Every year at this time I
Let me give you the back story. I have a best friend of 53 years. Growing up, her mom was THE best cook. Unlike
Anyway - so every fall, Aunt Mary took a day and made a sh*tload of Zwetschenkuchen which is Plum Kuchen or Plum cake. It's a German thing! Well - when I tell you this cake was to DIE for? I LOVED her Plum Kuchen. The smell, the taste? OMGGGG.
So now, every fall, I try to make Zwetschenkuchen. Try - being the operative word - because it just never comes out like hers. I CAN duplicate the smell and the taste but the texture of her wonderful yeast dough? I SUCK at making yeast breads.
So a few weeks ago, I was in the Italian market in the next town over and I spotted Italian Plums and bought a bag full. A few days later I flipped through my zillion, organized recipes...NOT.
(Sharlene - check out the recipe showing! LOL!!!!)
And finally found the sweet dough recipe. (I have the actual Kuchen recipe in my head.) Found it! Then I realized I didn't have any yeast in the house. Like why would I??? Hello? I suck at yeast bread. Hence - I don't make it. Hence - no yeast in the house.
So a few days later I FINALLY remembered to buy yeast and as I'm walking down the baking ingredients aisle, I pass the flour. Do I need flour? Nahhhh - impossible.
Get home...yup. No flour. Sigh. Grrrrrrr!
Now it's a few days later - I stop and buy flour, head home and I'm on a mission. I open the fridge...
...husband ate nearly all the plums...
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?????????
So today I go to the store - no Italian Plums. Damnit. I'm making this f'ing kuchen if it's the last thing I do. Bought a mess of regular crappy plums and went home and whipped up the ugliest yeast dough I have ever seen. AWFUL. TERRIBLE. I JUST don't understand!!!! So I threw it in my Kitchen-aid mixer. Attached the dough hook, added some warm water and made not even a passable dough, but carried on.
Looks odd, huh? (It's unbaked.) Well - so I went hiking with my German friend Erika (she immigrated in the 60's) Wednesday and I was telling her I was going home to make Zwetschenkuchen. She asked me how I make it and I told her
Soo - just took it out of the oven...
And where's the JOY, you ask?
Follow-thru. The JOY is in the follow-thru. I made the damn Zwetschenkuchen. Day 16 JOY.
Are those tears of JOY or tears of despair?