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Nutella and Banana Baklava

Nutella, banana, baklava, phyllo, pastry, recipeWhat these Banana and Nutella Baklava lack in sophistication they make up for in joy. The little fellas are so delicious and so easy to make that I have chosen to overlook the ugliness of the photos and share this post anyway.

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Honey Roasted Apple, Blue Cheese, Walnut and Thyme Tartlets

apple, blye cheese thyme tart

The success of this tart, much like a successful living in general, will depend almost entirely on the quality of your cheese and the sweetness of your apples.

Very much unlike life, however, the baking of this tart is a simple endeavour and perfectly suited to the lazy and the cowardly.

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Sweet Lemon and Basil Tart

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Summer is over in Cape Town and that is, in my opinion, very good news. Most things (and especially people) are best not viewed in bright conditions. There is just far too much light around in summer to maintain the illusion that you are attractive and the fantasy that the rest of the world it too. It is with great relief that I welcome the dimming effects of autumn and the general improvement it brings to the experience of looking around (and in the mirror).

This tart, however, speaks well of summer. Brightness, while best avoided as a quality of light, is just what I like in flavours (and what flavour could be brighter than lemon). Some of you might be alarmed by the addition of the basil to a lemon tart. It is, I suppose, an initially disturbing thought. But be assured, skittish baker, that there is nothing pesto-like about this.  The basil is a sublte addition and adds a fragant pepperiness that rounds off the lemon to create a layered and exciting experience.  Just think of the admiration you will cultivate in your tasters for being so very sophisticated.

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Apple, Caramelised Onion and Brie Tart (with beetroot pastry).

recipe: beetroot pastryA decent menu is always a source of anxiety. To be forced to select one dish and neglect all the others can be a torment. This tart is well suited for those whom, understandably, find themselves indecisive around food: it sits in that magical sweet spot between sweet and savoury, saving you the agonies of at least one decision by generously satisfing both appetites at once. For those with firmer opinions on just what it is they want to eat, the tart can be made more savoury by skimming back on the apple and adding a little potato and crisp pancetta. I would not attempt to make this tart more distinctively sweet. The caramelised onion is essential to it and an onion in a sweet is just unpermissable in any circumstances.  Your sweet tooth will be far better served by another recipe.

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Baking: an act of heroism for the timid.

I am a terrible glutton- greedy through and through- and so it is natural that I should love baking. I am not merely a glutton for treats mind you, but a glutton for praise and attention too. It is equally delicious to parade my wares in front of others as it is to eat them. And when you parade them in front of the best sort of people (fellow gluttons) you can get a reception that is nothing short of a hero’s welcome. Some of the finest moments of my life, so far, have consisted in me marching proudly around a coffee-tables displaying what I have been up to in the kitchen.

The skill of being able to make a cake out of, say, a jar of Nutella and few bits and pieces, is a skill that can mask all kinds of character flaws. It must be: all kinds of discerning and lovely people like me despite my many affectations, prejudices and vanity- despite, even, my propensity to march proudly around coffee- tables loudly declaring my own baked goods to be “a triumph”.

Just the kind of thing that I am likley to declare a triumph.

Just the kind of thing that I am likely to declare a triumph.

Being a glutton, I would have loved baking regardless, but there are all kinds of excellent reasons to love baking on top of this. I hope to explore all of them in time. Here is one: The endeavour to bake something is always an act of bravery. Baking takes courage. Now, let’s not get carried away. There are far more courageous things to do than bake a cake and baking is at best a small act of bravery. But most of us, and most certainly me, have compact lives of just the right scale for small acts of bravery to matter.

All kinds of things can go wrong when you bake. You walk a fine line. The laws of chemistry and physics are not forgiving: and even the slightest moment of negligence can leave you sobbing woefully into a unsalvageable mass of ingredients .

“No one will love me today- I have overworked the pastry.”

Baking is not cooking- which, as far as I can tell, is a matter of indiscriminately chopping all manner of things and slopping them about in some hot liquids until they change colour. When you bake you have a rare opportunity to really make something- to transform things (and all from the comfort of your kitchen), but it can go very wrong. Putting your apron on in preparation for an afternoon’s baking is to open yourself up to failure, to invite difficulty into your Saturday afternoon. Worse, if you do fail somebody is likely to know about it. Those gathered in your lounge with empty plates and full tea-cups will act as if it doesn’t matter but you know, oh you know, that their esteem for you is slightly diminished (your flaws are starting to show) and, of course, you will miss your hero’s welcome to the coffee table.

Most of my recreational life is passive and comfortable. Baking is my chance to be just a teensy bit of a hero (a hero of the coffee- table) and for a glutton such as myself what could be more delightful.

Brave little soldiers line up to form an army of delight.

Brave little soldiers lined up to form an army of delight.