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April 17, 2007

In Memoriam: Virginia Tech's Fallen

I have been so obscenely happy lately that every now and then I have to take a reality check.  Like all the rest of us, I just received one.  Right now, my heart goes out to every single person on the Virginia Tech campus. 

I'm remembering what happened in my senior year of college.  We had a suicide -- someone well-known and well-liked at school, who had left for a while because of mental illness and returned because he was supposedly better.  His body was found among the rocks of a tributary to the Hudson, where he had clearly taken a high jump from a wooded precipice.  Our entire campus mourned.  We all knew Esteban, and we held memorials, and farewell parties, and sometimes just burst out crying in the middle of classes.  But considering how one death affected us all, I can only imagine the scope of the tragedy in Virginia right now. 

Ever since I became engaged, I've been giving it all away.  I'm a much easier touch for the buskers and the pleading and the needy on my subway rides or on streetcorners.  Somehow I just wish that everyone could be as happy I am, and so I've been trying to give whatever I can, whenever I can.  And now this.  I looked at G as we were listening to reports on the car radio this morning.  I love him like crazy, and mostly I get a huge kick out of his often macabre humor, but today I cut him off at the pass.  "Do me a favor," I said, taking a deep breath.  "Don't even joke about this one."  He looked over at me kindly, and kissed me.  "Okay," he said. 

A little while ago I confirmed my order of flowers for my wedding ceremony this Saturday evening.  I was on the phone discussing Vandella roses and freesia and pale delphinium with the florist.  And for a moment, I felt the way that I did on the days after September 11th, when I was picking out clothes to wear that day, or going grocery shopping, and I would be overwhelmed with guilt and shame for the fact that I had the luxury of choosing what to wear or what to eat when so many lay dead, so many were in mourning.  There are people in Virginia also ordering flowers right now -- but not for wedding ceremonies. 

I know that in the midst of grief, we are still in life.  And my joy continues.  We will be married on Saturday.  We'll go to a lovely dinner at a beautiful restaurant that night, hosted by my in-laws.  Our wedding night will be spent at a very posh hotel in midtown:  the gift of dear friends.  The next day, friends and colleagues will toast us at a cocktail party hosted by my brother and sister-in-law.  Later on our family party will take place, on a Saturday in May, and the day after that there'll be a brunch, hosted by my dear cousin...and we'll all keep discussing menus and champagne and cupcakes and flowers and accomodations for elders and children.  And more joy -- our niece and nephew will come into the world, hopefully in late May or in June.  But with all that, my thoughts are in Virginia right now. 

April 10, 2007

The Cupcake Conundrum

Hpim1185If only they were half as good as they look.  This has been the sad truth that we've faced as we've gone about tasting cupcakes from venue to venue, all over New York.   Perhaps it's not as difficult to find good cupcakes for a nuptial cupcake tower for our May 12th family party as it is to find an affordable and yet delicious and pretty wedding cake, but still.  It's been a bit of a trial, and not nearly as much fun as you might imagine.   

Not fun because when the cupcakes aren't anything like as good as you imagine, you're stuck with a box of partially-eaten or even barely tasted cupcakes which neither of you feel the inclination to finish.  And as dreadful as it is to throw away food, we've been throwing them out rather than "throwing them in", as the old dieter's dictum advises.  I got to the point where I was practically ready to toss in the towel and decide to bake a hundred or so cupcakes myself.  However, I was gently dissuaded from this particular act of insanity, among others (I was going to cook my own wedding supper for our private ceremony in a couple of weeks at my Dad's apartment; instead my in-laws are generously hosting a supper at a beautiful French restaurant.  Then I was going to bake my own wedding cake and bring it to the restaurant; again, it was suggested to me that I might want to relax and get my nails done rather than work myself into a baking frenzy on my wedding day.  But I still have a trick up my sleeve for our May 12th party.  Despite the fact that one or the other of us may have to sell a crucial internal organ to pay for our catering bill,  I still can't have our families come from Boston and Chicago and Denver and Baltimore and Tennesee and England, for crying out loud, and not cook anything for them).   

Judging New York City's cupcakes:  I know I'm stepping into treacherous waters here.  All over the city, various cupcake shops have their devotees.  Magnolia's habitués are legion; Sugar Sweet Sunshine has almost as many fans.  The beautifully decorated floral gems from Cupcake Cafe are highly touted by many as well.  Perhaps it's because I bake my own more often than not, and because I've spoiled G with a fair amount of home baking, but none of those mentioned seem to ring our cupcake chimes at all.   

Worst of all were the cupcakes pictured above.  They come from a relatively new shop in Chelsea called "Burgers and Cupcakes".  I was under the impression that this was a branch of the Hell's Kitchen "Burgers and Cupcakes" shop owned by Mitchell London, whose velvety golden-vanilla cupcakes with deep dark fudgy chocolate icing I have often purchased from Fairway and eaten with great happiness.  So I bought a box from this 23rd St. store that included chocolate peanut-butter, chocolate-raspberry, vanilla with vanilla icing, vanilla with chocolate icing, cream-filled chocolate, and lemon meringue.  Sadly, each one was worse than the next.  The cake was tough and flavorless; the icings were gritty and insipidly sweet.  Then I found out that not only was this shop NOT owned by Mitchell London -- it was opened by his former business partner after a rift.  Always a bad sign.  The partner used the name of the shop and even the signature brown and pink awning and storefront coloring -- but obviously didn't get the recipes.  Or else s/he just doesn't have the touch.   

So for our May 12th "family party", the cakes for our cupcake tower will come from Mitchell London's original Burgers and Cupcakes shop on Ninth Ave. near 36th St., not to be confused with the copycat shop on 23rd St.  Our caterer will then arrange them on tiered trays and decorate them.  We can choose from strawberry shortcake, raspberry bavarian, cream-filled chocolate, chocolate peanut-butter, carrot, red velvet,  blueberry-vanilla, and the usual suspects of vanilla with chocolate, vanilla with vanilla, chocolate with vanilla, chocolate with chocolate.  I'm thinking about an assorted bouquet, since I imagine all the kids (both little and adult-sized) will probably want to taste a few different kinds.  But I'd love to hear from readers:  what do you think we should get by way of cupcakes?  and should we go for more of the small size, or fewer of the big ones?  Help us out here. 

April 01, 2007

Brownies Rediscovered: The Blue Bird of Happiness

Hpim1197It's always crucial to keep our priorities in order.  Even a person who's getting married in less than three weeks needs to keep working on the quintessential brownie recipe.  What a revelation it can be, then, to discover that the recipe was actually within easy reach all along.  And what an analogy for life-altering events: sometimes what we most want is within our grasp, if only we can see it, find it, take hold of it. 

When I was a child, I was fond of the many children's books by British author  Noel Streatfeild, which fed my fantasies of a) being British, so that I could eat trifle and have "cream teas", whatever they were, and b) being an orphan who would end up at a professional children's school, to be trained for a "useful" profession -- like the stage, of course.  In particular, I loved Ms. Streatfeild's first book Ballet Shoes, where the orphans seem to constantly be preparing for the Christmas pantomimes.  A production that figured largely in these preparations was Maurice Maeterlinck's "The Blue Bird," in which two children set out on travels and adventures to find the Blue Bird of Happiness -- only to discover, at the end, that it was in their own back yard all the time.  It's a sort of "no place like home" allegory, which is a good one to dwell upon, I think, as I plight my troth (whatever the hell that means).   I mention all this because I finally rediscovered the brownies of my dreams right in my own back yard -- or in my own kitchen, as it were. 

Over the past several years, I've made many batches of brownies, searching for that apotheosis of deep chocolatiness combined with true chewiness.  Chewiness should not be mistaken for fudginess.  Fudginess, in my opinion, is easy to achieve, especially if you undercook your brownies a bit, and then stick them in the fridge.  But chewiness is when you create a bar cookie that has almost the toothiness and snap-back of a caramel.  I tried recipes with corn syrup (eeekk), substituting molasses or honey or sometimes golden syrup.  I tried using various blends of sugars.  Many of these recipes were good, as were their resulting treats -- and often popular with the populace upon whom they were bestowed.  But for me, they were missing something. 

So I tried a tiny psychological exercise on myself.  When had I had brownies like the ones I was thinking of; what were the ones that had the qualities I wished for?  There was only one right answer.  I searched inside the battered sheaf of old newspaper clippings and back-of-envelope scrawls until I came upon the two bits of paper.  There was an ancient insert from an ancient box of Droste's cocoa, with modifications jotted next to the quantities.  And on the back of an envelope, there was a further metamorphosis of the same recipe, with the words "Ellie's Brownies" at the top.  Ellie was my mother's name -- and the name that will be given to my niece-to-be, as she and my nephew-to-be dive into the world, later this spring or early summer. 

My mother's brownies.  Of course I didn't really want to be an orphan. 

Over the years, she refashioned them from the modest version on the little insert in the Droste's box.  Bit by bit, she upped the cocoa content until they were deep, dark brownie wonders.  She kept the butter content low, and added a bit more brown sugar, which gave them the extra chew factor.  And she perfumed them with orange -- grated rind, a squeeze of juice, a splash of Grand Marnier.  When they were good, they were wonderful -- perfect, in fact.  Occasionally she became distracted, and overbaked them, in which case they still tasted chocolatey but were beginning to move over to the crunchy side.  A few times, in an effort to give them more of the citrus perfume she loved, she put a bit too much orange juice and Grand Marnier in them, and they turned cakey.  But most of the time they were lovely. 

In addition to their delectable chocolatey chew, these brownies are actually not nearly as deadly as many other versions you might set your teeth to.  Firstly, they're made with cocoa rather than chocolate.  Secondly, for an entire 13 x 9 inch pan, they require but one-half cup of butter.  Consider, by contrast, Nigella's Domestic Goddess brownie recipe, which has 13 ounces of chocolate and one and 2/3 cups of butter.  Or the Barefoot Contessa, whose Outrageous Brownies call for a pound of butter and over two pounds of chocolate.    I also think these particular brownies are a perfect vehicle for lots of crunchy walnuts, a protein/fiber/omega 3-laden superfood.  But don't make these for their health benefits.  Make them because they are really and truly good.  I'm really not much for stinting on ingredients when it comes to dessert.  I make these because they actually satisfy my brownie jones better than the richer kinds.  

My best beloved G prefers them nutless, of course, and without orange -- pumped up instead with a handful of Ghiradelli or other good bittersweet chips.  It's easy enough to make a batch of batter, scoop half into one side of the pan and pat it down with a smattering of chips.  The other half gets the walnuts and the orange elements, and so we're both happy, eating brownies together.  A good metaphor, I think, for how to conduct a marriage. 

Sometimes a recipe is more than a recipe; the act of rediscovery is a reminder of the absolute love that's right here at home, after what feels like a lifetime of searching the wide world over.

Ellie's/Julie's Brownies

I've upped the cocoa in these even more, to good purpose, and given the brownies a nice salt kick.  The orange elements are certainly optional, but quite delicious.    The layer of batter is a bit thinner in the pan than what you may be used to, but this also ups the "chew" factor. 

1/2 cup unsalted butter
2 cups brown sugar, packed
2 eggs, lightly beaten
2 tsp. Madagascar vanilla extract or vanilla paste
1 tsp. kosher salt or sea salt
3/4 to 1 cup sifted good-quality cocoa (I'm using Bensdorp at the moment; Droste's is, of course, wonderful in this recipe)
Grated rind of one large orange
Squeezed juice of 1/2 orange
1 Tbsp. Grand Marnier
1 cup sifted AP flour
2 cups coarsely chopped walnuts and/or bittersweet chocolate chips

Preheat the oven to 325F.  Line the outside of a 9 x 13 inch baking pan with aluminum foil, and press it to the shape of the pan.  Carefully remove the shaped foil, and fit it down into the inside of the pan.  Butter the foil very well.  This promotes easy removal of the brownies (a trick learned from Maida Heatter, to give credit where it's due). 

Melt the butter in a large saucepan -- big enough to mix the brownie batter in, so you can have a one-pot recipe.  Mix in the sugar till well-blended, and then the eggs.  Stir in the vanilla and the salt.  Mix in the cocoa, and then grate the orange rind directly over the batter.  Cut the orange in half, and squeeze the juice of one half into the batter, being sure to pick out all the pips that fall in.  Save the other half to slurp at while the brownies are baking.  Lightly stir in the flour, and then the walnuts.  Don't be alarmed if the batter is quite thick, more like a dough. 

Pat the batter/dough evenly into the foil-lined, buttered pan.  Bake for approximately 30 minutes, but start testing at about 25 minutes.  Take them out when they're no longer wet, but there's still a bit of fudgy crumb clinging to an inserted toothpick.  Cool in the pan ten minutes or so, and then lift them out, foil and all.  Cool to room temperature before cutting.  They cut more easily if they're refrigerated for a few hours first, but this depends on your degree of restraint.  I like to cut them small, so that I can justify having another one.  The brownies from the edges are always a bit crunchier and chewier -- my preference.  Some people like the softer middle pieces best.  Keep in the refrigerator for up to five days, or freeze -- they taste pretty divine straight out of the freezer, too. 

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