Monday, June 13, 2016

WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU LEMONS – ACCEPT THEM GRATEFULLY!



Surveying Things From Great Heights
One of Hieronymus' relatives

This morning I unexpectedly morphed into Alice’s White Rabbit.  I’m running late.  I’m not sure what I’m running late for, but nonetheless, I’m running late.  I’m not literally running. Running isn’t a present day pastime of mine. Not that it worries me because I never enjoyed running, anyway.

I loved ball sports at school, and I participated in them, but I hated foot races.  I could see no point to running from Point A to Point B without an obvious purposeful need to do so.  That’s how it appeared to me, anyway.  Perhaps I, more than anyone else, knew my limitations, and preferred to heed my instincts.

Dawn Taylor, a school mate held similar beliefs so we formed an alliance. Every sports day Dawn and I hid in the school locker room until the races were over...that is until we got sprung by a teacher who’d gotten wise to our game.  Seeing our escape method would no longer work we made a pact that we’d take turns in being the last one to cross the line and, of course, who would come second last. Sometimes, when our mischievous moods couldn’t be denied, we crossed the finish line in a tie, holding hands.  Our rebellious streaks knew no bounds!

This morning I slept in far later than I have in a long time; much later than usual. No amount of running is going to make up the time lost. Perhaps the cooler temperatures, which I love, are to blame. Content to remain snuggled up with me my two bed mates didn’t mind. They got a bit cranky when I disturbed them. Like me, they prefer the cooler weather. Familiarity breeds similarity. My roomies’ calendar is always free of appointments so they weren’t running late for anything. 

Every night my two besties and I enjoy a ménage à trois. There’s nothing strange in that; we’ve done so for years. Calm down!  Before you go off half- cocked there’s nothing hot and heavy going on 
here.
  
My two bedfellows are my two cats, Remy and Shama, both of whom have shared my life for the past 14 years as of December next.  Brother and sister, they’re the luckiest two cats in the world.  Not keen to get their paws dirty, they’re inside moggies. Unfortunately (purposely), they’ve not yet learned how to do housework. They are experts at pretending they haven’t a clue.  When I suggest they should change their attitude all I get in return are smirks that say – “Yeah, right!” And then, promptly and guiltlessly, they go back to sleep.   I’ve given up wasting my breath, so I just keep on knitting vests from their discarded fur. 

And now I’ve a third housemate. Uninvited, he’s settled in, showing no signs of leaving.  Our ménage à trois might soon become a ménage à quatre. I’ve told him to hop it, to no avail.  A couple of times I’ve stooped to remove him, (gently, of course), but like a boomerang he comes back.   I’ve given up in that quarter, too.

This cabin is just that, a cabin, pure and simple; and not large. Is there room enough for the four of us?

At least my new housemate travels light. 

Actually, he moved in a couple of years ago. In no time he stole my heart. He hides during the day; re-surfacing at night.

I named him “Hieronymus” after both the Early Netherlands painter of the 15th-16th Century and crime writer Michael Connelly’s Detective “Hieronymus ‘Harry’ Bosch.

My Hieronymus is a little brown-speckled tree frog who, one day, turned up out of the blue. No - I don’t have any trees growing inside.  Hieronymus prefers indoors to outdoors.

As I’ve mentioned I’ve put him outside a couple of times. However, I’ve stopped doing so because each time I did so I felt terribly guilty, fearful the birds that hang around my cabin knowing their get the meat scraps every afternoon when I’ve cut up the meat for Remy and Shama’s dinner might think they’re getting a special treat.

Frogs are territorial creatures; and Hieronymus has made his decision. His mind is made up. Inside my cabin, living with me, Remy and Shama is his territory; and there is nothing I can do about it other than welcome him with open arms.  

It’s obvious he loves living here.  He knows where he wants to dwell. Who am I to argue? My furry overlords don’t listen to me – why should Hieronymus? He does no harm; I would never harm him. 

Hieronymus knows his way around in the dark.  He has his own private route. No doubt discovered the first time he decided this is where he wanted to set up camp. I think he slips out each night to go clubbing. Hieronymus probably has a lady friend, perhaps more, with whom he shares nocturnal visits.  He’s of age. I’ve no say in his private life.  I might give him “the talk”, though.

Frogs are wonderful creatures. With all the nightly activity going on around here it’s little wonder I slept in. Because I’m running late this morning I’ve failed to squeeze two lemons for my daily, early morning kick-start, and that’s not good.  No time to do it now, though - I have to put up the “No Vacancy” sign.

Lemon and Asparagus Pasta: Cook 1-1/2c penne pasta in boiling salted water, 6mins. Add ½ bunch asparagus, cut into 2.5cm pieces; cook until just tender; drain; return to pot. In bowl, whisk 3/4c whole milk, 2tsp Dijon mustard, 2tsp plain flour, salt and pepper. Heat1tsp x-virgin olive oil in small saucepan on med-high heat; add 2tsp minced garlic; cook about 1min; pour in milk mixture; whisk; continue stirring as its brought to simmer. Cook until thick, 1-2mins. Stir in lemon zest and 1-1/2tsp lemon juice. Stir sauce into pasta; cook over med-high heat until sauce is thick and creamy; mix in 1/3c grated Parmesan to pasta. To serve, top with 1/3c shredded Parmesan.

Lemony Spaghetti: Whisk to combine, zest of 1 Meyer lemon, 3tbs lemon juice, 1/2c mascarpone, salt, freshly-ground pepper and 1/4tsp nutmeg. Cook 240g pasta, al dente; drain; reserve about 1/2c of the water. Return pasta to pot; set over low heat; stir in the mascarpone sauce; add 5c fresh spinach leaves, roughly chopped; toss until spinach begins to wilt; add 1/4c pasta water; cook and toss until spinach is cooked; add ½ chopped toasted hazelnuts; serve.

Crab-Lemon Tart: Roll 300g shortcrust pastry onto lightly-floured bench; line 24cm loose-based tart tin. Chill until firm. Bake blind in preheated 200c oven, 20mins. Reduce oven temp to 180C.  Remove baking beans/rice and paper; bake tart case further 5-7mins until golden; cool. Put 2 eggs, 1 crushed garlic clove and 200g crẻme fraỉche in bowl; gently whisk to combine. Don’t over-aerate. Using ¾c grated Parmesan, add half the Parmesan, finely grated zest of 1 lemon, grated nutmeg, 2 finely chopped shallots, 2tbs finely chopped chives and 300g crab meat; season. Pour into tart case; scatter over other half of the grated Parmesan. Bake 30mins or until set; cool 30mins before removing from tin. Decorate top with chives.

Lemon Curd: Place 100g unsalted butter, chopped, 1-1/2c caster sugar, 1tbs finely grated lemon rind and 1/3c lemon juice in heatproof bowl.  Place bowl over a saucepan of simmering water, making sure the bowl doesn’t touch the water.  Cook, stirring constantly with wooden spoon for 5mins, or until sugar dissolves. Remove from heat.  Whisk in 2 lightly beaten eggs. Return to heat. Cook, stirring with a wooden spoon, for 8 minutes, or until mixture thickens and coats the back of the spoon. Remove from heat. Set aside for 5 minutes to cool. Strain into hot, sterilised jars. Secure lids. Refrigerate for up to 1 month.

Meyer Lemon Lava Cakes with Raspberries and Cream:  Preheat the oven to 218C (425 F).  Grease 8 (4-ounce) custard cups with softened butter or non-stick baking spray.  Place them onto a rimmed baking sheet; set aside. Melt 8tbs unsalted butter and 125g white chocolate in bowl over water (don’t let bowl touch the water, stirring every 15 seconds until melted and smooth.  Remove from heat and whisk until smooth.  Add 2/3c unbleached plain flour, 1/2c icing sugar sugar and pinch of salt; mix well.  Add 4 extra large, lightly beaten eggs, 4 extra large egg yolks, 3/4c lemon curd, 2tsp freshly grated lemon zest, and 1/2tsp vanilla; whisk until blended.  Divide the batter evenly into the prepared custard cups. Bake for 13-15 minutes or until the edges are just starting to turn golden brown and the centre is puffy and just beginning to set.  Transfer the custard cups to a wire rack; let cool for 5 minutes.  Run the tip of a knife around the edges of the cakes to loosen.  Invert the cakes onto small dessert plates or dishes.  Dust the top with icing sugar.  Garnish with fresh raspberries and serve with whipped cream and/or raspberry coulis.   

Dark Chocolate Lava Cake with Lemon Caramel: Preheat oven 190C/375F. Grease ramekins with butter, then set aside. In metal bowl, whisk 3/4c sugar and 6 eggs vigorously, 3-5 minutes until sugar is suspended in egg mixture. Over a double boiler, melt 240g dark chocolate and24og  butter over low heat. Remove from heat and continue stirring until lukewarm. Slowly mix chocolate mixture into egg mixture, whisking continuously. Pour into ramekins, filling them 1/2 way, then place in oven.  Cook for 12-14 minutes. Remove from oven; allow the cake to separate slightly from the side of the ramekin, then with a knife, gently go around the side. Invert onto plate then garnish with caramel sauce. Lemon Caramel Sauce: In medium saucepan, combine1c  sugar and 2tbs lemon juice over med-heat.  Stir constantly until mixture reaches a light brown. Reduce heat to low and slowly add 1/2c heavy cream, stirring constantly.



Froggie went a courtin’ and he did ride. Mhmm.


Froggie went a courtin’ and he did ride..


A sword and a pistol by his side. Mhmm


28 comments:

  1. Loving these lemon recipes Lee, thank you for more culinary inspiration. I had a good laugh about your new roomie. My mum loves her frogs too. I think they are one of the species that give us an indication about our environmental health. There was a story on the radio up here this week where the frog hospital got a patient flown in from Mount Isa, that had been a casualty of a lawn mower.

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    1. I'm glad you like the recipes, Carol...and you're most welcome. :)

      Hieronymus let me know about an hour ago that he's still inside here...he had a bit of a chat. I couldn't see him...bu he's here. Probably ironing a shirt in readiness to go out for the night...or maybe not.

      I hope that little fellow that did battle with a lawnmower came out the winner in the end. Frogs are very important...and I love hearing them, as proof they're still around here. My landlords have a couple of ponds on this property so they must assist in the frog population here.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  2. You welcomed Hieronymus with "open arms"? He must be a bloody big frog! I hope you will be very happy together. Perhaps if you kiss him he will turn into your pin-up boy - the ruggedly handsome and virile Prince Charles.

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    1. No, Hieronymus is not a big frog, Yorkie. My intention was to post a picture, and have now done so. He would be all over 2-1/2 inches in length (6.5cm) at the most and he won't grow any bigger.

      As much as I like having the little fellow around, I have no desire to kiss him. And I have no desire to have a prince hanging round, either;or even a non-prince.

      Solitude, like silence, is golden. :)

      Thanks for hopping by. :)

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  3. what a sweet frog; I have never made lemon curd, must try it

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    1. Hi Linda....my little lemon tree has been working overtime and giving me lovely, big, juicy fruit, and I've been enjoying every one.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  4. Frogs are delightful barometers. And less demanding than my furry friends anyway.
    And lemon curd. Mmmm lemon curd.

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    1. Hi EC...frogs are wonderful, fascinating and important creatures, that's for sure.

      It sounds like lemon curd might be on your list soon!! Thanks for coming by. :)

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  5. Cute frog ...but does he poop inside ? That's the biggest drawback to having them inside .Love the lemony recipes, might try that lava one . It looks delish.

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    1. I've never found any, Helen....anyway, it's not difficult to clean up if I ever did. Having Hieronymus as a housemate is better than having cockroaches as roomies...and I don't see any of those around. And it's also better than having to use chemical-filled insect sprays. I choose the company of Hieronymus any day or night of the week.

      The lava one does look delicious...I've not made it myself, but I might just have to do so!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  6. I'm a frog lover and am envious of your housemate. I did so love my two resident frogs when I lived in the Whitsundays. It was the cane toads I was worried about every time I thought they might be outside.

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    1. Yes, cane toads aren't the nicest of creatures. It's not their fault, poor thing. We don't see many, if any around here these days. In a "coffee table" book I have there is a fabulous front-on glossy photo of a cane toad...it's a terrific photo...and it's always made me feel sorry for the poor much-maligned critters. It's a shame they're poisonous to our animals. They didn't ask to be brought into this country...such is life!

      I love the sound of frogs after it's been raining. :)

      Thanks for coming by, Pauline. :)

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  7. I've been sleeping later too, now that the mornings are a tad frosty, getting up just doesn't appeal. And when you've got nowhere to run to, running late just doesn't exist.
    I disagree with you about the running races though. The whole point of running as fast as you can from point A to point B, is to get there FIRST and beat all those slowcoaches toddling along behind you.
    Heironymus sounds like an easy-care pet.

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    1. Hi River...I was one of those slow-coaches who purposely ran slow. I was good at ball sports, but just couldn't be bothered with running races. To me they were boring; yet I do love watching them in the Olympics! Go figure! :)

      Yes, Hieronymus is an easy-care pet...he takes care of his own meals. I don't have to worry about that.

      The cooler weather is great...and I've decided why get up early if I have no good or pressing reason to do so. Remy and Shama don't mind at all! Thanks for coming by. :)

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  8. Sounds like a good family home.
    Surprised the cats didn't chase the frog mind.

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    1. No, no chance of that occurring, Mr. Ad-Man...my next post will expand further....watch this space!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  9. I'm surprised Remy and Shama don't try to get him. Lovely that you have decided to co-exist in peace.

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    1. Read my response above to Adullamite, Lynn. These two furry rascals aren't interested. Thanks for popping in. :)

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  10. I know Hieronymus Bosch quite well and love Michael Connley's stories about him. If a frog moves in with me I will name him Hieronymus too. Meanwhile a cricket moved in with me last night and tried to sleep on my eyelid. His name is now squashed. I feel a bit bad about it. NOT

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    1. Hi Annie...I love Michael Connelly's books with Bosch as the protagonist, too....great stories; and a great character.

      That's just not cricket what you did to Jiminy Cricket, Annie!! Thanks for coming by. :)

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  11. Do you think he will stay a long time there with you?

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    1. Well, he's been here for about two years already, Margaret...so I guess the answer is "Yes".

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  12. Your frog has found a happy home! Lovely lemon recipes, I adore lemons but honestly,they are amazing in england, not always so great in the USA.

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    1. My meyer lemon tree gives me wonderful, large juicy fruit, Kay...and lots of them. I squeeze a couple into a little water each morning upon rising....I love it!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  13. Well well. A tree frog companion. If he keeps the insects and particularly the cockroaches down then he is a great house companion. It beats the chemicals I used in The Cottage in NZ.

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    1. Hi Graham...I agree...Hieronymus is a harmless pest controller, harmless only to the pests he classes a being on his dinner menu!

      Thanks for popping in. :)

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  14. And your cats aren't thinking he's lunch? My cats would...I hate to think what they would do!

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    1. No, not at all, RK. My two cats couldn't give a damn.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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