Birthday Cake
I don’t like cake.
Hate… is a strong word. Hating food items (aside from cilantro) seems like a waste of energy. Plus, I do like frosting. And I can be open-minded towards cupcakes, which are like little cake babies.
Okay, truth be told, I won’t often pass up a piece of cake if it’s offered. It’s usually for a festive occasion, and that would make me a party pooper right? (This logic is the reason I will never be called svelte.)
But for my own birthday, I decided to go cake-less. I planned to make a bread pudding.
A student mentioned that her mom had made a pear cranberry bread pudding, and I thought that sounded delightful. I found a couple of recipes, picked up a couple of ingredients, and thought I could make this a cute little baking post. I’d have a step-by-step, with pictures, and a finished product so amazing that you’d wish you could taste through your computer screen.
Not sure what I was thinking on that one.
I am just not a here-is-the-recipe-book-and-my-arsenal-of-measuring-cups-and-spoons type of girl. My bread pudding went more like this:
Collect some of the ingredients. Leave others to remember later.
Start chopping bread. Stop to put music on. Return to start slicing pears. Remember that I was chopping bread. Go back to bread.
Stop with the bread again, to put butter in the hot sauté pan for the pears. Return to bread.
Stop to open a bottle of wine and pour a glass.
Decide chopping is annoying and finish tearing the bread.
Get the pears into the butter with (an amount?) of cinnamon and nutmeg. Add cranberries and cook for a bit.
Spoon the bread, fruit, and spices into two pans- as I have decided to take a large bread pudding to school tomorrow and make a small one for myself, so that I don’t have to rename this post “In which I make and consume an entire bread pudding by myself.”
Realize I don’t have any walnuts. Decide to add almonds instead. To my pan only. In case it was a bad choice.
Mix eggs and cream, and vanilla, and a bit more cinnamon, and pour over the two pans.
Bake for 45 minutes, then in ten minute increments until finished.
Realize partway through baking, that I have forgotten to add any sugar to recipe.
Wonder if I should actually take any to school, since hearing “Who the hell made scrambled eggs with pears and cranberries?” would be embarrassing.
Remember that I was also going to make a bourbon sauce.
Begin feeling daunted by bourbon sauce.
Seriously consider just drinking the bourbon.
Decide to cut my losses, turn the stove off, put the ‘sauce’ away, add a little Haagen-Dazs to my slice, and call it good.
If I do take the other pan to the school potluck tomorrow… It will probably be accompanied by a disclaimer explaining the potential flaws. Or I’ll bring a bottle of syrup and tell everyone it is a family-sized french toast.
There may be a reason I like cooking better than baking. I need to be able to take artistic liberties. And I may subconsciously rebel against things with too many numbers.
Actually hilarious.
Amanda Stewart said this on November 12, 2010 at 12:23 am |
Thanks 🙂 The one I took to school was apparently okay!
Lindsey said this on November 13, 2010 at 9:10 am |
Cilantro is evil in herb form.
I’m going cake-less this year, too. Chocolate and caramel tart instead. Not sure how to sink a candle into a chocolate shell, but that is an adventure for another day.
ohemgillie said this on November 12, 2010 at 2:24 am |
Glad that you agree about the cilantro! And good luck with your birthday baking, that sounds delicious.
Lindsey said this on November 13, 2010 at 9:09 am |
I too don’t like cilantro…..
I loved your account of making a birthday pear bread pudding! So honest and with every mishap included – I feel if professional food writers were honest, they’d say it like this too!
I can’t remember how I came across your blog – let’s just put it to happenstance.
silvii said this on November 15, 2010 at 8:34 pm |