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The Strawcumber Saga Part Two


The concluding part of this tragicomic tale is here at last. Sadly, I haven’t invented a time machine that enabled me to go back and take more photos of the cake in its various stages of construction, and nor has there been occasion to make it again in order to get those same photos but without all the impossible space-time business. We will have to rely on words alone, and my vague concept of what the recipe might have been for the constituent parts…

We left the tale as I was gloomily munching on cake offcuts and staring at a cake that looked as though it had been crushed by an ACME ton weight and then sliced in half. I decided to just go ahead and slice the cake horizontally and fill it with jam and buttercream, even though it was so thin. I should have just done this in the first place, as it now had the added difficulty of being in two halves already. I used my trusty cake wire to make the cut, which was happily successful and drama-free, then applied the cucumber jam to the cut surface of the cake. This much-doubted jam was made as follows:

  • Grate one 9oz cucumber into a small pot and heat until bubbling
  • Reduce for ten minutes or so, or until the flesh has broken down into liquid
  • Add the sugar and boil until softly set, about 20 minutes? This is a guess. You’ll know it’s ready because it will be sticky and syrupy looking and will drip from the spoon rather than pour. I’m not a jam expert in anyone’s book, but this how I judged it and it worked out alright.
  • Set aside to cool, then decant into a jar and store in the fridge.

The jam is a little like lime marmalade in appearance, with the cucumber rind remaining intact in the face of being boiled. It gives a pleasant crunch to the jam which contrasted well with the soft sponge and creamy frosting. The flavour is sweet and delicate, with only a hint of cucumber, really. There was enough to fill a ten inch cake.

I topped the layer of jam with a layer of strawberry buttercream. I made the buttercream as follows:

  • Puree some strawberries in a blender – three or four is enough
  • Take 100g of butter at room temperature and mix in the strawberry puree with a hand mixer, until the two are softened and combined
  • Add icing sugar gradually; you’ll need about 250 – 300g? Again, a bit of guesswork here, I got fed up measuring as I had to add more and more icing sugar to make up for the liquid in the strawberries. I also ended up with far too much buttercream, if there is such a thing…

Once the sponge was filled, I replaced the top halves and squished down a little. The good thing about buttercream is that it will hide a lot of mistakes. Unfortunately, one of the mistakes it won’t hide is the fact that you’ve lopped off two slices from the edges of a round cake… I did my best though, and then finished it off with some strawberry halves and glitter, because there are few cakes that glitter can’t improve.

The photos of the strawcumber cake are from after girls night portions were handed out and devoured. When I announced that the cake was a sponge (ooooh…) with strawberry buttercream (mmmmm…) and cucumber jam (oo…ooooh?) there was a general feeling of uncertainty, to say the least. This was soon resolved as everyone took a bite and thoroughly enjoyed the flavour combination. It’s a bit like Pimms, but a cake, and better.

Since the sponge ended up being very plain, I won’t go through the recipe and method; you can get a nice, clear recipe for a plain sponge in a hundred places, but cucumber jam is a different story, and one I’ll tell properly before too much longer. For now, thanks for bearing with me while I muddled through this cake stress. It’s a learning curve sometimes, this baking malarkey.


The Strawcumber Saga Part One


A long-promised post, is this. I’ve been going on about strawberry and cucumber cake for over a week, so you’d think I’d have loads of photos and a really great recipe, wouldn’t you? You’d be forgiven for thinking that, certainly. And since I’ve forgiven you for thinking that, it really seems only fair that you should forgive me for it not being true…

It’s such a long story that I’m splitting it between two posts, for the sake of reminding everyone that I’m here and haven’t slid of the face of the earth, possibly defeated by a particularly difficult recipe. Far from it, I’m going strong but just haven’t been living up to the promise of trying harder to get blogging. It’s been ever such a quick week!

I was making this cake for Miss M’s birthday girls night, which I was hosting in my wee hoose. This meant some fairly drastic furniture moving, along with much cleaning and tidying and scrubbing of doormats and filling of cupboards with things I wanted out of the way. In among all this business, I also had to decorate the cake (which I’d baked the night before), bake some savoury treats and wash every single glass I own because I never wash and rinse them properly and they always have fingerprints on them *somewhere* and I couldn’t possibly serve my guests glasses with fingerprints on them – this run-on sentence should give you an idea as to how I started to feel when I got home from work on Thursday, three hours before the girls were due to start arriving. On top of this, the cake didn’t go as I wanted it to, and as I ran out of patience and also as it got nearer to the time when I expected a knock at the door, the camera got set aside. I regret this, now, as the cake worked out really well in terms of flavour, if not appearance, and so I wish I had documented the stages as I went along.

The main thing that went wrong was that I baked the cake in a tin that was too big, which led to a really flat sponge. Look at it. It’s like no peas on an ironing board. I was really annoyed at myself about this because the sponge actually looked and smelled really lovely, and if I’d only payed better attention to what I was doing it could have been such a perfect cake… … Anyway, I thought and thought and thought about it, and I decided that I would cut it in half widthways and then trim it up to make two rectangles, which I would sandwich together and make a rectangle cake. I cut it in half, I trimmed off two of the round edges and then I looked at what I had done. I had hacked up a perfectly good, if extremely flat, cake. If I carried on I’d end up with a tiny cake that Miss M would have to slice into wafer thin slices if she wanted to share it round the room, and four curved bits of cake that would go completely to waste. What. An. Idiot.

I slid the two halves back together. I ate the curved bits in a gloomy kind of way. They were good. Unfortunately, they did not taste of either juniper or mint. This will probably not surprise you, as you didn’t know that they were supposed to taste of juniper and mint. They didn’t taste like cat food, either, but this, at least, was intentional. Do you remember when I had the idea of gin fizz cakes in my head? I finally used the juniper sugar that I made then, and I also made (or thought I had) some mint sugar by mixing fifteen mint leaves, which I’d lightly crushed by putting them in one hand and slapping with the other, with more caster sugar. It smelled a lot like mint, but unfortunately once I’d taken the mint leaves out it just tasted normal again. It was like when I was quite young and decided to try to make grape flavoured milk. I simmered some grapes in a small pot of milk for ages. At the end, the only difference was that the grapes were wet. And maybe annoyed, it’s hard to tell with grapes. So the cake just tasted like a plain sponge – a nice one, very light and fluffy and moist, but plain. This was disappointing, too. It wasn’t going well.

Here I will end part one of the strawcumber saga. Oooh it’s a cliffhanger… Next up: cucumber jam and strawberry buttercream, and recipes for everything should you want to make it but do it properly…


The Strawcumber Saga Part Two


The concluding part of this tragicomic tale is here at last. Sadly, I haven’t invented a time machine that enabled me to go back and take more photos of the cake in its various stages of construction, and nor has there been occasion to make it again in order to get those same photos but without all the impossible space-time business. We will have to rely on words alone, and my vague concept of what the recipe might have been for the constituent parts…

We left the tale as I was gloomily munching on cake offcuts and staring at a cake that looked as though it had been crushed by an ACME ton weight and then sliced in half. I decided to just go ahead and slice the cake horizontally and fill it with jam and buttercream, even though it was so thin. I should have just done this in the first place, as it now had the added difficulty of being in two halves already. I used my trusty cake wire to make the cut, which was happily successful and drama-free, then applied the cucumber jam to the cut surface of the cake. This much-doubted jam was made as follows:

  • Grate one 9oz cucumber into a small pot and heat until bubbling
  • Reduce for ten minutes or so, or until the flesh has broken down into liquid
  • Add the sugar and boil until softly set, about 20 minutes? This is a guess. You’ll know it’s ready because it will be sticky and syrupy looking and will drip from the spoon rather than pour. I’m not a jam expert in anyone’s book, but this how I judged it and it worked out alright.
  • Set aside to cool, then decant into a jar and store in the fridge.

The jam is a little like lime marmalade in appearance, with the cucumber rind remaining intact in the face of being boiled. It gives a pleasant crunch to the jam which contrasted well with the soft sponge and creamy frosting. The flavour is sweet and delicate, with only a hint of cucumber, really. There was enough to fill a ten inch cake.

I topped the layer of jam with a layer of strawberry buttercream. I made the buttercream as follows:

  • Puree some strawberries in a blender – three or four is enough
  • Take 100g of butter at room temperature and mix in the strawberry puree with a hand mixer, until the two are softened and combined
  • Add icing sugar gradually; you’ll need about 250 – 300g? Again, a bit of guesswork here, I got fed up measuring as I had to add more and more icing sugar to make up for the liquid in the strawberries. I also ended up with far too much buttercream, if there is such a thing…

Once the sponge was filled, I replaced the top halves and squished down a little. The good thing about buttercream is that it will hide a lot of mistakes. Unfortunately, one of the mistakes it won’t hide is the fact that you’ve lopped off two slices from the edges of a round cake… I did my best though, and then finished it off with some strawberry halves and glitter, because there are few cakes that glitter can’t improve.

The photos of the strawcumber cake are from after girls night portions were handed out and devoured. When I announced that the cake was a sponge (ooooh…) with strawberry buttercream (mmmmm…) and cucumber jam (oo…ooooh?) there was a general feeling of uncertainty, to say the least. This was soon resolved as everyone took a bite and thoroughly enjoyed the flavour combination. It’s a bit like Pimms, but a cake, and better.

Since the sponge ended up being very plain, I won’t go through the recipe and method; you can get a nice, clear recipe for a plain sponge in a hundred places, but cucumber jam is a different story, and one I’ll tell properly before too much longer. For now, thanks for bearing with me while I muddled through this cake stress. It’s a learning curve sometimes, this baking malarkey.

I’ve finally got back to playlisting! I’m sure everyone’s missed my invaluable input to their Spotify lives… This week’s is based on the 30 Day Song Challenge that’s going about Facebook at the mo – these are the first 15 tracks, which represent the following:

day 01 – your favorite song
day 02 – your least favorite song
day 03 – a song that makes you happy
day 04 – a song that makes you sad
day 05 – a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 – a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 – a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 – a song that you know all the words to
day 09 – a song that you can dance to
day 10 – a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 – a song from your favorite band
day 12 – a song from a band you hate
day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 – a song that describes you

I’ve tried not to duplicate tunes already in other playlists, though Cee Lo Green really is my favourite right now… Some of them were hard to choose, and a couple are new discoveries from searching Spotify tonight – see if you can guess which ones. We


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