I know it’s late, but I’ve just finished up making batch 2 of elderflower sorbet. This morning I headed out early for a walk over to Bure Park in a hunt for elderflower. I found loads, and filled a bagful, almost overpowered at times by the fragrence.
I came back home and prepared my syrup, grated and squeezed my lemsons and plunged my flowers into the syrup before leaving the concoction to infuse for the afternoon whilst I journeyed into Oxford to make my pilgrimage to the jobsworth centre.
Having strained and frozen the resulting elderflower-sorbet-to-be – something that can only realistically be described as looking like tubs of frozen urine – earlier in the evening, I have now broken it up again and squizzed it with the food processor and blended it with the beaten egg whites.
Edit: The floor and the sides in the kitchen are now onimously and forever ‘tacky’. Hrmm, suguar… :-