Tuesday 20th July

Day 90

I pour a boiling hot stream of sugar syrup into the three egg yolks at the bottom of the bowl. While I whisk them, I think about my sister and my niece and my nephew - on their first day in Zambia, arriving at Chipembe School for Girls. On the phone my father said,

“I hope they’ll be alright - half my family in Africa.”

I didn’t say ‘not quite half’, but I know what he means - those precious three.

After four minutes with the egg beater, the watery yellow liquid in my bowl has grown into a thick ivory cloud, ready for cream and vanilla and swirls of sharp blackcurrant puree. I’m making two of these parfaits - one for when they get home.