After our recent jaunt to a restaurant one evening, we retired to Queen Viv's house to partake of some gorgeous Coconut & Vanilla Pannacottas with Grilled fresh figs. It was deliciously voluptuous and creamy and my husband scoffed down 2 of them. The lighting was a touch dark so a photograph of these was not possible but I sought to recreate them myself at home and she shared her recipe for them. Then after I'd finished copying down the recipe in my Moleskine, she produced the most gorgeous pannacotta moulds from her cupboards. She bought them at a market and I was instantly in love. She let me borrow them for cooking and I was eager to make these.
These panna cotta are fabulously simple, hardly requiring any cooking at all. The hardest bit is waiting for a couple of hours for them to set. They're also dairy free for those of you who desire something deliciously creamy and who often have to forsake the gorgeously wobbly Pannacotta because of dietary issues. If you want to, you could leave out the coconut if you like that easy smooth texture or if you want to use the coconut, choose the texture you prefer. Obviously shredded coconut is less fine than dessicated. The coconut cream will make it more a white grey and if you need a pure white colour simply replace the coconut cream with 2 cups of cream and 1 cup of milk. And because these are gorgeously, tremblingly wobbly, don't leave them out of the fridge too long in warm weather. Their delicate constitution will wither and melt and that would be something worth crying over.
My friends are amazing people. They're always on the lookout for me, finding restaurants or eating experiences or story ideas as well as finding treasures to cook with. One of my longest standing friends is Queen Viv, a woman who terrified me at our first meeting 15 years ago such was her regal demeanor. Soon after I realised what a genuine, warm person she was, and still is. She, along with Miss America often accompany my husband and I on our eating adventures and they're always willing to give things a go. Queen Viv raised her son who happens to be about my age the same way. Indeed when we went to Uighur Cuisine, he and I were the ones eager to try the Lungs much to everyone else's horror.
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