I think that one of the great things about the UK is that, along with abundant pies, you can buy a ready-made trifle in any supermarket. Cheap as chips too, and if you keep a spoon in the car you can eat it on the way home as well.
Not so in Isaan of course, you have to make it yourself. So, yesterday was homemade trifle with the daughter.
As usual in this bladdy place nothing was simple. I discovered that ants had broken into the hermetically sealed sponge finger packet of the trifle kit, so into the chicken's bowl they went.
So first up... cup cakes.
I prepared the strawberry jelly while the cup cakes were baking.
Then broke a few up to replace the rotten sponge fingers.
The broken cup cakes were nicely covered by the jelly and this went into the fridge to cool and set.
Wasting no time, I made the custard while the jelly was setting. The instructions said to cover the custard with cling film to prevent a skin forming while cooling.
Once cool, the custard layer was duly applied to the jelly/spongecake layer.
There... and now for the topping. The instructions said to whip until 'peaks' form in the mixture.
But after around 10 minutes I could see that peaks were just never going to form. I think this was maybe due to the extreme heat in our kitchen. The weather is unbearably hot just now. We poured the slightly runny topping over the custard layer.
And voila! The multi-coloured layers are shown off to best effect with the new glass trifle bowl.
But of course, the proof of any pudding is in the eating.
Plated up...
Hang on... here's Dan the amazing 'trifle' sniffing dog, having sneaked in through the back door. She knows a good trifle when she smells one!
And the money shot!
How can you spoil a dog who's nearly sixteen...
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