Like water, the holidays have slipped through my fingers, only leaving behind the rivulets of moisture that are sure to either run off or evaporate in this heat. It's been a fast, fleet-footed week I've had, and one that I feel (demand, if I could) ought to be longer. This week, it has evanescence, fled the clocks and left behind only a date on calendars.
I don't know how many times I'm going to repeat this, but really, one measly week? One measly week is all you give us? Pssshaw. (I've been dying to put that in word form. Psshaw. Psshaw. Pssssshaw.)
Still, I've managed to accomplish some things, albeit the short span of five days. I've baked, read, cooked and consumed copious quantities of noodle bowls, gone out walking, gone out to Ikea (and returned with ideas for a new project), and most of all, watched movies.
Now, I'm not too sure why I like movies so much. I watch them like I used to read books - with an eagerness that it could be mistaken for addiction. I don't know why I like seeing people and animated characters talk and walk enscreen. I don't know why I like watching chick flicks where a group of ladies plot against a man. I don't know why I like clutching a cushion in a death embrace as I stare at the screen, wide-eyed as the main protagonists struggle against the ropes that bind them. Really, I don't.
Yesterday's show was a good one. It was one that made be clench my teeth as I struggled to contain my reddening nose. I seldom (never, really) cry at films, because, what is there to cry about? It's just a movie, for god's sake, pull yourself together woman.
But this movie, this movie was real. It was real in the sense that it was a true story, one that made be chortle, chuckle and (nearly) cry. It was a movie with flashbacks interspersed with what happened sixty-years later. It was Saving Mr Banks.
Have you watched it? You must.
And I did say that I baked this week too. I baked breakfast and tea, and had tea whilst perched on the couch watching my movie. I believe in indulging myself in two of my preferred tasks simultaneously, you see. Anyhoo, here's cake. Here's cake that's much like boxed yellow-cake mix, but homemade, because where's the fun in pre-packaged mixes? My cake batter, as evidenced below, slipped through the cracks between my peaches. Still, it was good to eat - cake, with the sweetly moisturised texture of peaches, creamy and fruity, with some almonds which works in harmony with peaches and pomegranate for some texture (as well as to use up the 3 pomegranates in the fridge).
Upside-Down Peach & Almond Cake and Pomegranate Arils
Makes 1 x 21cm cake
3/4 c all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/3 c sugar
1/4 tsp salt
3 tbsp. oil
2 tbsp. milk
2 tbsp. silvered almonds
2 tbsp. pomegranate arils
1. Preheat oven to 180c.
2. In a bowl, sift flour, baking powder, sugar and salt.
3. Pour in oil, milk and eggs. Whisk until a smooth, custard-yellow batter is formed.
4. Sprinkle almond silvers over a 21-cm greased cake pan.
5. Slice the peach thinly and layer over the almond silvers evenly.
6. Pour batter over peaches and smooth before baking it for 35 mins.
7. Remove, let cool for ten minutes before topping with pomegranate arils. Serve and enjoy.
- to be continued -