violsva: A graffiti white maple leaf surrounding the words Toronto Maple Waffles (toronto maple waffles)

1 tablespoon cocoa
2 tablespoons sugar, or a bit less
1 tablespoon cold milk, or cream, or Bailey's because sometimes it's That Kind Of Day
1 large mug

Add a bit more than 1 cup of hot milk. Or you could use tea and be historical (the flavour is 'interesting' rather than good, though). Or you could use water, but please don't.

Stir like hell.

Drink with biscuits.
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One of the problems with moving out is that I have lost easy access to Mom's recipe for apple crisp, which can be used to make one of the best comfort foods around. So I had to guess at this one, and it worked, so I'm writing it down for times when I don't even have the spoons for experimentation (and I had pretty few spoons this evening as it was).

Take 3 tbsp butter, because that's what was left of the stick. Soften in microwave. Add 4 tbsp flour, 3 tbsp brown sugar, and some cinnamon. Cream together. Maybe a drop of vanilla, too.

Add 1/3 cup rolled oats. Mix.

Slice an apple into really thin, small slices. You could do this into a separate bowl, but I just shove the crisp to one side and then mix it all again afterwards. If it's in a separate bowl, pour on the topping, preferably in layers.


Or, you know, you could put it in the oven or something, I guess. Theoretically.
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Take last, slightly wrinkled MacIntosh apple out of fridge. Cut in half.

Take the cores out, with difficulty, creating mostly-contained hollows.

Cover with cinnamon. Remember you have cloves and stick two cloves into each. (Ginger might be good. Ginger is always good. Next time.)

Fill hollows with raisins. Top with a lump of brown sugar. No, more than that.

Sprinkle oats on top.

Go, "Hey, walnuts!" Add walnuts.

Decide honey would be overkill. Maple syrup might not be, but I am a Bad Canadian and do not have it.

Zap in microwave for about three intervals of about 30 seconds. Squeeze edges slightly and they should almost collapse.

Type up recipe while letting cool. Burn tongue anyway. Try not to eat the cloves.

Also, happy New Year to [personal profile] knumpify and everyone else celebrating.
violsva: Sidney Paget illustration of Holmes and Watson, seated, with the caption "Cut out the poetry, Watson" (Holmes)
I am having an anxiety upswing because of a lot of things but mostly work, and I spent today happy but with way too much nervous energy. But I have an apartment and my Yuletide assignment as it turns out is an awesome excuse to write the fic I've wanted to write about these characters for more than a year now, and tomorrow there will be steampunk. And tonight there is shortbread, by the following process:

Realize you are hungry. Look in fridge and cupboards. Realize that possibly it's time to go grocery shopping for real, rather than at the Shoppers on the corner.

Poke around on food blogs.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Remember that oven cooks hot and lower that a little.

Get out flour, butter, sugar, cinnamon, and a clementine (because why not, and even though you don't have a reamer it should be manageable).

Measure out half a cup of butter. Drop rest of butter on floor. Blaspheme.

Leave butter alone for a bit to get to room temp.

Add a cup of flour and a quarter cup of sugar and some cinnamon. Break up butter and make piecrust (that is, mash everything with the fork until it's a bunch of little crumbs, with the butter mostly evenly distributed. Or until your arm hurts enough that you say 'screw it' and stop anyway).*

Using another fork and your fingers, inexpertly juice clementine into a saucer until you have about 2 tablespoons or 1/8 cup. Swear never to tell [personal profile] knumpify about this.**

Mush everything together with your fingers. Fingers are necessary here, because the heat helps melt and distribute the rest of the butter. Press into a ball.

Flour the counter. Place dough on the flour. Flatten.

Cut into weird triangular shapes because you don't have any cookie cutters. Arrange on greased baking sheet. Place in oven. Set timer for ten minutes.

Place dishes in sink. Consider dishes. Consider timer. Clean up remaining ingredients and the flour.

Consider dishes. Wash dishes. Rejoice in virtue and the smell of baking cookies.

Take cookies out of oven. Poke. Consider golden brownness (should be very little, just around the edges). Maybe put them back in for two minutes. Leave tray on top of stove for a couple minutes.

Remove cookies to plate. Remove tray and spatula to sink, because the first rule of the kitchen is that there are always more dishes.


Having tried them: the orange and cinnamon are more of a suggestion, but they're very good. Hard to go wrong with shortbread.

*This is more formally called 'cutting cold butter into flour' and it is one of the more irritating tasks in baking. People who do it regularly have pastry cutters, but they're hard to clean.
**[personal profile] knumpify reads this blog.


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