Now you know what to do when you’ve made mayonnaise, have an egg-white in need of a good home and don’t fancy making langues de chats. (By far far the best option to my mind, except I’d run out of icing sugar, which scuppered that idea.)
A jewel in the crown of tasty moments over the past few month on the culinary side of life.
The apples in the crumble are courtesy of the laden apple trees at Dad’s.
I did want to take a picture of the cooked crumble but the camera was in use and we gannets couldn’t bear the wait.
The following marvel was found not far from the apple trees…