An SMS in the afternoon light
to a mate who I knew would understand my plight.
Oh Susan dear, you were once a stay at home Mum
remember girls just wanna have
fun adult conversation?
The phone rang in the middle of the school pickup fight
And Susan says, Amanda I remember that life.
Oh mummy dear I know you’re coming undone
and girls just wanna have
fun adult conversation.
That’s all they really waaaaaaaant
Some adult conversaaaaaation.
When the working week is done
Girls just wanna have fun.
So it may not have happened exactly like that but on Friday afternoon, by friend and sister wife Susan didn’t take long to respond to my SMS distress call. Would we like to join them for a raclette dinner and little bit of conversation? Is the Pope Catholic?*
I rushed home and surveyed the scene. I had passionfruit which Susan had given me the week before, limes from the help-yourself basket at the gym and eggs from our clever chooks. Et voilà passionfruit and lime brûlée!
Passionfruit and Lime Brûlée
6 large passionfruit
1 lime, zested and juiced
200g golden caster sugar
6 egg yolks
140ml pouring cream
icing sugar for dusting
Preheat the oven to 140ºC fan forced.
Combine the passionfruit pulp, lime seat and juice in a bowl.
In a separate bowl beat the sugar and egg yolks together until pale. Then add the cream and the passionfruit mix and beat together.
Carefully pour the custard mix into ramekins. Fill a baking dish with water and bake the ramekins in the water bath for 40 minutes. The cooking time will vary depending on the size of your ramekins - aim for set with a very slight wobble. Remove from the oven and allow to cool.
Before serving, dust the tops of the ramekins with icing sugar, then caramelise with a blow torch.
This custard also makes a great pie filling. Blind bake your pie case, then carefully pour the custard into the tart cake and bake at 140ºC (fan forced) for forty minutes. Remove the tart from the oven and allow to cool completely before dusting with icing sugar and caramelising with a blow torch.
Dinner was fabulous fun and the slow, cook-your-own nature of the raclette was the perfect antidote to my week’s conversation shortfall. We laughed, we drank and we ate loads and loads of cheese covered goodness.
are you a girl who just wants to have adult conversation?
ever had a raclette?
*While we’re on the topic of the Pontif.
Last week he ditched the Pope-mobile and this week he excommunicated the Mafia.
Do you think he’s in a hurry to meet the Big Guy?