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burntcustardToday I saw a little symbol in the top right hand side of the page from WordPress.  A symbol of a little cup which when clicked on told me that today was Maria Dernikos’s second anniversary.  Instead of a glittering post I have decided to post what is actually happening in my kitchen and why.  The picture above was taken on my mobile phone with the most abysmal lighting.

Two years of erratic posts.  I am very lucky to still have readers.  How I wish I could post and share all the recipes that I cook.  My main problem is photography.  As with my food I like to present my posts and my recipes to the best of my ability.  The only problem being my photographic ability.  It is very much like a cyclist who has been given the keys to a Ferrari – I have no idea of what I am doing. When I started this website I moaned that the lack of quality photographs was the fault of my inadequate camera.  So as a very generous birthday gift I was given a Cannon EOS digital SLR (embarrassingly, I don’t even know the exact model).  I thought I could just point and click and the result would be a sharp professional photograph.  How wrong I was.  I started to watch Youtube tutorials, buy books on the subject but very little has sunk in.

A friend casually asked if I took more than one photograph of the food on my posts.  One photograph!! – more like 50!  My technique has been to point, click and repeat as many times as I can and then pick a picture.  It still remains a mystery to me why when I am standing in the same position and my subject has not moved an inch that 50 pictures can be so different.

One big lesson I have learnt is how important natural light is.  Another woe to add to my endless list – living in England in winter has its problems.  I need say no more.

I have searched the Internet for advice and thanks to a post from Flora’s Table and others I have picked up some very good tips but progress is slow and I seem to be photographically challenged on a gigantic scale.

So today I am going to post a picture and a recipe that would normally be left on the reject pile (which after two years resembles more of a mountain than a pile).  Mainly because the weather here is overcast, damp and windy which makes any photograph in natural light a disaster.  Secondly, because if a picture can paint a thousand words I am afraid mine isn’t painting the right words.  The custards tasted wonderful and the burnt sugar topping tasted of toffee.

I don’t think I need to tell anyone that Crème Brûlée – or as it was known in England originally as Burnt Custard – tastes divine.  Underneath the hard toffee sugar discs sit the richest of egg custards that have been generously flavoured with vanilla seeds.

The reason I have posted this simple recipe is for those of you who have any double cream sitting in their fridge left over from Christmas and were wondering how to use it up.  Of course the other recipe would be to make butter as I have posted here.

This recipe can be halved very easily.

I only had small eggs so I weighed them in their shells to roughly get the weight of 6 large eggs.  Each large egg should weigh with shell 63-73gms so to get the weight of 6 large eggs I needed roughly 210gms of whole shelled eggs.  This is also quite a good method to use if you have different sized eggs.

Crème Brûlée or Burnt Custard

(4 generous ramekins worth)


600 ml double cream

2 vanilla pods (1 would suffice) split lengthwise

6 egg yolks

60g caster sugar

1-2 tsp of demerara sugar per ramekin.


Turn the oven to Gas mark 2/150C/300F

In a heavy bottomed pan put in the double cream and the  split vanilla pods.  Bring to a boil gently.

Meanwhile, put the egg yolks and the caster sugar into a bowl and beat until silky smooth and pale.  When the cream has boiled remove the vanilla pods and pour onto the egg mixture.  Mix thoroughly.

Strain the mixture into a jug.

Place four ramekins into an oven proof dish.  Fill the dish with cold water to half way up the ramekins. Thus making a water bath for the custards.   Carefully pour the egg mixture into the four ramekins filling to the top.  Place carefully into the oven and leave there for 45 minutes.

To check when they are done gently shake the ramekins.  There should be a slight wobble no more.  If not leave them for another five to ten minutes.

When done remove from the oven and their water bath and leave to cool.  When cool place in the fridge.  These can be made the day before.  Shortly before serving sprinkle the top of the custards with demerara sugar, making sure that there is an even coating over the entire area.  Place under the grill and when the sugar has dissolved, remove.  Leave to one side for the sugar to set.  Serve.

N.B.  Wash the discarded vanilla pods in warm water and allow to dry.  When dry place into caster sugar.  Over time this will flavour the sugar.


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Keftedes (pronounced keftethes) are Greek meatballs eaten hot or cold.  There is something special about them, they are incredibly moreish and I think every Greek household must have their own version of the recipe.  I use lamb mince but there is nothing to say you cannot use pork, beef, veal or a combination.   In summer I eat them cold with tzatziki and a salad and in winter I eat them warm with fava.  The recipe is versatile in that you add more bread to increase volume, or add different herbs.

The summer I learnt to make Keftethes was the summer I travelled to Athens by  Magic Bus.  My friend Karen and I had talked for weeks about going to Greece overland and spending the summer lying in the sun. We scoured the back of Time-Out for cheap tickets.  One advert caught our attention ‘The Magic Bus’ – return ticket London/Athens/London £55. Tickets were only issued on a cash basis and in person, the offices of The Magic Bus were above a shop in Shaftesbury Ave and pretty shabby.  We were both nervous in handing over our hard earned cash for a non-refundable coach ticket but the thought of a summer of love was greater.  Our fate was sealed.  Hello summer of expectation.

My parents drove us up to Victoria bus station where we boarded the packed coach.  My protective father interviewed the two Greek drivers who had little to no English, the cross examination went well until they asked him if he knew the way out of London.  I could feel the chill of an ill wind whistle pass my seat.

The promised three and a half day trip turned into ten days of hell.  The coach was old, and tatty.  It was packed to the brim with people and luggage. There was very little legroom and had we known that we would have to sleep sitting up in our seats for the next ten days we would have got off at Victoria. We were lucky in that the nasty infection which spread through the coach was limited to the foot, which was so nasty the chap sitting behind us ended up in a Greek hospital.

Our drivers were hell bent on driving at break neck speed with as few stops as possible, they had a mission and the rest of us were not in on it.   As we approached Mont Blanc the driver’s behaviour became very excited and as we weaved up the mountain we could see what was an earlier Magic Bus.  To celebrate their reunion, they took it in turns to over take each other, whilst opening and closing the door shouting and waving.  As the coach climbed higher the stunts became more dangerous with the other coach’s spare driver managing to hang out of the door whilst trying to drink a glass of white wine. I think if I hadn’t been so tired, hungry and bashed about I would have been frighten senseless.  I sat there rooted to my seat glancing out of the window at the massive drop and wishing I was somewhere else.  I had gone off the idea of love.

Shortly after this we had several long delays, which pushed our drivers to the brink of meltdown.  One of their ideas was to cut the length of time for our food and toilet stops to a minimum.  We as a group tried to revolt and refused to be rushed in returning to the coach.  Two of us passengers learnt a hard lesson that we were not in that strong a position, because the coach left without them.  No amount of shouting and abuse at the drivers by us stopped the coach.  We never saw them again.

From then on in the journey was just pure hell.  Two days stuck at the Yugoslavian borders and a lot of backtracking due to the drivers being completely lost.  When we did finally arrive in Athens all I can remember is that I was tired and filthy and longed for home.

It took about 24 hours before we bounced back.  I spent the rest of the  summer staying with Patroklos in Athens.  Kyria Cisci, Patroklos’ mother lived in the flat below and was keen to take me under her wing.   During the day when Patroklos was at work Kyria Cisci would  show me how to iron a man’s shirt and how to cook.   One of the recipes she showed me and has stayed with me is keftedes.  I think it was because she told me her secret ingredient, which was a little bit of Ouzo added to the mince mixture.  I felt very honored to have been let into her secret.   I would sit in her kitchen early in the morning (to avoid the mid day heat) and take notes as she went about creating her recipes.  I might not have found love that summer but I certainly was prepared if I did!



500g lamb mince

1 egg

1 onion chopped very finely and cooked to transparent stage in a pan with a little butter.

2 slices day old white bread with the crusts cut off.  You can use more if you want the meatballs to go further

A little milk for the bread.

Mint – fresh or dried

Oregano – fresh or dried

Salt and pepper

A little Ouzo (optional)

Oil for frying – I use olive but use the oil you like the taste of.

Flour for dusting the meatballs.


  1. Chop the onion finely and put into a pan with a little butter and leave on a low heat until they are transparent and soft.
  2. Take the crusts off the bread and submerge the crustless bread in milk and then gently squeeze, you don’t want to make the bread into a pulpy ball but something that will break up easily – if you prefer you can use water instead of the milk.
  3. Put the bread, egg, meat, herbs, softened onion, salt and pepper into a food processor and give it a good whizz.  Lift the lid and make sure it is all well mixed.  You can also do this process by hand – the difference is the mince is not as fine.  For the best results I put the mixture in the fridge for half an hour for it to rest and for the ingredients to cool down and firm up which will make rolling them into balls much easier.
  4. Remove from fridge. Take about a tablespoon and a bit of the meat mixture and roll between your hands to create a ball the size of a walnut, drop this ball into the flour and coat.  Set aside.  Carry on until all the meat has been turned into floured balls.  Heat your oil until its hot enough, if you drop a small crumb of bread in and it starts to sizzle its ready.  Start placing the balls into the oil, flattening them a little with the back of a spoon.  Cook on both sides.  The aim is that the meat is cooked throughout not pink.

The size of the keftedes is up to you.  They can be made the size of walnuts, or smaller if you want to use them as an appetiser or much larger if you are in a hurry but you need to watch that they are cooked through.

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