Tiramisu – The stuff of legend

Oh it’s amazing. It’s the best thing I’ve ever made. Itsq. I’d elaborate, but mere words can’t describe it. I think I’ll just share the recipe, and let you see for yourself.

First off, I’m glad to be back. I made this recipe days ago, and I’ve been waiting to post this ever since I made it. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,

I DEFINATELY DID!

Secondly, it’s from my trusty recipe book IMG_4463, and it still has yet to fail me. If you enjoy baking as much as I do,

GET THIS BOOK!

Thirdly, here is the recipe. I did make some changes, but only minor ones:

1 cup of hot espresso or strongly brewed coffee

3 tablespoons of brandy

2 tablespoons of sugar, as well as 1/2 cup of sugar

24 Italian lady fingers             1/2 cup of milk

1 cup (16 to 17 1/2 oz.) mascarpone cheese

3/4 cup heavy whipping cream

Unsweetened cocoa

There is a garnish of chocolate curls. They make an excellent edition, so you should use them:

6 oz. semisweet chocolate

2 table spoons of vegetable shortening

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First for the

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1. In a large bowl, stir coffee, brandy, and 2 tablespoons of sugar until sugar has dissolved. (I re-wrote the following part, so be sure to read it carefully to make sure you understand what the heck I’m talking about): Place several lady fingers in at a time into the coffee mix. once they’ve soaked through completely, probably about 5 seconds time, take them out. They break apart easily, so be careful. place the “mush” at the bottom of a large square dish (the book says 8 inch baking dish, but I have no Idea if that’s the size I used). Keep repeating this proses until there are 12 lady fingers worth of mush at the bottom of the dish. Flatten the mixture out into a single even layer of mush (I hope you can figure out what I meant).

2. In large bowl stir milk and remaining 1/2 cups of sugar until sugar has dissolved. Then stir in Mascarpone cheese until evenly blended.

3. In a small bowl, with mixer at high speed, beat cream until soft peaks form. Gently fold then stir cream into Mascarpone mixture. Spread half of this mixture onto the ladyfinger mush.

4. Now, repeat the ladyfingers step with the remaining 12, then place onto the mascarpone mixture. Then, place the remaining mascarpone mixture on top of that. Dust this lightly with the cocoa, and proceed to the chocolate curls.

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1. In a heavy sauce pan, heat chocolate chips and vegetable shortening over low heat, stirring frequently until melted and smooth.

2. Pour chocolate mixture into a small foil lined bowl, and refrigerate until chocolate has set, about 2 hours.

3. (I obviously re-wrote this part) Use a peeler, and peel the chocolate into curls.

IF YOUR TIRAMISU LOOKS ANYTHING LIKE THIS, YOU DID A GOOD JOB:

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Simon & Sonya – 5

S I M O N   &   S O N Y A

D A Y   5

When your Aunt is about to marry a very, very, very rich man, here are things that you expect: an extravagant ceremony, snobby guests, delicious food, and about 50 staff members. Here are things that you don’t expect: Neon green punch, an Ice sculpture with a caption “The future old ball-and-chain”, peanut butter jelly sandwiches for appetizers, or for a half a foot tall wedding cake. Now here are things that you’d never expect to see happen even in the wedding of a scarlet fever ridden dream: a bird to catch the brides bouquet, the ring to be taller than the groom, orange juice to rain from the sky, or for the bride’s husband to ask his personal pilots to fly you to the wedding themselves. So I believe you’ll understand why Simon was rather surprised when his mother woke him up and said loudly “Where have you been, I’ve been looking everywhere! Oh well. Anyway, the flights been canceled, but Rick-Uncle Rick-Mr. Blaine has sent two of his personal pilots to come and pick us up in a luxury jet! Isn’t that fantastic?!”. As he sat in the plane, marveling at how unsafe it felt, he wondered why he wasn’t as ecstatic about the luxury plane as his mother seemed to be. Then, he thought back to the dream he’d had a few hours before. He didn’t understand why it had scared him so much. After all, he had been intentionally unintentionally selected to do dangerous things in Boy Scouts. Of course, he didn’t know that he had been selected at all. He only knew that something serious was about to happen. 126.5 miles away, back in Lyndonville, Sonya was a lot less concerned. This was on of the reasons that she had almost not been intentionally unintentionally selected. Still, you couldn’t blame her. How was she to know that the fate of Earth in the distant future was about to be weighing half on her shoulders, half on Simon’s. Simon & Sonya, the Earth savers. In about 800 years from now, they’d decide that they didn’t like that title. 

The long break

OK! Well, I certainly took a week long break. What with school starting, I’m overly busy. But starting tomorrow, I will start to post every day again. And today, I am posting four new posts, to make up for the time I missed. =)

Simon & Sonya – 4

You know what, I’m going to start making it Simon & Sonya Saturday’s, since 2 out of the 3 of these posts have been Saturday’s. It’s just more convenient.

S I M O N   &   S O N Y A

D A Y   2

Sonya woke up to the loud thrashing of rain and wind at her window. It was beginning to pick up, and she must have dozed off listening to the thunderstorm. The letter was still clasped tightly in her left hand, and she quickly shoved it in her pocket. It was then that she remembered her “weird” dream. Somehow it scared her, and she just wanted to forget about it. Dad wouldn’t be home for a few hours, and Mom was busy in California, so she decided to go outside and eavesdrop by the fence on the “lovely couple” in their swiftly vanishing bachelor and bachelorette days., to get her mind off things. She ran down stairs, and made her way by the fridge. Before she went outside she decided she would make some sausages incase Dad forgot to buy the salmon, and she could impress him with her cooking skills. She turned on the burner, marveling at her independence. She liked being able to just do whatever she wanted all the time. She felt in control of things. Of course, Victor helped.

“Victor!” she yelled

“Yeah?!” he replied from upstairs

“I’m going outside, ok”

“Be sure to wash up once you get inside, I don’t want Dad to think we adopted a dog!”

“Oh shut up!” she snickered. She always thought that “brother” meant something more than just sharing the same parents. Still, if anyone was her brother, the answer would always be Victor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wear a raincoat.”

She made her way outside, kind of shocked at how bad the weather actually was. She was beginning to get worried about her dad’s long commute. Once she made it by the fence, she could see the catering staff struggling to set up this elegant looking tarp. Over the wind she could hear things like “… I’m going to need that potato salad…” and “Has anyone seen Sam with the tool kit?” and “… so they’re still having the wedding outside?!”. “Then she saw the bride walk out, overseeing the progress of her staff. She stood right on the otherside of where Sonya was, and she could hear her clearly speaking into a cell phone:

“Harriet, you’re the Maid of honor! You have to be here! … … … Well, then you’ll have to find a pilot who can fly in this weather … … … That’s ridiculous! … … … Fine, I’ll see if he can fly you here.” 

Add [ THREE ] New Post

I know, I should have posted a new Simon and Sonya. I’ve been really sick today, and now It’s kind of late. Plus, I’m adjusting to a new computer! Don’t worry, I’ll keep using the old one as my own computer, so he’ll still be a re-occurring character. Anyway, this is just to say sorry about not blogging lately. I’ll start blogging more soon, I even have three posts lined up already. So this is just a really quick “stay tuned everybody”, so stay tuned everybody!

Simon and Sonya – day 2-3

Yes, I know. I’m supposed to post “Simon and Sonya’s” on Firday’s. But, let me counter with this, I think it’s Friday in China! Anyway… I’ve been slacking alot on these posts, so not only am I breaking the Friday rule, I’m also posting 2 of these posts as one long post. =)

S I M O N   &   S O N Y A

D A Y    2 – 3

“What do you mean our flight is cancled!” shouted Simon’s Mother at the rather startled woman at the baggage claim “My sister’s wedding is tomorrow!”

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do” said the woman, trying to talk her down. Simon stood a little way’s away, reading the back of his suitcase, pretending to be fascinated with with the cautions. He loved his mother, but she had the aweful habbit of yelling at customer service people. He vowed that when he had kids, he’d be nicer to those people than everyone else. He sat down at one of the thousands of chairs, hearing faintly: “No, I’m not the caterer for the wedding!”. When Simon sat down he realized how tired he was, and then realized that he had only slept about 5 hourslast night. He decided to close his eyes, and wait for his mother to give up. The last thing he heard was “Now where’s Simon?” before he drifted of to sleep.

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He sat alone. The slow sound of waves caressing the snow swept beaches seemed to be lulling him to sleep. He couldn’t exactly remember why he was there, which felt… empty. This was when she sat down next to him. She looked vaguely familiar, but he didn’t know how. Then, she started talking, almost as if they were already in the middle of a conversation.

“So” She mumbled “Are you here for the same reason that I am?”

“I… don’t… I don’t really know why I’m here”

“Neither do I. I was hoping you did”

“Well, I don’t” He said, rather curious as to why she acted as if he should know why they were there. Should he? Had he forgotten something important, and ruined this whole thing, whatever it was?

“Neither do I” She said “I feel like we should, shouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know…”

“See what I mean.” she said clearly just as curious as he was

“What do you mean”

“I… don’t… I don’t really know” she said, clearly in deep thought.

“You’re right, though. Why are we here? And why a beach?”

“And why are we here?” she said distantly. Then they paused. A long pause filled with empty stares, and crashing waves.

“I’m Simon”

“Sonya” she said, clearly with an attempt at a friendly smile. Then her smile faded, and she looked on past the horizon.

“Why are we here?”