We went back to Spain last week. I wanted to celebrate my birthday with my family and it was going to be my last chance to see my sister with the bump before she delivered the baby.
We stayed just a few days and were very busy trying to see everybody. I didn't spend too much time with my sister, although she supposed to be due on the 7th of November, she started to feel Braxton-Hicks contractions so she wasn't feeling too well, but at least we'd get to have dinner all together at my parents' for my birthday!
My father and my sister have to be very careful with their sugar intake, they don't need medication, just to be careful with what they eat so I decided to make this dark chocolate tart, Jamie Oliver's recipe, but with fructose instead of sugar.
At nine o'clock that evening, we got a phone call from my brother-in-law telling us that my sister's waters had broken and he would keep us updated! My first reaction was to get quite upset. I was convinced that she would be twenty hours in labor and I wouldn't get to see either my sister or the baby as we were getting our flight back the afternoon after.
After an hour or so we got another phone call. Things were moving forward so they were taking her to the delivery room. Well, we couldn't do anything else, you never know how long these things are going to be, so we started dinner. After all, my parents live five minutes from the hospital!
Baby Emma arrived at 23:45 that night, the fastest delivery in history and the same day as her auntie Irma! I like to think that she wanted to meet me before I returned to Edinburgh.
She's tiny, super cute and I'm very happy she was born on the same day as me!
Here you have the chocolate tart recipe. I had to freeze half of the base dough, use half of the quantities or make two tarts!
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Thursday, 6 October 2011
This month the lovely ladies from Film & Food have asked us to recreate a recipe that brings back childhood memories.
It hasn't been easy to choose just one. Fricandó (Catalan sort of stew), my Mom's rice, my Dad's fish stew, pasta... These were some of my favourite dishes. Any day we were having these dishes was a great one for me.
I've chosen escalope sandwiches because to me it tastes of holidays, trips, games and adventures. It's what my Mom used to prepare me for school trips.
I really enjoy eating it, but it has never been quite the same. The sandwich tasted nicer when I was little, maybe because I used to eat it outdoors or maybe because after a few hours "sweating" in my rucksack the flavours infused.
They weren't always made with llonguet rolls, but llonguets is a Catalan type of bread which is disappearing these days. When I was little you could find them everywhere and they were delicious!
Doing some research I found this recipe from Ma Petite Boulangerie, I made exactly what she says, she explains it very well and even has videos! Please, forgive me for not translating the whole bread making process. It's really hard work to keep up with the two blogs, the English and the Catalan one, but please, don't hesitate to contact me if you ever want to make llonguets, I'll email you all the details.
1 turkey breast fillet
1 egg whisked
Well, this part is easy. Some salt on the fillets, soak it in the egg, coat it with the bread crumbs and then pan fry until golden and cooked through. Eat with the rolls.