I wanted to make this almond parfait for a couple of reasons. One, of course because the cream was expiring in a few days and I knew that I would be away for the next few days and secondly, I wanted to make this while the weather was still warm and ice cream was a desired commodity. The recipe is from the Delicious. More Please cookbook and is a lighter version of an ice cream heightened and buoyed by beaten egg whites and whipped cream.
I know some aren't comfortable with eating raw eggs but I always have my eggs soft poached and haven't suffered any ill effects so I don't usually have any issues with raw eggs personally. However if you don't want to go the raw egg route I would simply double the amount of the cream and whip that and fold that with the icing sugar, nuts, liqueur and biscuits. The caramel sauce is gorgeous drizzled on top of it and the whole confection is sweet, creamy, nutty and light. Perfect for a dinner party.
I like to think that I heed signs. Not the literal kind, although being new to driving I do heed road signs. I'm speaking more of metaphorical signs. And one afternoon I managed to be blind to all of the signs that were shown to me. One day I took a peek in the fridge and spied a neglected pot of cream. "I'll make something with you later" I said to it and closed the door.
I rushed out to see friends and before I knew it the day had gotten away from me. I had that container of cream in the back of my mind thinking "I really should go home and make that almond parfait" but instead I was carousing with friends and shopping. I glanced at the time and it was suddenly 4pm so I made my way back to the car to go home.
The piece of white paper on the car windscreen fluttered at me as if it were waving a hand. "Yoohoo! Look at me!" it said. Could it be my very first parking fine? I prayed for something like a stalker note or something. I snatched it from under the windscreen wiper and there it was, my very first parking fine. $86. For being 15 minutes late. That's the price of a free range goose! I was mad at myself for being late and having to spend money on something incredibly boring when I could have bought food with the money instead.
In a dark mood, I started the car and it stalled. Our car is prone to temperamental bursts (but luckily this was a once off). I punched in the address into the GPS (and why do GPSs always lag between when you punch a letter in so you end up writing the same letter three times?) and then it just decided to die. This involved another wave of muffled screaming.
I drove on hoping that I could find my way home. At a light a truck driver pulled up next to me and rolled down his windscreen. I must have been scowling at the GPS as he said "Hey luv, is that the Navman? Does that send you around in circles like it does to me?" . I grimaced and nodded "Well if I could turn the damn thing on it might!". He then kindly helped me with directions to get home which was rather fortunate as I was heading in the opposite direction and exhausted I made it home with a little time of the light to pare for photographs.
So tell me Dear Reader, do you often listen to "signs"? And how long did you have your driver's license before you got your first fine?
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