Jamie’s pannacotta

Pannacotta cookingOne of the things I wanted to do this year was to make certain desserts from scratch.  One was New York Baked Cheesecake (I’ve made this twice now, it was so delicious), another is profiteroles (which I haven’t managed yet), and the third, after watching many episodes of Masterchef, was pannacotta.

Greg and John (from Masterchef, this is) always wince whenever anyone says they’re making pannacotta.  This is mostly down to the cooling/timing issue – contestants invariably present them with a half-set puddle.

Pannacotta in a glassI, however, had the luxury of time.  I bastardised two Jamie Oliver recipes, making the pannacotta from this one and the sauce from this one due to a lack of rhubarb in the local supermarket.

I hadn’t bought vanilla pods before – they are probably more expensive, weight-for-weight, than gold.  They also smell ridiculously rich when you’re running a knife down them (just like Masterchef, see?), sickly really.  They make the mixture look very professional though, all those brown bits floating in it.

The moment before the moment of truth (pannacotta)For lack of appropriate pannacotta pots (is that a thing?), I set them in glasses.  Which was fine, right up to the point of extraction.

I ran hot water in short bursts over the glasses that I’d just got out of the fridge and prayed to Ikea that they wouldn’t crack.

They didn’t.  Phew.

They did start melting before they hit the plate, though, and the bottom of the dessert (which then became the top) had the thickest part of the glass protecting it, so it wasn’t as smooth as I’d have liked.

Pannacotta completeI’d use the same recipe again, but only when rhubarb is available again.  Serving it with a rich chocolate sauce made the whole thing rich and sickly, and I think the rhubarb would have been a perfect foil to that, to add a little bite.

Now I’m off to Google profiterole recipes…

 

 

Purple haze

There’s this wall that has been the bane of my home and my blog and my mind, I’ve brought it up for at least three years, and at last it’s done.

After painting the tester of Twilight Mist (again, whaaaaat?) on the wall in our bedroom and disregarding the opinion of my husband (spoiler, it turns out alright), I decided to go and buy a full tin and a cheap roller set from Wickes and just do it.  When I say just do it, I meant for Barry to just do it, but that didn’t happen, and it didn’t paint itself, so I did it as it turns out.

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Testing, testing

This is the wall that just refuses to paint itself.

Paint colour booklets from various DIY shopsFollowing the slathering of a hot pink tester on our bedroom wall, in, ahem, March 2012, we’ve had to look at the crime scene every time we walked in our bedroom door.  It had got to the point where we didn’t see it any more.  And when I did see it one day, I painted over it in white to make it easier to cover when the whole wall was painted.  There was probably a year between these two events.

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Rejection

We put an offer in on a house a few months ago, it was near where we wanted to be (but not quite).  We just found out that it’s been sold to someone in a better position.  Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do about it… I’m thinking it’s gone because it wasn’t meant to be and something better for us will come up.13 Continue reading

Ready to move in

Our magnolia and white bedroom wallWe had another viewing this week (about time too, it’s been weeks), and this wall really jarred as soon as I showed the visitors through the door – it’s right opposite the doorway in our bedroom.   Continue reading