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25Jan/1219

Tea Time.


Recently I tried to take up tea drinking. Ever since the great teatastophe of '97 I made the informed decision to henceforth swear off tea in all its guises. Iced tea. Green tea ice cream. Long Island iced tea. Matcha cake. It was just awful. I sipped a bit of my mom's green tea and made a funny face. I was traumatized.

Despite my tainted past with tea, over the years I have acquired a handsome collection of tea related things. Tea towels, tea cups, saucers, tea spoons, cream and sugar sets, cute napkins. It got me thinking, maybe I like tea after all.

I was going to give tea another chance. Maybe we could get reacquainted and become fast friends. I'm sure we just got off on the wrong foot. Perhaps it was high time for some high tea.

I had it in my head I was going to throw tea parties with all my civilized tiny hat wearing buddies. We were going to sit in my dining room all prim and proper with our ankles delicately crossed. We were going to sip fancy earl grey and chamomile out of dainty pink cups with our pinkies out. We were going to gossip and giggle and nibble on petit fours.

I mean what better place to show off my Royal Wedding worthy feather fascinator right?

Alas it was not meant to be. Tea and I just don't get along. I made the face again. It wasn't pretty.

There is one part of tea time I think we can all agree is the very best part. The treats. The tiny individual cakes, the gooey squares, the cute cookies, the powdery truffles, the glazed tarts. Because if you take away the tea isn't a tea party just a swanky buffet?

And none of that roast beef and shrimp crap. The good stuff. The end of the buffet we all save ourselves for. Let's all just admit it. You might have stuffed yourself with more than your money's worth, but you just can't refuse that spread of sugary bliss on top of everything. Even if it means that you don't feel physically capable of eating another bite for at least another week.

Here's my contribution to tea time. The best part. The star. The crowd pleaser. The treat. Cardamom Clementine Cookies. They're light and airy with the floral scent of cardamom and the subtle brightness of citrus. I'm guessing they'd go well with a steaming cup of chai tea, but I'm certainly no expert. You'll have to let me know!

5Aug/11Off

Antique Silver Spoon Ring Giveaway.

I have something super special for you today! I've recently been gushing about the anticipated arrival of my lovely antique silver spoon ring on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. I am happy to say that it arrived today from Dan at Dank Artistry in Ames, Iowa. It came a long way to fit perfectly and prettily on my thumb.

Dan is a talented artist that turns his immense silverware collection into beautiful pieces of jewelry including bracelets, earrings, necklaces and, of course, rings. He carries countless designs from all over the world and some centuries old! Each piece has a story to tell and would turn more than a few heads at your next cocktail party.

I decided I would share my experience with you all and, when I asked, Dan was thrilled to offer one of his most popular rings for a generous giveaway! I thought since antique spoons are so trendy in food photography right now it seemed only fitting to wear one on my finger and why not yours too!

The ring for this giveaway is a breathtaking Orange Blossom pattern from 1910. The design is incredibly detailed with gorgeous orange blossoms that wrap all the way around the ring. What's even better is Dan has been kind enough to size the ring to fit your finger perfectly! Orange blossom is one of my favourite scents and reminds me of vacationing in Florida with my family as a teenager.

Perhaps you're a spoon collector, jewelry connoisseur, avid gardener, or a fan of the delicious fruit. Whatever the reason, this ring is for you! Perfect for attending parties, going antiquing or a lifetime!

30Jan/1139

Oh My Darlin’ Clementine.

  I present to you the magnificent clementine. So sweet and adorable it fits in the palm of your hand. They appear tiny, innocent and unassuming but the scent and taste that explodes out of this fruit is a welcome surprise.

Everyone has a particular way of eating one. A routine. A ritual.

The glossy orange skin gives way when you pierce your fingernail through to the golden fruit hidden beneath. A fine mist of juice laces the air and fills your senses with the delicate orange fragrance. The skin is pulled back and discarded in one continuous spiral to reveal tiny sleeping segments huddled tightly together. Tenderly peel off the bits of pith clinging stubbornly to the fruit and separate the segments one by one to devour them in sequence.

I look forward to clementines every Winter. Our local grocery store has been unlucky enough to be devoid of any edible batch of mandarins or clementines all season. They've all been either unripe or overripe. Except now of course. Sweet relief indeed!

To celebrate I thought I'd make some cookies. White Chocolate Clementine Cookies.

Now please excuse me while I continue my love affair with this cute little orange.

10Oct/1088

Paint With Chocolate; Sculpt With Orange.

I made it! Challenge four! Thank you so much to my loyal readers and new friends who took the time to vote for me. I appreciate all your support and words of encouragement.

“Sure, you can take a pretty picture. But your task here is to go above and beyond and use photography to create a step-by-step, instructional photo tutorial. It could be anything from how to bone a chicken to how to make your favorite recipe, but your photos need to guide the reader through the steps. For this challenge, you'll want to go well beyond the 2 photo minimum with at least 6 photographs.”


More often than not food blogs are salt and peppered by impossible yet beautiful photographs. Fantastically layered slices of cake. Intricately detailed lattice pie crust. Perfectly frosted cupcakes. Food bloggers present their subjects in such a way that they transcend food and transform into art.

Edible art.

Like any art form it can be broken down into steps and taught. As an artist I've always believed that art is both a talent and a skill. Those that aren't born with the ability can learn it.

Andy Warhol, Salvador Dali and Leonardo da Vinci. Helene Dujardin (Tartelette), Heather Baird (Sprinkle Bakes), and Hannah Queen (Honey & Jam). All artists with different styles and subjects.

For those of you who bitterly complain that you can't draw a straight line or sculpt mashed potatoes I give you this tutorial. Follow these step-by-step photos to create your own masterpiece.

26Sep/1083

Project Food Blog #2: The Classics.

“Ready to tackle a classic dish from another culture? Pick an ethnic classic that is outside your comfort zone or are not as familiar with. You should include how you arrived at this decision in your post. Do your research then try to pull off successfully creating this challenge. Try to keep the dish as authentic as the real deal, and document your experience through a compelling post.”

I represent a diverse combination of cultures from around the world. On my dad's side there's Irish, Scottish and possibly a little Native Canadian mixed in there somewhere, but we're not too sure. On my mom's side there's Dutch and Indonesian.

I could have chosen to make any classic dish from any culture, but that wouldn't be as meaningful. Sure it would probably be delicious and I'd learn a lot about it, but I'd prefer to learn a bit about my own culture and, in turn, learn something about myself.

I'm pretty familiar with Scottish, Irish and Dutch food so I opted for something a little outside my comfort zone and also very challenging. Though I am part Indonesian I've never tried any Indonesian desserts like this Kue Lapis Legit (Indonesian) a.k.a. Spekkoek (Dutch) a.k.a. Thousand Layer Cake.

Through my research I found out that this cake was born out of the colonial period in Indonesia when Dutch settlers were melding with the native people. Both cultures influenced each other and out of the diverse sharing of traditions came this cake. Dutch baking methods collided with Indonesian spices.

The symbolism of the layers is poetic. Two cultures, both unique and beautiful, both contributing equally to make something sweet. Everyone has their layers and we would be lucky if they were made of sugar and spice and everything nice.

I like to picture my beautiful Indonesian great great grandmother baking this cake with her loving Dutch husband. It's a sweltering morning on the island of Sumatra and the lazy breeze sends the scent of this new cake whirling through the settlement past banana trees and around mischievous monkeys. She hums a curious tune to herself as she adds the final layer to the cake while he puts another log in the oven.

26Apr/107

Words of Wisdom and Pudding of Rice.

I'm not sure that I've ever told you that I'm not professionally trained in the kitchen. I think that goes without saying, but I thought I'd just put it out there. I'm mostly self taught though I've gotten loads of good experience with my family. My mom taught me how to make lumpless gravy and my dad showed me how to make a mean lasagna, among other things of course.

I don't think you need to go to a fancy culinary school to learn a thing or two about food. Anyone can be a cook and a darn good one at that. Like most worthwhile things in life, it takes time, practice and an open mind.

Here are a few things that I've learned through my trials and tribulations in the kitchen...

Don't ever, under any circumstances, leave a pot of milk alone on the stove. It will always boil faster than you think it's going to and bubble over into the burner below. Let me tell you if you've never smelled the sickly sweet and sour smell of burnt milk count yourself lucky. It's right up there with burnt hair and baby poop.

It's best to whip cream in a cold bowl with cold utensils. Something about the low temperature creates the best stiff peaks. I imagine that with all that whipping the friction might create a lot of heat as well so it's good to counteract that with chilly tools. Julia Child even suggests to put ice under the mixing bowl but that's a bit overkill in my opinion.

You don't need a fancy schmancy egg separator to divide egg whites from egg yolks. I don't even use the egg shell method either since I've had a few too many pierced egg yolks that way. I just use my own hands. They're much softer than pointy egg shells and much less expensive than egg gizmos, plus they have these built in movable parts to allow the egg white to flow through the cracks, aka fingers.

Less is more. I'm not trying to tell you that you should have one cookie instead of two. I wouldn't presume to have that kind of power over your portion decisions. I mean that the best recipes are the simple ones. Why complicate a good thing with oodles of ingredients that only end up masking and muddying the flavours? Think of the best combinations. Chocolate and peanut butter. Strawberry and banana. Lemon and blueberry. Cinnamon and nutmeg. Tomato and basil. Onion and garlic. Don't mess with a good thing people.

It's important to have fun in the kitchen. I know most of you probably have to cook everyday and you might even struggle to make things interesting for every meal. Don't stress! The moment you start to stress over food is exactly when it becomes a chore. Experiment a little, try something new once in a while, don't be afraid and, above all, keep it fun. I listen to music a lot in the kitchen and I'm not scared to admit that I dance... and sing... a lot... in my pajamas. There, I said it.

And without further delay, the moment we've all been waiting for. Cranberry Orange Rice Pudding. Would you believe I've never tried rice pudding before? It's sad but true. Today was the day and, let me just say, what a good day that was.

21Apr/106

Ode to a Broken Spatula.


Oh spatula, poor spatula...

You were nothing fancy, but you were my favourite. I didn't tell the other spatulas for fear of making them jealous. We kept that secret to ourselves. You were so beautiful with your comfortable bright orange handle and your one convenient rounded silicon edge.

You were always there when I needed you, waiting and ready to help me out with countless culinary creations. You were there to fold egg whites into chocolate. You stood by me when I poured cake batter into round pans. You even let me use you to lick clean my mixing bowl when I happened to make a particularly scrumptious frosting.

But today, yes today was different. Today I pulled open the drawer where I let you sleep and snatched you out to mix together these rather delicious scones. Not 10 seconds into mixing, with a sudden and final loud snap you broke clean in two.

You lived a long useful life considering I bought you two for a dollar. I miss you spatula. I'm sorry I broke you.

Yours truly,

Lindsey

PS: Thank you for these amazing Cranberry Orange Scones. Your final epitaph. Your legacy. Your masterpiece. Something to remember you by, though they'll not last very long.

12Apr/106

These Are a Few of My Favourite Things.

Turquoise matte nail polish. It makes my nails feel like they're made of satin.

My vintage Fenton milk glass hobnail salt and pepper shakers. They make me want to collect all things milk glass and pretty and dainty.

My beautiful freshwater pearl ring. That trio of pearls on my middle finger always makes me smile whenever I happen to glance down at it.

Origami. I'm actually pretty good at the cranes and flowers.

Peaches. Those fresh, ripe ones that are so juicy you have to lean over the sink when you bite into one so as not to make a mess of your pretty face.

Jars of buttons. My Mom used to have this glass jar filled with mixed buttons from random outfits and I loved sorting them, shaking them, or just running my fingers through their plastic smoothness.

My small assortment of piping tips for icing with my pastry bag. There's nothing more adorably perfect than precisely piped icing on a little cupcake.

My purple suede ankle boots. They make me feel tall...er.

My Kitchen Aid Mixer. Yeah, you saw that one coming.

This Apple Cake. I mean it's from Smitten Kitchen. Have you ever seen anything on Smitten Kitchen that wasn't awesome? No, that's right, you haven't.

22Feb/101

Apples and Oranges.


There are many things in life that I can do, but I really shouldn't. I can eat a stick of butter, but I shouldn't. I can hold my hand over a burning hot stove element, but I shouldn't. I can avoid doing laundry for a month, but I shouldn't. And as I stood over a fresh batch of these amazingly delicious Apple Yogurt Muffins with Cinnamon Streusel I knew I was capable of eating the entire dozen in one sitting, but I also knew I shouldn't.

The thing that really made me fall in love with these muffins is the combination of apple and orange. I get it, the apple is pomaceous and the orange is citrus, but that doesn't mean they can't make a tasty marriage. You may not be able to compare apples and oranges, but you can darn well eat them! So that's what I did and oh my god was it good.

20Feb/102

Orange You Glad I Didn’t Say Banana?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Knock knock

Who's there?

Orange.

Orange who?

Orange Cake with Chocolate Spiced Rum Ganache, that's who.

Heck yes. I know there are so many good combinations with chocolate. Chocolate and strawberry. Chocolate and banana. Chocolate and peanut butter. Chocolate and raspberry. Chocolate and almond. Chocolate and...my mouth. But really I think chocolate and orange is my favourite.

So, not much new here. This is just a variation of my Lemon Raspberry Cake, the only difference is the orange and the chocolate...and the rum. The devil is in the details. That's the beauty of this recipe, it opens so many doors, so many possibilities, so much deliciousness.

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