Peeled and diced parsnips, ready to be glaced in butter,
vanilla-honey and thyme.
vanilla-honey and thyme.
For dessert we had a puff pastry ‘epiphany’ cake. I bought it ready-made from my favourite bakery. At 9.60 euro it didn’t come cheap, but it was excellent. Instead of the traditional frangipane filling it was layered with vanilla-flavoured apple and apricot sauce. It was nice and flaky, refreshing … simply gorgeous …
What was left of the puff pastry cake, with on top the 'bean'
(in the shape of a tiny geisha sitting on an egg).
(in the shape of a tiny geisha sitting on an egg).
And guess who got the bean? Yours truly! So paraphrasing Helen Shapiro’s words: “I was a queen for a day … ” But what happened to my king?


3 comments:
Fred can be your King, Your Majesty. He also was the lucky one yesterday. Keep in mind that he is also the one who baked it so I'm a little suspicious of his "luck".
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This sounds like food I would like to hear more about!
Mark, I can't believe that Fred would do such a thing on purpose. I'm sure it was sheer luck! ;)
Kathie, Any recipe in particular? Mind you, the meatloaf is a family secret!
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