Welcome to week #3 of the challenge, as I cook recipes from the 1929 book. I am beginning to think things were very different back then, in taste and texture…… or maybe it is just my baking.

 

 

This week I am attempting to make individual coffee cakes. I say ‘attempting’ because, no matter how many times I read the recipe first, it doesn’t seem to help. Maybe you’ll do better.

 

 

I gathered what I thought were all the ingredients together, so I could take the pic. I was wondering why there were no eggs in the recipe. It turns out there are – they had hidden them under the guise of ‘two eggs’.  (Okay, as I was rereading this, I just noticed it said one egg and I put in two!) I also forgot the confectioner’s sugar.

 

 

I mixed all the dry ingredients together in a bowl, then added the shortening. So far, so good.

 

 

Next I beat the eggs (my favorite part – relieves stress).

 

 

Added in the milk, beat a little more……

 

 

Added the liquid ingredients into the dry, and mixed until it formed a soft dough.

 

 

I put it onto a lightly floured piece of wax paper and flattened it out a bit, so I could cut it into six equal pieces.

 

 

Well, they were supposed to be equal…….

 

 

Now here is where I should have paid closer attention. I flattened and stretched out each piece and cut it in half.

 

 

Brushed each half with melted butter……

 

 

Folded the half onto itself…..

 

 

And started twisting it into the cresent shape. It was really hard to twist such a small piece. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to cut it in half. I thought the recipe made twelve coffee cakes. Really, really small cakes. I guess it would have been much easier if I paid attention to the recipe, especially the part where it said makes six.

 

 

They are not looking like any crescents you would find at a store.

 

 

All twelve are ready to be sprinkled with chopped nuts and put in the oven. I brushed them with a little more butter, just so the nuts would stick.

 

 

All sprinkled and ready to bake. I didn’t put nuts on a few, because I know Jon prefers without. Now this is in the “But I knew better” department – baking them at 450 degrees for 20 minutes is going to leave me with burnt nuts…. which it did.

 

 

All baked, burnt nuts and all, and ready to ice with the confectioner’s sugar and water mixture.

 

 

Now here is what mine looked like……

 

 
And this is what the looked like back in 1929. Jon said to me, “That photo of them looks great! They came out so perfect.” This was the pic he was looking at. :-)

 

 
Here are my thoughts, when I was starving – “These are good.” Here are my thoughts after I ate a few – “Why did I eat those?”

 
I am not sure how much my screw-ups contributed, so I can’t really blame the recipe. It certainly isn’t close to what we think of as a coffee cake today. There is very little sugar in these recipes, much different from the cups of sugar called for in most of today’s recipes. To me, it seems much more like a biscuit than a cake. If you are looking for a sweet piece of cake, this is not the recipe for you. If you are after something to go with a cup of coffee, it wouldn’t be the worst thing you could choose. I know, not a ringing endorsement…… but at least the squirrels wouldn’t bring these back. Until next time…..

 
 

 

Hi!  I’m Jokin’ Jonny Moocow!  My day job is as a heffer inseminator, but in order to bring in a little extra hay, I’ve taken this second job as a FOOD CRITIC!

Although I will not review any dishes that contain beef.  Conflict of Interest. But really, how hard can it be?  I like to eat!

Marcy tossed the uneaten scones out the back door, and so it was a race between me and the chipmunks to see who could get to them first.  The chipmunks are way faster than me, but the threat of them getting trampled by a cow and the annoying high-pitched peal of my cowbell made them scamper away after getting only a couple.  Apparently they were not going to actually eat them anyway, they planned to stuff them into their burrows to serve as insulation.   Well, take my word for it: if I find them, I’m gonna dig them up and eat them.  Stupid chipmunks…

Of the ones I DID get, I liked them. While lacking the tubular fibrous goodness I get from hay, the chocolate was a nice sweet addition I usually only get from sneaking into Marcy’s garden and stealing sugar beets. I could have used a few more.  I’d need about 600 to fill me up.  I’m just sayin’….

Marcy’s scones earn three COWS OF APPROVAL.  Although I have no real idea what that means.  Three out of what?  I have no idea….  I’m a cow, folks.  I weigh about half a ton and my brain is the size of a walnut. Gimme a break…

As Rodent Bedding, the chipmunks gave Marcy’s Scone’s 5 Munks.  Which I think means that they did a good job of keeping out the drafts:

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So after a few days, it turns out the biscuits were too dry cough, cough for me to eat. Jon suggested writing ‘NHL’ on each one. Trying to do a good thing, I put them out in the backyard. I figured the wildlife could use some extra food during the long winter.


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Well, it turns out the squirrels in the neighborhood can be very cruel heartless SUPER MEAN. When I came home, this is what I found by my front door.





I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. AJ, the dog, didn’t want them either. He said his dental plan wasn’t good enough to cover the damage. Wise ass.

Tomorrow’s baking challenge will be scones. I’ll see ya back here then. :-)