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Cranachan Verrine


January 25th is Burns Night in Scotland. Let me rephrase: it’s Burns Night everywhere, it’s just that not everyone knows it. We celebrate the life and works of Rabbie Burns, one of our smashing poets, and we do it by eating and drinking – so often that is the best way to celebrate something, don’t you think? Burns was born on January 25th so it’s kind of like a big birthday party for him, except he doesn’t get to eat any of the cake, given that he died in 1796.

The traditional thing to have is a Burns supper, which is a plateful of haggis, neeps and tatties. I know a lot of people – many Scots among them – have a bit of a shudder when someone mentions haggis. I am not one of those people. I love haggis, and even tried to make my own, once. In fact, that was my first Rock Salt post, three years ago! You can read all about my ‘hoxxis’ here. You can do a lot of different things with haggis if you stop thinking of it as various organs mashed up and stuffed in a sheep’s stomach and start thinking of it as another kind of meat. I understand that some do find the first part difficult to get past; I can’t think why. Anyway, like I said, you can use haggis in lots of different ways, but sometimes it’s best just to stick with something simple. Meat and two veg – it doesn’t get much simpler than that.

Oh – neeps are turnips.  You might call them swedes. We do things differently in Scotland.

Um, and tatties are potatoes. You probably knew that. In a Burns supper you have both neeps and tatties mashed. Another word for mashed is ‘champit’ – as in ‘champit tatties’. There, you have learned a Scots phrase today.

So, for Burns Night this year, a friend and I had three courses of Scottish inspired food, the main of which was your basic, time-honoured Burns supper – it looked like this:

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I snipped some chives over the turnip; this was my only nod to fancification.

To warm up our appetites before embarking on the filling adventure that is haggis, we had some little canapes. On the right, blinis and (sustainably sourced) Scottish smoked salmon. On the left, mini oatcakes and Black Crowdie cheese. Crowdie is a thick, tangy cream cheese made in Scotland, which I’ve just found a recipe for and may have to attempt to make myself.

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Side note: said recipe requires ‘freshly sour’ milk. Does that sound like a contradiction in terms to anyone else?

Anyway, I’ve had Crowdie before, but never Black Crowdie – I was excited to give it a try, and this seemed to be the perfect time. Black Crowdie is a log of  Crowdie rolled in cracked black pepper and pinhead oats. To serve it, I just sliced it as best I could – it is crumbly but just about do-able if you use a sharp knife and take care.  Add some little oatcakes and there you have it – an easy canape.

Crowdie Log

Black Crowdie

Now, to pudding. The main feature of this post, allegedly, and yet I’ve spent all these words without mentioning it once. I was keeping you in suspense, you see. Though if that’s really what I was doing I’d have done well to name the post a bit more mysteriously… Yes, cranachan verrines it was, and I must say I was so pleased with how they turned out. This was a first attempt at the recipe, and I’ve tweaked it a little to present to you here, so be warned: here be dragons. And by dragons I mean, of course, an untested recipe.

Cranachan Verrines (makes two):

For the base:

For the sweet cheese layer:

  • 140g Skinny Crowdie
  • 1 tsp your favourite whisky or whisky liqueur (like Drambuie)
  • 5 tbsp golden caster sugar
  • 2 tsp double cream

For the raspberry layer:

  • 150g raspberries
  • 3 tbsp jam sugar

To finish:

  • 4 tbsp double or whipping cream
  • 1 – 2 tsp granulated sugar
  • 2 tsp oats
  • 1 tsp granulated sugar

Now, this may have begun to look complicated, but it’s not really. Each layer is easy to put together and it can all be done in the space of an hour, then put aside to chill for a few hours, or overnight.

So, let us begin. I started with the Dean’s Oat Biscuits. I used their stem ginger ones, but the original plain ones might have been a better choice in retrospect. They are oaty and buttery and delicious, and I smashed them up with a hammer to make crumbs.

Oh alright, I put them in the food processor.

Then I heated up the honey and mixed it through, then split the mixture and pressed gently into the serving glasses. On my original attempt, I added too much honey and pressed down too firmly, and accidentally created biscuit cement. I’m sure it’ll come in handy for something in the future, but it did cause us some dessert difficulty.

Next, the cheesecake layer. Scoop the Crowdie out of it’s wee tub and put it in the food processor, which you have wiped the biscuit crumbs out of, or put it in a bowl and prepare to use a wooden spoon and brute force. Add the cream, whisky and sugar, and process or stir until fully mixed and smooth – the Crowdie is a little grainy to start with. You can play with the measurements of the booze and the sugar until you get the taste you’re happy with. Split this mixture between the serving glasses, on top of the biscuit base, and smooth over with the back of a teaspoon.

The raspberry layer is probably the most complicated, and that’s really only because you’re heating them up and keeping an eye on them until they form a loose jam. Reserve eight of the nicest looking raspberries, then tip the rest into a small pot and add the jam sugar.  Heat at medium high until the fruit has all broken down and you just have red soup with seeds in. It will be thick and sticky and ROASTING HOT so be careful. Strain the rasbperry puree into a bowl through a fine sieve, pressing all the fruit through with a spatula until all you’re left with in the sieve is the pips. Place the reserved raspberries round the edge of your serving glasses, on top of the cheesecake layer, then spoon over the raspberry puree.

Finally, whip up the cream and sugar together until thick and holding soft peaks. Spoon enough into each verrine to fill the serving glass, or until you think you have enough – this depends how much you like whipped cream, I suppose.

Then, put the oats and sugar in a frying pan over a high heat, and toast until the sugar caramelises and the oats are brown and fragrant. They will probably form little clumps, which is absolutely fine. Let them cool down, then use a spoon to sprinkle them over the top. Do not pick them up out of the pan with your fingers. This is important.

Let the verrines rest in the fridge for a couple of hours, or overnight, then serve with love and a cry of ‘heeeeee-ooooch!’. The heeooching is optional but I quite like it, and you don’t get a lot of opportunities to do it in everyday life.

Cranachan Verrine


Cranachan Marshmallows


This idea came to me as I was thinking up things to send my Foodie Penpal last month. Monique had asked for no wheat or dairy, and maybe something typically Scottish or British. And no Marmite. I wanted to send something home made in the parcel, so I was mulling over all the Scottish things I could make but, crucially, looking for something that I hadn’t already included in an FPP parcel. That ruled out oatcakes and tablet (even if I’d ever been able to make tablet, which I haven’t). I tried to jog my memory by listing all the Scottish food I could think of, and that old standby cranachan popped up straight away.

If you don’t already know (and, indeed, even if you do), cranachan is a dessert of whipped cream, raspberries, toasted oats, honey and whiskey. It’s never been a favourite of mine and, honestly, it’s a bit tired as ideas go, in my humble opinion. That didn’t stop me making cranachan cake a while back, and it didn’t stop me from creating the Cranachan Marshmallow this time.

Now, obviously I had to rework the idea of cranachan somewhat to make a cream based dessert into a dairy free snack. I also removed many of the other main ingredients and added a new one… The spirit of Scottishness remains, though. If only because I say so…

I started by replacing the cream with marshmallow. Marshmallows are made with gelatine, sugar, syrup and egg white – no dairy and no added fat, either. Interesting, eh? The other main ingredient in them is air, which you incorporate through a whole lot of whisking. You could make them without the aid of a stand mixer, I have no doubt; I used to make a lot of things without a stand mixer, even when the recipes insisted on one. I’m a rebel, a kitchen rebel. That said, it’d be pretty tiring making these with a hand held mixer, and if you can make them with a balloon whisk you’re probably Chuck Norris.

I used a recipe from Smitten Kitchen, after the success of the brioche burger buns I tried before. It’s not a complicated recipe though it does require some patience and time. They have to rest overnight, that’s the key thing to remember.

At the end of the process, you put everything in the bowl of the stand mixer and whisk the life into it for what feels like a hundred years but is really only ten minutes. You’ll see it growing in volume as you whisk. Or if you want to surprise yourself you can keep your back turned until the time is up then spin round and see how full the bowl got while you weren’t looking. It’s up to you.

The only change I made to the recipe was to add some pureed raspberries to the mix right at the end, swirling them but not mixing them in. This was to make them more cranachan-y. The end result looked, rather wonderfully, like this:

They are so good, not at all like pre-packaged marshmallows from the shops. Personally I have no problem with those, but these are in another league. A Premier league. Is that the highest league? I don’t do sports. I do marshmallows though. These are soft, springy to the point of wobbly and they pretty much dissolve into sweet, airy nothingness on your tongue. They do go a bit sticky over time – I solved this problem by keeping them in a box with plenty of icing sugar, and giving them a shake before I opened the box to re-coat the surfaces. I firmly believe that everyone should try making their own marshmallows at some point in their lives.

Once I had these little clouds of raspberry wonder, I proceeded to make them into Cranachan Marshmallows by the simple application of lollipop sticks, dark chocolate and toasted oats. The chocolate isn’t really right, but it was pretty awesome anyway. Here’s a peek at the process.

I drizzled the chocolate over the marshmallows and then used a knife to join the drizzles together, rather than trying to dip the marshmallows or pour chocolate over the top of them. I thought it would be less wasteful, which it was, and I also thought that pouring molten chocolate over an item which is barely keeping itself in a solid state at room temperature might not be the thing to do. As it was, one of the marshmallows went a bit melty anyway. They’re delicate things, you know.

Once the chocolate was successfully applied, I rolled the marshmallows in some toasted oats – toasting brings out the natural sweetness of the oats, and I threw in a few pinches of sugar for good measure. When they are fragrant and lightly browned, they are ready! Let the pan cool before dipping the marshmallows in them, for reasons explained above…

And that’s that – the Cranachan marshmallow. BEHOLD!

 

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Cranachan Cake


Alright, here is the tale of the cranachan cake. It is very much with the words. The words are a bit rambly, and potentially a bit dull. Skim as required.

My friend Mr F is moving home to Italy, after living and working in Scotland. This makes me sad. I’m not the only one, either; it makes everyone at work sad, and it’s a big place. We had a leaving do for him last nigh; I use the word ‘we’ even though I had no input whatsoever to the night except for turning up and bringing cake, then dancing till half two in the morning. Since that was my only contribution, I wanted to make it a decent one, so I did two big cakes in the hopes that lots of people will get to have a wee bit; it’s bound to be one of the best attended leaving nights that anyone’s ever seen. I have no idea if either got sliced on the night or if Mr F took them home – I can only hope they came to a good end. At any rate, having decided to make two cakes, I then had to decide what kind. Hm.

Did I mention that Mr F is Italian? And that he’s been living in Scotland? Two countries, two cakes; it’s almost like it was meant to be. Once I hit on that idea it was easy to choose flavours, I just went for the most clichéd desserts I could think of. For the Scottish themed cake, I used the traditional Scottish dessert cranachan. I’m not really a great fan of cranachan, if I’m honest, but cranachan cake, on the other hand… Well, it’s bound to be an improvement. So, my plan was to create a whisky and raspberry sponge, fill and coat it with buttercream (not whipped cream, which couldn’t be left out at room temperature for as long and also would have to be made at the last minute, rather than ahead of time) then coat with toasted oats. I like the sound of it, even though I don’t like the taste of whisky; I’ve used it in baking before and the medicinal taste bakes out, leaving a nice boozy taste underneath. The plan didn’t go exactly right, and I had to add a middle layer of raspberry oat sponge, but overall the concept was good.

I bought up all my cake ingredients for these two, and also for the birthday cake I’ll be making this weekend, at once. This meant a stagger home with two extremely hefty shopping bags, and sore shoulders this morning. There’s also nothing quite like trying to carry bags which are just within your lift limit up two flights of stairs. I’m always happy to get home, but heavy shopping really makes you appreciate your own front door, you know? As I was shopping, I had a spark of inspiration. A moment of genius, perhaps. I decided that I would combine the whisky and raspberries a couple of days *before* making the cake, to give the flavours time to infuse. I would get raspberry flavoured whisky, and whisky flavoured raspberries, and the whole cake would benefit. Huzzah! When I got home, I pushed a punnet of raspberries into an empty glass bottle and topped up with about 200ml of whisky – Whyte and MacKay, to be precise. I chose this on the basis that there were no other half bottles available in the shops and I didn’t want to stop at another shop, laden down with bags, to buy a half bottle of whisky. I would have looked like a crazy bag lady. I know that’s an insensitive turn of phrase, but when you get right down to it, it’s the truth; I’d have appeared to be a crazy bag lady wearing a pirate hat, at that. No, I just bought what I could get and hoped for the best. One thing I did think while I was poking raspberries into the neck of the bottle was that I’d have to smush these self same raspberries up if I wanted to get them back out of the bottle again, but they came out with no real persuasion other than a bit of a shoogle. Still, a bowl might have been a better choice, or a jug, or really anything. I also put one raspberry into the Whyte and Mackay bottle. I don’t know why I did that. I must have had raspberry fever. You can see it in that photo, bobbing around at the back.

Phase two of the cranachan cake was deciding on a recipe. Any recipes for whisky (or whiskey) cake I already had, or could find, were for heavy cakes using brown sugar and spices – that’s a traditional whisky cake. That is also not what I wanted. I wanted a light coloured, light textured sponge; cranachan consists mostly of whipped cream with bits in. The cranachan fans among you will no doubt be outraged by this description; to you, I say ‘Gie yersels peace. It’s whipped cream with bits in’. To try to capture the essence of the dessert, I needed a soft, moist sponge with all the right flavours in to. What did I do? I freestyled, of course. Here’s my recipe for cranachan cake, and may it do you good:

For the whisky and raspberry sponge:

  • 6oz butter
  • 4oz margarine
  • 8oz golden granulated sugar
  • 2 large eggs
  • 8oz plain flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 150g of whisky-soaked raspberries – reserve eight raspberries from the punnet for decoration

 

For the raspberry oat sponge:

  • 150g butter
  • 125g caster sugar
  • 75g oats, ground into flour
  • 50g plain flour
  • 50ml vegetable oil
  • 2 eggs
  • 3 tsp baking powder
  • 75g raspberries, fresh or frozen and defrosted

 

For the whiskey honey drizzle:

  • 100ml raspberry infused whisky
  • 3 tbsp honey

When it came to it, the whisky soaked raspberries came out of the bottle with very little persuasion, which was great, but some of them had gone a bit wrong in there – had lost their colour and gone on the yellow side of things – I think this is probably where the fruit was a bit based or otherwise damaged. I picked through them and took out any bad bits, then rinsed the excess whiskey off them. The whisky had gone a great colour and was definitely sweeter and less rank than it had been to start (I’m not a whisky fan at all, if you couldn’t already tell).

 

To make to whisky raspberry sponge, I combined the butter and margarine, then added the sugar and mixed until light and fluffy. I added the eggs one at a time, then folded in the flour, baking powder and soda, and finally the raspberries. I poured into a greased and floured ten-inch cake tin, and baked in a 170C oven until firm but springy to the touch – I have lost my grasp of how long that might have been in the baking frenzy that this weekend has so far been. I think it was about forty  minutes …?

Towards the end of the baking time, I put 100ml of the whisky I’d soaked the raspberries in into a pot, and added the honey to melt. When the cake came out of the oven, I used a skewer to make holes in the sponge, then poured this over the top. DISCLAIMER: this led to an extremely moist sponge, to the point of almost excessive moistness, and I have no idea if it tasted too strongly of whisky. I would probably reduce the amount to 50 or 75ml another time. I am awaiting feedback…

To counteract the booziness and softness of the whisky cakes, I made a raspberry oat sponge to go in the middle. For this one, I started by separating the eggs, then whisking the whites until stiff. Then I mixed the yolks with the butter, sugar and oil until pale and creamy. I mixed in the flour and baking powder with the hand mixer, then carefully folded in the egg whites, starting with one spoonful to lighten the mix and make it easier to fold the rest in. Finally, he raspberries wen in, carefully so as not to knock too much air out, then I baked this at 170C, again for a non-specific length of time – 20 – 30 minutes might be right. Then again, it might not.

The whisky cake got split in two, after resting overnight, and all three layers were held together with a plain buttercream – that is, a combination of 250g butter and 400g icing sugar. 150g of the finished result was set aside for icing another cake, the rest went towards this one. The very top layer of the cake was upside down, so that the flat, sliced side was the top surface. I quartered the icing; half went to layer the three sponges, then another quarter went round the outside of the cake, with the final quarter being reserved for decoration and emergencies. Before I started icing the edge of the cake, I toasted 50g of oats in a frying pan until browned and fragrant. I transferred them to a bowl to cool, and once the icing was done I pressed them round the edges of the cake. I’m getting right into decorating cakes this way, though of course it does make a bit of an old mess. Also it’s important to let the oats cool down, having to go to hospital with a burned hand and explain that you got it from raw porridge would be too embarrassing.

The final touch was to pipe on some buttercream flowers, then pop the reserved raspberries on top of those. Et voila!


Cranachan Cake


Alright, here is the tale of the cranachan cake. It is very much with the words. The words are a bit rambly, and potentially a bit dull. Skim as required.

My friend Mr F is moving home to Italy, after living and working in Scotland. This makes me sad. I’m not the only one, either; it makes everyone at work sad, and it’s a big place. We had a leaving do for him last nigh; I use the word ‘we’ even though I had no input whatsoever to the night except for turning up and bringing cake, then dancing till half two in the morning. Since that was my only contribution, I wanted to make it a decent one, so I did two big cakes in the hopes that lots of people will get to have a wee bit; it’s bound to be one of the best attended leaving nights that anyone’s ever seen. I have no idea if either got sliced on the night or if Mr F took them home – I can only hope they came to a good end. At any rate, having decided to make two cakes, I then had to decide what kind. Hm.

Did I mention that Mr F is Italian? And that he’s been living in Scotland? Two countries, two cakes; it’s almost like it was meant to be. Once I hit on that idea it was easy to choose flavours, I just went for the most clichéd desserts I could think of. For the Scottish themed cake, I used the traditional Scottish dessert cranachan. I’m not really a great fan of cranachan, if I’m honest, but cranachan cake, on the other hand… Well, it’s bound to be an improvement. So, my plan was to create a whisky and raspberry sponge, fill and coat it with buttercream (not whipped cream, which couldn’t be left out at room temperature for as long and also would have to be made at the last minute, rather than ahead of time) then coat with toasted oats. I like the sound of it, even though I don’t like the taste of whisky; I’ve used it in baking before and the medicinal taste bakes out, leaving a nice boozy taste underneath. The plan didn’t go exactly right, and I had to add a middle layer of raspberry oat sponge, but overall the concept was good.

I bought up all my cake ingredients for these two, and also for the birthday cake I’ll be making this weekend, at once. This meant a stagger home with two extremely hefty shopping bags, and sore shoulders this morning. There’s also nothing quite like trying to carry bags which are just within your lift limit up two flights of stairs. I’m always happy to get home, but heavy shopping really makes you appreciate your own front door, you know? As I was shopping, I had a spark of inspiration. A moment of genius, perhaps. I decided that I would combine the whisky and raspberries a couple of days *before* making the cake, to give the flavours time to infuse. I would get raspberry flavoured whisky, and whisky flavoured raspberries, and the whole cake would benefit. Huzzah! When I got home, I pushed a punnet of raspberries into an empty glass bottle and topped up with about 200ml of whisky – Whyte and MacKay, to be precise. I chose this on the basis that there were no other half bottles available in the shops and I didn’t want to stop at another shop, laden down with bags, to buy a half bottle of whisky. I would have looked like a crazy bag lady. I know that’s an insensitive turn of phrase, but when you get right down to it, it’s the truth; I’d have appeared to be a crazy bag lady wearing a pirate hat, at that. No, I just bought what I could get and hoped for the best. One thing I did think while I was poking raspberries into the neck of the bottle was that I’d have to smush these self same raspberries up if I wanted to get them back out of the bottle again, but they came out with no real persuasion other than a bit of a shoogle. Still, a bowl might have been a better choice, or a jug, or really anything. I also put one raspberry into the Whyte and Mackay bottle. I don’t know why I did that. I must have had raspberry fever. You can see it in that photo, bobbing around at the back.

Phase two of the cranachan cake was deciding on a recipe. Any recipes for whisky (or whiskey) cake I already had, or could find, were for heavy cakes using brown sugar and spices – that’s a traditional whisky cake. That is also not what I wanted. I wanted a light coloured, light textured sponge; cranachan consists mostly of whipped cream with bits in. The cranachan fans among you will no doubt be outraged by this description; to you, I say ‘Gie yersels peace. It’s whipped cream with bits in’. To try to capture the essence of the dessert, I needed a soft, moist sponge with all the right flavours in to. What did I do? I freestyled, of course. Here’s my recipe for cranachan cake, and may it do you good:

For the whisky and raspberry sponge:

  • 6oz butter
  • 4oz margarine
  • 8oz golden granulated sugar
  • 2 large eggs
  • 8oz plain flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 150g of whisky-soaked raspberries – reserve eight raspberries from the punnet for decoration

 

For the raspberry oat sponge:

  • 150g butter
  • 125g caster sugar
  • 75g oats, ground into flour
  • 50g plain flour
  • 50ml vegetable oil
  • 2 eggs
  • 3 tsp baking powder
  • 75g raspberries, fresh or frozen and defrosted

 

For the whiskey honey drizzle:

  • 100ml raspberry infused whisky
  • 3 tbsp honey

When it came to it, the whisky soaked raspberries came out of the bottle with very little persuasion, which was great, but some of them had gone a bit wrong in there – had lost their colour and gone on the yellow side of things – I think this is probably where the fruit was a bit based or otherwise damaged. I picked through them and took out any bad bits, then rinsed the excess whiskey off them. The whisky had gone a great colour and was definitely sweeter and less rank than it had been to start (I’m not a whisky fan at all, if you couldn’t already tell).

 

To make to whisky raspberry sponge, I combined the butter and margarine, then added the sugar and mixed until light and fluffy. I added the eggs one at a time, then folded in the flour, baking powder and soda, and finally the raspberries. I poured into a greased and floured ten-inch cake tin, and baked in a 170C oven until firm but springy to the touch – I have lost my grasp of how long that might have been in the baking frenzy that this weekend has so far been. I think it was about forty  minutes …?

Towards the end of the baking time, I put 100ml of the whisky I’d soaked the raspberries in into a pot, and added the honey to melt. When the cake came out of the oven, I used a skewer to make holes in the sponge, then poured this over the top. DISCLAIMER: this led to an extremely moist sponge, to the point of almost excessive moistness, and I have no idea if it tasted too strongly of whisky. I would probably reduce the amount to 50 or 75ml another time. I am awaiting feedback…

To counteract the booziness and softness of the whisky cakes, I made a raspberry oat sponge to go in the middle. For this one, I started by separating the eggs, then whisking the whites until stiff. Then I mixed the yolks with the butter, sugar and oil until pale and creamy. I mixed in the flour and baking powder with the hand mixer, then carefully folded in the egg whites, starting with one spoonful to lighten the mix and make it easier to fold the rest in. Finally, he raspberries wen in, carefully so as not to knock too much air out, then I baked this at 170C, again for a non-specific length of time – 20 – 30 minutes might be right. Then again, it might not.

The whisky cake got split in two, after resting overnight, and all three layers were held together with a plain buttercream – that is, a combination of 250g butter and 400g icing sugar. 150g of the finished result was set aside for icing another cake, the rest went towards this one. The very top layer of the cake was upside down, so that the flat, sliced side was the top surface. I quartered the icing; half went to layer the three sponges, then another quarter went round the outside of the cake, with the final quarter being reserved for decoration and emergencies. Before I started icing the edge of the cake, I toasted 50g of oats in a frying pan until browned and fragrant. I transferred them to a bowl to cool, and once the icing was done I pressed them round the edges of the cake. I’m getting right into decorating cakes this way, though of course it does make a bit of an old mess. Also it’s important to let the oats cool down, having to go to hospital with a burned hand and explain that you got it from raw porridge would be too embarrassing.

The final touch was to pipe on some buttercream flowers, then pop the reserved raspberries on top of those. Et voila!

 

 


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