YEah, like eat the whole box of ice cream instead of supper. Then top it off with half a BIG bar of chocolate... with nuts. Pulse still under 130, probably ok. ))
I can't claim any golden leaves, but that last line is a glorious fit! SUCH a great post!
I adore pastry... over here what we call 'pastry' is literally the stuff that pie crusts ('pastry cases') are made of, rather than a more general term applied to sweet food.
I have to be careful with sugars and starches, so I don't often go near pastry, but for me the PERFECT food scenario would be a meat-and-pastry combo (a Cornish pasty, a sausage roll, a meat pie or a steak-and-ale pudding). Heaven!
Our languages have such interesting differences. I did not know the discrete meaning of "pastry" in England. And what you folks call pudding, we call dessert ( ANY after-meal sweet). Pudding in the US refers only to a kind of vanilla, chocolate, lemon or butterscotch custard or sometimes bread or rice pudding. Pudding is never savory here. But please pass the steak and ale pie! Hard to find it here other than frozen. Delicious. And who would want a hamburger if a Cornish pasty was available? I ask you!
And there's even a difference between 'dough' and 'pastry'. 'Dough' tends to be yeasted - so bread and brioche and bagels are all made from dough, but a pie crust (which we don't call 'pie crust', but a 'pastry case') is very much made from pastry; a flour/fat combo, rather than a yeasted dough.
Bread pudding over here is a solid cake-like slab made from breadcrumbs, spices, dried fruit and suet to be applied straight to one's mouth (rather than needing a spoon and a bowl, I mean), whereas our bread-and-butter pudding is made from slices of buttered bread layered with dried fruit and soaked in an egg custard mix and baked, and eaten for pudding (dessert).
Steamed suet puddings can be sweet or savoury - examples of the former include a local speciality to me, 'Sussex pond pudding' and the wonderful jam roly poly pudding. Steak and kidney pudding, or steak and ale, is made in a pudding basin lined with suet pastry (flour, grated suet NOT rubbed in, and water), filled with - usually - stew, and then steamed. The pastry is the same recipe, pretty much, as for the kind of dumplings you would cook IN a stew.
Cornish pasties are the food of the gods. Skirt steak, sliced potatoes, swede (I think you call that rutabaga?) and black pepper encased in pastry all the way round and eaten hot out of a paper bag on a bench in the sunshine overlooking the harbour while trying not to be dive-bombed by seagulls. Scrumdiddlyumptious.
OMG! Your description of Cornish pasties has me packing my bag right this minute. Let's see... where is my passport? My toothbrush?! See you in 14 hours. On my way!
You'll get through immigration on the strength of your travel reporting credentials, Sharron, so never mind the passport. I'll be the one in the Arrivals hall holding the slightly greasy, steaming paper bag containing a beautifully-crimped half moon of stuffed golden pastry the size and thickness of both of my hands pressed together and as long as from my fingertips to my wrists. You can't miss me!
(Let's hope you're not delayed, because I might get hungry for the pasty myself.....!)
I eat "almost" no sugar, anymore, but I get cravings and will indulge. One must keep one's immune system on its toes. : ) Your last line, or one like it, is familiar somewhere but I can't place it. Enjoyed this!
I don't know much about science, Kate, but ...that sounds a little like overstatement - maybe a little wishful thinking. ha ha ha If I remember rightly, our brains are mostly fat. Mine sure is, and that's a fact. Happy week end to you.
LOL - I couldn't agree more. My pastry would be a piece of my Mom's butterscotch pie. My brother, my father, my son and I were rumored to have split the entire pie in fourths at one seating - once or twice, it was so good.
My Mom made the most delicious pies. Lemon meringue...mmmm...my brother and I would sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to feed our cravings. It was amazing how those pies shrunk overnight.
🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁! Ha ha ha! Right you are, Penny. Five golden leaves for you. Season 2, Episode 5, ( 1991 ) the wise words of disc jockey cum philosopher, Chris Stevens, who had been sneaking around stealing radios out of peoples' cars. He said he did it to remind everybody that chaos was all around them, and to keep their eyes open, to stay alert! But mostly because he just had to do something bad once in a while. ( Available on Amazon Prime or Youtube for $2.)
Oooh pastries are the best! Yesterday on our way to a college football game Krispy Kreme had the hot donuts light on in the window. Nothing like a warm glazed, melt on your tongue sugar bomb to induce squeals of delight! 🍩
These days I look up quotes, old-fashioned sayings, and lyrics…almost as soon as I read them. A mini history fact check. So I’m sorry but I messed up your challenge… and did not recall DJ Chris’s words off the top of my head. But, I missed that show for years, especially the DJ.
You didn't mess up anything - you WON the challenge. No one else had a guess. "Chris- in -the- Morning gave us everything from opera arias, to Mississippi blues to political commentary to Russian literature. He was my hero.
I am happy with a glazed donut. 🤣 I remember going to a pastry shop (if that is the correct term) in the village of Versailles and being amazed at how fancy the pastries were. Dessert as art.
Sharron this post really speaks. . .to my cholesterol levels (don't call my doc!) On vacay we stopped at a donut shop that made you want to sing! They had those epic creme horns with that oh so flaky crust. Brings a tear. Sorry, I had no clue on the line.🙄
YEah, like eat the whole box of ice cream instead of supper. Then top it off with half a BIG bar of chocolate... with nuts. Pulse still under 130, probably ok. ))
Whoa whoa whoa, there, Kate! Sounds like death by carbs! Rein it in there, girl. I went into a carbohydrate stupor just reading your comment.
My sister is visiting and The Crepe restaurant Thurs. night, we found they serve a Tunisian dessert we remembered from our childhood there!
Delicious! Such a serendipitous find!
I can't claim any golden leaves, but that last line is a glorious fit! SUCH a great post!
I adore pastry... over here what we call 'pastry' is literally the stuff that pie crusts ('pastry cases') are made of, rather than a more general term applied to sweet food.
I have to be careful with sugars and starches, so I don't often go near pastry, but for me the PERFECT food scenario would be a meat-and-pastry combo (a Cornish pasty, a sausage roll, a meat pie or a steak-and-ale pudding). Heaven!
Our languages have such interesting differences. I did not know the discrete meaning of "pastry" in England. And what you folks call pudding, we call dessert ( ANY after-meal sweet). Pudding in the US refers only to a kind of vanilla, chocolate, lemon or butterscotch custard or sometimes bread or rice pudding. Pudding is never savory here. But please pass the steak and ale pie! Hard to find it here other than frozen. Delicious. And who would want a hamburger if a Cornish pasty was available? I ask you!
It's funny, isn't it?!
And there's even a difference between 'dough' and 'pastry'. 'Dough' tends to be yeasted - so bread and brioche and bagels are all made from dough, but a pie crust (which we don't call 'pie crust', but a 'pastry case') is very much made from pastry; a flour/fat combo, rather than a yeasted dough.
Bread pudding over here is a solid cake-like slab made from breadcrumbs, spices, dried fruit and suet to be applied straight to one's mouth (rather than needing a spoon and a bowl, I mean), whereas our bread-and-butter pudding is made from slices of buttered bread layered with dried fruit and soaked in an egg custard mix and baked, and eaten for pudding (dessert).
Steamed suet puddings can be sweet or savoury - examples of the former include a local speciality to me, 'Sussex pond pudding' and the wonderful jam roly poly pudding. Steak and kidney pudding, or steak and ale, is made in a pudding basin lined with suet pastry (flour, grated suet NOT rubbed in, and water), filled with - usually - stew, and then steamed. The pastry is the same recipe, pretty much, as for the kind of dumplings you would cook IN a stew.
Cornish pasties are the food of the gods. Skirt steak, sliced potatoes, swede (I think you call that rutabaga?) and black pepper encased in pastry all the way round and eaten hot out of a paper bag on a bench in the sunshine overlooking the harbour while trying not to be dive-bombed by seagulls. Scrumdiddlyumptious.
OMG! Your description of Cornish pasties has me packing my bag right this minute. Let's see... where is my passport? My toothbrush?! See you in 14 hours. On my way!
You'll get through immigration on the strength of your travel reporting credentials, Sharron, so never mind the passport. I'll be the one in the Arrivals hall holding the slightly greasy, steaming paper bag containing a beautifully-crimped half moon of stuffed golden pastry the size and thickness of both of my hands pressed together and as long as from my fingertips to my wrists. You can't miss me!
(Let's hope you're not delayed, because I might get hungry for the pasty myself.....!)
You're killing me....
😉
I eat "almost" no sugar, anymore, but I get cravings and will indulge. One must keep one's immune system on its toes. : ) Your last line, or one like it, is familiar somewhere but I can't place it. Enjoyed this!
Smart man. It is an addiction gained in childhood that is so hard to break. Good for you for figuring it out.
Our brains are made of carbs. Gotta feed em now and then. ))))
I don't know much about science, Kate, but ...that sounds a little like overstatement - maybe a little wishful thinking. ha ha ha If I remember rightly, our brains are mostly fat. Mine sure is, and that's a fact. Happy week end to you.
LOL - I couldn't agree more. My pastry would be a piece of my Mom's butterscotch pie. My brother, my father, my son and I were rumored to have split the entire pie in fourths at one seating - once or twice, it was so good.
Portions sound just about right to me. Glad I am not the only one.
How many times do I have to click on "I accept cookies" before they actually mail me some? I am just saying...
Oh yes, it's always the 'one I shouldn't have'.
My Mom made the most delicious pies. Lemon meringue...mmmm...my brother and I would sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to feed our cravings. It was amazing how those pies shrunk overnight.
Funny how that happens!
Fun and enriches my own cravings… so were you a “Northern Exposure “ fan?
🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁! Ha ha ha! Right you are, Penny. Five golden leaves for you. Season 2, Episode 5, ( 1991 ) the wise words of disc jockey cum philosopher, Chris Stevens, who had been sneaking around stealing radios out of peoples' cars. He said he did it to remind everybody that chaos was all around them, and to keep their eyes open, to stay alert! But mostly because he just had to do something bad once in a while. ( Available on Amazon Prime or Youtube for $2.)
I still sometimes miss the wisdom of Chris the DJ, wishing it would come over the airwaves just when I needed it.
A prophet I could believe in!
I’ll have what she’s having, Ed. And make it snappy.
Ed knows me. He'll bring back half a dozen assorted- so it is all good.
Oooh pastries are the best! Yesterday on our way to a college football game Krispy Kreme had the hot donuts light on in the window. Nothing like a warm glazed, melt on your tongue sugar bomb to induce squeals of delight! 🍩
The hot donuts light in the window. Like a beacon to guide one safely in... sigh
Yup. I agree.
Pastry! I am sure that the problem in the Garden of Eden stemmed not from an apple. It was hot apple pie with ice cream...
It isn’t fall: it’s apple cider donut season. I may have had one, or two...or twenty. But who’s counting?
Fun story, my friend!
Your secret is safe with me. And, um, where do you get apple cider donuts??
Haha thank you. They’re sold at a lot of local orchards/farms. Not sure if it’s a regional thing, but maybe?
These days I look up quotes, old-fashioned sayings, and lyrics…almost as soon as I read them. A mini history fact check. So I’m sorry but I messed up your challenge… and did not recall DJ Chris’s words off the top of my head. But, I missed that show for years, especially the DJ.
You didn't mess up anything - you WON the challenge. No one else had a guess. "Chris- in -the- Morning gave us everything from opera arias, to Mississippi blues to political commentary to Russian literature. He was my hero.
I am happy with a glazed donut. 🤣 I remember going to a pastry shop (if that is the correct term) in the village of Versailles and being amazed at how fancy the pastries were. Dessert as art.
Thanks, Mark!
Sharron this post really speaks. . .to my cholesterol levels (don't call my doc!) On vacay we stopped at a donut shop that made you want to sing! They had those epic creme horns with that oh so flaky crust. Brings a tear. Sorry, I had no clue on the line.🙄
Ha ha ha. Cream horns! The things we remember!