Today Dear Readers is the tale of a disaster. No, not this past weekend's supposed Rapture that never was but The Bienenstich cake disaster to be specific. Oh I had all sorts of mighty plans of conquering the world with this or just bringing this to someone's birthday (who shall remain nameless because I don't want them to ask me where their cake was). But fate decided that it was not to be.
A former boss had once commended my cool under pressure during a meeting to one of my assistants. She likened me to a swan peddling furiously under water while staying calm on the surface. Whilst this was nice, this was not my usual modus operandi. If I am in crisis I let people know! I am not the graceful swan but that clucking chicken running around. And this is one of those instances.
Beinenstich or bee sting cake is a German cake that I first encountered in the Barossa Valley of South Australia. Smitten with this gorgeous soft briochey type of bread filled with custard and topped with buttery sugared almonds I knew it was only a matter of time before I tried to duplicate it at home. Little did I anticipate that it would all turn to custard-literally.
The custard in the centre is a gorgeously sweet and thick concoction. In fact from looking at the ingredients, you pretty much have the same custard as the stuff that fills those amazing Portuguese custard tarts. All I had to do was whip a little butter and then whip the custard and whipped butter together and I would have the custard buttercream of my dreams. Or so I thought.
The rest of the cake was done easily. I simplified the dough recipe and it didn't seem to suffer for it and despite the fact that I had run out of slivered almonds and just used roughly chopped and sliced almonds (I started slicing them individually before realising that I had better things to do so I popped them in the food processor for some rough love) the cake part baked to a glorious bronzed beauty. I split it and then went for the custard. It seemed too watery and liquid so I put it in the fridge for half an hour hoping that it would firm up, much like a regular buttercream does.
I opened the fridge and to my horror refrigeration had turned it grainy. This was the custard that only just before was silky soft and gorgeous. I consoled myself with the fact that if The Rapture actually happened then I wouldn't have to deal with the mess. Of course The Rapture was an anticlimax and the world kept spinning and I wondered what would be the explanation will be for this second round of rapture fail?
This Bienestich cake if you look at it from the top looks just fine and perhaps Mr NQN seeing this as over 6 feet tall would see no issues at all. But as a foot shorter all I can see is le disaster! So there it was, custardy inner dribbling out of the centre and I stuck a fork in just because I had spent so long baking the damn thing. The bread was sweet and soft sweetened and softened even more by the custard. The lemon zest and cinnamon gave the bread a bit more mystique and interest and the baked on caramelised butter and nut layer was just sticky, sweet nutty heaven and had appealingly dripped down the sides of the bread.
Is there such a thing as a disaster story with a deliciously happy ending? Perhaps in the case of The Rapture and this cake there is!
And in some much less disastrous news (much the opposite in fact), I was featured in the new issue of HOME Ideas magazine! I'm so honoured to be one of their "Best Clicks" and very, very chuffed to be the office favourite blog too! Time for a Happy Dance! :)
So tell me Dear Reader, have you ever had a cake or cooking disaster? And are you a calm person under pressure or do you panic? And did you believe that the world was going to end the other day or know anyone that did?
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