The reason I love eating out is often to get inspiration for baking or cooking. A cafe like Fleetwood Macchiato with a talented pastry chef can churn out some fabulous combinations and when they sat down a pear and rosemary tea cake in front of us, I reached for a bite, ready to slide the plate over to Mr NQN.
But I didn't.
I kept eating. It was so good that I kept eating it and it was only upon protest from Mr NQN that I gave him the rest. The pastry chef explained that making it was simple, you start with a caramel and you start it in a similar way to a tarte tatin and that he processes the rosemary along with the flour. The rest is based on a Nigella rosemary loaf cake with some additions and changes. Instead of layering it with halves apples or pears, you layer it with thinly sliced pears and then a fragrant and moist rosemary cake. The cake is moderately easy, although I know some of you don't like to make caramel. If you don't and want to make a simplified version, you can omit the caramel and pear on top and just leave it as a plain tea cake with some sugar sprinkled on top. It stays moist from the pear inside but also I promise you that no-one will complain. Some might offer you money instead though, it's that delicious
That afternoon Mr NQN and I were having lunch. Mr NQN looked over my shoulder and said, "That homeless guy going through the bag in front of the clothing bin looks like my dad"
It's true, Mr NQN's dad has a scruffy beard and a rather dishevelled appearance and on more than one occasion, has been mistaken for down and out. One time, he was at Manly Beach and sorting out his backpack. He emptied it of a collection of empty plastic bags and a kind hearted man walked up to him and pressed a $10 note into his hand. He was so excited about his unexpected fortune he told us all about it- little did that man know that Mr NQN's father is not short a quid, but he just looks like he is.
A few moments later, we saw a group of young guys self consciously carrying a "keep left" road sign, pilfered from nearby and between the four of them, their eyes darted every which way on the look out for police. But these guys weren't the pilferers in question. Dear Reader, the pilferer was me.
So tell me Dear Reader, are you inspired to make things when you eat out? Where do you find inspiration to cook things? And do you choose recipes with pictures or ones that you can see what they will look like in the end?
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