A few weeks ago I found myself Undressed in Bendigo. Soon after, I found myself Getting Naked. I had such a good time frolicking about that I recommend you do the same.
Quinces aren’t very glamourous. Let’s be honest here. They’re not. They’re yellow and spotty, and you have to cook them for hours and add lots of sugar for them to get anywhere near being good. But, with a little love, they’re pretty delicious.
When my best friend just recently bought her first house, we were looking through the garden to see what was already growing there. After weeding the place so we could actually see what was there, we discovered a little herb garden, which was mostly comprised of mint and rosemary.
That was sorted then; we’d be roasting lamb.
When it comes to the season of relaxed barbeques and end of year merriment, it’s always a good idea to have a party trick up your sleeve. I’m not talking about double-jointedness, or awkward jokes, I mean a signature dish that sounds way more complicated than it is. It’s up to you whether or not you let your friends know just how easy it is – you could always go for the good old, “Oh this? This was nothing!” and then wink, and join in on another conversation, leaving your friend guessing.
A couple of summers ago, I found one such recipe that does the trick perfectly. If you can make a homemade version of something that usually nobody bothers to make, you know you’re onto a winner. And such was the case with this homemade ricotta.
I think, over the course of this summer, I made this ricotta for five different get-togethers; barbeques, Christmas parties, nights by the pool. And every time, I was met with a “You made this?!”. I tried explaining how easy it was, but my friends would not hear it. But you’ll listen to me, right? You’ll let me explain just how easy it is, and then you’ll claim it as your own, and impress your own friends, won’t you? You and me, we’re onto something good here.
Let’s talk cupcakes, shall we? Sounds to me like as good of a place as any to start off a brand new blog. Like when you’ve just moved into a new place and you bake a cake to make everything smell nice and homely. This is the blogging equivalent of that – I made cupcakes to get everything going and to make myself feel at home.
So let’s get down to the baking. I’m not going to lie. You’re going to need butter. And you’re going to need sugar. And, if you make these in the afternoon and sample as you go along, you’re not going to need dinner. I might be speaking from experience.