This is about a hazelnut cake that lead the life of a the Bollywood film, Highway. The concept started out distinctly exciting, baked into a bit of a disappointment before then surprisingly redeeming itself at the end. What a deceptive little fellow, this.
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I’ve long been a fan of Dorie Greenspans Dimply plum cake and when I recently saw an enormously tempting pic Rutvika Charegaonkar had posted on Facebook, I knew I had to rustle this one again ASAP.
Now, when I need to bake, I need to do bake and not having any plums wasn’t going to stop me either. To kill two birds with one stone, I decided to use up some peaches that I wasn’t in the mood to eat as God (pr Man) made them. After all, fruit MUST be consumed. Everyday.
To take the whole thing up a notch and accentuate the peaches, I ditched the cardamom and vanilla and replaced them with 2tsp finely chopped basil leaves, 4 cloves, zest of 2 limes and half an orange. The eureka moment for me, though was when I held above four together in my hand, trying to smell them together and get a sense of wether I thought it would work. Did you know that cloves have a note that distinctly echoes the spicy notes of basil? And this is the same note that brings out some complexity in peaches! Meanwhile, citrus , especially lime underlines the fresh tart sweet juiciness of the fruit. How can this not be exciting? It’s such joy to see what flavour combinations can do. The fragrance of the cake alone was payoff enough and the layers of aromas, more delicious because of the unusual herbiness of basil. Perhaps it was the citrus and spice combo but for me, this cake tasted distinctly of Christmas.
Suffice to say, this is a much better way to eat peaches.
Do check out the recipe on Smitten Kitchens blog.
So after aaages, I’ve started baking again. And for all my intolerances, one thing is clear. Not much makes me as bone deep, soul warmingly happy as making a delicious dessert does. Not even eating it. I’ve missed baking far too much.
It’s time to start again. And the trick perhaps is, that I don’t need to eat it myself, just find mouths to feed?
This confection inspired by one of the recipes in food52, made of layers of rich coffee flavoured cake and cinnamon meringue that sandwich some amazingly luxurious pastry cream was an exciting return to my oven.
All in all, I thought the dessert was a splendid idea but I confess I feel the cake layer were not exactly what I wanted. To do justice to the medley of beautiful flavours, the crackly, crunchy, nutty-sweet cinnamon layer of meringue and the silky banana-ey custard, the cake needs to either be lighter or crunchier. So that’s the plan for the next trial. And if all goes well, I know this will be one of the unusual, stunning desserts I’ve made. And perhaps one day, you can order it from Bombay Chowparty?
I HATE plum cakes. Growing up as a Catholic means that I was brought up on the ritual of family baking during christmas, churning out masses and masses of cake. The house would fill with the baking aroma for days, starting with parents soaking jars and jars of fruits in rum, dad cracking dozens of eggs into a pail, mum caramelising the sugar over the hot stove in Delhi winters, and the best part – having the house to ourselves when the parents were away at the bakery -to come back hours later with endless kilos of plum cakes. Maybe it’s that I hated was having to go to tens of neighbours houses with plates of plum cakes. Or maybe its that the typical christmas cakes with their spicey-sour-fruityness are not my thing – atleast on anyday other than the day they were baked. As plum cakes go, I attest that my mums were the very best. It’s that plums cakes are just not my thing. Read more
I thought this one was going to be my nemesis. 3 tries and as much heartbreak. Could this actually be a mirage. All those people on the internet claiming that this was the best cake in the world. Was it all a conspiracy? Not yet ready to give up on the inherent honesty of all things sweet, milky and cakey, I kept on. … and 3 cakes later, oh I am so so glad I did.