Coffee pecan financiers made in a muffin pan, since it’s apparently difficult to find a financier pan. Decently easy to make. Uses a lot of eggs. They’re quite fluffy. Though they did remind me of muffins, but I’m wondering if that’s because of the shape. Lovely little things. The picture below is with coffee pecan whipped cream. Three shots of espresso and it’s basically the whipped cream version of a latte. The stuff is like crack it’s so addicting.
This was a weird, long, crazy, emotional week. Mainly because my boss at the university retired this week.You know a lot of people aren’t huge fans of their bosses, and in the past I probably would have been in the same boat. I have had several good ones, but I’ve also experienced the worst of the worst. The top of boss that makes hell reign on earth, breathes fire, and eats small children. But this was different. He was the best boss I’ve ever had, and maybe because he never really felt like a boss. More like someone who was there to help me do my job and support me when I needed it. But he also brought a level of humor to the office that could not rivaled.
At the beginning of the week I went on a cookbook binge. That’s right I bought four new books, which is insane when any single one of them would probably take me three months to go through. So buying four makes absolutely no sense, but for some reason I decided I needed all of them. Actually, I managed to convince myself to put back two, so I’m calling that a partial win.
The first recipe I tried, and well the only one I’ve tried so far, is an apricot crumble tart situation out of My Paris Kitchen by David Leibovitz. Of course, the first thing I make is a dessert. Well, if this tart is any indication of how the rest of the recipes will turn out, then I think we might be in business.
So the tart really had three components: the crumble topping, the apricot filling, and the crust. The crust was good. It was a little hard. I’m not sure why that is. The flavor was good, and it softened up a little later on. But it was a little hard. The crumble topping was good and the apricot filling was standard. Granted fillings for these type of things aren’t that difficult or complicated. I actually really liked the fact that the filling only required two tablespoons of sugar. I’m weird in that I don’t like my desserts to be really sweet. Really I like a mild sweet. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure my apricots were too sour. I may need to try this again with better apricots. Overall, I would make this again. To be honest, I’ll probably make it again tomorrow. We’re going to the market, so maybe I can scavenge up some fresh apricots.
Next up is a Mediterranean salad from that WS cookbook. I’m not super sure what distinguishes this from your standard nicoise salad. I’m sure it’s something, but I just don’t know. Probably because I’ve never made a nicoise before. Also, I left out the anchovies. Slimy, salty little fish. I have a difficult relationship with them.
Also, good standard easy recipe. Though I’m the slowest cook on the planet. No, really. I think it took me an hour to put together this salad, which makes absolutely no sense. There was almost no actual cooking involved with the exception of the green beans and boiling the eggs.
One note… I had a hard time finding nicoise or any other tiny olives. I finally found some at whole foods and they still had pits. That didn’t bother me so much, but I probably should have pitted them before dropping them in the salad. As I later discovered my husband dropping them down the disposal because he refused to eat around the pits. Yea…
So going back to my boss’ retirement week. He has this thing where his entire diet is dominated by bananas and cookies. And I should mention he eats SO many cookies. I’ve seen him eat four in a sitting. It’s actually quite impressive. So for his retirement week I made oatmeal raisin. I happen to have learned that his was his favorite. However, I absolutely abhor oatmeal raisin cookies. The little raisins masquerading as chocolate chips and fooling you at the last minute, and the fact that I can’t even eat oatmeal without my stomach having a meltdown. The last remaining remnants of my Peace Corps life are the lists of foods I am no longer capable of eating.
The first batch I made from a recipe on AllRecipes. I swear it had almost a billion 5 star reviews. It may have realistically had almost 2,000 reviews and it was at a 4.5 star. Should be good right? For some reason mine were terrible. Not just slightly funny, but not even edible. They browned too much, they spread too much, and worst of all they didn’t even cook all the way through. Should I have used my baking intuition and been like “I should chill the dough before putting it into the oven,” or “this recipe seems light on the baking soda.” Probably. But I didn’t. And it was a disaster.
The second batch was amazing. And I hate these cookies, so that says something. It was one I found on Tastespotting that had adapted a recipe from America’s Test Kitchen. You know that recipe book that my roommate swears by, but I just haven’t seemed to gotten into. Well, baking powder instead of soda and nutmeg instead of cinnamon. I also called an audible and soaked the raisins in rum beforehand and accidentally doubled the nutmeg, because apparently I can’t read.
They were incredible. Until you hit that first raisin. Ick. And I only permitted myself to eat a quarter of a cookie, because oatmeal.
Ah.. but one of the big events of the week was our office outing to the Nationals game. One of the boss’s biggest pastimes is baseball. He LOVES the Nats. So it only seemed fitting for us all to go out to a game together in the worst seats in the stadium. We were actually two rows down from the worst seats, but hey they view of the field was still really good. You could still see everything really clearly. There was no giant post in front of you and the game was just as exciting. I got a hot dog and three beers, because that’s how we roll. We then had an office party the next night for the entire school of medicine. Between the two nights he was so happy. It was really nice to see him really enjoy his last two days as a GWU Dean. It’s a nice reminder that there are still really good, caring, empathetic people out there.
One part Williams Sonoma tart dough recipe and two parts way too many strawberries on deck. Why did we buy two pounds of strawberries at Costco and then another pound of strawberries at Eastern Market? I always forget how much better farmers market veggies taste, but they do taste better. The tomatoes and strawberries were just sweeter and juicier.
So when I got home of course I made bruschetta with the tomatoes and a strawberry tart to eliminate some of the strawberry overload taking over the kitchen.
The crust was a tart crust recipe from Williams Sonoma found online. One of the better crusts I have tried actually. I also always use a different crust recipe for every pie, galette, and tart I make. Keeps you on your toes.
The rest is about a half a pound of sliced strawberries, melted butter, an egg white, and granulated sugar.
Simple, easy, and delicious.
I love tahini and for some reason always have a giant jar laying around. I make a lot of hummus in the summer, but not so much in the cooler months. So when I came across a recipe for tahini chocolate cookies, I was ecstatic, and then nervous, and then ecstatic again. I’ve never had tahini in a sweet dish before, so I was a little skeptical about how this would play out.
Anyway, the recipe I came across on Tastespotting (like Pinterest but only for food and you can’t save things, but you can save it on Pinterest) was perfect. Soft, chewy, delicious, flavorful. However, make sure to always read your recipe before starting. Fortunately I read it Saturday night and was able to throw the batter together quickly and throw it in the freezer. Apparently, it has to chill out in the freezer for 12 hours. Kind of puts a damper on quick cookie plans.
On the plus side, Sunday morning cookies are the best kind of cookie. And these were amazing. Coffee, cookies, sunshine and yoga. It’s going to be a great day.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of spending two hours at the DMV. Not the best time, but I spent most of that time on tastespotting looking at galette recipes. Thinking of all the wonderful things I wanted to try. Curiously, I have yet to find one with a substantial amount of meat on it. Like a roasted chicken or something. I wonder if that’s just not a thing.
I started off last night with a asparagus, mushroom, goat cheese galette.
I used the cornmeal pepper crust from the previous galette I made. Best crust ever. I swear it. I also sautéed the mushrooms and asparagus before assembling. It was good. I probably wouldn’t sauté the asparagus next time. It worked with the mushrooms, but the asparagus got soggy. Also, a balsamic reduction should definitely be added.
I got kind of lazy when I got to the assembling part, so it looks a little sloppy. And I may have spilled balsamic on the side.
Anyway, all you need is:
Cornmeal black pepper crust
Bundle of asparagus cut into small pieces
Half pound of sliced mushrooms
Small log of goat cheese
Olive oil to sautéed the mushrooms
Egg wash right before baking
The second galette of the weekend was a white peach. For this one I cheated and used a Pillsbury crust. I’ve never actually used one before, but I can kind of see the appeal. It was definitely easy. It bothers me a little to use it though. It’s not like I’m too proud or anything, but I am really…
4 white peaches sliced
1/2 tsp of cinnamon
2 tablespoons of sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Mixed them all together and filled the dough and baked at 350 for 30 minutes. I would recommend using some corn starch next time. The filling looks a little soupy, and leaked out one of the sides. But these were both learning experiences. That’s what it’s called right? You know when you botch up something?