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Classic Iced Butter Cookies
Yield: about 44 small sized cookies
From Cook’s Illustrated
Ingredients:
12.5 ounces flour
5.5 ounces superfine sugar (whiz regular granulated sugar in a food processor for 30-45 seconds)
1/4 teaspoon salt (I would have increased this by a touch)
8 ounces (2 sticks) butter
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 tablespoons cream cheese
Directions:
Mix the flour, sugar, and salt together in a stand mixer fitted with a paddle attachment. Add in the butter, 1 tablespoon at a time, until the mixture starts to resemble sand. Add in the cream cheese and vanilla and mix until the dough begins to come together. Remove from mixer and lightly knead a few times to bring dough together. Pat into two disks and refrigerate at least 30 minutes, and up to 3 days.
Once dough has chilled, preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Roll dough out to 1/8 inch thickness and cut into desired shapes. Freeze dough for at least 20 minutes, or until very firm. Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until cookies are barely turning golden. Cool on a wire rack.
The decorator icing is from Bridget of Bake at 350, who makes just about the most perfect decorated cookies.
I increased the recipe by 1.5 and had plenty… In fact, I had way too much. For this number of cookies, I think 1 batch of the recipe would do. I tinted using Wilson gel colorings, which I prefer over regular food coloring for their potency.
La Neige et Le Gingembre
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.””
Driving through the countryside, the dark allure of this season is illuminated; weak beams of sunlight stream through lavender clouds, lighting upon endless fields of dead crops, standing proud and tall against the frost; upon lustrous evergreens and silvery deciduous trees, between which the ground is laid bare, the soft carpet of needles giving way to hard cold ground only at the edges of the forests.
Actually, I’ve been up to my ears in ginger cookies for the last week. I’ve been in hot pursuit of ones that were chewy and soft; anti-gingersnaps, as it were. I ended up with many, many, many gingersnaps. Delicious? Absolutely. Soft? No. Rock hard Crispy.
All the trials boiled down to these cookies. They are perfection.
I may or may not have also added them to my winter breakfasts. But you didn’t hear that from me.
2 1/4 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
3/4 teaspoon kosher salt
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 1/2 tablespoons ginger
pinch cardamom
1/2 teaspoon cloves
1/4 teaspoon allspice
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter
1 cup tightly packed light brown sugar
1/4 cup molasses
1 egg
1/3 cup granulated sugar
T-Minus
My stomach is still bloated has barely regained its balance from Thanksgiving, and I’ve already got the next holiday on the brain.
Exactly one month!
I had a very beautiful, very long, very poetic post written to go along with this.
I’m sorry that I’ve been away from the blog for some time. Thanksgiving really took it out of me, as I decided to undertake the prep and cooking of the entire meal myself.
I went and got the turkey from the farm, a trek that ended up being far harder than me going out and hunting a damn turkey myself. As it turns out, there are multiple “Creamery” Roads, complete with “ninety-degree turns” right near house number 200s in the nearby Slaterville Springs. Can you guess who went to the wrong one? What turned out to be the completely wrong one? Yes, me. And don’t laugh. I had to drive 5 miles in a state forest OFF-ROAD in my Volvo to get to the wrong farm, only to discover that the house numbers went from 194 to 204. What the…?!? Yes, I went 45 minutes past the correct Creamery Road. Upon this realization, I cursed, cried, and punched my steering wheel, à la Shit Girlfriends Say (go to 2:07). I’m kidding. But I did wheel my car around and speed back through the forest as fast as I could, suspension be damned.
It was all delicious; I was very happy. And exhausted. Still am.
The night before Thanksgiving, we celebrated my oldest brother’s birthday. I made him a French toast cake, which consisted of a brown sugar, brown butter cake filled with cinnamon cream cheese, frosted with a brown sugar swiss meringue buttercream, topped with a maple caramel glaze, and finished with candied bacon. Yowza.
I’ll be around more often; I promise. After all, I have some serious holiday baking calling my name.
P.S. I’m thankful for you guys! It seriously awes me that I even have readers. Love y’all.
ingredients:
Ad Hoc
Fig, Pistachio, and Cornmeal Brown Butter Blondies
adapted from smittenkitchen’s infinitely adaptable blondies
ingredients:
1 stick butter, browned
1 loose cup light brown sugar
1 egg
2 teaspoons vanilla
big pinch kosher salt
3 tablespoons coarse polenta
1/4 cup fine cornmeal
1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon white whole wheat flour (can use all-purpose)
1 cup chopped dried figs
1 cup toasted chopped pistachios
directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease an 8×8 pan. Stir brown butter and brown sugar together, then stir in egg and vanilla and salt. Add in the cornmeals and flour, and stir until combined. Add in the figs and pistachios. Spread into pan and bake until golden and slightly firm to the touch, 30-35 minutes. Allow to cool slightly, slice, and remove from pan. Allow to cool completely, then dust with confectioners’ sugar, if desired.
Sand in the Vaseline
Together
Moody Blues
And because I can’t resist… Here are some autumnal pictures I’ve taken.
Greedy Mother Fudge
1½ CUPS (7½ OUNCES) ALL-PURPOSE FLOUR
1¼ CUPS (4½ OUNCES) NATURAL UNSWEETENED COCOA POWDER (SEE NOTE)
1½ TEASPOONS BAKING SODA
½ TEASPOON BAKING POWDER
¾ TEASPOON KOSHER SALT
2 OUNCES 70 PERCENT CACAO CHOCOLATE, COARSELY CHOPPED
1 CUP BOILING WATER
1 CUP BUTTERMILK
½ TEASPOON VANILLA EXTRACT
2 LARGE EGGS, AT ROOM TEMPERATURE
½ CUP VEGETABLE OIL
2¼ CUPS (16 OUNCES) SUGAR
1. Liberally butter two 6-by-3-inch regular or contour cake pans and dust with sifted cocoa powder. Tap out the excess cocoa.
Across the Pond
The stewardess just yelled at me for the third time to turn off my mobile device.
I’m that person. Oops.
Anyways, I’m going to London to enjoy this long weekend in the cold, gray U.K.
I like to pretend that people actually read this blog, and that these fictional readers would be very disappointed if I up and left the country without so much as an adieu.
I’ll be back on Thursday with a new recipe.
It involves lots of chocolate. Lots.
Cheerio!