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Cranberry and Orange marscapone sponge cake

Welcome to my Christmas blogging spree. As you’ll have seen from previous posts, I kinda went a little political but I’m back on the food stuff now and frankly, that’s much nicer than being a little bit sad and miserable about the state of the world.

So I had a birthday last month. As you may remember, last year was a big ole birthday, so this year, I decided to keep it low key and went to see a play about the troubles in Sri Lanka at the Arcola. Slight change of pace but lovely fun day. I also indulged in a cronut from the newish Dominique Ansel London. Man, I’m glad that place isn’t too close to home, I could eat one of those every day.

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As part of it not being a big milestone birthday, I didn’t want a normal gift – I’m good at buying myself things and we’ve been complaining for years about how we hate our kitchen/dining room but haven’t been able to afford to do the big works (knocking a wall through). So this year, I told the wino I wanted a nice dining room for my birthday, so we spent a week ripping out cupboards, painting, putting up shelves etc etc. And it’s so very nearly there. I love it very much. But I’ll save that for a future post, when we’ve finished both rooms.

I hosted my inaugural proper Sunday lunch in the dining room last Sunday. We’d had a cheese and wine and drunken dancing party a few weeks before but what happens on a drunken night stays on a drunken night. So I’m just going to talk about the amazing cake I made for the Sunday lunch (in my new fancy cooker).

I love a Victoria sponge but I don’t love double cream that much. Also not a huge fan of butter icing. I may be a little late to the party on this, but I’ve recently discovered the joy of throwing all the icing sugar at a tub of marscapone and adding some orange zest and juice to it and using that as a quick and dirty icing. It’s delicious and simple.

And because it’s Christmas, I’d bought a bag of fresh cranberries and was thinking about making cranberry sauce for gifting (if you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have seen the kitchen clearout unearthed several hundred glass jars – hence the gifting).

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See? Crazy lady jar collection.

But then I had a brainwave. Why not make a cranberry cake? And then I had a second brainwave – why not make a cranberry jam to use in the aforementioned Victoria Sponge cake? So I did. And paired it with an orange marscapone.

My recipe for a sponge cake is well old fashioned but basically, weigh the eggs in their shells, then weigh out the same amount of butter, sugar and flour. And a pinch of salt. I’m a creamer (of butter and sugar) and then an adder but do what you feel best. I’ve just never been able to make the all in one method work for me.

The marscapone is done to taste (god, this is a rubbish recipe, huh?!) But basically, a tub of marscapone, the zest and juice of one orange and a couple of tablespoons of icing sugar – to taste. Mix it all up. Job done.

Now, here’s the cranberry jam recipe. I did it in American units, because I couldn’t be bothered to weight out the ingredients. Is that bad? It might be a bit. Oh well.

Cranberry, mint and ginger jam

  • 300g fresh cranberries – washed
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 cup caster sugar
  • A handful of mint leaves
  • 1 inch fresh ginger root, grated finely
  • One stick cinnamon

Put the water, sugar and mint leaves into a saucepan and bring to the boil until the sugar has completely dissolved. Leave to one side for 10 minutes, to let the mint seep in.

Remove the mint leaves and add the cranberries, ginger and cinnamon. Bring back to the boil and then simmer for 10-15 minutes stirring regularly. I’m sure there’s clever things you can do with checking temperatures and things – I didn’t. Cranberries thicken up as they cool so once you’re happy that the majority of the cranberries have popped, give it a quick stir. You want it thick but not jellified. Transfer to a clean bowl and leave to cool.

Meanwhile, make the marscapone as above, slice your cake in half and once the jam is cold, spread a layer of marscapone, followed by a few dollops of jam. Then repeat on the next layer (if you have two layers) or on the top (if you only have one middle cut.

Put some mint leaves on top if you’re that way inclined. Slice and enjoy.

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You can see a bit of my new dining room in the background. How awesome is that colour? 

 

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Fig and Peach Crumble

Terribly sorry, I took no photos of this dessert after it had been made because I had had wine. But there’s a great photo of a cheese wedding cake to make up for it. 

A couple of things I’ve mentioned before: I love Autumn for its abundant produce and I have a terrible tendency of not eating fresh fruit and then shoving it in the freezer so I can smoothie-ise it or throwing it out. And with the latter, my middle class guilt makes me feel terrible for doing that so I’m trying really hard to not over buy fresh fruit so I can actually enjoy it at its finest.

Sometimes however, I let fruit go a little close to the point of no return but now it’s Autumn, I can turn that fruit into fruity crumbles and who doesn’t like a crumble? With lots and lots of custard poured on top. YUM.

So, I bought some figs because my sister in law had an amazing cheese wedding cake at her wedding a couple of weeks ago and we brought home a chunk o’cheese from the cake but soon forgot about that dinner option. And then, last weekend, we had Marcel’s uncle stay from Wisconsin and ended up hosting two dinner parties in his honour so I decided to get all the fruit in the fridge and turn it into a crumble for pudding.

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All the fruit in the fridge was figs and peaches, FYI. And turns out, figs and peaches go quite well together, possibly a little bit sweet so I reduced the sugar from a normal crumble and it came out deliciously. And I kinda wish I had some right now to shove in my belly. But I don’t. So that’s sad. But here’s the recipe anyway.

Fig and Peach crumble

  • 8 small ripe figs, trimmed and cut into quarters
  • 6 slightly underripe peaches, peeled, stoned and cut into chunks
  • 2 x tbsp demarara sugar
  • 1/2  tsp cinnamon
  • 1/2  tsp all spice
  • Juice and zest of one lime

Put all the ingredients into a bowl, mix well and cover. Leave aside for a couple of hours so that the fruit softens a little and takes on the spiced flavours. You can use whatever spices you like, this is what I had in the cupboard.

Before you make the crumble topping, preheat the oven to gas mark 4/160C

I know everyone has their own favourites for crumble topping but i like mine buttery and slightly spiced so this is it!

  • 225g plain flour
  • 75g golden caster sugar
  • 1 x tsp ginger
  • 1 x tsp finely chopped preserved ginger
  • 115g butter, chopped into cubes (this should be fridge cold)
  • Pinch of salt

Sift flour, salt and ginger into a bowl, add the sugar and butter and rub together till you have fine breadcrumb like texture. Stir in the preserved ginger for added chewy flavour bursts.

Place the fruit and any juices into the base of a baking tin and sprinkle the crumble topping over it. I like to leave the sides a little bare so that the juices from the fruit bubble up over the sides but you can do your own thing.

Put it into the oven, bake for 40-50 minutes, till the crumble takes on a brown ish colour and then remove. So that you don’t burn your mouths, leave it to cool for 5 mins before serving and then serve with lashings of custard.

Enjoy!

A lot of herbs in a cake (and a commuting rant)

I’ve been a little slack in posting of late – well, it’s been a week but I was trying to do two posts a week and I think I’ve done one in a fortnight and whilst I’m pretty darned sure no one has been pining over my lack of posts, I am truly sorry for being a little bit rubbish.

In my defence I started working in an office again last week. Whilst everyone is really quite lovely and the work is interesting, it’s been a big ole mindset shift from being able to work in my pajamas from 9-11, then catch up on the previous night’s TV at 11am with a cuppa and a biscuit, then maybe have a shower at about 1pm, then do some more work, then contemplate dinner from about 4pm, I’m now actually accountable for what I do between the hours of 9-5. As Dolly said, what a way to make a living. Or something like that, I’m a fiend for mishearing song lyrics.

Anyway, yes, working – great. Being back in London on a daily basis – great. Commuting – actually sucks eggs. Why do people do this? (probably to be back in London, I’d imagine). But everyone seems so bloody angry about it and the Met line seems to be filled with people who tut. Enough with the tuttery please, it makes commuting (which isn’t fun) even less fun. And everyone must stop wearing black. I mean, I wear a lot of black, but my current handbag is pink. Black macs, black trousers, black backpacks. Cheer up buttercups, you work in the best city in the world, it’s spring (ish), get some colour in your lives. And smile. AND STOP TUTTING.

Rant over.

I do have a couple of posts lined up on various bits and pieces (like the lovely day out I had with my dear friend Charlotte who writes the lovely Baking Betsy blog but is so much more than just her blog!) but today I mostly want to talk about the <deep breath> orange rosemary thyme cinnamon clove polenta cake I made at the weekend. <And exhale>.

So I mentioned last week how my herb garden is growing a treat and I do really like using herbs and spices in sweet things. We had yet another lunch (such hardship) to go to on Bank holiday Monday so (as per boringly usual) I offered to bring dessert.

Because the herb garden is so fruitful, I decided to raid it for a cake. And because my wino loves an almond based anything, I thought a polenta and almond cake would work, and we had some oranges that were fast approaching the big orange playground in the sky and the rest as they say, came together beautifully. Do they say that? I have no idea. It was maybe a little Christmassy for May bank holiday, but heck, Christmas is awesome so I won’t hear any complaints, OK?

Here’s the recipe and some pics, anyway. Hope you enjoy. Next week, I may even leave the rosemary out of a pudding. I know right? CRAZY.

Orange cinnamon clove thyme rosemary polenta cake (with almonds too) 

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  • 5 small oranges or two large ones (I had that easy peeling variety but any orange would do)
  • 1 stick of cinnamon
  • 4 cloves
  • 6 eggs
  • 200g polenta
  • 100g ground almonds
  • 250g golden caster sugar
  • Pinch of salt
  • 1 tbsp finely chopped rosemary leaves
  • 1 tbsp finely chopped thyme leaves

For the syrup

  • 100g caster sugar
  • 100ml hot water (from the kettle, freshly boiled)
  • Zest of one orange
  • 1 tsp mixed rosemary and thyme, finely chopped

Grease and line a 23cm tin – I used a spring form one and if you do, make sure you line all the sides and the bottom – there may be some leakage if not.

Put the oranges, cloves and cinnamon into a pan and cover with water. Bring to the boil, then reduce the heat and simmer for about an hour, until the oranges are super soft. At this stage preheat the oven to gas mark 4 – approx 160C.

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Take the oranges and spices from the pan, slice in half and remove the seeds (if they have any). Leave to cool, then put them into a blender and blend till you have an orange puree. Skin, spices and all.

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Beat the eggs so they’re light and airy – it’ll help give your cake a little rise.

Measure out all the other ingredients into a large bowl, then beat in the eggs, followed by the orange puree.

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Pour the cake batter into the prepared cake tin, put into the oven and bake for 50mins – 1 hour.

Whilst the cake is baking make the syrup by simply dissolving the sugar in the hot water, then adding the herbs and zest and allowing to steep. When the cake is cooked, prick a few holes into the top with a skewer and pour half the syrup over it.

Allow the cake to cool before pouring the rest of the syrup over – the flecks of orange and green look just lovely on the top of the cake.

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Slice and serve with a spoonful of cream or ice cream or creme fraiche or yoghurt. Or if you’re rubbish like me and forget all those things, it’s really nice on it’s own too. Promise.

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