|My grandmother’s venerable tube pan.|
Whether impelled by nostalgia or the artistic impulse, this week I cranked out a couple of swirl-related items: a couple of loaves of cinnamon swirl bread, and a lemon-matcha pound cake.
I had been asked to bring a cake to a break-fast meal hosted by our friends Barry and Malka. Break-fast, it should be pointed out, is not quite the same as breakfast: The latter is the first meal one takes in the morning, the former the meal one snarfs down at the conclusion of Yom Kippur after having abstained from food or drink for some 27-odd hours. Breakfast staples like cold cereal, grits, toast, eggs, and (especially!) bacon don’t make an appearance at the break-fast table. Typically, there will be an array of dairy and fish dishes... nothing too heavy... and, of course, desserts.
seen in a post at Joy the Baker, one of the Mistress of Sarcasm’s favorite sites.
I’m not sure what sold me on this cake, the mouth-watering photographs in Joy’s post or the idea of a pound cake containing matcha, Japanese powdered green tea. (I am, after all, a big fan of matcha as a food ingredient, having used it in several recipes.) Regardless of the why, the what turned out to be very satisfying, a fine coda to a delightful break-fast meal.
A slice of lemon-matcha marble pound cake awaits my eager fork. The only way to improve this stuff is to throw it in the toaster until it’s a golden brown, and then to apply a thick topcoat of sweet butter.
There were more swirlies. For some perverse reason, I took it into my head to bake up a couple of loaves of cinnamon-swirl bread. Regrettably enough, these turned out to be delectable... especially after I went and French-toastified one of the loaves.
There oughta be a law against bread that tastes this good...
...and if there were, making French toast out of it would be a hanging offense. Good Gawd.
One of the pleasant features of swirly, marbly cakes and breads is that every slice reveals a slightly different pattern of light and dark... a sort of culinary Rorschach test. Look - a snake! A bunny! A couple of goats, humping! Plus, you get to eat the slice after you’ve talked to your shrink.