Sweets Don't Fail Me Now

Have you ever felt that you had absolutely no business cooking at all?  You've planned something because you've offered or been asked to bring a dish (usually dessert, since they all know you bake, you retro little throwback, you)  to the party or picnic or soirée or barbecue, and then events conspire to make you feel that cooking is not only the last thing you want to do, but the last thing you should do.  And yet, there you are.  You've said you'll show up with dessert, and the expectation of your hosts is simply not going to be met by a bakery box tied with string, no matter how chic the patisserie from whence it comes.

But you should have nothing to do anywhere near a kitchen, because you're just not in the mood, and poison is as likely to drip from your spoon as manna.  You're already in the midst of two enormous life-crises and one slightly smaller although still rather daunting one, and then you get an ominous phone message, leading you to believe that crisis number four is well on the way.  And still, it's Memorial Day weekend and they're expecting you at the barbecue.  With dessert. 

I think about that passage from Bill Buford's book Heat, where he describes the critiquing that goes on the kitchen of Babbo.  "Was it cooked with love?" Mario asks the other chefs about a dish that he deems somewhat doubtful.  And this is one of the central criteria for whether or not the dish can pass through to the dining room.  This passage alone makes me want to RUN book a table at Babbo (where we still have not yet managed a meal), but it certainly does not make me want to run to the kitchen when  I just ain't feelin' the love. 

So, for those moments, you must simply give in and give thanks for people like Dorie Greenspan, whose unbelievably chocolatey cookies and fabulous sweet tart crust will not fail you.   I give you these two things, one much-blogged about, one slightly less so, either of which will make life delicious no matter what state you're in.  Trust me, I made them yesterday and barely paid any attention to what I was doing, since I was very busy having angry, bitter conversations in my head while mixing dough.  Not usually a formula for culinary success, but these things turned out just swell. 

Above are the often-blogged World Peace Cookies, invented by the brilliant Pierre Hermé and popularized by the no-less-brilliant Dorie Greenspan.  These cookies are so transcendently wonderful and yet so incredibly simple that you could probably make them with one hand while annihilating everyone who's conspiring to screw up your life with the other.  And they lend themselves to multiplication, in a good way.  I tripled the batch and stuck several nice slice 'n' bake logs in the freezer, just in case things don't get any better around here and I still need to bring dessert somewhere later in the summer.  Or in case I just need chocolate, which I'm sure I will if my appetite ever recovers.  My appetite, that is, for anything other than fantasizing about the ritual executions of a whole cast of characters who shall go nameless, at least for the moment. 

Ahem.  Yes.  As much fun as those little tangents about serial slaughter are, I know you just want me to go back in the kitchen.  Dorie's recipe for sweet tart crust truly delivers (you need to scroll down to the end of the article).  This was true even yesterday, when I got very angry at it because it didn't seem to want to form a dough.  It just wanted to stay in a mass of crumbs.  So I pressed it furiously into a couple of tart pans, fridged it and baked it this morning, when it became a perfect sweet sandy crumbly shortbready shell, ready to be filled with pastry cream and strawberries (see first picture above.  And yes, those are actually local strawberries, from Jersey and the Union Square Greenmarket, to be exact).   Examine the photo of the naked yet fully baked crust.  Perfectly browned, no nasty shrinking, no creepy cracking, no unseemly puffing.  And since I've made and eaten it before, and I know it's just like a yummy butter cookie, I didn't even need to break off a tiny edge to test its texture.  But I did anyway, of course, and it's as perfect as always, despite the fact that it was laced with my ire in the making.

I won't bore you with the actual recipes, since they are easily found at the links above.  But I'll link to them again, here and here.  If you can, make them with joy and happiness in your heart, knowing that your loved ones will be very grateful at dessert time.  But also know that if you can't quite accomplish the joy and happiness part, you'll probably still do fine, and no-one will be the wiser. 

So we're off to the barbecue, my sweet ever-patient G and I.  And all this will pass, and it will be better, I know.  And  I'll cook more things just for the joy of cooking them and enjoying real food and spring produce.  I've actually taken some ramps and asparagus and spring greens and rhubarb out for a few turns.  This has made a very welcome respite from the endless bags and containers and cartons of less-than-stellar take-out, which are the hallmark of weary evenings after extreme days.  More about all of that, later. 

Comments

[Cindy]

The World Peace cookies url needs a fix.

[Mari]

I so know that feeling, that was me yesterday, so I left my big cake project for a sweeter disposition.

[Julie]

Cindy, thanks -- the link's been fixed. Typepad has this weird new interface which is, I suppose, an upgrade, but which is giving me some trouble...grrrr.

Mari, you're clearly a smarter woman than I. A big cake project should NEVER be attempted when you're not feeling the love, is what I think.

[evil chef mom]

I hate when that happens. Just get through all this and you'll feel like cooking sooner or later.

[Bakerina]

That is a perfect tart shell, my love. Absofreakinglutely perfect. The fact that you could turn out something so right when all about you is so not right, well, that just proves that you are a Super Genius, unlike Wile E. Coyote.

Lovely strawberries, too. I would almost kick myself for missing them except that my mom found some Jersey strawbs at her local produce place, so I got mine after all -- but of course, I didn't get to shop for them with you, which is a crying shame.

Knowing that our days for doing this are at a premium, we need to have us a baking day. I have some awe-inspiring new recipes at my fingertips, and they need to be at your fingertips, too. F'r'real.

[Julie]

Evil chef mom, you are so right. This too shall pass.

Bakie my love, don't mourn the berries. They were pretty good, but nothing like the tri-stars we'll get later in the season. When I asked Mountain Sweet Berry when they would have berries, the nice lady almost laughed at me. "We had snow the other day," she told me. "Berries won't be out till well into June." Now I get it. Our beloved market has a large spread of farmers both to the north and south, which gives us an extended range for our favorite seasonal goodies, if you think about it. And yah, let's do that baking day. Tell me when, tell me what -- we can do it at my place, if you like.

[Lee Ann]

If these cookies can spread world peace, I'm counting on them to soothe marital discomfort. It's the morning after the hissy fit and I'm still feeling whiny and horrible. Salt and chocolate are going to have to work their magic, fo' sho'.

[Julie]

Lee Ann, it's so nice to see you here. I'm a big fan of yours. One word of advice -- if you're making the World Peace cookies in order to soothe marital discord, be sure to make a really big batch. When there aren't enough to go around, they get renamed World War cookies, because they invoke the desire to kill the person who ate the last one.

The other day my cousin emailed me and told me that if anyone else ate any more of the stash I'd brought her, she was going to "take them out at the knees."

So you see what I mean.

[aimai]

I'm bookmarking the recipes. I broke into the rhubarb you brought us--and the bacon--last night and we had a bistro salad of roasted red peppers and red and yellow tear drop tomatoes, new potatoes, poached eggs and bacon and roasted green beans followed up by a *I must clean the refrigerator* dessert of the leftover poached apricots, fresh rhubarb and strawberries, old oranges cooked to a jam and topped with bread pudding made with chopped pistachios and cardamom. It was pretty good.

We thought of you. Hope we are all together again soon.

aimai

[Hanan Jalaliddeen]

I love tarts!!!
The best part is the crust..Especially when it is sweeeeeet!!
I will defenitely try this recipe..DEFENITELY! Thank you for the person who post it :)
If you want to know how to make a perfect tart crust, why don't you check Julia child's recipe:
http://www.foodista.com/2008/06/23/perfect-tart-crust/#more-223