Sometimes you want a fruit dessert that isn’t as much fuss as a pie, is more easy to share with limited utensils than a crisp or a crumble, and definitely doesn’t involve the chilling and rolling and folding
Pavlova, as a dessert, is about as close as a person can get to eating a cloud. Or at least the fluffy, airy, impossibly light idea of a cloud.
I love pie. But I have to confess, it’s never been my strong suit as a baker. My pies tend to be respectable, but… Oh.
I have a soft spot for fruit and citrus curds. They’re the posh, upscale cousin of jams and jellies and preserves. Rich with butter, thickened by eggs, they mound up elegantly on a spoon.
I woke up this morning to discover that the United Kingdom has voted to leave the European Union. It’s a shocking result, that leaves me feeling like the whole world has gone utterly mad.