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baking
big fl avors
hedy
goldsmith
ISBN 978-0-307-95177-9
eISBN 978-0-7704-3341-3
Printed in China
contents
Introduction 6
childhood treats 11
brownies, bites + bars 55
cookies + biscotti 79
custards, creams + puddings
pies, tarts + cakes 123
everything frozen 145
morning sweets 177
things that rock my world 199
shout outs 219
Index 220
103
introduction
Makes 1 pound
12 ounces bittersweet
chocolate, (preferably
Valrhona Carabe 66%),
chopped
3 cups freshly popped
popcorn (page 53)
cup salted peanuts
(preferably Virginia)
Pinch of kosher salt
peanut bark
popcorn +
childhood treats
25
smore
brownies
M a k e s 1 2 b r o w n i e s The very first brownie I baked came from a packaged mix.
I was six years old and couldnt wait to test out my Easy-Bake Oven. I carefully
followed the directions step-by-step. I read and reread each line over and over
again. I believed in the magic of that sixty-watt bulb that baked my brownie to fudgy
perfection. In some ways, Im still that six-year-old who believes anything is possible.
This brownie is proof that magic happens, especially when you combine chocolate
and homemade marshmallows and graham crackers.
8 ounces bittersweet
chocolate (preferably
Valrhona Carabe 66%),
chopped
cup (1 stick) unsalted
butter, cut into 6 pieces
cup sugar
cup all-purpose flour
teaspoon baking
powder
teaspoon kosher salt
2 extra-large eggs, at
room temperature
cup sour cream, at
room temperature
2 teaspoons vanilla bean
paste or pure vanilla
extract
1 cup graham cracker
pieces (preferably
homemade; see page
000)
8 large marshmallows
(preferably homemade;
see page 41)
cup semisweet or
bittersweet chocolate
chips (preferably
Valrhona)
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59
south philly
lemon ice
On the summer days when my mom was working, my
older brother, Steven, would take me to Max Meyers playground (my childhood
favorite) in Philly. The problem was, though, that he being a teenage boy and I, well,
just a little girl, he definitely wasnt interested in hanging out with me. So Steven
would buy me a lemon water ice, along with a soft, mustard-topped pretzel, and
then take off with his friends for hours.
Yum. I remember the tartness of the lemon ice and squeezing my cheeks and
lips together before I swallowed. Oh, and those little pieces of lemon rind! I dont
remember being scared of being alone, but I will never forget that flavor. It ended
up that being left alone was a delicious thing.
M a k e s a b o u t 1 q ua r t
cup sugar
1 tablespoon agave nectar
Pinch of kosher salt
1 cup fresh lemon juice
3 tablespoons finely
grated lemon zest
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