24 July 2006

lots of sugar tonight

at the moment apricots are in season here and at the special request of the person who helped me baking and eating an apricot cake i herewith will reveal a well guarded family recipe handed down from grandmother to daughter-in-law to granddaughter (me).


marillenkuchen
dedicated to oma

beat together four eggs, three quarters of a cup of melted butter (unsalted), one cup of sugar and vanilla extract to taste.

little by little add two cups of flour mixed with one tablespoon of baking powder. stir in 6 tablespoons of milk (or rum...) or enough to make a thick but pourable cake batter.

pour onto a baking tray with high edges lined with parchment paper. distribute about two pounds of halved apricots over the cake and bake at 150 degrees centigrade for twenty to thirty minutes, depending on factors beyond human control.

sprinkle generously with cinnamon and powdered sugar.


other fruit that i have used for this cake: cherries, grapes, plums, nectarines and peaches. it's a very easy recipe that accompanied my childhood in variations through all four seasons (wow, that's ninety seasons until now - i am really getting old).

06 July 2006

finding your own song in the kitchen

finally the term is over and i can take a break from tests and other annoying things until september. however i haven't been lazy during my first free week. i have cooked a lot, taken up a knitting project again that i started in february, killed a few hundred aphids, made rose jam which involved killing yet more aphids, bought vegetables from the school of horticulture in my vicinity and resolved to tidy up my room (this time i really mean it).

over the last few weeks i have come to friendlier terms with the concept of "salad as an edible dish". i found a way i actually enjoy preparing the hitherto abhorred dish - i use my mortar to produce a pesto-like dressing with olive oil and herbs or nuts as a basis, then add either a little vinegar or lemon juice, salt, pepper and perhaps a little garlic. also important: the salad leaves must not be cut but torn roughly.