I guess it’s no secret that I love lemons! Ever since I was a little girl I had a fondness for them. I remember when I was about 5 years old, my dad had sliced up a lemon and handed me one slice. I think he was hoping to get a sour pucker face from me when I started to suck on it. Well, was he disappointed- it did’t happen.
Jim loves coconut cream pie. I love making it for him. It’s such an easy pie to whip up: the only thing that goes in the oven is the pie crust for a pre-bake. The filling is done on the stove. And then you watch it wistfully as it sets up in the baked shell.
This month we’ve been baking up a storm with Home Baked by Yvette Van Boven. It’s a book filled with recipes that run the spectrum. Homey breads and crackers to cakes, tarts and pastries that reflect her Irish and Dutch background. Fancy canneles and even a croquembouche, for the more special events in life. And March is flying by so quickly that I’m sure I won’t be able to try out all the recipes that I have flagged.
It’s that time again. Bananas are turning. And while I could add them to the bag of frozen bananas in the freezer, I decided that these ones would get used right away. It was a gorgeous, sunny, above normal temperature day here in Toronto yesterday. I had the door open to the balcony, to let the fresh air come through the screen door to keep me company in the kitchen. And it just seemed that part of my morning deserved to be spent baking. So I baked up this cake.
This is the cake that you had as a kid, washed down with a cold glass of milk. It is that cake that every good diner has in a chilled turn table display, tempting you with all its chocolatey goodness. It’s the cake that showed up at special occasions, or the cake that your aunt made when you came to visit. It is THE chocolate cake.
Bread. I love it. I’m not sure about it’s feelings for me though. Somewhat ambivalent, I’d imagine. But that doesn’t stop me from pursuing this relationship. I have accepted that there will be times that I will pay for indulging my bread cravings. But thus far, I’ve accepted the consequences. And for the most part, the side effects are momentary and bearable. So no gluten free for me!
For a dessert that I really only bake up once or twice a year, it has a pretty hard to forget name. And hard to pronounce! (Fish-de-kakah, don’t laugh!) I can’t explain why I don’t bake it up a few times during the winter months, because it is a joy to whip up, and has some of my all time favourite flavours: marzipan and cardamom. And visually, it’s a stunner. It always makes me feel like a snowy day in Sweden or Norway when I decorate it, and makes me wish for a fireplace and fair isle sweaters.
It finally snowed here in Toronto the other night. We took a walk in it down the waterfront by where we live. I will admit, it was so pretty. But so windy!! So I was a tad of a baby, and we didn’t stay out as long as we had planned. But we did get a good snowball fight in, much to the amusement of the dog walkers who passed by. What a lovely feeling it was- that cold snow sticking to eyelashes and hair, the sting in the cheeks from the bitter wind. I am hoping for many more snowfalls before the season is over. Sorry to all you winter haters. But we can’t send winter back, so we might as well embrace it!
As a little girl, I got giddy for December. Actually I resented December. In that my favourite flavours were only relegated to that one month. I couldn’t understand that if everyone loved gingerbread and all the spices that go into it, why only use them one time of the year? What was to stop bakers from using them in November, or why are they forced to stop using them in January? One day I would grow up, and would change this.