The Triduum and Easter Sunday came and went in a flash.
Exhausting and wonderful on so many levels. Spiritually...Socially.
Exhausting and wonderful on so many levels. Spiritually...Socially.
Then there was the food. Such food.
But they were still quite edible (if you're not afraid of a little undercooked egg, and I'm not. Is that a bad example to set for children? Oops. Well I've licked beaters all my life and I am still living.) More to the point, they were tasty judging by the empty burnt wrappers I cleaned up later. We used the ugly ones as taste-testers, and shared around the unburnt muffins for the little girls to decorate. I was quite impressed with the general acceptance of this classic baking calamity and of its consequences. A batch of true up and coming bakers in the works.
Another small sampling of the Easter enterprises in my kitchen this year, which we came home to late Saturday night and enjoyed for several subsequent breakfasts as well...
Raspberry Chocolate Almond Crostata, with an imperceptibly gluten-free pastry. |
Raspberries are fruit I do love best with rich, dark chocolate. Add almond into the mix, and I am even more convinced. Cradled in perfect pastry and dolloped in whipped cream? Words fail me.
I got the idea and made the filling using a simple Pillsbury recipe, then did my own GF crust, which was inspired by Julie's recipe from "Mennonite Girls can Cook".
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