Preheat oven to 425. Butter spring form pan with 2 ½” sides and coat with sugar and tap out.
Melt 10 Tbs. of butter with ¼ cup of sugar in saucepan over low heat until sugar dissolves. Then add both chocolates and stir until melted. Remove from heat and add vanilla.
Divide eggs whites into a bowl and yolks into another. Using electric mixer beat egg whites with salt until foamy. Gradually add ¼ cup of sugar, 1 tablespoon at a time until soft peaks form.
Next whisk yolks until thick and pale yellow about 4 minutes. Whisk inwarm chocolate mixture with egg yolks.
Whisk 1/3 of whites into chocolate mixture. Fold in remaining whites.
Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake until top forms crust but center of cake remains moist & moves when pan is shaken about 15 minutes. Cake will appear under-cooked. Let stand in pan overnight. Cake will fall as it cooks.
Run small knife around cake pan side to loosen. Release pan sides from cake. Sift powdered sugar over to top, cut into wedges and serve with whipped cream or ice cream.
This recipe came from the old Gourmet magazine. According to The NY Times the magazine ceased publication in 2009. So this recipe is old and The Boss has been making this chocolate wonder for years. Expect compliments because it’s that good.
“Because you make wonderful desserts and our dinner parties would not be the same without one of your desserts.”
This cookie recipe is a recipe Grandma Beverly used to make. I don’t remember The Boss ever making this cookie. When the offspring were young there were always homemade cookies in the house. Still I’m pretty sure I never had this cookie. Until yesterday. I was forced to sample one before dinner. All I said was
“These things are dangerous!”
2 egg whites
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup chopped pecans
6 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips
dash of salt
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Add dash of salt to the egg whites.
Beat egg whites until fluffy.
Gradually add sugar and beat until stiff. Add a few drops of vanilla.
Fold in pecans and chocolate chips.
Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper.
Drop by the spoonful onto the cookie sheet.
Turn oven off and leave the cookies in the oven for a minimum of three hours or overnight.
Makes about 30 cookies.
I learned the “forgotten” part of the cookie description is when you put the cookie sheet into the oven then turn the oven off. Set it and forget it.
You can butter the sides, brown in a pan, and viola…breakfast!
Trust your instincts and don’t use a dried spaghetti noodle to see if the cake is done. I used a strand of fettuccine only to break off a sizeable piece. The crowd was warned. If you find the spaghetti don’t eat it.
Thanks Rhonda wherever you are. We won’t wait another 25 years before we make this cake again.
Grease and flour a bundt pan. Preheat oven to 325°.
Mix buttermilk and baking soda. Set aside.
In a large mixing bowl cream butter, sugar, and salt.
Add eggs one at a time and beat well after each egg.
Add half the buttermilk mixture and mix well.
Add half of the flour and mix well.
Add remaining buttermilk mixture and mix well.
Add remaining flour and mix well.
Pour batter into your greased and floured bundt pan.
Bake at 325° for one hour and 20 minutes. Due to oven and atmospheric variations, check the cake after one hour and 10 minutes.
“Why do I always have to make dessert?”
“Because you are an excellent baker and all of your desserts taste wonderful.”
“Why don’t the neighbors ask you to make appetizers instead?”
“Because your desserts are better than my appetizers.”
Sometimes it takes time to decide what to make for a neighborly get together. Pound cake sounded good so we dug out this old recipe from the box. Our first house was located on a cul-de-sac. It was and still is a great spot to raise a young family. A young family of four lived across the street and Rhonda was the source of this recipe. I’ve not changed the ingredients but the instructions have been somewhat modified.
“How come when everyone gets together I have to make dessert?”
“Because you make good desserts.”
“I don’t want to make the same thing. Find a recipe that has pumpkin in it but is lighter than pumpkin pie.”
You don’t have to reinvent the wheel every time you cook. A quick internet search usually produces a number of recipes worth trying. Reader comments of course can be priceless. I picked this recipe because I thought to myself, how bad can pumpkin, cream cheese, vanilla pudding, pecans, caramel, vanilla wafers and fresh whipped cream be?
3 egg whites beaten
1 cup sugar
Pinch of salt
1 cup graham crackers crumbs
1 cup pecans chopped
½ tsp baking powder
Beat egg whites until stiff then add salt, sugar (slowly), and vanilla. Fold in or beat at low speed graham cracker crumbs, pecans and baking soda. Bake for 25 minutes @ 350 degrees.
Last weekend the Normal Hill Gang gathered at Barking Dog Ranch. Another Saturday, another opportunity to share good food and wine with good friends. I’m reasonably positive my lovely wife has made this pie for the gang not just once but several times. But everyoneraved about the pie as if they never had it before. As promised I put this recipe on my blog.
While researching a cooking method for sirloin tip roast I opened a 1947 copyright version of Irma Bombeck’s Joy of Cooking. There are several copies in the house and this copy belonged to my mother-in-law Beverly. On the inside front cover I found this pie recipe handwritten neatly. It was the kind of place you put a recipe you don’t want to lose. We figured the recipe was probably written in the book sometime in the fifties.
So here you go. My modern day version of the inside cover of a treasured cookbook. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream. But as I write this I realize why everyone loved the pie.
It was the pumpkin ice cream. Not vanilla, nor whipped cream. Pumpkin ice cream and Good Pie. YUM.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre | The falcon cannot hear the falconer | Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold | Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world | The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere | The ceremony of innocence is drowned | The best lack all conviction, while the worst | Are full of passionate intensity. -- W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming