I am the product of two parents with highly evolved creative skills. Both can, as is said in this part of the world, turn their hands to anything. Father has recently developed a new hobby – making buttons. Mother can as easily tile a floor as knit an aran jumper. She sews. She bakes. She makes cards. She gardens. She is constantly busy. Father, although becoming more frail of late, is joiner, plumber, builder, and also gardener.
All of these tasks are completed with gusto – and attention to detail. All would grace the portfolio of any craftsperson.
You can see, then, that there is something to live up to in our family. Or a reason not to try – to avoid uncomplimentary comparison!
To date, I have fairly well refused to compete. But recently, spurred on by my Guiding Light’s commission to cater (desserts) for a wedding party, I trawled online for a creme brulee blow torch.
Ohhh. Online. That uncritical, ever present seductress. Voicing no nagging doubts about the skills/knowledge gap between me and arrival at that queen of desserts!
So. Object duly delivered. Gas arriving separately.
Recipe available online. Multiple recipes. Multiple chefs giving their versions. All claim to be easy to prepare. Let the experiment begin. The exciting world of the creme brulee has just exploded open to us.
But – yes – you’ve guessed. There really is more to it than first imagined. We were a little disheartened after the first attempt. It has now taken three weeks before today’s, second, try. With a pavlova made to use up the unused egg whites (waste not, want not!).
Even at this stage, though, with both delights still in the oven, I feel sure that I won’t be mentioning this enterprise to mother. And will probably have to do daily trial runs if she’s to admit I’m her daughter!