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My name is Bridie, and I am a 27 year old female who wishes to share with you her life in cakes.

The trouble with cake is that it doesn't last very long, and when you have slaved over a hot stove and turned your kitchen into a bomb site only to have crumbs left as evidence, you start to wonder....if a cake gets eaten in a kitchen, and no one sees it, was it really baked?

From now on, I'm going to make a fuss about my baking, and make every week a tea party. I'm going to prove you can have your cake and eat it. The aim is to bake something different each week and give you a taste of the creations via this blog. Armed with my wooden spoon in one hand and an oven glove in the other, I am embarking on a journey that will take me to the final frontier of sugary delights. From the perils of Baked Alaska, to the glory of a Manchester Tart - who knows where this quest will lead! Join me to find out 'What Bridie Baked'....

Monday, 26 July 2010

Cake 21 - Physics Themed Cakes


This week's special edition of 'What Bridie Baked' comprises of a joint effort between myself and my cousin Rosie, and involves the combining of our individual talents for a shared vision. Our mission was to bake physics themed cakes for Rosie's last day as a publishing editor at IOP Publishing; the creators of respected physics journals.

We set out to push the boundaries of cookery and science, and prove that the combination of physics and cake is less like chalk and cheese, and more of a marriage made in heaven. With my baking prowess and Rosie's physics expertise, surely this was a pairing that could take us all the way to the Nobel Prize, Masterchef, and beyond?

Before our cake partnership could begin, I first had to endure the 4 hour train journey from Chester to Bristol Temple Meads. Meanwhile back at the ranch, Rosie had bought ingredients, and selected an array of physics inspired decorations to knock the socks off even the most apathetic physicist. Unless they're Einstein - he didn't wear any socks.

After arriving in Bristol and having a catch up over a Chinese take-away, we got started with the cake baking. It's always difficult cooking away from home, as you never know where the utensils are or how to work the oven. Fortunately, I had Rosie on hand as my glamorous assistant.

In the absence of a food mixer, we took it in turns to mix all the ingredients together with a fork until we had something that resembled cake mixture. It looked and tasted very good, proving that if you've got a strong arm and a good whisk action, you don't need fancy utensils to bake a cake. We spooned the mixture into muffin cases and miniature cake cases, and put on a baking tray in a hot oven.

The next and most crucial stage was the decoration. This was the stage that was to turn our plain cupcakes into works of scientific art. At our disposal we had pink and blue butter cream, white chocolate stars, multi-coloured sugar stars, sparkle dust, and some strange spiky sugar balls that Rosie thought looked like exploding nuclei. While mixing together the butter and icing sugar, I also did a quick demonstration of Newton's Law of Gravity by knocking the blue food colouring all over the work surface.


Rosie had also bought some rum flavouring, which we added to the butter cream. We wondered what the secret ingredient must be in this flavouring to make it taste of rum, and upon reading the label discovered it was, in fact, rum. I was a bit concerned about the cakes stinking out her offices with their potent alcoholic scent, but we decided to throw caution to the wind and use it anyway. After all, it was Rosie's last day and the probability of her being sacked was low.

So, how does one represent the Universe in a Cake Case? Well, we have formulated some theories on that issue. Collectively, they represent chaos theory, especially when you take into consideration the tip we made in the kitchen. Rosie thinks that they evoke the notion of subatomic particles or atomic nuclei, and perhaps the most striking image is the one of a cake about to be swallowed up by my ‘black cake-hole.’


The cakes tasted out of this world, and the heavily decorated topping created a taste explosion. Kind of like the Big Bang, in a good way. Maybe it was the rum flavouring talking, but we also received a lot of compliments from Rosie’s colleagues.


So, did we succeed in our mission? Share your view and leave us a comment.

Monday, 19 July 2010

Cake 20 - Pineapple Upside-down Cake


This week I went retro, and decided it was time to bring back that old favourite ‘Pineapple Upside-down Cake’. This topsy turvy treat is one of my all time favourites, and I can remember my mother baking it when I was a kid. There’s nothing like a good slice of nostalgia!

After last week’s Whoopie Pies, I was looking for a cake that was a little less labour intensive, and not as messy. I was still picking up hundreds and thousands from the kitchen floor as late as yesterday, after my enthusiastic sprinkling. Poor Miffy (the house rabbit) must have felt like she was slipping on marbles all week!

The great thing about a pineapple upside-down cake is that it’s very easy to make. I don’t even need a recipe book to make this cake. It’s just a basic sponge recipe poured into a round tin over the pineapple rings, with cherries in the middle. So when Tobey woke me from my sleep to ask what I wanted from the supermarket on Sunday morning, I was able to rattle off a list of ingredients with the speed and accuracy of ‘The Rain Man.’

The preparation went according to plan, and I even got transported back to my childhood by drinking the pineapple juice from the tinned pineapple. Unlike my childhood, I risked life and lip by drinking it straight from the tin. What would my mother say?! After an hour of cooking on a low heat, the cake was ready, and the kitchen smelt like a tropical paradise.

Tobey had a slice or two, and I took a third of the cake to my friend Julie’s house. This is the same Julie who suggested Whoopie Pies, and who has been a loyal follower of this blog.

We had a wonderful dinner, followed by my pineapple upside-down cake, with strawberries on the side. It was delicious, and even Julie’s Dad who said he wasn’t keen on pineapple in cakes, was converted.

All that is left of the cake now is the rejected glace cherries on the cake board. I have a love hate relationship with glace cherries. Their radioactive glow is great from a decoration point of view, but they have a very over-processed sugary taste that’s a bit over the top sometimes.

Julie’s mum Doris very kindly gave me a fabulous ‘Cakes of the World’ recipe book, which I will be baking something out of very soon.

Next week though, we have a ‘What Bridie Baked’ extravaganza where I will be baking physics themed cakes, with my cousin Rosie in Bristol.

Watch this space!

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Cake 16 - Whoopie Pies


When my friend Julie suggested I should make Whoopie Pies, I thought she was being vulgar and rude. The word ‘Whoopie’ hasn’t crossed my mind since my friend thought it would be funny to put one of those noisy inflatable cushions on my chair.

After a bit of googling, I found out that whoopie pies are the latest baking craze, and make cupcakes look like last year's jumper. I thought I was quite up to date on baking affairs, but it seems that the whole whoopie pie phenomenon has really passed me by - until now.

Let me start off by telling you that I love a good craze. All through my life I have become addicted to passing fads. When I was 9 it was WWF (Wrestling not Wildlife), when I was 15 it was Sun-In hair lightener (much to the detriment of my fringe), between the age of 19 and 21 I ate scampi in every single restaurant I went to (which was tricky at Chinese and Indians), and more recently I've embraced my inner teen by falling head over heels for the vampire craze.

These love affairs can be very intense, and although they don't last forever I always throw myself into them wholeheartedly. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that whoopie pies are my new best friend, and I might be blogging about them for a while. Cupcakes are dead, long live the whoopie pie!



I thought I'd start off with a recipe I found in a food magazine for Vanilla Whoopie Pies. To those of you who aren't sure what whoopie pies are, they're a cross between a macaroon and a victoria sandwich cake (but mini) - both of which are featured on this blog!

This particular recipe contained butter milk, which I have never used before. I had a little taste of it from the carton, but I have to say it was pretty revolting on its own. This didn't inspire me with much confidence, but I was determined to trust the recipe, and cooks usually swear by it, not at it.

After I had combined the butter, sugar, egg and buttermilk to form a batter I poured into a piping bag (as recommended by the recipe) and prepared for things to get messy. I'm still not very well practiced with a piping bag, so piping the little whoopie circles on the baking tray required full ‘mouth open’ concentration. To my surprise...it went well!


When they were baked and cooled, I sandwiched butter cream between the outer shells, and iced the top of the whoopie pies. A good sprinkle of hundreds and thousands added a little bit of crunch. The result had me shouting 'whoopie', and the butter milk added a different dimension to the recipe.

This week’s taste panel included Tobey, his Mum and Dad, and me. All agreed that Whoopie Pies are the sweet treat to beat.

That's all for now, but if you want more then you can now look at my cakes on Flickr!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/whatbridiebaked/

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Cake 15 - Hazel's Birthday Cupcakes


On Saturday it was another beautiful sunny day in the North West of England. It's officially the season to show off sunburnt beer bellies, buy plastic cutlery, re-discover Nobbly Bobbly's, irritate the neighbours with excessive lawn mowing at anti-social hours, and drink Pimms while the ever present threat of a hose pipe ban looms over us.

On days like this, most of us make do with dipping our feet in a kids paddling pool or going swimming in the pond, but it just so happened that on this spectacularly sunny day I was invited to a party with a hired hot tub! Well, more of a cold tub actually, but that suited us just fine in the current weather conditions.





So what does one bake when going to a cold tub party? I couldn't think of any underwater snacks off the top of my head, so I decided that I would make some birthday themed cupcakes to mark the hosts, (Hazel's) birthday. Cupcakes are easy to eat, and although some crumbs will always find their way into the filter, I'm sure the hot tub company have encountered much much worse.

I made a basic sponge mixture, and spooned a couple of teaspoons into each cupcake case. I didn't want to over fill them, because I wanted room to do some fancy decorating.


I made two batches of butter cream, one pink and one white. I used my super-dooper new piping bag to ice pink strawberry flavour swirls on half the cakes, and sprinkled them with sparkly edible powder and pink and white sugar stars. On the other half, I spread the plain butter cream over the cupcakes with a device to create a wavy surface, and then piped Hazel's age on top in pink.

As I had one malformed rejected cupcake, and enough spare icing, I decided to make Tobey a cute little cake of his own. I have included the picture for your amusement. Not all cakes have to be perfect, we all like a bit of fun.


The car journey was a critical stage in the life of these cupcakes. The sun was beating down so hard, I thought they might melt before we got there. The many roundabouts and traffic lights almost saw them splattered on the windscreen a few times too. If someone invents seatbelts for cupcakes, contact me - I want some.

It was a lovely afternoon. Bubbles were added to the cold tub, clothes got soaked, the dog played football on the lawn, and spending time with friends was the icing on the cupcake. Thanks Hazel, and happy birthday.

Coming soon, another instalment of rate my apron! You won’t believe your eyes.