This little number has been causing quite a stir lately... it all started with rather excessive birthday celebrations throughout the month of January, one of which being a breakfast with 12 amazing girlfriends at my place. The amount of food we had was nothing short of decadent, not to mention the copious amounts of bubbly consumed - but you only turn 27 once, right?
After smoked salmon generously scattered with red onion and capers, crisp-toasted bagels brimming with thin slices of pastrami and a chunky tartare-style sauce, sinfully creamy oeufs en cocotte with ham, cheese and thyme-scented mushrooms and a refreshing fruit salad with ginger and mint you would think the ladies would gracefully skip dessert? Yeah, not MY friends... they know good food when they see it and happily indulge in it. That's why I love them!
So my friend Vera had agreed to bring dough for waffles and (wo)man the iron (champagne-glass in hand, of course) - and they sure were delicious... but (sorry, my dear!) it was a rather inconspicuous-looking kilner jar filled with a thick, yellow substance that completely stole the show. People had been having a hard time identifying its contents - was it my famous home-made mayo? or vanilla custard? - until someone finally was brave enough to stick their finger in. The "oh my God"s and ecstatic moaning that followed were undescribable... and I don't think I have ever had so many requests for a recipe before in my life - and not just that, some ladies actually resorted to hefty bribes!
Said kilner jar ended up in one of my friends' fridge and her seven-year old son licked it so clean it could have gone straight in the cupboard without washing. Since that day, this little guy has been following my elder son around at school, trying to talk him into inviting him to ours for a sleepover ("and tell your Mum to make that delicious thing she put on the waffles the other day") - Max being completely ignorant about the whole affair... he hasn't even tasted it, refusing to eat any sweets that don't have insane amounts of chocolate in them!
So here you have it. I am letting my secret out of the bag. We're talking curd here. Not the traditional lemon curd (which I also love), my version is made with passion fruit, one of my favourite, favourite fruits of all times. It alo involves a neat technique for removing the black seeds without losing most of the flesh and juice. So do read on, do try it - you'll be forever hooked like my friends here. A couple of eggs, some sugar and butter and the priced juice is all it takes... plus 15 minutes whisking in a bain marie - but no sweet without sweat, right?