Month: May 2012

Chocolate almonds

Almonds are sun dyed Moroccan markets; they’re the frangipane on a perfectly British Bakewell tart. They’re spring in some foreign climes, green, fresh, fragrant and juicy. They’re the sweet decadence of a rich Christmas cake and the chewy whisper of a light as a feather macaroon. Almonds are for me, the king of all nuts. So the announcement that this month’s We Should Cocoa challenge was to combine chocolate with almonds was extremely welcomed. However, revision meant that I couldn’t make the flourless chocolate orange cake I’d envisaged, so I took the simple route and decided to make some chocolate covered almonds. (Revision also meant that I didn’t get this posted in time so I was too late to be included in the round up for the challenge…damn you Colonial and Revolutionary America: From Early Settlement to the War of Independence exam!) The chocolate was dark and the almonds sweet – the toasting bringing out their delicious natural flavour. Nestled in their red and gold tin they looked just like antique jewels. A simple treasure that Read More

Sometimes you have to look through the rain…

It’s been raining. A lot. Last week London was glossed with a grey tint. Its lungs gurgled with water running into drains and the trees’ green leaves remain unnoticed by the folks who trundled past, heads ducked, umbrellas up. When we got home we bypassed the salad and strawberries and whacked on the oven, although only after stripping off our coats and cursing the English Summer. It doesn’t bother me too much though, this weather. My mind and body aren’t allowed to wonder too far away from my computer and the rain suppresses any urge to runaway from revision. Well, it might not encourage me to step outside but it does pull my imagination a little further afield, across the ocean, to balmy Italian evenings eating nutella filled bombas. Or to Venice, in that moment when evening hangs lifeless in the summer air and you can breathe, and there’s silence, and then it falls, crashing down, turning the city into a completely different animal in the darkness. When such images twist their way around my soggy Read More