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Cakes, Crisps, Clafoutis and other sweets
Pecan Cake with Brown Sugar Frosting…. And Caramel Sauce…. And Butter Pecan Ice Cream…. Okay, that all may be a bit excessive. Maybe if I made desserts more often I wouldn’t attempt to put it all on one plate at the same time. It could be ‘gilding the lily’. Or it could just be really, … Continue reading…
We were invited to an Auberge Español last week, at the home of some new French friends. Auberge Español is French for potluck – at least in our area. Why a potluck is called a ‘Spanish Inn’ I have no idea… I think it has something to do with a 2002 movie of that name … Continue reading…
My mother baked cakes. She baked wedding cakes and groom’s cakes and birthday cakes. Birthday cakes were always Angel Food. I tried to explain Angel Food Cakes to a Belgian friend. It was a bit difficult as I have never made one and Europeans don’t have cakes as such, like Americans do. Cakes here are … Continue reading…
I didn’t think we were going to have a big plum harvest this year. We walk past our biggest plum tree every morning, and, every morning, Guapa searches the lower branches for fruit. She loves plums; she wasn’t finding any.. So I didn’t plan on making jam, or really doing much of anything with them … Continue reading…
I made another cake. Which, of course, means we had another dinner party because that is the only time I bake cakes. I think I have found my niche as far as cakes are concerned: fruit and bundt pan. In another life my specialty was Devil’s Food Layer Cake with Fudge Frosting but I am … Continue reading…
I baked a cake! Which means I must have had another dinner party as that is the only time I make anything sweet (well, a few Christmas cookies). I’ve been thinking about gingerbread lately. It was something my mother made often and I’ve always loved it. But gingerbread for a dinner party?!? Why not? Tart … Continue reading…
Normally, if given a choice of sweets, I opt for chocolate. Deep, dark, rich chocolate. The more intense it is the more I like it. Mon mari, on the other hand, will eat anything sweet. He’s perfectly happy with syrupy, sugary, sweet anything. Hand him a bowl of whipped cream and he’s in heaven. I … Continue reading…