Monday, 26 September 2011

Poire Belle Hélène (gluten free and/or vegan)


I have a bit of an issue with my tummy.  

It could be because my Mum used to poke me in the stomach and shout ‘Pull it in!’ when I was little (page 17 of ‘Stellar Parenting Techniques of the 1970’s) or it could be that I’m very shallow and have bought into the hype about needing a flat tummy to be beautiful. 

The chances are it also has something to do with having been pregnant four times and realising that the words ‘trim’ and ‘taut’ will never again apply to my tummy.

Whatever. 

I just don’t like it when I overeat and my gut sticks out.  But of course I like to overeat and then my gut sticks out.

Why am I talking about this?  Well, I recently left Paris (oh, have I mentioned that?) and leaving Paris involved a lot of eating and drinking and farewell lunches and crying and comfort eating.  And my gut sticking out.

Floaty summer tops are a godsend at times of fat tummies, but so is Poire Belle Hélène.  I had never tried this dessert before, but conscious of my waistline and because it contained pear (healthy) I gave it a whirl.

I was a bit shocked that the pear was cold (it was poached) but topped off with warm chocolate sauce and a little vanilla ice-cream, it worked.  Ok, it worked for my palate, but not really for the tummy-has-become-a-tyre thing.

And now, the pear tree in the garden has gone mad.  It has decided that this is the year when it will overwhelm me with fruit having done pretty much nothing for the last five years.  Thanks pear tree.

But wait! We're at the Summer/Autumn cross-over which means I can alternate floaty tops with bulky sweaters!  And I've worked out how to make Poire Belle Hélène in an allergy-friendly way! It's definitely time to over/comfort-eat.


And who really cares about fat tummies?  Because soon it will be 'Winter' also known as 'Camouflage Season'.  It's my best time of year.  

Bring on the Poire Belle Hélène!

Poire Belle Hélène
This is so easy to make.  And if you have some of my vanilla ice cream in your freezer, you can dollop that on as well.  The pears can be poached in advance (24 hours and kept in fridge) and can even be frozen. Ta-daa!

Ingredients:
4 pears
water
lemon juice
Honey/agave syrup

For the sauce:
100g dark chocolate (dairy free)
1-2 tbsps dairy free margarine
a squirt of agave syrup
vanilla essence / cointreau (well, why not?)
dairy free vanilla ice cream

  • Peel the pears but leave the stalks in place
  • Place them in a saucepan and add enough water to cover them.  Add a good squirt of lemon juice and a dollop of honey/agave syrup.  Cover and bring to the boil.  Simmer gently for about 45 minutes, but keep checking with a skewer to see if they are ready earlier.  The flesh will be tender, but not breaking off
  • Leave the pears to cool in their juice, or if pushed for time whip them out and let them cool...um in the fridge or something
  • To make the sauce, melt the chocolate in a bain marie.  When melted remove from the heat and add the margarine.  Stir until melted, putting the bowl back over the steaming water if necessary
  • Add the agave syrup to taste and then pour over your lovely poached pears
  • Add a dollop of dairy-free ice-cream if you wish. I'm a bad woman and didn't have any to hand for the photograph.  I probably need my Mum's 'Stellar Parenting Techniques of the '70's' handbook don't I?!



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4 comments:

Mimi said...

Yummy! I love pears, I love chocolate, so this combo works for me (though not for my tummy either!!)
Love the Winter is Cover-up Season philosophy!

Pig in the Kitchen said...

Hi Mimi, if we can just get this late September sun out that way (damn you warm weather!) we can all settle into baggy sweaters and be done with it. And have you discovered ponchos? Like wearing a stylish blanket. Love it. thanks for visiting!
Pig x

Iota said...

We just need to get the media to have a big campaign to educate us all in the fact that big floppy tummies are very attractive and desirable, and then we'll all be happy. Except for those poor young models, with their sad lack of visible tummy, for which they must be pitied.

Pig in the Kitchen said...

Iota, when will they give you the Nobel prize for speaking sense? I'm penning your nomination RIGHT NOW!
Pig x