Oh-my-goodness was this a fun cake to make! A cake to celebrate the 3rd birthday of one of Bella’s very best friends in the whole.wide.world. This kid loves dinosaurs. I mean loves them. The theme was a no brainer.
Coconut Cake
28 AugSo, I guess I took the summer off blogging. I didn’t really intend to, it just kind of happened. Between being back at work, figuring out Bella’s daycare routine and spending every unplanned moment outside soaking up the summer I have ignored this space. And I miss it. So this is me, dipping my toe back in the water of the blogging world. I am officially the baker of an adorable local restaurant around the corner from my house. I am churning out Southern influenced layer cakes, seasonal pies, cobblers and dozens and dozens of biscuits to hungry Philadelphians a few days a week. Cakes like this one. Coconut layer cake, each layer soaked with coconut water with coconut caramel and coconut moussline buttercream. This particular cake was made for my little family. The sweet bite to finish up lazy Sunday supper outside.
Berry Picking at Johnson’s Farm
26 JunA few weeks ago Martin, Bella and I drove 45 minutes outside of the city to pick strawberries. After years of failing to get my act together in time, I managed to get the family out to Johnson’s Farm in New Jersey on the last saturday of the strawberry picking season. Johnson’s Farm was also picking snap peas, cherries and early season peaches and blueberries. We picked a bit of everything, but really focused on the strawberries. Martin and I positioned ourselves on separate rows, a few hundred feet apart. Isabella ran between us. Ferrying empty containers to me and carefully taking my full containers back to Martin. We ended up with hundreds of tiny, deep red, jewel- like berries. The kind of fruit that you take a bite, your eyes widen at the intensity of flavor, deep red juice dribbles down your chin and silently you reach for another, and another.
Once home I set out to make jam from our strawberries. I envisioned opening a jar sometime near the end of the year, when berries are few and far between, perhaps snow would be gently piling up on my window sill and with one taste I would be instantly transported to early summer. The end result wasn’t exactly what I had hoped. Anyone who has preserved anything knows that there is a delicate balance that much be reached to both preserve flavors and freshness and create the desired consistency in your end product. Jams and jellies rely heavily on the dance between sugar, pectin and fruit. Too much sugar and you mask the flavor of the fruit, too little and you don’t have jam, but a sauce or compote. There was so much sugar in test batch that I couldn’t taste the beauty of the berries. I knew I was playing with fire but I didn’t just pick pounds of beautiful berries to make a sugary spread devoid of the experience of eating the berries fresh from the farm. I reduced the sugar. It didn’t set. However it was incredibly delicious, transportive even, so I froze my strawberry sauce. I will spin it into vanilla ice-cream, spoon over yogurt in the morning, pool under wedges of cheesecake and spread it in-between cake layers. I did a bunch of reading about jams and jellies after putting my jars in the freezer (maybe I will do this beforehand next time) and learned that there is a pectin on the market made specifically for low sugar recipes. Let’s see if I remember that for the next time I decide to make some jam.
Happy Birthday Liam!
4 JunLiam’s 2nd Birthday Cake: 2 layers of vanilla cake, one layer of strawberry cake, vanilla buttercream with fondant.
Happy Birthday Liam!
Nana’s Potato Salad
16 MayI have been busy lately, leading me to neglect this little blog of mine. Even though it has been a few weeks since our return to Philadelphia from Cayman, I still have a carry-on that I haven’t unpacked. My little lady has been a whirlwind, coloring and singing and running and swinging and dancing through each day. I can barely keep up with her. She is reaching higher, talking faster and getting stronger every single minute. I found a new tooth today – a big molar, it looked so grown up in her little mouth. In and amongst all of these changes is another pretty big one: I will be baking a few days a week at a wonderful little place around the corner from our home, literally 3 minutes from door to door. I am nervous and excited and I start tomorrow.
Escovitch Dolphin and Breadfruit Salad
4 MayOur arrival in Cayman happily coincided with the beginning of Dolphin (Mahi Mahi). Our first night home, my father filet a dolphin, cut it into steaks and made escovitch. I have written about my version for both. His were better.
Little Cayman
2 MayMy family went to Little Cayman to celebrate my 30th birthday. We spent most of the time fishing, cleaning, prepping and cooking. Followed by eating and eating and eating and drinking. A quick snack. Repeat. This is what passes for relaxation in my family. When I pause to consider the backdrop to all these activities, the impossible quiet and solitude of Little Cayman. The tangle of sea grape trees, the carpet of turtle grass, coconuts and conch shells. Iguanas and solider crabs. The layer of salt in your hair and on your skin and the shower under the bright blue sky to temporarily remove it. And the sea. Everywhere the sea. When I stop and think of all this, I am overcome with gratitude. Gratitude to my family who organized and traveled and celebrated. Gratitude for the soul and salt and beauty of my tiny country. Gratitude and joy.