The last couple batches of bread I’ve made, I’ve done cold rises on. The theory here is that it means not forgetting it’s rising due to Mommyhood, and therefore having it ready to go at lunch time. So I’ve made the dough in the evening to bake in the morning. First time, I did the cold rise on the first rise. It worked all right except the dough was very difficult to manipulate into the loaf pan for the second rise, ’cause it was, y’know, cold. :) One end was…
I’d intended to make this yesterday, but after going forth to get necessary ingredients and being forced to face down the ungodly crush of people milling about because of the upcoming hurly match, all I wanted to do was hide at home and sob. So Young Indiana and I made this today: a Butter Sponge Cake. Well, cupcakes, anyway. The cake itself is nothing much: sweet but flavorless. The ganache frosting is almost a pudding, and my husband approved of it mightily. The recipe said garnish with whipped cream, and…
Well, I had to do something with the 9 (NINE!) egg yolks left over from the angel food doughnut, so I made some homemade chocolate pudding. It didn’t set up very well (as Ted said, “The thing with pudding is you follow the recipe plus or minus ten minutes of cooking…” and I had been trying to get it done so I /only/ followed the recipe, instead of adding ten minutes of cooking, even though I suspected it was Too Liquidy Still), but it tastes gorgeous. I’m bringing the rest…
I have this wonderful, 70 year old basic cookbook called Meta Given’s Modern Encyclopedia of Cooking. My grandmother had it, my mother inherited it, and years ago Mom went forth on the internet and single-handedly drove the price of the 2-volume set up from about $12 per book to $70+ per book, because she bought every single set available and gave them to family members. Anyway, I’ve been saying for ages that I wanted to start at the beginning of the cake section and bake one of each cake, just…
I dropped by the butchers today to ask if they’d liked the cake. They had; yer man who’d asked for it said it had been devoured and they’d all but eaten the tin. Fighting each other off, they were, he said, and he said to the fellow who was getting me my order, “This is the lady who brought the cake!” And the fellow’s eyes got wide and he said, “It was gorgeous!” So that was great fun. And I said I had another throw-away tin so perhaps I’d have…