I feel at ease in the kitchen. I like just about
every aspect of being in there. Whether cooking, cleaning, setting up my work
or taking a rest sitting at the table, I enjoy what I get out of it. There is a
beginning, an end, and the moments in between that change me and my
understanding of what I work with. Discovering the meat in the middle is the
heart of my curiosity and that drives me.
Baking was not my first love in the kitchen. It
was BBQ sauce. Kansas City-style (tomato based), sweet, sticky, smoky on the
grill, easily charred. I was inspired by the “Rib-Off” at Mall C in Cleveland
back in the early 1980s. Tasting my way through a sea of vendors I began to
understand the edge you can get with either better ingredients, more creativity
or what seemed like more care put into the product. I was a hungry adolescent.
It was the perfect time to start experimenting.
I let my cravings dominate my decisions. But I
fence off certain foods so I don’t feel tempted—I don’t like guilt
over food. That doesn’t mean I don’t eat “bad” food, it’s more about what time of
day, how much, and whether or not I’m feeling a little too much like blubber on the
insides. To me, food is “good” when it’s a positive experience all of
the way. It tastes good and there’s no food hangover – no bloating, no cramps, nothing undesired. I like to search for
combinations on the plate that pair well and are pleasing to the eye and the
tummy.
I think I enjoy baking cakes to indulge the kid
in me, but not just the typical cravings for sugar and frosting. Refined sugar was off limits. My father is a
huge inspiration for my method of preparing recipes from scratch, but he
limited access to white sugar. I suppose the logic was to restrict sugar from the
table to reduce our overall intake. The problem in that era was that sugar was
everywhere so unless the meal was made totally from scratch, sugar found its
way onto our table. Many meals at home were from scratch, but over time
convenience won out, and three decades later diabetes claimed my father’s life.
The first indulgence I discovered about baking is
the meticulous work it demands at every stage to create a work of art with many
layers, literal and figurative. There is the sponge: what type of batter, prep
of the batter for the sponge, perfecting the bake off, cooling and releasing
from the pan without loss of volume. There is the filling, my favorite part:
custard, caramel, citrus curd, fresh berries, or something else entirely? Then
there’s buttercream. Early on a good friend of mine got my wheels spinning
when she said “there’s nothing like a good homemade buttercream” to which I just grunted
“yeah” and had no idea what she meant. Here I was an adult, a foodie, and I
didn’t even know the term. But it told me that the New Year’s resolution I had made—to
start baking in order to learn more about food—was proving beneficial. I found
myself immersed in buttercream recipes, stunned at their taste, flavor and
deliberate gluttonous nature.
I am compelled to share what I make in the
kitchen. I can’t possibly eat everything that I’m driven to make because that
would be simply too much food. I am blessed to be able to share my creations
with my family and through my work. It’s not all cake and icing at
home of course, I save that for work where I can spread out the sharing a
little bit more. But the time in the kitchen, the process of creation and
discovery of triumphs and tragedies, feeds my soul in the same way. I’m grateful to have found
this well of inspiration.
Strawberry Shortcake – This cake kind of says it
all for my style. Big, irreverent and pushing the boundaries of standard
convention. The cake is a vanilla pound cake I called LCD (lower common
denominator) since it’s kinda of accepted that the pound cake is the
favorite, the most beloved, the baseline cake in America. I also cannot stand
biscuits for strawberry shortcake. The cream here is Italian Meringue
Buttercream which will always be one of my favorite recipes. And the berries
are simply cut, sprinkled with sugar and briefly chilled in
the fridge –that was my grandma’s secret. When put together and
taken as one bite this all combines in a desire to stuff-yo-face with more. Now
this isn’t a discreet way to describe it, but there really isn’t another way to say it
plainly.
Ginger
Pecan Scones – Scones are one of the best products we
ever made at CakeLove. I got a base recipe from a good friend who grew up in
Holland eating her mother’s rendition on the classic pastry. Generally
speaking, we’ve butchered them in the U.S. by stripping out the copious amounts of
butter and cream called for in a proper scone. But where cost and qualms over
the cardiac impact don’t win out, they’re simply divine. The crisp flavors of ginger
pair well with pecans while the nuts help develop contrast in texture with the
soft, velvetiness of the buttery-cream with each bite.
Breakfast
Lasagna – As with all things, this was inspired by need.
I was deep into the photo sessions for my book CakeLove in the Morning and I
realized that I needed a strong, center of the table dish. The book’s focus I brunch so we
already had a lot of to-be-expected stars like pancakes, French toast,
frittatas and quiche. I’ve always loved lasagna and I get a kick out of turning a dish on its
head , so I thought why not take one of my favorite formats for serving dinner
and recreate it for the morning. The only overlap with a traditional lasagna
are the noodles, but that’s enough!
Colors excite me. I
get a lot out of just staring at swatches and thinking about the moods they put
me in. One of the things I like the most about my latest project are the
different bands of color I got to select for each flavor of CakeLove in a Jar.
I know it's sounds simple and off point of what's inside, but I really fixate
on the collection of colors.
What is important to me about our jars is that I found a way to
fall in love again with my work. It's a line of business that's really
different than what I did before, meaning a ton for me to learn. That's
refreshing. Sometimes tiring. But overall it's an absorbing challenge that
allows me to get knee deep in detailed work, which I love to do.
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