time Traveler's Wife and then comparing the film to the book. Every two months or so, the three women (or sometimes girls) with whom I have been friends for the better part of two decades make the trip down to my house for snacks, films, books and lengthy chatter. I always smile when I watch them take their respective places in my lounge room. I always choose the corner closest to the kitchen, enabling me to jump up and hastily refill drinks or restock snacks as any good host should. My girlfriend S, chooses the middle of the L shaped couch closest to the window, often placing her glass or phone upon the window sill as she sinks back into the sofa, her feet outstretched with an apple in hand. K1 sits beside me, smack bang in the middle, bowls of chips, lollies, chocolates and everything a 8 year old dreams of beside her, she never comes without her junk food bounty. And last, but not least, K2 most often chooses the floor, belly to carpet with her notebook open as she draws and scribbles whilst we talk. I always look forward to these catch ups that often stretch from mid morning to early evening, like a ribbon unravelling down a hillside; time always flies so fast when we are together.

Despite the cookies being ready in wait for their taste-testing, they never made it to the bookclub. S had an unexpected work shift and had to cancel, so instead the cookies were split in two, half for my husband and I, and half for my father and grandmother who spontaneously stopped by. Although this batch didn't fulfil their book club destiny, I shall be making another for our rescheduled date two weeks from now. I feel as though I have found the perfect chocolate chip cookie, so it's only fair my friends get to taste them too, as perhaps their searches will also end with his little gem.

ease: 4/5.
prep time: 10mins plus 24-72hours chilling time.
cooking time: 12mins per batch, I made around 30 cookies.
total: 40mins plus chilling time.

taste: 4.5/5. I think I've found THE ONE.

I had a good feeling about these cookies from the start - my patience in letting them wait was well rewarded. The texture was perfect for me, crisp outer shell with a soft, chewy centre that was a perfect backdrop for the soft, bitter-sweet chocolate discs all topped off with a sprinkle of salt - the perfect sweet and salty combination. The only thing I would change would be to reduce the chocolate amount. I already reduced it to 500g but I think it was still too much chocolate-to-cookie, perhaps 400g would be the perfect amount.

would I make them again: Yes.

recipe:  Chocolate chip cookies

French apple & cinnamon turnover

I'm being held prisoner by H2O.

The rain is falling like jails bars around my home, merely one second spent outside of my confines and I am drenched to the bone. The rainbow lorikeets beyond my window cling to the barren tree branches like closed buds, huddled so tightly together that two appear as one.

It's 'apple pie' weather.

On sodden afternoons when chocolate doesn't appeal to me, I crave hot, stewed apples flecked with cinnamon surrounded by a moat of clotted cream. Most often, apples alone will do, but today I also yearned for crispy pastry puffed as high as the stacked mattresses from the Princess and the Pea. My darling partner also reflected the same sentiment so I began to peel and dice, and to stir and roll immediately. We cuddled and intertwined our limbs like the braids of a rope whilst the oven worked its magic to deliver us our parcels of warmth and comfort.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 24mins
cooking time: 15mins.
total: 39mins.


taste: 4.5/5. Rustically delicious.

I knew before I'd even made them that hubby would go gaga over these - he just loves cooked apples and pastry. The apple were soft and supple against the flaky, puffy pastry that rose golden around its fruit-filled centre. The only change I made was to add a dash of fragrant cinnamon as I believe all apples taste better with a sprinkling of cinnamon to warm their tartness. The bronzed parcels balance the sweet and tart tastes perfectly. They may be simple and understated, but they are far from plain in flavour - simply satisfying with a dollop of cool vanilla ice cream or double thickened cream.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: French apple turnover

Paprika & maple chicken with pear

The change came like the turning of the last minute into midnight.

Autumn made its final bow and gave the stage to Winter in the twilight hours of our sleep. If you did not know the date you would think nothing has changed. The sun still shone through its chilly veil in the morning hours whilst the leaves continued to perform their pirouettes from their barren stems down to the dew-drenched ground. The first day of Winter looks remarkably like the last weeks of Autumn. Soon enough it's signature sleet and rain will colour our skies grey and cheeks ashen.

Until then I will eschew the hearty stews and comforting carbohydrates for light dinners served with salads; although the dates have signalled a seasonal change, the weather and mood remains the same. My Autumn lingers a little longer...

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 7mins.
cooking time: 10mins.
total: 17mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Finger lickin' chicken.

Hubby adored this - all three times I have made it. The spicy paprika and warming maple play wonderfully with the piney rosemary and juiciness of the sweet pear. The balsamic and mustard glaze bring further heat and sweet acidity; combined with the peppery rocket they make a great flavour combination for the chicken.

I subbed the baby spinach for arugula (rocket) and chose to slice the pear into wedges to retain more juice and substance. I also doubled the amount of marinade and glaze as you can always have more, and used one pear per person.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Paprika & maple chicken escalopes with pear

Maple, walnut & flaxseed pancakes with strawberries

My stomach feels like it has been thumped with a mallet like a chicken schnitzel - and it's not due to situps, or exercise of any kind.

My sides have split with laughter. It's not just my midriff that's feeling a little tender; my dad and hubby are also a little sore thanks to Modern Family. It's been a long time (think back to when Arrested Development was on air) since I found a funny television show that made me laugh and left me in a good mood after watching it. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes a little TV can be a good thing.

There's nothing like a good chuckle to get you in a good mood.
The better my mood the more I like to bake as I believe that food cooked with love and joy tastes better than food cooked when grumpy or tired (this may be due in part to the latter moods resulting in more mistakes...).

Apart from laughter, some meals also instantly lift your spirits, and for me, pancakes are one of them. I adore pancakes but they can make me feel a little guilty if I overindulge as they aren't the healthiest things. So imagine my delight at finding a pretty healthy(ish) pancake recipe that is also high in Omega 3s (hint: there was a lot of delight). I ate four of these babies and I didn't even feel guilty...until I went back for another one...

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 8mins.
cooking time: 14mins to make 6 large pancakes.
total: 22mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Flaxseed Fabulous.

I adored these! I loved the texture and the crunch of the walnuts. The were softly sweet and perfect with some fresh, juicy strawberries and extra lashings of maple syrup.

I added a few extra walnuts. I'd love to try them with whole wheat flour, and perhaps a pinch of cinnamon, but honestly they were great as is especially considering they are a more nutritious pancake.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Maple, walnut & flaxseed pancakes

Apple, fruit & nut torte

"The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house
All that cold, cold, wet day."

Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss

The soft cotton sheets peeked out from in between my fingers, clutched tightly within tiny fists. My eyes grew wide with anticipation as I clung to every word, told brilliantly in different voices and tones. Of all the childhood memories I have of my mother, her role as storyteller is what I treasure most.

My love of books was possibly my first love; I was reading on my own before the age of four. But not a dozen books read alone could compare to the one or two read by my mother some nights whilst my brother and I were tucked into bed eagerly awaiting a tantalising tale. No one could tell a story like my mother. I can still hear the low and slightly effeminate English accent of Moon Face or the lyrical purr of Dr Seuss - she made each character leap off the page and created a magical world for us to visit and dream about. One day, I hope to be able to do the same for my children, to not simply read aloud, but to bring each story to life, like my mother did for me.

I want to take this moment to thank my mother for those special nights, so precious in my memory, and to wish her a very Happy 45th Birthday. You might recall this was the cake I made for you on Mother's Day, your birthday cake currently waits patiently for your return home so you may breathe a wish upon its crust and slice a piece to eat.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 20min.
cooking time: 1 hour & 10mins.
total: 1 hour & 30mins.

taste: 4.5/5. A celebration of fruit and nuts.

The cake itself is sweet and soft with a glorious crunchy crust with bursts of zesty cinnamon. This gives way to the wonderfully tart and juicy apple slices. They linger on your tongue allowing you to savour their flavour before the plump sweet raisins come into play with the crunchy pine nuts. Everything is then tied off neatly with the gorgeous hazelnuts.There may be quite a few flavours but they do not overwhelm, instead they create interest and make each mouthful different to the last whilst still allowing the apples to shine.

Hubby was elated with this cake and I was too.
Mine cooked in 1 hour.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Apple Torte