WE HAVE ESCAPED!
Yes we really have. We have run away from London to the French Alps and our mountain home. Just in the nick of time too as other escapees in the form of number one daughter and family arrived the following day. They might have beaten us to it, except that two of the kids passports were stuck in the back log, caused by COVID and the need for them to be BLUE !
Eleven hours door to door, an early morning trip along embankment, Blackwell Tunnel , to another tunnel. Le Tunnel sous La Manche! Forty Five minutes later one finds oneself on almost deserted autoroutes. Such an easy drive, facilitated by having a tag to get through the gare de péage ( toll). Sharing the driving was easy and time flew by listening to Mary Trumps book. Not a great read, but good to listen to, what a dysfunctional family, but she does have an axe to grind!
Thank heavens we only have a midges didge of garden as what there is, seriously needs attending to. Use of a saw, springs to mind, maybe we can put grandkids to work! Now there’s a thought !
When in France I tend to play in the kitchen so, today it is ice lollies for said grandkids and homemade Halloumi. This is the first time that I have tried to make it, I saw that a friend had made it a few weeks ago and I asked her for instructions. First attempt, not been successful, more like cottage cheese rather than Halloumi, but will give it another go.
Last night, I decided that I needed to use two avocados, that were sitting in the fruit bowl. What could I use them for, I pondered, and inspiration came to me, Avocado and Coconut Ice Cream. So easy to make, better if one has an ice cream machine but it doesn’t matter if not.
For servings 6+
- 1cup thick cream
- 1cup coconut cream
- 1cup coconut milk
- 2 avocados
- 1/2fine white sugar (caster)
- Juice half lemon
- Toasted coconut flakes or almonds to garnish.
By Cup, I mean the American measurement, but for this recipe it doesn’t matter as long as the cup you use is the same for all of the ingredients.
Very simply, put all into a food processor and process until a beautiful mush, tip into a container and freeze. It is best to give it a stir now and again during freezing to break up the ice crystals. 
Very easy, no eggs, no special equipment ( apart from a freezer). A marriage made in heaven ? Well almost!
And then today, I though of another easy ice cream to make, and this time even better without an ice cream machine.
Raspberry Ripple.
To make this you will need, equal quantities of double cream and cooked condensed milk. For those of you who don’t know, the famous or infamous Banofee Pie is based on Cooked condensed milk.
This is done very simply by filling a deep medium saucepan with water. Bring to the boil. Carefully place the can in the saucepan, ensuring there’s enough water to completely cover the can at all times, topping up water frequently throughout the cooking process. Simmer, uncovered for 3 hours.
Leave to get cold before using and can be stored for AGES in the pantry.
Simply, whipp the cream until stiff, add the cooked condensed milk and mix well. Place into a container in the freezer. After a couple of hours give it a stir. Meanwhile purée some frozen defrosted raspberries, drain to remove the pips, sweeten with some powdered sweetener and keep in the refrigerator until ready to use.
When the ice cream is beginning to get stiff, stir in some of the raspberry purée, mix in roughly, return to freezer. Repeat again and then again just before serving.
This ice cream is good to look at , has the sweetness of raspberries and hidden little crunchy bits of caramel from the cooked condensed milk!
I wonder what history will say about the Pandemic after (if) a vaccine has been found and life returns to albeit maybe a different form of normality . Hats off to all the companies and individuals who have been more than creative by setting up online, delivery companies, from fish and meat to fruit and vegetables, to cakes and pastries, and well to almost anything. Of course Amazon has benefitted greatly from all of the online purchases, but I am thinking more of the small people who have needed to make a living, and have been innovative indeed, to young Sophie who has turned her chefs training to making sourdough bread and wonderful macaroons, to all of the restaurants who have continued cooking and now do home delivery. In the words of an old saying, The Butcher, The Baker and the Candlestick Maker.

On a slightly different note a lovely visit to Kew Gardens on Friday, and with the restrictions on numbers was just lovely. Here is a photo of my Finchley crew in the Hive !
Although things like hairdressers and nail salons, restaurants and bars, and soon gyms and out door pools, are opening, (but don’t do the butterfly, too many viruses will leap around as well) and men can get their beard trimmed but women can’t get their eyebrows sorted! All done with a snap of fingers and Boris seems to think it all a bit funny, having a giggle at beauty parlours! But Hey Ho, I’m not going any where, any time soon.




We have once again a well stocked refrigerator, thanks to my new best friends at Watts Farm. Being a Kentish girl and a Maid of Kent ( depending on which side of the River Medway is your birthplace) I am very keen on Kentish produce, especially at this time of year. Fresh green asparagus strawberries, raspberries and don’t forget the cherries.




We can Travel Yeah! We are allowed to go to all sorts of places, not the USA ( as we won’t let them in , but not sure I want to go there at the moment anyway). Oh,we are allowed to go to New Zealand, but there is a catch, they won’t let anyone in ! A long way to go only to be turned around!


As for the rest, the Totopos, were like blue cardboard, the Ceviche was OK, the grilled corn broth, seriously short changed here, as I had to add bouillon to make three small servings.

Apparently it is 100 days since we began our incarceration! Makes me think of people in prison, for whatever reason. What do they do,what do they think? Although we were in strict Lockdown for what 10 weeks, 12 weeks, it is at the point where I don’t really remember. Waking up, thinking “What day is it”. But can you imagine, being in a situation where it doesn’t matter what day it is, I just can’t. At least despite having our freedom severely curtailed, we could buy groceries, wine, beer, in fact we could buy almost everything we wanted/ needed and more.










This week has been amazingly beautiful, wall to wall Sunshine ( well in London at least) not set to last of course, but wonderful whilst it lasts. The plants on my terrace have never been so beautiful, Oleander in Bloom, Hydrangeas in Bloom along with Geraniums, and others the names of which I haven’t a clue! Normally, we have white fly, loving the new tender shoots on all the Bay Trees, but this year, Ants in love with likewise the new leaves on the Holly bushes! A constant battle. Yesterday I googled, Ants and came up with, Bicarbonate of Soda mixed with icing sugar. The Ants apparently have a sweet tooth and love the icing sugar, and the bicarbonate will readily despatch them to Ant Heaven. Then along with diluted washing up liquid will do the same to those hiding in the bushes. I wait for the results.













Tempus, Fugit, again, week Thirteen midway through June, almost at Mid Summers day. I absolutely love this time of year, light evenings, ( though I have to say not really appreciating them this year) but the mornings! Light at 4 am, light and then sunshine streaming in, just wonderful.
