Showing posts with label Bundilla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bundilla. Show all posts

Saturday, April 30, 2022

Weekend Cooking: Yet More Chocolate

Welcome to my third chocolate flavoured post for the week! I started with my Top Ten Tuesday post which featured 10 books with chocolatey titles and then yesterday I shared a vintage post for my go to brownie recipe.



The origins of this post came from a passage that I read in a rural fiction novel called Snowy Mountain Cattleman, second book in the Bundilla series by Australian author Alissa Callen. It doesn't really matter what type of book I am reading, I am always on the lookout for quotes about food, books or Christmas to share in one form or another over the course of the year.



A slim blonde gave him a smile from where she stood behind the coffee machine frothing milk. "The usual?"


That would be great, Beck. And one of your brownies."


Her smile grew. He knew how early she would have been up this morning baking, and he always bought somethign to go with his coffee. His sweet tooth was a running joke around town.


By now he'd almost reached Grace. He'd have a quick chat and then sit at a nearby table. She hadn't yet smiled. even though when they'd spoken on the phone her voice had been less reserved than  when they'd met. As he drew near she moved the stock of books on the tabletop to make room for him. He hoped his expression didn't convey his surprise or his hesitation.


As much as the thought of her leaving had set him on edge, the prospect of sitting across from her proved just as unsettling. Yesterday whenever near her he'd breathed in a subtle floral scent that reminded him of the honeysuckle that rambled over the Ashcroft stone garden wall. He might now be standing a body length away but he still could catch a delicate flower fragrance amongst the other coffee shop aromas.


In his peripheral vision he saw a pair of grey nomads seat themselves at the empty table he'd been planning to use. Even though this must have been why Grace had moved her books, his gaze met hers to double-check it was okay to join her.


After she'd gestured towards the seat opposite her, he sat, making sure his knee didn't bump hers in the tight space.


When she didn't break the silence, he initiated the small talk. "Bundy's out for the count."


"I'm sure he is."


I owe you an apology. I should have messaged last night to check how you were going and given you directions to my sister's."


Grace shook her head, the tip of her ponytail swinging over her shoulder. "No apology needed. I wasn't you to and I wouldn't have wanted to impose."


"I'll pick the ladder up as soon as I leave here."


"Thank you."


He smiled at Beck as she delivered his coffee and brownie.


Once he and Grace were alone he slid the plate into the centre of the table. He didn't classify the action as impulsive; he was used to sharing his food with Clancy and her best friend Breanna. For some reason they alays thought what he ordered looked better than what they'd chosen. "You're welcome to have some."


"Thanks." Instead of looking at the brownie she straightened her already tidy stack of books. "It's yours."


"I'm happy to share." He studied her, trying to work out what line he'd crossed to again make her feel wary. "My sister thinks that as part of her sibling entitlements what is mine is always hers."


As he'd hoped, the corners of Grace's mouth tilted. "I'm an only child. You eat your brownie."


He slid the plate back over to his side of the table. "Any food-hogging cousins?"


"No."


"So every Easter, Christmas and birthday you didn't have to hand over half of your chocolate?


"Not at all." The smile in her eyes made her irises appear more green than brown, but then the light ebbed. "My father liked anything with mint while my mother preferred dark chocolate."


Rowan noted the use of the past tense. His own grief surfaced and he worked hard to keep his expression from changing. "My father was a chocolate and nut fan while my mum only ate white chocolate.


When Grace didn't immediately reply, he knew she'd also noted his word choice. Her gaze searched his. Whatever she was looking for, she found, as the tense line of her shoulders lowered. "Was there anything you didn't have to share?"


"Salty liquorice."


She grimaced. "No wonder you had that all to yourself."


When it comes to chocolate I like most types, although dark chocolate is probably my least favourite. I love milk chocolate, white chocolate and mint chocolate but my husband doesn't like mint so that one is one I don't need to share with him when I buy it very occasionally. Another one I don't have to share is the milk chocolate with pineapple filling which I love, but he doesn't, although I do hide that one from my son.



I am making something chocolatey this weekend. I will be making Chocolate Sour Cream Cake. As I mentioned before I prefer milk chocolate, so I will use that in the ganache.



Thinking about making this recipe prompted me to buy a new bundt tin. The only problem is that the bundt tin I bought was a bit smaller than I expected, which explains why it was a good price (oops!). So now I am going to have to find a recipe for a 6 cup capacity cake tin rather than the bigger recipes I have now!




Chocolate Sour Cream Cake


For the cake


1 cup (250ml) sour cream
1/3 cup (80ml) water
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 ½ cups (225g) plain flour
¾ cup (95g) unsweetened cocoa powder
1 ½ tsp baking powder
¾ tsp bicarb soda
Pinch of salt
230g unsalted butter, softened
1 1/3 cups (295g) firmly packed brown sugar
3 large eggs

For the Ganache

200g dark cooking chocolate, chopped
¾ cup (180ml) sour cream
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tsp instant coffee (optional)
1 tbsp glucose syrup - optional


For the cake


Preheat oven to 180°C (fan forced). Grease a 2.4L bundt tin with butter and dust the inside with cocoa, tapping out any excess. Don’t use baking spray on bundt tins or cake will stick.


Combine sour cream, water and vanilla in a jug, mix well. Combine flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Set aside.


Using a stand mixer or electric beaters, cream butter and sugar for 5 minutes until pale and creamy. Beat in eggs one at a time, mixing well in between.


Add half of flour mixture to butter mixture, mix well then add half of sour cream mixture, mixing in between. Repeat with remaining mixture and mix until well combined.


Transfer batter to prepared tin, and tap the tin firmly on benchtop a few times to remove any air bubbles. Bake for 40-55 minutes until an inserted skewer comes out clean. Once cooked, allow to cool in tin for 10 minutes before inverting onto a wire rack to cool completely.

For the ganache


Place chopped chocolate into a small, heat proof bowl, set aside. Melt sour cream in a small saucepan over medium heat until just simmering. Remove from heat and pour over chocolate. Allow to sit for 3-4 minutes, then add vanilla, instant coffee (optional) and mix well until a smooth glossy ganache is achieved.


Allow to cool slightly before drizzling over bundt cake. This will ensure you achieve nice ganache drips that hold their shape.



If your ganache splits add in the glucose syrup to bring it back together

What's your favourite chocolate?



Weekly meals


Saturday - Engagement party
Sunday - Zucchini and mushroom risotto
Monday - Takeaway
Tuesday - Stockman's pie with vegies
Wednesday - Out for dinner
Thursday - Beef stew with rice
Friday - Out for dinner





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Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Snowy Mountains Daughter by Alissa Callen

Recently on Twitter, Wendy from The Super Librarian made an observation about attempting to buy a Kindle book only to have Amazon tell you that you already own it. My response was that always prompts me to think I really should read that book, which is the same thing I will think when I try to buy the book again in 6 months. Alissa Callen is one of those authors for me. I own several of her books, and I have tried to buy them again several times, and yet, I have never actually read one.  Based on this book, what a mistake that is!

When I heard that her latest book, Snowy Mountains Daughter, is the first in a series, I was determined to get in right from the beginning of the series, and boy, I am glad I did. In addition to the central story, which I will get to in a minute, we have been introduced to many of the characters who will form the central stories in coming books. There's a lot to look forward to.

Clancy Parker was born and bred in Bundilla. Whilst her adventurous (and accident prone) brother is off adventuring in the UK, Clancy has no desire to leave her home. Besides, she has a farm to look after including fields full of peonies to harvest, as long as the weather holds out. She has good friends, she loves the landscape and the lifestyle. Her life is complete. Well, except for the fact that the one man she has ever wanted is distant, both emotionally and physically.

Heath MacBride left town ten years previously after a savage fight with his father, who basically told him to never come back, and especially to leave Clancy Parker along.  He has, however, returned to Bundilla to complete a commission in the town he grew up in. He is going to paint the town's water tower, and then he is going to leave town. It's a good plan. If only there wasn't clearly something not quite right with his parents, and then there is his irresistible pull towards Clancy. If he can keep his feelings under control and not show her any glimpse of how he feels then he can be on his way to the next artistic commission. His father made it clear that he can't be both a farmer and an artist and so there can be no future here.


As Clancy and Heath danced around each other, I find myself hoping that they would just have a conversation, so I was definitely cheering when they finally started to be honest with themselves and each other. Heath did seem particularly reticent emotionally, which I get given his background. 



One of the key "characters" in the book is Bundy, the kelpie dog that goes wherever he wants in the town, spending a day or two with one person then wandering off to spend another day or two with someone else as he sees fit and even interacting with some of the kids as a kind of therapy dog. He isn't the only animal to come to life on the pages too.



I really loved that Heath was coming home to paint the water tower. We have a real penchant for painted silos/water towers, and have shared several photos over the years of examples of this type of art. We have travelled all over Victoria looking for them. I think that we have 5 or so left to visit, which we will at some point. Here are a couple more examples or click on this link to see lots of my favourites





At some point we will go and take a closer look at the one that is only 10 minutes from home.



The descriptions of the scenery also bought back memories of our recent trip to the Australian Alps. Whilst the fictional town of Bundilla is set in the Snowy Mountains in New South Wales, and we stayed on the Victorian side (because we weren't allowed to cross the border), I could see the mountains, and the landscape, and the occasional historic hut which is used by hikers for overnight stays.




I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and will be looking forward to the next books in the series. And in the mean time I can go back and read some of those otherbooks that I have sitting on my Kindle

Rating 4.5/5


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