Inspired & adapted from Benoît Molin
Dried Osmanthus flowers that I bought from The Asian store .
100g powdered sugar
150g self raising flour
130g melted butter
1 lemon zest
2 ½ tbsp of dried Osmanthus
1) Beat egg & sugar till creamy. Fold in self raising flour & stir till well combined .
2) Add in lemon zest with dried osmanthus & mix well . Gradually stir in melted butter till well combined. Place in refrigerator for 1 hour.
3) Preheat oven to 200°C & grease madeleine mould . Spoon in 2/3 of batter on to each mould & bake for 5 mins . Reduce the oven temperature to 180°C & bake for another 5 mins till golden. Let to cool on wire rack.
Jane Austen moment in Persuasion
Anne listened, but without quite understanding it. Allowances, large allowances, she knew, must be made for the ideas of those who spoke. She heard it all under embellishment. All that sounded extravagant or irrational in the progress of the reconciliation might have no origin but in the language of the relators. Still, however, she had the sensation of there being something more than immediately appeared, in Mr Elliot's wishing, after an interval of so many years, to be well received by them. In a worldly view, he had nothing to gain by being on terms with Sir Walter; nothing to risk by a state of variance. In all probability he was already the richer of the two, and the Kellynch estate would as surely be his hereafter as the title. A sensible man, and he had looked like a very sensible man, why should it be an object to him? She could only offer one solution; it was, perhaps, for Elizabeth's sake. There might really have been a liking formerly, though convenience and accident had drawn him a different way; and now that he could afford to please himself, he might mean to pay his addresses to her. Elizabeth was certainly very handsome, with well-bred, elegant manners, and her character might never have been penetrated by Mr Elliot, knowing her but in public, and when very young himself. How her temper and understanding might bear the investigation of his present keener time of life was another concern and rather a fearful one. Most earnestly did she wish that he might not be too nice, or too observant if Elizabeth were his object; and that Elizabeth was disposed to believe herself so, and that her friend Mrs Clay was encouraging the idea, seemed apparent by a glance or two between them, while Mr Elliot's frequent visits were talked of.