The drying rack in my kitchen is a good indication of just how excessive my evening cooking/baking spree was. It’s overflowing with dishes. That and my exceedingly full stomach.
This evening’s menu consisted of Homemade Gnocchi with Walnut Pesto followed by a very indulgent Stout and Chocolate Cupcake. I only managed one cupcake, I think the lengthy cooking and baking process had me full before I even started eating, but my flatmate was very excited about the prospect of eating them.
When I spent my Erasmus year of University in Padova in Italy I lived with a lovely Italian girl called Giusy (short for Giuseppina which she hated). Contrary to many Italian’s her cooking wasn’t particularly great, except for her excellent sugo di pomodoro (tomato sauce) and her espresso, the aroma of which woke me every morning. Anyway, her family was from Naples and her mother was an absolutely fabulous cook, the results of which we often indulged in.
One Sunday afternoon in the summer Giusy and I decided we would make gnocchi from scratch, something neither of us had done before. She called her mum, got the recipe and we proceeded to open a bottle of wine, not just regular wine, but potent local wine from her home town which got us tipsy very quickly. After a glass or so we painstakingly made the gnocchi; boiled the potatoes, added flour and mixed it all together, rolled it out and cut the pastry into pieces after which we put them into boiling salted water.
We were very unprepared for the gooey mush that ended up in the sieve after a few minutes of boiling. It was literally slightly cooked mashed potatoes. We had absolutely no idea what we had done wrong. But thanks to the bottle of wine and the delicious sugo Giusy had already made we managed to rectify the meal with some quick cook spaghetti.
Today for the first time since that memorable day I decided once again to try my hand at cooking gnocchi from scratch. This time without a bottle of wine and with a recipe book (it turns out you need an egg as well as flour and potato to make the mixture). The only thing that went wrong during today’s culinary experiment was that the batteries of the weighing scales decided to give up on me half way through cooking. Thankfully it wasn’t that crucial and the result was surprisingly tasty, especially with the Walnut Pesto which I made with capers, parsley, garlic and loads of Grana Padana.
But before I even started making the gnocchi I was busy baking my Stout and Chocolate Cupcakes topped with chocolate ganache, which turned out to be seriously good if I may say so myself. My boyfriend has cleverly developed a sneaky habit of sending me recipes, usually of cakes or biscuits, the message of these recipes not being particularly subtle. He’s lucky I like baking and even more eating the result, so I usually oblige!
The cupcakes were supposed to be topped with chocolate covered pretzels, but they are apparently a speciality that is not to be found in London, so I had to do without. They were pretty straightforward to make, my only slight problem was that the recipe was in cups and my absolutely awful maths meant that it took me ages to figure out the measurements and then I had to halve them as I didn’t want to make 34 cupcakes, but it all ended well.
As for my choice of stout, there was never going to be a question about that, it was always going to be Guinness! I added a few espresso granules and vanilla extract to balance out the bitterness of the Guinness, added flour, eggs, sugar and cocoa and hey presto, 20 minutes later a tray of gorgeously moist and chocolaty cupcakes came out of the oven.
So all in all a pretty successful and very indulgent evening of cooking. I’ve already got some ideas for next Sunday … watch this space!