
Again, because I promised and Megan agreed, we have a couple recipes from the baby shower. Meg (above holding gorgeous daughter Genevieve - aka Gigi) is guest blogging today about a bit of the
shower menu she treated us to a few weeks back. You may remember her from the Pavlova recipe I went on and on about
here. Thanks, Megan.
Petits pots au chocolat with the most refreshing flavored water in the background.
Putting the finishing touches on the fig crostinis.
In Megan's words:We gathered on a sweltering hot summer’s day, 13 old (not old but you know what I mean) friends from high school, in the backyard of my parents' house in the Los Gatos foothills to celebrate the impending birth of a son to our dear friend Marla. I have known her since we were about 6 years old. As soon as I heard she was pregnant after a long difficult period of “trying to conceive”, I knew I had to be the one to host her shower.
Actually because I live in New Zealand and the logistics of planning a shower during my family holiday to California would be challenging (especially with 2 young children), the girls all rallied around and took on specific duties to get the party plans sorted. Estelle, of course, with her eye for detail took charge of the décor, favors, keepsakes and general ambiance. Mel was the master flower arranger. As a chef, I took pleasure in creating a menu that would delight the guest of honor.
My first thought was that I must include something from my new homeland. Ah… honeycomb, the most sweet, floral and aromatic goodness that has ever been created by nature. Just down the road from where I work is an old woman with a heap of hives that produce the most beautiful amber colored honeycomb. Immediately, I thought back to last summer’s visit to
Napa with the girls when we devoured a truffle goat’s cheese spread on walnut bread and topped with honeycomb. This summer’s version included perfectly ripe purple figs from Whole Foods, a simple fresh French goats cheese, Carran Road honeycomb all assembled just so on crunchy salty baked crostini.
Estelle suggested using her cute little demitasse cups for something, so petits pots au chocolat was the first thing on our minds. Any excuse to have some form of dark chocolate, right? Is it even ok for pregnant ladies to have super dark caffeine loaded chocolate? This recipe proved not to be for the faint hearted…..so thick, rich, velvety and decadent. I used a mixture of 70% and 90% cocoa chocolate and topped them with lashings of lightly whipped unsweetened cream.
Petits pots au chocolat
Serves 4
Ingredients
• 284ml carton single cream
• 100g dark chocolate (at least 70% solids), roughly chopped
• 2 egg yolks
• 1 tbsp caster sugar
• ½ tsp vanilla extract
• Heat the oven to 140C/285F. Heat the cream until almost boiling, then take off the heat. Stir the chocolate into the cream until it melts.
• Beat the egg yolks, sugar and vanilla extract in a bowl, then pour over the chocolate cream, mixing well. Taste and add a little more sugar if it isn't sweet enough for you. Pour the mixture through a sieve into a jug. Divide the mixture between 4 small heatproof glasses, ramekins or espresso cups and put them in a deep ovenproof dish. Pour enough boiling water into the dish to come halfway up the sides of the glasses. Carefully lift into the oven and cook for 1 hour.
• Remove from the bain-marie, cool then chill for at least 3 hours and up to 3 days. Serve as they are or with a little whipped cream piped on to the top.
To wash down our feast and to keep the heat at bay, we served a cucumber limeade. I made a simple syrup by pouring about a cup of boiling water onto ½ cup of sugar. I also chucked in some freshly picked lavender flowers. Once it was cool I strained the syrup and added a splash of it to a pitcher of water, about a half cup of freshly squeezed lime juice, 10 slices of cucumber and loads of ice. We must’ve drunk 5 pitchers of this throughout the day, it was seriously refreshing. As was the abundance of champagne and white wine that was also consumed!
The
shower was a success and ended with all the girls gathered around the edge of the swimming pool with our feet cooling off in the water, reminiscing about high school days. Not a single person had really changed that much in looks or in personality. It was just like old times.