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Emergency Brownies

Yes, there’s such a thing as “emergency brownies.” I’ve probably talked about them before, now that I think about it. They’re the super-rich-chocolatey-goodness you need this instant without doing any work. Or else you might just expire on the spot from unfulfilled desire for warm chocolate lovin’. I wish I were kidding, but this happens to me regularly, so I know what I’m talking about. You know what I’m talking about?

I “grew” this recipe from something else we made at Le Cordon Bleu…something completely unrelated to brownies, because they don’t teach you how to make brownies there, trust me. But they teach you good ideas, and this was one of them that had been gnawing at me ever since we made the French version in the kitchen and devoured it all.

It’s a super simple recipe, made with staples you should have in your fridge and pantry. Try it!

Quick and Simple Brownies – serves 1, maybe…

  • 50g dark chocolate (preferably good quality, at least 60% cacao, but a craving is a craving, so go ahead and bust out that Baker’s Chocolate if you need to.)
  • 50g unsalted butter
  • 50g sugar
  • 1 large egg (50g)
  • 15g (1 Tbsp) flour
  • 15g (1 Tbsp) ground almonds or ground hazelnuts, or just flour if you don’t have either
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 pinch salt
  • 1 tsp instant coffee granules (optional)
  • Mix-in’s: chopped nuts, a handful of chocolate chips, chopped pretzel pieces – all optional

  

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit / 170 Celsius.
  2. Get out your muffin tin and line 6 cups with your cupcake liner.
  3. Melt chocolate and butter together in the microwave or in a double boiler.
  4. Whisk egg and sugar together with a hand whisk. Add in vanilla, salt, and coffee granules and whisk well.
  5. Add in the melted chocolate and butter, mix together just until it’s homogenous.
  6. Fold in flour and ground almonds/hazelnuts if you’re using, until there’s no trace of flour left. Stir in mix-in’s if you’re using them.
  7. Split the mixture evenly in the 6 cupcake liners you’ve got. You should be able to fill just under 1 inch in each tin – think brownie height, not muffin height.
  8. Bake for 15-20 minutes until the top is crackly and slightly firm to the touch. You don’t want it to be too gooey, and these brownies can’t really over-bake.
  9. Remove from oven and let cool in tins until the brownies aren’t too hot to the touch, then move to cooling rack to cool completely.

These brownies are not exactly chewy, which I think doesn’t really quality them as brownies, but they definitely hit the spot with their rich chocolate taste. They feel like a flourless chocolate cake done well, but of course they are not flourless. The crackly top is my favourite part – just what I’d expect from any good brownie. The unadulterated chocolate taste and the texture of this brownie also make this a perfect vessel to serve with ice cream and caramel sauce (or fruit coulis?) for a decadent dessert that’s sure to wow your guests. The best part? I’ve also discovered that they freeze exceptionally well – and dare I say they taste even better when frozen?

Give them a try the next time your cravings hit!

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May Wallpaper


Manarola, part of the Cinque Terre in Italy

I’ve been a Bad Blogger. We’ve missed two desktop wallpapers on this blog so far, but it’s May 2nd, and I haven’t forgotten, and I’ve been photoshopping like crazy in the last hour to get this out to say sorry, I’m terrible.

Let me try to give you a quick overview of my life since March, and the rhythm of my days these days. On March 4th I became so homeless like you wouldn’t believe. Our lease on our Parisian apartment ran out, and I vacated to take shelter on my friend’s couch in her mini dollhouse-esque studio flat. Thus began my month of living out of suitcases, which I thought might be fun, but really, I’m not so sure anymore. I went to Italy with my trusty backpack and a few girls from school on March 9th, the morning after my final exam at Le Cordon Bleu. We lugged our bags around Torino, Cinque Terre, and Rome. I found Torino to be a charming little place that was not too touristy, and thus perfect for exploring. We cottoned on to the €1 espressos served at the bakeries and cafés around town, and the slightly more expensive €1.50 triple-scoop-gelati at the gelaterias…and feasted accordingly.

In Cinque Terre we insisted on lying on the pebbly beaches (or just rock faces, whatever) in our bathing suits, despite the fact that it was barely above 20 degrees Celsius. It was a much needed couple of days of relaxing in the sunshine when we could, and trying to eat as much fresh seafood as possible. However, Cinque Terre being a much more touristy place, we also found our euros depleting rather quickly there.

Rome took us by surprise with its griminess, but once we walked into the presence of the ancient, ancient, ancient sights, it was all worth it. It is a splendid historical city that’s not just flaunting some man-made iron tower from the last couple of centuries – respect, man! It wasn’t my first time there, but I certainly hope it won’t be my last, either!

So back to Paris, I continued living on a couch. Then I moved from Paris to London, onto another couch…this time at my ex-colleague’s flat in London. There I stayed for a week before taking a suitcase, a knife/pastry toolkit, and a bag of baking ingredients onto a train headed for the Isle of Wight. We stayed with Alex’s grandma for a long weekend, celebrating her 80th birthday. I sweated and fussed and stressed in Alex’s aunt and uncle’s kitchen for two days straight before the birthday party, as 5(!) cakes baked slowly in the tiny gas oven. At least being at Grandma’s place, I was offered a lovely real bed, and the chance to use her jacuzzi bathtub. Ahhhhhh, the simple luxuries of life.

I left the Isle of Wight, and left behind over 1.5kg of delicious French butter and cheese that I meant to casually bring back to Canada in my luggage to share with friends and family. UGH. After a stressful month of constantly being on the move, that little incident nearly brought me to tears. And then things just kept on going downhill. I realized there was so much involved in my spousal visa application to settle in the UK that I decided to delay the submission until I got home to Vancouver. I sat on my glasses when I meant to wear them on the plane ride home. I noticed two giant tears in my spring coat, my only coat I was bringing back to Canada with me, when I was at the airport waiting to board my plane.

When the flight attendant announced “This plane is on its way home to Canada” and I was settled into my seat struggling with my brand new blister-pack headphones, I almost burst into tears of happiness. (It took me at least ten minutes to open the packaging, and I had to use a plastic knife that the flight attendant kindly provided. Just in case you were wondering.)

I had a brief visit in Toronto, still living out of a suitcase at my sister’s, but at least sleeping on my old bed that I love. Then finally, I made it home to Vancouver. Since then I’ve spent a good chunk of time working on my visa application, then sorting out my belongings for shipping, and of course lounging around in my pajamas. Today the shipping company came and swooped in for an hour to pack up and take away all 30 boxes of our belongings, and I feel a great weight lifted off my shoulders. (Slightly – ah screw it, very – nervous about our Pottery Barn oversized picture frame that didn’t fit in any box. I’m just imagining receiving a bunch of broken wood pieces and glass shards in London.)

Now, it’s just a waiting game for my visa application to be decision’d (not a word, I know), and I’ll be off! In the mean time, I’ll try to get cracking on this blog a bit more. Thanks for staying with me!

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So I’m a Chef


Getting my diploma

The second piece of paper I have earned in my post-secondary education is far more interesting than that first piece. I am now a qualified pastry chef!

Ask me five years ago, I would not have even dreamed of this journey, and even if I did, I would not have dreamed it possible. It’s funny how things work out. I can’t even tell you when the idea of pastry school came into my head, let alone the name Le Cordon Bleu. Somehow within the carpeted, salmon-coloured walls at work, the idea began as a tiny seed in my head and blossomed into something that kind of took over my life, literally.

I am not sure how much I really have learned in the past six months, but a chef is someone who does this for life, so I guess I have the rest of my life to find out just how well I did. Surprisingly, though, I finished second in my class! I guess it helped that I became more confident in the kitchen as the course progressed, so I wasn’t as flustered by the chefs by the end. It was a nice surprise to end my stay in Paris.

  
The top 5 pastry grads – we’re chefs!!

The ceremony itself took place at a fancy old-fashioned club right on Rue Faubourg St-Honoré in Paris, Cercle de l’Union Interalliée. My biggest regret (and slight annoyance, really) is that we only had two out of five teaching pastry chefs at the ceremony – a newbie, and the chef for Basic Pastry. Therefore, we didn’t even get proper commentary on what the chefs thought of the graduating class and our final exam work. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one disappointed about the chef turnout. Many parents had flown in from all over the world to attend this graduation, only to find that the chefs their children often spoke of weren’t even there! After a few speakers, we received our diplomas, cheered on the top 5 students in cuisine and pastry, and all lined up on stage for a hat-throwing photo. Afterwards, the canapés and champagne reception was most disappointing – super crowded with not-so-great food. C’mon, you’d think they would’ve tried harder knowing they were serving culinary students!

We made a quick escape out into the sunshine and wandered through the Jardin des Tuileries over to the Lizard Lounge, an American bar in the Marais serving the best nachos in town. Afterwards we continued along to Pozzetto, a new favourite gelateria in the Marais. Now that was proper celebration food!

[Yes, quite aware that graduation took place on March 21, and this post is more than a month late. Also aware I’ve abandoned this blog very much in the last month. Will catch up soon!]

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