After the sadness of the apricots in vodka hitting the dust (moral of the story: eat first ask questions later) I was really hankering for some soft fruit of my own.
I had the full weekend off and wanted to do what normal people do on a Sunday. I got up late, invested in a paper, some eggs, soldiers and a glass of milk. That accomplished I set to work on the recipes in the paper. Peach pie? Thanks Nige.
It was fairly simple although really couldn't have made more mess. Made the pastry with grated lemon zest in it, layered the peaches inside with a kitchen bomb of cornflour and grated orange zest then tucked it in with some more pastry snugly on top. Half cooked it to take to Chazney's for roof top dinner. Can safely say I was the sweetest smelling on the bus. Although probs the most spilly!
Once at Chazzy's we piled onto the rooftop along with an assortment of delicious cheesy stuffed roasted peppers, potato salade not a la fran, houmous and toz n moz salad. Unfort the benches had been taken away but we constructed an oh so moderne wine bar with some driftwood on a very high plant pot. Whoops can't see Chaz.
We then fully sated ourselves with generous helpings of pie with dollops of mascarpone cheese.
Oh what a peach of a day! p.s i don't know why the first two paragraphs have underlined themselves.
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