When in doubt, bake it out, right? On Tuesday night, I received word that I was passed up for a job that I really, really, really wanted. I had applied for what seemed the perfect position for me, a gal who loves everything about wholesome, mindful food, nearly two weeks ago and had been anxiously awaiting a response since the application deadline last Monday. I told all of my friends about it and they all agreed it was a perfect fit. Everyone was rooting for me. I felt good, confident almost. My horoscope said it was likely I would take a new position. Even the cosmos were on my side! I had high hopes, like sky high. But, alas, I was passed up. Rejected. A gracious email wished me the best of luck and within 45 seconds, my two-week nail biting odyssey of hope was complete. Am I bummed? Yes. Defeated? No. So, now what? Well, now, we bake a cake. The Buttermilk Cake of Rejection. Was it 9:00 at night when I decided to do this? Yes. Did I care? No. It was a completely sound solution to disappointment, in my opinion. Much better than, say, getting wasted and drafting an email expounding on just exactly what these people were missing out on complete with drunken grammatical errors like, "You don't know a good locawhore when you see one!" That would've so happened five years ago. Instead, I gathered up the local peaches resting on the countertop, pulled out my favorite cookbook and commenced baking my consolation prize, the Buttermilk Cake of Rejection. The recipe calls for whole wheat pastry flour, buttermilk, a small amount of butter and a hefty dose of lemon zest. I used muscovado sugar to add a deep molasses kick to the cake. I also thought it nice to add a drizzle of honeyed brown butter. What the hell.
Even with the modifications, the cake isn't overly sweet. The peaches maintain a subtle tartness and juicy integrity making it the star ingredient, as it should be. The muscovado sugar is less pronounced than I thought it would be, but left little pockets of caramelization that were a treat to find. The honeyed brown butter became the nutty component and dare I say, a little bit of the naughty component too. It was rich and nutty and seeped into the spongy pockets left by the peaches. Although moist, the cake had a nice crunch around the edges from a sprinkling of sugar over top.
All of sudden, with each passing bite, rejection didn't taste all that bad. Actually, it was rather peachy.
Buttermilk Cake with Peaches and Honeyed Brown Butter adapted slightly from Super Natural Everyday
2 1/2 cups whole wheat pastry flour 1 tablespoon aluminum free baking powder 1/2 cup muscovado sugar, packed 1/2 teaspoon fine-grain sea salt 2 large eggs 1 1/2 cups buttermilk 1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled Zest of 3 lemons, grated' 6 local peaches, sliced thin 3 tablespoons coarse raw sugar
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees with a rack in the center of the oven. Line the bottom of an 11-inch tart pan with parchment paper and butter the fluted edges. I used the remnants of the saucepan in which I melted my butter for the recipe and used my fingers to rub the edges with butter.
Whisk together flour, baking, powder, muscovado sugar and salt in a bowl. In a separate bowl, whisk the eggs and buttermilk together. Add the butter(the butter should be cooled, but still liquified) and lemon zest to the buttermilk mixture and stir until combined.
Fill the tart pan with batter and make sure it spreads evenly across the pan. Add the sliced peaches and sprinkle with large-grain sugar. Bake for 25-30 minutes until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean.
The original recipe called for a 20-25 minute bake time, but my oven encouraged a longer bake time. I would recommend going at least 25 minutes and then continue checking on the cake every few minutes after that.
Honeyed Brown Butter 1/4 cup butter 3 tablespoons honey
Melt butter in small saucepan over medium-low heat and let it heat in the saucepan until it begins to become fragrant and amber in color. Once the butter browns, remove the top layer of milk solids by skimming it with a spoon and discarding. Pour brown butter into a small bowl and stir in honey, allowing it to dissolve into the butter. Drizzle over warm cake.
You can adjust the sweetness by increasing or decreasing the amount of honey as well as the intensity of the brown butter by how long you let it cook.
I love how inspiration in the kitchen can stem from most anywhere. It can be a smell reminiscent of childhood or an unexpected ingredient at the market. Other times, it is a new technique, alluring blog post or curious venture into a new cuisine. This time, it was a teeny tiny discovery during my last trip to the Metrolina Antiques Show. I was with my scavenging soul sister, Nikki of Not Made in China, for the big show and we spent three hours rooting around in antique lover's paradise. We both scored some old wooden textile spools (see what else Nikki found that day here) and then I deviated into cookware, a burgeoning collective interest of mine. I love the rustic detail of antique bakeware with its tarnished metal like battle scars, denoting earned experience. I arrived at a table littered with objects, metal and wood scattered like wildflower seeds across the surface of the table. I began moving and touching the antiques, picking things up, examining with a glance and quickly setting them aside, moving on to the next piece. Grabbing, picking, looking, digging, feeling and then.... ...I found it. A small container holding the most miniature and complete set of cookie cutters. The seller said it was missing its top but, to me, it wasn't missing a thing. I had a new bakeware find and inspiration for my next kitchen adventure.
I decided on shortbread. Buttery, crumbly shortbread. With lavender, my current star herb. I've roasted chickens with lavender, made lavender syrups to drizzle over my ice cream, still working on a tapioca pudding recipe with lavender and now, lavender shortbread cookies. Miniature lavender shortbread cookies. I decided to use a recipe by Joy the Baker that uses natural cane sugar and a hefty dose of butter. Shortbread cookies should nearly melt in your mouth with their crumbly texture. That's how you know the butter is doing its J-O-B! There were audible squeals of delight coming from the kitchen and several verses of this made-up song, "Mama's little baby loves shortbread, shortbread..."
I know its not the right words, but you get the idea. If these cookie cutters had cheeks, I would pinch them. So effing cute. The best part is that when you have miniature cookies, a little dough goes a long way. The worst part is that those miniature cookies can be eaten by the cookie sheet-ful without the slightest idea that you may have just consumed a whole stick of butter by yourself.
Remember mini-snickers bars? It never feels sinful because they're small and then you've gone and eaten twenty. Yikes! Sneaky and small, but dammit they're cute. After baking these little cuties, I got inspired to make something equally cute to hold the shortbread babies. I had a few muslin bags in the cupboard and pulled out my stamps and a pencil with a fresh eraser and went to town. See picture, bottom right. Actually, I think I may have stumbled upon my wedding favors. Muslin bags aren't expensive and the stamping took no time at all. Plus, these cookies can be frozen to be used for a later date. I can make them ahead of time. These cookies may have a story to tell after all. For the complete recipe, click here. Happy Thursday!
I'm not vegan, but I like their style. A while back I made this raw version of a cheesecake for a vegan dinner I was attending. It got rave reviews from our veggie friends and I put a checkmark by my mental list of desserts to revisit for my own raw creation. Quick fun fact: The Mister and I embarked on the raw food experience a few years ago and we both still admit that we never felt better. During that time, I went all out (as is typical of me) and created a raw foods pantry stocked with plenty of vegetables, nuts, agave and funky gadgets like a spiralizer. I also bought a few raw cookbooks because, well, one can never have enough cookbooks. My pantry is still stocked similarly today, only with a few more items that include our cooked food regimen. The one thing that never ceases to amaze me about raw food living is the caliber of desserts that are created and how things like cashews can turn into something like cheesecake. That I am enthralled by desserts should surprise no one. Raw. Not raw. Half raw. Raw-ish. If it's dessert, I'm digging it. But, I digress. Back to this "cheese"cake. Why did I call it an almost raw "cheese"cake? Well, see that top chocolate layer? I went ahead and made a chocolate ganache which required 3/4 cup of cream (doh!). So, my raw cheesecake became my raw-ish cheesecake instead. For my vegan and raw friends, this cake can be made minus the chocolate ganache and with a different sweetener like agave. For a different topping, I might choose a fresh raspberry puree and melted dark chocolate (no added cream) drizzle. I guess I could have done that too, but chocolate ganache is where the recipe took me and who am I to deny the recipe gods? Okay, okay, raw cheesecake. Some of you might not be familiar and wonder, how the heck does one make a raw cheesecake without cream cheese and granulated sugar and the love? Well, most raw desserts are termed raw because they involve pure ingredients that are not cooked or heated above a certain temperature. That's right. There was no baking involved with this dessert. Only toasting and blending and love. Most raw cheesecakes riff off a similar base of soaked cashews, oils and a sweetener of some sort. I used cashews, honey, coconut oil, cacao powder and lemon juice. I found the lemon juice gives the cheesecake it's cheesy tang. The use of a really good blender is key too. That is what allows the mixture to acquire the silky look and feel of a cheesecake. It really is astounding to watch such simple ingredients transform into a decadent dessert. I chose a hazelnut date crust which is just that, hazelnuts and dates. Nothing else. It is sweet and nutty and compliments the chocolate perfectly. The "cheese"cake itself is sweet, but not too sweet and the chocolate ganache adds richness. I sprinkled Murray River Sea Salt over top the ganache for a little salty with my sweet. The Mister loved it which is a testament to the dessert. He wasn't too keen on the one I brought to our vegan dinner party, so I wasn't sure if this one would make the cut. But, it did. Like butter baby! Or, rather, no butter baby! Almost Raw Chocolate "Cheese"cake with Hazelnut Date Crust(adapted from Roost Blog Meyer Lemon Vanilla Bean Cheesecake) For the Crust: - 2 cups hazelnuts, toasted and skins removed
- 10 dates, pitted and coarsely chopped
- 2 tablespoons unsweetened large coconut flakes
Preheat oven to 375 degrees and arrange hazelnuts into a single layer on a baking sheet. Toast in preheated oven for 12-15 minutes, until nuts become fragrant. Remove from the oven and allow them to cool enough to touch, about 5 minutes. Remove skins from hazelnuts by simply picking up a handful and gently rubbing together. The skins should easily come off. Sprinkle coconut flakes onto the bottom of 9-inch springform pan. This will prevent crust from sticking. Then, pulse skinned hazelnuts and dates in food processor until they are well incorporated into a fine crumbly mixture. Pour mixture into bottom of pan and press into an even layer to form the crust. For the filling: - 3 cups cashews, soaked for at least three hours
- 3/4 cup honey
- 3/4 cup coconut oil
- 1 vanilla bean, scraped
- 1 cup raw cacao powder
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 cup plus 1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
Combine all ingredients in a food processor and process until smooth. Then, in two batches, pulverize the mixture in a high-speed blender until silky. Pour the mixture over the crust, top with wax paper, cover and put into the freezer for at least one hour. NOTE: If you do not have a blender, you can use the food processor for all the necessary mixing. For best results, a high-speed blender does the trick. Also, I recommend two batches because I tried one batch and triggered the auto-matic overload shut-off feature on my Vita-mix. I almost blew the motor out. Yowza. For the ganache: - 3/4 cup heavy cream
- 8 ounces of good chocolate (I used a mixture of dark chocolate and semi-sweet chocolate)
- Sea salt for sprinkling
Finely chop chocolate and place in a mixing bowl. The finer the chocolate is chopped, the better it will melt. Set aside. Heat cream in a small saucepan over medium high heat until it begins to bubble around the edges. Once it begins to bubble, pour half the mixture over chopped chocolate and let it sit for a few seconds. This will lessen the temperature shock to the chocolate. Gently whisk the chocolate until it melts. Pour remaining cream over chocolate, allowing a few seconds to rest, and then whisk in. The chocolate should be smooth and glossy. If chocolate begins to separate, try whisking a splash of cold cream to restore its elasticity. Pour chocolate ganache over frozen cheesecake mixture and spread evenly. Sprinkle sea salt over top and place cheesecake in the refrigerator to allow ganache to harden in place. To serve, allow cake to thaw slightly before slicing. P.S.- This is one of my first attempts at developing a recipe that is my own. I would greatly appreciate feedback on those of you who try this recipe out. This is all new to me and would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Thanks for reading!!
I get a little giddy this time of year when farmer's markets begin to explode with produce and sweet, delicious fruit. I'm like a kid in a candy store, grabbing armfuls of whatever looks good, hoping I don't run out of cash before I get my fill. Strawberries are returning in a big way and I received my first basket from a friend who harvested strawberries from her own garden and kindly left me a basket on my doorstep. The sincerest thank you I can give is making something special with such a lovely haul. I've never roasted strawberries before, but was inspired by my one of my favorite cookbooks and author, Heidi Swanson, and a recipe I read last summer when I first purchased the book and began picking off the recipes one by one. Roasted strawberries or as I like to call them, strawberries in the style of Jackson Pollock are rich and artful. The Mister thinks they resemble a murder scene. I think they are poetic. Heidi Swanson takes her strawberries and dresses them up with a little port and balsamic vinegar. I roasted my first batch and tried them with balsamic vinegar and tarragon. Then I got thinking about jam. And ginger. After a few iterations in my kitchen on a rainy day, I settled for strawberries roasted in a ginger syrup for sweetness and spiked with fresh ginger juice for a spicy end kick. A little lemon juice adds brightness to the jammy concentration of strawberries. The syrup cooks down with the natural fruit juices and becomes an oozy puddle of flavor and stunning color. Poetic berries meet their delicious demise.
My first inclination with any concentrated berry is to put it over vanilla bean ice cream. Like so. It's my go-to combination. Next, after dessert is breakfast. How awesome would this be over some french toast with a little powdered sugar? This may still happen. Then, of course, the jam is money over bread and cake. Take your pick. I'm working on an olive oil cake recipe, so I had a readily available vessel for my jammy jam. Roasted Strawberry-Ginger JamMakes approximately 1 cup of jam 16 ounces strawberries, hulled 4 tablespoons ginger syrup (recipe below) 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt 1 1/2 teaspoons fresh ginger juice, about 2-inch piece of ginger, peeled and juiced 1 1/2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice NOTE: If you do not have a juicer to extract fresh ginger, you can opt for a microplane grate to achieve the same flavor without imparting massive chunks of ginger to the mix. Place a rack in the middle of the oven and preheat to 350 degrees. Line a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper. Hull each strawberry and cut in half or smaller, depending upon the size. Set aside berries. In a separate bowl, whisk together ginger syrup, oil and salt. Pour over berries and toss gently, then pour onto baking sheet arranged into a single layer. The original recipe called for 40 minutes of roasting time. I roasted mine for approximately 45 minutes. I watched for the juices to thicken to a syrup-like consistency and was careful not to let them burn. Once roasted, pour warm berries into a small bowl and stir in ginger and lemon juice. This can also be the time to add fresh herbs like tarragon or basil. Berries can be eaten warm or cooled and stored in the fridge a week. Ginger Syrup (from Bon Appetit Magazine) Makes approximately 1/2 cup of syrup1/3 cup raw sugar (I used evaporated cane juice) 2 tablespoons fresh ginger, peeled and coarsely chopped 1/3 cup water Bring all ingredients to a boil in a small saucepan, stirring until the sugar dissolves. Remove from heat and allow syrup to steep for 15 minutes. Strain the ginger out and discard. Use immediately or cover and chill the syrup for later use up to one week.
OMG! Is it really Thursday already? I returned Tuesday afternoon from an impromptu Easter visit with family in Knoxville and then I blinked and it was Thursday. Holy smokes! I need a time lasso.
Since time is of the essence, I thought I'd share a healthy and easy recipe that's ready in a pinch. These little egg cups are a great solution for hurried weekday breakfasts and the mix-in possibilities are endless. I like to make these ahead of time, usually at the beginning of the week, and then warm them when I'm ready to eat.
My most recent batch was filled with onions, red and green peppers and a touch of cayenne, but you can use just about anything.
Ingredients 1 sweet onion, finely chopped 1 red pepper, finely chopped 1 green pepper, finely chopped 1/8 teaspoon cayenne 1 tablespoon olive oil 12 large, free-range eggs 1 tablespoon coconut oil Salt & Pepper to taste
Directions 1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees 2. In a saucepan, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat and saute the onions until translucent, about 2-3 minutes. Add the peppers and saute for 2-3 more minutes. Season with salt and pepper and add cayenne. 3. While the onions and peppers cook, whisk the eggs in a large bowl and set aside. 4. Once the onions and peppers are done, let cool slightly and then add to the bowl of whisked eggs. Season with salt and pepper. 5. Coat a muffin pan with coconut oil. Alternatively, you can use non-stick spray to coat the muffin pan. Using a ladle, pour the mixture into the muffin cups. 6. Place muffin pan in the oven for 12-15 minutes or until they puff up and turn golden brown. Use a small knife or spatula to remove the eggs from the pan and serve with your favorite condiments and a side of fresh fruit.
If I had more time, I would have made a fresh salsa verde to spoon over top or something of comparable deliciousness. This morning, I drizzled my trusty condiment, green Tabasco, over the egg cups and served them with a side of fruit. You can add herbs, cheese, meats and whatever else you like. Dill comes to mind. And bacon, mmmm bacon. I stuck to simple vegetables since I've been trying to behave myself. That whole "walking down the aisle with all your friends and family watching" is keeping me on the straight and narrow. Kind of.
Well, I hope these simple egg cups help you maximize your time on those busy mornings when everything has gone buck wild. It'll be one less thing to worry about and if you're anything like me, you need breakfast to keep you from mutating into an evil three-headed, slobbering devil woman.
P.S.- I have a few recipes in the queue that I am really excited about. I hope to get those to you soon, time willing. Happy Thursday!
Have I ever told you about my love affair with nutella? Well, get comfortable. This may take awhile. I first discovered this sweet nectar of the goddesses while backpacking through Europe in 2003. If you don't know, Nutella and baguette are essential to traipsing through foreign countries on a budget. I blew through entire loaves, ripping and dipping to my heart's content. I felt like a Dr. Seuss book. I ate it on a train. I ate it on a plane. I ate it with a friend. I ate it 'til no end. All rhyming aside, it was like the best thing ever and today, I am banned from keeping it in the house. Left to my own devices, nutella finds it way on anything that looks remotely spreadable. Banana? Don't mind if I do! Strawberries? Duh! This savory cracker? Why not? Who cares! This is the kind of reckless abandon that created the "no-nutella in the house" rule. I'm just NOT allowed. I have no self-control, therefore, absence is the best form of control I can muster. Unless, of course, I'm baking salted nutella tarts for friends. Then it's okay because it's " not for me". Or whatever. I found this recipe on one of my favorite food sites, spoonforkbacon, and for weeks, talked about making a batch. Do you ever find a recipe and then it's all you think about until you finally make them? This was me. I'm not sure if it was the recipe or the license to buy nutella that began the obsession. Luckily, the recipe calls for the entire jar so there were no leftovers for me although I did manage to try one. The Mister had one too. He wanted more, but got his paws slapped. These little nuggets of delight sit inside a super crumbly almond butter crust as evidenced by all the crumbs and imperfections in the pictures above. The crust literally falls apart in your mouth and then there's the nutella. And the salt. And whatever else you choose to add. Oh, nutella. You'll always have a special place in my heart and each time I don a bikini, I'll forever remember our torrid summer love which began so long ago in Europe.
The Mister and I were recently invited over to dinner with our friends, Laura and Jake, who just so happen to be as gracious and well-versed in the kitchen as they are good-looking. Seriously, when you meet them, it's hard not to be overwhelmed by the incredible duo of attractiveness. Even the Mister, after he met Jake for the first time, was all like, "Whoa, now that's a good-looking dude." I have never before and never again heard the Mister comment on any man's looks if that's any testament. Besides good genes, Laura and Jake are wicked fit and subscribe to a Paleo lifestyle which is essentially a whole-foods based diet that includes lean meats and fish, plenty of vegetables, some fruit and good fats like nuts, avocadoes and coconut oil. It is gluten-free, dairy-free (for most)and free of legumes and grains. Some call it the caveman diet and others call it rather extreme. It's actually not so far off from the diet that the Mister and I subscribe to (although more meat than I tend to eat) and it most definitely seems to be working for our friends. I was eager to dine in their primal kitchen. Suffice to say, there was not an empty belly or disappointed soul to be found after dinner that night. Before dinner, we snacked on bacon wrapped dates, the perfect combination of sweet and salty. The bacon was nitrate-free, of course. For the main meal, Jake made a local, grass-fed beef brisket with an amazing dry rub of cocoa, chile, coffee and cumin along with roasted purple sweet potatoes and the rock star side and reason for this post, Brussel Sprout Slaw. That shizz was soooo good. The recipe came out of this book, which also happens to be bible for many die-hard Paleo folks. It all starts with bacon which means there's really nowhere for this dish to go but up. See that sizzle. That becomes the love nest for our brussel sprouts. The recipe calls for a half-pound of bacon, cooked and cut into small dice, then set aside. A pound of mature brussel sprouts are shredded into slaw-like pieces, about 1/8 to 1/4 inch thick. You can use the food processor, but I like to hand-cut mine. It's all zen and stuff. Then, the shredded sprouts are sauteed with all the sizzly leftover bacon love until they are bright green and soft. Like so...
The sauteed slaw is then reunited with the diced bacon, chopped scallions and a tangy dijon-apple cider dressing. If the bacon is Cher, this dressing is Sonny. From Paleo Comfort Foods: 1/4 cup Dijon mustard2 tablespoons apple-cider vinegar3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice1/4 cup olive oil1/4 teaspoon fresh black pepper (or more to taste) Whisk all ingredients together and pour over the slaw. The original recipe called for toasted pecans which I left out. Variations could be anything from the addition of crunchy apples to toasted walnuts and chunks of blue cheese (not Paleo). If swine isn't your thing, use your favorite oil to sautee the brussel sprouts and a generous pinch of salt and pepper. Served warm, the combination of flavors is hard to beat. See that bowl right there. I ate the whole thing after I took photos of it. It is definitely in my "I'll bring a dish" arsenal. Thanks to our friends Laura and Jake for sharing their home and their primal kitchen with us. It was inspiring and delicious!
The first time I ever heard the words vegetarian and restaurant used in the same sentence it was in reference to Moosewood Restaurant in Ithaca, NY. At the time, I was in middle school and the concept of having a restaurant that served vegetarian fare seemed exotic and way far out. Of course, I was eating Burger King Whoppers and Lucky Charms like it was going out of style too. My tastes have drastically changed and this little restaurant has since revolutionized dining and vegetarian fare in the 20th century. "About Moosewood Restaurant: Moosewood (named after a local maple tree) was begun in September 1972 by a group of friends who enjoyed getting together to cook and eat, and who wanted to engage in a community project. The chosen site was an old brick school building which was being converted into shops offices and dwelling units. It took four months to transform a gymnasium into a ready-to-function-restaurant. After the grand opening in January 1973, more friends of the original seven people joined. Moosewood is now a collectively-owned and worker-managed business with 15 members, who participate in all aspects of running the restaurant from deciding policy to planning menus to changing lightbulbs. There is no singular owner and no "boss". Any profit that accumulates is distributed among the workers or recycled back into the restaurant.Fast forward twenty years and Moosewood sounds like my kind of place. You could imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this cookbook while visiting the estate of a recently deceased family member. I collect cookbooks and love vintage items so this gem hit on two of my most favorite things. The book is astounding. Not only was it published in 1977, the entire thing is illustrated and hand-lettered by founding member of the Moosewood Collective, Mollie Katzen. The pages were well worn with time and, in some instances, stained. You can see some of that in the photos I have here. The recipes are a collection of beloved vegetarian recipes that span the international gamut from Middle Eastern, Mediterranean, Russian, Asian, German, Indian and Mexican. There are whimsical descriptions and titles such as "Celebratory Sandwich Fillings", "Cream of Summer Green" soup, "Mondo Bizarro Sauce" and family recipes like "Montana's Mom's Dynamite Cheesecake." Everything about the book shows a true love of food and genuine enthusiasm radiates from the pages.
There are wonderful tips like "A Good Method for Assembling a Green Leafy Salad" and "How to Make Real Corn Tortillas" as well as options galore. The book offers basic recipes and then provides a wealth of ingredients to add or variations of the recipe to try.
For me, the book conveys the art of cooking in a way that invites the user to play and have fun with the ingredients and each illustration reminds the reader to not take oneself so seriously. Check the Beavis and Butthead-esque illustration below. And, cue the whimsy... I mean, how can you NOT smile while reading a book like this! What blows me away is how revolutionary this type of cooking used to be. It took me at least two decades to become educated about the food I eat and the whole-foods based diet that Moosewood has been pimping for 38 years. So much of their foodlove and business ideas revolve around an enlightened perspective that has yet to reach the majority of Americans. The Moosewood people are true pioneers and this book is an indication of the genuine community that exists between people and food. Modern day concepts like Kinfolk Magazine follow a trail blazed by this remarkable community of individuals. Ah-mazing! I love, love, love my vintage vegetarian find. Hope you do too!
Almond & Sugar Crust
Last week, I received a new cookbook as a birthday gift from a dear friend. It was the perfect thing to get me centered in the kitchen again. I've been missing a good session since the holiday baking frenzy. I was super happy to get back to it with this lovely almond cake recipe which, by the way, was so incredibly easy to make. It's all done in the food processor and luckily, I had all the ingredients in house sans the sliced almonds needed for the crunchy crust. The cake is a simple mix of almonds and sugar pulverized together with forever friends, eggs and butter. I opted for a crunchy outer crust made of sliced almonds and demerara sugar which was as simple as buttering the cake pan and lining it with both ingredients before the batter is poured into it. After that, the cake is baked for 35 minutes in a 350 degree oven and voila! Delicious almond cake in a flash. The sugar caramelizes the outside of the cake and the almonds get all toasty and hella-crunchy. The inside is soft and spiked with sweet almond essence. Can I get an amen? You can find the full recipe here. This cake is the perfect accompaniment to your morning cup of coffee, especially with the crunchy outer crust which allows for a satisfying dunk. I'd like to try a crust with maple or lavender sugar . The cake pairs well with fresh berries, berry purees, maybe even a citrus zested dollop of mascarpone. Honestly, it's such a fast and easy recipe, you'll return to it time and again to reinvent it. I could see this working well with hazelnuts in place of the almonds too. I can't wait to show you more from this cookbook. In fact, if you live you the Greater Charlotte area, have an upcoming birthday and are my friend, guess what? Dessert's on me. Seriously. Holler. Oh, and Happy Thursday!
 Birthday Girl! I know, I know. That picture to the left is totally NOT food, but can I tell you something? I had a most amazing birthday yesterday. It was perfect in every way and if the Mister hadn't proposed to me last year I would have said that this year was the best birthday ever.
It was an impeccably constructed day complete with the perfect amount of social interaction and alone time. There was conversation and shopping, birthday dresses and flowers, handmade cards and a bazillion lovely messages from all my buddies, near and far, on Facebook. I felt loved.
Now for the foodlove. I couldn't possibly have posted a Foodlove post the day after my birthday without talking about this quintessential combination of food and love given to me by the Mister. He really outdid himself. I knew something was going down in the kitchen when I spotted clams, mussels, and crab legs in my refrigerator. I returned home from my annual birthday shopping excursion, got comfy in the living room and burned my favorite candle while the Mister made magic in the kitchen. The smells were amazing. Garlic, tomatoes, herb and seafood infused broth. The Mister grilled a few pieces of bread and voila! Birthday cioppino! If you're not familiar, cioppino (pronounced "chop-ee-no") is a seafood stew of sorts. It originated in San Francisco where the Portuguese and Italian fisherman would "chop" leftovers from the day's catch and make a stew. I've had the dish in restaurants but never in my life has someone made me a personal batch of this seafood laden stew. It was full of flavor and packed with shellfish and seafood. Best. Meal. Ever.
Birthday Cioppino
Next came dessert and the Mister's first ever attempt at baking a cake. Oh. Mah. Gah. It was amazing. I had a slice with vanilla ice cream and reveled happily in a birthday food coma for the rest of the evening. I had a piece for breakfast this morning and may or may not have had a piece this afternoon. I love you chocolate cake. I hate you. I also got a new cookbook from a dear friend called Pure Desserts. Looks like I'll have some more foodlove fodder coming up real soon. It's also quite possible that I'll be making some new friends with all the new dessert recipes I'll have to share. Regular Foodlove returns next week. This meal was just too good to not share. What is the best thing someone has made for you in the kitchen? Share away! xoxo
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