Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Mister Man is sick. At first, I thought it was the dreaded MAN COLD (i.e. a wee case of the sniffles that insists upon bringing the world to its knees). But when I heard him coughing this morning, I realized that Mister Man is actually really sick. I don’t think it’s the swine flu or the west nile virus, but he is a hacking, snorting, sneezing, wobbling mess.
Most of all, he’s a terrible patient. And I am an even worse nurse. BECAUSE I BELIEVE HIM WHEN HE ANSWERS THE QUESTION “Would you like me to make you some sorbetto” with “Yes. Blueberry?”.
And then when I actually MAKE the fruity blueberry sorbetto, he doesn’t want it. When offered a little bowl of the home made vitamin C rich and refreshing fruitiness, he makes the poo face (you know the one in which a simple offer of delicious food is greeted with an expression that might be more appropriate had I handed over a big ol’ bowl of cow poop smothered in cat pee?)
Silly me from the school of bad nursing. I WANT TO HELP HIM and then when he makes it clear that he'd rather have his eyelashes plucked off rather than accept the help, I become a bit sulky. Bad nurse. (Moments later, of course, he actually WANTS some help. Bad patient.)
This is who I fear I AM.
Needless to say, we had a quiet weekend. Though I did do a destination bike ride with a great group of women. I’ll write about that later. Now, I must attend to the patient and force him to drink some orange juice and eat that bowl of cow poop......
Saturday, August 29, 2009
[Sidebar note: I have never been a lover of peaches. The fuzzy skin makes my teeth recede into my head like a turtle in its shell. I find it entirely too creepy for words. I know I am not alone in this.]
Speaking of creepy, I have no idea why my fingers look like they've been soaking in beet juice in the above image. It's a tad strange I'll admit, because this is not the way my fingers appear in real life. The nectarine, however, looks EXACTLY as it did in real life before it went to its final resting place in my belly!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
1. Where did summer go?
2. Why does my heart skip a beat as fall approaches?
I love fall. It's my favourite season (next to the FESTIVE season of course. But, after the folly of the festive fondue pot , I did promise Mister Man that I would speak no more of it. So mum's the word on decking the halls until at LEAST October.....)Back to the fall. What is it about waking up to a crisp breeze that makes my heart flutter? I guess I associate the fall with beginnings. Historically, it marks the time for new school supplies, a pair of new shoes and a new class! It's when theatre companies rev up for the season. It's when van loads full of young actors head out on school tours. It's about nesting. And cooking stews, and soups, and macaroni and cheese and all manner of comfort food. It's about thanksgiving (and don't you know that roast turkey dinner with stuffing and mashed potatoes is one of the finest meals of the entire year). It's pure coziness. It's about leaves going crunch underfoot. Exercise is brilliant in the fall because you don't pop into a sweat with the mere thought of stepping foot into your running shoe.
I love the colours and I love the chill in the air. The fall to me, has always been about promise. And I *love* that. The sun is gorgeous in the fall. The colours are so intense, you can almost taste them.
These are some photos I took last fall when Mister Man and I went on a day excursion to Squamish.
Doesn't this look like a painting? Or Jello 1-2-3? Remember that stuff?
Lookit Mister Man, wand'ring lonely as a cloud.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
All of that being said, these were perfect for a tea - pretty and wee and properly bite sized. They went beautifully with the cucumber sammiches.
Start by buttering a 13 X 9 X 2 pan
Preheat the oven to 350
For the crust:
44 graham wafer crackers
2/3 cup sugar
2/3 cup butter
Pop 44 graham wafer crackers into a food processor and crush!
Melt 2/3 cup butter in a small pan
Mix graham wafer crackers, melter butter and 2/3 cup sugar together.
Press into the bottom of the pan
Bake for 5-7 minutes until golden brown
For the filling:
2 Tbsp lime zest (key limes if you can get 'em)
1 cup key lime juice (I bought mine at a specialty gourmet shop)
4 egg yolks
2 cans sweetened condensed milk
Mix lime zest, lime juice and egg yolks. Add condensed milk and mix on high until it's thick. And smooth. Pour mixture into the crust and bake for 15-17 minutes until the filling is "set".
Remove from oven and cool. Refrigerate for at least an hour before cutting.
For the meringue: (good luck! Report back!)
2 egg whites
5 Tbsp sugar
pinch of kosher salt
couple o' drops of vanilla extract
Whisk together the egg whites, sugar and salt in the bowl of a stand mixer. Set the bowl over a pan of simmering water and whisk as it heats. Check it with an instant-read thermometer. Once it reaches 60C or 140 F, transfer the bowl to the standing mixer and beat at high speed until cool, scraping down the sides of the bowl midway through mixing. Add the vanilla at this time. Whip until light and fluffy (the meringue - not you).
Turn on the broiler.
Scoop the meringue into a pastry bag with a star tip, and pipe a floret of meringue on each "square".
Pop the pan under the broiler and keep your eye(s) on it as it will brown super quickly. When the broiler has done its work, remove and cool completely and then refrigerate before cutting.
Prepare to be admired. And loved....