Category: cookies
Handle With Care
Tonight, we may even have an ice storm. I look outside right now and see flakes pouring down , whirling in strong gusts of wind.
I Know Not
for the miso caramel:
adapted from food52
ingredients:
25 g sugar
10 g water
20 g heavy cream, room temperature or slightly warmer
1 teaspoon shiro miso
directions:
Put the sugar and water in a heavy bottomed saucepan and bring to a boil.
Allow to cook until the caramel is deep amber; remove from heat and immediately stir in heavy cream, whisking all the while.
Mixture will splatter and bubble and steam; beware.
Once all the cream is incorporated, stir in the miso.
If you want a slightly thinner sauce, you can stir in up to 2 tablespoons more heavy cream.
for the matcha shortbread:
ingredients:
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons plus 1 1/2 teaspoons sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons matcha powder
pinch sea salt
5 drops vanilla extract
5 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon milk
black sesame seeds for mixing in, if desired
directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Cream the butter and sugar together until very fluffy and pale.
Add the matcha, vanilla, and sea salt and mix to combine.
Add in the flour and milk and mix just until homogeneous.
Stir in up to 2 teaspoons of sesame seeds.
Roll out to 1/8- 1/4 of an inch thickness.
Cut small rounds using the back of a pastry tip.
Bake for 5-6 minutes, until fragrant and firm to the touch.
(Larger cookies will take longer; perhaps 7 or so minutes per batch.)
for the lychee sorbet:
ingredients:
1 can lychees in light syrup
directions:
Drain half the syrup, discard.
Purée the fruits and the rest of the syrup, then press through a sieve.
Freeze the resulting juice in an ice cream maker.
for the black sesame brittle:
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon black sesame seeds
directions:
Place the sugar in a small, heavy bottomed pan.
Line a sheet pan with a silpat (cannot use parchment).
Caramelize the sugar until it is amber colored; working quickly, stir in the sesame seeds and spread as thinly and evenly as possible on the silpat.
Take caution, as the caramel is extremely hot.
Allow to cool completely, then break up into organic shapes.
to assemble:
Schmear the miso caramel.
Add a few matcha shortbread cookies, then a few scoops of sorbet.
Finish with the brittle.
Serve immediately.
Knockoff
I don’t want people thinking I poured a bottle of my nicest Chanel into my cookies. Feel me?
Saranghae
danced out toward its object, eager and nimble—
-Rachel Sally, Fall 2012
Brave New World
I find myself standing on a precipice, peering down, cookie in hand.
I find myself staring at a page the color of milk, devoid of text.
I find myself adrift on the oceanic interwebs, floating, but not peacefully.
I have lots to write about. My thoughts just won’t come out as crisply and concisely as they are in my head.
I’ll be honest. I’m apprehensive. Scared, even.
I don’t know what will become of my blog now that I’ve introduced these WISE posts.
How much more thought and time will have to go into a post? (As of now, one post, comprised of just the writing, photoshopping, and formatting, let alone the preparation of the featured food, takes me roughly 1 1/2 hours.)
I have tried, and will continue to try, to put meaningful thought and time into a couple of my blog posts.
I don’t want to say it’s true, but it is: now that my blog is becoming, on a once weekly basis, a school-tool, I am more nervous about writing.
Do I sound silly and shallow? (Always.)
Am I proper enough?
Can I use y’all? And lol?
What will become of my “diva” and “stupid” labels?
Are they off limits?
I pray that you, my lovely, lovely, readers (or lookers… I know many come for the food porn photos only, [Editor’s note re: food porn: perhaps too callous?] and that is totally one hundred percent fine by me), will stick with me as I branch out into a new and distinctive field: creating blog posts that I know my teacher will see.
I shall have to test the waters; the waters I shall test.
In the meantime, let me talk about what I know best: dessert.
The inspiration for this dessert came from the idea of “Mexican hot chocolate,” which involves cocoa, cayenne, and cinnamon. From there, my mind jumped instantly to cajeta, the traditional goat milk-version of dulce de leche, which is often spiced with a pinch of cinnamon.
By then, I was spinning off on a Latin American tangent: I wanted to include corn (I had seen the wonderful corn cookies from Milk Bar recently), avocados, limes, bananas, etc.
With a firm flavor base in my head, I edited components out.
I knew I wanted to do a sweet “guacamole,” in the form of a lime-avocado purée.
I knew I wanted to use corn cookies.
I knew I wanted an ice cream.
I knew I wanted fluffy sponge cake and bittersweet ganache.
Here’s the result.
A Wise Man Once Said
Je Te Kiffe
Our nation’s most lovey-dovey holiday is right around the bend. Now, I’m sure that many Valentine’s Day-bashing memes and rants will soon be populating the internet, but this post is not for that.
“Be mine” |
I adore Valentine’s day; not because I celebrate it with anyone in particular or do anything special- I just love the idea.
(I love you, my dear readers, and I am ever grateful for you!)
Conversation hearts are iconic of elementary school valentine exchanges. Personally, I hate them. They don’t taste good; they’re not chocolate; they say weird things like “SEXY,” which are not appropriate for grade schoolers, etc. Anyways, they’re just meh.
Oh! But look!
Here are some sweet little conversation heart cookies, written in French. They have sugar AND butter, and are accordingly delicious, they say exactly what you want, and they’re cute to boot.
I made these with a simple sugar cookie dough, like here, here, or here (Ohmagah. Those cookies. I can’t even. SO stinking perfect. I hate love envy them so.), and frosted them with even simpler royal icing.
I didn’t yet have my #1 tip, and my #4 was way too large (see the last photo in the series), so I had to write with a toothpick to get the right size. It was a real headache, let me tell you.
I’m still trying to perfect my decorated cookies. It’s becoming an obsession!
I love how beautiful they can be. Mine are not there yet. One day, though; one day.