Originally posted by Lateralthinking1
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The mother of all essential desserts
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Lateralthinking1
Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostTescos experimented with a Pina Colada jelly a couple of years ago. One dissolved it in boiling water, like ordinary jelly cubes. It more resembled blancmange or torte, really, and delicious, but they withdrew it after only a few months.
I also second the comments about rhubarb crumble and custard, fresh fruit, proper ice cream, and chocolate or indeed raspberry trifles.
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Originally posted by cloughie View PostQuite right ff, some people know nothing!!!!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostThey both look the same in the little silver jug that Blenkinsop used at table...
As children, we were allowed condensed spooned over a chopped raw apple.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostIt's just that one wouldn't pour very well"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostFrightfully vulgar to pour...
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostWhy'd he put it in a jug then? You can spoon it directly out of the tin!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by cloughie View PostReminds me of Michael Bentine's Square World - There was another outbreak of Blenkinsop's Disease today when Arthur (or was it Alfred) said Ii've got it again'.
I don't think I've mentioned yet that I can get really rather excited if someone puts a large bowl of Eton Mess in front of me.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View Post
When I was working is this 4-star hotel in Zurich in the 60s, we served this meringue speciality called Bombe Glace Vesuvius, which (from memory) consisted of either fresh strawberries or raspberries encased in ice cream, surrounded by sponge cake, and overlaid with meringue, shaped into a rising cone, with a dip in the top - to resemble a volcano's crater, into which some kind of Schnapps or liqueur was poured after the thing had been baked, immediately prior to serving, and then ignited.
The occasion I am about to describe was a special business function. Picture if you will a dining room full of dour-faced late middle-aged Swiss businessmen. The dessert course arrived, most of the waiters being charged with triumphantly carrying the "erupting" desserts aloft on large oval silver flats to the tables, while I was instructed to follow up serving whipped cream. For this I had to squeeze between the rows of tables, lean forward with the large silver sauce boat of cream, and ask each customer in turn, "Schlagrahm gern?". If he replied "Ja bitte" I would ladel a generous dollop of the stuff from the sauce boat onto the plate. All this was conducted in the soberest of silence. One of the customers, was totally bald. Unfortunately, careful as I tried to be, a large splodge of this cream landed right on top of his head - for all the world resembling a large white onion! At first, he sort of looked skywards, then very tentatively raised one hand to touch it. Now, to the credit of the assembled clientele, they did all burst out in hysterical laughter. As did I! I had to dash around and hide in a corner. Unfortunately Herr Peters, the German head waiter, did not see the joke at all. "You sink zet is funny, huh? It is not at all funny, and you heff schpilt cream all down the back of ze man's jecket! Go and get his jecket!"
One never ever forgets something like that. I have one or two other stories about that time to tell, if the subject seems appropriate.
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostIs that meringue, Caliban?
Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post"You sink zet is funny, huh? It is not at all funny, and you heff schpilt cream all down the back of ze man's jecket!
"For you ze dessert iz over, Meester Apologeest!"
Sounds like your faux pas went down a Bombe with the punters though...
Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostI have one or two other stories about that time to tell, if the subject seems appropriate."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostWhen I was working is this 4-star hotel in Zurich in the 60s
Are you the first to have discovered my new smiley?It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostMy little local caff does a very nice saffron ice cream (and I'm not generally too keen on ice cream).
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