Looks good doesn't it? Well, looks can be deceiving. My mission: to create a spongy, light, melt-in-the-mouth bakewell tart for the 'farewell feast' before Dadda Boo leaves us for a business trip. I followed Jamie's instructions diligently, the pastry base frozen for one hour then baked blind prior to the the addition of the frangipane (what a delicious word) filling mixture. Bake. Allow to cool. It looked great, it smelled great. Upon delving below the golden surface, however, things are different, its sludgy, sloppy, sickly and greasy beyond measure. It's pleasurable to eat for about as long as its pleasurable to eat uncooked frangipane mixture, which isn't all that long.
Dadda Boo arrives home from work later with a bag of bananas which are just on the right side of edibility, a result of over-supply at the office.
Now I love bananas, and I hate to see food go to waste, so I go to work. Perhaps raising a few muffins can heal my broken cuisinery heart? Boo and I cook muffins all the time, so I'm on safe ground here and I whip up a loaf and a round of muffins quicker than you can say baking soda, only to be foiled by running out of ingredients for a second round.
They're simple, but it's so satisfying to watch the little dough mounds rise and brown. Only 5 bananas used though, so the race is on tomorrow to shop and mix up other banana delights, cake, more muffins... any ideas? My freezer will be stuffed with enough baked banana products to see us through the winter. I will try the Bakewell again, but in the meantime find me skulking at the back of Jamie's remedial baking class questioning where it all went wrong.
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