Showing posts with label Cakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cakes. Show all posts

4.26.2011

A Very Special Birthday Cake


There couldn't have been a better way to celebrate Nico's 3rd birthday, and the end of 40 long days without dessert, than with this four-layer vanilla cake with chocolate icing and fondant shout-outs to favorite trucks and a very special subway. Made to order by Nine Cakes, that adorable sweets studio I found while walking on Columbia Street recently, it was delivered in person by Betsy, the woman who opened the shop almost three years ago. She makes some of the prettiest cakes I've ever seen. I now know that her creations taste as good as they look and aren't too sweet which is perfect when you're getting reacquainted with sugar and could easily overdo it.

Normally, I like to bake celebratory sweets myself, but after writing this post for Mommy Poppins about places that have cake decorating classes and supplies, I realized I still have a lot to learn and decided to leave it to the experts this year. Now that I've gone this route, I'm going to be tempted to order custom cakes every year. But I need to remember to not go overboard next time in terms of size. Even though we crammed a bunch of Nico's buddies, their siblings and parents into our apartment this weekend to help us eat it, we still have a lot left. I guess there are worse things that could be sitting in my freezer, right?

Nine Cakes
155 Columbia Street
347-907-9632



3.22.2011

Little Piglet Links


It's been a busy few weeks. I haven't cooked much aside from some butternut squash soup and a simple bolognese sauce. At night, Daniel and I throw together big salads for ourselves or make really basic meals. We've been drinking a lot of smoothies. Our apartment search is taking up the little free time we have and I'm ready for it to be over. I want to know where we'll be living in a few months, especially now that someone else will own our apartment very soon. So, I don't have many stories to share right now. What I do have are some links. Recipes I keep meaning to make, a restaurant I want to try, and other random things. Hope everyone is enjoying the first few days of spring. It's amazing how uplifting some sunny weather can be. Oh, and how about that full moon on Saturday night? I was at my Mom's apartment for a girls-only get together with her, my aunts, two cousins and some friends who feel like family. She served her award-winning lasagna. There were eight of us. A group of wise women who have all had their fair share of struggles. They remind me to not sweat the small stuff.

Some links:

Remember how I said I didn't want to throw Nico a birthday party this year? Well, after discovering this adorable cake studio on Columbia Street this weekend, I'm starting to reconsider. After showing him some of the cook cakes on their website, he requested a vanilla one with chocolate frosting with a G train, digger, fire truck and snow plow on top.

Speaking of Nico, he's been rejecting most vegetables lately. But when I made him this kale, spinach and pear smoothie that was the same color of his beloved G train, he gulped the whole thing down and begged for more. Leo loved it, too. 

When I have more time to cook again some day, I want to make these homemade bagels and fresh cream butter.

If Daniel and I could plan our wedding day all over again, I'd love to do something like this. Riding bikes with some of our closest friends all over NYC would be so much fun.

I love how Aron and Ashley, the couple behind the blog Hither and Thither, take a photo each year while holding up how many fingers they've been married, a tradition they adopted from Aron's parents.

I've only been to Seattle once and wish Delancey, the pizza place opened by one of the best food bloggers and her husband, had been around back then. Molly recently wrote about their newest venture, The Pantry at Delancey, and now I'm dreaming about taking a quick trip to check both places out.



2.16.2011

Blood Orange Olive Oil Cake


Sometimes, I want to race to the finish when baking. I look forward to the final product and wish I could skip some steps to get there. Take this blood orange olive oil cake, for example. It's a recipe from Melissa Clark that I made for the first time a few years ago. I loved it then, but one step made me wait a while before making it again. I don't like to supreme oranges. Not one bit.

I should have watched a YouTube video on segmenting citrus before trying it again last week, remembering how I'd struggled the first time. Instead, I did a really sloppy job and cursed my beautiful little blood oranges and their pesky piths while I worked and wondered why Melissa Clark made it sound so easy. In fact, I came close to hurling a few of them out of frustration, but I held back. I wasn't in the mood to scrub the walls or give Nico any ideas.

Since blood oranges are in season right now and nothing beats a cake that's flecked with ruby-colored citrus, I think you should try this recipe. Luckily, once you supreme the oranges, it's smooth sailing. Here are some things I need to remember for next time, and maybe they'll help you out, too.

1. Either figure out how to supreme an orange before you start, or recruit a good sous chef who will do this step for you.
2. If you have a baby and he or she starts fussing while you're in the middle of baking this cake, do not put them in an Ergo or other baby carrier and keep going. Take it from me. Blood oranges and a squirmy baby are not a good combination.
3. This cake is best made first thing in the morning so you can eat it for breakfast and throughout the day. If you start too late, say around 5pm, you run the risk of having little ones in the bath when the buzzer goes off and by the time you can take the cake out, you'll be left with a loaf that's not burnt, but a bit too brown on the bottom.
4. Once it's ready, don't even try to cut yourself a skinny slice. You'll just be back for seconds and probably thirds after that. Go all out and hack off a big hunk. Put some whipped cream on top, too.
5. If you blog about food, snap a picture soon after your cake comes out of the oven and looks like this, not a few days later when you're about to eat the last three slices all by yourself. 
  
Blood Orange Olive Oil Cake
From Melissa Clark via The New York Times
Time 1 hour 20 minutes plus cooling

Butter for greasing pan
3 blood oranges
1 cup sugar
Buttermilk or plain yogurt
3 large eggs
1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
Honey-blood orange compote, for serving, optional (see note)
Whipped cream, for serving, optional.

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9-by-5-inch loaf pan. Grate zest from 2 oranges and place in a bowl with sugar. Using your fingers, rub ingredients together until orange zest is evenly distributed in sugar.
2. Supreme an orange: Cut off bottom and top so fruit is exposed and orange can stand upright on a cutting board. Cut away peel and pith, following curve of fruit with your knife. Cut orange segments out of their connective membranes and let them fall into a bowl. Repeat with another orange. Break up segments with your fingers to about 1/4-inch pieces.
3. Halve remaining orange and squeeze juice into a measuring cup. You will have about 1/4 cup or so. Add buttermilk or yogurt to juice until you have 2/3 cup liquid altogether. Pour mixture into bowl with sugar and whisk well. Whisk in eggs.
4. In another bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Gently whisk dry ingredients into wet ones. Switch to a spatula and fold in oil a little at a time. Fold in pieces of orange segments. Scrape batter into pan and smooth top.
5. Bake cake for about 55 minutes, or until it is golden and a knife inserted into center comes out clean. Cool on a rack for 5 minutes, then unmold and cool to room temperature right-side up. Serve with whipped cream and honey-blood orange compote, if desired.

Yield: 8 to 10 servings.

Note: To make a honey-blood orange compote, supreme 3 more blood oranges according to directions in Step 2. Drizzle in 1 to 2 teaspoons honey. Let sit for 5 minutes, then stir gently.



1.11.2011

Grandma's Crumb Cake with Cranberries and Oats


On Sunday, I found an old bag of cranberries buried in my fridge. My high hopes for holiday baking hadn't exactly panned out. Some day I'll make this Cranberry Orange Cornmeal Cake, a recipe I've had bookmarked since 2008. I should have just thrown the whole bag out. I was supposed to be packing snacks for a trip to my cousin's in Connecticut when I found it. Instead, I emptied the cranberries on my kitchen counter and started making a pile of the sad, wrinkly ones. I put those little guys in the garbage and kept the rest.

Inspired by a cranberry buckle from Bklyn Larder that I had on Thanksgiving, I decided to make Grandma's Crumb Cake, an old favorite. Since I was already changing the recipe by adding cranberries, I decided to keep going. I substituted white whole wheat flour, which I only recently discovered after making these cookies for the second time, and for the crumb topping, I used light brown sugar and added oats. I also baked it in a smaller pan to ensure each slice was thick.

By the time the cake was ready, we were rushing to get out the door. I had planned on bringing it to Connecticut, but my hands quickly filled up with birthday presents, a diaper bag, gloves, scarves, hats and other stuff. I knew better than to try and balance a hot cake, too.  Sadly, Grandma's Crumb Cake with Cranberries and Oats would have to wait.

It wasn't until 10pm that I finally had a slice. The cranberries added tart bursts of flavor to each sweet bite, but the white whole wheat flour fell flat. It had made the batter too tough and the cake came out dry. The crumb topping however, was perfect. Each piece was fat and crackly with a golden flavor and the oats made it feel hearty, and slightly healthy. The recipe says to sprinkle the cake with powdered sugar, but since I was rushing by the time it was ready, I skipped this step. The cake was sweet enough and I didn't miss it.

A pint of blueberries has been hanging out in the fridge for the last few days. As long as they don't end up in a smoothie, or a snack trap, I'll be making Grandma's Crumb Cake the old way again soon, with a new twist or two.

Grandma’s Crumb Cake with Cranberries and Oats

Cake ingredients:
¾ cup of sugar
¼ cup butter, softened
1 egg
½ cup milk
2 cups flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup fresh cranberries, washed and drained

Crumb topping ingredients:
1 cup light brown sugar
2/3 cup flour
1/2 cup oats
½ cup butter
1 teaspoon cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Cream the sugar and butter together. Add the egg and milk and mix well. Sift together the flour, baking powder and salt. Add to the sugar mixture. Fold in the cranberries. The mixture will be thick.

To make the topping, thoroughly combine the five ingredients, using your hands to help form big, round crumbs.

Spread the batter in an 8”x 8” x 5” baking pan. Sprinkle on the topping mixture and bake for 35-45 minutes.



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11.28.2007

Gramercy Tavern's gingerbead cake and a goodbye

I know I'd write more often if I just put up quick posts. A paragraph here and there about a new favorite restaurant, or this chicken tikka masala that I've made twice in the last month, but keep forgetting to photograph. Yet somehow, the minute I start typing, I can't help but go on and on. Suddenly, a recipe for crumb cake becomes a walk down memory lane, or a summery pasta post turns into a tirade.

Well, today will be no different I guess. I've been wanting to tell you about this gingerbread cake I made a few weeks ago. I found the recipe on Food Migration, and just as Cindy promised, the cake's combination of cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, cardamom, ginger and a cup of Guinness deliver a dessert that's super spicy, dark and rich. My friends Tim and Judith called it "the best gingerbread cake" they've ever eaten. I might have to agree.

I just know that should I ever make it again, I'll always think of our friends April and Josh. You see, I made it for a potluck dinner that Tim and Judith recently hosted. When we first planned it, a fall bounty was our theme, and over a number of emails, the menu evolved: pork loin (made my Judith, the nicest vegetarian on earth), hot apple cider (made by the world's best husband to help his wife cope with the fact that she couldn't have any wine or beer), April's acorn squash with a smidge of butter and brown sugar, macaroni and cheese, sauteed spinach, the gingerbread cake, and Allison's seriously good molasses cookies.

A few days before the dinner, Josh and April announced they were moving to Philly (in two weeks!), something we knew they'd been planning, but never expected (or perhaps wanted?) to come so soon. Just like that, our fall potluck became a farewell of sorts.

Daniel and I have known April and Josh for about five years. We met them through friends and today, they feel like family. Just like us, they love to cook and eat.

A few years ago we started a dinner club with them and the very friends that first introduced us all. Every month, we cram into a different couple's apartment for a multi-course, home-cooked meal. Daniel and I hosted our most recent one, a few days before Halloween. (In case you can't tell, he's Borat and I'm Pamela Anderson). Marie, Joe and their son Lach dressed like a family folk band and sang a song about how much they love dinner club. Little did we know, it'd be our last one all together in New York. But we plan to keep the tradition alive -- we'll just start having some in Philly!

I hear their new apartment has outdoor space, which is a good thing since they'll be leaving behind a gorgeous roof deck in the East Village. We spent many nights up there, both warm and cold, eating, drinking and admiring our gorgeous city.

And for the past few summers, we've spent a weekend together on the Jersey Shore, and this year they managed to get a bunch of us to go camping in Fire Island. A week later, April and Josh and Daniel and I celebrated our October wedding anniversaries over the same September weekend in Lake George, purely by coincidence.

Once we all realized we'd be up there at the same time, Daniel and Josh started scheming and surprised April and I with drinks at the Sagamore Hotel, followed by dinner at The Friends Lake Inn. Unfortunately, I was still battling some serious nausea at the time, but I'll never forget all the fun we had that night.

But now a chapter in their life is ending, and ours as well. These are our first friends to leave New York for good. It really is the end of an era. During our twenties, the four years we spent in college seemed like the longest and most monumental of our lives. But April and Josh's departure from New York City is making me realize that the last seven years I've spent here -- almost double my time in good ol' Easton, PA -- have truly been the most defining.

I've gotten married, moved from the Upper East Side to Brooklyn Heights to Cobble Hill to my first official home in Park slope, jumped from one job to the next before finally setting in at Food Network, where I just passed the five year mark. FIVE whole years. Not to mention that in just four months, I'll be a mother. It's the end of an era indeed. Good thing we all have so much more to look forward to.

I know Philly isn't so far away. I've just never liked goodbyes, whether they're at the end of a really fun night (like the aforementioned potluck where Daniel had to drag me, the pregnant lady, home at 2am) or worse, when I won't see someone again for awhile.

But who knows? Maybe Daniel and I will be so wooed by April and Josh's spacious apartment on Rittenhouse Square that we too will make the move some day. Either way, I know that we'll never lose touch with two people who have become such an important part of our lives. Philly's a food mecca of its own, so the way I see it, we have a whole lot of eating to do in this new era. I can't wait.

But before I go, back to that gingerbread cake. If you need something sweet for an upcoming holiday party, this is the way to go. Just pick up a bundt pan, some molasses, a bottle of Guinness and get baking. Served with a dollop of fresh whipped cream, it's a dessert that can celebrate fall or welcome winter. For me, it was the perfect way to say so long to two very special friends.

Gramercy Tavern Gingerbread Cake
1 cup oatmeal stout or Guinness Stout
1 cup dark molasses (not blackstrap)
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
Pinch of ground cardamom
3 large eggs
1 cup packed dark brown sugar
1 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup vegetable oil
Confectioners sugar for dusting
Special equipment: a 10-inch (10- to 12-cup) bundt pan
Accompaniment: whipped cream (you can add booze if you want)

Preheat oven to 350°F. Generously butter bundt pan and dust with flour, knocking out excess.
Bring stout and molasses to a boil in a large saucepan and remove from heat. Whisk in baking soda, then cool to room temperature.

Sift together flour, baking powder, and spices in a large bowl. Whisk together eggs and sugars. Whisk in oil, then molasses mixture. Add to flour mixture and whisk until just combined.

Pour batter into bundt pan and rap pan sharply on counter to eliminate air bubbles. Bake in middle of oven until a tester comes out with just a few moist crumbs adhering, about 50 minutes. Cool cake in pan on a rack 5 minutes. Turn out onto rack and cool completely.

Serve cake, dusted with confectioners sugar, with whipped cream.




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11.20.2006

Pumpkin butter gooey cakes

Ever since I first made them four years ago, Paula Deen's pumpkin butter gooey cakes have been the star of my family's Thanksgiving feast.

The recipe is quite simple and starts off with a box of yellow cake mix, a stick of melted butter and an egg. After pressing the doughy mixture into a 13x9 inch pan, a fluffy filling made with pumpkin puree, another stick of butter, sugar, three eggs, a few spices and a tub of cream cheese is spread on top. The result is a buttery concoction that's like pumpkin pie on steroids. It's less spicy, much sweeter and blessed with a rich, crumbly crust.

The first year I made them, a pre-Thanksgiving celebration with friends left me tired and careless when it came time to bake. This must be why I accidentally put in an additional 1/4 cup of oil and 3 extra eggs. Everyone in my family, even a couple of pumpkin phobes, couldn't get enough.

After banishing all products with hydrogenated oils from my kitchen the second year, I tried to recreate my own yellow cake mix using Magnolia Bakery's vanilla cake recipe. The crust came out a bit dry, but everyone was still just as obsessed with the little, gloppy squares.

That was the same year that Henry, my 2-year old cousin threw a temper tantrum at 6am the morning after Thanksgiving. After thrashing around for a few minutes, he suddenly looked at me with his tear-streaked face and said, "Do we have any more of that cake?" I immediately cut him a big, fat piece, scooped some whipped cream on top, and just like that, he became cute and peaceful once again.

This year Daniel and I are celebrating Thanksgiving with a different set of relatives, and the hostess herself is an unbelievable baker. I contemplated bringing along a batch of the butter gooeys, but have settled on a side dish instead.

But this weekend, I couldn't stop thinking about the sugar-packed squares. A perfect once-a-year-treat, I decided to serve them at the end of an impromptu pre-Thanksgiving feast I made for Daniel, Judith and Tim last night, and now I'm sharing them with all of you.

This time, I used an organic cake mix that I picked up during my never-ending search for instant yeast on Saturday. I tinkered with the recipe once again, adding only half a box of powdered sugar to the pumpkin filling, rather than the full carton as Paula instructed.

The pumpkin was just as smooth against that rich, buttery crumb, and for some probably still a little too sweet. Next time, I think I'll use a bit less sugar and even cut back on some of the butter.

But that's the beauty of these resilient little suckers. No matter how you change around the recipe, they always taste so good. And, you'll most likely never crave plain, old pumpkin pie again.



Pumpkin Butter Gooey Cakes

Adapted from Paula Deen
(I tried to take a good picture of these, but didn't have much luck. You can find a better shot here).

Cake:
1 (18 1/4-ounce) package yellow cake mix
1 egg
8 tablespoons butter, melted

Filling:
1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1 (15-ounce) can pumpkin
3 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
8 tablespoons butter, melted
1 (16-ounce) box powdered sugar (Feel free to play around with this as I did. A little sugar really does go a long way)
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Combine the cake mix, egg, and butter and mix well with an electric mixer. Pat the mixture into the bottom of a lightly greased 13 by 9-inch baking pan.

To make the filling: In a large bowl, beat the cream cheese and pumpkin until smooth. Add the eggs, vanilla, and butter, and beat together. Next, add the powdered sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and mix well. Spread pumpkin mixture over cake batter and bake for 40 to 50 minutes. Make sure not to overbake as the center should be a little gooey.

Serve with fresh whipped cream.



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9.27.2006

Grandma's Crumb Cake

My senior year in college, I lived in a house with my friend Tara. We had a front porch, a French-inspired curtainless shower, an out of tune piano, a rickety dining room table, a big kitchen and not a single cookbook. Photos ripped from Vogue covered our walls and though we hosted countless dinner parties, guests always had to bring their own silverware.

When I married Daniel (who once asked me out in that very house while reclaiming some forgotten forks and knives), Tara surprised us with a black binder full of recipes from all our friends and family. Even though our shelves are now overflowing with cookbooks thanks to my job at Food Network, these are the recipes I cherish most.

Sometimes I just flip through, laughing every time I see Keith’s “recipe” for perfect pork chops (pork chops + OJ + George = delicious), a meal he made night after night on his George Forman grill when Daniel and I lived with him. And though we’ve never tried either of the two recipes from Daniel’s Dutch step-brother David, I love how they’re both peppered with foreign food-related words my husband mastered after a few visits to Amsterdam. There are even two recipes for love, one handwritten in perfect pink and black script by Nina, and another sexier version in tangled English and Portuguese from Daniel’s ex-stepfather Othon.

And then there is Kristen’s Grandma’s Crumb Cake, the one recipe I practically know by heart, its simplicity so soothing. Kristen and I met while living in Paris and it was there that we bonded over our shared love of good food, especially sweets.

Made by combining some basic ingredients that practically everyone has in their pantry, her family's recipe makes for a very quick, easy and oh-so-satisfying homemade sweet. I usually fold in fresh berries, loving how they bring a burst of color to the cake, though Kristen tells me that apples and peaches work just as well.



The part of the cake that is the most addicting however is the crumb topping, a combination of sugar, flour, butter and cinammon. Rolled into fat, buttery balls, the crumbs are sprinkled on top of the cake, then baked till crispy and golden. Dusted with a hearty sprinkling of powdered sugar, the cake looks and tastes better than any boxed variety you'll ever find.

When Kristen and I made Grandma's Crumb Cake together a few weeks ago while waiting for some take-out Thai to arrive, she accidentally added an extra cup of flour while doubling the topping ingredients, something she does to ensure a nice thick layer of sugary crumbs.



Our cake looked like it had been sprinkled with sand, but that didn’t keep us from devouring two thick slices each.



In honor of a special brunch Daniel and I hosted for the Sokorellis on Sunday, I went the Grandma’s Crumb Cake route once again, opting to keep the topping ingredients the way grandma intended.



Best when warm, I baked the cake just an hour before they arrived, then served it as a sweet prelude to Oeufs à la Cantalienne and Sweet-and-Spicy Bacon, a brunch menu we'd discovered from Molly of Orangette. That part of the meal dserves its own post entirely, but since I could never top Molly's delicious descriptions of both recipes, I advise you check out her inspiring words.

What I can say though (while borrowing Keith's unique recipe writing skills for a second) is that baked eggs + spicy bacon + multiple slices of my favorite homemade sweet on the side = pretty perfect Sunday. Not to mention that the few leftover pieces of Grandma's Crumb Cake haven't made the past few days half bad either.

Grandma’s Crumb Cake

Cake ingredients:
¾ cup of sugar
¼ cup butter
1 egg
½ cup milk
2 cups flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 pint fresh blueberries, washed and drained
Note from Kristen: Grandma often substitutes chopped apples, peaches or raspberries for the blueberries. All are really yummy but my personal fave is peaches and blueberries together.

Crumb topping ingredients:
1 cup sugar
2/3 cup flour
½ cup butter
1 teaspoon cinnamon

Directions: Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Combine sugar, butter, egg, and milk. Mix well. Sift together the flour, baking powder and salt. Add to the sugar mixture. Fold in the fruit of your choice. The mixture will be thick. To make the topping thoroughly combine the four ingredients.

Spread the batter in 13”x 9” x 2” baking pan. Sprinkle on the topping mixture and bake for 35-45 minutes. When cool, sprinkle with powdered sugar.



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9.12.2006

A very happy 29th birthday



On Thursday, I turned 29. To some, this might not seem like a big deal birthday. But to my surprise it was quite possibly my best yet (and this is coming from someone who likes to make every birthday a fairly big deal). I feel completely spoiled by all the celebrations I was treated to over the past week and can't thank my friends and family enough for helping me give the last year of my twenties such a warm welcome. And without further adieu, here's a rundown of the week's food-filled festivities.

Wednesday, September 6: S’mores Pizza at Food Network



Whenever your birthday rolls around at work, you know that you’re going to be called into some sudden meeting where your co-workers will find stuff that you suddenly need to meet about while other co-workers will scurry around, trying to gather a whole slew of people together to catch you off guard with a cake, cupcakes, donuts, ice cream sandwiches or some other sweet treat -- at my particular place of employment, we like to get creative!

This year, I'm happy to report that my co-workers managed to completely surprise me with an enormous s'mores pizza from Chocolates By The Bald Man, Max Brenner, a new chocolate emporium in Union Square. Still hot since it had just been assembled and baked in Food Network's kitchens, it was topped with bits of melting chocolate and golden brown mini marshmallows, perfectly crunchy on the outside with a soft gooey center. I’d been “surprised” with Buttercup Bake Shop cupcakes, banana cake from Billy’s Bakery and a fruit tart from the French Oven Café in Chelsea Market for the other three birthdays I've celebrated at Food Network, but this sweet treat was definitely the best, and most unexpected, one yet.

Wednesday, September 6: Dinner at Salt



Daniel knew he’d be sharing me with lots of friends and family over the next few days, so on Wednesday night, we settled in for a romantic dinner a deux at Salt, a small, cozy SoHo spot. Remembering how delicious the English pea and asparagus risotto with lamb’s lettuce was the last time I was there, we began our meal by splitting an order, the dish just as bright, beautiful and creamy as I remembered, the plump, fresh peas sticking out like polka dots in the soft sea of risotto.

For an entree, I ordered the escolar with a summer vegetable fricassee in an herb broth (which unfortunately was very similar to the risotto -- had I known, I might have opted for something a bit different), while Daniel after some slight deliberation went with the whole grilled Dorade Royale in a balsamic reduction, corn on the cob with chile and lime, and a summer tomato salad. He, who doesn’t throw around food compliments lightly, must have said five times during the dinner how impressed he was by everything at Salt. He also enjoyed how nothing needed to actually be salted, which may explain why the salt sampler that I remembered from my first visit was not on top of our table this time around.

Having overdosed on some chocolate chip cookies with crystallized ginger that I made Labor Day weekend, I proudly told Daniel that we would not be ordering any dessert. We had a full week of gluttony ahead of us, and after that s’mores pizza, I was truly hoping for some dessert detox. Since I recently got a new camera phone (which Daniel used to take the picture above), I was playing around with that when he went to wash his hands after our meal. How I didn't put two and two together I have no idea, but once again, I was completely surprised when a chocolate cake arrived at our table, studded with slivered almonds and covered with cascading chocolate. After making a wish and blowing out my candle, I dug in, cutting the rich, intense flavors with bites of tangy crème fraiche gelato.

Thursday, September 7: Lunch at The River House Tavern



On the day of my actual birthday, I woke up with the sun streaming in my bedroom window, a welcome relief from the gray skies and non-stop rain we’d been subjected to all week long. Still full from our dinner at Salt, Daniel and I started our morning with big glasses of fresh squeezed OJ before opening some presents including a new camera to help me take better food photos.

After snapping a few shots and realizing that I really will have to read a dreaded instruction manual from beginning to end, I was off to Westport, CT to see my friend Courtney, her husband Eric, and mom Lynn at The River House Tavern for lunch. Sitting in the sun along the Saugatuck River, we sipped glasses of champagne while devouring my all-time favorite summer sandwich –- a lobster roll in a toasted hot dog bun. Again I tried to tell my three dining companions that I would not be partaking in dessert since I had dinner plans that evening, but before I could say another word, a brownie sundae was ordered, which actually turned out to be a blondie sundae (even better), and my plans for a dessert detox were postponed once again.

Dinner at Wallse: Thursday, September 7



Every year for my birthday, my Mom, Daniel and I try a new restaurant we’ve never been to in the city. Last year it was Po on Carmine Street, the year before that Gramercy Tavern on East 20th. This year, I had hoped for Per Se, but ever-practical Daniel informed me that we'd be saving that for a really big birthday – maybe 50 if I’m lucky? – so I made two reservations, one at Buddakan, the trendy Steven Starr spot known for its flashy clientele and sexy ambiance, and Wallse, an Austrian restaurant on W. 11th that I remembered Tim and Judith once raving about.

As the date drew near, I decided that I’d rather spend my birthday in a neighborhood I love (the West Village) with food I normally don’t have the opportunity to eat (wiener schnitzel and spaetzle), rather than in a loud, flashy spot that also happens to be situated right next door to my office. I’d save Buddakan for a "Brooklyn Girls Night Goes to Manhattan" edition or some similar occasion.

Perhaps in an effort to be more responsible in my older age, I arrived early (7:27 to be exact), a record of sorts, since I’m usually always running 5-7 minutes late on any given day. I joined Daniel, the promptest man I’ve ever met, at the bar before ordering a blueberry lemon drop, the special cocktail of the evening.



My mom, the promptest woman on earth, arrived at 7:30 on the nose and after studying the menu for quite some time, ordered herself a peppery margarita sans the spicy sugar rim. When we were led to our table, I couldn't stop staring at the stunning painting of Wallse’s chef Kurt Gutenbrunner, the deep, dark shades of blue and black completely hypnotic.



The service at Wallse was slightly cold and indifferent at times, but rather than waste time focusing on that, I’ll tell you about all the delicious dishes we sampled.



Daniel and I split two appetizers, the first being soft, succulent scallops with figs and a spicy arugula salad followed by spaetzle with braised rabbit, mushrooms, peas and tarragon, the German-style pasta buttery and rich in flavor, yet light and fluffy on the tongue.

My Mom and I each ordered sea bass with wild mushrooms, black truffle shavings and a Riesling sauerkraut, both suckers for the sweet German wine we love to sip by the glass, while Daniel selected a skate special. My new camera definitely got quite a lot of use, though low lighting made it difficult to photograph everything.

For dessert, Daniel immediately chose the Salzburg nockerel, an Austrian style souffle with a very stately name. I selected the dessert special of the evening, a peach tart with a citrus sorbet, and my Mom decided to experiment with a Viennese iced coffee with espresso ice cream, vanilla cream and coffee “strudel."

Of the three, we all liked my tart the best, its light, flaky crust paired perfectly with the thin slices of sweet peach. Our only complaint was that the sorbet was too acidic, causing it to clash a bit with the warm fruit. A good ol' scoop of vanilla would have been better.

The Salzburg nockerel was also quite good, the souffle’s sweet scent completely intoxicating when it arrived piping hot at our table.



Though the actual taste of sugary egg whites became redundant after a few bites,
warm, roasted huckleberries being held captive in the bottom of the dish helped counter the sweetness with warm, tart bursts.

The Viennese Coffee, though interesting in its presentation, tasted a bit too bitter for all of us. A few extra spoons of sugar would have helped perk it up.



The “strudel”, fat cigarette shaped concoctions constructed out of phyllo dough, were daintily displayed on the dessert platter, though the flavors were quite bland.

After we thought we couldn't eat another bite, a plate full of chocolate covered almonds dusted with cocoa powder were delivered with our check, offering some final shots of sugar. My mom, never shy about her love of leftovers, loved the almonds so much that she asked our waiter for a to-go box to take the remainders home. Expecting him to find this request absurd, we were pleasantly surprised when he brought us a big plastic carton full of the addictive treats, perhaps in an attempt to apologize for some service snafus we'd encountered throughout the evening.

Friday, September 8: The US Open, a tomato tart and champagne



After leaving Wallse on Thursday night, I received a phone call from Nina offering me two US Open tickets for the next day. I first called Olivia, a friend that I'd planned to spend all day Friday with to confirm that she in fact does like tennis before accepting the tickets.

Our wonderful day included a surprisingly good (though completely overpriced) chicken, spicy cashew and pineapple salad at the tennis center, some scoops of Ben & Jerry's for dessert, and two fantastic semi-final matches. On our long subway ride home, I remembered that I still hadn't sampled a bottle of champagne I recently bought for my first Wine Blogging Wednesday which Olivia and I decided to pair with a homemade tomato tart. But you’ll have to wait until September 13 to get all the details about that!

Sunday, September 10: A Brazilian Birthday BBQ



Every year, Daniel and I host an all-you-can-eat Brazilian BBQ with meat from Rio Bonito in Queens, one of few places that sells picanha, a specific cut of beef revered in Brazil for its velvety flavor.

Daniel and I hosted the first one for his birthday 5 years ago in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park since our apartment at the time lacked any outdoor space. The second year, rain threatened to cancel the churrasco, but since we'd already bought about 30 lbs of meat, we had no other choice but to host the event at home, with Daniel using a small hibachi grill on the fire escape out our bedroom window. Our apartment smelled like meat for weeks, but how could we let that picanha go to waste?

Luckily, the last few have been in our current apartment which has a big backyard, perfect for carnivorous feasts such as these. While meat is the main attraction each year, which Daniel expertly prepares, we decided to kick this one up a notch with a keg of Six Points Cream Ale (brewed in our very own borough) Daniel's black-eyed pea salad, and a slew of side dishes from our friends.





We had Karlyn and Doug’s “You Won’t Be Single for Long Penne Vodka Sauce” (a Rachael Ray recipe that they tweaked by adding in sausage), Judith’s tasty shrimp skewers, Courtney’s veggie and hummus platter, Karen’s summer tomato salad (using Emeril’s Kicked Up Tomato Salad Recipe without the cheese), Renata’s cherry tomato, mozzarella and basil pasta salad, Ola’s tomato, mozzarella, basil and pine nut salad, and Amanda and Jeff’s perfectly portioned tinfoil packets of the sweetest corn on the cob I’ve had all summer.

In the drinks department, Kim and Keith arrived on their adorable plum-colored Vespa with about 3 cases of non-alcoholic beverages (of which about 2 3/4 cases remain), while Olivia whipped up a jalapeno-infused vodka drink, sweetened with a simple syrup. Since lots of you who were at the BBQ have asked for the recipe, Olivia was nice enough to send it along. You can find it at the bottom of this post, along with info on all the restaurants I've mentioned.



And then there were the sweets. In addition to a Devil’s Food Cake with Vanilla Buttercream Icing that Daniel baked from scratch for me, we had three tins of Allison’s cookies (chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin chocolate chip, and chocolate peanut biscotti), Sara’s toffee blondies, Alyson’s peanut butter chocolate squares, and Jason’s exotic summer salad. I, and practically everyone else at the party, sampled all of them, in between slices of sausage, chicken and salt-kissed meat of course.

As usual, Daniel spent the entire afternoon behind three blazing grills, using skewers and other sharp objects to cook and slice meat like a madman while crowds of our friends surrounded him, watching in awe as he worked his way through this year's record-breaking 50 lbs of meat. He's the true star of this BBQ, and without him, we'd be munching on burger and dogs year after year. Not to mention that this particular BBQ was also celebrating the recent completion of his MBA, but I don't think he received a single break the whole day. I, and the 50 people he fed that day, don't know how he does it, but we couldn't be more grateful. Maybe next year, he'll let someone be his sous chef, or -- gasp -- we'll have it catered? I guess we'll have to wait and see...

Tuesday, September 12: Tired, full and coming down with a cold

So, here I am, five days after my birthday, happy that the celebrating is over since, but still smiling from my absolutely wonderful week. I feel blessed to have such wonderful friends and family, all of whom are as obsessed with food as I am -- almost, at least. Thanks for making the past 28 years of my life so amazing and here’s to many, many more fun feasts.


Chocolates By The Bald Man, Max Brenner
841 Broadway
New York, NY
212-388-0030

Salt
58 Macdougal Street
New York, NY
212-674-4968

River House Tavern
299 Riverside Avenue,
Westport, CT
203-226-5532

Wallse
344 West 11th Street
New York, NY
212-352-2300e

Jalapeno Lime Ricky
Three cups water
1.5 cups sugar
4-5 jalapeno peppers
8-12 limes
Vodka
Ice cubes
Cilantro sprigs (optional)
Club Soda (optional)

To make the simple syrup, mix the water and sugar in a saucepot.
Bring to a boil, then let cool.

Halve the jalapenos and remove most, but not all of the seeds. Then
chop them into thin slices. When the simple syrup has cooled for
several minutes, add the jalapenos. Let the mixture infuse in the
refrigerator anywhere from 3 hours to overnight. The longer you
infuse, the more pronounced the jalapeno flavor will be.

Meanwhile, squeeze all the limes into a pitcher. When ready to
serve, mix the lime juice in with the simple syrup. Serve individual
glasses of vodka, ice and the syrup mixture (about 2-3 parts syrup to
one part vodka, depending on how strong you want the drink). Garnish with cilantro sprigs. If you want a bit of a lighter drink, add club soda as well.






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