First: you have till the eighth to vote for HungryandFrozen/me in the Concrete Playground blogger awards
! Please and thank you, with as much sincerity as words on a screen can convey. (Edit: please note the competition is now totally closed. Did not win. Am writing a new blog post though!)
I wonder what it’s like having a significant effect upon people? From afar, not even realising any responsibility, Nigella Lawson influences me constantly. Having thrown the word “girlcrush” around with friends a lot recently, I realised for me the line between “celebrity crush” and “general celebrity obsession” is a fine one, and can mean anything from “I want to kiss you on the mouth, sooner the better” to “Oh how I want to hang out with you and learn from you and develop injokes and hilarious photos of us having fun times together”. Tim tends to occupy the crushy segment of my brain the most, but in lieu of hanging out – or anything! – with Nigella, you could do worse than bake like her. (What Would Nigella Do?
) I started off with a sandwich bag filled with cream cheese icing leftover from another cake, which I’d stashed in the freezer, La Lawson-styles – and it works really well as long as it’s airtight – and thought I’d capitalise on my pretend organised-ness by actually using it up. This motivation transformed itself into an idea: white chocolate brownies, the sweetness roughened up a little by a hint of bitter coffee, then resweetened in the form of cream cheese icing.
Being fairly confident these days with inventing recipes, I ploughed ahead and made them happen. Okay, there’s not actually any dark chocolate in them, so they’re more blondies than brownies. And then, my sneaky secret ingredient of one small teaspoon ground coffee – which I pictured ever so subtly rounding out the white chocolate – somehow tinted the whole mixture a deep, sludgy brown. After tasting the mixture liberally, the coffee flavour was highly apparent. Okay, cool, so they’re mocha blondies now or something. Nervous about overbaking them into boring, cakey submission, I took them out of the oven after a conservative 20 minutes, allowed them to cool, then proudly cross-hatched them with said cream cheese icing.
All was well, my Blondies complete and another new recipe successfully created. And then I tried to slice into them. I know brownies and their blonde pals are supposed to be squishy but this was liquidy and entirely raw batter, hidden under a thin veneer of properly cooked stuff. And all that icing. After some deliberation (ie, me going like this
) I just threw them in the oven, icing and all.
Blondies II. We’ve lost the pretty blinding white icing, but in fact I felt triumphant – that it was meant to be, even! – because baking means the icing isn’t nearly as viciously sugary. And then I looked closer. The damn thing still wasn’t cooked properly. It was still too gooey to slice properly. Generations to come will speak in hushed tones of the batter they could not bake!
By this stage, with a savage case of the sugar-sweats not helped by the cruelly increasing humidity, I recklessly threw it back in the oven, not so much hoping for the best as much as crossing my fingers that this wasn’t a shameful waste of ingredients, time, and brain cells.
And then they came right. Finally.
How little did I know, when taking this photo of Whittaker’s
White Chocolate, how much stress this recipe would cause.
At the time, my only issue was “are close-up photos of the whisk dripping with batter a little overdone? Do I even care, because I personally find them awesome?” Simple, naive times.
I give you the recipe, but cautiously. I know I could just call them Mocha Blondies but I prefer the lipsmacking Nigella-ness of “Coffee-tinted” (see: influence) and as the coffee ended up overstepping the white chocolate element it feels necessary to properly warn you.
White Chocolate Brownies With Cream Cheese Icing
Which turned into Coffee-tinted Blondies with Cream Cheese Icing
Which turned into The Blondies That Could Not Be Baked: Witness The Incredibleness!
Which finally settled into Coffee-tinted Blondies With Baked Cream Cheese Icing.
300g white chocolate (I use Whittakers…the best white chocolate around, I reckon)
150g brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground coffee beans
1/2 teaspoon cocoa
Decent grind of salt
Carefully melt 100g of the white chocolate together with the butter. Allow it to cool a little – otherwise the eggs’ll scramble upon impact – then beat in the sugar and the eggs. Stir in the cocoa and coffee then fold in everything else. Tip into a paper-lined baking tray, then bake for about 30 – 40 minutes. If it still feels wobbly on top, bake for another 10 to 15.
Optional: beat together softened cream cheese and icing sugar, then spoon into a small plastic sandwich bag, snip a small hole in the corner, then use it to pipe out the icing on top of the brownies. You could then bake it again for ten minutes, or not, depending on your sweetness capacity and how cooked your blondies are…
This one’s for you, Nigella!
Speaking of inspirational women, I went to my first ever Roller Derby game on Saturday, with Tim, Kim and Brendan. It was so fun – the speed and the skill and the community feel and the amazing clothes. About halfway through our seats felt wobbly, but I barely noticed since we were on the stands and not overly stable. As soon as this had registered in my mind, an enormous clattering noise appeared and the building shook. Earthquake. It went on long enough that I ducked down so I was covered by the chair in front of me, and for bits of debris for fall from the ceiling. Then suddenly it was over and I was so thankful – while essentially it wasn’t much of anything, I think you still react in the same way that you would if it was going to be a bigger quake, and the comedown from that adrenalin rush is still significant. It was large enough – 5.7 in Picton! – that mentally I started into dignity-free survival mode. And then it was over. After the game, seeking emotional refuge, we all descended upon our friend Jo and watched TV and ate dumplings and drank cider and the whole thing was unbelievably comforting.
But what do the blondies taste like, finally? Distinctly white chocolatey, with a melt-on-the-tongue texture and a smooth coffee flavour – even the slightest threat of bitterness is seen off by the rich, sweet batter. The cream cheese icing, once baked, doesn’t have the same soft sharpness as the regular stuff, but on the other hand it’s not nearly as sweet. Although these took three goes in the oven and multiple direction changes, they’re so delicious and I’m still calling them a success.
Finally, a further reminder, yes, twice in one blog, that you can feel free to vote for this blog if you feel strongly enough about it, in the Concrete Playground blogger awards
. You have until Thursday. Am optimistically picturing the kind of last-minute triumph that you might have seen in Sister Act II
, Remember The Titans
, and/or A Mighty Wind.
Involving a montage scene where the votes climb and there’s emotional, swelling music and my face looking like this
. Underneath all that optimism is also some resignation that I might be the only one that feels this way about my blog. But if nothing else, that’s a good lesson to have learned. Maybe.
Title via: The highly-tense-in-all-the-right-ways song What Is This Feeling from the magical musical Wicked. Somehow this musical, however ridiculous, affects me emotionally now as much as it did four years ago.
Ali Farka Toure and Toumani Diabate’s masterpiece album. Can listen to this constantly and never get sick of it. So beautiful.
King Kapisi’s new track Can’t Stop Won’t Stop –
awesome tune, awesome video. Love Rapley’s singing over the chorus.
Barbra Streisand. I thought Jenna Maroney’s Jingle Bells was intense and unhinged, but Barbra’s
– a non-parody, even – wins the prize.
12 thoughts on “"and altogether quite impossible to describe…." "blonde".”
Girl crush! You can eat my dumplings any time baby!
mouthgasm! YUM! also saw your write up about a Simpson's party from c&m! awesomeness!
Uh oh. I voted for you. I don't know how it happened! I went to the page and clicked on 'like,' which either means that
a) a space-time continuum opened up in the universe, allowing a “like” to be spewed forth from the volcanic loins of the earth's inner crust, or
b) I accidentally voted for you using my boyfriend's facebook. He's a big fan, I'm sure. He's heard me cackling at the dry humour of your youtube videos, he knows what's up. Right?
Any way, you just achieved the impossible from me, so isn't it like you've already won? Love these coffee-tinged darlings, by the way! Baked icing has my heart any day.
Hilarious post 🙂 It's always the dishes that take the scenic route to completion that carve out a place in your heart. If it has white chocolate, cream cheese and coffee, how could it not be a keeper?!
D'oh forgot to link to you – will do that now. And I will take you up on that offer, as your dumplings are delicious.
Yayy glad you liked the Simpsons story! And these are indeed a mouthgasm, even if they took forever to get to that point!
I hope it is the space-time continuum one, because then I have an excuse to say “volcanic loins of the earth's inner crust” more than once. But either way, a mysterious vote from a non-Facebook user and someone as awesome as yourself is indeed already winning.
I'm so impressed that you continued to put these back into the oven despite the initial underdone-ness. If it'd been me, it would've ended in me getting in a huff and throwing out the lot (probably unlikely, because that's not very ladylike, is it?) OR, the much more likely scenario where I eat the whole gooey mess myself (preferably in one sitting) because actually I prefer batter to the finished product, but don't want to take something undercooked into work.
Anyway, major props to you for sticking to it and triumphing in the end – these look Incredible. !
I particularly like Nigella's twitter feed – she is so patient with all the idiots who ask her stuff.
A total triumph of your creativity and perserverence. I am filled with admiration – I probably would have been tempted to just throw the whole lot out at the first hint of failure.
Bravo! Bravo dear one! I heartily applaud anything that involves sugar, coffee, and triumphing over the evil anti-cooking-baked-goods-through oven gods that are clearly waving their toffeed hands over both our kitchens at present.
You know I would've loved eating the initial liquidy warmed-through batter with utter joy, though. Perhaps over ice cream. Or oatmeal. Or a jar of peanut butter.
OH GOD I WANT WARMED BATTER POURED OVER A MOUNTAIN OF PEANUT BUTTER RIGHT NOW.
And yes, I felt the caps were necessary. Kind of like how Wicked is always necessary.
Love how it all worked out in the end 🙂