This cake speaks Spanish. It has a sultry, seductive, chocolatey nature accented with a chili heat that teases the palate with each bite. It purrs like Penelope Cruz, asking you to follow its taste to that sensual place to which the Latin culture seems to have direct access. This is a cake of unexplored depths, layers of pleasure, and exotic flavor that elicits moans and awakens the rhythm and mystery within. My friend A. requested a chocolate cake for her teenage daughter's birthday, specifying that her daughter really likes Mexico. I envisioned a coming together of flavors I'd experienced before in a Mexican hot chocolate - cinnamon and chili - and infused the frosting with those flavors to top a dark chocolate cinnamon layer cake. I was surprised and excited by the amount of passion these flavors elicited in me, and in the cake as a result.
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Springtime Breakfast Pizza with a Whole Wheat Crust
There is a very specific intimacy that accompanies working
with dough in the morning that differs from other times of day. Both you and
the dough are waking up at the same time, the chemistry between you fresh and
vulnerable, feeling different in the early light. There is a raw sensuality to
the interaction, unclouded by haste or desire, but rather an honest, honoring
approach to starting off your day well-fed and satisfied. Inspired by a recent Pinterest
browse and the contents of my fridge, which held odds and ends of produce from this
past week’s meals, I used the dough as a meeting place for these unattached
vegetables and made a delicious breakfast pizza. Usually, when I've got just a
little bit of this and that, I am grateful for eggs, and will often whip up a
frittata or an omelette with any remaining produce, but this morning I felt
particularly indulgent and wanted to use eggs in a different way. My fridge boasted a few cherry tomatoes, some stalks of
asparagus, two green onions, a handful of portobello and shiitake mushrooms, a
heel of Parmesan, a bit of aged cheddar, a couple rashers of smoky bacon, and a
shallot or two: ingredients just begging to come together in pizza form, with the addition of fresh organic eggs cracked on top of the pizza before it is baked. This pizza makes an ideal breakfast: fresh vegetable flavors
that meld together atop a crispy-then-soft crust, the egg yolks breaking open
sexily across the textured terrain of toppings. Perfect for mornings - or
mornings after.
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Rhubarb & Orange Fool in Meringue Nests
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Caramel & Pecan Sticky Buns
When a cooking magazine cover makes you do a double take from across the room (and upon closer examination far outshines the pouting cover models on display next to it)... you buy it. Such was the case with the April 2012 issue of Bon Appétit. The cover boasts a close-up shot of a stunningly seductive caramel and pecan sticky bun that verges on the pornographic. I immediately bought the magazine and, yesterday afternoon, satiated my lust for this dessert. These sticky buns have it all: buttery, flaky, soft dough that pulls apart; oozing honeyed caramel; roasted crunchy pecans; and a sweet cinnamon butter swirl.
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Saturday, 21 April 2012
NYC in Bites (with a Grand Aioli)
I love experiencing a city through its food - researching in advance, asking locals where the best places are, or those happy accidents where you stumble upon a delicious place in a serendipitous way. I experienced a bit of all of the above last week while staying with my dear friend M. in Manhattan, and wanted to share the highlights with you. I tasted NYC's best cherry cheesecake; experienced country-style Chinese food; waited in line for free gourmet ice cream sandwiches; threw a dinner party with fresh produce from the local greenmarket and got converted to a Dough Brooklyn doughnut lover before ever having my first bite!
Friday, 13 April 2012
Manhattan Floats in Manhattan
I find myself relaxing before dinner on a rooftop with friends at the southern tip of Manhattan, sipping rose, gazing north towards the city that has stimulated my appetite and my ambition since we first 'met' last year. I am here for a week over Easter - eager to experience the city, drink it all in and let it seduce me as it does: in small bites, chance encounters, glasses raised, and avenues traversed. Easter Sunday my friend M. and her husband were invited to an Easter dinner and, in true New York hospitality fashion, an extra chair for 'my friend from out of town' was added. I don't think it hurt that I was advertised as a food enthusiast who would gladly bring her famous homemade ricotta. I felt immediately welcomed into the fold of this assortment of friends. Nothing brings lawyers, writers, actors, musicians, and actuaries together quite like good food, prepared with love. And nothing cements new friendships quite like freeflowing wine, excellent cheese, and homemade Manhattan floats - cherry soda topped with a boozy bourbon ice cream, a sumptuous dollop of vermouth whipped cream and a cherry drunk on moonshine.
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Heirloom Carrot Cake (Gluten-Free) with Creamy Coconut Milk Drizzle
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