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Winter Madness.
Dec. 7th, 2005 10:16 amIn case you ever have cause to suspect that I've been replaced by a Pod Person--reasonable grounds for this would be me saying, "Wow, I am way too hot"--please consider the following:
Only the Real Ang would think that making rhubarb sorbet in the Depths of Winter is a truly fabulous idea.
It's about -2C outside, and the ground is covered in some spectacular frost. Indoors, interested viewers can watch the crazy woman ladling tiny spoonfuls of rhubarb puree through the incredibly small aperture of an ice-cream maker. Yes, that's right. We've been living here for three months and I still haven't managed to unearth my measuring jugs. (I've been relying solely on US measures.)
Ten minutes later, and my insanity is rewarded by delicately scented, rose-pink sorbet with an intense rhubarb flavour fading to a warming ginger at the end. Now, if only the weather would warm up a little--it's too damn cold for ice-cream!
Only the Real Ang would think that making rhubarb sorbet in the Depths of Winter is a truly fabulous idea.
It's about -2C outside, and the ground is covered in some spectacular frost. Indoors, interested viewers can watch the crazy woman ladling tiny spoonfuls of rhubarb puree through the incredibly small aperture of an ice-cream maker. Yes, that's right. We've been living here for three months and I still haven't managed to unearth my measuring jugs. (I've been relying solely on US measures.)
Ten minutes later, and my insanity is rewarded by delicately scented, rose-pink sorbet with an intense rhubarb flavour fading to a warming ginger at the end. Now, if only the weather would warm up a little--it's too damn cold for ice-cream!
