Look Fatboy, I Made a Pav!

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There was a time when I wanted to do everything listed on the Lonely Planet guide when on vacation.  I’d religiously make up detailed itineraries together with distance, time travelled and what gear to use when driving up Mount Cook.  But when you think about it, would it make a difference after taking the 15,267th picture of the Sydney Opera House with the sun setting behind the Harbour Bridge at 6.30 in the evening with your mug blocking the entire bridge and a silhouette of yourself against the setting sun which prevents anyone from seeing that cheesy smile?  Bookings?  What bookings?  Go with the flow.  Add the element of surprise (like hey, we’re fully booked tonight, care to sleep on the lawn?).  Now, I am quite happy to just laze by the pool, get a tan, and consider it a good day.  It is about reflection and time spent with the ones you care about.  It is about creating memories, not necessarily on kodak paper.

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When in Rome, do as the Romans do.  Invariably, when one is in Australia, one eats pavlova.  Even better, one makes pavlova.  With all the hints left in my previous posts, I knew I had to at least try to make a pav by myself.  And what better setting than the view of the sea in the distance, a cold breeze, and Chopin for inspiration?.

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Four egg whites were used for this recipe.  After beating the whites in an electric mixer until stiff peaks were formed, I added a cup of castor sugar, little by little, ensuring that the sugar was completely dissolved, creating a beautiful white gloss. I also added a teaspoon of white vinegar and a teaspoon of vanilla extract just before adding the sugar.

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Plonk the mixture onto a baking sheet….

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And using a spatula, spread it into a circle. It’s best to make furrows along the side, as straight as possible, as these furrows add stability while baking. Bake it at 180C for 5 minutes, then turn heat down to 120C for 60 minutes.

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While waiting, go outdoors and toss a ball to Casper….

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Unless, of course, Casper refuses to budge.

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After an hour, with the scent of vanilla wafting in the air, the meringue should be cooked. Turn the oven off and leave the door slightly ajar (depending on the type of oven you’re using) to cool the meringue.

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About an hour before serving, whip some cream with a spoonful of sugar, and spread it on the meringue. Then decorate with fresh fruits.

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See the marshmallowy centre and the crisp exterior?  I LOVE MY PAV!

 

The Week That Was

I am blessed.

1.

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From Gard in Norway

My friend of 10 years, he never fails to send me a postcard from every country he visits.

2.

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From Jo in China

I was moved to tears when I received these flowers. She knows exactly what I like.  And I miss her.

2.

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Sushi Cakes from Kat in Abu Dhabi

We met through our blogs and became fast friends. She now lives in Abu Dhabi and is the only reason why I upload pictures on Photobucket (for the glorious “people” of Abu Dhabi).

3.

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A Just Heavenly cake named after me which will be sold in the shops soon (Look out for Lyrical Lemongasp!)

I introduced myself to Nigel at a wedding fair last year. Some people hit it off immediately. We were two of a kind. When I expressed awe at the number of people who remembered my birthday, he said, “It’s because you are loved.”

4.

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Good friends

A surprise phonecall from England from a blogger who is like a sister to me.

5.

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Life for Beginners – lunch at Palette Palate

He wrote me a collection of stories last year, and a poem this year.

6.

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Lemon yoghurt pistachio cake

Not too shabby for a beautiful day.

7.

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Pavlova made with lemongrass and love

Two pavlovas, and three birthday posts from the man who knew exactly what to bake for me…my friend of the year.

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And my wonderful husband who threw me a surprise birthday party at Max! Kitchen & Wines. I was overwhelmed.  A six-course degustation menu enjoyed together with 18 friends.

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Smoked Salmon, Artichokes and Sun-dried Capsicum

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Sea Scallops marinated in Champagne Vinaigrette and Lobster Oil, charred Tuna Loin with King Crab Meat – White Anchovies Salsa

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Warm Eel Fillet on Truffle Cremed Cuttlefish Ragout with a Melange of fresh Highland Herbs and Sea Trout Roe

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River Water Farmed Yabbies, chargrilled in a Pernod laced Fennel Bulb – Tomato Broth

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Parrot Fish Fillet on Parsley – Garlic Poached Clams served with Borlotti Beans and wilted English Spinach Leaves

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Chicken Breast Roulade with Pumpkin Cannelloni, sauteed Sweet Peas and Shimeji Mushroom

9.

Most of all, I am thankful for the friendships that have been forged over the years.

I am blessed.

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Credits: Photos 3 and 7 are by Fatboybakes. Photo 6 is taken by Nic (KHKL).

My Present, My Now, Happy Birthday to Me

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Mummy and botak me

What’s the obsession with the Number Three?
I must insist that it doesn’t suit me
I squeezed and I scrunched but could barely free
Any memory of turning thirty.

I can hardly sing, I didn’t win the grammy
I dance like a klutz, quite like a zombie
A philanthropist I’m not, I’m no Gandhi
I can’t bake although I worship Jamie.

Well the walk down the aisle must definitely be
The highlight of being two and thirty
And even then I almost nimbly
Did a somersault in my snugly tied saree.

My hairstyles have ranged from short to frizzy
My hair colour would have made Renoir envy
Isn’t it a mystery why as a baby
I was hairless and bald just like my hubby?

These were the years of discovery
New interests like painting and making jewellery
And then came blogging, my latest hobby
It was a match made in heaven, like me and Kenny.

I suppose I should count myself lucky
For weekend B^*ches like dear Hairy
Who spends a good hour or three
Explaining to me his love for KFC.

Dear God, when I grow to be forty
Let my boobs be big and firm and perky
Let my waist always be twenty three
Inches, not metres, possibly?

Oddly enough, I am not wrinkly
It must be the char siu I eat regularly
For fat is surely the instant remedy
No crow’s feet, but I’ve become rather pimply.

The elderly are definitely quite happy
Just look at my idol, F-B-Bee
I must be like him, benevolent and jolly
A baker of pavlovas most legendary.

Yes, age, welcome, I stand and greet thee
Take me, mould me, and keep me healthy
I’ve never been happier, this is my ecstasy
My present, my now, happy birthday to me.

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Please sir, may I have some pavlova?