By eddybles
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My class produced obscene amounts of baked goods during the baking module of culinary school. Croissants, tarts, cookies, brownies, bread, frangipane, creme anglaise, custard, fleurons, paillettes, sacristains, palmiers, pretzels, bagels, brioche, truffles, pies, cakes. On and on it went, each day flowing into the next on a buzzing river of sugar, yeast, flour, eggs and butter. As we kneaded, pounded, rolled and tempered our way to pastry enlightenment, I became accustomed to the flecks of flour framing my brow line, my fingernails encrusted in dough and the comforting yeasty aroma of rising bread loaves. Certainly there were a few failures, my first attempt at laminate dough comes to mind, but for me, and I suspect a few others in my class, (who felt more confident around veal stock than a rolling pin), it was deeply satisfying to overcome my baking anxiety and leave class each day with a cake box of decadent goodies tucked under my arm. The only problem was there was never just one cake box to take home. Instead, each of us walked away with a dizzying tower of boxes overflowing with the results of our painstaking effort. And effort was the problem. We gathered at the end of each day to discuss our successes and failures around tables overflowing with golden brioche, cakes dressed in gleaming ganache and dozens of fruit tarts. The long road we traveled to produce a single successful croissant, knob of caramel or sheet of puff pastry was often littered with frustration and failure. Therefore, every success was heard-earned, making the pies, muffins and quarts of homemade ice cream too valuable to leave behind. After I graduated, I baked at home. While the volume was nowhere near the culinary school heyday, it was enough to appease his co-workers. One of their favorites was this simple peanut butter brownie recipe. I hadn't made it for several months when I received an email last week from his boss kindly requesting a batch. I imagined the poor guy holed up in his office, slumped over a computer, ten hours into his fourteen hour day thinking, if I just had a peanut butter brownie I could make it to the thirteenth hour. With that bit of motivation, I whipped up a batch in less than half an hour. Chewy, moist and satisfying, they're just the thing to get you through your own thirteenth hour.
Comments
welch said
on 6/4/2008 5~stars
mint said
on 5/31/2008 the brownies sound good. gotta try these.!!!
eddybles said
on 5/30/2008 Thanks so much Amanda!
amandaford said
on 5/30/2008 Great story. The brownies sound amazing.