I felt sure you would want an update on Mr B and the Great Apple Crumble Cook-in. If you remember from my blog two days ago, we had had a fruitless (!) trip round all our local shops in search of Bramley cooking
apples. This was all because Mr B had got it into his head that he wanted me to teach him how to make an apple crumble.
Well, we didn't resort to scrumping, as was suggested by our
god-daughter, the lovely Pip (how very appropriate!) though Mr B did say that if we still lived in Kent he would have been sorely tempted. No, we made a special trip to a most bountiful greengrocers in another part of town, taking home not
just a bag-full of cooking apples, but also large quantities of rhubarb for good measure. And so the Crumble Cook-In began...
As the one required to impart
my knowledge and expertise, built up over many, many years of experience in the heat of the kitchen, I have to say I found the whole experience rather disappointing. Mr B was simply not as deferential
as I had expected him to be. For a start, he questioned absolutely everything I did. He took particular exception to my somewhat cavalier approach to things like accurate measurement of ingredients and also to my speciality, Making Do With What's
in the Cupboard.
For example, I explained that, if the flour / oats / butter / sugar mixture seemed a bit "claggy", all he needed to do was to throw a bit more flour into the mix till it resembled
breadcrumbs. Mr B felt this was unscientific in the extreme. If I had measured out the right quantities in the first place, he argued, instead of taking my usual "that'll do" approach, there would have been no risk of claggy breadcrumbs, whatever
they might be.
Likewise, in answer to his query about what kind of sugar should be used in the crumble, I came up with the perfectly sensible response: "whatever's in the cupboard."
Mr B sighed, deeply. It was the sigh of a would-be cook, disappointed in the extreme with the hopeless inadequacies of his Cookery Teacher. This never happens to Matt Moran, on Masterchef Australia.
Nevertheless, just as soon as I had finished my cookery demonstration, my Apprentice set to with gusto and the rhubarb and concocted a quite magnificent rhubarb crumble. We now have
a surfeit of crumble in the house but Mr B is cock-a-hoop with pride.
All I can say is that he obviously had a very good teacher...