For Easter supper we started with cake...okay, that's not true in the least! But there was a cake, and it went through a number of stages before its inevitable slide down our gullets.
I brought a Malbec to have during dinner. We opened it before the food hit the table, it was nice.
Easter supper was lamb chops and twice baked potatoes. Oh man. The lamb was wonderful but the potatoes? Like magic. Potato magic. Magic in a nightshade skin. Some sort of crazy root vegetable, starchy miracle. They don't look like they have that much mojo going on, but believe me...they do. There was cheese and bacon and sour cream and something else right delicious. Oh man.
So the cake was really rich and had a souffle-like quality to it. The recipe (Nigella somebody?) then called for chocolate whipped cream to be spread in the depression that resulted from the cake 'falling'. This is M. whisking that chocolate whipped cream, see how fast her hand is moving? At the speed of chocolate.
A. felt very strongly that a Cadbury Cream Egg (it was actually a caramel one) should be centered in the cake. Skepticism abounded, but his dream was realized.
I believe it was also A. that thought a smattering of Peeps would also add to the overall aesthetic look of the cake. He was the only dude, and I think he had a room full of women rolling their eyes in his general peep putting direction. Are you looking at the lovely layers going on? Are you? Take a look.
I brought a Malbec to have during dinner. We opened it before the food hit the table, it was nice.
Easter supper was lamb chops and twice baked potatoes. Oh man. The lamb was wonderful but the potatoes? Like magic. Potato magic. Magic in a nightshade skin. Some sort of crazy root vegetable, starchy miracle. They don't look like they have that much mojo going on, but believe me...they do. There was cheese and bacon and sour cream and something else right delicious. Oh man.
So the cake was really rich and had a souffle-like quality to it. The recipe (Nigella somebody?) then called for chocolate whipped cream to be spread in the depression that resulted from the cake 'falling'. This is M. whisking that chocolate whipped cream, see how fast her hand is moving? At the speed of chocolate.
A. felt very strongly that a Cadbury Cream Egg (it was actually a caramel one) should be centered in the cake. Skepticism abounded, but his dream was realized.
I believe it was also A. that thought a smattering of Peeps would also add to the overall aesthetic look of the cake. He was the only dude, and I think he had a room full of women rolling their eyes in his general peep putting direction. Are you looking at the lovely layers going on? Are you? Take a look.
3 comments:
Twice-bakes potatoes? How does that work? Do you bake a potato, then scoop the soft potato out of its skin, mix it with sour cream and bacon, fill it back into the potato skins (or some casserole?) and bake it again?
You got it. I think the second time in the oven is considerably less than the first. De-effing-licious.
What a lovely place, can I live there for a while please?
As a kid we called such potatoes "stuffed" potatoes. I was addicted to mashed potatoes and never felt like we had them often enough (mine was a southern family eating rice as the regular starch, endless bowls of white rice it seemed). So, when we had stuffed potatoes I was in mashed spud heaven because they were even creamier than mashed, altho sour cream and cheese and bacon bits and sauteed garlic came later to MY twice bakeds, and I loved how the skin looked sort of like an edible ballet slipper. I was big on all things ballet then as well.
Yum is all I can say! And if you shave some good parmesan on top and broil quickly, heaven in an edible ballet slipper!
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