leeeeeeeemon

29 04 2009

Living each day as my last.

Lemon. Not my fave, but my colleagues’. And their birthdays, not mine. So I descended into all things citrus.

After having built up this four layer delight to my colleagues, the pressure was on and there was no backing out! Sunday night I made my very first lemon curd and whipped cream for the first time (the pathetic discovery of an American realising how to get the real stuff… rather than the ready made commodity). Then I balanced the ingredients on my bike, cycled to the station and finally enlisted the level-handed cutting of the lovely kitchen goddesses upstairs with the scary task of cutting the layers… and up the tiers went!

Here it is, in all of its glory! It even managed to lure the managing director to take a look. And it was all gone within minutes!!

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In the case that you, too, are a lemon fan:

Makes 1 eight-inch-round layer cake
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature, plus more for pans
3 cups sifted all-purpose flour, plus more for pans
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups granulated sugar
4 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 1/4 cups buttermilk
1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
Grated zest of 2 lemons
3 cups Lemon Curd
Sweetened Whipped Cream
12 ounces assorted fresh berries
Confectioners’ sugar, for dusting

Directions
1. Heat oven to 350 degrees.arrange two racks in center of oven. Butter two 8-by-2-inch round cake pans; line bottoms with parchment paper. Dust bottoms and sides of pans with flour; tap out any excess.

2. In a large bowl, sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

3. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream butter on medium speed until softened, 1 to 2 minutes. Gradually add granulated sugar, beating on medium speed until lightened, 3 to 4 minutes; scrape down sides once or twice. Drizzle in eggs, a little at a time, beating after each addition until batter is no longer slick, about 5 minutes; stop once or twice to scrape down sides.

4. On low speed, alternately add flour mixture and buttermilk, a little of each at a time, beginning and ending with flour mixture. Beat in vanilla and lemon zest.

5. Divide batter evenly between the prepared pans. Bake 25 minutes, then rotate the pans in the oven for even browning. Continue baking until a cake tester inserted into the center of each cake comes out clean, 10 to 20 minutes more. Transfer pans to wire racks to cool, 15 minutes. Turn out cakes; set on racks, tops up, until completely cool.

6. Remove the parchment from bottom of each cake. Using a serrated knife, slice each layer in half horizontally. Set aside the prettiest domed layer for the top of cake. Place another domed layer, dome-side down, on a serving platter. Spread 1 cup lemon curd over surface to within 1/2 inch from edges. Place second cake layer over the first, and spread another 1 cup curd over top. Repeat with third cake layer and remaining cup curd. Transfer partially assembled cake to the refrigerator.

7. Just before serving, place reserved dome on top of cake. Spoon sweetened whipped cream over the top. Sprinkle with mixed berries, and dust with confectioners’ sugar through a fine sieve.

Lemon Curd:
Makes 1 1/2 cups (DOUBLE THIS RECIPE)
3 large egg yolks, strained
Zest of 1/2 lemon
1/4 cup lemon juice
6 tablespoons sugar
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, cold, cut into pieces

Directions
1. Combine yolks, lemon zest, lemon juice, and sugar in a small saucepan. Whisk to combine. Set over medium heat, and stir constantly with a wooden spoon, making sure to stir sides and bottom of pan. Cook until mixture is thick enough to coat back of wooden spoon, 5 to 7 minutes.

2. Remove saucepan from heat. Add butter, one piece at a time, stirring with the wooden spoon until consistency is smooth.
Transfer mixture to a medium bowl. Lay a sheet of plastic wrap directly on the surface of the curd to avoid a skin from forming; wrap tightly. Let cool; refrigerate until firm and chilled, at least 1 hour. Store refrigerated in an airtight container up to 2 days.

Recipe from Martha Stewart





thanksgiving

5 12 2008

27th November: Day 46 of doing one thing as if I was living that day as my last.

What an unexpectedly fantastic Thanksgiving Chez M in Putney! I was treated like part of the family – meaning given a scraper to peal some spuds upon entering the kitchen and when I suggested fishing the seeds out of the orange goop while M’s mom was preparing the pie, I had a bowl of pumpkin thrust in my hands and a hilariously sarcastic Mum telling me to pluck them out myself.

Menu:
Cranberry vodka cocktails
Roasted pumpkin seeds

Turkey
Gravy
Cornbread stuffing
Succotash
Green beans
Carrots
Sweet potato mash
Roasted potatoes
Parsnips
Cranberry sauce
Wine

Pumpkin pie

Tequila and gin shots

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oneohone

5 12 2008

26th November: Day 45 of doing one thing as if I was living that day as my last.

My mother has an expression that describes my great thoughts: “hair-brained-ideas.”

This was certainly one of them.

I only realised how hairbrained this fabulous idea was when it was 1 am on Tuesday night and completely surrounded by pie crust and root vegetable puree.

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The thing was, I had just been so excited about the idea of introducing so many Brits to pumpkin and sweet potato pie. It was unreal to me that none of my colleagues had never tasted this before. So I spent over an hour in Sainsbury’s doing the “looking high and low in a foreign grocery store for all of the American replacements” that I absolutely detest. And then two nights of filling pie crusts. And then a quick trip into Acton to grab some whip for the essential dollop.

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The grand total was a whopping five pies. And the reaction was awesome. Not so much that they liked them (though they did). It was the priceless wonder and interest of a small child who tries a bizarre new creation. Definitely worth it!

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kensington

23 11 2008

22nd November: Day 41 of doing one thing as if I was living that day as my last.

This past week I had someone ask me if I live under a rock.

No joke.

This lovely comment that graced our second conversation since meeting was in regard to a news story about the eighteen month systematic torture of a baby.  Even still, I recognised that the part about the living beneath a boulder was not entirely unfounded.

So on Saturday I hopped on my bike and cycled over the Kew Bridge, six miles east to Kensington.

My first stop was the Natural History Museum where I went to the Wildlife Photographer of the Year 2008 exhibition.  I was awed, not only by the photos, but by reading that capturing the photos often took days, if not weeks of crawling through smelly dung, withstanding freezing and wet weather, and even being subjected to weeks of swarming mosquitoes.

Some of my favourite photos:

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Some of my favourite quotes:

‘Sex for a stick seemed to be the deal in Finland. It’s rare enough to see ospreys mating, never mind photograph them. So to witness such intimate sexual politics was a triumph. Every time the male offered the female a twig, she would mate with him. But if he came home with moss, she wouldn’t.’ -Andy Rouse

‘I was in Finland and for three hours, along with a handful of nonchalant female grouse, watched four males strut, march, fluff, flutter, flounce, shimmy, sashay, “roo-roo-roo”, leap and fight to be judged as the fittest, most promising, most mateable male. The females weren’t so impressed: none of them mated.’-Bence Mate

Oh the parallels…

Then on for my first time to Hyde Park.  By this time I was positively freezing in the 30 degree weather, so I made it quick…

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And finally, my favourite part of the day.  I was browsing in the shops when I noticed an Aveda store.  My back was absolutely killing me from my workouts this week, so I stopped for a fifteen minute chair massage.  I managed to convince the super fabulous Sicilian man to dig his thumbs into my lower back, even though the massages were done for the day.  It was excruciatingly painful, but just what I needed.

Afterwards, with trembling thumbs M dug up tons of free products, gave me my first mince pie and mulled wine, gabbed about where I should visit in Sicily, then insisted in giving me more mince pie and mulled wine and taking my photo when he discovered its newness to me. It was simply ridiculous by an amazing way to end my day! (in addition to some sparkling wine and a chick flick by the fire when I got home)

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yum

17 02 2008

I have amazing friends here who invite me over and feed me!!!

L & her delicious risotto

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J & the lasagna that was worth facing my fear of parallel parking for!!

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soiree

6 02 2008

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So much misguided European thinking that cupcakes are the same things as muffins, I endeavored to set the record on Saturday. With one of my closest Brussels friends heading back to Singapore, I heated up my easy bake oven and produced a sampling of cupcakes for a Surprise Bon Voyage/Happy January Birthdays/Happy Groundhog Day While We’re At It – Party.

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Southern Red Velvet

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Coconut Almond

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Death By Chocolate

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Brussels introductions go like this: “What’s your name? Where are you from? How long are you here for?” Being just a one year-ling, I have had people say they don’t want to invest in short stay transients (but of course not me, they all claim). M was one of the first people I met my first Sunday at church in Brussels and she was undeterred by my drifter status – as she was to let her feet touch the ground longer than I.  Since then I have been a regular fixture in her swanky Sablon flat.

After getting over the surprise of being the one left behind, I can’t help but think that I am so going to miss our long brunches and five hour conversations. and the dinners that end in sleepovers when my car got blocked in. oh yes, the sunscreen smelling coconut tea, rice pyramids, chocolate covered spoons and boursin flavoured pasta whenever I was too overwhelmed to cook last fall. and maybe even her bluntness and ridiculous freak outs. but I guess skype will do the trick for the last two!

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K (who dj’s on the side), S & J, my first arrivals.

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U and T – who dared to bring red wine to my white flat!!

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J & V and their amazing apple struedel.

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U’s first cupcake. ever.

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Two very special women.

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Yes, special would be the word for them.

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And the aftermath:

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Not. Actually, this more makes me feel like a bad host by not forcing more wine!





tasting

20 01 2008

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Tasting season has begun. In the fall it took three times to perfect the moelleux de chocolat (chocolate cake that oozes out warm chocolaty goodness as soon as your fork settles into it). My first three course tasting on Friday required a set of seven forks, seven knives, four glasses and one spoon. It was all delicious… though in my professional opinion I think it needs another round to get it just right! (Yes, I get paid to do this!)
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hot diggety

5 12 2007

Today I visited the famous hot doggery, Gray’s Papaya, for the first time. During my three years of living in New York I had always managed to resist this gourmet hot dog shop, as I conjured Fast Food Nation-esque thoughts of the delicacy that has everything in it but the oink. But today, I gave in to the sign: “Broke? Hungry? In a hurry?”

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Considering I paid for this lunch with just a few quarters (five to be exact), it wasn’t bad. It must be the greasy, salty flavor that keeps people coming back for more.  I think I could probably go another three years.





the thanksgiving that keeps on giving

27 11 2007

….which means I guess that I’m the girl that keeps on taking… with regard to helpings, that is.

As if I didn’t already have enough things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, I have now eaten five rounds of Thanksgiving – last Thursday with Grandma and Mom’s side of the fam, then with K & family, and since then three rounds of leftovers with M, K & K. Check out the gourmet leftovers from M & K… how lucky am I that I have had these nearly professional chefs shaping my palette since I was 13!?

Sweet potato stuffed oranges topped with pecans and a brown sugary sauce. YUM. (Not pictured: the best stuffing ever – coming from the girl who hates stuffing – and succotash!)

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à table… meat, it’s what’s for dinner… again

18 11 2007

J and I have both realized that we are completely inept and fearful about cooking meat. And so we decided to tackle head on.

Meal #1 – Chez J

Carbonnade (chopped up beef boiled in beer and cream), roasted brussels sprouts and fromage blanc cakes with raspberry sauce

Meal #2 – Chez Moi with J and V

Veal cooked in peppercorn sauce, sauteed asparagus, potatoes and pear crumble

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Afterward, our post dinner drink down a bit from Place du Chatelain

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Suggestions for future endeavors?





à table… gordon ramsay’s indonesian offspring

2 11 2007

My Indonesian friend M has the perfect love nest – think rich coffee walls, tasteful black furniture, deep red accents, three windows framed by dangling ivy and ornate wrought iron ledges…. not to mention the flickering tea lights and wax lined wine bottle candle holders…. it’s all enough to make most Americans consider chucking their belongings onto their stoop (yes, fellow brooklynites will claim the stuff within a few hours), jamming what’s left into two suitcases and moving onto a cobblestone street to live the “European dream”.

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Last weekend I got an invite for a cozy evening of Indonesian cooking – me + a select few of M’s colleagues. M started the day before on the chicken and rice, then rose early for the marbelized eggs, fried potato balls, peanut, soy and sprout salad…. When I arrived she thrust banana leaves in my hands and gave me creative license for all finishing touches…

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For such a sassy girl to have crazy cooking skills and a ridiculous apartment to match, it won’t be long before the Belgian men start lining up! …And in the meantime M has earned her right to boast about her cuisine at the water cooler…





à table… the “quelle espèce de con” dinner

27 10 2007

I recently had a Break-Up Dinner for M. This impromptu soirée was on a work night and my first multiple course European dinner that I’ve hosted – the panic I was in, running to the boulanger for pain, the store for a selection of cheeses and then back to my apartment to throw it all together. In the end, I realized, as long as there’s chocolate and plenty of wine, spirits will be lifted.

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The menu:
1. melon avec jambon cru
2. stuffed peppers – with ground chicken cooked with celery and onion, then dijon mustard and chicken broth added to create a glaze, then mixed with rice and topped with sliced almonds and golden raisons
3. cheese – omitted after all
4. chocolate soufflés, raspberry sauce and whipped cream
5. plenty of wine!

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