Chocolate Cake with a Raspberry Buttercream Frosting

Yesterday, Wayne and I celebrated my friend, Josephine's birthday out on a boat. It was actually pretty chilly yesterday (in the mid 60's with the possibility of rain), but it turned out to be a great day. There weren't a lot of boats out on Lake Union so we could navigate around the lake pretty well. Plus it was a ton of fun meeting new people, blasting music and enjoying the day!

Me and the b-day girl.

Gorgeous boat

Cute house boats - reminded me of Sleepless in Seattle!

Pretty South Lake Union

 

Ms. ducky watching us as we dock to get some Ivars.

Poor Wayne kept losing at the game we were playing. He was pretty torched by the end of the day.

Some of the boys jumped into the water too! I'm glad Wayne didn't jump in! It would have given me a heart-attack.

As you may be able to tell, it was a fun day. I'm really glad I got to meet some cool people. Anyways, today I decided to make Josephine a chocolate cake for her birthday. She was one of the first friends I made out here and one of the reasons I was drawn to her is because of her genuine nature. I've come to realize that my good friends all share this trait. They're good listeners, really funny or sarcastic, they can be blunt but are also very genuine about their emotions. Growing up, I often fell into the slot of being the listener. So, I've come to cherish the friends who can return the favor. They just listen and I value that.

So besides the fact that I am glad to have this friend out in the pacific northwest, the other part of me just really wanted to bake a cake for fun. A birthday is a pretty good excuse to go to town and bake a cake! Cakes are finicky - not as bad as pies though! I feel like you really need to watch the recipe and exactly measure the ingredients with a cake. (The boxed cake does not count!) The only time I extensively baked a cake was for Wayne's 25th birthday. It was hard not going to lie. But it did help at the time I had my roommates Kitchen-Aid Stand Mixer. 

It's hard to justify spending close to $300.00 on an appliance I won't use every day. Plus they take up a HUGE amount of counter space. Which to be honest, when you're living in a tiny apartment complex, you need all the storage and space possible. But they're so pretty! I love how they come in multiple colors. I like how it gives the option for people match the kitchenmaid mixer with their color scheme.

I LOVE red kitchen stuff. I have red dish towels, pot holders, red utensils and red dish drying pads...Red is known to be an invigorating, powerful, empowering and emotional color. Many food companies incorporate red (like McDonald's or KFC) to encourage eating and making quick decisions. Red has always been my favorite color growing up. I want red accents in my kitchen because it invokes energy, warmth, excitement and determination. All of those emotions pop up when I cook. I have the energy to cook because I enjoy it. There's excitement behind it because I try new recipes and learn new things. There's also determination because I want to create a yummy dish to actually eat. Then there is warmth because I enjoy sharing my food with people that enjoy it. So, my dream kitchen would have: light grey, red & white subway tile as the backslash with grey cabinets, a white farmhouse kitchen sink and either white quartz, light grey honed granite or a recycled counter top. 

 

I like the layout of the kitchen. How the table extends out of the kitchen island. I definitely would want a kitchen island in my dream kitchen. I like how I could use it for rolling out dough or using it as a table for other things like magazines or bills from the mail.

 

This is also a pretty light grey color for cabinets.

 

I like the grey cabinets and farm house sink in this photo... Okay, enough of dream kitchen porn.  I nabbed this recipe from The Vanilla Bean Blog. Sometimes people ask me where I find my recipes. I just poke around and make note of what inspires me. I think I stumbled upon The Vanilla Bean Blog from another person's post. Either way, I like her photography and the complexity yet simplicity of her recipes. Like she has recipes for mini-coconut cupcakes with a cardamom goat cheese frosting or a plum blueberry upside-down cake with cardamom. Both of those recipes are stemmed from traditional cooking but add a twist of ingredients. It kind of reminds me of life. Life is so complex yet so simple all at once and that is what makes it so beautiful. Let's get started! I first preheated the oven and lined the cake pan. Then I washed the raspberries.

Then I mixed the dry ingredients together.

Then I mixed in the wet ingredients - eggs, buttermilk, oil, vanilla extract and coffee. The batter was pretty goopy so I was kind of worried at first. You can see how wet the batter is from the photo below.

While the cake was baking, I made the raspberry puree and removed all the seeds through a fine strainer. Then I mixed up butter, powdered sugar, vanilla, the raspberry puree and a pinch of salt for the frosting.

The cake turned out great. Thanks to Wayne for helping me perfectly flip it!

Then I frosted this puppy! The frosting was a bit softer than I expected it. So I felt my frosting job was kind of sloppy. But Wayne says I'm too hard on myself. 

But after some cute candles, bento box panda decorations and sprinkles, I'd say it turned out pretty cute! Then again, I don't have a stand mixer or a handheld mixer. So I guess, the fact I did this all by hand is pretty impressive. I've always done stuff by hand though. The only time I used a mixer was when someone else had it around. 

Ta-da! Here is the finished product!

Close up. Aren't the panda decorations cute?!?

I then invited Josephine and her bf over. I was really happy. She was really surprised and liked the cake! Overall, this weekend was great and I can't wait for Wednesday when I start my new job!

The Vanilla Bean Blog's Chocolate Cake with a Raspberry Buttercream can be found here.

Stay tuned for more adventures in the pacific northwest and in the kitchen!

Emma

Homemade Blueberry Pie

Today is my last day of work. It's nice because I'll get a few days off to relax before starting my new job. I'm looking forward to making some "Emma" time. My first goal is to make a blueberry pie from scratch. I also want to go paddle-boarding again, try anti-gravity yoga, and regulate my sleep schedule some-what. Work today was bittersweet. I'm SUPER excited for my new job. But I know I'm going to miss my boss and co-workers. They were a really nice bunch and I got to know them a lot better. But at the same time, I'm ready to move on in my career and establish myself here in Seattle.

A little off topic, but I've been thinking about the relationships I have with my friends and family. I think we as humans, try to interject and impose expectations onto a person about they should feel as a way of comfort. And as humans, putting other peoples feelings above our own is valued in society. Which, to be honest, it is a valuable trait. I mean, you put your spouse's feeling before yours or you put your child's feelings before yours. You don't want to go to a big family event but your spouse wants you to go. Or you don't like your child's friends parents but you go because your child is friends with their kid. But over the past few years, I've realized that sometimes it is okay to go with how you feel.

I think that has been one of the biggest struggles of my life is being okay with how I feel and knowing other people may not be okay with it. I think sometimes I get worried about how other people will react or disregard my feelings as insignificant. So I've built an internal system where I worry more about the expectations placed (either intentionally or unintentionally) on top of me. And typically in the end, it does more harm than good because I don't let myself regard my own feelings. I let my loved ones influence how I should feel and if I don't feel that way then I blame myself thinking something is wrong with me. Which isn't okay.

But I know and it's still a struggle. But I also know that my gut is my gut. When I have a gut feeling then that is what I need to go with undoubtedly. Not my family, not my friends nor my boyfriend can go against that gut feeling. And I think I still need to learn that and accept that. Accepting the fact my gut is more important than what the ones in my life I love dearly, say or think. Because, at the end of the day everyone has an image of how to help me or an expectation of what I should do. When really what matters is how I how I help myself. That being said, I admit, it is crucial to give and take in some circumstances. Not always will you win or lose. But I think, when those red alarms go off in the gut, then that's when you need to push all aside and go with that instinct.

Anyways, I digress. Ever since we moved out here, I wanted to go blueberry picking and also apple picking (something I'll need to do in the fall.) Growing up, I really didn't make pies with my mom. We generally made cookies or cakes. I've wanted to learn make to do a pie but always felt intimidated. I'd see these awesome Instagram photos during the holidays of other people's decorative crusts. I'd think, "Wow, that's awesome! I wish I could do that." I've always felt the crust is a make or break. If you mess up the crust, then the whole pie is ruined. Some people say making a pie is easy - which it might be for some. But I think it's because you either use pre-made pie dough when you make them or grew up making pies a lot for Thanksgiving. 

I first took a pie making class when I was back in Chicago. But even then I sucked at it. I don't know why but my rolling skills (pie dough rolling) stink. When I rolled my dough out it looked like the state of Wisconsin instead of a nice oval to go over the pie pan. The pie still tasted great because it was a class. And I still never ventured out and made my own pie.

It's my goal this summer because I want to improve and also accomplish something I've never done on my own. Apparently, my grandma (on my dad's side) used to make awesome pies from scratch. My dad would rave about how she made the best lemon meringue pie. She passed away when I was in middle school and she never wrote any of her recipes down. She had them all in her head. Which was fascinating and disappointing. I would have loved to try some of her recipes. Another goal of mine down the road is to someday make a lemon meringue pie...but we'll have to save that one for another day because I'll need to buy a hand torch to do the topping. :)

Anyway, yesterday morning, Wayne and I went blueberry picking in North Bend, WA. Wayne made a friend in our apartment complex. So, we invited them along with us. They're a nice couple from Minnesota. Plus they have a car and offered to drive instead of us renting a zip car. I thought that was very nice of them to do so.

I was pleasantly surprised by the blueberry farm. Beautiful Mount Si was overlooking the blueberry patches and the blueberry patches were quite dense and full of blueberries!

Rows and rows of blueberries!

We got there around 9amish and it only took us an hour to pick 4.5 pounds of blueberries! It honestly did not feel that long. It felt like we were only out in the blueberry bushes for 20 minutes! Afterwards we went and got brunch at a lovely cafe. It was fun getting to know the couple and I hope we'll see them around. I'm really glad we chose this apartment complex. The rent is pricey but it is nice we've been able to meet other transplants from the Midwest.

So, a little fun fact about me: I LOVE blueberries. I always enjoyed going blueberry picking when I was younger. I would run around the blueberry patch and eat all the berries I could find. Looking back, I don't think I was much help in actually picking blueberries. Plus, whenever my mom bought blueberries at the grocery store, she would need to buy extra pint. I would eat a whole pint in one sitting by myself. That's how much I love blueberries. Wayne likes them too. But I feel like I need to fend him off to eat a pint. So I generally buy more blueberries than needed just like my mom.

 I did a bit of research on how to make this blueberry pie. So, I don't have one straightforward recipe. I combined a bunch of directions and tricks to make this pie. But hopefully my tips will help you! I used Bon Appetit's recipe and then adapted it with other tips I found online. You can find the "How to Make a Pie" article here. Now, let's get started! First, I got all my ingredients out. I made sure my butter was cold. Then I made sure to chop it up into big chunks. I threw it back in the fridge to make sure it was very solid before I started making the dough.

Then, I added the flour, sugar and salt in a bowl with the butter and blended it with my hands to work the butter chunks into smaller pieces. 

 Then, I quickly added 1 Tbsp. apple cider vinegar and 3 Tbsp. of ice cold water to the dough. I've heard numerous things you could add like crisco or just plain water. I decided to go with the pros and do apple cider vinegar. I don't use crisco a lot and didn't want to jump and go get some. Plus I heard mixed reviews about only using water.

When I was able to knead a ball of dough, I cut it in half and threw it in the fridge for 1 hour. This way the butter chunks could re-solidify as fats. The fat creates that buttery and flaky crust. 

Next, I washed the freshly picked blueberries. I gave them a quick diluted vinegar bath (1 cup white vinegar and 3 cups water.) This helps remove any bacteria from the farm. To make sure they were good to use, I gave them a whirl in my salad spinner. Blueberries and mold do not mix. That's why I wanted to be sure I got rid of all the moisture (well, as much of it anyway.)

After the berries were prepped and the dough finished chilling, I rolled out the dough.  A few weeks ago, I had gone out and bought a nice Pyrex pie dish. It was kind of frustrating at first trying to knead the dough. The dough was very dry and crumbly. I was worried of over kneading it. Overworking the dough releases more gluten and causes the dough to shrink when baked. 

I rolled out the bottom crust. While Wayne got home from work and helped me do the top crust. 

Wayne working away.

My bottom crust wasn't big enough.  It was hard getting enough dough around the edges of the pie. So I took any leftover scraps of dough and did some patch work. It is kind of nice because no one cares about the bottom and how it looks! Then I got started on making the filling. I added 2 pounds of fresh blueberries, some sugar, corn starch, fresh lime juice, and freshly grated ginger and lime zest. 

 
Did I get enough limes? Jamie Oliver would be proud...aka he uses limes in EVERYTHING. Seriously, go skim one of his cookbooks. He always adds a lime.

Then, I mixed everything in a bowl and gently stirred it all together.

 Me working away in the kitchen...oh and Wayne's thumb. LOL!

 I transferred the filling into the bottom crust then worked on making the upper crust. We rolled it out and then made strips to make the lattice topping.

Action shot!

So many blueberries! I then threw on a few teaspoons of chopped butter onto of the blueberry mixture. The butter would melt into any cracks and add a bit of flavor. 

We then carefully created the lattice by weaving the strips. I then created a quick fork crimp around the edges and Wayne finished with a light milk wash on top and a sprinkle of sugar. Then it was ready to go in the oven!  If you'd like to learn how to make a lattice crust, I thought Chef John's directions were pretty helpful! You can see his YouTube video here.  

Cheesy photo with the pie.

I then pre-heated the oven to 350 degrees, lined our pizza baking pan with foil and popped it in the oven for an hour and 1/2. 

Ta-da! MY BEAUTIFUL PIE! omfg - this tasted amazing! I was skeptical at first. The dough was pretty annoying to roll out, the lattice strips kept falling apart on me and the inside of the pie was very goopy after we baked it. But at the end of the day it was a darn good pie! Which honestly, is all that matters! Despite all the tiny mishaps, I loved how I could taste the actual blueberry taste while the ginger and lime helped soften the sweetness. The crust sucked rolling out but it nice and buttery with a good crunch. The best part was we shared it with friends too! I invited my friend over and the Minnesota couple we went blueberry picking with. I will say, it definitely was more enjoyable sharing this pie with others!!  Stay tuned for more adventures!

Emma

Trout Almondine

Today we went hiking to Rattlesnake Ledge. It was actually a pretty chilly day here in Seattle. But once we got we got in the car, the weather opened up a bit. Rattlesnake Ledge is about 45 minutes away from us and it was a nice drive over there. We went through Ballard and it was kind of cool. It is like a upper-middle class suburb was just plopped in the middle of a forest.

Hey! I found a handsome guy by the lake!

On our drive up, we saw several cars with their dogs out on the back! It was pretty crazy. I don't know if I'd want my dog on the back while I'm going 60 miles per hour. But the dogs didn't seem to mind. When we got to the parking lot it was kind of crowded. Prior to going, I had heard that this is one of the more popular hikes since it is so close to the city.  For some reason I didn't think there would be this many people. But once we got going it wasn't that bad. There was a couple though that was right on our ass. I finally stopped to the side to take a drink of water because it was making me anxious that someone kept following you closely, when you are just trying to leisurely enjoy your hike. 

All ready to go with his day hiking pack!

The view off of the ledge

When we got to the ledge it was fairly crowded. There were about 20+ people on the ledge. To be honest, I felt a bit nervous because there were so many people! If it had only been like 6 people, then I would have gone out further to see the view. But there are so many people with backpacks that are preoccupied taking photos or selfies, meh. I just didn't want to venture out closer to them. Wayne agreed too, so we took a few photos then headed back down.

Wayne: "Look away deep in thought!"

My thoughts: "My butt hurts sitting on this gigantic rock!"

Overall, the hike itself was great. It was probably in the low 60's but once we got moving we weren't cold. The hike up was pretty engaging. We first started out near the lake and then moved into the forest. The trail would fluctuate too (either uphill or downhill.) I was pleased since my ankle felt pretty good. If we go again, one thing is for sure, we will leave earlier! There was way too many people. I'd rather go up leisurely then run into people on my way back down. It was funny though, in the morning you could see the people that were dedicated about hiking. They had the hiking gear on, hiking outfits and equipment. When it hit around noon (when we headed back down) up came the people wearing jeans, GAP sweaters and Victoria Secret sweatpants. Once we got to the ledge though the views were spectacular. I don't know, words really can't explain the feeling you get that you're on top of the world (okay not really) but I guess when you have that sense of accomplishment. I can only imagine how people that successfully climb mountains for a living feel.

We then went over to Ballard to get some bibimbap. It wasn't the great, but it did the trick. It filled my tummy! :) We totally passed out when we got home. When I woke up, we then made Trout Almondine from Blogging Over Thyme for dinner. I didn't really have a chance to take a lot of photos of making it, but we grabbed some fresh trout at Whole Foods. I had stumbled upon Laura's website randomly.  Her recipes look delicious but I also found her story was very inspiring. She went to culinary school and documented her experiences on her blog. After she successfully graduated she then went into marketing and communications for a speciality foods company. The fact she was able to chase her desire of going to culinary school and stay true to what worked best for her is admirable. Read more here. 

Anyways, I'll get started on my thoughts of making this bad boy fishy: Let me tell you, de-boning a fish is effing hard. The fins and backbone was still intact. I had a sharp knife but I was fumbling a lot. It just turned into a fishy mess. But it was a good lesson. I want to continue to work with fish more so I can learn how to properly de-bone and gut a fish. Then I seasoned the trout with salt and pepper then dredged it in flour. Wayne helped out by making the asparagus. After seasoning the fish, I cooked it in the pan and then made the sauce. 

Our crazy fire alarm went off halfway through making the food! The alarm kept screaming in a female with an accent, "BEEP BEEP! Fire! Fire!"  My first reaction was that the parchment paper under the asparagus caught fire. But when I opened the oven, the asparagus was perfectly fine. We guess the alarm detected some smoke around the oven. But we didn't see any smoke. In our previous apartments, our alarm would go off and it was obvious to us.  Meh, it was weird. I hope it doesn't happen again! Stupid sensitive alarm. 

Ta-da! Finished product! But the sauce, the sauce was fantastic! I love capers. They are like tiny balls of sourness. I love putting them in my tuna salads. Despite how difficult preparing the fish was, the dish turned out quite well. Trout reminds me of salmon except not as fishy and it turned out really good with the roasted asparagus and pineapple. The fish was lightly flaky and the caper sauce solidified the meal. 

After dinner we watched the movie, Hector and the Search for Happiness.

I was surprised. The movie got low ratings. I thought it was a fantastic movie with a lot of heart. 

I believe that happiness isn't a constant state. Nothing in this world is constant. If it is, then it is not growing. I think love encompasses many aspects of happiness. I think there are people out there that do believe happiness is made out of money. Which might not true to everyone but it is to that person. It doesn't make their means of happiness wrong, it its just different. Or like a person that just wants their family to be happy. Or another person has their work be their source of happiness. Both are forms of happiness in my mind. Just the equation doesn't work for everyone. I think we are also socialized to believe we can obtain happiness. That if you are successful businesswoman, with a loving family, lots of friends then you are happy. But life doesn't work out that way. Sometimes what we believe is happiness doesn't turn out to make us happy.

When I was growing up soccer made me happy. But as a grew older, the happiness got sucked out of it. I still love the sport, but there are so many memories (both good and bad) attached to it. It is hard to find that happiness again. But now, one of my moments of happiness occurs when I cook. There is an essential need to eat food. So it makes me feel like I have a purpose in my actions. But then I have the freedom to create what I want. No one tells me what to make or how to make it. I get to release my creativity. 

Then I share it with people I care about. I love how Wayne will eat anything I make. He won't judge it either. Which when I cook, it feels like a piece of my soul and pride goes into it. He enjoys it and we experience it together. Food can become a journey and what is awesome is I get to create this journey ever so often a week. Another thing that makes me happy is Wayne. To be honest, when we first met each other I never thought we would last this long. But as time goes on, I know he's the one for me. Sure, thing aren't perfect (nothing in life is.) But when things get tough or when I need someone to lean on, I know he'll be there and vise versa. That he'll grow as a companion and is willing to explore life with me. 

Blogging Over Thyme's Trout Almondine recipe can be found here.

Sty tuned for more adventures!

Emma