Tarte Tatin with Vanilla Creme Anglaise

why hello there Mr Tarte Tatin. how your lovely golden hue and slightly burnt caramel flavours entice my senses, while the aroma of baked apples completely disarms even the most seasoned connoisseurs.
I'd like to thank GourmetTraveller magazine(for the wealth of knowledge plus the step by step photo collage recipe), my sister Yusra(for determining the cause of error thus enabling me to correct my mistake and successfully churn out my very own from-scratch vanilla creme anglaise). Lastly i'd like to thank the person sitting behind the desk, who was responsible for not activating my standby duty today. thank you, merci, arigato, terima kasih, danke.
*muah! muah! muah!*

note to self: if ever a recipe calls for "stir continuously" -and/if recipe meddles with cream and eggs- remember to stirstirstir-likeyourbloodylifedependedonit. unless of course you wanna end up with a separation of bits and pieces of scrambled eggs swimming in a yellowish liquid.


I wasted:

-4 eggs
-100gms sugar
-1 vanilla pod
-200ml pouring cream
-100ml milk
-effort
-effort for washing up after
-water for washing up


Afterwhich i needed:

-all of the above
-more effort to try salvage whatever bits of pride i had left and try again.(2nd time's the charm!)

Rochester: Pilot. Who's there? This hand. Jane Eyre. Jane Eyre.
Jane Eyre: Edward, I'm come back to you. Fairfax Rochester with nothing to say.
Rochester: You're altogether a human being Jane.
Jane Eyre: I conscientiously believe so.
Rochester: I dream.
Jane Eyre: Awaken then.

Yusra

kudos to my brainiac 2nd sister, besides the numerous textbooks of facts that she devours whole she manages to squeeze the many(retarded) names of boys I use to go-out-with slash give-names-to.
i.e nick captain of my heart wee, the cute bald dewd with the lagi cute brother(quite a mouthful huh)
She even remembers details like the name of the cat of the dewd I used to stalk.
let's just say that a memory like hers would come in handy when it comes to blackmailing an older sibling into lending her clothes and shoes. But my amazing sister here(who is an angel by the way) is nothing like that. In fact she's nothing short of perfect.

And she's not, for the record, making me write/type out this entry as a hommage to her.

fin.