As far as Italian foods go, tiramisu is a recent addition to the menu. Allegedly invented in the 1960s in a restaurant in the Veneto region of Italy, it is a variation on the older dessert called zuppa inglese, which is basically a trifle. This weekend, my mother made not one, but two tiramisus, one for Saturday and one for Sunday. I am definitely not complaining, since the Saturday tiramisu was quickly devoured by the “man portion” as my mother called the slices she made when serving the male guests (much to the indignation of the females, who were given “dainty” pieces… ahh sexism). There is some Sunday tiramisu left over, so I know what I’m having for breakfast tomorrow ;). Continue reading “Tiramisu della Mamma”
A year ago, I asked for a madeleine pan for Christmas.
When I asked for it, I knew it was an unnecessary specialty kitchen item that I would probably use about twice before burying it in the cabinet. I wanted one anyway, because the adorable pictures of madeleines that were popping up in my social media were filling my head with thoughts of what my life could be like with a madeleine pan. I could make matcha madeleines! Chocolate madeleines! Pink strawberry madeleines dipped in white chocolate! You get the thought process. Continue reading “Gingerbread Madeleines”
I like having a simple loaf of something sweet and homemade around, not only because it makes snacks and breakfast so much more special, but also because it gives me an occasion to invite someone over for a slice and some tea. Continue reading “Thomas Keller’s Grapefruit Cake”
The word “brioche” takes me right back to Sicily.
I just got back from my annual month-long trip to the beautiful island, and I missed it as soon as I set foot on the airplane. Continue reading “Brioche Banana Bread Pudding”
On an expedition to Pizzeria Beddia, a pizza place in Fishtown (Philly) where there is one obsessive guy making only 40 exclusive pies a night, after a friend and I were told to come back three hours after we ordered, we wandered the neighborhood a bit and found an adorable teeny grocery store called Green Aisle Grocery. There, I fell in love with some bright green pistachio butter that I just had to buy, as my head immediately filled with images of bright green dollops adorning my morning oatmeal and topping my toast. Continue reading “Pistachio Snacking Cake”
I never thought I’d say it, but I’m tired of eating figs. There’s a rather anemic tree in my neighborhood in Sicily that invests all of its energy into pumping out extremely sweet, juicy, and perishable figs, and our fridge is full of them. Due to the fact that my siblings don’t like figs, my 86-year-old nonna and I are tasked with consuming them.
Well, when fig fatigue sets in, make cake! Continue reading “Fig and Walnut Cake”