Strawberry Buttermilk Cake Tuesday, Jun 1 2010 

I feel like I say this kind of a lot, but it’s been a crazy few weeks.  Not only has everyone I know turned one year older, I’ve also driven to Boston and Baltimore in the last two weeks, attended an all-day concert, and, you know, worked occasionally.  As if it hasn’t been busy enough around here, Boyfriend also got some pretty great news recently that has resulted in a group effort to move him from Boston to Baltimore in under two weeks.  So this weekend, instead of the leisurely weekend of relaxing at a bed and breakfast in PA to celebrate our anniversary, we’ll be packing up his life (for the second time in under a year), and moving it down to Maryland.  We’ll also be watching the NCAA National Lacrosse Championships live from some great seats, which is the Memorial Day activity Boyfriend has been hoping to have for several years.

But all this pack-up-and-move, find-him-an-apartment, drive-up-and-down-the-East-Coast thing is sort of taking a toll on my culinary adventures.  I can barely get in the time to sleep, let alone cook, bake, or write, and the sugar high I’m on after a month of birthday cakes has yet to subside.  But of course there were more celebrations to be had, including perhaps the most interesting yet – a non-dessert eater.

How anyone manages to get through life without the occasional bite of chocolate or bowl of ice cream is certainly beyond me, but the birthday girl eats neither.  She also, of course, doesn’t eat cake, but what is a birthday without cake!? Instead, she routinely requests an apple bread (we’ll talk about that later) that, while delicious, is by no means a celebratory affair.  I know it’s her birthday and she can celebrate however she sees fit, I just can’t handle missing the opportunity for a cake.

I did manage to exercise a bit of restraint though.  I didn’t bake a layer cake, and I didn’t make any buttercream.  In fact, baked into a loaf pan, this might just be mistaken for a sweet bread with a soft, moist little crumb.   But it’s not, and do you know why it’s not?  Because it was her birthday.  And on birthdays, we eat cake.

Strawberry Buttermilk Cake with Orange Glaze

Adapted from Gourmet, the late, great love of my life 

1 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp baking soda

4 tbsp salted butter, softened

2/3 cup sugar

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

1 egg

1/2 cup buttermilk

1 cup strawberries, thinly sliced

Zest and juice of one orange

1/2 – 1 cup confectioner’s sugar

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease and flour a 9-inch cake pan.  Lay half of the strawberries flat on the bottom of the pan in a single layer.

In a medium bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and baking soda.  In a separate, large bowl, cream together butter and sugar, then add vanilla and egg.  Beat until combined.  Slowly add dry ingredients to wet, alternating with the buttermilk, starting and ending with the flour.

Once the batter is combined, pour it into the pan on top of the strawberries.  Lay the other half of the strawberries flat on top of the cake.

Bake for 25-30 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean.  The cake will be quite brown.  Cool on a rack for 10-15 minutes, then invert onto a plate.

To make glaze, whisk confectioner’s sugar into orange zest and juice until it achieves the right consistency and a milky, soft orange color.  Pour over cake slices just before serving (it’ll soak into the cake – which may not be a bad thing…)

White Chocolate Coconut Rum Cake Monday, May 17 2010 

I may have mentioned before that I’m really, really, horrifically bad at remembering birthdays – it’s the number one reason I keep an up-to-date calendar, and even that isn’t foolproof.

And May is The Month of Birthdays.  Literally every weekend (and several week nights) is dominated by cake, ice cream, and presents.  I can’t even estimate the amount of icing I eat in May, but suffice to say it’s too much.  So I suppose I should’ve expected to screw something up sooner or later, but I may have really picked the wrong birthday to skip.

It goes without saying that Boyfriend and I work hard to see each other at least once a month.  Since we haven’t seen one another since early April, the ideal time for me to head up to Boston would’ve been the very first weekend in May – only my cousin was turning 21 and I was otherwise occupied screwing up cupcakes and taking birthday shots with her.  Mother’s Day weekend?  His parents were visiting.  Which brings us to last weekend, when I finally got to make the trip…much to Cousin’s dismay, since she turned 25 while I was in Boston. Obviously, I’m the worst cousin in the whole world.

To chip away at the years of penance I’ll certainly have to do to make up for my stupidity, I had to at least bake a cake for her.  And what was her reaction to the two-layer white chocolate coconut rum cake I presented her with?

“Um, you know I don’t like coconut, right?”

The hole I’m in just keeps getting bigger.

White Chocolate Coconut Rum Cake

I found these layers ridiculously flat – either my baking soda/powder is dead, or I lost something in the merging of too many recipes and ideas to count. Regardless of its teeny little proportions, it was delicious – moist, sweet, and just enough like coconut rum to remind Cousin that while she doesn’t like shredded coconut, she definitely likes the kind that can give you a good buzz.

For the Cake

1 cup sugar

1/3 cup butter

2 eggs

2 tbsp white rum (+ 1 tbsp extra for brushing onto cake)

1 1/2 cup flour

2 tsp baking powder

1 cup milk

1 tbsp vanilla extract

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and grease two 8-inch cake pans.  Cream butter and sugar together in a medium bowl until pale yellow and creamy.  Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.  Stir in rum.

In a separate bowl, mix flour and baking powder together.  Slowly add to the wet ingredients, beating until incorporated.  Add milk and beat until smooth.

Pour into prepared pans and cook for 30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean.

When the cake has cooled, poke holes all over cake with a toothpick and brush it evenly with a mixture of 1 tbsp rum, 1 tbsp vanilla extract, and 2 tbsp water.

For the Icing

1 3.5-ounce coconut white chocolate bar (I literally used this only because the store I was at had no other white chocolate; I imagine a regular white chocolate bar – or even white chocolate chips – and a bit of coconut extract or coconut rum would work in place of this)

1 ½ sticks butter, softened

4 tbsp milk or cream

1 ½ cups confectioners sugar

In a double-boiler over medium heat, melt the chocolate bar with the milk/cream.  Once the bar is completely melted, let the mixture cool slightly.

In a separate bowl, beat the butter until creamy.  Add sugar to butter and beat until combined.  Add chocolate, and beat until combined and creamy.

To assemble

If you’ve opted to freeze the cake, defrost it before assembly.  Line a cake plate with parchment paper, and place the first layer in the center of the plate.  Use roughly 1/3 of the icing to cover the top of the base layer.  Lay the second layer on top of the iced bottom layer.  Use the rest of the icing to cover the cake.

Lime Layer Cake Saturday, May 8 2010 

I have an oddly high amount of amusing Disney World stories.  It’s not as if my family vacations there every year and I have 24 years of material – it’s just that weird shit happens to us there.  I mean, weird shit happens to us a everywhere, but especially in Disney.

There was the time I got bronchitis there and we had to take a cab to the doctor and explain to him that this was, in fact, a fairly normal occurrence for me and that his best course of action was to prescribe drug XYZ so that I could breathe without hacking up my left lung.  Which was not so much weird as entirely, pathetically, predictable given that I got bronchitis like clockwork at the same time every year well into my teenage years.  Also, our cab driver brought my poor, sick little self a Minnie Mouse doll and didn’t even flinch when I unceremoniously coughed all over God’s green earth and every inch of his cab to and from the clinic.  Bless his heart.

Then there was the petting zoo.  Because I was that kid at an early age (24 years and counting, baby!), I insisted on constantly wearing dresses.  My mother weathered many an incredulous across-the-playground stare from other mothers when her daughter insisted on climbing trees in her ballet tutu and patent leather shoes.  I actually still have a scar on my knee from falling off of my scooter while wearing that exact outfit.  Because of course I do.  And in case you were wondering, no, I did not take dance for more than one month (which was the amount of time it took my family to unanimously decide that I’m quite possibly the least graceful person any of us has ever met) as a child. Anyway.  The petting zoo.  I was obviously wearing a sundress, and it was obviously beautiful, and the goat obviously shared my opinion on its splendor, because he started to eat it.  That’s right: the goat I was politely petting reached his bigass, dirty buck teeth right through the wooden fence and started munching on my dress.  And there I am, confused, because my sundress is literally disappearing before my very eyes and I’m wondering if perhaps the goat is going to decide that maybe he wants to try something a little meatier, like, you know, my leg.  How am I recalling this event with such clarity?  Well, clearly we have it on video.  I assure you that within moments of this entry posting I will receive a phone call from Boyfriend requesting this video be brought to Boston for his viewing pleasure when I visit next week.  The joys of my childhood and 21st century technology, people.

And finally, during my last time at Disney, my freshman year of high school, there was Epcot.  My family loves Epcot.  We may never get back there because we have this crazy life goal of working our way through freaking Europe, but I think that actually has a lot to do with our love of Epcot and its worldliness.  We were (in typical fashion) eating our way through the Epcot countries and Dad got a piece of pie.  Because these were my picky-eater days and I am an idiot, I didn’t know what kind of pie it was.  Nor did I look when he offered me a bite.  Nor did I ever think to ask what kind it was, beyond uttering the phrase “is there meat in this?” immediately after swallowing it…which made my parents dissolve into incoherent laughter, as it was key lime pie.  And as you’re probably aware, there is no meat in key lime pie.  Ever.

I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard that last story.  Suffice it to say that it’s been repeated once or twice.  And I have no doubt I’ll be enduring it even more than usual in the common week for two reasons: a) because I stupidly decided to post about it on my blog, for godssakes, and b) because for his birthday my Dad requested a “lime cake…with no meat, please.”

Obviously.  Because didn’t I walk right into that one?

Lime Layer Cake

This is not a cake for the faint of heart – it’s really lime-y.  Dad loved it, because he loves lime.  I actually thought it was really good combination of curd, cake, and icing, but I thought the cake was a bit dry – I would advise brushing the cake with either simple syrup or a combination of lime juice and water after it cools (poke it all over with toothpicks first so the cake absorbs the juice).  If you’re concerned about being overwhelmed with lime, I would take the lime out of the cake itself and just make a plain white cake with lime curd and icing.  Also, my limes were not at all as juicy as I was anticipating. Not that the lime taste was muted by any means, but if your limes are on the large and/or juicy side, I would use less in the cake and icing.

For the Cake:

Adapted from this cake


1 ¾ cups sugar

¾ cup butter, softened

3 large eggs

3 cups all-purpose flour

½ tsp baking powder

½ tsp baking soda

½ tsp salt

¾ cup milk

Butter/cooking spray

Zest and juice of two limes

Preheat your oven to 300 degrees and grease three 8-inch cake pans.  Set aside.

Cream together butter and sugar in a large bowl until pale yellow and fluffy.  Add eggs one at a time, beating after each egg is added.  Add lime zest and juice.

In a separate bowl, mix together salt, baking powder, baking soda, and flour.  Add one third of this mixture to the butter/sugar and beat until mixed.  Add half of the milk and beat. Repeat until all of the flour and milk have been added (you should start and end with the flour).  Pour the batter into the prepared pans (it’s going to be fairly thick).

Bake for 12-15 minutes, or until the center is set.  After removing from the oven, take the cakes out of their pans and allow them to cool completely on a wire rack.

If you’re making the cake more than a day in advance, wrap each layer individually in plastic wrap and freeze.

For the lime curd:

Adapted from allrecipes

1 cup sugar

1/4 cup butter

3/4 cup lime juice (it took me more than 3 limes to get this much juice)

1 tbsp lime zest

2 eggs, beaten

In a double boiler over medium high heat, combine sugar, butter, lime juice and lime zest.  Heat, stirring occasionally, until butter melts.  Once the butter has melted, slowly add 2 tablespoons of the hot lime mixture to the beaten eggs, mixing vigorously during the addition.

Lower the heat on the double boiler to medium, and slowly whisk the egg mixture into the butter/sugar/lime mixture.  Cook, stirring occasionally, for 20 – 25 minutes, until the mixture coats the back of the spoon.  Cool completely and store in an airtight container in the refrigerator if not using immediately.

For the icing:

Adapted from this icing

4 tbsp butter, softened

3 tbsp milk

1 1/2 cups confectioners sugar

Zest and juice of 2 limes

2 cups heavy cream

Green food coloring (optional)

Mix together butter, milk, sugar, lime zest, food coloring and lime juice in a small bowl.  Set aside.  In a large bowl, beat cream until stiff peaks form.  Fold butter/sugar into whipped cream until combined.   Cover and refrigerate until you’re ready to construct the cake.

To assemble:

If you’ve refrigerated or frozen the cake, allow it to come to room temperature.  On a cake plate lined with parchment paper (more detail in the assembly of the Cannoli Cake), lay the first cake on the plate (because of the low cooking temp, the cakes should be fairly flat – if you wish to get them flatter, cut the domed top carefully off prior to assembly).  Cover with about half of the lime curd mixture (this will be a really thin layer, as you don’t need much; if you overfill this, it will ooze out the side of the cake and make icing the cake a challenge).  Lay the next cake on top and repeat.  Finally, put the last cake on top and ice the top and sides with the whipped cream icing (I had a little extra icing and curd when I was done, so don’t worry about using every ounce of either).

Alternately:

I thought about cutting each cut in half and making it six layers, each with a thin layer of lime curd, but I was really pressed for time and didn’t get a chance. I think it would’ve helped out a bit with the dryness I noted in the headnote of the recipe…If you go in that direction, I’d love to know how it went!

Red Velvet Cupcakes and Pomegranate Buttercream Monday, May 3 2010 

I’m sort of a cynical person.  I’m adamantly stubborn and incredibly sarcastic, and I rarely believe things I find to good to be true.  But I have a bad habit of putting an unreasonable amount of faith in new recipes.  I don’t know why this is – I just always assume that every recipe I try will work out flawlessly, perfectly, and effortlessly the very first time.

Obviously, it doesn’t always happen that way, and I’ve had my share of kitchen trauma.  I always feel guilty blaming the recipe when something fails.  Usually, I blame a variety of things: my failure to read specific instructions, the food itself, the ingredients, myself…the list goes on.  But I never want to judge something I’ve only tried once too harshly, since it could very well be my fault that it didn’t turn out right.  In fact, considering the sources of some of the recipes I’ve bombed, I’d say that’s a fairly reasonable guess.

But the cupcakes – I don’t necessarily think the cupcakes were all my fault. Nor do I think they were a complete failure, since they set up a little more the next day and lost the weird, jelly-like substance buried at the bottom of their cupcake liners under a deceptive, moist layer of cake.  But even if you looked passed the gelatinous depths of the pretty pink cakes, they had bigger problems: they failed to rise at all, and they just looked so pathetically diminutive in their half-filled cups.  There was no beautiful sloped top, no cute muffin-top puff over the edges of the liner, no nothing.  Just under-filled and underwhelming cakes, which were so cloyingly sweet that the taste just lingered in my mouth, coating my teeth with sugar and shattered dreams.  I knew the instant I pulled them out of the oven I’d be chucking them and starting from scratch.

And I did start all over, but here’s the thing – if I really cared to know whether it was me or the recipe that failed, I’d try again.  Unfortunately, I’ve never been a scientist, and I don’t like to waste handmade baked goods.  Instead, I scrapped that recipe, and found a red velvet cake recipe with over 100 successful attempts on All Recipes and a buttercream I already knew how to make. Because sometimes new just isn’t better, and when my cooking confidence is shaken, it takes a slam-dunk recipe to set it back on its feet.

Red Velvet Cupcakes

Adapted from allrecipes

Makes 20 cupcakes

1/2 cup butter

1/2 cup sugar

2 eggs

1 cup buttermilk

1 fluid ounce red food coloring

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 1/2 tsp baking soda

1 tbsp white vinegar

2 cups all-purpose flour

1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder

1 tsp salt

Preheat oven to 350 degrees and line or grease your cupcake pans.

In a large bowl, cream together butter and sugar until pale yellow.  Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition.  Add vanilla, buttermilk, baking soda, and vinegar, and stir to combine.

In a separate bowl, mix flour, salt, and cocoa powder together, then slowly add the wet ingredients.  Mix until combined. Add red food coloring and mix until the color is uniform.

Spoon batter into cupcake liners, filling each about 3/4 of the way.  Bake for 15 – 20 minutes, until a toothpick inserted into the cake comes out clean.  Cool completely.

Pomegranate Buttercream

1 ½ sticks butter

2 cups confectioners sugar

4 tbsp whole milk or half and half

2 tbsp pomegranate schnapps

In a large bowl, cream together butter and confectioners sugar until pale yellow.  Stir in milk and schnapps until creamy and pale pink.

Keep refrigerated until use.

The Most Exciting Development Friday, Apr 30 2010 

Forgive my shriekiness (PS: “shriekiness” is a word? I totally thought I made it up, but my trusty spellcheck apparently begs to differ…good to know…) about this; it’s simply inavoidable – THE SMITTEN KITCHEN IS BECOMING A COOKBOOK! I’m sorry – I’m completely beyond excited, and when I’m this excited, my sentence structure is really questionable at best.  So let’s revert to some trusty bullet points to address my obsession, shall we?

– I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I love love love the Smitten Kitchen.  The writing, the photography, the unbiased reviews of everything that crosses their dinner table…it’s just so right.

– My morning routine goes a little something like this: drag self out of bed, compile “professional work outfit,” suck down two shots of espresso from the best Christmas present ever, drive to work, turn on computer, open email, type in www.smittenkitchen.com. FIN.

– Deb, Deb, Deb.  I feel like I know you. Even though I’m that creepy girl who reads your blog compulsively without EVER commenting (I know, I know, where are my manners!?), I hang on every word of advice you’ve ever given.  It’s ok guys, I’m totally not a groupie. I totally don’t accept Deb’s word as truth and reject recipes purely on the basis they didn’t work out for her (Although, to be fair, if they didn’t work for her, what are the odds that I can make them happen? Nil, people. The answer is zero chance.). 

– The CAKE ADVICE. Because large-scale cake-baking is suddenly and irrationally my new favorite hobby (especially this month, as I have FOUR, count them – FOUR, upcoming birthdays to contend with), I need these words of experienced wisdom.  I need them like I need my red wine and chocolate, and I think we all know that those are needs that simply must be addressed whenever they strike. Case closed.

– If you think that my immediate response to this information was to send Boyfriend the aforementioned link with the text “This is what you’re buying me for Christmas 2012. No, that is not a typo, and yes, I know it’s April 2010.”, then you win.  Congrats! (I have no prize for you; please check back later).

BOTTOM LINE: I am EXCITED, people. And I’m 99.9% certain most of you are, too.

Huevos Rancheros Tuesday, Apr 27 2010 

When I went to the farmers market last week, they had a ton of avocados…and they were on sale.  I love avocado.  To me, it screams SUMMER! and BARBECUE! and PARTY! and I wait for them to show up in the spring and summer in all their celebratory glory.  But when they’re finally back, I have no patience: I’ve squeezed their hard green skin twice a day, every day, since the instant I bought them.  Believe me, if there had been riper ones for the taking, this post would’ve happened three days ago.

Alas, this morning, they finally felt ready, but in the blur of my espresso-making, high-heel-wearing, can-I-put-together-a-matching-outfit-for-work-today morning, I didn’t have a spare second to do anything with them.  So, for another day, I pined for them.

Finally, after the gym, I sliced one open and scooped out its supple, buttery interior.  Ahhh, summer – I’ve missed you.  I whipped up a quick riff on huevos rancheros to make my dinner a little more, uh, substantial, but I won’t lie to you and say that it wasn’t all about the avocado.  Well, I suppose it was also a little about the cilantro I cut from what has become a very eager, thriving little plant, considering it lives on my windowsill and I forget to water it more often than not.  But mostly?  Mostly, it was the avocado that did it for me.

Huevos Rancheros

No beans, and I used canned salsa.  Sue me – I couldn’t wait another minute to eat my precious avocado.

1 egg

1 tortilla

1/2 avocado, cubed

1/4 cup shredded cheese

2-3 tbsp salsa

2 tsp minced onion

Salt, pepper, crushed red pepper flakes, to taste

Cilantro (optional, for garnish)

Spray a skillet (large enough for the tortilla to lay flat on the bottom) with cooking spray.  Heat the skillet over medium-high heat and lay the tortilla flat inside.  Sprinkle the cheese on top of the tortilla, letting it start to melt.  Crack the egg over the top of the tortilla.  Cover the pan with a lid, and let the egg cook for two minutes or so, until the white is nearly set.  Flip the entire thing, tortilla, cheese, egg and all, over in the pan. Cook until the egg is set, then slide out of the pan, egg side up.

In a bowl, mash the cubed avocado, onion, salt, pepper, and hot pepper flakes together.

Pour salsa on top of eggs, then add avocado on top of the salsa.  Sprinkle cilantro on top.

Cheddar Cheese Crackers Thursday, Apr 22 2010 

A few weeks ago, Boyfriend and I had dinner at Perbacco in NYC.  While we were enjoying our wine, the waiter brought a a basket of crisp, frail little breadsticks.  They were absolutely adorable, and entirely addictive – until I bit into one flavored with anise seed.

I’ve never liked black licorice.  I eat around black jelly beans, I can’t stand Jäger, and I don’t eat fennel.  It’s such a bizarre taste to me – oddly sweet, but immensely pungent and overbearing.  And it tastes a little like medicine.  Boyfriend, in his continued quest to eat literally everything, loves black licorice.  When I returned from Italy last year, one of the foods I brought back was a comically long string of red licorice.  While he chomped away on it, I bemoaned the fact that it had takened me days to find one that wasn’t the dreaded black licorice – and he asked me why I bothered, since he likes them both equally.  And I can honestly say that he might be the only person I’ve ever met for whom that is true.

Anyway, since I knew he’d like it, I gave the rest of the offending breadstick to him.  But because I’m a glutton for punishment, I tried another one a few minutes later…and I didn’t hate it.  I mean, I didn’t love it, but I didn’t spit it into my napkin either.  Intrigued by the idea that this spice might grow on me if I kept trying it, I bought a jar of anise seed the following week and used it to flavor the cheddar cheese cracker recipe I’d been eyeing for months.

I want to be clear here: these are essentially Cheez Its.  Handmade, grown up Cheez-It’s, but Cheez-It’s none the less.  This is, in part, why I adore them.  My family has an odd fascination with Cheez-It’s, and having the ability to quickly and easily create them without any of the unpronounceable ingredients is an opportunity I intend to take full advantage of from here on out.


Cheddar Cheese Crackers

Adapted from my beloved Gourmet, may it rest in peace

1 1/2 cups grated cheddar cheese (about 1/4 lb.)

1 cup flour (I used whole wheat, but regular, AP flour will work, too)

3/4 stick butter, cut into tablespoons

1/2 tsp salt

1 1/2 tbsp milk

1/8 tsp ground anise seed

Preheat oven to 350 and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

Pulse cheese, flour, butter, salt, and anise in the food processor until it forms a coarse meal.  Add milk and pulse until the mixture forms a dough.

Turn dough out onto a floured surface and roll to 1/8 inch thickness.  Using a knife or pizza cutter, slice dough into 1 inch by 1 inch crackers.  Lay crackers on baking sheet, leaving a little space between.  Bake until golden: about 15 minutes.

Remove the crackers from the baking sheet, and allow them to cool on paper towels.  Once they have cooled, store in an airtight container (mine are still good on day 7).

Lemony Potatoes Thursday, Apr 15 2010 

I’ve been in sort of a cooking rut for the last month or so.  Not only have I been busy traveling, but the weather has alternated infuriatingly between summer and winter, preventing me from fully embracing the gorgeous spring produce I’m so looking forward to.  It’s also severely affecting my ability to breathe, as my allergies have spiraled out of control of late, but that’s a story for another day.

A story for this day, however, is the one about these potatoes – because unlike the weather and my sinuses, I am very much ready for summer.  I’m already looking forward to beach weather and rediscovering a desire to eat a garden-fresh salad for dinner, as opposed to thick, tummy-warming chili.  Unfortunately, the farmer’s market isn’t quite with me.  Yes, we’ve gotten asparagus from the grocery store that was shipped from God-knows-where, and I had my first Sam Summer of the season last weekend, but the Jersey tomatoes, corn, and strawberries that we rave about all summer long have yet to make their triumphant return.  And it’s a damn shame, I tell you, because I’m 1,000% sure they’ll be enthusiastically received when they finally do show up.

Till then, I’m stuck with winter’s scraggly remnants.  I realize I’m not alone in this, and that most food bloggers worth their salt have been writing about their potato/squash/Brussel sprout woes for months now.  But just because I was stuck with potatoes didn’t mean I couldn’t make them summer-y – the weather outside was gorgeous and spring-like, and I challenged my kitchen to replicate the sunshiny promise of the warmer months ahead.  Doused in  what is essentially a lemon dressing/sauce, these potatoes manage to be light and fresh, with an unexpected bite.  Satisfying and healthful, a month or so before I wriggle into a bikini?  Yes – I think this was a wise choice.

Lemony Potatoes

2 potatoes, washed, peeled and slices into 1/4 – 1/2-inch slices

1/2 cup water

2 tbsp lemon juice

1/8 tsp black pepper

1/8 tsp red pepper flakes

2 – 3 tbsp olive oil (the more oil you add, the less acidic the final product will be)

Salt, to taste

1 tsp garlic

2 – 3 sprigs fresh thyme, leaves removed from stems

1/4 – 1/2 cup chopped baby spinach

Grated Parmesan cheese

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees.  Butter the bottom of a glass baking dish (you want it to be large enough to spread the potatoes out evenly, without much overlap/crowding.

In a bowl, mix water, lemon juice and spices, then whisk in the dressing until the whole thing comes together.  Add potatoes to the bowl, mix to coat the potatoes.  Pour all of it into the baking dish (liquid and all), and cook for 30-35 minutes, until the potatoes are fork-tender, but not browned.  The liquid should have thickened in the oven.

Remove from the oven, but don’t turn it off.  Add the spinach and cheese, then cook for another 5-10 minutes, until the cheese melts and the spinach wilts completely.  Remove from oven, stir, and serve immediately.

Perbacco Saturday, Apr 10 2010 

Several weeks ago, I happened to be visiting Boyfriend in Boston during the city’s Winter Restaurant Week.  And what a week it was – our dinner at Brookline’s La Morra was quite possibly the best meal I’ve eaten in my life.  Four delicious courses and a wine flight later, Boyfriend and I found ourselves in a food-induced haze of happiness.  Now, you’ll have to forgive the lack of photos and/or posting about that meal, as I was far too caught up in our beautiful little date to consider snapping a photo of my steak, which was, by the way, melt-in-your-mouth, perfectly cooked, utter bliss swimming in a sea of chianti-laced sauce.  Swoon.

In an attempt to replicate the experience, we met in New York on Thursday for dinner at Perbacco, before a night of exploring the bar scene in and around the East Village.  We I chose the restaurant’s specifically because of its mention in this New York Times article.  Perbacco was, and I mean this in the best way, not what I had expected.  First, the restaurant is not nestled on a quiet side street and staffed by white-aproned waiters.  Rather, it’s planted right in the midst of the hustle and bustle, and its waiters hover outside, enthusiastically greeting passers-by.  Its menu is structured as most Italian restaurants’ are – extensive wine list, antipastas, soups and salads, primi and secondi, and, finally, dolce.  Boyfriend and I opted to split Sicilian rice balls, which were fried crisp on the outside, and filled with a warm mix of melting mozzarella and white rice.  Along side a smooth tomato sauce, they were a delicious start to the meal (though I did wish for a bit of a kick with the tomato sauce).  For the main dish, Boyfriend opted for salmon and I chose the beef tenderloin.  Both were fantastic – the pine nut sauce, accompanied by shallots, mushrooms, and chestnuts, that lay under my steak was creamy, rich, and perfectly seasoned; Boyfriend and I sopped every last bit of it up with soft, Italian bread.

Full and satisfied, we opted out of dessert and strolled through the East Village enjoying the unseasonably warm weather.  Amongst the bustling excitement of the city, on our way to one of our favorite bars, we happily declared our date a success.  And thanked Frank Bruni for his wonderful recommendation.

Double Chocolate Scones Saturday, Apr 3 2010 

Easter is one of those holidays where, like Christmas, everyone gets up early.  For Brother and I, it was because there were gifts to be opened (in the form of adorable, bunny-shaped Easter baskets) before Church started.  And, of course, I had to allow time to dress in my frilly, white Easter dress and matching hat.  Of course.  But a girl never grows out of dressing for the occasion, so if you think for one second that I’m lying when I tell you that Cousin and I went searching for Easter hats last week…well then, please reread my last hundred or so entries.  Because of all the bad life choices I’ve made, Easter-hat-shopping, even though we came up empty-handed, will never be one of them.

So for all of you who will be up early tomorrow to dress up for Church and egg-hunting, might I suggest some  scones for breakfast?

Double Chocolate Scones

I used half whole wheat flour, half white flour here, and you really can’t tell the difference…plus it makes me feel better about it.  I also cut the scones into the shape of crosses…mostly because I like holiday-themed anything.

2 cups flour

1 tbsp baking powder

4 tbsp sugar

1/2 tsp salt

5 tbsp butter, chilled and cut into cubes

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup half-and-half or cream

2 tbsp cocoa powder

2 oz. white chocolate, chopped

1 tbsp vanilla extract

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

In a large bowl, mix the flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, and cocoa powder together.  Using a pastry cutter, incorporate the butter.  When it is broken up into small clumps throughout the dough, add the cream, milk, and vanilla, and stir just until a dough is formed.  Add the white chocolate and mix just until evenly incorporated.

Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and knead to bring all the bits together.  Once the dough forms a cohesive ball, either press it into an 8-inch cake pan, then turn back out onto the floured surface and cut into wedges, OR use cookie-cutters to create shapes, pressing the extra dough scraps back together and repeating until you’re out of dough.

Place the scones on the lined baking sheet and bake for 10-15 minutes.

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