Brooklyn Inspirations
I grew up out in the far reaches of Brooklyn, in a wonderful neighborhood
called Gerritsen Beach, near Sheepshead Bay. We lived catty-corner to my
grandma's house, where my mom had grown up. My dad, a Brooklyn
firefighter, grew up in the same neighborhood. It was a safe place to be, a
spit of quiet blocks bounded on two sides by Plum Beach Channel, which
flowed into Raritan Bay, and on the other by the Brooklyn peninsula. Gaggles
of kids played and ran around like street rats, unsupervised, moving freely in
and out of the unlocked houses of friends and relatives. We knew the first
and last names of everyone in every family. Communication between parents
and kids was through the screens of open windows, not cell phones. Even
when we were little, we were allowed to cross the quiet street by ourselves,
but if we wanted to cross busy Gerritsen Avenue, where Victoria's Pizzeria
and Genal's Toy Store were, we had to shout for an adult.
Our house was a two-story clapboard that sat on two lots. On the second lot,
my dad built a deck and put in an above-ground pool that was the envy of the
neighborhood. I shared a bedroom, and a birthday, with my older sister,
Terry, and eventually we shared the same bedroom with two more sisters,
Laurie and Lynne.
As in most of the Irish families on our block, meat was the focal point of our
meals, and my father ruled the grill. My mom did not like to cook, and our
vegetables always came out of a can. But we did sit down to a family dinner
every night at a table where manners were of the utmost importance.
When we were little, if we were good, we got to help set the table. Putting out
the salt and pepper shakers was what I liked to do best, until I became old
enough to prepare my parents' after-dinner Chock Full o'Nuts instant coffee.
This was the moment I lived for each night. I memorized how each of them
liked their coffee (my first recipe!), and, using a special red measure, I
carefully measured one and a half spoonfuls for Dad, 1 spoon for Mom. I
crushed the instant powder with the back of the spoon (my own special
technique), before pouring in the boiling water and then put cream in Dad's
cup but left Mom's black.
If there is any foreshadowing of my destiny as a pastry chef, the coffee ritual
was it. I have almost no memory of homemade desserts — since my mother
didn't bake. We rarely even had dessert, other than store-bought cookies. On
special occasions, we were treated to cookies from Leon's Bakery and
birthday cakes from Leon's or from the faraway Ebinger's Bakery, in another
Brooklyn neighborhood. We loved to go to our local Carvel's for ice cream,
where we ate chocolate-dipped cones, and on special occasions pistachio
floats and wet walnut sundaes. On summer evenings, the only thing that
could get us out of the swimming pool was the sound of Mr. Minkie's Good
Humor cart, with its bells clanging or the promise of a lemon ice (page 000)
from Victoria's Pizzeria. I remember the sweets from my childhood so vividly
that today I re-create many of them in grown-up versions, like the rainbow
cookies that always go out on my Spago cookie plate.
When I was four and my sister six, we got a Susie Homemaker oven for our
birthday. It was a miniature oven, equipped with baking trays and a book of
recipes, that actually worked. You would be wrong to assume that this
marvelous toy marked the beginning of my career. Because I was the
younger sister, I was relegated to the task of assistant (call that dishwasher).
My older sister was in charge, and because Terry loved peanut butter,
everything she chose to bake had a secret ingredient — peanut butter. I was
certainly a frustrated baker at an early age, though not a baker. However, I
always did like mixing things up. In fact, by the time I was eight, I was
begging my parents not for a Barbie doll, but for a Sears chemistry set for
Christmas
When I look back on all the jobs I had as a teenager in Brooklyn, I can see
that my professional training began long before I knew what I was being
trained for. In high school, I worked part-time as a dental assistant. I was
trained on the spot to use dental tools; to be spotlessly clean and organized;
and to do things in a precise way. Dr. Landesman's office was a quiet place,
where I had to concentrate at all times. On my days off, I sold hamburgers at
McDonald's. The manager said they looked for not-too-tall girls with pretty
smiles, and apparently I fit the bill. McDonald's was the polar opposite of the
dentist's office — loud, bustling, and filled with people of all nationalities, not
just the Irish and Italians I grew up with. And yet the same degree of
importance was placed on precision and on systems, from making French
fries to tying up a garbage bag.
I loved to draw in high school (indeed, I demonstrated a larcenous talent for
making fake bus passes that looked so authentic that they were accepted),
and my teachers said that I should apply for an art scholarship. I had my
heart set on fashion school, but my mother was not one to have a "starving
artist" in the family. She wanted me to have a skill that would assure some
kind of employment, and she made sure I took secretarial classes like steno
and Dictaphone, along with Typing I and II.
After high school, I got a job as a receptionist in the grants department of
Downstate Medical Center in Brooklyn. After five years, I had become a
research grants associate, with my own office (baby blue with a royal blue
swivel chair) and a hefty salary. I might have stayed at the medical center,
not particularly happy in that world, but unwilling to give up a good job, had a
car not barreled into me one day when I was driving home from work. I landed
in the hospital for a month, in traction, which provided me with a lot of time for
reflection.
While I'd been drifting along in my workaday world, I realized that I had
developed a burning passion — a love of baking. I regularly sent cookies
along with our grant applications awaiting signatures. I was forever fiddling
around with recipes. By the time I got out of traction, I decided to resign my
position. For the first time in my life, I had a plan. And thanks to a fat
settlement check from the insurance agency, I had the means to carry it out.
I enrolled in New York City Technical College, at the bottom of the Brooklyn
Bridge, on the Brooklyn side.
Chocolate-Dipped Frozen Custard Cones
Makes 8 cones
On the boardwalk in Atlantic City, we ate frozen custard cones dipped in
chocolate. I used to love to watch the ice cream man dip the cones, one after
another. Frozen custard looks like soft serve ice cream, but it has more
body. Made with egg yolks, milk and a small amount of cream, this one has
a dense, rich taste and a satiny texture.
2 cups milk
1/2 cup heavy cream
4 large egg yolks
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 to 3 tablespoons honey (to taste), preferably a mild honey like clover
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
For the chocolate dip
8 ounces bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1. Prepare an ice bath: Fill a large bowl halfway with ice, add a little water,
and nestle a medium bowl inside the ice. Place a xx-quart container in the
freezer.
2. In a medium nonreactive saucepan, combine the milk and honey. Place
the pan over medium heat and bring it to a simmer; do not boil.
3. Meanwhile, whisk together the egg yolks and sugar in a medium bowl.
Remove the hot milk from the heat and slowly add 1/2 cup of the milk into the
egg yolks, whisking constantly. Once the milk is incorporated into the egg
yolks, and the eggs are warmed (tempered), pour the mixture back into the
hot milk, whisking constantly; use a rubber spatula to scrape all the eggs
into the pan.
4. Place the pan back over low heat, insert a candy thermometer or an
instant-read thermometer, and immediately begin stirring the custard sauce
with a heat-resistant rubber spatula. Stir in figure eights, all around the edge
of the pan and into the center until the consistency is like thick cream; the
temperature should reach 180ºF. To test for readiness with the spatula, dip it
into the sauce, pull it out, and run your finger across the back of the
spatula — your finger should leave a clear trail.
5. Immediately remove the pan from the heat and strain the custard into the
bowl in the ice bath. Stir in the salt. Stir the sauce occasionally for 5 to 10
minutes to cool evenly, until the temperature drops to 40ºF. The sauce will
become thicker as it cools. Cover tightly and place in the refrigerator to chill.
(The sauce can be made a day in advance.)
6. Stir the heavy cream and vanilla extract into the cold custard, and freeze in
an ice cream maker following the manufacturer's instructions. Transfer to the
chilled container and place in the freezer for at least 2 hours to firm.
7. Make the chocolate dip: Shortly before serving, combine the chocolate
with the vegetable oil in a microwave-proof bowl and melt at 50 percent power
or melt in a heatproof bowl set over simmering water in the double boiler. Stir
until the mixture is smooth. Remove from the heat and cool to 80º F. The
chocolate will still be runny.
8. At least 2 hours before serving, scoop the frozen custard into cones. Hold
in the freezer. Just before serving, dip into the chocolate and serve
immediately.
Note: If you have leftover chocolate dip, keep it refrigerated. Reheat in the
microwave at 50 percent power or in a double boiler when you want chocolate
sauce for ice cream.
Zeppoli
Makes about 24 zeppoli, serving 6 to 8
Zeppoli are Italian donuts. Brooklyn has a different Italian festival every
weekend in the summer. At the San Gennaro Festival, vats of bubbling oil are
everywhere, filled with fleets of floating batter for zeppoli. Vendors fill paper
bags with the warm zeppoli, then dust them with confectioners' sugar and
shake the bags to coat. When I became a pastry chef I developed my own
grown-up version, made with ricotta and milk. The tasty zeppoli are very
tender.
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons sugar
2 large eggs
2 cups ricotta
1 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1 teaspoon grated lemon zest
Vegetable oil for deep-frying
3/4 cup confectioners' sugar
6 paper lunch bags
1. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt to
combine well (you can also sift the ingredients into the bowl).
2. Combine the sugar and eggs in another medium bowl and whisk until
smooth. Add the ricotta and whisk to combine well. Add the milk, vanilla,
nutmeg, and lemon zest and combine well. Whisk in the flour. Combine well.
(The batter can be made up to 4 hours ahead.) Cover the batter tightly with
plastic and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes or longer.
3. In a wide deep pot fitted with a deep-fry thermometer, heat the oil over
medium-high heat to 350ºF; or heat the oil in a deep fryer. Set a wire rack
over a baking sheet. Carefully spoon tablespoonfuls of the batter into the hot
oil in batches. Cook 2 to 2 1/2 minutes, flipping over every 30 seconds, until
golden brown on both sides and puffed. Using a mesh skimmer or a slotted
spoon, remove the zeppoli from the oil and drain on the rack.
4. Divide the zeppoli among the 6 to 8 paper lunch bags. Add 2 tablespoons
confectioners' sugar to each bag, close up the top, and shake to coat the
zeppoli. Serve hot.
No-Bake Cheesecake
Makes 24 mini cheesecakes
My mom had some decidedly unusual techniques in the kitchen. Up there
with the wackiest of them was warming opened cans of vegetables on a
cookie sheet in the oven. She figured, "Why dirty a pot if I don't have to?" I
called it Popeye cooking. We would run downstairs to the pantry every night
before dinner to collect that evening's canned vegetables. Green beans were
a regular (though they were more often brown by the time Mom got through
with them), and creamed corn was our favorite. By now you're probably
wondering why I'm prefacing a recipe for cheesecake with a story about
heating cans of vegetables in the oven. It's because of what happened the
time Mom and I were making no-bake cheesecake for Thanksgiving.
Mom told Dad to put the cans of vegetables into the oven, which he dutifully
did. The only problem was, no one had opened the cans. Forty-five minutes
later, the oven door burst open and out flew a can of creamed corn, heading
straight for the plate-glass sliding door. It flew past Grandma and the
crudités, barely missing Mom and me and the cheesecakes. The
cheesecakes were unharmed. Mom used whole vanilla wafers for this, but I've
refined her recipe by making the little crusts out of vanilla cookie crumbs.
12 vanilla wafer cookies
8 ounces cream cheese, at room temperature
1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons sour cream
2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
12 strawberries, halved or quartered (depending on the size)
1. Pulse the cookies in a food processor until you have crumbs. Line the
cups of two mini muffin pans with paper liners and spoon a layer of cookie
crumbs into the bottom of each.
2. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, or in a large
bowl with an electric hand mixer, beat the cream cheese and sugar at
medium speed until smooth, about 3 minutes. On low speed, beat in the sour
cream and lemon juice until well combined, about 1 minute. Scrape down the
sides of the bowl.
3. Spoon or pipe the filling into the cups. Refrigerate for 2 to 4 hours, or
overnight.
4. Before serving, top each cheesecake with a strawberry piece or two.
Macadamia Nut Baklava
Makes one 12-x-17-inch pan
This macadamia nut version of baklava is always on the menu at Chinois on
Main. Working with phyllo dough can be laborious. The sheets sometimes
tear, they can easily dry out once you've separated them, and I find it
frustrating at best when I have to pull them all apart and then restack them to
make baklava. So I've figured out an easier, more logical way to do it. Here's
the trick: after unrolling the dough from the package, I fold the stack in half
like a book and place it on a large sheet of parchment, with the seam in the
center of the parchment. I begin to "read" the book by turning the pages,
buttering each one after I turn it and sprinkling on the nut filling at intervals.
For the baklava
3 cups (14 ounces) finely chopped macademia nuts (or your favorite nuts)
1/2 cup sugar
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
1 16-ounce package phyllo dough
12 ounces (3 sticks) unsalted butter, melted
For the syrup
3 cups sugar
2 cups water
1/2 cup honey
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Pinch of salt
1. Make the baklava: Place a rack in the middle of the oven and preheat the
oven to 350ºF. Brush a 12-x-17-inch half sheet pan with butter.
2. Combine the chopped nuts, sugar, cinnamon, and ground cloves. Divide
into 6 equal portions.
3. Assemble the baklava: Take the phyllo dough out of its package and open
out the roll on a large sheet of parchment, so that a long side of the dough is
toward you. Then fold the entire roll in half, folding the left side of the dough
over the right, so it looks like a book, with the spine in the middle of the
parchment. Starting with the top "page" of dough, turn over 7 pages, brushing
each page with melted butter as you go. After brushing the seventh page,
cover it with one sixth of the nut mixture. Turn 3 more pages, brushing each
sheet with butter and pressing down firmly over the nut mixture. Cover the
third page with another sixth of the nut mixture. Turn 7 more pages of dough,
brushing each sheet with butter and pressing firmly down over the nut
mixture. Top with another portion of the nuts. Continue to turn pages of
dough, brushing each one with butter, until the dough is opened out flat, with
one side filled and the other unfilled. Brush the top left-hand sheet of dough,
top this page with a portion of the nut mixture, and begin to "close the book":
turn 7 more pages, brushing each page with butter, and then top with a
portion of nuts. Turn 7 more pages, brushing each page with butter, press
down firmly, and top with the remaining portion of nuts. Turn the remaining
pages of the book, brushing each with butter, until you have finished "reading"
the book and it's closed. Lift the parchment paper, with the baklava, onto the
half sheet pan, and cut away any paper that hangs over the edges of the tray.
4. Starting 2 inches in from a corner, make diagonal cuts in the baklava with
a sharp knife or offset serrated knife, 2 inches apart, making sure you cut
down all the way through the bottom of the baklava. Turn the pan and make
diagonal cuts in the baklava, again 2 inches apart, to make diamonds. Place
in the oven and bake for 45 minutes to an hour, until crispy and golden brown.
5. Meanwhile, make the syrup: In a medium saucepan, combine the sugar,
water, honey, lemon juice, and salt and bring to a boil over medium heat.
Reduce the heat and simmer until the syrup reaches 225ºF. Remove from the
heat.
6. When the baklava is ready, remove from the oven. Pour the warm syrup all
over the baklava. Serve hot, warm, or room temperature. Store the baklava at
room temperature airtight for up to 5 days.
Rhubarb, Apple, and Fennel Crumble
Serves 6
Mike Cirrone, of See Canyon Ranch in the San Luis Obispo Valley, sells
Jonagold apples as well as Braeburns, Fujis, Granny Smiths, and Pink
Ladies at the Beverly Hills Farmers' Market, and I use them for everything
from crumbles to pies and tarte Tatins. I love to combine fresh fennel with
apples. The fennel contributes a licorice flavor, crunch, and spice to the
crumble, and grating the two on a box grater makes for a tender, melt-in-your-
mouth texture.
At the restaurant we always bake our crumble toppings separately, then
bake the filling, sprinkle the crumble over the top, and heat through just
before serving.
For the filling
1/3 cup sugar
1/4 cup light brown sugar
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 vanilla bean, split, seeds scraped out and reserved (optional)
1/4 teaspoon ground star anise
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 pound rhubarb, peeled and sliced 1/2 inch thick (3 cups sliced)
1 1/2 pounds (3 or 4) Braeburn or Fuji apples, peeled, cored, and grated on
the large holes of a box grater
1 8-ounce fennel bulb, quartered, cored, thinly sliced, and grated on the large
holes of a box grater
1/2 cup apple juice
For the crumble topping
3/4 cup confectioners' sugar
1/4 cup light brown sugar
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup instant oatmeal
4 ounces (1 stick) cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
Vanilla ice cream or crème fraîche for serving
1. Make the filling: In a large skillet over medium heat, combine the sugar,
brown sugar, flour, vanilla bean seeds, ground star anise, and salt and stir
together. Add the remaining ingredients and heat, stirring occasionally, until
the apples, fennel, and rhubarb are tender and the mixture is bubbling and
slightly thickened, about 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
2. Make the topping: Combine the confectioners' sugar, brown sugar, salt,
nutmeg, flour, and oatmeal in a food processor or a medium bowl and pulse
or whisk together. Add the butter and pulse until the mixture is crumbly, or
rub between your thumbs and fingers until the mixture is crumbly, pressing
any larger clumps between your thumbs and forefingers. Refrigerate until
ready to use.
3. Place the rack in the middle of the oven and preheat the oven to 350ºF.
Butter and sugar a 10-inch ceramic pie dish or a 2-quart baking dish and
coat/sprinkle with sugar.
4. Fill with the apple-rhubarb mixture. Top with the crumble topping. Bake for
35 to 45 minutes, until browned and bubbling, turning the dish halfway
through. Serve hot, with vanilla ice cream.
Sherry's Secrets
Bake the topping and filling separately—that way, the topping will always be
crisp.
Follow steps 1 and 2 as directed, and preheat the oven to 350°F. Place the
crumble topping on a sheet pan and bake for 30 minutes, or until browned
and crisp. Remove from the heat and allow to cool. Store in the freezer if not
using right away.
Fill the buttered and sugared baking dish with the rhubarb-apple mixture.
Place in the 350°F oven and bake until bubbling, about 30 to 40 minutes. Top
with the baked topping and heat through, or run very quickly under the broiler.
Continues...
Excerpted from Desserts by the Yardby Sherry Yard Copyright © 2007 by Sherry Yard. Excerpted by permission.
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