{"id":1846,"date":"2004-08-02T01:10:00","date_gmt":"2004-08-02T01:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2004\/08\/02\/slow-roasting"},"modified":"2016-12-21T23:56:19","modified_gmt":"2016-12-22T04:56:19","slug":"slow-roasting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2004\/08\/slow-roasting\/","title":{"rendered":"Slow-roasting"},"content":{"rendered":"

God, my apartment is hot. It’s not even that horrible outside on this sunny Seattle evening, but the kitchen is a blazing inferno. Jess, my dinner guest, will be shortly. The yogurt cake with lemon zest and lemon glaze is resting contentedly on the counter, seemingly oblivious to the heat. The sockeye is roasting ever so gently in the oven. I’ve got the fan firmly parked in the doorway to the thing I optimistically call the balcony, and I’ve got myself firmly parked in front of it. I feel shiny. It may be time to get the wine out of the fridge. Oh, how I suffer.<\/p>\n

But I’ve rediscovered the Old 97s album “Wreck Your Life,”<\/a> and I can sing just like<\/em> Rhett Miller. I’m so impressed. It looks like growing up in Oklahoma pays off after all; I can get a nice, soulful twang and sway my hips like a two-stepping pro, preferably while wagging a chef’s knife over a pile of steaming potatoes. Too bad I don’t look like Rhett Miller too.<\/p>\n

The doorbell will ring any minute, and soon the sockeye and I will be fork-tender. As for you, dear reader: may your apartment possess a powerful air conditioner; may your evening filled with the best of company, and may your cakes be always light and lemony.<\/p>\n

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Recipe<\/div>\n

G\u00e2teau au Citron, or, French-Style Yogurt Cake with Lemon<\/h2>\n

adapted from G\u00e2teaux de Mamie<\/a><\/h3> \n \n <\/header>\n\n
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