tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post420522579485900952..comments2023-09-28T11:08:42.509+01:00Comments on love and a licked spoon: Wayward tarts. It’s not you, it’s me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-5290980002727360562010-04-15T06:45:36.086+01:002010-04-15T06:45:36.086+01:00Ha, Mariana, how right you are!Ha, Mariana, how right you are!Lickedspoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10910664613805029106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-54030076505486872542010-04-14T02:14:01.779+01:002010-04-14T02:14:01.779+01:00Hehe. It almost sounds like you needed counselling...Hehe. It almost sounds like you needed counselling Debora. Thank goodness for your blog - a great place to offload and keep us entertained at the same time.Through My Kitchen Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17300798774076098054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-23886287837071270932010-04-12T15:03:42.250+01:002010-04-12T15:03:42.250+01:00Hello dear Karen, You know, I believe we do have p...Hello dear Karen, You know, I believe we do have people in pyjamas in supermarkets now. One of the supermarkets banned them, so it must be an issue, though I have never seen it with my own eyes.<br />Secretphotographer - Steal away! I don't see it as stealing, more as sharing. Richard and my Sean make them every year or so at Easter and they make a lovely reminder of how lucky we are to be surrounded by such wonderful, odd, disfuctional, witty and utterly fabulous friends.<br />Kath - You, my dear, are very kind.<br /><br />Love, DxLickedspoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10910664613805029106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-41215767565212679292010-04-10T14:37:08.197+01:002010-04-10T14:37:08.197+01:00Do you know those tarts don't look too wayward...Do you know those tarts don't look too wayward to me and that blood orange curd looks absolutely delicious and that shoulder of lamb.... The placemats are a genius idea. Oh what a dinner party!Kathhttp://www.theordinarycook.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-51901086930742074342010-04-09T12:17:34.356+01:002010-04-09T12:17:34.356+01:00I love the idea of those place mats. A good gift f...I love the idea of those place mats. A good gift for guests to take away at the end of the day/evening. I hope it's ok to steal the idea!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-43196840477226174242010-04-06T15:19:06.860+01:002010-04-06T15:19:06.860+01:00PS--Those Gourmet pictures are all staged! I hate ...PS--Those Gourmet pictures are all staged! I hate to give away secrets, but, there it is. Only the horsey set in Long Island throw parties like that. The rest of us struggle along with strangely silent dinner guests who are frantically wondering how long they have to stay before they can possibly make excuses. Photos of prior parties as placemats would be a frightening aspect to most Americans (who wants to see Grandma arguing with Uncle Fred about the fried chicken?). You probably don't have teenagers in pajamas in the supermarkets, either! <br />Karen, Miss MannersAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-70198538682692910352010-04-06T14:31:55.178+01:002010-04-06T14:31:55.178+01:00Whoops, sorry Alex! My sincere apologies. The myth...Whoops, sorry Alex! My sincere apologies. The myth of the Ugly American lives on in the person of me, apparently the embodiment of rudeness! <br />And Debora, honestly, anyone who can successfully use (and spell!) lacrimosity in a sentence should never, EVER, worry about her weeping meringue (I howled at your description...like a penitent school girl! LOL!). You are my heroine, darling! <br /><br />Hugging those stale nachos,<br />Karen MarlineAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-34499860238349861842010-04-05T23:20:08.912+01:002010-04-05T23:20:08.912+01:00Hello darling Mariana, Well, it was a catalogue of...Hello darling Mariana, Well, it was a catalogue of dawn disasters. First the crust, which despite the careful rubbing in of three different kinds of fat (unsalted butter, salted butter, vegetable shortening) was most uncooperative, and then the proportions of the fillings (I'd like a bit more curd in my meringue pie and a lot more black bottom in my black bottom pie) and then my meringue wept like a penitent schoolgirl, probably because I didn't beat in the sugar enough - my friend Gil swears you have to beat for at least 10 mins after adding all the sugar to dissolve it properly in the egg whites. He's probably right. I took to it with the blowtorch in the end to try and disguise its lacrimosity. BUT the curd was divine, just the thing with a batch of your lovely scones. I hope you had a marvellous Easter too. Love DxxLickedspoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10910664613805029106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-88752150483258512372010-04-05T23:10:09.954+01:002010-04-05T23:10:09.954+01:00Oooh I must confess to a 'shake at the knees&#...Oooh I must confess to a 'shake at the knees' weakness for a good curd. Yours sounds divine Debora. Chuck me a scone and some thickened cream together with your curd and I would be pretty darn happy! Looks like you had a great easter. Oh and thanks for confessing to the "imperfections". I for one find it refreshing and it shows you just need to soldier on despite the letdowns. We all have them. It's all about how you handle them. Well handled dear!Through My Kitchen Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17300798774076098054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-39662509202820688032010-04-05T21:33:48.029+01:002010-04-05T21:33:48.029+01:00Hey lovely Karen, You really made me laugh. As I c...Hey lovely Karen, You really made me laugh. As I clutch my cherished back copies of the late, great Gourmet to my bosom, I know that isn't true. And you're picking on the wrong Alex - this one's a blogger of the female variety and she has a lovely blog that's right up your street here http://smallthingssmile.blogspot.com/.<br />Alex, Thank you dear. At least I managed to get something right this weekend...Lickedspoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10910664613805029106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-61242299759998061982010-04-05T21:28:03.041+01:002010-04-05T21:28:03.041+01:00Okay, Alex, you've already won. No need to lad...Okay, Alex, you've already won. No need to ladle it on! :-)<br />KarenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-27163376593962664842010-04-05T21:20:34.443+01:002010-04-05T21:20:34.443+01:00What a brilliant title for a post!What a brilliant title for a post!Alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06007373992672699994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-82985775456164546672010-04-05T20:56:05.868+01:002010-04-05T20:56:05.868+01:00Okay, your wayward tarts make mine look like they ...Okay, your wayward tarts make mine look like they spend time, smoking in schoolyards and tripping old ladies. Darling, I live through your parties, honestly I do. You could export your friends as a sort of ambassadors of goodwill to the rest of the civilized world (I use that term loosely) to show us how its done. The typical American party features stale nachos being hugged to the chest of the hungriest guest while someone threatens suicide in the loo. Not exactly Noel Coward. <br /><br />Onward, and upwards, <br />Karen (the human wayward tart)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com