Archive for February, 2013

Boca Negra

Once again, I missed an adverb in the directions.

I decided to break up the cake into cupcakes so I could give away single serving sizes. I had high hopes for a cute presentation with the bourbon icing. Well, I followed all directions perfectly, but somehow I missed ‘butter the pan lightly.’ I missed ‘lightly.’ I guess I read it as  ‘butter the pan liberally.’

So I did.

I slathered the cupcake liners with enough butter to choke a cow. About a stick of butter on 12 cupcake tins.

This may have been a little too much, I think.

When I took the cupcakes out to cool, there were tiny pools of melted butter at the bottom of each tin. I immediately thought of my arteries.

Still, they came out with the crispy top. But within seconds, the centers caved into tiny craters that looked as though the Russian meteor hit them. Consequently, putting the icing on the cupcakes wasn’t a workable possibility. So there went my presentation.  Nevertheless, there is always an alternative. Once these little guys cooled down (interpret as: the butter had finally congealed), I was able to use a fork and apply the double dip method: fork the cake right out of the lining and double dip the fork into the icing – then eat.  It worked to near center of the cupcake where I had to stop as the center was more of a batter like center. For the first third of the cupcake, it wasn’t bad at all!

I’d make these again, but I’m watching for the adverbs.

Boca Negra Cupcakes with butter craters and bourbon icing for dipping

Boca Negra Cupcakes with butter craters and bourbon icing for dipping


Focaccio with Rosemary and Balsamic Salt

Several problems were encountered with this recipe and solutions are offered.

Problem 1: I wanted to have this for our Super Bowl dinner. But I started too late to allow the dough to set for 36 hours in the frig. So, I decided to bake one of the doughs on Sunday afternoon after a 17 hour rest and the other two after they hit the 36 hour mark. The dough less rested came out well. But the other two were better. Solution:  Drink a lot of beer before dinner, the difference between 17 hours and 36 doesn’t much matter!

Problem 2:  I really don’t know how to work with fresh rosemary except to pull each little spindly leaf off one at a time. I found this time consuming and began playing, “he loves me; he loves me not. . .”   It’s obvious, don’t you think? However, it never quite worked out the way I wanted it to, so I kept pulling those leaves off each stem. (The rule was to completely clear the stem.) At the end of each stem when I found ‘he loves me not’, I had to start another so that I could get to the ‘he loves me’ as the conclusion. This required a lot of rosemary pulling. And, in order for it to be true (‘he does love me after all!) I had to use all the rosemary leaves on the focaccio. This was a lot! So I generously sprinkled an herb that, in fact, I’m not that fond of. Unfortunately (or fortunately), most of them fell off when pulled from the oven. I wonder what that means????  Solution: Use balsamic salt with the rosemary as a topping. It stays on and is very good!

Problem 3:  I took several pictures of all my focaccios. With my phone. Which chose this week to take pictures but not allow me to send them!  So my husband lent me his camera and while he is figuring out the problems with my phone, my photos are on hold. Solution: Post them later.

Did we like it?  Yes!!!  AND He still loves me!

Update 12 hours later:  Here’s the photo – not very creative, I’ll grant you that! Phone pics are still somewhere in cyberspace. . .

Focaccia on red cutting board

Focaccia on red cutting board