All posts filed under: Chocolate

Roll on One – Clara’s Chocolate Roll

Since we’re coming up on our anniversary (we’re starting our 4th year this month)… or birthday… or however it is that we keep track of non-living things – I’m going back to the recipe that started it all at Plate Fodder. It’s my great grandmother’s Chocolate Roll. This is a recipe that speaks volumes of that era; when families were large, resources were short, and prepackaged meals just didn’t exist. My maternal great grandmother, Clara, was an extraordinary woman. With my great grandfather dying early in life, she managed to raise nine children, and numerous grandchildren entirely on her own. (Having no children myself, I consider raising even one child alone an impossible task) and doing so in the early part of the last century when resources, money, and a well stocked mega store were non existent. She was an excellent cook, and my mother, one of the countless grand kids at the house, learned a few things from her. Growing up at home in Marietta, my mom would make one of Clara’s desserts. It …

Pie Envy – building a better pie – Take That!

It all started with this recipe: Granny Butterworth’s Peanut Butter Pie 3 oz Cream Cheese (softened)3/4 c. Sifted XXX Sugar1/2 cup Peanut Butter2 Tbsp Milk1 Smaller Container of Cool Whip1 8 in Graham Cracker Crust Pie Shell Beat Cream Cheese & Sugar together til fluffy. Add PB & Milk til smooth. Fold Cool Whip into mixture. Pour into Crust. Chill 5-6 hours. Top with Chopped Peanuts. You can store in freezer to help it set more … and some relatively small minded bitchiness on my part. I wont go into it again… but you can follow it back >> here << and get the Chocolate Chess part of the recipe. The thing was to elevate that pie to something better, something Gluten and Dairy Free, and really… something to blow that old pie out of the pie plate. The crust is really the trickiest part of the recipe as most gluten free pie crusts are either scads long in the ingredients, a small fortune in materials, or actually just don’t work very well at all. Even when you have …

Pie Envy – Building a Better Pie (Stage One)

I    felt    cheated. Color me petty,  you can say that’s at the very core of the quest to build a better pie. but I did… Cheated… … and I’m not even going to feel bad about saying it. It all began a couple of days ago on my cousin’s birthday… and with a status update, “My wife made me Granny B’s Peanut Butter Pie for my birthday!” he says.. I smiled a little inside. I know from the happiness and joy that comes out of home-baked goods… and family memories. Casually, I flipped open the well worn and slightly rusted recipe box with the garish Pennsylvania Dutch motif that houses the family recipes. My fingers ticking over the dog eared tabs to the “PIE” section. Granted, it was a little selfish of me. I was happy for him… of course I was. But, I wanted to share in that memory. I wanted the clouds to clear and be right there with him tasting that pie. But… “huh… no peanut butter pie in the …

Mocha Torte with Butterscotch Filling – and the Easter Shoot

Many years ago I inherited a rabbit from a friend moving out to the West Coast. He was a three-foot American Checkered named Sebastian. He was the singular greatest animal I’ve ever owned. He was house trained – spent most of his time standing and walking on his hind legs… ate out of a swanky cat bowl… sat on the sofa with me and watched tv… entertained anyone that came over for dinner with clever tricks… prowled the house at night and squealed like a banshee when strangers came to the door. I couldn’t understand why everyone didn’t have rabbits. 12 years or so ago, I decided to have another go with a rabbit, a Black Silkie – Feijoada. She was a horror. I was bitten repeatedly (read that as daily… multiple times) , she chewed through every electrical – speaker – charger cord in the house – ate through 3 pairs of jeans – and took to stealing potatoes from the kitchen and hiding them under the sofa… where I’d find them months later when they began …

Sea of Love – Turtles, and a little salt

It all started with a recent outing to Helen, Georgia. I had stopped in at Hansel & Gretel’s Fudge Shop (honestly, that’s the name…) because..well, really just because I smelled heavy, dark cocoa… and I needed a sugar fix. In the shop, back in the very last display case, were three trays of dark chocolate and milk chocolate Turtles with Sea Salt. I really get off on opposite parings – sweet / salty, bitter / tangy, sour / savory – and I had enjoyed a box of some salted caramels that I had been given as a thank-you gift. So the little salt sprinkled knobs of chocolate called to me from behind the glass. Sea Turtles drying on the rack They were…ok. I expected them to be saltier. I really wanted to have layers of sweet / salty flow over my tongue awakening my taste buds… I didn’t get that. I got a lot of chocolate with a little salt on top. all packaged up I came away from Helen thinking I can do that …

Feasting on the New Millennium

(in my best Sophia voice) Picture this…  The year was 1999 – December 31st..Vancouver, BC – on the cusp of a new Millennium… I had just dealt with a rather devastating personal blow and decided I wanted to spend two weeks at the dawn of the next great age in someplace completely different and new… The idea (in my mind) was to have the biggest blow-out of my life where no one (except for a couple of friends, and I expected them to be just as shameful as I) knew me. I thought it was what I needed. Things don’t always turn out like we plan… Friends had booked me a room* with a view on Granville Island looking out over False Creek onto the shining glass mego-tropolis that is Beautiful Vancouver, and promised me they had all the plans made for an “exciting” night ahead. *Room – (n)” a partitioned part of the inside of a building; especially :such a part used as a lodging.”No one told me my particular “partitioned” part  was going to be an 8′ x 8″ box, …

Gluten Free / Dairy Free “Sour Cream” Brownies

There is a couple I know that each time we talk, it seems there is yet another food ingredient that gets added to their ever-growing list of allergies. I know from allergies. You’ve read in the past that later in my dad’s life, he became sensitive, allergic and down right toxic to several common everyday foods. It became a constant and vigilant effort to read every ingredient for the assaulting foods in his list just to make sure that some innocuous corn by-product or nut wasn’t going to shut down his neuro transmitters and transport him into a near Alzheimer state. It became necessary to create work-arounds for a lot of the things he liked to eat, because I am a firm believer that just because you “can’t” have something you love, doesn’t mean that I “shouldn’t” find a way to make something else taste like it. When Tracy and Ken let me know that their food allergies were on the rise, I felt it was my duty to find ways to make their life …

If you push it… Does it roll?

My maternal great grandmother, Clara, was an extraordinary woman. With my great grandfather dying early in life, she managed to raise nine children, and numerous grandchildren entirely on her own. (Having no children myself, I consider raising even one child alone an impossible task) and doing so in the early part of the last century when resources, money, and a well stocked mega store were non existent. She was an excellent cook, and my mother, one of the countless grand kids at the house, learned a few things from her. Growing up at home in Marietta, my mom would make one of Clara’s desserts. It was,hot, buttery, chocolaty,…it was heaven in a Pyrex(c) dish. Even now, I can almost taste it while I’m writing and if I close my eyes I can smell the cocoa, butter and browning crust. Clara Carter’s Chocolate Roll Yield – 6 to 8 servings (or just one long roll-fest) Ingredients 1/3 Cup Cocoa 1 Cup Sugar Pinch Salt – 1/8 teaspoon 1 Small Can Evaporated Milk 1 Biscuit Recipe (See …

The CampingTrip

There’s just something about camping as a child. Off in the wilderness, left to survive on your own, eating off the land…  Well, that’s how it felt to me. I don’t know of many wilderness excursions that include the fully packed Country Squire wagon chucked full of folks and kids – braving the unknown south of Atlanta with a 12′ x 12′ rubberized canvas tent, Coleman lanterns and cooking stoves, sleeping bags.. and groceries. But hell – for a 10 year old – it was primal living at its best. For a couple of summers when I was a kid, my mom’s family got together for a camping weekend – the location varied but the experience is always the same. It would take what felt like endless hours of setting up the 300lb drab green “Family Tent – Built to last for years of Family Fun!” that my dad purchased with Gold Bond Stamps, setting up the cook stove, priming the Colemann lantern –  all in preparation of that 1st magical night… under the stars… …

If you push it – does it roll?

My maternal great grandmother, Clara, was an extraordinary woman. With my great grandfather dying early in life, she managed to raise nine children, and numerous grandchildren entirely on her own. (Having no children myself, I consider raising even one child alone an impossible task) and doing so in the early part of the last century when resources, money, and a well stocked mega store were non existent. She was an excellent cook, and my mother, one of the countless grand kids at the house, learned a few things from her. Growing up at home in Marietta, my mom would make one of Clara’s desserts. It was,hot, buttery, chocolaty,…it was heaven in a Pyrex(c) dish. Even now, I can almost taste it while I’m writing and if I close my eyes I can smell the cocoa, butter and browning crust. Clara Carter’s Chocolate Roll Yield – 6 to 8 servings (or just one long roll-fest) Ingredients 1/3 Cup Cocoa 1 Cup Sugar Pinch Salt – 1/8 teaspoon 1 Small Can Evaporated Milk 1 Biscuit Recipe (See …