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We had this beautifully rich cake every Christmas morning at my grandma’s house on the Canadian prairies. While she and my grandpa made a cozy life here in Winnipeg, Manitoba, she always longed for her hometown of Truro, Nova Scotia. This pound cake brims with ruby red glacé cherries and (a whole lotta) butter, giving it a delightful sunny yellow colour. From my research, it seems than in many places on the east coast of Canada, this type of white cherry cake often replaces the spicier, darker traditional fruitcake around Christmas time. Funnily enough, even though the recipe was from my grandma’s side of the family, every year my grandpa dutifully rolled up his sleeves and made it for us. Not sure if that was his love of baking or his love of her and wanting her to feel at home, though she was so far away from Truro. Maybe a bit of both ;)
GLOBAL CUISINE: I love to bake but I was always intimidated by cream puffs. Turns out they’re one of the easiest pastries ever! ...& so versatile! Make mini savory ones for appetizers or cream filled ones for dessert. Either way they always get a lot of OOOH-La-Las!
Favorite Food Memories: My mom and I would make pies from scratch during the holidays. Making a pie was such a memorable activity for me being a creative child. Getting to make a mess with my hands in the kitchen and creating a yummy desert was just fantastic! I have fond memories of my mom teaching me her recipe. Even though I ended up being more of a cook than a baker, making pies is something I feel confident baking thanks to my Mom.
Fave Memory: Once my husband and me were planning to go out and have a happy hour drink after his work. However, he came home and brought full box of French desserts, so we decided to stay home instead and have some beer with éclairs and petits fours. It was one of the best happy hours that we ever had!
Fave Memory: I remember when I was sick, my dad, who could work from home, would stay with me and prepare me a special breakfast – my favorite fruit muffins! He brought them to my room while I was cuddling in the bed with my beloved stuffed elephant.
Fave Recipe Submission: I grew up in Jakarta, Indonesia. Back then, Donuts were such a luxury to have. Since flour is an expensive ingredient, and a lot of homes don’t really have oven to bake. We use different methods to make our dessert and pastries (steaming or frying are very common method). The memory that I have of this one particular potato donut was that it was so fluffy, soft, and yummy. My mom was a working mom, she rarely cook. The only times she would step into the kitchen was when her curiosity is stronger than her skills. She got a potato donut recipe from a famous bakery. A strong willed person that she is, she was determined to perfect this recipe. We first, boil the potatoes, mashed them, mix it with other ingredients, and form a dough, and fry them. Let it cool and decorate them. I remembered months passed and my mom kept finding things that were wrong with the technique, and we were her guinea pig. We ate potato donuts almost every week. It was like heaven for me, and my mom finally decided that she found her very best way to cook the donut, so fluffy and so soft. And she did this for another few tries, and then one day she decided that she did it. She has perfected her technique and conquered her curiosity and she stopped making them. Until today, I crave for that potato donuts as to personal level, it reminded me of my mom’s curiosity that was like a strong wave, she was so determined perfecting her potato donut recipe. And she did it. And then next was the making soy milk from raw soybean.
Occasionally Dad would have to work out of town for the weekend. Since he didn't consider pizza a "proper" meal, the first thing that my mom, sister, and I would do is get a pizza from Genii's. Then we'd bake and decorate cupcakes all night long while listening to music (Mom loved disco!) and dancing in the kitchen.