Saturday, 27 March 2010

Fun with food

(Sarah, you're not to look at this)



A minor highlight of our recent UK trip was an individual serving of The Blessed Spotted Dick in a Slough hotel.

Nothing but the best for J. and me when we travel abroad.

It struck me that with a little ingenuity my helping could be made to resemble B., a blonde friend who has appeared in Lydian Airs occasionally. It was the work of a moment to carve a mouth and two eyes in the flank of the pud, and then to pour the vernal daffodil yellow custard strategically over it to suggest her blonde hair.

Alas, the custard ran a bit too far down before the camera could be readied. But you get the general idea.

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Very many thanks to all those friends who left messages on my previous post, offering unstinted hospitality and advice from Lowestoft to Wisconsin via Farnworth, which I enjoyed reading when we got back. Much appreciated. Next time I'll post notice of absence well in advance of departure.

22 comments:

Dave said...

Hurrah!! You are home. You must look at yesterday's posting at my place featuring, as it does, your strawberries.

I flagged-up in the week that I shall be in Cornwall in August. I have not yet received an invitation for a blog-meet from your daughter. Perhaps she will have other things on her mind then.

Rog said...

I was impressed with your link to Dave's Saturday Post.

Sarah said...

We've....well me anyway...have missed you!
That SPOTTY dick looks vile. Yuk I just can't see the attraction, filthy sugar laden stodge made worse by squashed flies....eeew.
Doen't look anything like your blonde picture restorer 'friend'

Yes, next time a visit please !

Must rush, things to do, people to see....

zIggI said...

I shall just have to eat all this F&N (that I brought in specially (I was going to put laid in specially) (but that sounded a bit rude and also I didn't know if that was the right sort of laid, should it be layed?)) myself.

Dave said...

Safe it Ziggo. I happen to know that stable-builders need high-energy food.

Spadoman said...

Glad you are home safe and sound. Good to see you on these pages.
As for the blond hair, might be a bit desheveled for a reason, after all, you were frolicking around the countryside.
The dessert does look tasty.

Peace.

Z said...

I like a slice myself, rather than portion-controlled individual puddings, but it does look rather tasty. I bear a striking resemblance to jam roly-poly myself, I am told.

Christopher said...

Dave: It's good to be back. Glad the strawberries are flourishing. At the same time as yours arrived from France a batch went to Bluecatland. Leave them long enough and their runners may meet. Like others we could mention, Mrs Blue Cat aka Patroclus may be preoccupied with parturition in August, but you could always ask.

Rog: I'm still thinking about this. It's like a crossword clue when all you have is -Y--BB-M-

Sarah: How kind of you. To tell the truth, the only virtue that pud had was its Play-do-like plasticity, and it wasn't A. the picture restorer I was trying to evoke but B. the alto. And the custard was COLD! The Philistines were at the gate...

Zigs: Well, it's an ill wind - and speaking of which, or at least of draughts, we came very near your place, I think. More of this another time...

Dave (again): Sage advice, particularly as it may be in short supply after our bulk purchases.

Spadoman: Too often blonde hair is a snare and a delusion, don't you find? Just like that dessert, as it turned out.

Z: Really? I've always thought of you as a subtly-flavoured crêpe suzette, or possibly as a subtly sophisticated zabaglione.

I, Like The View said...

good to have you back home safe and sound, Christopher (and J.)!

looking forward to tales from your trip when you've finished the unpacking and the laundry and been grocery shopping and restocked the fridge and the pantry and opened the post and inspected the land and all those other things one does upon returning from travels

(-:

Geoff said...

Gentlemen prefer custard.

Z said...

How lovely of you to suggest subtlety when some would say tasteless, and sophisticated when one might suggest sophistry.

Rog said...

That's insolvable!

I assumed you linked to Dave's post today because of the "spotted Dick" connection.

I'm really sorry to have brought this erudite and sophisticated comments section down to the gutter. I'll get my chapeau.

KAZ said...

Welcome back Christopher.
I hope having a spotted dick was worth the trip.
(Follows Rog)

zIggI said...

I tried to make zabaglione once - it became scrambled egg.

Christopher said...

I: Thank you. Yes, it's just as you describe. In fact I was writing about it all yesterday for publication on April 1st (Ho-ho) here:

http://www.frenchconnections.co.uk/en/guide/blog/99316-campbells-diary

Geoff, Z, Zigs: Fantasising about women in terms of desserts is a so far unploughed field. I look forward to harnessing my team. But I have to say no female known to me has any resemblance, actual or metaphorical, to scrambled egg. In this context will Dave feel inspired to rewrite The Song of Solomon?

Rog, Kaz: Thanks. I didn't dare make that leap...

Z said...

Funnily enough, I had a written conversation on a not dissimilar subject with a friend a couple of years ago. I hoped I'd got the email to remind me of the context, but now I remember that I'd handwritten the letter. Anyway, I said that if I were a vegetable it would be asparagus.

Christopher said...

Aha, Z. It's certainly difficult to say goodbye to asparagus - its effect lingers long after more transient vegetables have disappeared. Maybe this reflects the impact you have on people?

Z said...

You could well be right. Just as well that I'm not beetroot then - or, worse, Jerusalem artichoke.

Christopher said...

Too true. Not to mention beans -except as in Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your languid spleen, an attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not too-French French bean!

mig said...

I think the line of custard suggests a fringe drooping seductively over one eye.
That's just a suggestion though.
(not surprising that the custard was cold by the time you'd finished arranging it)

Christopher said...

Hi, mig. Good to see you. Always room on this blog for people named after Russian jets. Yes, I think this may be the beginnings of not only a revolutionary new art form but of Slough's sudden eruption into cultural prominence. Do you plan to play there soon?

mig said...

Not sure I have a suitable repertoire Christopher, though we do have a version of Happy Birthday arranged for string quartet with five variations after different foods. Sadly no spotted dick.