That’s the exclamation Corelyn and I made last night after we had baked a cake, ate dinner (which included leftovers from three meals), let the cake cool while we took a three mile one hour walk around our neighborhood (that involved lots of gabbing and laughing) and came home, iced said cake, and decorated it with fruit.

Although we HAVE worked on the PW Challenge since the last time we posted, I shall post in a timely manner about said cake, and therefore we are a little out of order. Bear with us.

First off, I used Ina Garten’s recipe (you know her as the Barefoot Contessa, if you know her at all.) I also consulted with my sorella, as she has made said cake before, and knows the way of the cake. I also double checked with Corelyn to make sure she was on board. This was the conversation (for real, I took it from gchat.)

Jennie: Will you help me make a flag cake Thursday night?
Corelyn: Sure. Whats a flag cake?
Jennie: A cake that looks like a flag. It’s for my office BBQ on Friday.
Corelyn: Oh nice. What flag?
Jennie: The American one? On account of Fourth of July

This is why we are friends: because Corelyn agrees to something before she knows what it is.

Problems, you ask? I know, I know, we usually have none. But I didn’t consult Corelyn before I went grocery shopping, and this resulted in a “whoops”: I read the words “2 half-pints of blueberries” and read in my mind, “2 and a half pints of blueberries.” Now, I don’t know that this is really my fault. Why wouldn’t you say “1 pint of blueberries” ESPECIALLY if you are sure that not everyone gets their berries from said grocery store that sells them in half-pints? I, therefore, came home with 2 and a half pints of blueberries and 2 and a half pints of raspberries, and a container of strawberries JUST IN CASE.

Well, the raspberry count ended up being dead on, so I can’t complain there, but that’s for later in the post.

The second problem I encountered was that I couldn’t find confectioner’s sugar at Trader Joe’s. Dear TJ’s, please expand your baking section. I must say though, they recently got bigger bags of sugar so I can actually get my sugar there, so something tells me they’re listening to my good-pleasegetbakingsupply-vibes I am sending over the airways…I had to stop at Target to find a non-existent beach umbrella (which still doesn’t exist) but Target DID have powdered sugar, so trip not wasted.

Meanwhile, after arriving home, Corelyn and I began the cake process.

First step: You take 18 tablespoons of butter and you throw them in a bowl. You cringe just a little. Then you put three cups of sugar on top (or a little less/more, depending on if your sugar is clumpy and you by accident pour too much in one cup and less in the next, hoping it’ll even out.)

Cream it. With your electric mixer. I hate my mixer, because it flings whatever I am making everywhere, and it’s lowest speed is 1 million miles per hour, but you should use your mixer anyways, even if you hate it.

Then after you cream for a bit, you’re going to add  some eggs. Two at a time, those eggs, mix, and repeat. Once your six eggs (what a good omelet amount, gone into the netherworld that is this cake) are in there you’re going to add a cup of sour cream. It’s delicious, I swear. Mix, and add some vanilla (I never measure it, but you can if you want. 1 and 1/2 teaspoons.)

MMM, Sour cream. Yes, yes…

Then you use a separate bowl, and you put some flour in there (3 cups, and yes, use all-purpose, even if you secretly hate all-purpose and usually just use white-wheat.) Also cornstarch (1/3 cup) and some kosher salt (buy kosher salt, you need it. 1 teaspoon), and 1 teaspoon baking soda.

Then after you mix that dry ingredient bowl a couple times, you’re going to start incorporating the flour business with the sugary butter business. Add a little at a time, mixing as you go.

After you’ve combined it all, you have a cake (batter.)

Thus came our problem two: my sheet pans were not big/deep enough. I decided this was fine, however, and we made two, one smaller than the other, and then made a two-layered cake. I decided this would have to work.

Isn’t she pretty? So focused…

Now you put them in your already hot 350 degree oven, for like 25-30 minutes.

Cake = done.

Now here is the hard part. You have to let the cake cool for at least an hour. Corelyn and I are not patient, and so we took a walk around the neighborhood to keep away from the temptation to ice before the cake was ready. This is even HARDER because you leave the cake in the pan, and that, my friends, is just ASKING for frosting.

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Icing: here we go.

Take a pound of butter and dump it in a bowl.

Use unsalted butter, please, when baking. Actually, you should always use unsalted butter because then you can control the salt you add to a dish. But hey, that’s just me on my soapbox.

Now you add a pound and a half of cream cheese. I used whipped, but you can use a block, whatever.

Because the frosting was too good to be true, you don’t get a shot of it done, but what finishes it is a teaspoon of vanilla and a pound of powdered sugar. So there.

Don’t they look great?

Berries for the flag…

Corelyn got a little OCD on me, and needed to do perfect blueberries, which was just fine with me, as I secretly didn’t want to do the blueberries because I was worried she’d redo them.

I would like to point out at this step in the process, we had to stop and consult the United States flag. Barefoot Contessa’s picture looks like this:

Note that she has four red stripes, and that she piped, indicating she has a pastry bag. I do not have a pastry bag. I also do not have tips. I also do not believe in gestures to the United States flag, as I am a history nerd. So we looked up the flag, to remind ourselves of which stripe starts and ends the cakes. The answer?

Red stripe, end with red stripe. And so, that’s what we did…(Corelyn is OCD about blueberries, and I am OCD about history facts. What can you do?)

Here we are. Pre-extra frosting. Six stripes of red, five of white. Nearly a real American flag. Well done, us.

Piping without a pastry bag? No problem.

Corelyn: I think I should practice.

Jennie: OK.

**two minutes**

Corelyn: I’ve decided I’m not going to practice.

Jennie: Good. I didn’t want you to, anyways.

Corelyn pulling out the piping skills…she has grown so much as someone who doesn’t often bake to someone who frequently bakes, because I make her. Excellent.

Greasy hands from butter-cream cheese frosting.

Perfect fridge? One with a flag cake, veggies, and Sam Summer. Excellent way to be heading to a long weekend…


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We’ve been a little bit behind on the PW Challenge, and we’re bouncing around all summer, so we made breakfast for dinner last weekend to get some out of the way. On the menu?

Huevos Hyacinth
Edna Mae’s Sour Cream Pancakes
Cheese Grits

Cheese into grits = cheese grits. Delicious.

Starting the Huevos Hyacinth


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This month, Corelyn and I joined the Daring Bakers.

The May 2010 Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Cat of Little Miss Cupcake. Cat challenged everyone to make a piece montée, or croquembouche, based on recipes from Peter Kump’s Baking School in Manhattan and Nick Malgieri.

A Piece Montée is basically a cake made of cream puffs that are filled with custard and dipped in caramel or chocolate, then built into a cone. Here’s a finished one, so you get the idea:

Please excuse the cracker box in the background. After Cor and I both burned ourselves, we didn’t have it in us to stage the piece montée properly.

This is making the crème patissiere. I choose to make the coffee flavored one.

Notice the constant whisking on the back burner. Because we didn’t have enough foresight to move the grits to the back burner. Which, my friends, is another post.

Adding the espresso to the custard. Mmm mmm good.

Finish custard the day after — we let it chill overnight.

This is our Pate a Choux. (Basically, this is the cream puff recipe.)

Problem Number 1: We lost the pastry tip after a handful of cream puffs were laid out.


Solution Number 1: What you didn’t see was our transfer from a gallon sized plastic bag to a freezer quart bag. Much better.

All laid out. Whew!

Brush on that egg wash.

And, just like that, they’re done!

What you didn’t see: cooling. We let them cool, whilst eating Indian food. Now, onwards, to the assembly!

Corelyn gets ready to fill those suckers, while I work on the caramel glaze to hold them together.

Checking the recipe…

Checking the caramel…

Stirring, looking good…

Corelyn’s done poking holes.

Filling the cream puffs….

Almost there….and the words, “How do you know when it’s done? I can’t tell, it’s not really clear, but it is amber colored…”

Problem Number 2: Jennie burns the caramel.

Let’s review: Corelyn’s cream puff filling = perfect.

And Jennie’s caramel making = disaster.

And, so we try again. Please notice the placement of the recipe: closer, nearer, better positioned, in case I panic again.

It gets serious: Corelyn looks for smoke, I get ready to stir.

Looking good so far…

Ahh, yes, hello caramel….

“Is it ready?”

Yes! It is. But it was going to harden fast. Ready?

As you can see, it’s already starting to harden. Yikes!!

We had to melt the caramel again, since it was hard.

Now, remember that Corelyn is stacking, I am dipping and Jeff, dear Jeff, is photographing.

Problem Number 3:The caramel is SO HOT that Corelyn and I both burn ourselves.


It’s leaning, just a little, because of our speedy assembly.

See the caramel threads? I made them because it was the fancy thing to do. They do NOT look fancy. They look like cobwebs are growing on my piece montée.



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As many of you know, I got my wisdom teeth removed earlier this week. So my diet is limited to things I can sort of slurp down. For some people, this is fine. They eat ice cream, pudding and jello for 4 days and they’re fine with that. I am not one of these people. I start to feel unbalanced if I haven’t had a suitable helping of some kind of green vegetable in 24 hours. I crave salads, and green beans, and broccoli, and brussel sprouts far more often than I crave chocolate or ice cream.

So, we’ve been prepping for my time of need for a few weeks now. First we made some chicken broth. And last weekend, we added mashed potatoes and tomato soup to the mix.

These are seriously some of the creamiest potatoes, we’d ever made. Look at all that butter. I’m embarrassed.

And then, to make them even creamier, we ran them through the blender and added even more milk. Just to get that perfect slurp-able consistency.

We also ran the leftover tomato soup back through the blender, to break up all those diced tomatoes. Here it is in the complete cast of characters:

From left to right: pudding, apple sauce, ice cream, mashed potatoes, chicken broth, pureed tomato soup, creamy butternut squash soup, avocados, gravy for the potatoes, pasta sides (I’m hoping to be able to eat those by tomorrow), oatmeal, bananas, smoothies

The surprise MVP here has been the avocado! I know it doesn’t exactly count as a green vegetable, but when I’m craving something with a little more nutritional value than pudding and ice cream, some mashed up avocado has really done the trick.

I put a little salad dressing on it –in this case Trader Joe’s Goddess dressing with tahini.

Then I mash it up until it looks like this. It may look and sound a little funky, but it’s delicious!


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Let’s take a moment and discuss one of the Pioneer Woman’s favorite go-to seasonings. Seasoning salt.

Now, as a general rule, Jennie and I are somewhat offended by shortcuts, and spending money to purchase a combination of seasonings that we could have easily created ourselves at home, but part of the Pioneer Woman challenge is that we “must trust the pioneer woman.” This mantra is how we end up adding that extra half stick of butter to the mashed potatoes and also how we ended up biting the bullet and actually purchasing some seasoning salt.

We were a little nervous. What does it say about us that we can’t mix up our own combination of onion powder, garlic powder, paprika, sugar and celery seed? In the end, we decided…it says we are smart, we have busy schedules that do not always permit us to make everything from scratch, and we do actually trust the pioneer woman.

That tsp went into the mashed potatoes I’m going to tell you about in another post. Were the mashed potatoes delicious? Absolutely. Could we discern the taste of the seasoning salt within those heavenly mashed potatoes? No. Did we elect not to add any extra salt after using the seasoning salt, even though the recipe called for it and warned us “not to under salt”? Yes. We have to draw the line somewhere.


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