This week's Banana-Coconut Ice Cream Pie was a bit of an odd duck for me. I think a large part of my problem was the name. It had me expecting lush tropical flavors, but then the chocolate ice cream kind of stole the show and overwhelmed everything else. (Not that there's anything wrong with that...) Since I always judge a book by its cover (and usually the summary inside the flap) I didn't really know what to make of my tropical-sounding, conventional-tasting mini tarts. Which is not to say that were bad, just that I am sometimes a very literal person.
The recipe, as written, called for a coconut-shortbread crust, filled with sliced bananas and chocolate ice cream that was mixed with pureed banana. The tart was to be finished with more sliced banana. If you're keeping score at home, that's a whole lot of banana in one little dessert. (And also not nearly enough coconut, but that's only because I'm addicted to the white stuff.)
I halved the recipe and made two mini tarts, since I'm the only one home for two weeks, and even my level of gluttony couldn't handle a whole ice cream pie. Some folks complained that the banana flavor was too much, so I tried two different versions. One, above, had sliced bananas above and below the ice cream, as written. The second, below, just had bananas in the ice cream, and was topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.
For my taste, the bananas in the ice cream were enough. The flavor still shone through, but I wasn't eating mouthfuls of freezer banana with every bite. Plus, this gave the coconut more of a chance to shine.
I made the chocolate ice cream using Dorie's recipe for Chocolate-Blueberry Ice Cream (omitting the blueberry preserves.) People, it is AWESOME. Mine turned out pretty hard, but there's also a chance I added too much chocolate, since I kept nibbling it after I'd weighed it out and then had to throw a handful into the bowl to make up for it and might have added too much, and surely I can't be the only one who can't be trusted around a bowl of chopped chocolate while baking? Bueller?
Aaaanyhow, these tarts were great, and a nice, relatively easy summery dessert. I'd do them again without bananas and with the whipped cream in a heartbeat. To get the recipe, head on over to Spike's great blog.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
TWD: Banana-Coconut Ice Cream Pie
Monday, May 17, 2010
Apple-Apple Bread Pudding (MY PICK!)
Today is a banner day, my friends! Today is the day that we baked my chosen recipe for Tuesdays with Dorie, the online baking group I belong to. If you're not a member of this group, please understand that this is a Big Deal. There are approximately five bajillion members (give or take a kablillion) so most weeks, we TWD'ers end up making a recipe someone else has picked out. After a year and a half in the group, it was finally my turn, so you'd think I would be excited, right?
Well, I was excited. But I also felt pressure! And fear! And the ice-cold sweat of the guilty upon my brow! You see, everyone wants to pick a recipe the group will love. No one wants to be the one to inflict the TWD equivalent of the infamous Sandra Lee Kwanzaa cake upon their friends. Adding to this concern is my certainty that I have bad TWD karma because I complain about the recipes all the time. It's nothing against Dorie--I truly love this book--it's more about being an obnoxious nitpicky perfectionist who always wants to tweak things and make them just a bit better.
So although I was looking forward to choosing a recipe, I'm also sure that I've cosmically earned whatever apathy or negativity anyone has toward this week's recipe. And what a struggle it was to decide! I've confessed before that I am a bread pudding-holic. It's been a year since my admission, and I still haven't hit rock bottom. So obviously I'd had my eye on her Apple-Apple Bread Pudding since day one. But I had so many doubts: bread pudding isn't a springy dessert! And why use apples when there are so many delicious berries coming into season? And what about all the bread pudding haters? So I struggled. But in the end, I had to be true to myself, and my stomach, and say, as did the wise Kenneth from 30 Rock, "This mess is going to get raw like sushi, so haters to the left!"
This bread pudding was different from any others that I've made. It actually seemed almost more like stuffed French toast. Toasted brioche is slathered with apple butter, then caramelized apples are sandwiched in between the slices, and the custard is poured over the whole thing. As you can see from the picture above, the end result is just about the most delicious--and calorically deadly--sandwich you could have.
I decided I couldn't have my bread pudding going out into the world naked, so I made cinnamon ice cream to go with it. (That linked recipe is just about my favorite ice cream recipe ever. And I swear, the "Elizabeth" who submitted it is not me. I would take full credit if it was!) I reserved some of the ice cream mixture before churning, so some of the bread pudding was served with cinnamon creme anglaise instead. Either way, you can't go wrong!
Here's the truth: I didn't love this right away. Of course I'm an impatient monkey and was there with my tastin' spoon the second I took the bread pudding out of the oven. I risked a burnt mouth to shovel it on in, and...I was disappointed. I don't know if I overcooked it, or what, but it was eggy and not so flavorful. Believe me, I was crushed.
But, not being willing to admit defeat, I kept tasting it in 15-minute intervals. (Ah, dinner, I hardly knew ye.) As it cooled and settled, it got better and better. Turns out patience really is a virtue! By that evening, I liked it quite a bit, especially when served warm with the cinnamon ice cream melting on top.
But the truly happy ending to this story is that I loved it the next day! I don't know what magic my refrigerator worked overnight, but when it was reheated the next day, it was amazing. Moist, flavorful, melting into the ice cream...to die for. I'm looking forward to trying this recipe again this summer with more seasonal fruits, like using fresh peaches and peach jam, maybe with ginger ice cream? Yum!
Thanks to everyone who baked along with me this week! Here are the blogs of my fellow TWD'ers who made it, and here's the recipe:
Apple-Apple Bread Pudding
From Baking: From My Home to Yours by Dorie Greenspan
For the caramelized apples: [I actually made this times 1.5]
3 medium apples, peeled and cored (Fuji or Gala recommended)
3 tbsp unsalted butter
3 tbsp sugar
12 oz egg bread, such as challah or brioche, sliced 1/2" thick and stale
1 cup store-bought spiced apple butter [I used more like 2 cups]
3 cups whole milk
1 cup heavy cream
3 large eggs
5 large egg yolks
3/4 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
Confectioner's sugar or apple jelly, for finishing
Getting Ready: Butter a 9x13-inch baking pan (like Pyrex), dust the inside with sugar and tap out the excess. Line a larger roasting pan with a double thickness of paper towels.
To Caramelize the Apples: Cut each apple into smal lchunks. Put a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat, add the butter, and, when it melts, sprinkle over the sugar. Cook the butter and sugar for a minute or so--you want the sugar to caramelize but not burn, so adjust the heat accordingly. Toss in the apple slices--don't worry if the caramel seizes and lumps, it will melt and smooth out as you work--and cook, carefully turning the apples once or twice, until they are tender but not soft, 3-5 minutes. They should be golden, and some might even be caramelized. Remove from the heat.
To Make the Bread Pudding: If your bread is not stale, spread it out on a baking sheet and bake at 350 F for 10 minutes to "stale" it.
Spread one side of each slice of bread with the apple butter, then cut each slice on the diagonal to get 4 triangles. cover the bottom of the baking pan with half of the bread, arranging the triangles, buttered side up, so that they overlap slightly (don't worry about spaces between the slices.) Spoon over the apples and their liquid and finish "the sandwich" with the rest of the bread.
Bring the milk and cream just to a boil.
Fill a teakettle with water and put it on to boil; when the water boils, turn off the heat. Meanwhile, in a medium bowl, whisk together the eggs, yolks, and the 3/4 cup sugar. Still whisking, slowly drizzle in about one quarter of the hot milk mixture--this will temper, or warm, the eggs so they won't curdle. Whisking all the while, slowly pour in the remaining milk. Add the vanilla and whisk to blend. Rap the bowl against the counter to pop any bubbles that might have formed, then spoon off any foam that has risen to the top. Pour the custard over the bread and press the bread gently with the back of a spoon to help it absorb the liquid. Leave the pan on the counter, giving the bread the back-of-the-spoon treatment now and then, for about 30 minutes.
Getting Ready to Bake: Center a rack in the oven and preheat the oven to 325 degrees F.
Put the baking pan in the roasting pan, slide the setup into the oven and very carefully pour enough hot water into the roasting pan to come halfway up the sides of the pudding pan. Bake the pudding for about 1 hour and 25 minutes, or until a thin knife inserted deep into the center comes out clean. Transfer the baking pan to a rack and cool for at least 20 minutes before serving.
The pudding can be served as is or dusted with confectioners' sugar just before serving. Or, if you want to give the pudding a little gloss, put about 1/2 cup apple jelly in a small pot with a splash of water. Heat until the jelly liquefiees, then brush a thin layer over the top of the pudding. Or...my personal recommendation...serve with lots of ice cream!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Strawberry Babycake
Believe it or not, my brother's wedding cake wasn't the only cake I made last weekend. My other brother Ian has a (completely adorable) daughter who was turning one around the time we were all together for the wedding, so we decided to have a little party and celebrate her. Meet Madeline:
What did I tell you? Completely adorable.
My sister-in-law Amy & I made the cake together, which was a blast. I always feel a little weird "teaching" friends and family in the kitchen, but she endured my ramblings with good humor, and the baby cake turned out pretty darn cute.
We made the teensiest, tiniest layer cake for Madeline: a 6-inch round and a 3-inch round. It was a strawberry cake with a strawberry buttercream, filled with fresh strawberries between the layers. I wish I had a picture of the inside, because it was beautiful: all pink!
It was topped with a ring of fondant rosebuds and a single candle.
Happy birthday, Madeline! What do you think of your cake?
OH REALLY. Well, we'll just eat it for you, then.
Fortunately, we'd also made cupcakes to go along with it, and she seemed to enjoy eating playing with that a lot more.
I think the next post needs to be cake- and family picture-free. Which will be easy, since it's soon time for Tuesdays with Dorie and it's MY PICK NEXT WEEK. Have you made your apple bread pudding yet?! Making mine tomorrow...can't wait!
Monday, May 10, 2010
I Have A Good Excuse, My Brother Ate My Homework
Hi friends! Sadly I had to skip this week's TWD recipe, but I have a really, really good excuse. This past week has been crazy, and it's all my brother Jeremy's fault:
First, let me tell you a little bit about my youngest brother. He & I are pretty much karaoke champions. We have been known to bring down the house with our rousing rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody":
And he has impeccable taste in headgear:
He and my brother Ian love to curl my mom (and me, boo) for exercise:
Our heads make a "boop!" sound when banged together:
He's my partner in adventures large and small:
And, most importantly, he's been looking for love for a long time:
Well, this past year, Jeremy got engaged to a wonderful woman, and they decided to get married last weekend. What do you get your beloved youngest brother for his wedding?
How about a cake?
I volunteered to make their wedding cake as my gift to the couple. They wanted a light, spring-appropriate cake, with white chocolate and strawberries. I ended up making a light butter cake, filled with strawberries and whipped cream, and frosted with white chocolate buttercream.
I was fortunate in that I was able to use the kitchen at work to make the components, so I had access to a big mixer and big ovens. I've done large cakes at home before with my small mixer and single oven, and it's a much more difficult process! The wedding was a 6-hour drive away, so I transported the frozen rounds and buttercream up in my car, and assembled the cake at the location the night before and day of the wedding. It was much less stressful this way.
They went simple and classic with the design: ivory fondant, ivory ribbons, and fresh purple orchids.
They expected about 250 people, so I did rounds of 16", 12", 9", and 6", with the top tier to be saved for their first anniversary. It's always a crapshoot as far as how many people actually show, and how much cake they actually eat, but this time the estimate was amazingly accurate. The cake flew off the serving table:
And was gone, baby. We probably had about a dozen slices to spare, total. (Not counting the few I mangled when I tried to cut it. I still have a lot to learn about serving wedding cake slices!) It was the perfect amount, and I couldn't have been more pleased.
The wedding and reception were lovely, and although you can't trust anyone because they'll invariably lie to you and tell you your food is good regardless of the truth, people seemed to really like the cake. I got a lot of compliments about how it wasn't a traditional wedding cake (ie, dry and super-sweet) and the strawberries and whipped cream combo seemed very popular. I was just so glad to be able to be a part of their wedding day and share my talents with so many of our loved ones.
So as you can see, I couldn't squeeze in any extra baking this weekend, but I have the best excuse possible, and, even better, I have a married brother, a new sister-in-law, and some wonderful memories. Congratulations, Jeremy & Camille!
Monday, May 03, 2010
TWD: Burnt Sugar Ice Cream
I have just 3 letters to describe this week's TWD pick, Burnt Sugar Ice Cream.
Now obviously, this stands forOh-so-delicious
Mind-blowingly
Good
Or, judging by the tasty puddle rapidly forming underneath all my ice cream scoops, despite hours of chilling and lightening-quick scooping, it stands forOutrageously
Melty &
Guzzle-able
Yes, we absolutely loved this ice cream. I am usually lukewarm about ice cream (pun?) but even I couldn't stop eating this...and then licking the bowl...and finally the lid of the ice cream container. The deeply caramelized flavor was fabulous, but more than that, I loved the soft texture that stayed smooth for days, unlike most other homemade ice cream recipes that get rock-hard. In honor of its awesomeness, I made some sugar decorations to gussy up the plain bowls.
[And hey! Remember when I made sugar corkscrews? Well, I recently made a short video showing how it's done. In just two and a half minutes you can learn how too, if you're so inclined. The video is here. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming...]
The husband has had at least one helping a day, under the guise of market research. (So far we have discovered that it's equally good on its own, with warm cookies, and as part of an ice cream float. However, I fear more research is needed.) This will definitely be a recipe we'll come back to again and again. You could say we'reObsessed,
Majorly Smitten, &
Ga-ga
over it.
Want to make this ice cream? Of course you do! Becky has the recipe over on her blog.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesdays with Dorie: Chockablock Cookies
I was so glad that Mary of Popsicles and Sandy Feet picked Chocolablock Cookies for this week's TWD recipe, because after weeks of dueling with bundt pans and tart shells, I was ready for some good old-fashioned cookie love.
But it turns out these chockablock cookies are not your grandma's cookies.
These could also be called "Kitchen Sink Cookies," because they seem to contain everything but. In keeping with the theme of excess, I used as many ingredients as possible. Four kinds of nuts! Three kinds of dried fruit! Three kinds of chocolate! My only regret was not having multiple kinds of oats or coconut to toss in the mix as well.
On a scale of "somewhat" to "very awesome," I would rate these "quite tasty." (Okay, maybe the scale could use some tightening up.) They probably won't replace chocolate chip cookies as my ultimate comfort snack, but they were fun and interesting, and I loved the chewy texture and how every bite had something different.
My one complaint?
They're not so easy on the eyes. With all the add-ins, they're kind of homely little things, bumpy and craggy, hiding their pockets of chocolate instead of flaunting them. What's a photo-obsessed food blogger to do?
Well, I quickly figured out that I couldn't really force them to be more attractive. So then I thought that maybe they would look more delicious if they were presented next to something less so, like a nice refreshing goblet of broccoli:
This might work for confirmed broccoli haters, but I happen to like the green stuff, so it didn't quite work out. What if they were posed next to a huge furry novelty spider?
Well, they're the better looking of the two options, but I'm not sure this picture would pique anyone's appetite. Except maybe the spider's. He looks hungry. I do, however, think we have a winner when the spider is presented on a serving platter:
And a final story about these cookies: I made them the day before I had a big race coming up. I decided to make some extra-large cookies to have as a post-race victory meal, sort of a reward for all that running. So I chose the two most delicious looking cookies of the bunch, and packed them in my car to eat after the race.Well, many hours later, I finished (yay!) and was ready for my big reward. I pull out the cookies, only to find two mashed, mangled discs pancaked together and fused by the powerful Southern California sun. These puppies had been simmering in the heat of my car for 10 hours and were barely recognizable as cookies. They were also extremely fragile and fell apart at the mere grazing of fingertips upon their surface.
So, in a supreme example of poetic justice, I was desperate to eat these ugly cookies--the cookies whose appearance I had already planned on mocking on the blog!--and they were too far gone to be eaten, at least with any semblance of manners or dignity. Wah-wah.
But don't worry, this story has a happy ending. There were plenty of homely but intact cookies waiting for me at home, and I learned a Very Important Lesson about not judging...or something like that. Mmm, cookies!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesdays with Dorie: Cream Biscuits
My mom has been getting a lot of attention on the ole blog, but I don't want you to think that she's the only parenting game in town. Allow me to introduce my father:
In my family, there were a few culinary tasks that always fell to my father: grilling (of course), butchering and filleting fish, and making pie crusts and biscuits. I’m not sure how it is that a man who’s so good at breaking down large fish also has the light touch required for making fluffy biscuits and flaky pie dough, but the fact remains: no one could ever compete with his skills with the pastry cutter. Maybe that’s why I rarely (uh, never) make biscuits myself—I doubt my biscuits now could compete with the biscuits of my childhood, which, in addition to the gobs of butter and jam, also benefit from a hefty heaping of nostalgia.
Nevertheless, this week’s Tuesdays with Dorie recipe called for cream biscuits, so I dusted off my biscuit cutter and got to work. This recipe was unusual in that it didn’t call for butter at all; instead, it gets all its fat from heavy cream. Consequently, these were the easiest biscuits I’ve ever made—no worrying about cutting in cold butter and wondering whether your butter bits are the size of a pea, or a grain of oatmeal, or any other ridiculous food analogy. All you have to do is whisk the dry ingredients and stir in the cream, and you’re done! Easier’n cuttin’ the head offa trout, as my pappy would say.
The resulting biscuits were pretty awesome. Tall, flaky, tender, with a lovely crumb and a firm crust. I’ve always been a sweet biscuit sort of girl, so I ate mine with butter…
and honey…
…and jam.
Okay, so I ate a lot of biscuits! It’s been years since I’ve had them, I was due for a major biscuit binge, and these were delicious. And I won’t say that they were better than dad’s, but I think I need some of dad’s biscuits soon—for comparison purposes, you understand. This is all highly scientific. And then he can grill me some salmon and feed me some pie. For science!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tuesdays with Mommie III: Swedish Visiting Cake, Bork Bork Bork!
You loved her in Tuesdays with Mommie: Linzer Sables.
You laughed with her and cried with her in the sequel, Tuesdays with Mommie II: Chocolate Souffles.
Now prepare to give her your heart and your stomach in the third installment in this trilogy, Tuesdays with Mommie III: Swedish Visiting Cake Bork Bork BORK!
That's right, I'm up in San Jose visiting my parents again, and I talked my mom into baking with me once more. (And how perfect is it that it was a VISITING cake that we made for our visit?) For cooking inspiration, we looked to the Ultimate Swedish Chef:
Only we're hardcore, so we took our lustrous mustaches and cooking implements and gave it a little more of a Swedish Iron Chef spin:
I don't want to trash talk my momma too much, but she was not so excited about making this cake. (Okay, we were not so excited about it.) Let's face it, it doesn't sound too glamorous. The ingredient list is plain, and even the name is fairly modest. It just doesn't have that decadent appeal we look for in a dessert. Even after it was baked, it still looked unassuming.
But the taste? The taste! MERCIFUL HEAVENS, THE TASTE. This cake was phenomenal! We omitted the almonds on the top so it got its flavor from the lemon zest, which was a perfect accompaniment to the fresh strawberries and strawberry-orange sauce. It was light, and moist, with a beautiful sugar crust and a gorgeous texture. We. loved. this. cake.
This is a good cake, as the Swedes would say, "god kaka." [Um, can that be right? Is google translate pranking me?] What an awesome way to end an awesome visit. For the recipe, visit Nancy's blog--she also usually bakes different sized batches and includes the measurements and conversions, which is supremely useful. Bork bork bork!
