Pink Party Pie Time...
With the winter weather falling quickly upon us its time for some FUN in the kitchen....
Pies are the ultimate 'Aussie' winter indulgence. Sweet or savoury
Enjoy theses tasty little treats anywhere, anytime; at the footy with your mates, shared amongst family and friends or as a delightful mini snack for the kiddies.
Pies are an all-rounder and favourite for all, those that deny this are simply telling porky pies!!!
Enjoy a steaming hot pie or two this winter.....
In the good old fashioned Aussie way, smothered in tomato sauce.....
love Amie x
Dedicated to my dads passion for a good meat pie, eaten religiously at saturday's footy match throughout winter!!!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Confessions and obsessions of finding the ultimate Buffalo Mozzarella ...
Dear Cheese Lovers,
Last night I dined with a friend, who is a devout food lover also!
'Buffalo Mozzarella', she said. 'I am sooo obsessed'.
'Buffalo Mozzarella', she said. 'I am sooo obsessed'.
This brief statement sparked memories of my own obsession I had with this soft white Italian cheese.
The love affair begins...
Rotterdam 06' - Opazzo restaurant - Present Myself & Jess
Unable to stop our catch up chattering, caused by our worldy distance, we quickly peruse the Dutch written, Italian menu.
Together we pronounce 'the buffallo mozzarella to start'.
The waiter smiles happily telling us in his best English ' the Italian mozzarella has just arrived ladies, flown in today from the Caserta province’
We both smile, and ponder the benefits of living so close to Italy.
The love affair continues......
Rome 06 -
In search of a mozzarella bar!
In my research of Roma, I read of a place, that serves ONLY mozzarella, a mozzarella bar, it is called!
Obika (Piazza di Firenze - corner Via dei Prefetti) – translation "here it is" in Neapolitan dialect
Traipsing around Roma in + 30 C heat sweat dripping from every inch of my body, I felt the weight of my backpack heighten with every step.
Onwards I persisted…. up and down cobbled streets, through piazza’s, past the gelato I so craved in this heat.
My attention span and interest was slowly growing fainter in the sizzling Italian heat.
But my stubbornness and inquisitiveness persisted and I couldn’t think of a more serene place to be at that moment… So I just had to find it….
Finally, lost and bewildered I sit down at a tiny trattoria and order pizza.
Looking over my map, trying desperately to piece together the last 2 hours, frustration kicks in. I arrive to a realization that I have just run around in circles.
I stubbornly decide to abandon my search for the ultimate ‘mozzarella experience’ and move on from this obsession.
Wandering back I see a tiny red sign, with the words Obika, which ironically translated means ‘here it is’ in simple white writing.
In a daze I follow the sounds of people laughing and turn the corner to find my sanctuary.
I sit down uncertain as to how or what to order. Exhausted I simply point to what my neighbors are eating, as it looks superb and order one of everything.
Present Day 08’
The love affair is re-kindled
Thanks to Lib xox
Monday, April 21, 2008
A Crumbling Heart - 'When Love Crumbles'
Flexibake Heart made by Chefs ToolBox
The perfect comfort food for getting over a rotten apple.....ha ha ha!
Inspired by my beautiful friend Brooke (picture also taken with LOVE)....
In anticipation of the lengthy winter ahead, explore some deliciously wonderful desserts.
Amazingly effortless Apple Crumble is a real party winner, served steaming with lashings of pure cream or vanilla ice-cream.
Amie x
p.s Apple Crumble recipe is made to suit the Chefs Toolbox Como advanced Saute Pan you will need to half the recipe to fit into the Flexibake heart....
Friday, April 18, 2008
Treat you mum on Mothers Day
Mothers Day treat....
Make her feel super 'sweet' special with our Decadent Chocolate Heart Cake
Sunday May 11th
Amie x
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
The Pink Macaron - A french Love x
Picture taken in Paris Oct 2006 (Luxemburg Gardens) with my sister (Joanna) and friend (Michelle) sitting beside me just before we tasted the delightfully sweet macaroons!
The Pink Macaron - A French Love x
The Pink Macaron - A French Love x
Cou Cou,
During 2006 I travelled to Paris regularly for work.
Following the advice of a Parisian friend, I visited Pierre Hermes jewellery box patisserie in Rue Bonaparte to try my very first French Macaron.
I arrived to find a line of people had begun queuing outside the tiny patisserie. I walked to the back of the line and proceeded to wait.
To my disappointment my friend who doesn’t share my passion for food aimlessly wandered off. My sister, intrigued, decided to wait; if I was willing to wait she thought this must be something worth trying!
Finally it was our turn to go through the tiny little doorway and into the small area where the delightful array of delicate pastries, cakes, tarts, chocolates and of course right at the end was the famous macaron!!!
We chose one of each colour. Their exquisiteness made this decision an easy one.
I watched on as a beautifully groomed Parisian lady, dressed in white approached us. She gently removed each fragile macaron with a graceful hand and placed them one at a time into a simple, white rectangular box lined with delicate tissue paper. We wandered out of the shop in a haze of amazement.
I was in love and had yet to try these rainbow coloured almond meringue biscuits.
We decided to walk to the magnificent Luxemburg gardens to sit and taste. Such beautiful treats deserved to be eaten in similar surrounds.
Perched on petite wooden chairs my sister and I slowly opened our small white box, not wanting to spoil their delicateness… We hesitated, uncertain which colour or flavour to attempt first. Rose, Pistachio, Chocolate, Caramel, Truffle, Passionfruit and White chocolate.
There we were, two sisters sitting in a Parisian garden surrounded by perfumed flowers, water fountains and children playing.
The pink Rose flavoured macaron just seemed the obvious choice.
From that moment my sister and I were besotted with the French macaron!
I would travel to Paris again and again for a similar experience.
Amie x
p.s I have since tried many times to perfect these little delicaciesTake a look at my recipe for French macarons
During 2006 I travelled to Paris regularly for work.
Following the advice of a Parisian friend, I visited Pierre Hermes jewellery box patisserie in Rue Bonaparte to try my very first French Macaron.
I arrived to find a line of people had begun queuing outside the tiny patisserie. I walked to the back of the line and proceeded to wait.
To my disappointment my friend who doesn’t share my passion for food aimlessly wandered off. My sister, intrigued, decided to wait; if I was willing to wait she thought this must be something worth trying!
Finally it was our turn to go through the tiny little doorway and into the small area where the delightful array of delicate pastries, cakes, tarts, chocolates and of course right at the end was the famous macaron!!!
We chose one of each colour. Their exquisiteness made this decision an easy one.
I watched on as a beautifully groomed Parisian lady, dressed in white approached us. She gently removed each fragile macaron with a graceful hand and placed them one at a time into a simple, white rectangular box lined with delicate tissue paper. We wandered out of the shop in a haze of amazement.
I was in love and had yet to try these rainbow coloured almond meringue biscuits.
We decided to walk to the magnificent Luxemburg gardens to sit and taste. Such beautiful treats deserved to be eaten in similar surrounds.
Perched on petite wooden chairs my sister and I slowly opened our small white box, not wanting to spoil their delicateness… We hesitated, uncertain which colour or flavour to attempt first. Rose, Pistachio, Chocolate, Caramel, Truffle, Passionfruit and White chocolate.
There we were, two sisters sitting in a Parisian garden surrounded by perfumed flowers, water fountains and children playing.
The pink Rose flavoured macaron just seemed the obvious choice.
From that moment my sister and I were besotted with the French macaron!
I would travel to Paris again and again for a similar experience.
Amie x
p.s I have since tried many times to perfect these little delicaciesTake a look at my recipe for French macarons
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