Category: Baking

Feb 14

The Clandestine Cake Club Cookbook

 

Shhh! Don’t tell anyone but this Valentine’s Day sees the publication of a book I’ve had a small hand in. Way back last summer I was asked to supply some props (table coverings, plates, cake platters, etc) and assist (including various episodes of cake/mug-holding to camera) on a couple of photo shoots for The Clandestine Cake Club Cookbook by Lynn Hill, out today from Quercus Books. It was a brilliant, fascinating experience.

The team of independent creatives and editors working on the book was wonderful: funny, fabulously talented, really welcoming, but also incredibly hard-working. I can offer you an illicit glimpse behind the scenes: some clandestine shots of a clandestine cookbook. How meta-secret is that?

Here’s Jane styling one of the more surreal images featuring a giant lemon fondant fancy. It’s sitting in a mini table-top set backed by the front of a doll’s house (supplied by moi) and accompanied by tiny chair place-markers (also supplied by you-know-who). The tablecloth was mine too.

 

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prepping Giant Lemon Fondant Fancy shot

 

Here’s Emily, checking her shots. The little cloth with the lace mouse pattern hanging over the box is one of mine.

 

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Checking if we nailed it

 

And here’s Anita, peering through one of my dodgier props (crocheted lace minus the linen tablecloth insert – aherm).

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Prop linens

 

This may sound incredible, but arranging and shooting so much cake caused the whole team to suffer from a serious case of cake fatigue; by the end of each day, we  couldn’t bring ourselves to consume any more of the spongey stuff. Can you believe it? I know! Tragic.

Here’s some of the massed ranks of prop crockery, waiting to be pressed into service.

 

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Prop crockery

 

And here’s a prop I was asked to rig on the spot: a vintage linen tablecloth* with transfer embroidery marks which I whisked up into an impromptu notice board. It may look finished but was actually entirely held together at the back with straight pins. It was destined to hold pictures from local Clandestine Cake Club groups, but didn’t make it into the final book. I thought I’d show it to you anyway.

 

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Prop notice board

 

The base was two thicknesses of card cut from a chunky cardboard box. I padded it out with wadding cut from an old sleeping bag, then stretched the old linen over that. The ribbon (scraps, of course) is pinned to the cardboard with some drawing pins onto which I’d hot-glued plain plastic shirt buttons. I was rather pleased with the finished item’s Scandi styling. And, yes, that tiny wooden coffee pot hanging from a string is one of mine too.

 

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Scandi notice board, created on set

 

I had the good fortune to meet Lynn Hill, the book’s indefatigable** author, who came down from Yorkshire to Bath for one of the shoots. She established the Clandestine Cake Club a couple of years ago, and its amazing success story is told over here. You can check out the CCC site to find a local club; if there isn’t one, you’re welcome to set up your own. Consult the website for details.

I’ve had a chance to look over the finished volume, playing ‘Spot My Prop’ with childish glee. But what really struck me is how dense this book is, packed to the endpapers with intriguing recipes, filled with the combined cakey know-how of the nation’s enthusiastic amateur bakers. You can view an extract from the book over here: that’s me holding the Strawberry Butterfly Bundt on page 223. A couple of my personal favourites (as tasted on shoot) were Lime & Coconut (wonderfully zingy) and Green Tea with Orange Icing (subtle and delicate); here’s a slice I took home and just managed to find room for.

 

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Green Tea & Orange

 

The Clandestine Cake Club Cookbook launch events are happening across the nation. Take a peek over here for details of one in your neck of the woods.

 

 

*actually, I think it was a sofa antimacassar, but we wanted it to look like an old tablecloth

**I have to use this adjective periodically, just to remind myself how to spell it

 

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Dec 29

For the love of gingerbread

 

“Maybe my passion is nothing special, but at least it’s mine.”

― Tove JanssonTravelling Light

 

I’m guessing I’m not alone in adoring gingerbread. Spicy, warming and irresistible, it also comes with a raft of great stories, often intertwining themes of love and death. Fine medieval ladies offered their jousting knights gingerbread favours, sometimes pressed into heart shapes. In German fairytale, Hansel & Gretel were lured by the cannibalistic witch’s gingerbread house. And America gave us the Gingerbread Boy who ran away from the old couple who’d made him, but who would also eat him. Why the link between gingerbread and cannibalism? If there’s a psychoanalyst in the house, please make yourself known.

As befits a foodstuff that’s been with us since the middle ages, there’s quite a range of recipes. We have gingerbread: the cake and gingerbread: the biscuit. And before that we had gingerbread: the pressed mix of ground almonds, breadcrumbs, honey and spices (or just some of the above), from which the pre-impalement knightly nibbles would have been constructed. Here’s a nice article about some of the oldest gingerbread, complete with recipes. Different nations and regions have boasted gingerbread superiority. It’s a wonder we don’t need a dedicated Gingerbread Council at the United Nations.

For the past decade or so I’ve been making the biscuit kind of gingerbread for my own family at Christmas time. I may be in denial, but it’s my observation that it engenders a simple pleasure response from my nearest and dearest and very little, if any, conflict. Sometimes I go to town and ice the gingerbread to hang from the Christmas tree. Sometimes I just leave it plain for eating right away, warm from the oven. It’s got to the point where Christmas doesn’t feel quite right without a batch, the scent of the spiced baking suffusing the house. Mince pies I could do without, but I would really miss gingerbread. This is a little curious because it wasn’t something my own mother made.

Gingerbread hearts

Gingerbread cooling

This year’s batch was plain and simple, and my youngest helped stamp out the shapes.

Another thing that I’ve fallen for over the past decade or so is the Moomin books of Tove Jansson. I didn’t encounter them as a child, but my own kids have loved having them read to them. Besides a pleasing blend of cosiness and adventure, and a variety of quirky characters, there is an extraordinary emotional honesty within those books which is rare in children’s literature. If you’d like to know more, there’s a wonderful documentary about Tove Jansson currently viewable on BBC iPlayer. I’ve only recently discovered that she wrote books for adults too; reading them is one of my least onerous new year’s resolutions.

 

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Feb 15

Sea Sew

 

I found this delightful little music video while searching for sewing-related films. Turns out I Don’t Know isn’t about sewing at all. The song captures perfectly all the delicious little unknowns you experience when falling in love (apologies Valentine’s Day phobics – just when you thought it was safe to venture out again!). As a bonus there is a pair of scissors at the beginning and some energetic snippety-snipping of paper throughout. Like.

I hadn’t heard of the singer before, though it’s three years since the very charming Lisa Hannigan‘s solo album Sea Sew was released.  Somehow I managed to miss her appearances on Jools Holland, Steven Colbert,  the Mercury Awards, and also her vocals on Greys Anatomy. But, hey! Better late than never!

There’s a Daily Telegraph interview with Lisa over here. It begins: ‘ She knits the artwork for her album covers with her mother, and plays broken-down, wheezy old instruments. Her blog posts contain not bitter tirades, but cake-making recipes.’  What’s not to love?

Fabulously unstarry, she says that her genre is best described as  ’plinky plonk rock’. More of her very watchable videos over here. Am I really the only person in the universe who hadn’t heard of Lisa before today? Do let me know if you like her too and feel free to point me in the direction of any favourite songs.

 

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Feb 12

True lover’s nut

Going through old pictures, I found these. They were taken exactly seven years ago.

Walnut hearts

Walnut hearts

It was one of those funny accidental things; the shell just happened to break open that way.

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Love in a nutshell

Just like love, you couldn’t plan it.

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Dec 20

Winter lights

Here is my son’s birthday cake, made a couple of days ago.

Birthday cake (unlit)

Little Scraplet's birthday cake

It’s Jamie Oliver’s party cake, chocolate sponge with a handful of flaked almonds in the mix (which all of us liked, except the birthday boy, alas…), whipped cream & blueberries in the middle and melted chocolate on top. It was pretty nom-nom-nom, though I say so myself.

Having a birthday so close to Christmas can be tricky. But you can never have enough candles at this time of year, right? It’ll just get better and better as he gets older.

Lighting the candles

'Happy Birthday to you...'

Cake candles

Cake candles

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Dec 19

Gingerbread party bags

This is a real cheat of a post as I made these bags a whole year ago for Little Scraplet’s last birthday. But I wasn’t blogging then, and I’m ill and out of action now, so needs must.

Little Scraplet’s party was to take a group of friends to a brilliant production of Hansel & Gretel by the wonderfully quirky and inventive Kneehigh Theatre Co at the Bristol Old Vic. I really enjoyed putting the party bags together: homemade gingerbread men, cookie cutters, silicone spatulas and  wooden spoons, gingerbread-themed magnets, and old-fashioned foil-wrapped party cakes. Call me old-fashioned, but I can’t bring myself to buy the instant-junk plastic variety of party-bag gifts. My heart hasn’t shrunken quite so much as to deny balloons, however.

Gingerbread party bags

Gingerbread party bags

Last but not least, cellophane bags (satisfyingly shiny, but eco-friendly), finished off with pretty name labels whose edges were scalloped with my trusty pinking machine.

Gingerbread party bag

Why not real, functional party-bag gifts?

I’ll post about that pinking machine separately as it really deserves your undivided attention.

This clever production of Hansel & Gretel is currently on at London’s South Bank Centre, running until 2nd January 2011. Do catch it if you can as you’ll be doing yourself a huge favour. I can’t remember enjoying a theatrical production so much, whether for adults or children. It really was spellbinding. And a final seasonal temptation: I notice that there are also gingerbread house-making workshops at the South Bank on 20th and 21st December (see the above link for details). Sound like a lot of fun.

Bristol Old Vic

Hansel & Gretel at Bristol Old Vic, December 2009

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