|Loving the 70's feel of the plate.|
Here is that photo of the Fig Cake I promised. It looks as delicious as it tasted.
By the end of the day there was only a piece or two left of the cake. Everyone who had some complimented me on it, so I count it a success! Also, one of my mum's best friends is a Home Ec teacher at a high school and I gave her a jar of my Fig Paste. She sampled it on the spot and was very impressed. So Yay! for that too. :)
Speaking of successes, sometimes I just can't get things right. Take my pavlova this morning. I have made this dessert a half dozen times now with no problems, but of course, as soon as I am on a tight schedule, I make mistakes. I was up and in the kitchen bright and early this morning, with my two girls along as helpers. Everything was going fine until I was about half way through the process and my youngest asked if she could lick the beaters. When I looked at the recipe I saw that the next step required folding the cornflour through the mixture, and I thought "oh yeah, I can use a spatula for that", so I gave her a beater and mixed the rest by hand. Normally I would use my electric beaters for the entire process. Today I realised why! What happened was that the cornflour didn't mix through properly and when I added the vanilla I ended up with little brown lumps of vanilla cornflour throughout the meringue mixture. Yuck!
There was no way that I could save the mixture, so the lot was tipped, with the plan being to start again and make another one. Only trouble was, I was out of caster sugar. My super husband dashed out to the shops for me and bought some more, and pav take-two was on it's way. The moral of this story is... don't mix the pav by hand! Anyway, pav take-two was perfect, and apparently delicious. My dad loved it, and said he would have gone back for seconds if it didn't make him look like a guts. That is praise enough for me.