Every Christmas we are given a Panettone by our neighbours. It usually arrives around the 4th January. It sits on the kitchen shelf looking lonely and a little unloved, knowing that it has gone from fabulous Italian bowed gift to being just another unwanted Panettone. We always put it to good use – bread and butter pudding is amazing when made with this fruity loaf and it’s also delicious toasted with a bit of butter for breakfast – but it has become the sign that Christmas is over and that the regifting has begun.
There’s nothing wrong with re-gifting. In fact, it’s much better to recycle any unwanted or replicated gifts than to hide them away and let them gather dust. And I know that Id be much happier thinking that gifts I’d bought had eventually ended up in a good home even if it wasn’t with the intended recipient. But not everything is ripe for a re-gift so you have to be careful and only pass on those things which are either edible or easy to remember / replace if needed.
Books, like Panettone, are always good to recycle and pass on. If you receive a book you’ve already read and enjoyed, it would be madness not to share the delight. My husband was given the same book by 3 different people this year, a book he was also given on his birthday last year. Luckily he’d given away his original copy already so he’s now managed to replace that for himself and stock up on presents for like minded friends. Chocolates are a good gift to pass on too….if you have simply too many, rest assured there’s someone out there who will happily take them off your hands. Or you can freeze them, something we did last year, we had lots of little bags of ice hard chocolates which we’d melt down for various recipes or occassions.
There’s simply no point having more than one of the same thing. No one wants that. Neither does anyone want to ask for the receipt in order to make an exchange. Regifting and recycling is the only way forward. It’s the right thing to do. So pass the Panettone and get on with the New Year.
Recipe for Panettone Pudding from Good Food Magazine :
- 50g butter , softened (optional)
- 250g panettone (about 5 medium slices)
- 2 eggs
- 142ml carton double cream
- 225ml milk
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 2 tbsp caster sugar
- icing sugar , for sprinkling
- Preheat the oven to 160C/gas 3/fan 140C and grease a 850ml/1½ pint shallow baking dish with a little butter. Cut the panettone into wedges, leaving the crusts on. Butter the slices lightly with the rest of the butter. Cut the slices in half and arrange them in the dish, buttered side up.
- In a bowl, whisk together the eggs, cream, milk, vanilla extract and sugar and pour evenly over the panettone.
- Put the dish in a roasting tin and pour hot water around it to a depth of about 2.5cm/1in. Bake for 35 minutes until the pudding is just set – it should be yellow inside and nicely browned on top. Dust with icing sugar and serve.
I know profiteroles are dreadfully 1985, but I rather like them — a toothsomely flaky crunch of pastry holding some creamy concoction, all drizzled with spun sugar or chocolate syrup or flaked almonds. I’ve never had a problem with them; the directions are simple enough. I even made them for my Home Economics GCSE, which was otherwise sabotaged by the teacher’s provision of a block of frozen spinach over fresh (I had stupidly forgotten to specify — but I didn’t know at the time you could even get it frozen, so naïve was I).
So I decided to make éclairs for my future in-laws when visiting them the other weekend. I am on a programme of trying to win them over with the regular application of home-cooking, either at their house or sent in parcels back with my beloved. They liked the lemon curd, the jams, the madelines, the two flavors of gelato, the blueberry pancakes, the acorn squash soup and the coq-au-vin. In the oven they went, all nicely piped out in 4-inch tubes of smooth paste on a moistened baking sheet.
And out they came: exactly the same, only flatter and more solid and ever so slightly more golden. I only averted disaster by inventing a dessert called “whipped ganache sandwiches” whose architecture you can imagine for yourselves. Especially as I didn’t honor them with a snapshot.
I do not take failure well, especially in the kitchen, so this weekend I was determined to salvage my reputation by making a big batch of profiteroles for some houseguests. The lovely golfball-sized nuts of glossy dough went into the oven……and out they came, just as they went in, only as leaden versions of what youthful promise they had going in. I didn’t even try to rescue them, so in the bin they went.
Have I fallen afoul of some pastry gods somewhere? Have I not made the right sacrifices with the right things at the right time? Is there a hush-hush choux curse known among patissiers of which I am unaware? Are the atmospheric and astrological conditions not right? (Note how ready I am to blame the cosmos) — or is it just me? Have I lost my touch? I am at a loss, waiting for the next choux to drop.
My pâte brisée remains, thankfully, unscathed by demonic influence, so it’s quiche tonight. Go on, ‘gis a quiche. Come to think of it, maybe it’s the puns.
Absolutely Nothing To Drink : Yumchaa by Mel Moss
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Something has been bothering me for some time and it seems this is as good a place as any to share it.
What is the correct term of endearment to use when writing an email to a friend or wishing them a Happy Birthday on Facebook or sending a greeting via SMS? Or should they just be scrapped all together? There are all kinds of words being used in place of names, words such as Lovely and Honey and Darling and Beautiful and Gorgeous and Mate and Bro. And that’s just the very start of it…..I’ve been called Poppet quite a bit recently, which I secretly rather like, and I’ve found myself using Sweetheart a little too often. Even as I’m writing the word, I have a weird feeling that some other, friendlier, more touchy feely person has momentarily taken over my hand and mind. Yet I still do it.
I remember – about 15 years ago – cringing when anyone called me Babe. It was just about the worst thing you could call a person, or maybe it was just me. And now, it’s thrown around (I do it too) left right and centre and no one bats an eyelid, including me! I actually don’t mind it and I like Baby even more. Very odd.
So will we ever go back to just using each others names or will it carry on being a bit of a competition of who can think of the most original and most endearing term. Maybe it’s something we’ll grow out of. Who knows. But what I do know is that it’s beginning to confuse me so I may just have to stick to one single greeting which can become mine. And I think my word shall be……Dangleberry. It’s got a nice ring to it and feels friendly without being overly gushing.
Wikipedia have a useful guide to Terms Of Endearment, I’m pleased to see it’s been bothering them too.
It’s been quite a crafty sort of week on Absolutely Nothing. We’ve made pom poms, grown tomatoes, made soup, continued our love of peonies and claimed a little space at the top of the house from where I will be bringing you even more of Absolutely Nothing.
Absolutely Nothing To Grow : I say tomato…. by Micki Myers
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Absolutely Nothing To Smile About : Pink flowers everywhere by David Loftus
Absolutely Nothing To Make : Peony pom poms by Samantha Taylor
Absolutely Nothing To Cook : Some Summery soups by Mel Moss
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