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A Bit of Winter Sunshine {CtBF}

My mother was more of a cook than a baker.  Though she had a limited repertoire of baked goods, the things she made were delicious.  She was also a strict recipe-follower, so her baking was very consistent.  Her signature cake was a chocolate-chip cake that my sisters and I still make.  The other cake I remember her making frequently, starting in my teen-aged years, was Carrot Cake.  Her recipe was from the classic James Beard’s American Cookery  (now out of print).  As with her chocolate-chip cake, she baked it in a 13×9 pan and slathered it with cream cheese frosting.  Whenever I imagine eating a carrot cake, it’s hers I dream of.  It was a basic carrot cake with grated carrots, warm spices, and nuts.  There were none of the extraneous ingredients that carrot cake recipes often called for, like crushed canned pineapple or the dreaded (to me) shredded coconut.

As you might expect, Howard is not a fan of carrot cake.  That means I haven’t made one in decades.  I seldom eat it out, usually choosing something else because of the frequent appearance of those extra ingredients I mentioned before.  When I saw that this week’s recipe challenge with my friends at Cook the Book Fridays was the Carrot Cake from David Lebovitz’s My Paris Kitchen, I had mixed feelings.  However, on closer review of the recipe, I was reminded of my mother’s cake.  Just the basics.  The main differences between David’s cake and my mom’s (and James Beard’s) were few.  David’s cake is enriched by vegetable oil and buttermilk instead of butter and warm water.  My mom’s cake added grated orange rind.  Otherwise, they were very similar.

I didn’t want to make a whole cake.  Initially I thought I’d make half a cake as my friend Ro from Chez Nana ingeniously did, but I wanted to be able to share it more easily.  After looking up cake volume conversions, I decided to make cupcakes instead.  According to the handy chart I found, batter for a 9-inch cake pan would make 9-12 cupcakes.  Perfect!  Or so I thought.  The full recipe must make one massive cake.  I filled all twelve of the cavities in my muffin tin and had enough to batter left to fill a 6-inch cake pan as well.

The cake is quite easy to mix together with a whisk and a rubber spatula.  The resulting cake is moist and tender.  I used the stand mixer to mix up the mascarpone-cream cheese frosting.  I loved the tang of the frosting, and it is much less sweet than my memory of my mom’s frosting.  As you can see, I’m not the most talented froster.  I can’t remember the last time I made a layer cake.  When I make cakes, I usually leave them unadorned or sprinkle them with powdered sugar.

I shared some of the cupcakes and have been working my way through the single layer cake.  Though it’s a different recipe than the one I dream of, it came out just the way I like it, taking me for a delightful trip down memory lane.

While I can’t say carrot cake will make frequent returns to my kitchen, I did like this recipe enough to make it again.  Revisiting my mom’s recipe, I think adding orange rind to this recipe could only improve it.  I noticed she added nuts to the frosting AND the cake.  That might be an interesting variation as well.  And for minimal fuss, I would even try baking it in a 13×9 pan.

My Mom’s Carrot Cake Recipe in My Teen-Aged Handwriting

As a side note, David Lebovitz’s memoir l’appart has finally bubbled up to the top of my pile.  I bought a copy in December (and met him) when he came through Boston on his book tour.  I’m about halfway through.  It is very entertaining, though I doubt I would ever be able to face purchasing property or doing a home renovation in Paris.  I bookmarked a few of the recipes in the book to try.

If I’ve inspired you to try out David’s Carrot Cake, you can find the recipe on page 277 of My Paris Kitchen.  To see if my Cook the Book Fridays friends enjoyed their cake, follow their links here.

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Great(ed) Carrots {CtBF}

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I can’t believe that Thanksgiving (my favorite holiday of the year) has already come and gone.  We had a lovely visit and feast with Howard’s sister and her family in New Jersey.  Everything was delicious.  I have some turkey stock stashed in the freezer that I made from the carcass, but otherwise, the leftovers are all gone.

After all the rich food and restaurant eating that goes with visiting, this week’s recipe for Cook the Book Fridays, the very French Grated Carrot Salad (or Carottes Râpées), is a perfect addition to a healthier diet for the week.  Not only is it good for you, it is also super simple to put together.

Grated carrots are tossed with a lemony vinaigrette and some fresh chopped herbs.  That’s it, that’s all. They’re great!  In fact, this recipe is so easy, that I forgot to take any pictures!

I used carrots that I bought from Lexington Community Farm at the end of the season.  These are carrots that I helped weed throughout their growing season, so they are particularly special to me.

I’ve made salads like this occasionally, and this time around, it leaves me wondering why this salad isn’t a regular visitor to my kitchen.  I went back to compare this recipe from David Lebovitz’s My Paris Kitchen to the one I made from Dorie Greenspan’s Around the French Table.  David’s recipe uses much less dressing, for a dried (though not dry), salad.   I also loved the brightness of the fresh lemon juice.  Dorie’s recipe uses a lot more Dijon mustard.  I think when I revisit this recipe, I’ll add more mustard to David’s dressing for a bit more bite.  Other than that, I hope to prepare this one again throughout the year.

To see what other bloggers in our group thought of their carrot salads, check out their links here.  To make your own carrot salad, you can find the recipe on page 123 in David Lebovitz’s My Paris Kitchen or on-line here.

Quick note to the Doristas among you: I’m so excited about tonight when I’m going to one of Dorie’s local book signing events.  I postponed getting my own copy of Dorie’s Cookies in anticipation of a signed copy.  Just as exciting, Cher of The not so exciting adventures of a dabbler… will be joining me on this Dorie field trip.