Thursday, 4 July 2013

Raspberry




I am a very bad mother!
I needed to restart my chicken family but how to do it without a broody chicken in the first place?
So I borrowed an incubator and as different neighbours plied me with eggs on irregular intervals, I filled its seven sacred spaces. 
Billy was born 4cm tall, round like a ball of grey/brown/lemon cotton with the tiniest of wings.


In one week, she (wishful thinking) has stretched her neck and doubled in size. Her wings have now a frill of grey fluffy plumes, her voice is more soprano than Cecilia Bartoli and she is spoilt rotten.



 Due to the lack of that broody chicken, my hand has become her/his mother and if its not directly within her shortsighted vision she raises hell.
Unless she is sitting permanently on my lap, she will howl for attention and of course I cannot bear to hear the cries of such a tiny creature using up so much energy in a voice that could wake the gods so I let her sit on my lap neglecting the garden, my husband and life.


This weekend, hopefully, another two babies will be born and four again a week later until I have a limited family of 7 and the pressure should be off my sacred hand. She can then just boss the others around and leave me in peace.
To the real subject... I`m collecting kilos of raspberries every day. Not many find their way back to the kitchen as they are my sustenance while working the garden (when I can) but this year due to the lack of roaming, berry-guzzling chickens and that incessant spring rain, I have enough to even make  desserts. 
I do love raspberry sorbet but then again I spend my life making sorbets as soon as the sun shines and every fruit harvested within Mailhos eventually finds its way into my ice-cream machine but they also make creamiest scones made with the freshest local sheep cheese. 
Greuil almost tastes like a ricotta but is much more flowery and summery, grainy and lumpy, lighter and delicate but unfortunately can only be found locally at the farm or at local markets in the Bearn or Basque country.


I have only a few weeks before my unruly family of volatiles will find this treasure of red berries so I`m relishing this short period of excess....

Raspberry Sorbet
makes about 1 litre

1 lemon
200g cane sugar
600g fresh, sweet raspberries

Cut the lemon into 1cm pieces and blend with the sugar into a lumpy paste. Add the raspberries and blend again. Pour into an ice cream machine and churn until frozen (or alternatively pour into a bowl, put into the freezer and stir every half an hour until it reaches the perfect consistency)



Raspberry and Greuil Scones
makes 12 scones

450g self-raising flour
4tsp baking powder
100g softened butter
50g cane sugar
2 eggs
250g greuil or a soft ricotta
100g fresh raspberries

Set the oven to 220C/gas 8.
Sieve the flour and baking powder into a large bowl and add the butter. Rub in with the fingertips until you have a mixture resembling fine breadcrumbs. Stir in the sugar.
Break the eggs into another bowl and add the greuil. Mix gently together.
Stir the mixture into the flour until you have a soft but unsticky dough.
Turn out onto a lightly floured surface and knead lightly. Roll into a rectangle around 2cm thick and cut in two.
Scatter the raspberries evenly over one piece of the dough and then cover with the other rectangle. Cut into smaller rectangles and place them on a lightly buttered baking sheet.
Press down the edges on the scones and score the top with a knife. Brush the scones with any leftover egg mixture and bake for around a quarter of an hour or until golden brown. Remove from the oven and cool.
Eat as fresh as possible with lots of butter... and raspberry jam.


















3 comments:

  1. Lovely post. Hope to have new chicks here soon too. Will try the scones. Thank you.

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  2. Love the red streaks on the parchment paper, but the treasure of the posting is acoustic - the howl of the "puppy" chicken for your attentions. I fear you placed some readers in the same boat!

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  3. Love the red streaks on the material paper, however the fortune of the posting is acoustic - the wail of the "puppy" chicken for your considerations.Cheap escorts,
    I fear you put a few bookworms in a comparable situation!

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