Yesterday I had some spare time to myself and I was really in the mood for cooking but surprise surprise unlike Nigella’s pantry we do not stock most things for most recipes and about the only thing I had the stuff to cook the recipe was creme caramel. Everything else was prepared and I turned the caramel off when it was at the point the recipe told me too but it started boiling really ferociously and turned itself black. Never having cooked this before I did not know if this was correct, although really I should have just used my common sense, and so poured it into the ramekin dishes. When it had cooled down I tried a little piece and it was the bitterest thing I have ever tasted in my life and to make it worse it had set. So I spent ages trying to pry the black gunk out of the ramekins with hot water and a knife, but it was very much stuck. I didn’t want the rest of the prepared ingredients to go to waste so I remade the caramel, although it still wasn’t really right, and poured the caramel and custard into a large bowl. The result when tipped out was the worst presented dish I have even seen as it basically just flopped out of the dish onto the tray. As seen below next to the recipe sheet.
Despite its looks it still tasted lovely and I still felt I had achieved something I had never done before. At least it was a learning curve and next time it will be much better. Make’s me laugh to see the photo.
It was nearly a ghost town apart from the odd car. I felt so peaceful and the air smelt clean because it had just rained. It started to rain when I was nearly home and I didn’t even mind it was so fine and beautiful. Probably the loveliest walk home on my own I’ve ever had.
It was the sort of film where not a lot happens, there were no moments where I wanted to cry or was over the moon with happiness, but it had a nice ending and it made me feel good, which I liked. I did however find it inspiring. The idea that Julie had nothing of her very own (apart from her husband) that made her feel at ease and in control other than cooking and that she found peace through it I liked. She took on a challenge to prove to herself that she could do it and complete it, in the same way Julia wanted to get the paper qualification from her course even though she knew she could cook.
I live a quite busy life with college and work and my son and boyfriend and still trying to make time for friends and myself, like most people in our modern society, and sometimes it is nice to have that freedom from it all. I love to cook and although I do not do it all the time I wish I did it more; the pleasure and pride I get from making a simple cake or tray of muffins and seeing that they look good and taste nice makes me feel relaxed and as if I had achieved something. I am following a pathway in life which will hopefully lead me into one of the most fast paced and hectic industries in the world, fashion. And although I love the buzz of it and the creative side of it, designing and making clothes is not as simple as making a cake and having it in front of you after half an hour in the oven. There is a constant in cooking, although there are new dishes, new ways of cooking and new top chefs all the time (love Heston Blumenthal), there will always be the classics and there are so many cuisines to explore. To teach yourself to cook so that you no longer need a recipe book and can just whip something up for your family if your in a hurry or something special if your having a dinner party completely appeals to me. I want to teach myself, it will not happen in a year like it did for Julie as I neither have the time nor money, but gradually I hope to achieve this goal and who knows I may even buy Julia Child’d cook book.