A few weeks ago I bumped into a friend on my way home from work (Hi Sam!), and when he asked me how the blog was going, I was forced to admit (out loud) that I had dropped the ball. I quickly followed it up with the declaration of going home and writing something that night. I fully intended to do just that, but then I got distracted looking for houses online and cross-referencing the postcodes with the distance from Conor’s workplace, and holding a box of frozen berries at a 57 degree angle against the portable heater so they would deforst quick. Sidenote: if you’re trying to sell your house and your pictures are a) too dark, b) show your dirty laundry lying about, or c) only of the exterior, then there is a 100% chance I will close my browser.
Since my last post I’ve been wedding planning like a bwass. We’ve set a date (August 8), booked our venues, bought my dresses (ugh), hired a photographer, and convinced a friend (Hi Ismail!) to design our invites. When I sent Conor a screenshot of our registrars confirmation and he replied with “planning is so easy”, I wanted to punch him. But then sat in a coffee shop a couple weeks later, I found myself repeating the very same words. I like ticking boxes, and with a scientific background it’s just in my nature to enjoy planning and research just a little bit. We got this.
I’m still stress drinking fizzy pop, and with strict orders to increase my intake of red meat, something we rarely have at home, I’ve taken to visiting my local kebab shop 3 times a week after work. I don’t even like red meat, and with two dresses to fit into it all seems counterproductive. Conor is drinking too many vanilla lattes, and eating a lot of almond croissants. But he won’t be the one wearing a corset.
If I ask Saira for baking suggestions, at the top of her list will most definitely be lemon bars. Followed by sticky toffee pudding, and frosting. And while I can appreciate a good lemon bar, I don’t share her adoration for them. Way back in July I claimed I had a kick-ass recipe, because when life gives me lemons, I make lemon bars I like, for the little sister I love. Although she would argue I don’t love her because we fought over a bag of popcorn yesterday, and I don’t buy her enough toy ponies.
- For the crust:
- 220g self raising flour
- 75g icing sugar
- 30g cornstarch
- 170g unsalted butter
- For the filling:
- 4 large eggs
- 250g caster sugar
- 3 tbsp self raising flour
- 2 tsp lemon zest
- 140ml lemon juice
- 70ml milk
- Preheat oven to 180C/350F/Gas mark 4
- For the crust: Sift together the flour and sugar. Stir in the cornstarch. Add the butter and work the mixture into a dough-like consistency. Press the crust into a 2-litre oven proof dish and bake for 20 mins, or until golden brown. Once baked, allow to cool.
- For the filling: Whisk together the eggs, sugar, and flour. Stir in the lemon zest, lemon juice, and milk.
- Pour the mixture into the cooled (but slightly warm) crust. Change oven temperature to 170C/325F/Gas mark 3 and bake for 15-20 mins.
- Onced baked, allow to completely cool. Sprinkle with icing sugar and slice into squares.