Seasonal fruit! Did you know it’s abundant and priced kindly? I really need to get to the vege market more often.
As I said, it’s Sunday today, so what better day to make yourself pudding on, to try fend off any back-to-school blues you may be feeling, and to greet the new week with a sticky, happy smile. (Your smile might not actually be sticky, I just tend to always end up with with food on my face when I eat.) This requires some attention but not a lot of effort. Just peaches, simmered till soft, thickly covered in lemony cream. Through some mysterious augury the combination of cream and sugar heated together with lemon juice added, creates this satiny, smooth, rich, incredibly delicious substance. The method is based on this recipe I used to make all the time in my teens, back when cooking was starting to become “my thing”. So, you don’t actually have to have the peaches underneath, you could just divide the cream between a couple of ramekins (or very adorable teacups) and still be guaranteed a good time. But! Peaches! So peachy!
Heating the peaches turns up their perfumed, ray-of-sunshine sweetness, which the vanilla and lemon help bring out too, with their respective richness and tartness. I can’t overhype the cream enough, eating it is honestly like the feeling you get when you’re loitering in a fabric shop longer than your brief errand warranted, and nonchalantly but dedicatedly caressing all the rolls of satiny fabric. (Shout out to my people who do this, please be more than just me.)
peaches and cream
a recipe by myself
two large or three small ripe peaches, roughly diced
1 tablespoon sugar
2 tablespoons water
1 teaspoon vanilla extract or the seeds from a vanilla pod if you’re feeling baller
300ml bottle of cream
1/3 cup sugar
juice from two lemons (the mean, supermarket kind, that is. If you have a generous, homegrown lemon, you’ll probably only need one.)
Put the peaches, the tablespoon of sugar, and the water in a saucepan and stir over a decent heat, and continue till the water has evaporated and the peaches are very soft. You don’t have to turn this into jam or puree or anything, just break them down a little. The latter would probably be more sophisticated. But here we are. Divide the peaches – a couple of dessertspoons each, I find – between two or three 125 ml ramekins or similar. Refrigerate.
In the same pan – maybe give it a quick wipe with a paper towel – bring the 300ml cream and the 1/3 cup sugar to a gentle boil, slowly, stirring constantly. Once it’s bubbling, stir for three minutes exactly, then remove from the heat. It’s science, okay? Seriously, watch your phone (or, I guess, your watch, mine tend to have stopped working and become what I call “sculptural bracelets”) and let that surprisingly long three minutes pass in full. Then, remove the cream from the heat, and stir in the lemon juice. With any luck, the cream should mysteriously yet delightfully thicken up as you do this. Divide this mixture between the two or three vessels of peach, bearing in mind that if there’s three, you’re gonna have less…and refrigerate. A couple of hours should thicken it up properly, but feel free to make it the night before.
Make it for yourself and your significant other/s, eat it all by your significant self, or make someone pay to watch you eat the lot. If you want more, double the quantity. If you don’t have peaches, use something else. Just, um, don’t bother dusting it with icing sugar and sprinkling over lemon zest, because unless you have tons of it the zest just looks messy and the icing sugar absorbs into the surface but also looks dusty, and you’ll be all “but my food blog!” Luckily it tastes brilliant and also my teacups are cute enough to distract somewhat.
Hark! A new knitting project! It’s eventually going to be a very simple short-sleeved top. I’ve never knitted a garment or with two colours before, so it’s all very thrilling. As thrilling as an activity that involves sitting silently and barely moving can be, that is (hint: super damn thrilling.)
One month down, 2014 has already proven to be strange and fascinating and full of promise. Hopefully February will be even better. I, for one, am prepared.
(this was a conversation I had with Kate. I credit her with coining womanifest before my use of it here, and I credit myself with ordering a triple cheeseburger shortly after sending this txt.)
title from: Jeff the Brotherhood, Leave Me Out. Their scuzzy, gloomy sound suits me.
Tegan and Sara, Drove Me Wild. Well, it does.
Ja Rule and Ashanti, Always On Time. I can listen to early-2000s Ja Rule/Ashanti all day (also quite a lot of J to the L-O and Ja Rule) especially this, with its dreamy, rather timeless chorus.
next time: I don’t know why I have this next time bit! I never really know! I just want to entice you into coming back again! There, I said it.
8 thoughts on “pretty as a peach, she’s so out of reach”
Hi Laura – what you've made is a lemon posset, a classic English dessert; I shall be making your peachy bowl of goodness for pudding tonight 🙂 While I'm here, I want to say that I thoroughly enjoy your blog, & have done for quite a few years (!). In a sphere full of inane wittering & Donna Hay-cloned shots, yours is quite unique (great writing, loads of wit, good nosh) & a delight to read. Cheers, ears!
Lemon posset is one of my favourite go-to puddings. I love the idea of peaches with it.
I adore you. I am so happy that the bleak days are few and far between. I had a similar feeling recently — awful day, but golden-ness in the realisation that the last time I'd woken up feeling heavy, grey, hopeless and sunken was long ago. Loving you. Loving you! LOVING YOU LAURA!! xo
Looks like a cup of magic! Can't wait to try this one 🙂
And now I'm going to spend all day listening to Ja Rule. And dreaming about peach season. Thanks. 😛
I'm with you on the fabric shop thing, also the pud looks yum, x
posset sounds like possum, and that sounds like not quite appetizing. so i will stick with peaches and cream, which sounds delightfully 1950s and makes me want to wear my apron whilst whipping up a hearty meatloaf dinner for my fella who is outside washing the car and will soon be in need of his slippers and a stiff pre-dinner drink. the 50s just sound so lovable don't they? just a big ole car washing dreamboat of a time. there have to be more trademark things than car washing…. car driving?
Looks delicious! I'm loving all the summer fruit at the moment, wish it would stay abundant and cheap all year round.