Mundanity is not a simple task. Embracing feminism, She is expected to also have a degree in household management accompanying to her MBAs. She is seen as an equal and serviceable asset; Money making - juggling the five days, eight to ten, twelve hours work day. And also to play the role society subliminally assigns them year after year; dreadful household chores, errands and groceries shopping. She must also look fabulous; gym commitments, beauty regime, social endeavors (minus social if you already had a child). Everyday is sleep deprivation, grumpy, grouchy, ugly. Ah! Then the weekends, which is basically as energy draining, doing what was not done during the week leaving you peevish to welcome Monday. I reckon you all feel the same at one point or another.
At home, as pre-requisites, she is expect to be a household deity, claiming the domestic goddess title. She is expected to cook delicious food at dinners parties. She must love to entertain, please and enjoys hearing compliments about her awesomeness around the meal. All in all, still looking posed, glamorous and sexy in that little fashionable apron. This is a tall order and mostly nowadays she'll resort to cheat, pick up the phone and order take outs.
"Impression" is what matters. Imagine, if you own a set of Le Cruesets cookware, pretty kitchenware and seasoned bakeware, displaying in the kitchen, cookbooks on the coffee table. You will naturally elevate to the domestic goddess status, having the impression that you should be a good cook to own such a collection. Frankly, you don't need to know 101 recipes but giving the right impressions matter. Throwing dinner parties is somewhat similar. Some dishes call for a crowd and these are the dishes that she should be cooking. Dishes that call for an occasion, all out to impress. Or make occasions out of these dishes instead of waiting for the right ones to just come along. After all, you just need to know a few to pull it off. Invite different groups of friends. Words will spread because they will be envious. "I wish my girlfriend can cook like this." Smitten grin!
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine had us over for dinner. I taught her apple tarts at her place (we found out how to use her oven which she never used). A very quick, very easy dessert that also happens to yield impressive results. Serve with good vanilla ice cream.
Today, she called me asking for the apple tart recipe because she's inviting friends over for dinner this weekend. I couldn't be happier- she's one step closer to goddess status.
2 sheets package puff pastry, defrosted sliced half.
3 large or 4 medium apples
½ cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, cold, cut into small bits
Spice: Cinnamon powder (optional)
Glaze: Apricot Jam or Salted Caramel Sauce (recipe here)
Pre heat your oven to 180°C. Line baking sheet with parchment paper. Place pastry rectangle on baking sheet. Pierce bottom of pastry with a fork.
Peel, core and thinly slice apples. Toss apple slices with sugar (cinnamon powder is optional). Arrange overlapping in a single layer on tart bottom. Lightly brush pastry edge with beaten egg. Dot butter cubes over the apples.
Bake 25 to 30 minutes until pastry is puffed and golden, and apples are tender. Remove to serving platter. Finally, brush on some melted apricot jam or salted caramel. Serve warm or at room temperature.
Note: Puffed pastry is a magical substance—it looks like nothing in the package, but bakes into a puffy, golden, textural substance that make the perfect crust for tarts.
Till next post, ss.
Labels: apple tarts, cinnamon, Dessert, puff pastry, recipe, Salted Caramel