Cranberry Walnut Cookies
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
Is 2008 really coming to an end? When I look back on the year, it's hard to believe that we're about to close this chapter in our lives. I can't imagine a better way to say goodbye to 2008 than with a challenging day in the kitchen, courtesy of The Daring Bakers, of course.
This month's challenge is brought to us by the adventurous Hilda from Saffron and Blueberry and Marion from Il en Faut Peu Pour Etre Heureux. They have chosen a French Yule Log by Flore from Florilege Gourmand.
What is a French Yule Log?
Baking with a child can be magical. Not in the enchanted forest way, but in a "fill your heart" happy way. Every little detail of the recipe occurs with presence. Whether it is cracking an egg or sifting the flour, a million questions are asked and hopefully patiently answered. There is total awareness of each step accompanied by thoughtful explanation. I am training another baker, after all!
So, when I found myself curled up on the couch with MaryJo, I was delighted when she wanted to bake. She really loves baking with her Aunt Nay Nay! I am so lucky. Our ritual is the same, she grabs a cookbook from my shelf and begins searching for the perfect recipe. She narrows it down to a few choices, and once we read the instructions, the pantry and timing help us make a decision. On this particular day, Molasses Spiced Cookies took the honor.
Baking is very therapeutic for me. When I am baking solo, there are times when I drift into the zone. It's more of a zen-like state, but nevertheless, I am baking and thinking - but not about each other. When you add a child to the mix, it's all about the baking. You are thinking about the ingredients, the techniques, and the "whys". And, at the end of the day, when it's time to sprinkle the cookies with sugar, the sugar becomes the pixie dust ending for this magical day.
This is the time of year when holiday baking goes into full gear. There are many cookies, cakes, pies, and confections to mix, stir, and bake. With Christmas parties and family gatherings, many goodies are expected, if not required.
I can't believe it's been over 20 years since high school. Where did the time go? It seems like yesterday that I was sitting in Mrs. Goldstein's class taking a test about the structure of cells. I will let you in on a little secret. I never really enjoyed science. In fact, other than human biology (and I'm sure you get my drift), science was really boring to me. The truth is that I had very little interest in mitochondria, osmosis, and other such important topics. That daily hour of science easily won the dubious honor of the worst hour of my day. For those who know me well, I'm sure you would have guessed math. You would be wrong, very very wrong. Math was a close second, a very close second, but science won the prize.
I'm sure you're wondering what this confession has to do with baking. Well, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. So, picture this scene. Bellied up to my stove, I was lulled into deep thought by the rhythmic stirring. As I was slowly stirring the very hot and fragrant mixture of butter and sugar in my saucepan, I was struck by the oddest thought, "Cooking is like science." I would have violently shuddered, but the sugar and butter smelled so good that it quelled the urge. Baking and Science in the same thought? In my thoughts? What is the matter with me!?! How could my yin and yang collide in such glorious fashion?
Well it did. With all teasing aside, if you heat up sugar, you are not going to get hot sugar. With a little love and patience, you will have some form of caramel. If you add water, you will get a caramel syrup. If you add butter, you can coerce it into a warm toffee. Add a little cream and you are on your way to chewy caramels. Depending on the temperature and the length of time, your confection will either be chewy, crunchy, blond, dark blond, or - hopefully not - burnt.
It's that time again. The Daring Bakers have struck again, and this time it's a truly sweet treat. How does Carmel Cake with Caramelized Butter Frosting sound? I know, I know, it sounds so sweet! And it is. Baking this cake came at the most perfect time. What better time to serve this sweet treat than at Thanksgiving.
"What, no pumpkin pie?" Don't get me wrong, I get the whole "pumpkin pie requirement" for Thanksgiving. It would be a travesty to my family if I didn't have a few of those sweet gourds resting in pie shells baking in the oven. This year, I even took the time to bake the pumpkin and puree the goodness. But, I digress - that is for another day and another post.
Back to the Caramel Cake. It was great to offer a slice of Caramel Cake after our Thanksgiving meal. It gave everyone a choice, an alternative to the old faithful standby. And let me tell you, everyone was delighted! It may have just earned the honor of becoming a Thanksgiving tradition.
It is official. I am back! To all my faithful readers, I truly appreciate your loyalty and patience. Through all of the bumps in the road, the one constant, familiar, happy place - is and will always be - my kitchen.
Last weekend was a lazy weekend. There was a chilly crispness in the air that betrayed the bright sunlight. Luckily for me, I was able to spend a day with my best little girl in the world, MaryJo. We began the day with an indulgent breakfast at the world-renowned, world famous IHOP. The best place for strawberry syrup....so I'm told. I believe that 8 year-olds can be considered syrup aficionados. After filling our bellies, we embarked on a day of baking in a sunny kitchen.
Decisions, decisions. What should we bake? We curled up on the couch with a few of my favorite cookbooks and began looking at the pictures. If you've never discussed the merits of chocolate frosting versus ginger-laced cookies with an 8 year-old, I highly recommend it. It's inspiring. By the way, chocolate always wins.
Each recipe caused us to pause and consider the list of ingredients. I knew she was humoring me as we read through the list. The truth - if the picture didn't make her swoon, it was crossed off and had no hope of ending up in a cookie jar.