Feeling a little glum today and not quite sure why. This is unusual for me and I'm trying just to work through or around my 'glumness'. I went to the gym this morning -- really didn't feel like it. All the way over I kept saying to myself, "If there are no parking spaces, I'm turning around and coming right home!" Wouldn't you know I got a space right in front. Figures. So I completed my workout and returned home. It was destiny.
I made a chocolate cake our youngest will take to her in-laws tomorrow. It's filled with cream cheese, chocolate bits, and coconut. (And comes with a side of insulin.) The batter is made with cocoa and a cup of espresso. I thought the glaze would be easy, but it turned into a real pain in the ass, and I'm actually sitting here wearing some of it. What a mess! I melted semisweet chocolate and poured it over -- this wasn't a problem. The white chocolate seized, so I threw that out and started all over again. I think I used the wrong kind of white chocolate as the second attempt didn't cool correctly. It doesn't look real pretty but hopefully the cake will be tasty, dense, and moist.
I also made a batch of pizzelles. (This is the second batch. When I went into the tin to grab some to wrap up, there were three left!) I like them with a lot of anise seeds and extract. I used to make these with my Mom Mom when I was a little girl. She used a REAL pizzelle iron (see photo below) over the gas flame of our range, no electric pizzelle iron for her! Well, actually, they didn't make them, yet. I miss her -- all 4' 10" of her. She lived to 93; used to walk about five miles a day until she reached about 87. She was a dynamo in the kitchen. My pizzelles are good, but hers were great.
Here is the cake with the infamous "glaze" -- see the white chocolate pooled at the bottom?
The second batch of pizzelles.
This is Mom Mom's pizzelle iron. It hangs in my kitchen.
Post Script: I'm feeling better. After dinner I went downstairs and did a half hour on the treadmill. An endorphin rush is good for the soul.
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.