Grilled Peach + Feta pie with Honey-Thyme Walnuts

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This is the best thing you’re going to put inside your mouth this week.
So, there’s something I need to say.
I’m in tart-love right now. I mean, there’s so much incredible fresh produce in Indian markets at the moment and I just want to grab all of that and turn it into a giant delicious tart.
On the negative side, I CAN’T turn all of that gorgeous bounty into a tart because of the lack of time. College ughh.

Don’t get me wrong, I like it, but this whole being in full time education thing is getting in my way of doing brilliant things. Like inventing a time machine. (I joke, I joke, I’m not 7, I’m 17)

BUT when I’m not obsessing about the lack of time in my life or whining about how tired I am, I usually have some time to spare. That’s when I bake and make and “get my cook on”. Mmhm.
Back to the tart though. Grilled juicy peaches, sweet-herby walnuts and hunks of salty goats cheese: this is what I call heaven.

You can use my galette crust here as a base or just use your favourite recipie for an all butter pie crust. Yum. Also, be sure to pick firm peaches, you don’t want them to be all soft and mushy.

Grilled Peach + Feta tart with Honey-Thyme candied walnuts

6 firm peaches
2 tbsp butter
1/2 cup walnuts, light toasted
1 tsp fresh chopped thyme
1/2 cup or more crumbled feta/goats cheese
1 tbsp sugar
1 small all butter tart/pie crust
(Most recipes will give you three small pies, so save the rest of the dough for another day!)

For the peaches: heat the butter in a grill pan. Slice in half and pit the peaches. Press them to the hot, buttery pan, skin side up for a minute or two on high heat, till the bottoms have grill marks on them.

For the walnuts:
Heat the honey in a pan till hot. Add the walnuts and thyme till the walnuts are coated. Take off heat and allow to cool. This will take a minute or lesser don’t let the nuts burn.

Assemble. Heat the oven to 200 C. Roll out the crust and place in a greased pie tin. Poke holes in the bottom, and blind-bake till it’s halfway done.
Place the peaces, the walnuts and hunks of cheese in the crust. Sprinkle with sugar and bake for 15 minutes.
Serve warm.

(200 more days to freedom ughhhhhhh)


corn stuffed cheese popovers + some blog news


It’s been a long time since I last posted an actual recipe on Le Blog.
Here’s the news, real quick: I love writing and I love food. However, posting short stories on a FOOD blog isn’t the smartest to do. I’ve been a little tied up with working on a bunch of new, exciting projects, so I’ve been neglecting the blog a little. I’ve decided to start a NEW BLOG focusing only on my writing work, and keeping this one for food and only food. More on that soon!
I stayed home from college today, and used my time constructively.
I watched The Breakfast Club, drank lots of tea and made these super yum cheese popovers. I then stuffed them with creamy corn and caramelised onions.
They great tea time snacks, a pleasant change from the regular tea-biscuit situation you’ve been stuck in.

Black Pepper + spicy cheese popovers

For the Popovers:
2 cups milk
4 eggs
4 tablespoons of butter, melted
250 grams all purpose flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground pepper
1/3 cup grated spicy paprika cheese/ you can use Parmesan etc, whatever floats your boat
1/4 cup spiced cream cheese (I used jalapeƱo flavoured)

For the Corn:
1/2 cup boiled sweet corn
4 tbsps cream
1 tbsp butter
Pinch salt

For the onions:
1/2 an onion, sliced into moons
3 tbsps olive oil
Pinch salt

Make the Popovers:
-Heat the oven to 240 degrees C. Grease two muffin tins with butter.
– whisk together the eggs, milk and butter. Then work in the dry ingredients. Mix well. There should be no lumps.
– place the empty tins in the oven for 5 minutes till they get really hot. Remove from oven and fill halfway with batter. Add a spoonful of cream cheese and fill up with batter. Repeat till full
– bake at 240 for 20 minutes. Then reduce the temperature to 15 minutes, till a deep golden brown.

Make the corn:

Heat a spoonful of butter in the pan till it melts. Add the rest of the ingredients and stir well. Let cool a little.

Prepare the onions:
Heat the oil in a pan. Add the onions and salt and fry till golden brown.

Construct the popovers:
Make a ting hole in the middle of the popovers (unless there already is one).
Fill with a heaped spoonful of corn, then with the onions. Serve warm.

I’ll be back soon with more food + stories.


You reach for the stars and you want the moon.
If you can fill in the relentless minute between where you are and where you want to be, yours is the earth and everything that’s in it. But even if you can’t, I would gift you the universe and all it’s galaxies that much you can be sure of.

Building a better sandwich


For everyone a particular dish hold some sort of memory. A certain food holds a special place in our hearts, every bite of said meal takes us back to a place and time that was inportant to us.

Often, when we’re in the need of something happy, we reach for those foods to take us back to those moments. Foods that fill us with a sense of comfort.

Persoanaly, there’s nothing a good grilled cheese sandwich can’t fix for me. Perfectly toasted whole grain bread, good creamy cheese and se good sharp cheese, a hit of heat from the chilly flakes and a touch of butter to bring everything together.
Sandwiches make me think of picnics in the sun, road trips and early mornings with coffee and the newspaper. There’s this irreplaceable nostalgia to a goof grilled cheese and so much lies in its construction.

Here’s how to build a better sandwich:
1. Bread – the good bread is the base to great sandwich. No cheese and no amount of butter can fix stale, dry bread. Pick a good sturdy loaf, preferably whole grain, the nuttiness pairs great with whole grain mustard!
2. Cheese – I like using one cheesy cheesy like mozerella, and one sharp cheese, usually a blue cheese. Salty goats also works really well.
3. Whole grain mustard – a teaspoon of this works wonders.
4. Add ins – sometimes, I like adding fried up bacon rashers, ham, roasted tomatoes or even, arugula for some pepperiness.
5. Butter – butter thy bread.
It will make a difference.

There’s nothing a cheesy, delicious sandwich can’t fix. Every bite takes me to my happy place, and hopefully, this sandwich will help you find yours.

terminal velocity

(Day 4 of my 30 day project!)
He stood at the edge. Bits of gravel clung to his shoe. He could smell the wet soil.
He drew in a sharp breath and leaned forward, almost on his tippy toes, flirting with jumping off.

There was a tiny tree straight below and after that it was an endless mess of blue waves, this stretch of sea green glass extended below him.

Closing his eyes, he thought back to the day before. He had left home in a flurry and his mother was equal parts hysterical and furious.
“It’s unsafe son.”
“Don’t do it. What if..what if something happens?”
“Why would you risk your life like that?!”

The last question clung to his chest, clawing at his heart. Why would he risk his life?
Cheap thrills?

He inhaled again. His body filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and rain.
“Why would you risk your life like that?”
Because why not?
If you love something, you hold on to it and never ever let go. But he was so tired of holding things close to him, he had no space to move.
He wanted to feel the wind again.

The instructed whispered it was time to jump.
Without a second thought, he lept off the cliff, parachute on his back, and the wind swooshing around his body.
He felt himself tear through the layers of the universe.
He felt the wind ruffle his feathers and finally, he began to soar.


(Day 3 of my 30 day short strong writing project! It was my birthday yesterday and so I’ve been a little caught up. Sorry!)

She wore a sweatshirt that she’s had since she was 3. Her mum bought it for her.
Her body didn’t really grow.
The sweater felt like a warm hug on the freezing day, it was so cold outside.
It didn’t snow that day, she’d noticed if it had. She waited at the window for hours.

Her eyes didn’t leave the street. The oath was dotted with leaves. She could only see the world in black and white.

Her heart was as loud as lightening. It pounded against her ribcage like it wanted to run away.
It was then that she realised why they called it a rib CAGE.

Her eyes didn’t leave street. It had rained, there were pools of water everywhere and she just wanted yo run out and jump into them.
But her mum always yelled at her for getting the house dirty. She stayed.

It got warmer so she shrugged the sweater off. It feel off of her instantaneously, her body was a pile of bones. She felt so breakable now. Where was her mum?
Her eyes never left the street.
The pathway was covered in a blanket of snow, pure, unadulterated white and it sparkled in the sun. It shine like her mums necklace. Where was her mother?

She was hungry and tiredness ate away at her. Food was hard to find, sometimes her NaNa gave her food and the housekeeper at other times.
She didn’t leave the window, but no one else seemed to look for her mum.

Her eyes didn’t leave the street.

One day, when she had grown tired and her eyes refused to stay on the street, she closed her eyes gently. She felt her eyelids tenderly kiss the bottom of her eyes. It was so dark.

Soon she began to see someone walk towards her, she wore a red dress and heels just like her mum. Her hair shone in the sun as did her necklace. Her face was tired.

Mum reached down to pay her head and rub her belly. She loved when she did that.
“You’re so tired old girl. I’m here now. You can go.”
She sniffed her hand and licked her fingers. Her mum smiled tenderly.
“Go”, she whispered to her, kissing the top of her head. She put her head down on her lap.
Her mum was here and it was all again. She had waited.

And like that, she felt herself get up and bound down the street with limitless energy. She was a ball of raging fire. She ran and ran and she felt her mum laughing her, her melodious laughter echoed.
Her eyes never left the street.
And so she ran.

the exultant misanthrope

(Day 2 of my 30 days 30 stories project!)

She loved the rain.

She stared out the window, watching tiny rivers of water flow down the dusty glass, streaking it.

She loved how it softened the outline of the world, how it blurred things, the way it softened edges and corners.

It made it so much easier for her to focus when she didn’t have to stare the world in its face, cold, harsh and unblinking.

She liked it better like this.

She thinks back to last year, when she wouldn’t have lost interest in someone else’s intrests.
When she wouldn’t have felt her cheeks go ablaze, when she wouldn’t have apologized for anything.

Now she found apologies littered in every sentence that left her mouth.

She walked away from conversations that didn’t interest her, she no longer left the need to socialise. Words jumped out her mouth and off the cliff, a mountain top she hadn’t been to in a year.

Asocial. Anti social. Alone.
Never cynical, never unhappy.

She was an exultant misanthrope.

A year ago, ten minutes of uninterrupted talking and of listening to her own voice would have made her ecstatic. Her own voice droning for a minute ,now ,made her anxious.

The house was so quiet.