AS part of their hot date WMK took CK somewhere amazing. Somewhere he would find all he needed to make his soul sing with happiness or at least have my soul singing with happiness which is the same thing really, don't you think? Because he knows me so well he found the perfect something -
I have many cake tins. Many, many cake tins. All different shapes and sizes ranging from ancient tin ones that seem to be the legacy of this house through to uber-whizzy silicone ones. Some are basic while others are of a more complex design. At last count there were 30 plus, so many in fact that they have their own cupboard in the kitchen, but I have the same issue with every single one of them - no matter what I do to the tins the blurry cake stays stuck inside. I have greased and floured to within an inch of my life, I have lined tins with brown paper, greaseproof and on one weird day there was an elephant involved (don't ask) nothing EVER comes out all the way evenly each time. But not this time, oh no...
I followed the instructions on the packaging (boy do all y'all Americans cook with a LOT of sugar!) and left the cakes to sit for 15 minutes. Then, nervously, with a flick of my wrist out they all came POP! from the pan.
And do you know what I love about this book? It has real recipes in it that I can make. In fact this one may be for dinner tomorrow night ~mmmmmmm, onion.
It is also a cultural reference text., I cannot believe that it took several sightings of the word before I figured out 'Stoup'
A really thick soup but kind of like a really thin stew - Stoup!
(Here comes the analogy bit that left CK less than thrilled) This book is more 'Reader's Wives than Playboy (and I am NOT searching for links!). and I really do mean that in the best possible way. The recipes in this book are makeable, I already own or have easy access to the ingredients. I can make the food without a mahoosive amount of organisation.
Cultural openess aside - in its original form I am NEVER making this one!
But any harsh feelings about being fed rodents is tossed to one side with the introduction of our new favourite word in the whole entire world.
Oh EVOO, how we love you. You have made us laugh so hard our tummies hurt. Sunday afternoon while lazing in the hammock I called into the house 'EVOO!' and was met with the thunder of stamping feet and chanting voices. 'EVOO, EVOO, EVOO' echoed around the garden. We are in the grip of it here and now. You may keep your Swine Flu and economic crisis. We ignore your political meltdown and social collapse. We are tucked safe in the world of EVOO!!!!!!!