Episode #204 - Schiacciata alla Fiorentina (Orange Flavoured Carnival Cake from Florence)
Every town around Italy celebrates it; there are many different traditions, customs, and obviously foods, associated with it...
Like it happens for every
pagan holiday, food goes well along with laughs and a
festive spirit, and when it comes to feast, once
again (since Carnival comes right after Christmas),
you can indulge yourself with food...you know that
spring is around the corner...the time for fresh
vegetables and fruit is coming! So, yes, brig it
on...more cakes!
In Florence Carnival is
celebrated with the following desserts:
Frittelle di Riso (Fried rice balls
covered in sugar ), Cenci (fried
dough covered in sugar) and the Schiacciata
alla Fiorentina.
This cake is light and easy to prepare; around town
you can find it sliced in half and filled with
whipped cream or even ....Nutella!
Schiacciata alla
Fiorentina
Serves:
12
Prep Time: 15
Cook Time: 30-35
Ingredients
2 1/2 Cups (250 grams) of Flour (all
purpose, unbleached)
1 Cup (100 grams)of Sugar
4 tablespoons of Vegetable Oil
7 tablespoons of warm Whole Milk
3 Eggs
The Juice and the Zest of an Orange
1 1/2 tablespoons of Baking Powder
Confectioner's Sugar
Preparation:
Preheat your oven to 360 F (180 C).
Butter well an 8 ½ by 12 inches baking pan.
Separate the yolk and the egg whites.
Episode #107 - Wake and Bake! Sunday Morning Breakfast: Spinach Frittata, Berries Fruit Salad, Marble Cake.
welcome back to our little cooking show.
Deb has been flying around for the past few days...
Therefore I decided to shoot a solo episode.
First of all I did not want to leave you without something new before the weekend,
and second, I wanted to dedicate an episode to all the men out there that care about treating their girls (yes, I know, or their partners in general).
Sunday morning has always
been a tradition in my family when I was growing up,
and a rule as well!
My mom always worked her ass off all week around,
during the day teaching in junior-high, and then me,
my brother, the house...her husband.
My father was a young surgeon...I remember the phone
ringing in the middle of the night...I remember
vacations with my father, but not the days of the
week....
I was about 6...remember waking up, walking to the
kitchen with my younger brother...he was about 2.
My mom would leave in the fridge a blender full with
my brother's breakfast. Do not ask me what was in
it...some fruit, I remember a big cookie...It kind of
sounds gross, sorry...
I had to process the food, heat it up a bit...no
microwave those days...stove top baby...and serve the
first breakfast.
Me, personally...loved a gigantic cup of milk with
Nesquik and Rice Crispies.
The rule was...BE QUIET!!!
No playing allowed, no running...only breakfast and
some TV. And wait for my parents to wake up. Mainly
mom, as my father was already probably at the
hospital or racing his Ducati on the Mugello track,
just a few miles from our house.
One day I just decided to bake a cake by myself....