I made a pudding. As I told the Sage, his face lit up with happiness. He approached. I was thoroughly kissed.
I wouldn't want to be taken for granted, so he doesn't get rhubarb crumble and custard every week. Sometimes, therefore, he is obliged to kiss me anyway. But when I've made a pudding, he actually wants to.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
17 comments:
Did he make your Rhubarb Crumble Z?
I'd say he made my custard cream, but that sounds strangely vulgar, so maybe I'll just smile demurely.
Oh, and welcome, Rog. Lovely to see you.
Are you sure it wasn't four and twenty blackbirds?
Not even a single wren.
Rhubarb crumble and custard? That's a new one on me. But, hey, if it gets the cook a kiss, I'm willing to bake it. Good on ya.
It takes peach pie to have that effect here.
An egg custard and hubby will do anything I ask!!
Welcome, Betty. I don't suppose you have rhubarb in Arizona. It is a vegetable eaten as a fruit, thick edible stalks that are cooked with sugar and made into a pie or crumble (a crumble topping is like pastry without liquid added so that it doesn't hold together but is simply sprinkled in a thick layer on the fruit) and baked. Or can be eaten stewed, as a fool or whatever. It's quite sour and usually can't be eaten without sugar.
D'you know, I've never eaten peach pie. I poach peaches though. Yummy. And LOM, so would I.
Custard love?
You creep! Anything for a snog!
I'm not really here, so couldn't possibly comment. Back tomorrow.
Nice one, Pat. And yes, John -have I not the right attitude to life?
Welcome back, Dave, in anticipation.
I do like a good sprinkle of brown sugar on the top of a crumble, with the oven cranked up for the last 15 minutes or so to caramelise it as the fruit bubbles up around the edges and they meld together...
Mm, a bit of food porn there, Ad, in the best possible way.
Rhubarb is often combined with strawberries in a pie in the US. Some cut it up and cook it with sugar. We grew it when I was young and once I made the mistake of tasting a raw stalk. Once!
A bit tart, isn't it? At least you didn't make the same mistake as a friend, as a little girl, who ate the leaf and ended up in hospital.
Post a Comment