{"id":1048,"date":"2008-12-23T20:46:00","date_gmt":"2008-12-23T20:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2008\/12\/23\/like-winter-and-warmth"},"modified":"2008-12-23T20:46:00","modified_gmt":"2008-12-23T20:46:00","slug":"like-winter-and-warmth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2008\/12\/like-winter-and-warmth\/","title":{"rendered":"Like winter and warmth"},"content":{"rendered":"
Hi, friends.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m writing this from Oklahoma City, from my old bedroom in my mother\u2019s house, where I used to, as a teenager, write gushy poems about 18-year-old boys with sideburns. I had a real thing for 18-year-old boys with sideburns. I don\u2019t anymore.<\/p>\n
But before I do that, I wanted to make sure that you had this Bundt cake recipe. If you haven\u2019t yet had your Christmas miracle, well, ta daaa<\/span>! Here it is.<\/p>\n The recipe comes from the New York Times<\/span>, from an article by Melissa Clark that ran about three weeks ago. It\u2019s a riff on an old Maida Heatter recipe, a rich, dark chocolate cake punched up with not only a quarter-cup of instant espresso, but an entire cup, a cup<\/span>, ONE CUP, of whiskey. It has a soft, moist, tightly woven crumb, and it makes the kitchen smell very sophisticated, like winter and warmth and the dinner parties my parents used to throw when I was little, after they put me to bed. It smells very chocolatey and very boozy. Because it is<\/span> very boozy. The night I made it, I cut a slice while it was still a bit warm, and eating it, standing over the kitchen counter, I actually felt a little woozy. And no, I did not intend to make that rhyme. Although once I saw it happening, I didn\u2019t exactly stop it, either.<\/p>\n If you can, try to make this cake a day before you want to serve it, to allow the flavors to mellow and meld. On the first day, the flavor of the alcohol threatens to drown out the chocolate, but after a little overnight rest, they reach a sort of compromise, complementing each other instead of competing, the deep darkness of the chocolate rising to meet the heady afterburn of the whiskey. If you, like us, haven\u2019t trimmed your tree yet, this would be just the kind of thing for that, for eating with one hand while you hang ornaments with the other. To add to the festive feeling, you could even turn on that old Mannheim Steamroller<\/a> Christmas album, the one that came out in 1984<\/a> and that my family continues to trot out every single December. If you eat enough boozy cake, the synthesizers might actually sound kind of nice. Imagine that! What a cake.<\/p>\n Whiskey-Soaked Dark Chocolate Bundt Cake<\/span><\/a>
I now have a thing for whiskey-soaked dark chocolate Bundt cakes. They hold their liquor better. Among other things.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I can\u2019t talk for long today, because we arrived in Oklahoma around ten o\u2019clock last night and then stayed up too late talking, so I\u2019m tired. I still can\u2019t believe that we even got here, given how snowed-under<\/a> Seattle is right now. The day before we left, we watched people snowboard down the hill on 65th Street in Ballard. On the way to the airport, we passed a guy on cross-country skis, making his way slowly, cheerfully, up the road. It was all pretty dreamy, really, so long as you didn\u2019t have anywhere important to be. Like the airport<\/a>, for example, or your mother\u2019s house in Oklahoma. The fact that our flight even left SeaTac yesterday was, we decided, our Christmas miracle. So I think I should keep this short today, and get back to appreciating that miracle by crawling under the covers in my old bed.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I am not, under ordinary circumstances, a great fan of alcoholic desserts. Many of them seem to involve Amaretto, and I just don\u2019t like it. This admission makes me sound sort of boring and unfun, I know, as though I sit around on Saturday nights and read the Oxford English Dictionary<\/span> with a magnifying glass, but I say it so that you will understand how special this particular alcoholic dessert is. I am a great, great<\/span> fan of this Bundt cake, or boozy cake, as I like to call it. You have to pronounce that as one word: not boozy cake, but boozycake. Just so you know.<\/p>\n
Adapted from The New York Times<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n