Archives for March 2010
The Best Apple Cake in 47 Years of Cooking.
17 March 2010 | cake, delicious, dessert, nuts, plated dessert | 5 Responses
So one day I was thinking I’d make an apple cake. Since I had never really made an apple cake, I turned to my good buddy Google and soon found this recipe on Group Recipes. Kate and I had gotten a Bakers Edge pan for Christmas and on a chilly winter evening soon after I first tried the Best Apple cake In 47 Years of cooking recipe. At the restaurant I churched up this simple, outstanding, breakfasty cake into something a bit more. Maybe another 47 years? Who can say without the benefit of time travel. The genius of the cake is it’s basic nature. A true quick bread leavened with both eggs and baking soda you really just kind of mix it all up; not much to it. When it comes out of the oven, let it sit for a few minutes ad then glaze it with the brown sugar glaze. The smell stirs one to salivation, heads turn and sniff, they sniff-sniff. I actually have a bit of a thing for the raw batter. So anyway, give it a try. I change up the recipe a little from the original: where it says 3 cups of apples I just slice three apples, Also and I brown the butter in the glaze before adding the sugar and cream. At the restaurant I leave out the walnuts so people with “nut allergies” can order it too. I get back at them by serving it with toasted walnut ice cream, sage caramel, brown butter struesel and candied walnuts. I fucking love walnuts. The sage powder is I cool trick I learned working with Chef Eric Suniga, a man of true kitchen prowess. Pick a bunch of sage, pile up the leaves, and roll into into a blunt with plastic wrap. Freeze rock solid and micro plane at service.
The Best Apple Cake in 47 Years of Cooking.
Fuck facebook.
7 March 2010 | faithful readers | 5 Responses
A week or so ago I woke up to several voice mails, text messages, and emails from loved friends and loved ones wondering how I ended up in the UK, and why they should send me money. Somebody had gotten a hold of my password and was using my personal information against me to try and make a quick buck. As if facebook wasn’t annoying enough, now it’s literally fucking with my life. My poor friend Meghan was on her way to Western Union to send me money from Malaysia, the perps had instant messaged her that my wife Kate was in the hospital. What the flying fuck?! I immediately logged on and posted a message on my wall: I am safe and sound in Oregon, don’t send me money!! Later that day the facebook team shut down my account because I violated the terms of use. I violated? The level that these fuckers will stoop to is so low, they have given new meaning to the word “scumbag.“ I swear I must have a sign on my internet forehead that says: Hey everybody, exploit me!! Luckily Meghan thought better of it at the last minute and emailed me directly to find out what was up. Thankfully ALL of my friends were smart enough to avoid sending me money before talking with me, but the whole situation made me feel dirty. It really made me think about why I need this silly service in my life, if the pros actually outweigh the cons. Sure, I’ve “met up” with some people I haven’t seen in some years, I’ve enjoyed some of the shared videos and pictures. I finally figured out how to shut off the email alerts for everything, so I’m not immediately notified when John from eighth grade social studies “achieves” in Mafia Wars. As if I fucking care about your rabbit in Farmville. Get a life “friends.” If they ever unlock my account the first thing I’m going to do is log on and delete a bunch of “friends.” If I haven’t talked to you or received a personal email from you in the past ten years, or ever; sayonara. I just don’t care that much. I don’t need a website to validate me as popular or friendly, faithful readers know I’m neither. This has all been so bitchy and depressing. I will attempt to cheer the internet up now with this video I took of a man in a carriage being pulled by a shetland pony. Enjoy!
