The Ashes at the Gabba is a HUGE deal and the preparation for the “catering” our group organises for each day is taken extremely seriously. Limes cut for the drinks. Nibblies for elevenses and threesies. Salads and/or rolls for lunch. It’s serious Masterchef picnicking stuff.
Tonight’s effort (guinea pigging work mates tomorrow) is a roasted pumpkin and feta pastry.
How it goes:
Thaw 2-3 pieces of puff pastry.
Oven to 180-200 Celsius.
Slice and dice the pumpkin (I used a half of one) and spread it on an oiled (or baking paper lined) tray. Season it with the herbs and spices of your choice. I love harissa flavourings – but turmeric and garlic go well also. Whatever you like really. Roast for 20 minutes and then get it out to cool a bit.
Whisk up three eggs and 100mls each of light sour cream and milk (you could also use cream if you’re feeling decadent).
Oil two muffin trays. Slice each pastry sheet into 9 squares (for a big muffin tray) or 16 squares (for a small muffin tray) and line each with a square of pastry. (I got 12 large and 24 small out of this recipe). ** Don’t forget to oil the tray!! These suckers are difficult to get back out.
Fill each pastry with some spiced pumpkin. Spoon the egg mix over each. Don’t overfill. Crumble some feta over the top. I used a whole packet (250g).
These go into the oven for another 20 minutes or until golden. Let them cool in the tray before getting out onto a wire rack to finish cooling. Because the egg mixture ran over a bit, I ended up using a cake tester to loosen the edges of each to get them out of the pan.
I am devastated that we are seeing the end of an era in Indian cricket. So many world class players seem to have lost their edge on this summer tour. They were beaten badly in England and today they lost the series 3-0 against Australia at the WACA.
But my heart goes out for Tendulkar. Such a lot has been made of his “destiny” to score his 100th century and he hasn’t come close. I hope he gets it in Adelaide – the last test match here. He’s such a glorious batsman to watch when he plays and we haven’t seen him for any length of time, except in the slips. And that is a crying shame.