Mmmmm, pie. I made an excellent mushroom, spinach and onion pie last night. Served with a light salad it was perfect cold weather fare-had it been cold (January in Nebraska, it just shouldn't be this warm). I've had such great luck with the recipes in this cookbook. Simple ingredients, easy to follow directions, and perfect results. I sure do miss the days of reliable cookbooks. Today, they're all glossy photos and untested recipes that were rushed off to the printers for the Christmas sales deadline. Maybe not *all* of them, but a good many from my experience. The cookbooks from Sunset magazine are reliable, and I've used my bread baking and canning cookbooks to the point where they are falling apart. Anyway, with a fever and a running nose (and cough, oh god, the cough will not stop) I didn't feel like doing anything that would require much concentration. What I got was a beautiful coffee cake that can sit on the counter all weekend long for people to help themselves...which they will be doing because I will be in bed
I haven't had a serious flu in several years-decades actually. My 21st birthday I was confined to bed with a high fever and all the fun that goes with it. That was easily the worst viral illness I've encountered and while I am miserable now, it isn't even close to the suffering that one brought. My parents were cross with me for getting sick as they'd made a reservation at some exclusive restaurant, and I was too sick to go. They took my sister instead, but not before tossing a plastic bag at me in bed containing my present. When I finally was well enough to look a couple days later, I discovered a cheap nylon robe in what was obviously the wrong size (I was never in my life a small). Anyway, I'm not likely to ruin anyone's weekend by taking to bed, but if I do at least there's food in the fridge and cake on the counter.
You Will Need:
A strong glug of peppermint schnapps (that was for me, but you should have one too-medicinal qualities, blah, blah, blah)
1/2 pound unsalted butter, softened
1 1/4 cups granulated sugar (I went with just 1)
2 large eggs
1/2 pint sour cream
2 cups plain flour
1/2 teaspoon bicarb
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3/4 cup finely chopped chocolate (recipe called for walnuts)
1 teaspoon cinnamon
2 tablespoons sugar
Grease and flour a tube or Bundt pan. Beat together the butter, sugar and egg until light and fluffy. Stir in the sour cream. Sift together the flour, bicarb, baking powder. Add to the creamed mixture mixing well without over-mixing. Stir in vanilla. Toss together the chocolate, sugar, and cinnamon.
Pour half the batter (it will be thick) into the pan, spreading to even it out. Scatter half the chocolate mixture on top. Place remaining creamed mixture on top, and then finish with a layer of the chocolate. Place pan in a COLD oven, and set to 350 degrees F. Bake about 55 minutes (keep checking as ovens vary, or until it tests done with a toothpick. Cool in the pan on a rack.
The cookbook suggests serving it in slices directly from the pan, but I had no difficulty unmoulding it. I would caution you to let it get mostly cool (at least 30 minutes) before turning it out, and to generously butter and flour the pan. If you have any doubt about your pan or abilities though, do as the book suggests and cut it in the pan.
I dusted mine with icing sugar, but a light glaze would also be nice. Sour cream cakes (this is pretty much a pound cake) keep well in a cool place. If you're in a warm climate, keep it in the fridge and bring it to room temperature before serving.
Happy weekend. I'll be in bed with the hottie (that's the hot water bottle, get your minds out of the gutter) if anyone needs me. I won an eBay auction of five pristine bottles of Lentheric perfumes in their original gift packaging and cellophane for the absurd cost of $11.00 They arrived today, but alas, I won't be able to smell them any time soon. I know I like Tweed, but Shanghai, Confetti, Dark Brilliance, and Miracle are new to me. There's my incentive to hurry up and get over this snot-fountain of a flu.
Did someone say, "Cake? I'll be right over!"