So on Good Friday I woke up at 10:45 a.m. (!) to a riotously sunny day with the promise of garden clean up by the fabulous landscape designers - Gardens in the City. They happen to be managing the third phase of our (seemingly ongoing) backyard project, starting at the end of April. Please stay tuned for some fun and interesting updates about that.
At any rate, I was very thrilled by a) the free day and b) the kid-free morning (she'd been at a sleep-over) and c) freedom in general. Natch, I felt compelled to cook.
I'm one of those people who likes to think of herself as a "natural" in the kitchen. Give me a pot and some cream and a few eggs and some ripe fruit and I'll go all Nigella on you. Recipes are so overrated. Until they're vaguely necessary.
It was most definitely tasty, happy to say, but the custard really didn't cohere the way I was expecting it to. Next time I use more egg and less liquid.
I knew that phyllo I've had sitting in my freezer for a year would come in handy...