Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Tiramisu, Tiramisu, Will you do the Fandango...

Well, by popular request, here's my (un)patented Tiramisu Recipe...

Ingredients
1kg Mascarpone Cheese
1 pack Caster Sugar
4 Large Free-Range Eggs
2 Packs Sponge Fingers/Savoiardi
Half a bottle of Kahlua
One pot of Strong Black Coffee (cold)
Some Cocoa Powder

Instructions
1. Combine 2tbsp Caster Sugar with the Mascarpone and the Egg Yolks (saving the whites for later) and blend to a smooth consistency.
2.Take the Egg Whites and beat them until stiff (if you've got a Kenwood mixer or a sexually-frustrated male housemate it's a godsend here)
3.Carefully fold the egg whites into the mascarpone mix, taking care not to knock the air out of them.
4.Layer about a quarter of the mix in the bottom of a large, deep pyrex casserole dish.
5.Combine the cold coffee and Kahlua in a bowl or basin. Soak some of the sponge fingers in the alcofrolic caffeinated goodness, and layer them on top of the mascarpone. Repeat this process for four layers of mascarpone split by three layers of sponge fingers.
6.Dust the top with cocoa powder, cover and stick in the fridge for twenty-four hours.
7.Invite your mates over, feed them and bask in the glory of their adoration. ;)

Note that, because the dish includes raw eggs, you may want to avoid feeding it to the sensitive, infirm, pregnant or undeserving.

6 Comments:

Blogger Vixel said...

*drools*

3:12 pm  
Blogger Union Jackal said...

You'll want to watch that, keyboards are a bugger to clean... ;)

3:24 pm  
Blogger Union Jackal said...

Addendum to article above: Tiramisu is made and setting nicely in the fridge. And if anyone touches it before I serve it, they die slow. ;-)

9:14 am  
Blogger Vixel said...

*imagines Joe crucifying Ed upside-down in the garden whilst taunting him with pizza*

9:21 am  
Blogger Union Jackal said...

Crucifying him upside down wouldn't work- it's a death by asphyxiation, as when the whole body weight is supported by the stretched arms, the victim would have severe difficulty exhaling, due to hyper-expansion of the lungs.
Nah, an industrial mincer's the way to go, if only because then, to add irony to painful demise, he can be turned into sausages. ;)
...I've put too much thought into this, haven't I?

9:49 am  
Blogger Vixel said...

... just a little. :P

10:24 am  

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