Cara cara orange and raspberry galette with a gingerbread crust

I know what you’re wondering.

What the hell is a cara cara orange?

I was asking the exact same question a few short days ago.

Here’s how it started. I went out with the intention of making of a blood orange and clementine galette, but, since I’m in Sudbury right now, some foods are a little more difficult to find at the grocery store than others. To make a long story short: there were most definitely no blood oranges in stock. I blame the city’s “only the meat and potatoes” offering and, I suppose, the fact that blood oranges aren’t technically in season until mid-January.

After calling around to a few different stores, including Sudbury’s only specialty fruit shop, it was determined that there were no blood oranges in the entire city. I gave up on that. There were, however, cara cara oranges at a shop in the city’s south end. A quick Google determined that these types of oranges had a rose hue and evoked notes of cherry, blackberry and rose petal. Oooooo pretty. They would have to do.

I then walked five kilometres to purchase said oranges. Worth it.

Turns out getting the oranges were only half the battle.

From here, I learned a new kitchen method: how to “supreme” a citrus fruit. Catie, the blogger who wrote the recipe that inspired this dessert, was luckily a culinary school graduate who explained the technique (this link is actually SO helpful).

Basically, when you supreme a fruit, you are taking off all the peel and the tough, white membrane that sits directly beneath.

While the technique seems a little difficult to master completely, I think I managed to do a pretty okay job with my four oranges (except the first one, which was a little mangled. That photo will never see the light of the Internet. Trust me, though, it wasn’t pretty). My quarter inch orange slices came out looking like tiny, Japanese blossoms.

The oranges and my late addition of raspberries (I decided that I didn’t want to attempt to supreme a tiny clementine) meshed well with the gingerbread crust that I got from Brittany’s pear gingerbread galette post. Add a dollop of whipped cream and you’re set.

Continue reading

Peanut butter cupcakes with chocolate buttercream icing

I don’t need to tell anyone twice that peanut butter and chocolate are a masterful combination.

I’ve been experiencing a peanut butter and chocolate (hereon in to be known as PB&C) revival lately, and I completely blame these cookies of Britt’s that she made back in November.

Since I got my hand mixer for Christmas, I’ve been dying to make some sort of cake and take full advantage of its blending powers. I settled (perhaps settled is the wrong word for something that you truly adored) on these peanut butter cupcakes. We were going over to a family friend’s house for supper and I, true to form, offered to bring dessert. I figured peanut butter was a safe bet. These cupcakes also came with a not-too-sweet, semi-improvised icing that I whipped up to satisfy my chocolate craving. Believe it or not, no one in my family likes chocolate in dessert (terrible, I know), so this was pretty much as far as I could go.

As for the actually cake mixing, it was a dream. My hand mixer made the batter a fluffy, peanut butter pillow which scooped like a cotton ball into the tiny white muffin cups. The oil in the peanut butter made the original muffin cups slip off after baking, and so I iced the cupcakes and plopped them back into fresh, slightly smaller ones. We had to get dressed up for dinner, after all.

In the end, these cupcakes were delicious and, surprisingly, not too dense. A PB&C success story.

Continue reading

Homemade beef pho and cheddar cheese popovers (cozy winter meals, pho the win)

One of my favourite things to do on a cold day in Ottawa is eat loads and loads of pho at one of the Vietnamese noodle shops in Chinatown. Lucky for me, a bunch of my old roommates live in the neighbourhood, so nearly every trip to see them involves a meal at one of these restaurants. And trust me, when I say there are no shortage of places to go (seriously, there is a Pho Bo Go La and a Pho Bo Go La 2. It’s like a bad sequel to a classic, but I digress..) I mean it.

For those who don’t know what pho is (like my entire family), let me try and explain. Simply put, pho is a Vietnamese noodle soup, often made with chicken or beef and served with rice noodles, basil and bean sprouts, all swimming about in broth. If you’re like Ariel and I, you’ll often squirt a large amount of two mysterious sauces into said soup (I think one is some sort of hot sauce), mix it about, and enjoy the blossoms of flavour.

Bean sprouts and basil - classic pho toppings

Though you can order many different variations of pho, my favourite is one made with well done and rare beef. Number 5 on the menu, I believe.

Anyways, it was this style of pho that I decided to recreate for my family. I found this recipe, which got me started on tonight’s dinner. Turns out I didn’t actually use it very much, and just ended up half hazardly throwing things into the pot when the urge struck me. I was hoping my “it’s hard to screw up soup” mentality wouldn’t let me down.

Luckily it didn’t, and this was lovely. The chopped, fresh ginger really made a difference flavour-wise, and I loved the extra chopped green onions.

Note to people buying beef: You want beef that is thinly sliced, a la beef you would use for a Chinese fondue. They probably won’t have any cut and put out in the meat section, so you will need to find a kindly butcher employee and bat your eyelashes. Seriously, I could get used to freshly cut meat orders.

We ate this pho to the sound of the wind whipping up our backyard cliff and circling the walls of the kitchen. It was winter food bliss.

Moral of the story: homemade pho, pho the win.

Oh hey, little brother!

PS: I also made these cheddar cheese popovers. In retrospect, they probably weren’t the most culturally appropriate side to accompany my pho (no kidding), but they just looked so damn good. Cheese cheese cheese cheese… After a moment of panic when I thought they were going to be permanently stuck on the bottom of the muffin pan, my mom swooped in and saved the day. Slightly deformed, but delicious nonetheless. Using old cheddar is a must. (Note: have adapted the recipe slightly to hopefully avoid the sticking issue!)

Continue reading

Boxing day breakfast (English muffins with Swiss cheese, salami prosciutto and avocado)

Pre-blog dance fest: I GOT A KITCHENAID HANDMIXER!!! THIS ONE!!! I WANT TO BAKE EVERY DAY.

The glory days are upon us.

After much anticipation, I am now officially home for the holidays, and with welcome arms greet my family and my mother’s endless supply of grocery products.

I got home on December 24. In a weather twist that can only be described as a Christmas miracle, it started snowing exactly 10 minutes before I landed. As I stepped off the plane and onto the tarmac of the Sudbury airport (no, we do not have those fancy tunnels that connect the plane and the terminal), snowflakes came falling onto my nose, eyelashes and scarf. Each individual flake seemed to be grasping onto 10 of its closest friends, creating huge clumps of snow that I tried to catch on my tongue. I was home and it was finally snowing. Christmas in ever sense of the word.

It didn’t stop snowing until midway through Christmas day. The temperature hovered around zero for most of the morning, meaning that it was perfect snowman-making weather. My brother and I took advantage of this, rolling giant boulders of snow through our front yard and down the hill towards our backyard cliff. The finished snowmen ended up being taller than my skyscraper height brother.

Planking break

After that, we did this. I taught my parents how to hook words and showed them that a Scrabble Dictionary was actually a thing. There was some tension over my use of the word “ar,” which is, in fact, the phonetic spelling of the letter “R.” The Scrabble Bible says so.

Later in the day, we settled into the dining room for the traditional family supper. Unlike some who have their whole extended family over on Christmas day, it has always been just the four of us. We pop Christmas crackers, tell lame jokes and eventually succumb to the tryptophan overload caused by a too-big turkey.

Since stores in Sudbury are closed on Boxing Day, I slept in this morning (in my double bed no less, bliss) and made this for breakfast. This random, not-that-impressive English muffin meal. I was inspired by my favourite new cookbook, What To Cook & How to Cook It. Gord and I first saw it in a kitchen boutique in Amsterdam and fell in love.

Everything in the book is organized neatly, something that appeals to my sickening need for OCD order.

And so, this happened. It was delicious. I never buy salted butter at home, so this was a treat. Recreate in your own household. It’s easy-peasy. OCD not required.

Continue reading

#operationcovertcookie (and some other December baking)

I have a serious, serious problem.

I’m addicted to baking for people. Be it my classmates, roommates, family or co-workers, I cannot stop. It has gotten to the level that it is unhealthy and I am in the kitchen for five hours straight. I am surprised my oven hasn’t exploded yet. The worst part? I ENJOY IT. At least I’m not in denial anymore. That’s the first step towards recovery, right?

It all started like this…

As some of you know, I’m interning at the Ottawa Citizen this month. This means that I haven’t been at home with my family for the traditional holiday build-up. Logically, I decided to recreate Christmas home time for myself here in Ottawa. That means lots and lots of baking. Even more than usual. Anyways, my co-worker Matthew and I were in cahoots one day over email and decided to start #operationcovertcookie.

I told him that I was planning on bringing cookies into the newsroom one day, and he said he would join me. Then a flash of what I can only describe as pure genius struck him: a top secret cookie FLASH MOB. People love cookies. People love flash mobs. This plan was brilliant.

Matthew and I got a few of our other co-workers on board, and we decided on the time for our operation to get underway. 13hr30 Wednesday afternoon. Close enough to Christmas that it’s appropriate, but on a random enough day that people are still surprised.

Since I have this perpetual need to impress people through baking, I decided to bake three different kinds of cookies.

1. Peanut butter candy cookies from Bakerella
2. Vegan ginger cookies
3.  Peppermint double chocolate cookies

The latter recipe was a real doozy and made – wait for it – five dozen cookies. Le sigh. What a first world problem, having too many cookies. Luckily Twitter is a wonderful cookie-getting-rid-of tool, and I quickly disposed of (if that’s the correct word) a dozen of them. What are friends for, right?

Anyways, #operationcovertcookie was a HUGE success. We didn’t wear black unitards nor did we don fake cheetah print (both were suggested undercover outfit choices), but it was fantastic nonetheless.

A few lessons/fun adventures from this cookie baking session:

– If you’re prone to eating several cookies worth of raw dough (guilty, guilty, guilty), you will eat EVEN MORE when said dough is vegan and doesn’t contain raw eggs and other things that are normally supposed to be bad for you. The ginger cookie dough was unreal. Plan to eat at least 1/8 of it pre-baking.

– You may have to explain to the clerk at your small, local corner store what Smarties are. You will motion frantically at the M&M’s and say they’re similar and then draw out a spherical shape with your hands. You will ask if they have Christmas-themed Smarties, which will confuse him even more. You will then proceed to buy the normal M&M’s and pick out the green and red ones.

– When trying to be sleuth bringing cookies into an open-concept newsroom, don’t bring a Tupperware that is the size of half of Texas. See, if I didn’t have a baking problem this wouldn’t be an issue. Related: people on buses don’t like people with Tupperware.

– Pampered Chef parchment paper is wonderful. I’m so glad the no name stuff was sold out and this was on sale. It lasts FOREVER.

– Colourful sprinkles improve cookies by a tenfold.

I’m also addicted to photographing cookies. Here’s what you’re stuck with.

Oh yeah, and here are some of the other cookies I’ve made for classmates over the past month…Instagram-ified Not pictured: peanut butter stuffed chocolate cookies. They were good.

Light and fluffy ricotta cookies
Christmas swirl icebox cookies
Peppermint vanilla cupcakes for a friend's Christmas party

Continue reading