Saturday, 18 June 2011

Cake Truffles

On the cool

Your eyes aren't messin with ya.

Big ball

Little Ballz

Drizzled Ballz

Dry ballz

Cake truffles!!

Delicioso!

Practising cake pop shapes for when the dipping technique is mastered....
watch this space!

Sunday, 12 June 2011

She Took Me In and Made Me Breakfast


Last weekend, East London beckoned me on for another roam around its lanes of vintage shops, baking stalls, and flower markets.


CallyJ in tow (and our tummies rumbling), we decided to check out The Breakfast Club in Hoxton - a little haven where brunch is served from 9 to 5; and until that day was an untapped mythical place talked about in stories from foodies & fashionable persons in the know.


Not knowing the area well, we wandered the rainy eastern streets until the location was made apparent by a queue at the front door - a clear sign that our choice was a winner.



As we spied the menu, we couldn't help but ogle at the assortment of goods landing on the surrounding tables. Breakfast burritos; apple cinnamon french toast; poached eggs housed atop smoked salmon & english muffins…just to name a few.


My brunch of choice: The All-American Veggie - a portrait of pancakes, veggie sausages, fried eggs and a mountain of hashbrowns (reminiscent of Missisippi's home fries, bedded with sautéed onions.) Lest we forget the ceramic pot of maple syrup, which I drowned my plate's contents in. (What can I say, I like things a bit messy.) Freshly squeezed orange juice and a strong black coffee helped wash it all down.


Cal went for the meaty All-American, claiming it was the best bacon she's ever had. And darn right - the stuff looked tasty even to my veggie eyes!


The atmosphere - a hodge podge of American diner meets old south - swirled with an eclectic playlist of:


Armstrong & Fitzgerald's - Summertime

Pink Floyd's - Comfortably Numb

Springsteen's - Pink Cadillac

Winehouse's - Rehab

N' Sync's - Bye Bye Bye (which had the entire Breakfast Club miming the moves)

…among others



Doubling as the 'Worlds Smallest Disco', the waiting area for the loos is just as exciting as the bathrooms themselves - a mecca of nostalgia with their vintage Ghost Busters, Fraggle Rock, and Heman wallpapers.



The Breakfast Club takes brunch to new heights, providing a dash of southern comfort and a general love of breakfast cuisine to tables across London. With four locations, I don't know why it took me so long to try this place out.



Until next time...

Hearts.

Monday, 6 June 2011

Buttery Shortbread

Whenever someone cracks open a tin of traditional biscuits, my little hands are straight onto the shortbread cookies. Delightfully twisted in their pretzel forms and sprinkled with sugar crystals - shortbreads truly are the gem of the biscuit world.


This little number can be used in various ways - topped with cold custard & berries; as the base for your favourite pie; or simply eaten alone.


Introducing:

Buttery Shortbread



140kg Flour (I used rice flour for the hubs' wheat allergy)

60kg Sugar

160kg Butter (cubed at room temp)

1 Egg Yolk (the yellow bit - save the whites for mini meringues)

Dash-o-Salt

1/4tsp Cream of Tartar


In a large bowl, sift the Flour, Sugar, Salt & Cream of Tartar. Next, blend in the Butter until mixture becomes smooth. Lastly, mix in the Egg Yolk until all is well blended. The mixture should be thick and smooth (unlike your traditional pie crust).




Smooth the mixture into the bottom of a well-buttered pie plate, and pop in the oven at 170C for 50 min.



Cool thoroughly before decorating.



And just because I've finally mastered meringue...

Saturday, 4 June 2011

The Wanderers

Just me and my girl, wandering...


abandoned

heatwave

wanderers

tuckered