For some reason, I was thinking Swedish visiting cake and kept wondering where the almonds were...
I don't remember this particular order of French nuns making an appearance in any of my classes - although, I did write some pretty rad papers on Savonarola (Italian), Abelard (French) and a few other "misused" theologians from the Middle Ages and the eras shortly thereafter. Heck, I even did a presentation on Dante Alighieri and his circles of hell using overhead projector slides that I had drawn myself (does anyone use those any more?)
Oh, I was just a great big old bundle of fun when I was knee-deep in those 15 page papers. I don't know how my roommate - a communication major - tolerated me during research paper time. The four foot stack of library books was probably a pretty strong indicator that it would be wise to evacuate the premises for several weeks.
This was prior to the advent of the WWW - back when one still had to go to the library to borrow books AND then one had to go through thousands of pages of dusty tomes to find enough material to piece together a reasonable sounding piece about some inane topic.
|One PacMan cake...|
A fine crumbed, white cake, Visitandine (cake, not the nuns) is a blank canvas for whatever it is you normally do with a plain, white cake. Slicing the cake in half and turning it into a strawberry shortcake like creation was recommended. (Aren't you glad we are talking about cake? That last sentence would have been really awkward if we were still talking about nuns...)
I ended up with a short squat cake and four egg yolk orphans.
Looking at my short squat creation, I quickly realized that no layering would be happening here. Little wedges it would be...
I pulled some of my berries and rhubarb from last season out of the freezer and gave them a roast with some balsamic vinegar. I strained the resulting juices and reduced them to make a thick sauce. Who needs whipped cream when you have a balsamic reduction? Balsamic is one friend that every cook and baker should get in tight with...
The first vestiges of spring have finally arrived and I am feeling increasingly hopeful. I was able to see parts of my lawn for the first time yesterday. I danced a small jig. Heck, we even had a couple 50 F days. Bring it on, Mother Nature. We welcome you with open arms. (I reserve the right to change my mind during the mid-July heat wave. Just sayin')
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. A version of the recipe for Visitandine is posted over here on The Bitten Word site (one of my favorite reads....)