3rd day of spring break

[wiseheart]

I've been busy again.


First, I cleaned out our pantry. Well, it's just a few shelves in the anteroom's niche, but still can become a "Saustall" in an amazingly short time.

During this mission, I found two recipe books that I'd been missing for a year or so. Shows how often I clean out the pantry, eh?

Then I baked a rabbit-shaped cake. And ungodly amounts of rabbit- and lamb-shaped cookies. Then I got inspired by the fresh strawberries my Mum had brought home yesterday and decided to make trifle, for the first time of my life. It was an... interesting experience.

It's turned out slightly different than in the recipe book. For starters, I've baked my Granny's famous biscuit for it. The one that has no baking powder in it and consequently never tastes like sand. The one that is always good, light like a feather and never dry. Yes. Well, it's true.

Okay, then I realized that we don't have sherry in the house. Actually, I don't even know what sherry is, as all I drink is beer. Occasionally a little eggnog or champagne, but that's a rare event. Besides, Mum can't have any alcohol anyway, because of her medication. So, I decided to pour cold milk with just a touch of rum over the biscuit pieces. And the juice of the canned peaches.

Then I cooked the vanilla pudding and somehow messed up the order things should have been put into the bowl. So, the peach slices ended up on the biscuit, the pudding ended up on the peach slices and the strawberry chunks ended up on the pudding. At which moment I realized that I should have put the red jelly directly on the biscuit. Which I forgot. So I poured the still-liquid jelly over the whole thing, crossed my fingers and I'm still hoping that it will be somehow edible tomorrow.

Oh, and in the time in-between I even painted the Easter eggs red. Only six of them, this year. We are only two people, and who wants to eat hard-boiled eggs for two weeks after Easter?

Then I submerged in the bathtub for quite some time. Came out of it in a somewhat gelationous state, but now I feel that I'll be able to face tomorrow. When I'll have to smear chocolate icing on the rabbit cake and to put various decorative thingies onto the cookies. And to arrange the famous garlic ham on a plate in an appealing manner.


So, no writing today. I feel a little deprived, but even I can only do so many things at the same time. So much about holidays. *sighs* But it was still fun.

Comments

[circestale.livejournal.com]

Reading this entry has made me absolutely jealous. My family is doing nothing for Easter this year; not even a dinner on Sunday. I think I may go home after work today and paint eggs simply for the fun of it.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Painting eggs is fun. Earlier on, when I was less stressed, I used to paint dozens of empty eggshells with extra thin brushes, using motives from Hungarian folk art. I still have a few of them, and I promise every year that I'd make new ones, but I somehow never seem to get around doing it.

At least this year I managed to make the cookies. My Mum is very happy with them, so I'm happy, too. We have stopped buying big, shiny presents each other a long time ago, so now it's just the small things now. To be honest, I like it better this way.

[the-wild-iris.livejournal.com]

Just reading this has made me hungry. Being there, and smelling those wonderful baking smells, must be wonderful!

Hope you have a very happy holiday.

[jilba.livejournal.com]

My husband says sherry is gin's (aboriginal woman) piss. It is if you have an inferior one.

The trifle sounds like it will be different and yet nicer than the one my mother in law used to make.

Lasse-Lanta

[(Anonymous)]

Well my mouth is watering as I read this. The recipe for the ham was great, but then I read about all the chocolate you've gotten and the cakes and cookies.......yum. The triffle should be just fine, you don't need to use sherry, the fruit juice is a good substitute (sp?).

Have a great Easter, just relax and enjoy the feast you've prepared and the beginnings of spring.
Stella

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know, after all that baking I suddenly felt the urge to eat whole spoonfuls of salt. ;)