Barbecue Sauce

You know when you start a new job and everything is really confusing for, like, a month? And you're constantly just walking around in a state of confusion, but nothing is really hard, just new?
That's been my reality since April.

And then this week happened, and I finally knew what was going on, but what is going on, unfortunately, is complete mayhem.

So it's been a week of long days, with much-needed wine in the evening and a massage one day when I absolutely couldn't take it anymore. And all of that has combined to keep me away from my computer and away from posting the amazing recipes that I've been making. (Including a recipe for the best cake I've ever made-- coming next week!).

And then, to top it all off, we've had a full week of sunny, beautiful days with not a cloud in the sky, temperatures climbing to around 22C/70F, which is a total heat wave in Edinburgh. When the weather gets like this, everything just kind of goes on pause while the entire population flocks to any sunny space in the city, where we all stand with our faces raised to the sun, soaking up all the vitamin D we don't get enough of in the winter. This weather is particularly awesome this time of year in Edinburgh, because we're currently getting around 20 hours of daylight every single day. It's incredible. It doesn't get dark until around 11pm, and it's light again by 4am. So we had awesome sunshine all week, and then, at 5:30pm today a cloud rolled across the sun, and now it's grey, dark, cold, and raining outside my flat. Just in time for the weekend.

So, to console myself on that front, I'm making barbecue chicken for dinner. So what if it has to be made in the oven instead of on a grill, and so what if I had to make the sauce myself instead of picking it up, pre-bottled, from my favourite BBQ joint in the great state of Florida? I'll make my own (chunky?) barbecue sauce and enjoy it!

Or something like that. Anyway, I guess if I'm posting a recipe for something as polarising as barbecue sauce, I should preface this with my own (strong) opinions. First, a caveat: this recipe belonged to a born-and-bred Yankee with Polish heritage, and I can't imagine Eleanor really knew anything about barbecue. (She did, however, spend the last 35 years of her life living in the same city as my favourite BBQ joint ever, so presumably she had at least tasted good BBQ, even if she didn't have a background in it.)

I'll shoot straight with you: I like sweet, dark barbecue sauce that tastes more like brown sugar (with a vinegar kick) than tomatoes. And I hate the liquid-y vinegar used in NC barbecue. Judson, on the other hand, only likes vinegar-style barbecue. This sauce veered more toward my tastes than his, but it was definitely a bit more heavy on the tomatoes than I generally prefer, and the fact that it's not a smooth sauce is also a little weird, but not problematic. It has a great depth of flavour, though, that keeps it from being cloyingly sweet or mouth-puckeringly acidic. We both liked it (if our tastes in barbecue were plotted on a Venn diagram, this sauce would be the teeny-tiny shaded part in the middle), and now that we live in a country where we can't get American-style barbecue to save our lives, we'll probably make it again as it's not difficult and definitely satiated our craving for proper American barbecue.

The verdict:

3 spoons out of five. Not my (or Judson's) favourite barbecue sauce of all time, but it was still good and we'll definitely make it again when the craving hits. The perfect summertime dinner-- even if summer for you, like us, means temperatures in the teens (Celsius) and wind speeds in the 30-mile-an-hour range.

The recipe:

Barbecue Sauce

the directions:

Mix all ingredients and simmer in pan for 20-30 minutes.
Baste on chicken immediately before cooking or serve as an accompaniment to barbecued chicken.

the ingredients:

½ c ketchup
1/8 c vinegar
½ c water
½ tbsp Worcestershire sauce
½ tbsp honey
2 tbsp brown sugar
½ small onion, minced very fine
1 small clove garlic, minced very fine
1 tsp dry mustard
½ tsp paprika
½ tsp chili powder
2 tbsp vegetable oil
Dash of Tabasco

Self-Frosting Chocolate Cake, or, a Chocolate-Flavoured Lie

In the 1960s, the best kind of food was the easiest kind of food, no matter whether it was margarine, Tang, or a cake that frosted itself. Nowadays, I think if you're going to go to the trouble of making a cake, you can probably go to the trouble of frosting it (even if the frosting comes from a can), but I guess if you made a cake every week like a lot of families in the 1960s, you probably got sick of using that much powdered sugar all the time.

I, however, never get tired of frosting, but I don't always have time for that nonsense. So I made a chocolate cake. But not just any chocolate cake: a cake that frosts itself in the oven, inside a skillet. I just love any recipe that involves a skillet, because no matter what, it's always going to look elegantly rustic.

And since I needed a quick dessert for a party and didn't have time to bake a cake, let it cool, and frost it before the party, I whipped up this self-frosting chocolate confection.

But it didn't work. I'm assuming the science of this somehow involves the weight of the ingredients separating in the oven, but I don't understand how the top layer is (supposed to) stay moist and frosting-like. PLUS, I'm not entirely convinced the recipe is written correctly. I know, I know, only a shoddy carpenter blames his tools, but this recipe just comes from some kind of Betty Crocker type of thing, and I've read the recipe over and over and can't figure out what went wrong... beyond the usual 'I substituted half of the ingredients for other ingredients because stuff that was available in the 1960s in the US is not available in 2015 Scotland.'

Anyway, it didn't seem to have its own frosting, but no one complained. This was a delicious cake that tasted more like a dense, chocolatey muffin than a cake. It's a moist, brown-sugar based cake, studded with chocolate chips, toasted walnuts, and a melty chocolate centre. It's the kind of thing you would eat for breakfast if you were on holiday in a country known for its pastries; somewhere like France, or Florence, or Bavaria. Or the kind of thing that makes a perfect dessert on an unseasonably blustery late-spring night in Scotland.

Make this when you need a pick-me-up. After a rough day at work, or an evening after you got stuck coming home in a rainy, traffic-filled, commute. You'll be so pleased with yourself at how easy it is (and so proud of yourself for finding a use for that bottle of chocolate syrup you've had in your fridge since that cookout last summer) that you'll forget all about your troubles when you take your first melty bite, still warm from the oven.

If you are trying to make this cake look pretty, might I suggest not inverting it? The actual top of the cake is much prettier than the bottom (in my experience), and it's going to look much more 'inside-out' after you invert it.

P.S. The original recipe called for '2 envelopes premelted chocolate.' What even is that??

The verdict:

4 spoons out of five. I'm knocking off a spoon because, strictly speaking, this recipe didn't work the way it was supposed to. But I'm keeping it at four because, well, it's delicious.

The recipe:

Brown Sugar Chocolate Chip Cake

the directions:

Preheat oven to 176C/350F.
Generously grease a 9- or 10-inch ovenproof skillet.
In a large mixer bowl, combine all ingredients except nuts and topping ingredients.
Blend well at low speed, then increase speed to medium and beat an additional 2 minutes, scraping the sides of the bowl.
Spread batter into skillet.
Sprinkle with pecans (or be awesome like me and arrange them in a lovely flower pattern).
Combine topping ingredients and pour over batter.
Bake 30-35 minutes until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean.
Allow to cool 1-2 minutes, then invert onto a serving plate (or, if the top of yours looks like mine, maybe don't invert it as it's going to look less than stellar once it's flipped upside down).
If necessary, scrape sauce from inside pan onto top of cake and serve warm.

the ingredients:

½ c shortening
1 ¼ c flour
½ c sugar
½ c brown sugar
2 ½ tsp baking powder
¾ tsp salt
2/3 c milk
2 oz unsweetened chocolate, melted and cooled
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
½ salted pecan (or walnut) halves

Topping:

½ c chocolate syrup (if you're in the UK and can't find this, you can sub in ¼ c melted milk chocolate with ¼ c water, stirred together and cooled)
½ c warm water
1 tbsp sugar

Sugar Crisps

When I was in university, I spent two summers working for a camp in the middle of nowhere in Kentucky. I learned a lot those summers: how to repair a Slush Puppie machine; that it's possible to survive on mac and cheese and cereal for an entire summer; that Wint-O-Green Lifesavers, if crunched with your mouth open in a totally dark cave, will make visible green sparks. Most importantly, though, I learned the following from my boss: never get mad at someone for breaking something if they do it while they're helping you.

I, for example, broke two hand radios during my first summer working at the camp-- the first, I will always contend, was broken when it was given to me, but the other fell off my belt loop into a creek inside a cave and promptly drowned. My boss teased me mercilessly about the one I claimed arrived in my possession pre-broken, but he never complained once about the one I broke while doing my job of leading a pack of 5th-graders on a cave hike, despite the fact that those radios probably cost more than I made in a month. After I lost the second radio, I remember walking back to camp with butterflies in my stomach, afraid I was about to get in so much trouble for losing my radio, and I'll always remember walking into my boss's office, telling him I had broken it, and waiting for the inevitable scolding. But what happened instead was that my boss cracked up in the biggest belly laugh I've ever seen, came around his desk to give me a hug, and howled 'Tadpole, it's about time you did something embarrassing!' before walking me into a backroom to fetch a brand new radio. I'll never forget the relief I felt when I realised I wasn't in trouble, and I've tried to extend this mentality to other parts of my life ever since.

When I've had friends help me move, I never get mad if a box gets dropped or an item gets broken, because they are just doing the thing I asked them to help me with. When I host a party, I don't get mad about spills or messes, because those are just part of the cost of entertaining.

Eleanor, however, did not agree with this rule, or at least not as it extended to her serveware. Oh, she would use her good china for meals every Sunday after mass, but my mom's most vivid memories of it are the fact that Eleanor would yell at her every time she picked up her glass, swearing that she could hear my mom's teeth clinking against the crystal. Since then, I have held Eleanor's glasses in my own two hands, and although highly delicate, they are not made of snowflakes or gold leaf that's going to collapse at the slightest breath of wind or clink of teeth.

Because of these memories, my mom has always been reticent about using The Good China. So I grew up, like most of my friends did, with china and crystal in a box somewhere in the house, not to be used... ever.

So when Judson and I received beautiful wineglasses and plates that we adored when we got married, we always swore that we would put them to use, not hide them away in a cupboard. And put them to use we have: there isn't a friend we've served dinner to who hasn't sipped wine from our stemware or eaten off of our best plates. So far (touch wood) there have been no grave mishaps that weren't caused by Judson or me (though I recently broke a Le Creuset casserole dish and Judson once broke the lid to a drink decanter), and we love getting to use the plates that would otherwise sit in a cupboard collecting dust.

Don't try to roll out this dough. You'll regret it.

But last week when I was making these cookies and quickly realised the dough was much too soft to roll them out and cut them like I was supposed to, I immediately did the only sensible thing and grabbed a cut crystal engraved whisky glass out of the cabinet and used the base of it, dipped in flour to make pretty shapes on my cookies. Bringing this all full circle, the glass was a graduation gift from my mom, and I just know Eleanor is somewhere in heaven, rolling her eyes and planning all the ways she is going to scold my mom for raising a daughter who uses the good crystal to make floral imprints on the top of my cookie dough. To which I say: the glass came out fine in the end, all in one piece and still lovely as ever.

These cookies are delicious, but I know they are going to fly under the radar because they aren't as pretty as strawberry shortcake or as exotic as lace cookies. Instead, these cookies are a cross between shortbread and your favourite sugar cookie: crisp and crumbly around the edge, but soft and almost cakey in the middle, with a gentle buttery taste throughout that makes them a great candidate for any event where you don't know people's tastes and still want to impress with homemade cookies. They're intended to be rolled and cut with cookie cutters, but my dough was far too soft and sticky for that, so instead I scooped out heaping tablespoons, then dipped a glass with a pretty bottom into flour and pressed it into the rounded scoops of dough. If you don't have a glass with a carved bottom, any glass will do, but your cookies will suffer from looking plain. Just kidding!

The verdict:

3 spoons out of five. These are delicious, and the batch was eaten quickly by the friends to whom we brought them, but it's hard to get more than 3 spoonfuls worth of excited over basic sugar cookies. However, I'll definitely revisit these if I ever need a good sugar cookie recipe, because they definitely take the average cookie and raise it a few notches to the territory of pure elegance.

The recipe:

Sugar Crisps

THE DIRECTIONS:

Sift flour, powdered sugar, and salt into a large bowl.
Cut in shortening and butter with two knives or a pastry blender until the mixture resembles coarse meal.
Drizzle egg and vanilla over dry mixture, mix well and shape into a ball.
Cover bowl tightly with foil and chill 1-2 hours or up to overnight.
When ready to cook, preheat oven to 204C/400F.
Removing only half of the dough from the fridge at a time, scoop heaping spoonfuls of dough onto an ungreased cookie sheet.
Using a drinking glass dipped in flour, press the bottom of the glass into each spoonful of dough, pressing until dough is 1/8 inch thick.
Bake until golden brown around the edges, about 6-8 minutes.

Yields 24-30 cookies.

the ingredients:

1 ¼ c flour
2/3 c powdered sugar
¼ tsp salt
1/3 c Stork or shortening
¼ c butter, room temperature
½ egg, beaten lightly
1 tsp vanilla