Tuesday 21 February 2012

pancakes


I once spent a considerable time in Brittany, France. In a granite cottage facing the Atlantic ocean, near Plouhinec, to be exact.  It was there that I was able to indulge in my love of Quatre Quarts and crepes (and the great American novel Moby Dick by Herman Melville). I don't think anyone can make pancakes like the Bretons. But I try. And Shrove Tuesday - Pancake Day - is the perfect opportunity to get out my trusty French crepe pan, mix up a large bowl of batter, dress the table with copious bowls of lemons and gather my family for our annual pancake-tossing competition.

When our tummies are full with freshly made pancakes served simply with lemon juice and sugar, the pancake tossing begins with great hilarity. The aim is to toss a pancake from the frying pan, as high as you can, and to catch it again in the pan. Needless to say, we step outside to do this. Dropping the pancake means instant disqualification and the pan is passed to the next eager contestant much to the children's joy. Sometimes the pancakes are tossed and fail to return - they end up on the roof, or high in a tree to be devoured by a quizzical possum or the birds at dawn. Once everyone has had a turn, young and old alike, the winner is announced and a 'press release' drawn up to spread the news to those that couldn't join us.

My tips for successful pancakes or crepes (we're not talking the American version here):

Make your batter thin - like pouring cream; have the right type of pan (thin metal base, low-sides); only put enough batter in the pan to spread a thin covering (you are aiming for a crispish-golden outside and moist, tender inside - not a thick, pale, doughy disc); make sure the pan is hot; wipe your pan with a paper towel each time you have removed your pancake; wipe the pan with the tiniest amount of butter before cooking the next pancake. Sound difficult? Not really. And the results are well worth the effort. Serve them warm and as quickly as possible after they have been cooked. And eat them however you like them.

Saturday 11 February 2012

the peony













Today is Miss J and Mr J's wedding. I've been up early putting the finishing touches to a peach and coral pink peony that I've made from sugar paste for their wedding cake.

The peony is a beautiful flower, fragrant and blowsy like a full-blown rose. As I dip my brushes into tiny jars of peach, terracotta and golden yellow, lines from Mary Oliver's poem Peonies spring to mind..with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?  I want my peony to look as though it has been plucked from a watercolour painting and if you look closely, its petals will slowly unfurl as the sun strokes them with his buttery fingers.

Best wishes Miss J and Mr J. May your lives together be both wild and perfect, forever.

Peonies by Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol.1 published by Beacon Press, 1992

Thursday 2 February 2012

cake girl finds Cake Girl

It was serendipity that I found Cake Girl. 

There she was, staring back at me from my computer screen with that purposeful yet wistful look, probably day dreaming about cakes and bluebirds and other things that make her heart skip. I know about these things.

Cake Girl was hanging in a light-filled studio in Virginia, half way round the world. She's the creation of Kaarin Nelson, a working artist with a home studio, two children, twelve chickens, a large yellow puppy, a pushy rabbit and a very patient husband. Kaarin says she hopes her paintings express the joy she feels about doing what she loves. They do.

Cake Girl now keeps me company when I bake and the lives of two women - an artist and a baker - are  linked by the joy they both feel about doing what they love.

To view Kaarin's work visit Kaarin Nelson.

PS Kaarin, all your lovely family, friends and supporters are welcome to visit me in Australia. Let me know when you are coming and I'll bake us all a special cake!