Traybakes, fridge cakes, squares, bars – these are the taste of childhood. Sure you can buy them as an adult, but I used to make and eat them all the time when I was a kid.Continue reading Northern Ireland Food Exploration: Fifteens
Waiting 3 months to write up a post when you haven’t taken any notes is not the greatest idea.
I’ve been lucky with Thai food as I have always had a local expert to turn to for info, especially names.
However when in Vietnam, I paid scant attention to the proper terms for dishes and have since spent some time scouring various online resources to identify food stuffs.
So this MAY be Che Thap Cam.
The first night we were in Hanoi there was the Friday night street market in the Old Quarter. This meant, among other things, a lot of food stalls.
We meandered from place to place, sampling different bits and pieces, but I was drawn to a bicycle with a box on the back where an interesting looking dessert was being created.
Every now and then I fancy ice-cream.
I don’t mow people down to get it. It isn’t my go-to comfort food. When I eat it I like it, but I am definitely more of a pastry/cake/pudding person.
Hot weather helps, but a winter cornet works too.
I am a big fan of French macarons. The stunning colours, delicate flavourings and chewy textures… the only thing I don’t like is the price. Seriously. Considering the price just one of those tiny little delights retails for, I almost expect them to be diamond-encrusted.
Of course I appreciate they are a fiddle to make. I’ve had my fair share of cracked tops, sandy textures and uneven splodges to contend with, and after watching a recent episode of one of my favourite tv programmes “The Great British Bake Off”, I can see I am not alone.
Coconut macaroons are a very different beast, and something that are strangely Scottish. I say strangely, because coconut palms don’t line the shores here, but perhaps they come from the same tropical stable as pineapple tarts.