If you need a bunny-soft white party cake, which we all do from time to time, then look no further. And welcome to Tuesdays with Dorie, by the way, the day in which hundreds of blogging bakers re-create a predetermined recipe from the inimitable Dorie Greespan. I baked this one up for my dear little niece Annabelle on her fourth birthday, the day before we left for Nantucket. It was a little wonky and the craftsmanship was a bit shoddy, but dare I say it was delicious? The charges can take some of the credit (and part of the shame too) for our decoration job. And little four year old girls do not necessarily notice sliding towers, crooked marshmallow gargoyles or failing butresses. Thank heavens for little girls. Click here for the recipe.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
grated zest and juice of one lemon
Combine powdered sugar and lemon juice to make a glaze. Drizzle over muffins.
Coming Up All Week:
Fourth of July
Spicy Blackened Corn Potato Salad
Catalina Island Cheeseburgers
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
At this very moment:
The Quiet Man is night fishing for sea bass with his brothers on Madaket Beach.
The girl cousins are tucked into sleeping bags watching "I love Lucy" and waiting for buttered popcorn.
The boy cousins are playing cops and robbers on the lawn with Nerf guns, with a little bit of wrestling and kick boxing thrown in for good measure.
I'm finishing up my fourth novel of the trip( a Poe biography, Morgan's Crossing, Breathing Lessons, and now Hurry Down Sunshine, plus I'm reading Johnny Tremain out loud to the charges) and wearing my new aqua blue Nantucket T-shirt that I found in a bargain bin for $6. The cheapest souveneir on the island, unless you count the seashells.
The yellow roses on the porch are straining in the wind and storm clouds are gathering, which might mean that my fisherman will be home sooner rather than later.
I'm stealing a moment from this very moment, to talk to you, dear readers. I may not get through my Father's Day menu if I don't borrow a little from this very moment. Today is cheddar cheese spread for sourdough bread. Mix it up, spread it on some sourdough bread, broil it and you'll be in cheesy bread heaven. The spread is also divine on baked potatoes, except to be honest, I seldom have any extra because I am overly smitten with the bread. But since you are less greedy and more prudent than I am, pop a couple of baked potatoes in the oven to savor with cheese spread. Mmm... Life is good. Hope you are all enjoying this very moment, wherever you are.
Money Saving Tips: When Tillamook cheddar cheese is on sale , I buy a couple loaves. (Albertson's regularly has it for $5 for 2 lbs.) It's the best for this spread, but any cheddar will work well. Swap the sourdough bread with any sturdy variety.
Cheddar Cheese Spread
Estimated Cost: $4.00
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups finely shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon paprika
1/4 teaspoon tabasco
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
Combine all ingredients and beat until fluffy. Use for baked potatoes or spread generously on sourdough bread and broil until melted and bubbly. This will keep for one week in the fridge.
Honey and Ginger Ribs for Father's Day
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I'm pretty sure that this is my sixth time on Nantucket Island. My first time was our July honeymoon. We stayed in the attic bedroom of the Martin House Inn, the cheapest room we could find on the island. I immediately loved the salt stained shingled houses, the cobblestone roads, the cleverly named cottages. And please don't get me started on the restaurants. I'm perfectly content to walk the island all day, stopping only for breakfast, snacks, lunch, snacks, dinner, snacks. Wake up. Repeat. Sigh contentedly.
Money Saving Tips: Please don't be tempted to buy the blue cheese crumbles; ounce for ounce they are much more expensive.
1 small head read cabbage, finely cut
Chop iceberg into bite sized pieces. Place in a large bowl. Refrigerate until ready to serve. In a small jar, combine buttermilk, cream, corcestershire, lemon and garlic. Add 1/4 teaspoon each salt and pepper. Place the lid on the jar and shake until combined. Just before serving, toss dressing and blue cheese with lettuce.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Burnt Sugar Peach Ice Cream
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This is why we didn't leave for vacation on Wednesday. We wanted to be sure our West could make it to his last fencing class. He wakes up happy on Tuesdays, knowing that before nightfall, he will be lunging, thrusting, and bravely jabbing epees at his giant opponents. After years of light saber play, it's good to see him turn his boyish interest into a legitimate talent. Since there will be no more fencing class until September, I brought along my camera to catch my young Jedi in action. I've appreciated the patience and kindness of the other fencers, who call him buddy and tousle his hair, just like I do. He's the youngest in his class by at least five years, and by a few decades in some cases. He can be irksome, fidgety, and pesty, I know. But he can also be loveable, kind-hearted and incredibly focused, if only in spurts. So, imagine my surprise when West received a trophy for second place on the electrical equipment. He looked very noble and serious when he arose to receive the honor, followed by other fencers who also received trophies, ribbons, and certificates. At the end of the ceremony, there was still one tall trophy left on the table. The fencing master rose and explained that the last trophy was a special award presented to the most valuable fencer in class. I'm not sure who was the most shocked when our young charge's name was called. It's a tingly tie between me, the Quiet Man, and West himself. I don't really believe he deserved it. He's getting to be a good fencer; it's true, but it doesn't hurt that he's the smallest in the class. His fencing master told the others in his regal French accent, "You see thees boy? In three years, thees leettle boy will beat all of you!" I hope so, because that would mean in three years that he would still be fencing. Even if he didn't really deserve it, I'm awfully proud of him. In any case, West was flying high from all the hulaballoo and wanted to race home to tell his Grandpa all about it. If anything good ever happens for you, my dad is the guy you want to tell. He makes you feel like he already believed it about you anyway, that he was just waiting for everyone else to figure it out. Oh, the men in my life; how I love them!