Flambé time

Just to take a little twist on things for a bit, I decided to write about a dish we tried at home, towards the end of last year. Its one by the legendary Julia Child called Crepes Suzette…definitely worth trying. In the kitchen was me, my boyfriend and Mrs Whiskers.IMG_20171125_155357

 ‘What are we making today?’

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‘I’ll just make myself comfy over here’

You’ll need the following ingredients for 12 crepes:

For the batter:

  • 1 cup flour
  • 2/3 cup water
  • 2/3 cup milk
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 3 tablespoons melted unsalted butter
  • 3 large eggs

For the orange butter:

  • The zest of two oranges
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 1/2 pound unsalted butter
  • 3 tablespoons orange liqueur (we used Grand Marnier)
  • 1/2 cup orange juice

For the Flambé:

  • 1 tablespoon of granulated sugar
  • 1/4 cup orange liqueur
  • 1/4 cup cognac (we used Courvoisier)

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‘Well this looks rather interesting!’

Whilst the butter is melting, mix the flour, water and milk with a whisk. Once melted, add the butter to the mixture, followed by a pinch of salt and three whole large eggs. Mix well.

It should look a little something like this. Allow this to rest so the flour absorbs the moisture. We kept it in the fridge for at least 10 minutes.

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Brush a thin layer of sunflower oil onto your non stick pan.

Then begin making your crepes! It’s really up to you how thick or thin you want them to be, but it helps to swirl the pan to keep the crepes even throughout. Wait for about a minute until the bottom is just brown and then flip it over, to brown the other side for roughly 30 seconds.

Once you’ve made the crepes keep them to one side. Its now time to make the orange butter…

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Add the zest of two oranges to 1/2 cup of granulated sugar. Blitz for one minute. Once done, add 1/2 pound of unsalted butter and continue blitzing.

I like fancy bottles 🙂 Add three tablespoons of the orange liqueur followed by 1/2 cup of orange juice to the mixture. And yes…just keep blitzing.

And that’s your orange butter done! Now we’re coming onto the final stage…The Flambé!

Add your orange butter to a hot pan and allow it to boil down, almost caramalising it into a syrup. This should take about 5 minutes.

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Next, bathe and baste your crepes in the orange butter. You should be able to fit about 12 in the same pan by folding them into triangles (i.e. half then half again). JC calls them ‘wedges’. Sprinkle on one tablespoon of sugar, followed by a 1/4 cup of more orange liqueur…followed by a 1/4 cup of cognac!

We’re up to the final cooking stage now! Be very careful to light the cognac…I clearly wasn’t brave enough to do this.

 

Almost done I promise! I’m sure you’ll agree with me when I say that no dessert would be complete without its cocktail.  This is called ‘Midnight in Paris’.

Add 25ml of the cognac (I wasn’t kidding when I said I liked fancy bottles) to ginger beer (however much you want really).  Add an orange piece and that’s it!

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A refreshing assortment of drinks 🙂

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Et voila! As always, I hope you enjoy making this delicious dish, as much as you will enjoy eating it 🙂

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The World Ain’t All Sunshine and Rainbows

This is quite a hard post for me to write. But I figured that if I did, I could overcome what has been an awful past few days- and just maybe put things into perspective.

The reason why I hadn’t blogged for quite some time was that I was hitting the books hard with a membership exam coming up. Books, study, practice and the like… Unfortunately it hadn’t paid off this time, and I failed.

Utterly gutted by a few marks off I was devastated and still am. The results came out on the Monday evening and once I found out,  I was terrified to go into work the next day. I wondered what people thought of me. Word had got around but everybody was very supportive. Having said that, as soon as someone came up to me to give me a rub in the back, arm around the shoulder or a holding of the hand, I’d wait until they left the room, only to burst into tears. I’d let down everybody’s expectations and in the one few times I tried to believe in myself, my faith was shattered.

Yes this may sound like an overexaggeration of things, but it’s just how I’ve felt and I know it’ll hopefully pass. I know I’ve done harder exams during medical school under much different circumstances-I was 18, I was in another country and I was at the risk of being kicked out (there were 90 medical students in the first year, 23 of us graduated). My family needed to remind me of this, and that it really isn’t the end of the world.

My boyfriend mentioned ‘We said that one day we’ll look back at medical school and laugh about it. One day we’ll look back at this exam and also laugh about this’. Are there times when I don’t do anything and my mind wonders back to this failure? Sure. But maybe everybody does that.

The thought of what others think about me runs in my mind still (so says the person who’s blogging about her failure). Helpful quotes have however, tried to keep me going.

Do your best, forget the rest –Tony Horton

Don’t care what the others (trainees) think, just give the world the finger-My trainer

This is a skill I still need to work on, not giving a da** of what the others think.

I don’t know why else I decided to share this really. It was probably just to put it all down in writing, and one day be a distant memory. Plus, I’m kinda used to blogging about the not so great side of life too…remember the burglary?

Every morning this week I’ve woken up with the thought-‘I failed’. Now that I’ll have to get back to it again, when my heart sinks (which I’m sure it will do many a time)…I will try and remember this:

I love Rocky 🙂

Piping Hot

So it hadn’t been the greatest start to the week. Not particularly because of what happened, but rather that it opened up to some unfortunate realisations.

It all started on the Monday morning. I woke up and did my usual routine. It was when I walked into the living room, that I stumbled upon a freakin’ leaking ceiling!

We switched off the heater and hot water supply, and called our handyman. The problem was that we didn’t know exactly what time he was coming, so realised that someone would either need to wait until he came (in the morning) or come home in the evening. Having rung up work to let them know of the situation, I was advised to come in and carry on as best I can, and then leave if I have to. I thought that was reasonable, and didn’t expect much more.

I carried on with work as normal, with the exception of awful dread that our roof could collapse at any moment. Having spoken to our handyman, I managed to get an estimate of roughly what time he would come. Though it was an awkward time (half way during my afternoon surgery) it wasn’t anything I could change. I updated work but I could tell they were annoyed. I felt completely helpless.

It was around this point that I started to feel the pressure (more so). It was when I was asked to go home, let the handyman in, and then actually come back to work. I think for a brief few seconds I was confused. But at the same time I didn’t want to make matters worse…so I agreed. 

I thought that maybe it was normal to let a stranger into the house and I was just being paranoid…but then again maybe not! Numerous people were entering my room just, many a time saying:

“So you’re coming back right?”

I just nodded.

My time was coming up and having updated my colleagues, I left work and came home to let the handyman in. It was about half an hour when I returned to work, and my colleagues had seen a couple of my patients.

I had two left to see. This was all I had to do, and then I could come home for good and see what was actually happening at home.

It was almost coming up to closing time when I was finishing off with the last patient. There was a knock on my door, followed by another one soon after. I was told that we had to leave. Once the patient left I was gathering my things, when I was approached by a colleague…

“So why were you running late today?”

I wanted to explode. I was fuming inside. Are you for real?!!!

I didn’t want to shout back but I didn’t want to be a pushover either. I found my voice coming and my tone changing, to one of utter disgust…

Do you not know what happened? I left??

Oh yeah I know but….

But ….? You don’t know what happened. (One needed admitting).

And then they were quiet. 

I realised there was no point in wasting my energy in defence. It would never be understood. I don’t quite know what they were saying towards the end, as I was too angry to care and just wanted call it quits. Once I got home my mind was a bit more at peace.

After the handyman left, I sat on the landing floor leaning against the wall, staring at our boiler. I reflected on everything that happened that day. In the end it was just a leaking pipe which caused some damage to the ceiling. That was it. So why did I let it affect me? 

I was not expecting pity or anything like that. But I realised that in the end, all I hoped for was some level of reasonability. I did everything I was told, yet the icing on the cake was still that awful remark. It’s these situations which show you what people are really like. I think that’s what I was most disappointed with. 

In the end though, I decided to rise above it, move on and pretend it never happened. Tomorrow was another day…

Song Of The Month

I thought long and hard about my song of the month, especially as it was the first one of the year 🙂

I found myself reflecting from the events of this week, both at home and at work. Coming back into the work environment did expose my vulnerability quite early on. However, having confided in the right people, I was reminded that it was ok.

I have also been following clinical psychologist Jordan Peterson, based at the University of Toronto. Having recently watched some of his YouTube videos, I came across this quotation from him which I wanted to share. I think it’s one which can apply to anybody, if they choose accept it.

“To love someone is to simultaneously accept their vulnerability, as a valid part of their being. Without this, there is no possibility of individual existence.”

Though I am not a Slipknot fan nor a total Stone Sour fan, this song by Corey Taylor has to be my favourite song right now. It’s touching and beautiful- and as always, I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do 🙂

New Year’s Resolutions

This festive season was a rather variable, yet enjoyable holiday. I managed to view some pretty winter wonderland…


Views from the window…Poor Maui! 

My favourite Christmas card from this year 🙂

So as is the tradition, here is my list of New Years Resolutions. I was quite happy with achieving some of my resolutions from last year! Yet there’s always room for improvement, so here goes:

1. Stay fit-continue the weight training.

2. Sit the 2nd exam

3. Learn a language

4. Pick up a new hobby…I won’t be listing my potentials here, just because it’ll be too overwhelming!

A full moon today- and on that note I wish you all a Happy New Year!

Have A Drink On Me

Almost every weekend we see a little blue car pull up in front of the house. An elderly man comes out, followed by his dog, and they go for a walk into the park. On returning to the car, the man will stroke his dog, give him treats and then drive home again. 

I wondered what the story was behind this man. Who’s at home with him? Does he have any children? What does he do during the rest of the day? How will he spend Christmas this year? 

I actually thought of popping a Christmas card in between the windscreen of his car…

“From your friendly neighbours at number 41”

However I didn’t go through with it. Don’t really know why, maybe I just thought it was too out there. 

As I was getting ready to head out today, I saw the same man through the window. I watched him get into his car when my boyfriend said something which was probably more out there!

‘I dare you to give him a bottle of wine!’

At first I thought..what?! We don’t know anything about him and what would he think?! 

Then I thought…what do I have to lose? Just one of our spare red wine bottles, which we purchased as Christmas presents for others.

As I grabbed one of the bottles and desperately searched for the keys, I heard my boyfriend shouting out (as he was checking through the window too!) that this person had taken off…and I was a little sad.

What happened made me realise that I had some ‘guts’, (or stupidity, who knows), in running over to a stranger and almost about to give him a Christmas present. It was out of the blue (a dare after all!) and I was a bit disappointed on missing my chance. I was however happy that deep down, I learnt that I could perform such an act, when I thought I couldn’t do it before.

                    HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Song Of The Month

Here it is! I came across this soundtrack interestingly whilst watching a Simpsons episode. I grew up with the James Bond movies my dad watched many a time. I think this song is an absolute classic and I find the introduction simply gorgeous. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do…I wish I had such a voice!