It takes all sorts to make a world. At a smaller scale, it also seems to hold true to make a couple. Take that pistachio and rose Basboussa for instance : no finger pointing but one of us just does not get just yet the beauty of this recipe. Given that it’s a recipe for 10 to 12 people, it’s a pretty good thing it does not go stale overnight because I end up eating the whole thing by myself and it takes me a couple of days.
Key takeaway of this pastry class from yesterday : if your nerd in school, a nerd always you’ll be. Here I was scribbling notes on the side of the recipe sheet that was handed over to us, and asking all kinds of questions… imagine my joy when I realized I was heading home with homework : empty choux to fill with the pastry cream 🙂
But first things first, as a respectable nerd, I’m sharing my notes for those who skipped the class. Then I’ll submit myself to the hardest jury one can think of : mother-in-law and husband will assess my work…
If you are a purist, and you’re not famished, you will allow the dough to rest 3 weeks to 6 months before finalizing your gingerbread. This is how it is supposed to be traditionally prepared. If you’re stuck in a snow storm and hungry as it is my case today, you can also get it done in 1 hour.
When not in Rome, you can still do what the Romans do. Meaning, for the matter at hand : Tiramisu ! Continue reading “Tiramisu”
No I did not make up this name, but I did had a crush on this recipe. In the run up to Christmas, baking love cakes seemed quite befitting. So, here you go, bake love !
Cobblers were created when the English settlers in their American colonies were not able to bake their traditional desserts for lack of suitable ingredients. As a French settler, in my humble American colony, often struggling to find my French go-to ingredients, I felt quite entitled to bake a cobbler for our Thanksgiving dinner.
D-5 before baby number 2 is officially due! Last time I was cooking before I was due, I did not have time to finish as we had to head to the hospital and my apricot jam ended up in the trash when I came home 5 days later. This time I’m only going for quick recipes, so nothing gets wasted.
As I’m typing the recipe, I also realize how much I’ve been free styling : changing fruits, removing ingredients and adding some. So this clafoutis is also now sort of my baby. Continue reading “Exotic clafloutis”
A week after Labor Day, not only are sprinklers switched off in the playgrounds, and is the saying “No white after Labor Day” all over the place, but your local farmers market is also giving you a hint it’s the end of summer ( I hate to break the news ) and arrival of Indian summer ( to keep a positive mindset ). No more berries in the spotlights, apple and pear crates are taking over. Continue reading “That’s the way the crumble crumbles”
On Saturday we celebrated the 2nd birthday of our son. As I’m allowing myself to indulge in a little sentimentalism, I can’t help but notice that this number 2 has a strong meaning for us these days : 2 years old having lived in 2 countries, 2nd baby to be born anytime soon, 2nd year living in the big apple… so what was more relevant than a 2 flavor cake ? Continue reading “2 good 2 be true : Choco-vanilla cake “
As surprising at it may sound, the books our 2 year old picks for his bedtime stories are my cookbooks. We end up describing recipes and brushing up on our foodie vocabulary. It’s pretty convenient as it’s also the perfect way to find inspiration and choose the next culinary challenge we’re going to undertake together. Turns out this little gourmet is very much so in love with apricots currently, or “pricots” as he enthusiastically calls them. So here we are : unveiling the secret of our “pricot tart”. We can say in all fairness for a 2 year old it is easier done than said, since the pronunciation is still not flawless but the pie was ! Continue reading “Kid friendly apricot tart”