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Valentine's Day

To quotate my favourite film:

‘-Sometimes I’m thinking, is love actually possible in life? Does it actually exists?

-Love?

-Yes, love. Is it actually possible to happen?

– Well, they show love quite often on TV…Like some people are in love or talk…

– Yes, I’m thinking in real life it’s actually not possible…’

Don’t try to remember which film is it from. If you are not Polish, you wouldn’t know. You can see the clip here though.

I don’t have a single romantic bone in my body. I was lucky to be brought up during communism where people didn’t believe in frills like that. Parents also didn’t hug you or told you they loved you (hold on, surely not just my parents??)…

And Valentine’s Day…what is it all about that on one day you have to go over the top, roses are overpriced and you have only the right to celebrate it if you are in a relationship.

I say, it should be an occasion for single people to party wild and celebrate being with someone who understands them the most – themselves.

So, although I’m not a romantic, I love parties and gatherings of people I like, or love even…

And for that reason only, this year I’m baking and cooking for them.

valentine's day decorations

valentine's day decorations

The menu:

Asparagus and pea risotto

Chocolate cheescake

Tiramisu

asparagus and pea risotto

asparagus and pea risotto

The recipe for tiramisu you can find in dessert section in this blog, the only difference this time was that I made individual tiramisu for everyone.

tiramisu

tiramisu

tiramisu

tiramisu

The recipe for chocolate cheescake was adapted  from Cook Vegetarian.

Chocolate cheescake

For the base:

175g digestive biscuits

1 tbsp muscovado sugar

1 tbsp cocoa powder

75g butter melted

For the filling:

100g dark chocolate

50g butter

1 tbsp cocoa powder

1 tbsp dark rum (I use honey vodka)

3 medium free-range eggs

40g moscovado sugar

1tbsp flour

1/2 tbsp vanilla extract

250g vegetarian mascarpone cheese

fresh raspberries

1. Preheat oven to 180C. Crush the biscuits, sugar and cocoa powder in a food processor. Add melted butter and mix well. Press into the bottom of spring-form cake tin. Set aside.

2.To make the filling, place chocolate, butter, cocoa powder and rum into a bowl set over simmering water until everything has melted together and is smooth. Remove from the heat and cool slightly.

3. Meanwhile beat the eggs and sugar until smooth and brown. It might take 10 minutes.

4. Add the flour, vanilla and mascarpone and whisk briefly until incorporated. Add the chocolate mixture and blend to combine. Pour into the cake tin and bake for 40- 45 minutes. Cool and serve with raspberries.

chocolate cheescake

chocolate cheescake

Happy Valentine’s Day all single people!

chocolate cheescake

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About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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