Thursday, July 24, 2008

Lemons




Hmmm lemons, truly a most wonderful fruit.




Lemon Curd
6 large egg yolks
1/2 cup lemon juice (about four medium lemons)
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup butter
The zest of two lemons (you grate the peel off, like cheese just smaller...in case you don't know what zest is:)




Press the egg yolks through a sieve (takes out any funny lumps or white bits) pour in the lemon juice, whisk, now add the sugar, whisk well again. Cook over medium/low heat for twelve minutes or untill the mixture can coat the back of a wooden spoon. Take off the heat, whisk till slightly cooled, add butter a slice at a time whisking after each (or just add the butter, sliced up, all at once whisking in well) now add the lemon peel.

Place in sealed glass jars in the fridge, eat on toast, pancakes, waffles, cookies, crackers, cakes or ummm anything. We don't normaly eat it warm but you can if you like.



For a lovely yummy wonderful lemon dessert, place lemon curd (after it has cooled) in a medium sized bowl. In another bowl beat 1 cup heavy whipping cream untill fluffy (don't let it be runny, but don't turn it into butter). Scoop a small amount of the whipping cream into the curd and stir in well (this makes it easier to fold in the rest), now place the rest of the whipping cream into curd and GENTLY fold it. DON'T WHIP OR BEAT IT, or your whipping cream (as I'm sure you know, will fall flat). Chill and serve in small bowls or eat on top of Angel Food Cake.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

My dream.

Warm air brushed my skin, tall trees loomed over-head, green leaves huge and glossy twisted and turned catching the light. Grass was thick underfoot, broken here and there by hard packed dirt paths running this way and that. Turning I found a man standing beside me, small and slim he was my guide for what would seem to be a hike into the mountians. Mountains that I didn't remember wanting to visit.

My guide beckoned me around a bend in the path, urging me on, to see what we (must) have come to look at. Standing on the brow of the hill we gazed into a broad valley walled with steep green slopes and filled with huts perched on tall stilts, peaked roofs stretching toward the sky. Following the path as it twisted down to run past the first home I discovered the silence, it filled the air...utter silence, no birds, no people...no sounds. House upon house gazed back as if they were dead, the life in them snuffed out, gone, leaving nothing but walls and windows behind. Confussion filled me, a sharp pinpoint of fear and an overwhelming sadness.

Then it came to my ear, the sound of children calling, like the high thin piping of gulls the children called. Looking up into the house I saw a small boy and girl, both dark haired and browned skinned, crouched in a window, motioning for me to come closer, to entire. But my guide caught my arm and shook his head, "there are no children there anymore, nothing is there, only ghosts".

Friday, July 18, 2008

AGAIN the Markus COMETH


Once again my dear-almost-brother-in-law comes, this time it is a bit more solid, he had an interview with the US Embassy in Bern. After that they informed him he would recieve the Visa in about three weeks......sooo that means we might be able to have a wedding at the end of AUGUST. Which means.....something.....everyone must get busy....rush about doing wedding things......whatever they are....maybe we should make some practice cakes just to "see" if they taste good.....


Ahem if there is someone out there who KNOWS lot's about how the Maid of Honor is supposed to freak out please contact me, I'm going to need help on that one.