Before I forget.. here's a very pretty fruity-tootie drink to go with your Spicy Meringue..
You need to hunt for a small bottle of Pomegranate Syrup, it should be very thick and only contain pomegranate juice and sugar.. don't buy the stuff that has .... in it! We buy ours from a middle eastern supermarket, it maybe a bit pricey but you only need a very little and she'll give you other recipes that use this.. plus it lasts forever!
So you've got the pomegranate syrup, a bottle of Prosecco and a pomegranate, you need one for the meringue anyway. Put a little bit of the syrup into the bottom of a champagne glass, pour in a tiny bit of prosecco and mix it up, do this ahead of time so the syrup breaks down a bit, then put in a few pomegranate seeds and top up the glass.
It had such a glorious taste and looks simply.. deevine!
After her appointment in Howland Street, her trip down memory lane started in Little Portland Street with a visit to Barnett & Lawson, this shop is a treasure trove of amazing trimmings of every single description, where in the olden days, if she hadn't got a trip coming up to Florence, she used to buy a lot of lampshade trimmings, they have great products with wonderful staff.
Onwards down into Soho to Borovicks in Berwick Street market, Martin wasn't there but the other two men were and they had a majormajor gossip! She used to get a lot of fabrics there but her quest today was for a small scrap of dark brown leather or suede, there was none to be had, so she'll have to go far away to her other source in northLondon.
Then down and across onto Old Compton Street and into the Algerian Coffee Shop, to purchase half a kilo of Velluto Nero and the same amount of Cafe Torino. "Get back" she growled at the naughty nougat which waved at her from the shelf as she shot out of the door before it leapt into her basket.
Across Shaftesbury Avenue into Chinatown, by now she was mighty hungry and if it had been me, I'm pretty sure I would have slid my bum onto a seat in a Chinese YumYum House.. aka restaurant.. but she has a will of iron and went into her favourite Chinese supermarket instead.
Pak Choi, Choi Sum and egg noodles were what she needed but she confesses that thoughts of duck and other such delicious tastes DID prance about in old head, especially as she had to pass right by her favourite in-and-out restaurant on the way to her bus stop.
But she managed not to sniff the scrummy smells sneaking out of the open door and made it to the bus stop without succumbing ~ and ordering everything in sight.. twice! It has been a long time, at least four months, since she ate in Chinatown.
Home again, home again, jiggeddy-jigg to find me perched on her old leather jacket in the hall by the front door, oh, such a fuss, why you'd think she hadn't seen me for a week!
Secretly, between you, me and old front door, I love all of this attention but I was there so I'd know the minute she came home, for I was mighty bored by being by myself and mighty hungry and, Dear Readers, I have yet to figure out how to open chilly-white larder and cook a pork chop!
Which is what we've just had.. plus fresh Chinese vegetables and egg noodles.. I then had a couple of cashew nuts, she had two pieces of nougat but not normal nougat as one thinks of it, the base was made out of pomegranate syrup, oh, heavens to Betsy, her face told me this was something extraextra good.
She has collected her new herbal tea, without camomile this time, ugh, she hates even the smell of that stuff, and a new book, we have two large apples with long stalks and are now going to slip-slide into, and onto, her comfy bed and settle down for the evening.
Good Friday tomorrow.. suddenly the year has started to go faster, when she was in bed for most of February it went verrry slowwly indeed but suddenly, it's April, then it will be May and whoosh, it will be Summer! And we'll be picking our own Pak Choi and Lettuces. But as old Jack Frost is still a'lurking about, so there will be no tender vegetables planted out just yet.
However, what she can do is to get on and work on the raised beds, replace some rotten boards, add more compost and the well rotted manure and get the beds ready. Let's hope that silly west wind dies down a bit, he was certainly playing his wicked tricks up in the West End today.. she wished she'd worn old fake fur hat it was that cold on her ears.
That's for then and for now we are saying good bye, meanwhile, a very curious thing happened whilst she was out, we had a huge surge of Dear Readers from most unusual places! Were they new Dear Readers or were they regular Dear Readers travelling to strange and far-off distant lands and because you lot ever tell us.. we'll never know.
PipPip.. if she can get her fingers to stop holding Hot Cross Buns tomorrow for a minute, we'll be here again with all the news.. that's fit to print!
GeeGee Parrot.
April 2nd, 2015.
You need to hunt for a small bottle of Pomegranate Syrup, it should be very thick and only contain pomegranate juice and sugar.. don't buy the stuff that has .... in it! We buy ours from a middle eastern supermarket, it maybe a bit pricey but you only need a very little and she'll give you other recipes that use this.. plus it lasts forever!
So you've got the pomegranate syrup, a bottle of Prosecco and a pomegranate, you need one for the meringue anyway. Put a little bit of the syrup into the bottom of a champagne glass, pour in a tiny bit of prosecco and mix it up, do this ahead of time so the syrup breaks down a bit, then put in a few pomegranate seeds and top up the glass.
It had such a glorious taste and looks simply.. deevine!
After her appointment in Howland Street, her trip down memory lane started in Little Portland Street with a visit to Barnett & Lawson, this shop is a treasure trove of amazing trimmings of every single description, where in the olden days, if she hadn't got a trip coming up to Florence, she used to buy a lot of lampshade trimmings, they have great products with wonderful staff.
Onwards down into Soho to Borovicks in Berwick Street market, Martin wasn't there but the other two men were and they had a majormajor gossip! She used to get a lot of fabrics there but her quest today was for a small scrap of dark brown leather or suede, there was none to be had, so she'll have to go far away to her other source in northLondon.
Then down and across onto Old Compton Street and into the Algerian Coffee Shop, to purchase half a kilo of Velluto Nero and the same amount of Cafe Torino. "Get back" she growled at the naughty nougat which waved at her from the shelf as she shot out of the door before it leapt into her basket.
Across Shaftesbury Avenue into Chinatown, by now she was mighty hungry and if it had been me, I'm pretty sure I would have slid my bum onto a seat in a Chinese YumYum House.. aka restaurant.. but she has a will of iron and went into her favourite Chinese supermarket instead.
Pak Choi, Choi Sum and egg noodles were what she needed but she confesses that thoughts of duck and other such delicious tastes DID prance about in old head, especially as she had to pass right by her favourite in-and-out restaurant on the way to her bus stop.
But she managed not to sniff the scrummy smells sneaking out of the open door and made it to the bus stop without succumbing ~ and ordering everything in sight.. twice! It has been a long time, at least four months, since she ate in Chinatown.
Home again, home again, jiggeddy-jigg to find me perched on her old leather jacket in the hall by the front door, oh, such a fuss, why you'd think she hadn't seen me for a week!
Secretly, between you, me and old front door, I love all of this attention but I was there so I'd know the minute she came home, for I was mighty bored by being by myself and mighty hungry and, Dear Readers, I have yet to figure out how to open chilly-white larder and cook a pork chop!
Which is what we've just had.. plus fresh Chinese vegetables and egg noodles.. I then had a couple of cashew nuts, she had two pieces of nougat but not normal nougat as one thinks of it, the base was made out of pomegranate syrup, oh, heavens to Betsy, her face told me this was something extraextra good.
She has collected her new herbal tea, without camomile this time, ugh, she hates even the smell of that stuff, and a new book, we have two large apples with long stalks and are now going to slip-slide into, and onto, her comfy bed and settle down for the evening.
Good Friday tomorrow.. suddenly the year has started to go faster, when she was in bed for most of February it went verrry slowwly indeed but suddenly, it's April, then it will be May and whoosh, it will be Summer! And we'll be picking our own Pak Choi and Lettuces. But as old Jack Frost is still a'lurking about, so there will be no tender vegetables planted out just yet.
However, what she can do is to get on and work on the raised beds, replace some rotten boards, add more compost and the well rotted manure and get the beds ready. Let's hope that silly west wind dies down a bit, he was certainly playing his wicked tricks up in the West End today.. she wished she'd worn old fake fur hat it was that cold on her ears.
That's for then and for now we are saying good bye, meanwhile, a very curious thing happened whilst she was out, we had a huge surge of Dear Readers from most unusual places! Were they new Dear Readers or were they regular Dear Readers travelling to strange and far-off distant lands and because you lot ever tell us.. we'll never know.
PipPip.. if she can get her fingers to stop holding Hot Cross Buns tomorrow for a minute, we'll be here again with all the news.. that's fit to print!
GeeGee Parrot.
April 2nd, 2015.
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