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Wednesday the day where school is off. Normally I have all sort of things planed out but in the end it all went down the drain.
Problems getting little c taking her nap and when I finally made it, Sophia barged in asking questions, needing my presences which resolved in a crying baby, a frustrating mom and a sad Sophia.
So we decided to make a cake together. Half of the ingredients, I did not have, so we made it up along the way. Sophia loved it. She even put her head in the bowl to lick it. Well she had to take a shower any way….. and now peace at last.
Its raining outside, the house is smelling of cinnamon , Sophia is watching a Danish television show with a big yellow teddy and a chicken, and Clara is eating her bun like a pro. So I will enjoy another cup of coffee before the peace is broken off.
1 kg of flour
5-6 dl milk
11g baking powder
150 of sugar
A pinch of salt
2 table spones of cardamom
1 table spones of ginger powder
150 g room tempetured butter
150 g butter
150 g brown suger
2 table spones of cinnamon
For the baking
1 table spones of milk
Put all the dry ingredients in a bowl.
Have to be fast because the baking powder reacts when it gets wet.
So put the milk, the egg and half of the butter in the mixture. Stir god. Then incorporate the other half of butter. stir it to a nice dough.
Put the dough on a floured table. Role it out with a rolling-pin so the dough get 50 cm. Fold the snips in to the middle and roll out again. Do that 3 times. Role the dough out one last time so it is 60 cm long and 35 cm wide.
Mix the stuffing together. And put it on the rolled out dough. Butter it all over the dough. Fold the upper part to the middle and then fold the down part over it. So it becomes 3 layers.
Roll it out so it is 30 cm wide and 50 cm long. Cut stripes in 2-3 cm wide. Take the 2 ends and turned them each in one direction and fold the snips together in the middle. I put them all in a pan so they can absorb all the buttered cinnamon caramel that are melting in the oven.
Take an egg and whip it with a fork, add a bit of milk and brush the dough knots. Sprinkle a little bit of fresh sugar one the top before going in the oven. it adds a little extra.
Put them in a preheated oven at 200° fore about 25-35 min.
Endives has been one of the salads that has taken me some time to get used to. A little bit like rocket salad.
But my taste buds has changed a bit. Luckily I might add.
When I was little my mom used to plant them her self. They had a big iron pot, with a big paper cone on and it was placed next to the attic. Placed in a black corner and always around Christmas. It was always when it was winter so I only looked on the practical thing that nobody had to go out in the cold to the barn to fetch them. Especially when I was afraid of the spiders and buggi man who lived there. I remember that she made a really good salad with apples from the garden, endive and walnuts. Only problem was that at the time I did not like it one bit. But with the years I have changed.
Often in the French cuisine is there some guide line or advises f.exampel always beer in the batter of the pancakes to make them lighter, you serve a cheese per person on a cheese platter after dinner, always serve the oldest lady in the party first and then you go down the rank and then you do the same with the men. oh and most importent the wine should be tasted not only drinking it etc.
There are so many things and small funny rules. I some times forget every thing about them and get the eye’s from my housebound or a cough from him when I forget and put my elbows on the table. Some of them can be rather funny, its like an eduction for young ladies in the old times of how to entertain a party, cook and behave, and sometimes it can be rather handy when you are out among others so you do not steep on some toes. sometimes though I make my small revolution…. but sssssh don’t sell me out.
Maybe it is just me that are in an old fashion French family. But I like it. It newer goes out of style.
The endives also has a rule. To tone down the bitter taste you often associate it with oranges. So 3 days ago preparing the endive I reckon that I forgot to buy oranges. But I had clementines. And it was rather good. Had to make it again the day after and today also because it was so god.
Endives with clementines.
10-15 blue berrys
pecan nuts or wall nuts
2 table spoones of old Dijon mustard
2-3 table spoones of olive oil
Salt and pepper
Chop the endives roughly into pieces.
Take the peel of the clementines and with a small knife take the rest of the withe threats of them and separate the boats.
They get more tasty that way. It takes a little bit longer but all worth while.
Add them in a bowl with the endives. Sprinkle the nuts and the blue berries over. Take a potator peeled and peal slices of parmesan from the cheese. Mix the olive oil with the mustard, salt and pepper. Mix it all together. Can be served as a salad just like it is with some bread or as a side dish. Either way it is on my top 10 list.