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Sunday sweets :: Norwegian Almond Cake

norwegian almond cake

Although Sunday has become official baking day here, it does seem there is a trade-off. Like Sunday is the day when one cannot make custard. Or at least I can’t make custard or anything resembling custard. I tried. A carton of egg yolks later, I had the worst custard I had ever made. With no eggs left, I decided to cheat and use semi-instant custard powder. Clearly been in the cupboard too long and set a new record for my worst custard. Then thought I had found a packet of truly-instant custard in the cupboard, only to find we had clearly put a pretty-much-empty packet back in the cupboard for some reason.

So this cake was supposed to have a layer of thick almond custard. But the gods of custard say no, so no it is.

Which leaves two layers of almond cake and two layers of meringue (one soft, one crunchy) and a bunch of almond pieces on top.

Sickeningly sweet and nowhere near as nice as the proper cake from Rhodes, a newish bakery in Greenwich for which we have fallen head over heels.

Oh well: if the worst thing I can find to whine about is a lack of almond custard, I think things must actually be pretty darn good.

xlovesx

Sunday sweets :: cherry clafoutis

This Sunday’s baking was decidedly not photogenic. But it disappeared in just a few minutes, so I’ll take yummy-if-ugly for this week, I guess. It was also a total cheat: when I travel, I look for mixes in the baking section to see what an instant national classic is like. It’s normally nowhere near as fabulous as making it from scratch, but it’s a strange compulsion just to find something I can’t find here and see how it turns out. So this was a cherry clafoutis mix bought for the princely price of €1.49 in a corner grocer in Paris. Just add milk and cherries and bake for the better part of an hour. (Or be a rebel and add amaretto because if something has cherries, something should have amaretto. That’s what I believe, anyway.)

I am sure this clafoutis recipe would be far more fabulous (and it is obviously very pretty!) but reading the directions in every language but English made this simple mix enough of an adventure for this Sunday.

The bigger event on Sunday was the London marathon—we certainly aren’t running but it starts so close to home that we’ve made it a bit of an annual event with guests for a big breakfast, watching at the starting line then shortcutting over to the six mile mark to cheer some more. We managed to catch a few pictures of Ed – the only person we actually knew who was running – and yes, Peter Andre and Jordan, for a laugh.



Surely her shoulder was in agony by the end of the marathon if he ran like that for the entire race?

xlovesx

Sunday sweets :: banana bread

banana bread

Three Sundays in a row with time to bake has made me very happy indeed! Today’s mission was something for two bananas that had decidedly turned to the cooking phase of colour. Bananas and I have a funny relationship. They seem to have some sort of magical healing abilities, along with Welch’s purple grape juice and a select other few grocery items, to bring me back to feeling myself when I seem to have a bit of a bug (and by magical, I mean more than the average happy fruit feeling, because I could quite happily live on fresh fruit and fruit juice, but please don’t tell my baking cupboard). But there is a very short window in which I actually like bananas. Too green and they have a horrible texture that seems to stay on your teeth for days; too yellow and the taste is just too strong for my liking. I actually prefer them when they are yellow with just a bit of green at the top, and once they have the slightest bit of brown, then they need to sit for a few days in limbo until they become prime baking material. The Boy will tell you I eat them before they are ripe and for this, I am slightly strange. I think he cringes as he watches me eat them green. But we all have our foibles, right?

Deb of Smitten Kitchen clearly has foibles of the other direction and would probably cringe more than The Boy at how I spot my perfect bunch of bananas at the store, since she is one of those people who I can’t fathom: she likes them with brown spots! My shoulders shrivel up at the thought. But anyway, the real reason I’ve brought her into this discussion is because I started with her recipe for this Banana Bread. And she called it Jacked-Up Banana Bread since she chopped and changed it from someone else who had borrowed it and chopped and changed it and so on down the line.

What did I do? I chopped and changed it.
Actually, I made the bread exactly to her recipe with the exception that I only used two bananas (partially because that’s what we had and partially because I actually like my banana bread to be a bit subtle, like I like my bananas). And my chopping and changing came in adding a crumble topping. A crumble topping which I didn’t measure, which makes it completely useless for keeping any real record of what I made, but essentially butter, flour, vanilla sugar, brown sugar and finely chopped salted nuts mixed until it was dry and crumbly. Spread over the batter in the pans and bake just like the Smitten Kitchen recipe. This was my happy medium because I really don’t like nuts in banana bread…but a tiny bit chopped very finely in the topping gives a bit of salt to balance out the sweetness of everything else. Or so I like to believe.

Best served as dessert with nice people who won’t debate that what I grew up calling banana bread is actually clearly a cake. That, and vanilla custard.

xlovesx

Sunday sweets :: macarons

macarons

Loving a very chilled four day weekend. Quiet and creative here—we both have a couple projects that we’re working on, so we are quiet for quite some time, followed by a buzz of swapping ideas back and forth, followed by the quiet of trying out those ideas. Nice to have a little extra time to feed that creativity!

It turns out a weekend like this is perfect for making macarons, since they take so many steps, with waiting built in between pretty much every one. We made a vanilla bean batch following this recipe and they came out better than I could have imagined, since macarons have such a reputation for being tricky little things. Then we got a bit brave and tweaked the recipe to include cocoa powder, chocolate ganache and morello cherry jam. That batch wasn’t as perfect but I don’t think we’ll have any trouble polishing them off.

I could see these easily becoming something of a weekend tradition, but I’m not sure how our waistlines might react! So maybe just a special treat for lovely long weekends like this.

Hope your Easter is a happy one!

xlovesx

Today's blog post has nothing to do with scrapbooking

Pancake Day

and everything to do with the glory that is pancake day.

That is all.

xlovesx

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