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bring lemon cake to the party

I’m not sure what it is about lemons, the color, the flavor, the scent… I love it all. Things may be different now, but when I was growing up in Costa Rica, you couldn’t find lemons anywhere in San José. We had limes — tons of limes — and at our house, we drank limeade almost daily with lunch, dinner, and with pretty much everything in between. I loved that, too! It wasn’t until I lived abroad that I finally got to taste lemons — and then, quickly, I fell in love with them.

For me, lemons symbolize spring and the start of warmer weather. So, as soon as spring gets near, I start to crave lemon everything (even in the color of the clothes I wear).

Since the beginning of February, yellow colors are popping up everywhere: daffodils, acacia trees, spring fashion in store windows, and all sorts of lemony cravings in my head! So, when about two weekends ago, I was asked to bring some dessert to one of our family dinners, understandably, I chose to bring lemon cake.

The recipe for this lemon cake is from my favorite baking cookbook, Sju Sorters Kakor, which I’ve had for what seems like forever. I got the book as a present many moons ago. I thought I remembered who gave me the book, but I am embarrassed to say that I don’t.

Hey, wait! There’s a note on the front cover.

English translation: “To the Cookie Monster, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
From Us.”

Från oss??? Well, that doesn’t help much, does it?

Note: This looks a lot like my host sister’s handwriting. I remember now, she gave this to me. She knew how much I loved baking.

What’s also funny is that I realized today as I was writing this post, that whenever I bake something from this book, I first have to cross my fingers and hope that I can still trust my rusty Swedish. Second, I need to pray that my unique measuring strategies result in something we can eat. For these reasons, about two hours before the party, I realized I probably shouldn’t have chosen to bake something I’d never made before. But it was already too late at that point.

Since I left Sweden, pretty much every recipe in this book has been tweaked by me for the simple reason that I cannot find measuring cups like the ones every Swede probably has in their house, which I’m sure you could get at Ikea — their Ikea, that is. The one across the Atlantic, and not the one across the Bay Bridge.

See, in Sweden, things like flour and sugar are measured in deciliters, not American cups. And today after all these years I was kind of surprised at the fact that I’ve never tried harder to figure out how to tweak these recipes so I can use a regular cup measure. For the past 20 years, I’ve just been guesstimating the quantities.

Yes, I know that my measuring cups have metric equivalents stamped on them. One cup equals 236 ml. which is the same as 2.36 dl. and 1/4 cup is 59 ml. or 0.59 dl., but it frustrates me that I cannot just measure out 1 dl. of flour and use my knife to level the flour across this perfect, inexistent cup.

So here are some of the strategies I’ve come up with over the years to get around this:

1/2-cup-it” all the way: If you decide to try these recipes, this might be your best bet! The 1/2 cup measure at 118 ml. is the closest thing to 1 dl. You can use this just like that, or scoop out a bit. The amount you take out is a little arbitrary, but if you’re a perfectionist, I recommend you remove 1 Tbsp., which is equivalent to 15 ml. (3 ml. more, 3 ml. less, no one will ever notice!) 😉

“Pyrex-cup-it“: My favorite solution to this problem is to use my Pyrex liquid cup measure. These cups have lines for 1 dl, 1.5 dl., etc., all the way to 2.5 dl. (Thank you, Pyrex!) I am not sure this is accurate, but it has worked for me in the past. Just make sure to bring the cup to eye level to ensure you are on the right line!

Besides my measuring challenges, I’m also sometimes surprised by the recipes in this book if I haven’t reviewed the instructions carefully before I start to bake. For this cake, it wasn’t until I had it on the cooling rack, ready for glazing, that I realized that citronkräm (direct translation: lemon cream) was the equivalent to lemon curd and that I’d be making it from scratch! At this point, my daughter looked at me with a little bit of worry in her eyes, and I had to give her the confident mom look that said, “We’ve got this. We will eat lemon cake!”

If you don’t ever bake this cake, I recommend you try the lemon cream on the side of some shortbread or maybe with some scones. Yum!

The cake turned out nicely, not dry at all, which is always my greatest fear. The white glace was a little runny because I added a bit too much lemon juice, so it looked a little messy. For the topping, we had some homemade candied orange peel that Patrick had prepared for another recipe. So the cake didn’t look exactly like the one in the book, but it worked.

And speaking of lemons and spring, yellow has popped up in my closet as well. Clothes are one of my biggest weaknesses. I’ve been trying to be better about buying only what I need. I needed a new button-up shirt and found one a few days ago. It is very yellow. I think you could place it in the neon category. Yes, it is that bright. It’s something that I will probably only be able to pull off when it’s officially spring or summer. Honestly, I can’t wait to wear it.

How about you? Do you like bright, cheery colors? Limes, lemons and everything citrus, like I do?

Below is the recipe as I made it. Let me know if you try it!

Glazed Lemon Cake

An easy cake that will satisfy your lemon cravings any day. Adapted from the book Sju Sorters Kakor.

for the cake

  • 150 g butter
  • 1.5 cups sugar
  • 2 large eggs
  • zest of 1 large lemon
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 2 cups flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder

for the glaze

  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 2 tbsp lemon juice
  • 2-3 tbsp lemon zest used for garnish; optional candied lemon peel

for the lemon cream

  • 1 lemon
  • 2 eggs
  • 3/4 c sugar
  • 100 g butter

make the cake

  • Grease the pan and cover with flour or bread crumbs. Shake off excess and put aside.
  • Using a mixer at medium speed, beat the butter with the sugar until fluffy.
  • Add one egg at a time, mixing well between each addition.
  • Add the lemon zest, milk and flour mixed with the baking powder.
  • Pour mixture in the prepared pan and bake in the lower part of the oven for about 40 minutes, or until a toothpick (I use a bamboo skewer) comes out clean after you insert it into the cake.

make the frosting

  • Mix together the powdered sugar and lemon juice to make a smooth paste.
  • Spread the mixture over the cake while it’s still a little warm.
  • Sprinkle with lemon zest to add color.

optional lemon cream filling

  • Zest and juice the lemon.
  • Beat sugar together with the eggs until light and fluffy.
  • Add the lemon juice and the lemon zest to the egg mixture.
  • Melt the butter in a small saucepan at medium heat.
  • Add the egg mixture to the butter while whisking briskly. Continue to whisk the mixture until it thickens and takes on a creamy consistency. Remove from the heat and let it cool.

notes

  • If using lemon cream, add it between the cake layers before you glaze the cake.
  • You can even add some whipped cream to make the filling become creamier. (Beat 1 box of cold heavy cream in your beater until soft peaks form. Fold into lemon mixture.)

You can save the lemon cream in a jar for a day or two in the fridge. Let it cool completely before doing so. It’s great with scones.

Let me know if you try this.

💛 G

 

knitting rowan’s “kate” cardigan

I may have mentioned that I started working on a new project, a ROWAN pattern called “Kate”. I started it a few days ago. It’s a very basic sweater. But that’s okay; I like basic. 

Ever since I finished the sleeveless purple top, I’ve only worn it once. It’s still chilly around here, so I need something to throw over it that isn’t too bulky and that won’t clash with the rib pattern, so I hope this works. 🤞🏻

I should be making the sweater in green like the photo from the “Rowan Loves.. kidsilk haze & felted tweed” magazine, which has 9 designs by Sarah Hatton. I love emerald green! (Oh well, maybe next time.)

RowanKateEmeraldCardigan

I’m loving the yarn I picked out: Folio by Berroco yarns. I hope it doesn’t behave too differently from the Kidsilk Haze specified in the pattern. Normally, I would have gone with the recommended yarn. I love Rowan yarns. But Berroco had the color I needed, and I didn’t want to wait for an order to be mailed to me. Although, Kidsilk Haze in the Majestic colorway would have probably worked perfectly. (Shoot! I just remembered I need more yarn to actually get two full sleeves, or I might end up with a vest! It’s a holiday today, so I can swing by the yarn store later. I hope they still have some left!)

Yarn substitutions always make me a little nervous and honestly most of the time I see a pattern I like, I want it to look just like the one in the picture. I am the same way with recipes. (A little crazy, I know!) So, when I realized I was going to have to use something different than Kidsilk Haze, I got a little worried and figured I’d better do some research to hopefully get it right. There’s nothing worse than putting in all those hours of knitting and end up with catastrophic results. (Trust me, it’s happened to me before.)

So here’s a simplified list of what I’ve learned:

1. Look for a yarn with similar fiber content. This is super important!

2. Read your yarn labels. Look them up online if you have to. Most yarn companies list all the details of their yarns on their websites. You’ll want to see if the gauge matches. In my case, I had the following:
Kidsilk Haze: 70% mohair, 30% silk (most decadent!) 😍
Knitting gauge: 18-25 sts, 23-34 rows to 4″/10cm.
Folio: 65% superfine alpaca, 35% rayon. Knitting gauge: 22 sts, 32 rows to 4″/10cm.

3. Look at weight and yardage per skein. This is what I learned! You’ll sometimes be happily surprised to find out you may need to spend a little less money to make the same project using a different yarn. 
KidSilk Haze: yarn ball weight, 25 g.; yardage (meterage), 210 m.
Folio: yarn ball weight, 50 g.; yardage (meterage), 200 m.

Conclusion: Close enough in gauge, cousins in content, twice as much weight but almost exact meterage per ball with Folio. Let’s test this out!

4. Swatch, swatch, swatch. I’m a firm believer in the importance of this step. Everyone knits a little differently. Some of us are tight knitters, some knit more loosely. This is important also when you choose which size to knit. 

5. If you are not completely sure the yarn you pick for substituting the one called for in your pattern will be a perfect match, don’t buy it all at once. Buy only enough for some testing. Then, if you love it, buy all you need plus one extra ball « just in case. » You may never use it, but it stinks when you’ve been working on a project for months, only to realize you are short on yarn to finish it. And good luck trying to get an exact match for your color then! 

Tip: the yarnsub.com website is awesome when you have no clue of where to start when trying to substitute yarn. I visit it often!

So far, after knitting about 7 inches for the back I decided to start over. I don’t know why this yarn inspired me to try to knit more loosely. I think it was because it’s kind of fluffy. It’s a very light yarn. But I should have known better! My tension was all over the place and in the areas it was ultra-loose it looked like I had holes in the work. Ugh! I couldn’t stand it. So I started over and it’s a little better. This yarn requires very steady stitches and it’s less forgiving than Kidhaze, which has a fuzzy finish that hides uneven tension a bit better. Definitely something to consider if this is one of your first projects!

flowers in a vase

my sweet valentine

My sweet valentine came a little early this year — a whole week early, to be exact. The florist screwed up the delivery date and showed up at my office last Friday. I was very confused—as were my co-workers, all women. They knew it wasn’t my birthday, and they definitely knew it wasn’t Valentine’s Day – yet! It was all so odd. Before opening the package that came with the flowers or even reading the note, I emailed Patrick. Did you send me flowers??? He explained what had happened and after work we laughed about the whole thing. All week I’ve been indulging in the chocolate bon-bons that came with the flowers… Addicting! I just wanted to capture this moment because I am impressed that the flowers are still holding up! Just like us, babe! (Thanks, Patrick Grubb and Happy early Valentine’s to you, too!)

kombucha

Kombucha is a funny word. I swore I would never try the stuff. But as the saying goes, never say never!

It all started at Comforts, a nearby café/restaurant/deli (it’s really all of the above), about two weekends ago. I was grabbing a couple of their famous Chinese chicken salads for lunch, when the person behind me in line made some silly comment about whether he was next. I forget exactly what he said. It was a joke about cutting in line… Somehow, I rarely leave a place without exchanging a few words with at least one person in a store. (It just happens!) People seem to always want to chat, and I tend to chat back. It drives Patrick crazy. He’s not much of a chatter.

My new acquaintance was holding a brown glass bottle with a reddish-orange label and white type resembling an old Coca Cola bottle. I knew it was a brand of kombucha. And since I’ve been scared to drink kombucha ever since our last Exploratorium visit with the kids, I had a hard time believing this person (this pretty regular-looking human) thought it was worth paying money for the stuff. “Is that actually good?” I had to ask. “Yes! You should try it. I got mine from right over there!” he said, as he pointed to one of the refrigerators behind the other thousand people who had also thought takeout on the day before the “Super Bore” was a good idea.

But I wasn’t convinced. I wasn’t really going to try that. Plus, I was next up in line to pay for my food, and the kids and Patrick were waiting for me to get back with our lunch. Kombucha Cola would have to wait.

Since then, I have developed a ridiculously childish curiosity to try kombucha. I see the pretty bottles everywhere, as if they’re calling out: Try me! You’ll be surprised!

Nah…


I’d been at the Exploratorium with the kids some months back. They had an exhibit on how kombucha was made. The kids wouldn’t dare touch it, but I did! I’m talking about the rubbery, milk-colored disk that had formed in the tray, known by more informed people as the SCOBY (symbiotic culture of bacteria and yeast) — and more commonly referred to as the “mother.” “This is a living thing!”, I’d said to the kids. They weren’t impressed. (Teenagers…) Let me tell you, the “mother” looked pretty gross. I couldn’t stomach the idea of drinking something soaked in it. Funny, because I love other fermented foods so much — cheese and yogurt, kefir, even sauerkraut! All foods that gross some people out, my kids included.

But here’s the thing. My stomach has been acting up a lot lately, and I’ve been wondering…What if this thing actually works? A New York Times article I was reading about kombucha says some people believe it can cure almost anything: improve digestion, strengthen the immune system, help with diabetes, all by increasing the “good” bacteria in your gut. Plus, I hear it can even make you slightly more popular. (Ha, ha.) Of course, it’s probably all a hoax. I should know better!

Yesterday morning, while I waited for my café latte at the Good Earth (the local organic grocery store), and debated whether to grab a ready-made wrap or a salad for lunch, I thought about kombucha again. (And how could I not?!) Their cold drinks section is full of all kinds of kombucha! I think you could easily fill a year’s worth of exploration trying all the brands and flavors they sell. And the packaging… well, as some people know, I’m a sucker for pretty labels and such. The bottles are so darn cute!

This was my chance to finally put this silliness behind me, to “woman-up” and taste the darn thing once and for all. I looked at all the choices in the display case and decided to go with a juice flavor I liked a lot, just in case it tasted horrible. Mango or guava? Guava, it would be!

I proudly marched over to the register with the kombucha, latte and a falafel wrap in hand. This would be a day to remember. A first. (I love firsts.) I was pretty proud of myself, and suddenly felt slightly more in harmony with my fellow Good Earthlings, who of course love kombucha.

For some reason, though, when lunchtime came around, the falafel wrap didn’t sound like a good match for the guava kombucha tea. So, I brought the pretty bottle back home after work and put it in the refrigerator. It’s still there. I wonder what food goes best with kombucha. Is there perhaps a specific time of day you should drink it? I’m going to try it. I will! (Pinky promise.) 😉