As we were shopping last night I noticed a novelty mug, I asked my hubbie who did he think would buy it for me for Christmas. He laughed as we both know someone will, it was one of those along the lines of 'we can't all be a domestic goddess'. It is so true though, that cup is destined for me. I have a friend come and clean for me because I just can't do it, I took a tracksuit out of the clean washing this morning to find it not cleaned, I only washed it!!!! Somehow I can manage to make a nice stew, lasagna and bolognese but I do quite often burn the pasta or overcook spuds.
Why am I telling you all of this? Walking around the supermarket with Julie & Celine this morning I was starving, the smell of bread makes me so hungry, I thought no, not today! Then in my boredom waiting for Julie to stop yapping I looked at the cheese aisle and thought, that's what I will do today..... make a cheese filled croissant.
When I was a kid I looked forward to meeting my nanny in town on a Saturday morning, true every kid would look forward to ice cream from their nanny for breakfast and that did play a part but mainly, right next to the elevators to the car park was La Croissanterie, yes, my dreams would all come true when my mam said, come on and we get a croissant, and so I did, every week. Being a teenager eventually it was no longer cute to bring me along, thankfully though another branch opened close to my home. I loved the girls in that shop, especially when they upgraded me to a large size croissant. Then it closed down... Then the one from when I was a kid closed. Now there is one left, every couple of months we venture in sadly though, last time in the rush I got a take away, only to open it in the car and realise everything was different, I couldn't eat it, I was sad for days...... I have yet to find a replacement so I thought you know what, I will learn to do it myself.
I melted the butter, I had no plain flour so used self raising, no cream so used milk to create the most disgusting looking mixture I have ever seen. But it was ok, stashed in the back of the press was a sachet of white sauce powder. As it bubbled I added the cheese, stirring slowly, filled the croissants and topped off with some more sauce. When they came out of the over I thought, nobody is going to believe that I did this, not me so I grabbed the camera. With the plate by my side cooling down I started to upload thinking yes, I have just kicked la Croissanteries butt!
Butt..... but I haven't. Not a hope. So I sit here disappointed looking at what appears to be my perfect croissant sitting next to me, thinking of how I could have written this with pride about the perfect texture and taste, but I can't, instead of what was to be a moment of pure excitement and delight I have now realised I have wasted the last hour and a half of my life!
Nice pics though;)
Why am I telling you all of this? Walking around the supermarket with Julie & Celine this morning I was starving, the smell of bread makes me so hungry, I thought no, not today! Then in my boredom waiting for Julie to stop yapping I looked at the cheese aisle and thought, that's what I will do today..... make a cheese filled croissant.
When I was a kid I looked forward to meeting my nanny in town on a Saturday morning, true every kid would look forward to ice cream from their nanny for breakfast and that did play a part but mainly, right next to the elevators to the car park was La Croissanterie, yes, my dreams would all come true when my mam said, come on and we get a croissant, and so I did, every week. Being a teenager eventually it was no longer cute to bring me along, thankfully though another branch opened close to my home. I loved the girls in that shop, especially when they upgraded me to a large size croissant. Then it closed down... Then the one from when I was a kid closed. Now there is one left, every couple of months we venture in sadly though, last time in the rush I got a take away, only to open it in the car and realise everything was different, I couldn't eat it, I was sad for days...... I have yet to find a replacement so I thought you know what, I will learn to do it myself.
I melted the butter, I had no plain flour so used self raising, no cream so used milk to create the most disgusting looking mixture I have ever seen. But it was ok, stashed in the back of the press was a sachet of white sauce powder. As it bubbled I added the cheese, stirring slowly, filled the croissants and topped off with some more sauce. When they came out of the over I thought, nobody is going to believe that I did this, not me so I grabbed the camera. With the plate by my side cooling down I started to upload thinking yes, I have just kicked la Croissanteries butt!
Butt..... but I haven't. Not a hope. So I sit here disappointed looking at what appears to be my perfect croissant sitting next to me, thinking of how I could have written this with pride about the perfect texture and taste, but I can't, instead of what was to be a moment of pure excitement and delight I have now realised I have wasted the last hour and a half of my life!
Nice pics though;)
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