Monthly archive August, 2008

Daring Bakers: Chocolate Eclairs

Today, hundreds of Daring Bakers are posting August’s challenge: the Chocolate Eclairs found in Chocolate Desserts by Pierre Hermé. The challenge required making cream puff dough, pastry cream, chocolate glaze and chocolate sauce (created so seven tablespoons of sauce could be used to make the glaze); piping and baking the dough; naming a vice presidential...

Peach, Apricot and Cherry Pie

The first time I tried to make this Peach, Apricot and Cherry Pie, part of the lattice hadn’t browned. So, I popped it back into the oven, forgot to set the timer, and burned it black. Pie requires attention. Yesterday, I hit the road with my ingredients and my rolling pin for a do-over at...

Summertime Cheese Grits with Vegetables

A lot of people don’t get grits. There’s the name. Then there’s the unfortunate way some people insist on preparing them, adding too much water and dressing them like Cream of Rice. When I see someone spooning sugar onto their grits, it gives me the same sick feeling as those photos of Hulk Hogan rubbing...

Chocolate-Banded Ice Cream Torte. A Grown-Up Neapolitan.

Last week, the kitchen sink stopped draining. The first plumber asked if I’d used Drano and then said we’d have to hire a crew to break through the brick outside and replace our pipes. We got a second opinion. The second plumber had a brain aneurysm. In the meantime, I took the dishes outside to...

Dark Chocolate Ice Cream

When I was a kid, one of the high points of the summer came at the end of Revival Week, when seven days of hellfire and brimstone led to one night of vanilla, strawberry and banana at the church’s annual Ice Cream Supper. Every family would bring at least one flavor, lining up canister after...

Grilled California Pizzas

Jeff has three grills. Once I asked him why, and the short version is that they are all different, but he loves them the same. Like children. Smoky, gassy, highly-flammable children. My interaction with them has largely consisted of admiring Jeff’s grill marks whilst handing him the Holy Meat Thermometer. Not anymore. When Tara from...

Granola Grabbers. And Why I’m Getting a D in Domestic Arts

I’ve never been accused of being particularly domestic. When I was in college, I moved into my first apartment with my friend Amy. One night, I saw her hurl a piece of bad fruit out the back door onto the gravel alley. A few weeks later, I burned a pan of lasagna. What do you...

Almost-Fudge Gateau. It’s All Been Building Up To This Moment.

A few months ago, Jeff ordered a new wireless controller for the PlayStation. Then the old one started working. For me, this meant we should return the new controller or sell one on eBay. For Jeff, this meant that we had a backup. Did we really need a backup? Friends, did America really need to...

How to properly burn your Black and White Banana Loaf

1. Prep this week’s Tuesdays with Dorie recipe–The Black and White Banana Loaf–and lovingly place it in the oven. 2. Lock the front door before you go downstairs to check on the laundry. 3. Step into the laundry room, and close the door behind you. Realize it just locked. 4. Remember the banana bread. 5....

Coeur a la Crème. Or, How I Spent My Summer Vacation.

Internet! So many things have happened since I started moving a few weeks ago. Like sweating. And stinking. To say that I smelled like a 15-year-old boy would be an insult to all 15-year-old boys. And descending into heat-induced madness. The animals went first. I’m eating breakfast when I hear something hit the floor. So,...