Gâteau à l'Orange -Orange cake, Part I
Actually he made both cakes, one lemon and one orange. When you see the recipe, you'll understand what a piece of cake it really is.
Several years ago, I wrote an article on it for the Charleston Gazette. That original article is what follows.
Yesterday, after serving the sourest clémentines for dessert, I decided that the best way to finish up the remaining kg of them that I had (that's 2.2 lb!) was to double up the orange cake recipe. My in-laws were coming for coffee, picking up our daughter and taking her for a few days. Remember, my girlfriend (I mean blog mentor) was here with her two children (that's a total of 4 hungry, walking stomachs) plus us adults. Wanting to be the 'hostess with the mostess' I thought, "Hey great, I serve the cake with the coffee and take care of the children's sacred goûter" -afternoon snack.
While the coffee was brewing, I juiced all the clémentines; Alison zested the remaining orange (I kind of forgot the zesting of one clémentine so she had to resort to finding the least saddest shriveled up orange in the basket!). I pulled out my robot (food processor) and asked her to hit me with the flour... uh.. Houston we've got a problem.
No flour left.
Uhg. So I chuckd the idea of doing the cake with the coffee. (Of course they arrived literally 2 minutes later so it wasn't going to be one of those "hostess with the mostess" moments!)
No problem. We'll go to the store later and get some more flour.
A few hours later we set off for the store, small grocery list in hand. You know the kind your write on a post it and stick to your cart handle. It literally had 5 items listed on it. It was missing the flour. But Alison remembered and as I walked by the butter section, I hestitated. Do I need butter? No. I am fine on butter. Got a whole tub of it in the fridge. I moved on.
We got home, I pulled out the recipe and noticed I needed 2/3 stick of butter (130 g?). I looked at my tub of butter along with Alison and we decided that yes, I had approximately that much.
"Yeah, but I've juiced enough clémentines for THREE cakes!"
Fine. I'm tired. It's been a great weekend but I no longer feel like cooking. I feel like curling up on the couch under a blanket and read my book until I fall asleep. Tomorrow I have to work. All. Day.
The cake will have to wait. Now what do I do with all that juice?