{"id":1724,"date":"2005-08-26T04:58:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-26T04:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2005\/08\/26\/days-that-are-the-good-flesh-continuing-on-through-to-dessert"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:18","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:18","slug":"days-that-are-the-good-flesh-continuing-on-through-to-dessert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2005\/08\/days-that-are-the-good-flesh-continuing-on-through-to-dessert\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201c\u2026days that are the good flesh continuing\u201d…on through to dessert"},"content":{"rendered":"
I am firmly of the belief that a meal has not officially ended until one has eaten something sweet<\/strong>. I\u2019m not the alone, certainly, in holding this belief, and in fact, I\u2019d venture that it\u2019s more widely and faithfully subscribed to than many major religions. Now, dessert can take many shapes\u2014for the restrained, a piece of ripe fruit; for the refined, a glass of port; for me on an average night, well, graham crackers dunked in milk and a few squares of dark chocolate\u2014but the sweet tooth must<\/em> be fed. So, knowing this much, you don\u2019t really think I\u2019d have left the lamb roast<\/a> without a swipe at the dessert table<\/strong>, do you?<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t think so. Prior to last year\u2019s lamb roast, I\u2019d never been a great admirer of baklava\u2014so often dry, sticky, cloyingly sweet\u2014but the Knight family\u2019s rendition is another thing entirely.<\/p>\n Their neighbor Elfie, my fantasy of a Swiss grandmother made real, arrived with a tray of plum pudding, a thin, custard-topped cake dotted with soft, sweet-tart Italian plums<\/strong>, and a platter of puff-pastry twists for dipping into a deep glass bowl of peach compote.<\/p>\n Nicho<\/a>\u2019s mother Martha arrived with a small, square basket with a flip-back top\u2014a rustic cake box, if you will\u2014from which she pulled one of her ethereally flaky pies, dark and jammy<\/strong> with blackberries from the backyard, and a delicious threat to a white tablecloth.<\/p>\n Be not fooled, dear reader: this is nobody\u2019s Betty Crocker box recipe, nobody\u2019s innocent kindergarten snack-time fare. With two sticks of butter and six ounces of chocolate for an 8-inch pan, it\u2019s not the sort of thing you want to be left alone with. But there\u2019s safety in numbers, so thank goodness for lamb roasts, for friends that become family and entire families that become friends, for paper plates sturdy enough to stand up to a table\u2019s worth of sweets.<\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n The Archetypal Brownie, <\/strong>
The theme of the day may have been meat, but truth be told, I kept a closer eye on the sweets.<\/p>\n<\/a>Preparing for the inevitable raid that occurs when it hits the table, this year they\u2019d made four pans of the stuff, half walnuts and half almonds, sweet with cloves and cinnamon, and soaked in a syrup that ran down my fingers when I took a bite<\/strong>.
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And of course, there were also cookies, cobblers, and a linzer tart from Macrina Bakery<\/a>, but I selfishly saved room for my own contribution, a few creamy-crackly, melty mouthfuls of chocolate masquerading under the humble name \u201cbrownie.\u201d<\/strong> <\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
or, as the book calls them, Best-Ever Brownies<\/strong>
Adapted slightly from Baking with Julia<\/em><\/a>; contributing baker: Rick Katz<\/p>\n