There's nothing a bit of chocolate can't fix. At least that's what I'd like to think.
There are days for lightly-sweetened, dainty desserts, and then there are days where only the richest and most chocolaty desserts will do.
Embrace those days. They don't come often.
Adapted from Leite's Culinaria.
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
8 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped
3/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 large eggs, at room temperature
1/4 cup all purpose flour
Preheat oven to 350°F. Line an 8x8-inch baking pan with parchment paper.
In a large bowl over slightly boiling water, melt the butter. Add the chocolate and stir until melted.
Remove from heat and stir in sugar and vanilla. Beat in eggs, one at a time.
Add the flour and stir energetically for 1 full minute—the batter will lose its graininess and become glossy and pull away from the sides of the bowl. It will be rich and seem almost sticky when you pour it.
Pour into pan and bake for about 30 minutes.
Let cool completely before lifting it out of the pan and cutting it into squares.
Does this ever happen to you: you're in kitchen, something falls on the ground, disappears, frantically try to find it but can't, know it's going to make a mess when someone steps on it, yet still can't find it, and eventually give up, hoping that it never existed in the first place?
Story of my life.
Thirty pieces of advice.
Oh my gosh. This is so cute.
Black holes. Mind-bending.
First of all, it's been two weeks since I made these, and my delay in posting has been entirely out of laziness. I made these biscuits for the purpose of using up the leftover cream from the salted honey pie, and it was the perfect amount too. And that brings me to my next point: I won't spend any time talking about how delicious these biscuits are. As a matter of fact, there is nothing extraordinary about these biscuits. I have made many a batch of biscuits and tried many a recipe, and I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to make a bad biscuit (excepting the situation of expired baking powder or something technical like that). If you think about it, nothing with so much butter and flakiness could possibly come out badly. It's common sense. Except for the fact that these biscuits contain no butter and somehow come out of the oven tasting exactly like regular biscuits. It's magic.
As I said, these biscuits are no better than those made with butter. But they don't necessitate the tedious cutting of butter into flour, and they're perfect if you have any leftover heavy cream.
Adapted from Smitten Kitchen, from James Beard's American Cookery.
Makes about 12.
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups heavy cream
1-2 tablespoons butter, melted, for dipping
Preheat oven to 425°F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
Sift two cups flour, baking powder, and salt into a large bowl.
Fold in 1 1/4 cups cream. If the dough is still dry, gradually fold in the remaining 1/4 cup until the dough comes together.
Turn the dough onto a floured surface and press it to approximately 3/4 inch thick. Cut into rounds. Dip the top of each biscuit in the melted butter.
Bake for 12-15 minutes, or until golden.
I'd say it's been a good weekend.
eating / biscuits, cookies, pie, pancakes, falafel... life is good.
listening / Classical music? I rarely ever listen to classical music, but I've begun to enjoy it. Of the small bit I've listened to so far, I like Schoenberg's Verklärte Nacht. I also like Bastille, but that's not really classical.
watching / House of Cards. It sort of reminds me of Hamlet—ambitious guy, goes to extreme measures to get power... house of cards comes toppling in the end? It's hard to decide whose side I'm on when the protagonist is so morally corrupt, but that's okay.
doing / I painted my nails green today and cleaned out the pantry, but that was really random.
wishing / since my week has been quite lacking of activity, here are some things I plan on doing next week: making coconut body butter, making this irish soda bread, doing yoga (hopefully?) and being a happy person, just because there are so many things to be happy about.
Because beach sunsets are so overrated. I went to Death Valley when I was twelve-ish and I believe I took the picture with a really cheap point and shoot camera. It must have been one of those moments that was so breathtakingly beautiful it would have been impossible to take a bad picture. Maybe that's why we didn't leave the sand dunes until it got dark and realized a bit too late that we could no longer find our car, which was parked by the road. We found it eventually.
It's also Einstein's birthday. And pi day, but you already knew that.
How to visit a French bakery.
A quiz: what career should you actually have? (I got astronaut. Aside from the fact that I'm terrified of space and would never, ever become an astronaut, I'd say it's pretty accurate.)
Lupita Nyong'o's Oscars dress is amazing. And she's also beautiful in every other way.
52 weeks of burgers. And design.
I need these sandals. If only they had my size. (!)
And these pants.