Smitten kitchen cinnamon crumb cake8/13/2023 ![]() Add the flour and buttermilk mixtures alternately to the creamed butter, beginning and ending with the flour. In another bowl, combine the orange juice, buttermilk, and vanilla. Sift or whisk together 3 cups flour, the baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl. Add the eggs, one at a time, scraping down the bowl between additions. Cream the butter and zested sugar together for about 5 minutes, or until light and very fluffy. Place sugar and zest in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment use fingertips to rub them together (this abrasion helps get the maximum flavor from the zest). Make the cake: Heat your the oven to 350☏ (175☌). sometimes well-spent hours in the kitchen for an infinitely rewarding purpose is just the involved calm you need. This cake is One of the Greats, I think, and although it is on the labor-intensive side - zesting and juicing and straining and syrup-simmering and ganache-making, etc. If you like orange/chocolate combinations or even if you think you don’t, I would encourage you to try your hand at this. ![]() (Something I wish our wedding cake baker had thought of, but that little box in the freezer awaiting its day in the sun, a story for another day.) Can you tell I’m a little obsessed?) Not only does she favor pound-like cakes, whose butter-packed crumb holds moisture like a pro, she bastes them with related juices while they’re still warm, trapping in humidity that keeps the cakes fresh for days. Let’s talk about a nine-pound cake! (Awesome segues like this are what keep you coming back, right?) Remember when I told you if there were ever a cookie versus cake contest, cakes would never win because you’re always fighting an uphill battle with their basic desire to be dry? Well, Ina Garten gets this. I don’t even like lugging 5 pound bags of flour home.īut, enough about all this. We brought in the Jewish new year with our combined families and our mothers delighting in telling us what difficult, exhausting, impossible-to-please babies we both were (our siblings were apparent delights, or nya-nya, as they put it), weeks overdue and really, it was all very funny and ha-ha until I learned that this one came out, this one I married, at over nine pounds. “How about Roosevelt Island?” he asked and I went to go rock in the corner for a while. ![]() It started when I asked my husband if he still thought the third year of marriage was an ideal time to try to make one of those little tiny things with roly thighs and he shocked me by saying yes, and it continued when I saw him, more than once, researching two bedroom apartments in the city. ![]() I’ve been feeling kind of bewildered this week. ![]()
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