plonq: (Just Chillin)
On our last order for grocery delivery, I sneaked in a 500ml carton of egg whites. I wanted to do things with egg whites, but I hate separating them (and also, that leaves me with yolks to deal with).

My first thing was to make some meringue cookies. I'd been working on those when I first retired, but I gave it a break after getting pretty good at them. It's been long enough that I think I can tackle them again without becoming "that crazy meringue guy".

When I looked up a recipe for them, I noticed that they listed alternatives for Italian and Swiss meringue as well. I've heard of the latter, but not the former. They all call for the same ingredients - it's just the process that is different. Swiss meringue looks like it would be too fiddly for my tastes, but the Italian variety looked like something I could do with only a moderate risk of personal injury. The main difference from regular meringue is that the Italian variety requires you to melt the sugar and bring it to up to a dangerously hot boil before you add it to the raw egg whites.

Simple. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that.

This also gave me an excuse to use the candy thermometer that we bought 5-10 years ago. It had been languishing in its original packaging, just waiting for one of us to to something interesting that involved melted sugar or boiling oil.

Heating up the sugar to (I think it's called "soft ball"?) state brought back a lot of childhood memories of Mom making Christmas treats. She didn't have a candy thermometer - she would just spoon a bit of the sugar into a glass of cold water occasionally and check its consistency when it cooled. She always had at least one of the kids "helping" with the process in hopes of getting one of the test blobs as it came out of the water. I have to admit that the thermometer made the process easier, though it removed a bit of the fun.

The cookies are still in the oven, so I won't know how well this process worked until after dinner. On the other hand, it was hard not to eat the meringue straight out of the bowl once it was ready for piping. It had an amazing, firm, silky texture. From what I have read, adding the sugar magma cooks the eggs enough to make them safe to eat without further baking. I resisted the urge.

If the misshapen cookies turn out any good, expect a picture or two of them up here tomorrow. I piped them out of a sandwich bag with the corner removed, so they're not pretty.

On another note, look at who I found when I was digging through the basement for some winter gear.
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plonq: (Angsty Mood)
I made a baked pancake for breakfast today (or Dutch Baby as I think they are called). I ultimately just used the recipe from our old Betty Crocker cookbook, but before I went digging through that, I had a quick look online to see if there were any variants worth trying.

I found one recipe that looked promising. I wanted this for breakfast, and the times on it looked promising.
Prep Time: 15 mins.
Cook Time: 20 mins.

In theory, we'd have food within 35 minutes from start to finish.

I glanced through the ingredients to ensure we had it all, then I looked at the first paragraph of instructions, and was suddenly glad that I had not bothered to print off the recipe.

It mentioned that one needed to peel, core and slice up an apple. Then it listed the ingredients (eggs, milk, butter, flour, salt, etc.) and instructed one to mix them all together in a bowl.

Then to let the batter sit.

For 30 minutes to overnight.

... overnight ...

This kind of shenanigans in recipes pisses me off. Where do they fit this "let it sit overnight" into the fifteen minutes they promised for prep time? The author knew that people would ignore their recipe if they said that it would take a full day to prepare the dish, so they fudged the "prep" time to only include active time, and omitted the part about the long wait time and buried it in the instructions further down.

Anyway, the Betty Crocker recipe was honest with the times, and it turned out good.
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plonq: (Masturbatory Mood)
Now that I have completed a full year of retirement, I have decided to embark on another adventure in frustration and heartbreak by trying to take and post a picture every day this year.

In anticipation of my pending failure, I decided to make my first picture one of my last failures in 2019.

Bun

I made buns yesterday to go with the ham & bean soup we're having for dinner tonight. I found an on-line recipe for crusty rolls that looked promising, and I decided to give it a try. The first thing I did was convert the volume measurements to grams so that I could test out a new technique I've learned that is supposed to yield bread/buns that take longer to dry out.

The trick is to take about 15-20% of the water/flour (by weight) and combine them in a 5:1 ratio, whisk them, and then microwave them to ~140F. Once this gooey mess cools, you add it to the bread along with the other moisture and make it as usual.

The mistake I made yesterday was in blindly following the recipe without actually checking the consistency of the dough before I set the stand mixer to kneading it. If I had just paused before that step, I'd have noticed that it had too much moisture, and I could have corrected it with a bit more flour. The end result was a dough that was more appropriate for brioche than crusty rolls; it was sticky and hard to work with, resulting in buns that turned into a blobby, flat mess in the oven.

The exteriors did not form the right crust either, likely because of the dough being too wet. They still taste good, and they make fantastic toast, but they are not what I was trying to make.

I added a hand-written note to the recipe to remind myself to check the dough for moisture before I am too far into the process next time. I will probably just start off with less water than the recipe calls for and add it in small bits until the right texture is achieved.
plonq: (Bork Bork Bork)
Several years ago a (now late) friend gave me his secret recipe for Christmas cakes. I'd never got a chance to try the cakes, but I'd had good experiences with every other recipe I'd got from him, so I convinced him to part with their traditional family recipe. I made a batch of them a few years back, and they turned out really good -- and went over very well with everyone who tried them. At the coaxing of [livejournal.com profile] fetlock I decided to make them again this year, since they're really not that much work when compared against other Christmas baking projects.

I mixed up the various candied fruits and set them aside to soak in (about twice the called-for) amount of brandy last night, and then [livejournal.com profile] fetlock came over this morning to help with the rest of the project. We were a little concerned when we mixed the batter and fruits because we only had ten miniature cake tins, and it looked like enough batter for twelve. In the end it turned out to be just enough for eight (which, if I remember correctly, was the same as the last time I made these).

As with the last time, the extra brandy in the fruit upped the baking time a bit, but unlike the previous batch, these ones cooked through before the cakes burned around the edges. In fact they came out as near perfect as one could hope. I varied the recipe a little from the last time I made these, adding a couple of the optional ingredients I'd left out of the first batch. It's possible that those extra ingredients may have acted as sponges for the excess moisture during cooking this time around. In any event, I'm pleased.

Fresh out of the oven.
Here they are, fresh out of the oven. The whole house was awash with the smell of brandy and cinnamon. Since neither of us had eaten prior to making these cakes, it was a struggle to keep from eating one of them to test for quality. [livejournal.com profile] atara was home from work by this time, so the three of us wandered outside to do some autumn yard work (just in time, based on the latest weather reports) and then we wandered up to Olive Garden for dinner while they cooled. We returned home, sated from supper, and thus managed to finish the cake-making progress without risk of eating one in the process.

Soaking in brandy.
This was my own little innovation on the recipe. Although it called for them to be wrapped in plastic and foil, I first wrapped them in cheese cloth and rolled them in a bath of brandy before wrapping them. I figured that would help to keep them from drying out -- and more brandy in the cakes never hurts. We miscalculated though, and ran out of both cheese cloth and brandy after six cakes. At first we considered just following the recipe at that point, but it seemed a shame not to lace them with a bit more booze. After a bit of consideration we wrapped the last two in coffee filters, and soaked them in a bath of Sheep Dip. We marked those ones with a special notation. I'm curious to see how they turn out.

Ready for Storage.
Here they are wrapped up and ready for storage. I have a Tupperware container that is exactly large enough to hold eight cakes of this size (how convenient!). They are supposed to sit and cure for about two months before they're ready for eating, which is why I set aside this weekend to make them. They should be in prime condition just in time for Christmas.

Cat antics

Oct. 9th, 2006 03:14 pm
plonq: (Groovy Mood)
I am making Christmas brandy-fruitcakes again this year. I mixed up the fruit and brandy yesterday and let it soak overnight, then [livejournal.com profile] fetlock dropped by today to help with the second (more fiddly) part of making them. They're in the oven even as I type, and the whole house smells of brandy and cinnamon. =9 Once they've cooled we're going to wrap them in cheesecloth, soak them in more brandy and wrap them in plastic and foil for a couple of months to cure. If they taste anything like they smell then we're in for a treat this year.

The cats put on quite a show for me this morning when I got up. They're not used to having somebody home during the day, and every time I wandered out to the kitchen, they made a big production about how hungry they were. I was pretty sure that [livejournal.com profile] atara had already fed them, but they were all-but rolling around on the floor, clutching their stomachs and claiming that they were on the verge of starvation. It was a convincing enough show that I emailed her at work to see if she had actually fed them or not. She assured me that she had, and that I was simply dealing with some little furry Thespians who were hoping to scam a second feeding out of one of those big, gullible people they share the house with.

I am not so easily fooled. Not quite.

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