Friday will be
the last night I sleep in my studio—my home for the last four years. I’ll soon be shipping off to Boston’s
North End. But as I type this, I’m
currently in Beacon Hill penned in by boxes; stacks of old Gourmet magazines; and a dubious gang of bottles, each with about a
thumb’s worth of liquor.
There is leftover
Hiram Walker creme de cacao from a chocolate martini phase, when I had my first job as a café
manager and took to drinking sweet drinks served in martini glasses. Perhaps a way to usher me into adulthood, gently.
And rosso
vermouth from a make-your-own-Manhattan-at-home stage. An attempt to survive a
post-apocalyptic breakup.
Some Speyburn
single malt from the time in my life when I tried to like
scotch.
Dark rum courtesy
of the summer I spent teaching myself to use a charcoal grill. Fueled by enough Dark and Stormy cocktails
to quell the fear that I’d set my city patio on fire and singlehandedly burn
down Beacon Hill.
Plus a long,
thin-necked Galliano bottle that I took after raiding my grandmother’s
cellar. I quickly learned that I am,
perhaps, the only person still alive who likes the canary yellow digestif.
The stories these
bottles could tell.
But this is not
space for that. At least not
today. Today, today (!) I am going
to tell you about the last—and epic—party that was held on my eighteen by six
feet garden terrace, an outdoor space that I will miss very much.
A dear
friend—someone who knew me well before
the swift entrance into adulthood, neurotic grilling, and scotch—recently
became affianced to lad who tolerates me calling him JamBug. (Hi Theresa! Hi JamBug!) It
was quickly decided we needed to party the shit out of my patio, one last time.
So we did. On a Sunday night in early August. We set the patio aglow with small glass
votives; hung tea light-filled Ball jars from tree branches; and strung big bulbed
lights all over the place. The
space flickered like it was filled with fireflies.
And then eighteen
people were overserved. And fed.
With stuffed mushrooms, pickled shishito peppers, and Pimm’s No.1 cup cocktail cubes. Sumac deviled
eggs; pimento and cucumber tea sandwiches (crusts intact); and tomato, peach, burrata, basil salad.
Fed a beautiful
polenta artichoke tart, courtesy of a Maria Speck recipe. Fed two porchetta plus herbed potatoes courtesy of Dave Schneller. Essentially we stuffed ourselves. With pig-stuffed pig, mushroom-stuffed mushrooms,
egg-stuffed eggs … you get the idea.
Plus we had molasses and plum ice cream sandwiches. And Sam’s Cake pavlova.
Allow me to
explain Sam’s cake. Theresa’s
family has a restaurant. This
restaurant has a cake. A cake
named after her father, who used to make the dessert. Famously made the dessert. He passed away when Theresa and I were in high school. So we honored him and his yellow-caked legacy,
which also included a vanilla pudding-like component and berries.
To lighten it a
smidgen I substituted pavlova. Given
all the eating we were to do. A meringue with unsweetened whipped cream, plus pastry cream, and peaches, and
berries followed.
Simple. But a stunner. Light as a feather. Touched by Sam and graced by a ballet
dancer, as the pavlova story goes.
A hell of a way
to start a marriage. A hell of a way to end a party.
Sam’s Cake
Pavlova
Ingredients:
for the pavlova
Adapted from Smitten Kitchen
2 tsp white
vinegar
2 tsp vanilla
extract
1 tbsp cornstarch
2 cups superfine
(castor) sugar (see notes section)
8 egg whites
(reserve 4 yolks for the pastry cream)
pinch of salt
for the pastry cream
Adapted from
Tartine
2 cups whole milk
½ vanilla bean,
split, seeds scraped and pod reserved
¼ tsp salt
3 to 4 tbsp
cornstarch
½ cup + 1 tbsp
sugar
4 egg yolks
4 tbsp unsalted
butter
for the topping
1 pint heavy
cream
1 tsp orange
blossom water
2 small peaches
1 cup blueberries
1 cup raspberries
Instructions:
Start this at
least a day before you plan to serve it to make assembly much easier.
To make the
pavlova:
Set the oven at
250 degrees and place a rack in the center. Line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper and draw a 7-inch
diameter circle on each one.
In a small bowl,
mix the vinegar and vanilla extract.
In another small bowl, mix the cornstarch into the sugar.
In the bowl of a
stand mixer, whip the whites and salt on low, increasing the speed to medium,
until soft peaks form, and a trail from the whites becomes visible, and very tiny
bubbles form that are uniform in size (about 2 to 4 minutes).
Increase the
speed to medium high and slowly sprinkle in the sugar mixture. After about a minute, add in the
vinegar mixture. Increase the
speed and whip until glossy, stiff peaks form (about 5 minutes).
Spread half the
meringue to fit inside one of your circles on one of the prepared baking sheets,
smoothing it out and making sure the edges are higher than the middle. (You’ll need a well an inch or two deep
in the center to create a space for the pastry cream and fruit to go.) Repeat with the remaining meringue on the other sheet.
Bake both
meringues for 1 hour plus 15 to 30 minutes, or until the shells are dry and
cream-colored. (Look at the shells
around 60 to 70 minutes; you don’t want them to take on too much color, if they
are rotate the pans and drop the oven temperature about 25 degrees.)
When the outside
meringues are as described above and feel firm to the touch, turn the oven off
and leave the door ajar, leaving the meringues inside. (I used a fork to keep the oven propped
open.) Let the meringues cool
completely in the oven.
Peel the cooled
meringues off the parchment paper and store in an airtight container, or
wrap tightly with plastic wrap, until ready to use.
To make the
pastry cream:
Place a fine mesh
sieve over a large bowl.
In a medium
saucepan, place the milk, scraped vanilla bean seeds and pod, and salt, and
place over medium-high heat; stir occasionally, to prevent scorching, and bring
to just under a boil. Remove the
pod.
In a medium bowl,
whisk together the cornstarch and sugar. (3 tbsp will yield a slightly runnier
cream, while 4 tbsp will yield a firmer cream; I used 3 tbsp and thought it was a perfect counterpoint for the meringue.) Whisk in the yolks.
When the milk is
ready, slowly pour about 1/3 of the hot milk into the egg mixture, whisking
constantly. Pour a little more of
the hot milk into the egg mixture and whisk again. Repeat once or twice more, and then pour the egg mixture
into the remaining hot milk mixture and cook over medium heat, constantly
whisking, until the custard becomes as thick as lightly whipped cream, about 2
minutes (you’ll want to see a few slow bubbles to ensure the cornstarch cooks,
but do not allow the cream to fully boil or it may curdle.)
Remove the cream
from the heat and quickly pour it through your sieve into the bowl. Let cool for 10 minutes, stirring
occasionally to prevent a skin from forming. When the cream is about 140 degrees, whisk in the butter in
1 tbsp pieces. (Whisk until the
cream is smooth before adding the next piece.)
Cover the cream with
plastic wrap, pressing the wrap directly onto the top of the cream (to prevent
a skin forming). Refrigerate until
ready to use.
To make the
whipped cream:
In the bowl of a
stand mixer, whip the heavy cream until it becomes stiff and cloud-like; whip
in the orange blossom water for another few seconds. Cover and refrigerate
until ready to use.
To serve:
Slice the
peaches. Place each meringue onto
a serving dish.
Spoon pastry
cream into the center of each meringue until you deem fit (I spooned until it
started to gently run down the sides of the meringue). Scatter the peach slices and
blueberries equally between the two meringues. Divide the whipped cream evenly between the two and then toss the raspberries on top. Serve immediately.
(Alternatively—if
you are feeling brave—you could try stacking the two meringues, alternating the
pastry cream, fruit, and whipped cream.)
Serves 12 to 16
people
Notes:
-You could
probably cut the pastry cream in half; you’ll have a little extra if you don’t,
but I’ve never heard anyone complaining about leftover pastry cream. You can use it as a simple sauce with
fresh fruit, or to add to cakes and trifles.
-If you can’t
find superfine sugar, whirl granulated sugar in a food processor until it
becomes finely textured.