What a successful weekend - the highly
experimental Rhubarb Cheesecake & Rocky Road Cheesecake worked
out pretty darn amazing.
I realised the husband,
an ardent anti-rhubarb activist, had turned a corner on the fruit
front when I noticed the crumbs on his chin and the empty plate on his lap. A
fine endorsement. It wasn't too stringy as I had feared, though I will try
blitzing the baked rhubarb for even longer next time to try and make it super
smooth. The downside is it's not the prettiest cheesecake, so will
have to think about glamming it up before it's commercially viable.
I also nearly fed a slice to my
Jewish friend Danny last night, then had to whisk it out from under him when he
asked if it was gelatine free (sorry again fella!). He did inform me that Jews
who keep Kosher can actually eat food that is less than
one sixtieth non-kosher, but I wasn't confident my dessert quite fit
the criteria.
I've just checked this out and
he wasn't winding me up - there's actually a principle
called batel b'shishim, which means if a 'forbidden' ingredient is present
in such tiny quantities it's barely there, then it's null and void and fine to
eat. How wonderfully sensible. So can Jews eat smoky bacon crisps?
Don't imagine there's much meat in them. Will have to ask Danny.
Danny and my other non-Kosher
friends did also kindly help me to eat my first Rocky Road
