Five for Monday

Sometimes it definitely seems like I can bake only under pressure. Sunday I had all the time in the world and I set out to make a fairly simple creation “Exploding Strawberry Cheesecake”, the issue came with a non-bake cheesecake… Martha Stewart you failed me. It didn’t set at all, in any way, shape or form. It was barely a custard. I froze it and salvaged what I could but it was no way photogenic. Still delicious, but no.
I used the base from the exploding chocolate tart with the shortbread that I made a week or so ago (I froze the shortbread to keep it)

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This Week

I spent a lot of time procrastinating.

I worried about the intake of sugar on my instagram feed. I’m all for a sugar hit; but jeez.

I made shortbread, whilst my boyfriend rushed me. It was my first fully manual shoot – I wasn’t super happy with it. But you can make that shortbread in 1 hour flat, from ingredients to plate.

I studied, I think.

I bought a new dress with my $5-a-week-for-the-past-goodness-knows-how-long-new-clothing fund.

 

 

Scottish Shortbread

I really like books, I love books in fact. My uncle used to complain that I always had my head in books; it made me feel like Matilda. This recipe comes from one of my favourite books; my mums handwritten journal of recipes, it’s lost it’s covers but when I was younger I would flip through it. Mostly with disgust, as there were a lot of fish recipes in there and beyond tuna I did not care for fish at all as a child.

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Monday Inspiration

Here’s what’s inspiring me/getting me through this week.

Clockwise:
Chicago in Winter – I can’t wait to be there in 3 months (from Pinterest), I know this is old but Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’ Album The Heist, Edgar Keret’s Suddenly a Knock at the Door; short and sweet stories, this amazing scarf from Athena Procopiou

This Week

I’m currently suffering from appears to be a week long food hangover; my body aches and my thighs are a lot less gappy.

I assumed I’d learnt my lesson after I ate so much jelly and ice cream that I was sick as a seven-year old. Apparently not. Then there was that time I got drunk on cheese.
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Strawberry and Champagne Financiers

Strawberries and champagne scream early British summer to me. Wimbledon, the early sun, 99’s, the softest grass you ever did lay your head upon and bright, long days filled with the scent of ripe strawberries are constantly in my dreams; not that I like Wimbledon. Things just always seemed a tad more civilised whilst it was on. The grunting annoys me. Continue reading