Showing posts with label Desserts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desserts. Show all posts

Friday, July 15, 2011

Horchata: Try this at home!



We are not playing with matches.  Not even close.  We are, however, matching what was my recent and delightful introduction to Horchata.  Why not?  With the magic of the internet (where there is a recipe for just about anything) there is no reason not to try making something that you enjoy in the privacy and safety of your very own kitchen.  And guess what?  I did make the Horchata, but I also improvised.  Friends were coming over for an impromptu dinner and here I was about to be caught shy of dessert.  Now that’s how to see your hostess-ing reputation go up in flames! The horchata base was sitting innocently in the refrigerator waiting to replicate the delicious drink experienced in Red Hook.  So what’s a hostess on the hot spot to do?  Ice pops of course!  Instead of adding all the water, I added just less than half.  I also took my time straining it so that the mixture was quite concentrated.  After a devil-may-care splash of Marsala, the ice pop mold was located and voila!  Horchata ice pops were on the menu.  And, all modesty aside, they were a pretty big hit.  Not exactly playing with fire (my friends are a forgiving and adventurous group), but far less hazardous and way more delicious! 

Here’s a transcribed recipe for Horchata taken from the Food Network that originated with Emeril Lagasse.  You can follow the link or find your own recipe.  After finding Emeril’s on the web, I looked at Mark Bittman’s The Best Recipes in the World.  He has a slightly different method that works too.  My guess is that there as many versions out there as there are batches of this terrific drink.

Equipment
  • Measuring gadgets
  • Blender (certainly)
  • Spice grinder (if you have one)
  • A couple of bowls (and a pitcher if you have one)
  • Fine mesh strainer and wooden spoon to coax things along
  • Zester or sharp knife
Ingredients
  • 8 Tablespoons of uncooked long-grain white rice
  • 1 cup of Blanched Almonds (after last week you’re expert… right?)
  • 1/2 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
  • 2 strips of lime zest- just the green part (make sure to avoid the white pith, it’s bitter)
  • 3 cups of hot water- later you will need 4 cups of cool water
  • 1 cup of sugar or agave 
  • 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
Method

Place the rice in the blender or your spice grinder.  Process until it is like powder and as fine as you can get it. 

In a large bowl or pitcher, combine rice ‘flour’ with the almonds, cinnamon and lime zest.  Pour 3 cups of hot water over everything and let it stand overnight in the refrigerator.

After it’s had an overnight in your fridge, work in batches, putting the mixture into your blender and processing it until it is as smooth as possible.  Add 2 cups of cool water to your initial blending.

Placing a fine mesh strainer over a bowl, gradually strain the liquid.  You can stir gently with a wooden spoon or spatula.  There will be a lot of solids left.  Discard them.  Take your time.  The more patient you are, the smoother your Horchata will be. 

When it is all strained, place in a pitcher or clean bowl and add the remaining 2 cups of cool water (or don’t if you want to try the ice-pop thing) and add the vanilla along with the sugar.  Keep tasting and add the amount of sugar that you like…. this is personal!

Cover and refrigerate until completely chilled (which you will be too when sharing this non-dairy drink with all your pals).  Serve on ice.



Saturday, November 27, 2010

Pumpkin Pie and The Importance of Being Earnest


Couldn’t help but consider this title as I struggled with my Pâte Briseé (aka pie crust). I knew from all the warnings (must have pea sized lumps…. don’t over work it…) that the first attempt was not stellar. So… another recipe, this time not my sister’s (that left out salient information such as how much salt or sugar), but Julia’s. As usual, her concise instructions and the accompanying photo illustrations in The Way To Cook, got me through the second batch of pie shells. These were keepers.

Ok, pie shells sorted it was on to a recipe for my Long-Island-Cheese-Pumpkin-Aren’t-I-Special-Puree. This stuff was very very moist and I should have known better. Having decided to go with the flow and follow Julia’s recipe for a ‘fluffy soufflé’ filling (first mistake) and (to my dubious credit) cutting back on the milk, even I smelled danger and baked it longer than required….ICK! Total flop. Here I was, photo of modest pies ready on the digital card, prepared to write a clever blog about how the dough was acceptable but the filling totally fine. Conceit knowing no bounds, I even imagined how my earnest attempt at doing everything from scratch wouldn’t be perfect, but would reap the rewards of real effort. WRONG! Arg! Ouch! Another pang of regret that Cathy (my pastry chef sibling) wasn’t here to watch my (stooped in front of the oven) back.

So, the ‘earnest’ part of Thanksgiving? Turns out it wasn’t all about me and my earnest pie. As a perfect illustration of the obvious, it was about gathering with neighbors and friends, all of us enjoying everything no matter what. My hosts were discretion itself and I hope that they have disposed of any leftover pie without qualms. Next time I’ll practice before traveling next door via the Road of Good Intentions!

I hope that all of you survived Thanksgiving unscathed, with culinary egos intact!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Life is Tough




How tough is it? I had to eat dessert, not once, but twice this afternoon... at one sitting! Cathy (who in a few weeks will discard her cap for a much taller and impressive hat) is in the throws of ‘plated desserts’. Friends and family were asked to attend in order to give the kitchen a a ‘dress rehearsal’ and grade the presentation. Yikes! Every time I think that I am finished with sugar, there it is again. Now, it could be argued that this is all in the line of duty and supporting Cathy’s new career as a pastry chef, but the reality of all this beautiful confection is that is should really be a treat and not a lifestyle. I’m feeling it, the addiction to sugar (not to mention a little muffin top that’s all my own). How nostalgic I feel for the bread cycle and those lovely baguettes stacked ready in the freezer.... but back to today. The Marscapone something with the Earl Grey sorbet was really divine. I’ll diet tomorrow.