07 January 2007

Persian Cardamom Biscuits

Well....I've "upgraded" my blogger accounts. I can't say it was painless--the system didn't accept my Gmail accounts, so I had to come up with a new one...I'm sure it made sense to someone at Google/Blogger/Gmail/Whatever. I've spent part of today and yesterday playing with the new features (Sensual Gourmet: Kitchen Diaries is my testing site for this)--much more user-friendly, but I seem to have lost my banner. I'll need to play with it some more, I think.

Back to business at hand.

It's been a while since I last posted a cardamom recipe--mea culpa, mea culpa--things got a tad busy last month :)

For our office cookie exchange, I searched for a Swedish cardamom biscuit recipe. I found several, but the one I followed wasn't Scandinavian in root, but Persian.

Last year I bought a copy of Jeffery Alford and Naomi Duguid's Homebaking: The artful mix of flour and tradition around the world. Beautifully photographed--quite honestly, if you weren't a baker or a cook, you could easily use it as a coffeetable book--this hefty tome is a record of baking traditions around the world. I hadn't cooked from it before (for fear that something so beautiful would be cullinarily useless), so I was rather hesitant to try this recipe.

I really shouldn't have been timid --the biscuits turned out beautifully. Light and crisp, and beautifully snowy white, this shortbread alternative was a definite hit (at the office, with friends and at home). These are very delicate cookies--too much of a jostle will cause them to crumble. I wouldn't recommend them for a cookie exchange, but they do dress up a sweet platter quite nicely.

Persian Cardamom Biscuits
Adapted from Jeffery Alford and Naomi Duiguid's Homebaking: the artful mix of flour and tradition around the world

225g very, very soft unsalted butter OR 1 cup melted unsalted butter
110g icing sugar
1 large egg yolk
3/4 tsp ground cardamom seeds OR freshly and finely ground seeds from five or six cardamom pods
275g very soft, rice flour mixed with a pinch of salt
2 Tbsp chopped pistachio nuts
gold dragees

Cream together butter and sugar until it's a very pale primrose yellow. Mix in the yolk and the cardamom. Add the flour mixture about a half-cup at a time, scraping down the bowl after every two additions. If it's too stiff for your mixer, turn it out onto a lightly floured (with rice flour) surface and knead by hand for a few minutes. You're looking for a very soft dough that's similar to a buttercream icing that's speckled with cardamom. Wrap the dough in cling film, and pop it into the fridge for anywhere from two to 12 hours.

Preheat the oven to 350F/190C oven and place two racks in the oven--one just above and the other just below the centre position. Line two baking sheets with greaseproof paper (parchment/waxpaper).

Take the dough out of the fridge and divide it into thirds--wrap two pieces and put them back into the fridge. Divide the dough into 12 pieces. Roll them into balls and place them onto the prepared baking sheets. Flatten them slightly and make sure to leave at least 2.5cm between cookies (they do spread quite a bit). With a thimble or a fork (what I use is a meat mallet) gently press a pattern onto the biscuit tops. Sprinkle and pat on some of the pistachio and dragees.

Bake for 15-18 minutes or until the biscuit bottoms have turned a very light brown. Rotate the racks at about the 8 minute point.

Let the cookies cool on the baking trays for a few minutes before transferring them with a wide spatula to a wire rack for cooling. Like many delicate shortbreads, these will crumble if not given the respect they deserve, so be careful when transferring them to the rack. After they've cooled thoroughly, you can transfer them to an airtight container.


Notes:
  • Use the softest rice flour you can find for this, otherwise you might end up with a "gritty" biccie.


cheers!
jasmine

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05 January 2007

Busy as a...



...hive of bees...even if they are made of marzipan.

Just a heads up, I'll be switching to the "new" Blogger format this weekend, so your reader may have problems picking up the feed.

If you don't hear from me by Tuesday, please check in--I know some of the Blogger blogs I follow dropped of my rss reader after they made the switch...

If worse comes to worst, you can always check the home page at www.sensualgourmet.ca as my wonderful Web guru is keeping an eye on things...

cheers!
jasmine


PS -- Yes, I used this as an excuse to re-post my favourite foodie pic from 2006...
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02 January 2007

A tail of two kitties

For those of you who wondered where some of the hard sauce went...

Hello all you luvly humman cats! Did you have a good Christmouse? I had a very good Christmouse.

You see, Gramma gave me lots of love things to eat, including turkey. I love turkey almost as much as I love roast chicken. It was so yummy, but it wasn't spicy enough for me. I like lots of ginger and black pepper on my meat. Still, beggers can't be chewsers, right?

Anyway, the best part of Christmouse was dessert. I normally don't get dessert because my humman-cat (you know her as Jasmine) doesn't like to give me dessert...or any yummy food. Only Gramma really cares for me. She cares for me so much I got a little bowl of something that looked like cream.

But it wasn't cream. It was very sweet and after a few licks I got all funny and started dancing and miaowy. All the humman-cats were laughing (well, all except for Jasmine because she was busy with something--she didn't see me). Anyway, Gramma told me this was special cream for her special pudding. She had a funny name for it--"hard sauce" It wasn't hard at all--it was soft and sweet and it tasted weird but good. It was so good that I had to go and tell my kitty friends about it. But they got scared and I went back to Gramma, but she didn't give me any more cream. The end. PS.I didn't do anything bad.

Hello. My name is Hagia--and before you ask, that's pronouced Ha-zja.

I've seen you before--usually when my little Jasmine is writing to you. I just sit here and keep her company. Sometimes I just tell her how my day went--she always listens to me and her Catonese is quite good for a human. She asked me to tell you what happened on Christmas.

Everyone was over for Christmas, but I'm shy, so I stayed in our bedroom. I was having a nice snooze under the bed when all of a sudden, I heard a big galumphing sound.

It was that big, mean, greedy bully Bean.

He doesn't like me.

He waited for me to poke my nose out from underneath the bed and he growled at me! And then he tried to pick a fight. He smelled funny and he wasn't standing straight. I don't know what made him more mean than normal. He tried to beat me up! I'll tell you right now, I growled right back and then I hit him in the nose! And you know what? He went crying to Gramma! For once she didn't believe him...


Yes, Mummy got Beanie drunk. No, I didn't know she was doing this.

Beanie is a mean drunk. I wonder if AA has a feline division.

cheers!
jasmine

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