Lately, I've been feeling rather meh about - you know - everything. It's been a lot of this face:
My question is: can you suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder during every season? After how many seasons does Seasonal Affective Disorder just turn into "your personality?" That's my question.
Luckily, our fair city has cooled down whiplash quick, and it is now cool enough to bake in my kitchen! When you are feeling blue, my advice is to crack open a beer and break out the mixing bowls. This week I alleviated my melancholy by baking a French dish called un cake. The French do this funny thing where they take an English word and use it to mean something that is just not quite what the word means to its native speakers. For example - un cake. A French cake is more like a loaf of bread filled with random bits of delicious. Often these are savory bits of delicious, but you can make a sweet cake if you are motivated to do so. A savory cake will be eaten for lunch or...
Tell me: what did you do last Friday night? Did you apply sliced almonds one by one to a giant pineapple cream dome until 2AM? Awesome. I am glad I was not alone.
It all started when I was watching le Meilleur Patissier, the French version of the Great British Bake Off. The second part of each episode is technical challenge in which the contestants must bake a cake they have never heard of before. In the fruit pastries episode this technical challenge was the:
This monstrosity of patisserie captivated me the moment I laid eyes on it. Look at it! It makes absolutely no sense. It is named after the bakery on the rue Bourdaloue in Paris that invented it. The same bakery apparently did much better selling a pear tarte, which is what will pop up in your Google if you search Bourdaloue. As their pear tarte grew in popularity, their pineapple cake fell to the annals of patisserie history. UNTIL NOW, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Or, you know... until it was featured on a popula...