8 July 2012

About Not Being Generous & A Cherry Clafoutis

Jæren has been very sunny and summer-like lately, and for once the good weather has decided to stick around for my first day off since I returned home last Wednesday. I could sleep until eight o'clock this morning, and after a four-hour walk in the hills I bought a brimming basketful of organic cherries. Days off really doesn't get any better than this. It was a downright gorgeous day all around, especially with the basketful of cherries.

But a girl can't keep a basketful of cherries all to herself, now, can she? No siree. Not now that I've decided to be a more generous person. Until recently, you see, I was like Scrooge McDuck, making sure every cent, nickel and dime of mine were in place, only to be used on myself. It was an awful attitude. Truth is, I've never really been very good at being generous, sharing, being pleasant. Giving. My sister has always been much better at these sorts of things – she loves giving gifts, and she definitely loves receiving gifts. Because she was so much older than I, and living in a dorm in another city, most of my childhood memories with her revolves around gift-giving and receiving. She'd never come home empty handed :-)

But me, I was always too restless, too greedy, too shy, too proud. I can think of several instances, too, in which a not-too-close-friend (ie. a classmate) asked to exchange Christmas gifts: I shook my head haughtily and refused, reminding my surprised classmate that exchanging gifts would simply be too expensive. For some reason or another, my friends never left me; nor did they fill my sleeping bag with frogs (which I never did either... well, not to friends anyhow). Rather, my best friend M. guided me along the path of generosity by setting a good example, and now I even enjoy giving. In fact, I do try to give things away whenever I can, though not without the odd bump along the road.

When I was in Russia, for instance, I made an effort of not only getting to know our cabin neighbours on the Trans-Siberian train, but sharing our wafer biscuits with them too. And then, one day, on a train platform somewhere between Mongolia and China, I made the first move, and offered our latest cabin neighbours (well, wagon neighbours anyway), two Brazilians, some Mongolian chocolate. I was not shy! So generous! So normal! Okay, okay, Mongolian chocolate is not the same as a box of Belgian truffles or the finest French champagne, but it's the only thing I had. And to top it all, I let M. eat a quarter of my BBQ snake in Beijing, which made me feel slaphappy and careless, as if I was hiding some racy lingerie under my clothes.

Ever since then, my not-so-enormous accomplishments have been followed by many more, like this cherry clafoutis I made for my dad today. The perfect dessert for a late summer dinner. The following recipe makes one large tart of this wonder, though I feel I should mention I cut the recipe in half and poured the batter into three ramekins instead. Much more simple.

Clafoutis aux cerises express {Easy Cherry Clafoutis}
Recipe taken from here

700 g. (1 ½ lb.) fresh cherries, rinsed, pitted and halved
2 eggs + 2 egg yolks
100 g. (3/4 cup) flour
100 g. (½ cup) brown sugar
250 ml. (1 cup) whole milk
60 g. (
½ cup) butter, melted
A pinch of salt

1 tsp. vanilla extract

1.Preheat oven to 200
°C (392°F). Butter a 20-25 cm. (7.8 - 9.8 inch) pie dish with melted butter, and set aside.

2.Meanwhile, whisk the eggs, egg yolks, brown sugar and salt together in a bowl. Add the vanilla extract and flour, and blend well until you're left with a thick and creamy batter. Pour all the liquids into the batter, mix, and add the halved cherries. Bake for about 45 minutes.

1 comment (s):

M said...

thank you so much for the snake. it was delicious! ^^
og kjempesøt liten goodfeel post :)

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