Friday, 19 December 2008

The story of a cheesecake





... with a long preface, the best creamy texture ever and a sort-of-fruity Mexican twist.

Once, long ago when we lived in Canada, my Mom took my little sister, then baby sister, to Saskatchewan-Saskatoon-somewhere for a week to attend a wedding.  Dad was thus left in charge of yours truly and the older sister. Hee-haw.

It was a fun week in many ways, because Dad, for some reason, was all for breaking the rules and letting us have as many chocolates as we wanted. Probably because he didn't know the rules were one chocolate a day. Also, we ate fajitas. Every day, for breakfast and lunch. Years later, when questioned, he claimed that we liked them fine, so why make anything else? This, by the way, is a good example of my Dad's Attitude Towards Life. Find some great jeans? Buy another pair or two, why not? Who's going to care all your jeans are the same, they're GREAT JEANS! Same goes for shoes! And wine! And desk chairs! There's always storage.

Anyways, long story short, this experience left upon us kids the impression that, great as Daddy was at rationing chocolate and giving lunch money and inventing algorithms or whatever they paid him to do, he just wasn't much of a cook.

Whenever the subject comes up, he reminds us that he did live alone in Canada for several years before even meeting Mom, and totally cooked for himself to survive, and good food, too. And remember that time four years ago that he cooked us some shrimp? Also, HE CAN BAKE CHEESECAKE. And everyone always said it was great cheesecake, so there.




For years we scoffed at this claim, and said sure sure, but we've never seen you bake cheesecake, and why don't you bake a cheesecake, and then we'd all say nah, let's go out and get sushi, and we'd go out and get sushi and then maybe ice cream and buy a few new office chairs.

And then, not too long ago, I was looking at cheesecake recipes and thought, hey, wouldn't it be cool if I baked a mango cheesecake? A yummy, exotic, Mexican kind of cheesecake? And at some point Dad said well you know what my specialty cheesecake was? AVOCADO! And we were all AVOCADO? YES AVOCADO! 

And then all of a sudden, Dad was making avocado cheesecake for our September family party, and we stared in wonder and peeled avocados with him. 

It turns out, also all of a sudden, that everyone has heard of my Dad's mythical avocado cheesecake. A cousin even reported that some high mathematician at her University once said, upon discovering that she was related to my Dad, "The only thing I like about your uncle is his avocado cheesecake". And you can quote that on his biography.

(My Dad is really isn't such a terrible person. He does occasionally suffer from bad temper, especially when it comes to Important Mathematical Stuff and Spending Too Much Money, but he makes up for it in buying chocolate and other nice things. It's his way of showing he cares. That and hair ruffling, but the dog is the only one who takes real pleasure in that. We prefer conversation and fine dining.)

The Cheesecake was a hit. Aunts and uncles told stories about parties they'd host when they were young starring The Cheesecake, the cousins retold the ancient legends they'd been told about it, and we, not to be outdone, told our fajita story. 


It's the Titanic!


A couple of weeks later, my apparently inspired aunt sent my cousin over to bake up a coffee version of this cheesecake to serve up the next day at her husband's - my uncle's - birthday. The photos in this post are actually of that cake (which by the way turned out a gorgeous color) due to technical trouble on behalf of the avocado cheesecake (aka, it got eaten).

Now let's talk about the recipe. It's adapted from The Joy of Cheesecake's chimpanzee cheesecake. Apparently, my parents tried several recipes from the Joy but eventually decided that the chimpanzee was the best, and just stick to that and flavor it according to what they wanted, most of the time. The creaminess is to die for, it has a lovely texture. I strongly encourage you to try the avocado version. While subtle, the rich velvet flavor and texture of the avocado do shine through. Plus, it's green!

So, here is the basic recipe:

Avocado Cheesecake

1 pound cream cheese
3/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons lemon juice
2 large eggs
1 cup sour cream
1 cup mashed avocado, just flesh (obviously; simply skin and pit and mash into your measuring cup, remember to look for avocados whose skin yields slightly to a firm touch)
Extra sugar

Beat together cream cheese, sugar and lemon juice. Add eggs, one at a time, beating thoroughly after each. Beat in avocado and sour cream. At this point, taste the batter and add sugar according to taste. The original recipe is for a banana cheesecake, so you have to add quite a bit to make up for the avocado's non-sweetness. It's really up to you how sweet you want it, though I recommend a bit of generosity with the sugar.

Pour mixture into prepared crust and bake at 350 for 1 hour. Cool in the oven, with the door propped open, until the cake is at room temperature. Chill.

Variations: Other types of fruit, adjust sugar accordingly. For coffee cheesecake, simply disolve as much coffee as you want in a small volume of water and add instead of fruit. If you're feeling fancy, save a bit of coffee, then just before popping your cake in the oven, pour in a spiral shape and use a knife to draw lines from the center to the crust, forming a web-like pattern. We were feeling fancy, but we forgot.

By the way, Photobucket is being freaking slooooow today. Why?

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Día de Muertos at the UNAM



Monday, 27 October 2008

The opposite

Of baking, that is. A month ago I passed my exam to be a BodyAttack instructor (lots of pain, sweat, panting and training, so yay), and yesterday was my first ever launch.


Reenie at the far right. Banner reads: 'Everything else was just a warmup'

Bit of background: If you've never heard of BodyAttack, it's one of Les Mills' Body Systems group-fitness programs. BodyAttack is all about interval cardio with a bit of strength training stuffed into an incredibly powerful and up-beat hour, with a burn of up to 800 calories per class. That's at high intensity, of course, and for normal-sized people... small creatures such as myself obviously burn less. Still, that's how I get away with the amount of chocolate I eat.

As instructors, we receive a new 'mix' every three months, which is basically new music and choreography. Then we go and do a big schmancy launch of the new mix at our gyms. Well, ok, people who have actual proper contracts do. Right now I just share classes with instructors at my gym (as in, the gym I have a membership to). Like I go to the gym to take the class as a participant and the official Body Attack teacher goes, "Hey, Reenie, wanna give class today? You can do the first half" and I'll go "Yay!". So, yeah, no money for me yet, but I'm hoping to install classes at the university, eventually.


I'm nearest the camera, pondering the existence of my hands, or something


Anyways, yesterday was the launch at my gym, and I was invited to give the class along with the gym's  two official instructors and my trainer for the BodyAttack exam (I still have nightmares where he forces me to run and run until I think I can't take another step, and he just won't let me stop). It was sooo cool. It's just so thrilling to be part of a bunch of people moving and jumping and yelling and looking generally ridiculous but athletic.

So yeah, um, look at the exciting photos. And try Body Attack if you get a chance. At my gym there's also BodyPump, BodyBalance and BodyCombat, and the launch included all their new mixes, too. I do them all regulary except for BodyCombat, 'cause it's also cardio. It's probably the most succesful of all the BS programs, though.


My head is apparently smaller than everyone else's, 'cause the microphone refused to stay in place


Hm, I just drank a glass of water that was on my desk and it tasted really weird. Now that I think about it, I believe it's been there for a few days already. Ewww.

Friday, 17 October 2008

Bappy Belated Hirthday, Lalli!



You know I've mentioned my sister is a real Japan freak? It turns out, at 16, she's freakier than ever, thank goodness. This mister is Domo-kun, the mascot of NHK, a Japanese TV station.

Oh yes we did. Domo-kun was lightly orange flavored, with orange glaze and chocolate fudgy icing. He has since been sliced, served, enjoyed and digested.




That's it for now, folks. Calculus and headaches have kept me busy lately... I hate Calculus.

HATE it.

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Japanexican food

Stuff I don't like about Mexico City:

-Traffic and bad drivers (about 99%)
-Weird old perverts who whistle at you or make obscene, breathless comments
-People who push and shove to get into public transport first, even if there are people trying to get out and the door closes in 5 seconds (I'm looking at you, Miss Pink Cowboy Boots)
-I live too far South for the Sushi People to deliver

Stuff I like about Mexico City:

-Obligatory stop for Latin American and North American music tours (yay, Dimmu Borgir in October, Haggard in January!)
-Lots of interesting museum expositions and stuff like
-Availability of street foods such as: churros, esquites, corn on the cob, dulce de leche, cajeta, mexican candy
-Existence of Mikasa, authentic Japanese supermarket (even though the trip is three times longer than to get to the nearest sushi place)

The cool thing about Mexico City is, it's so big and busy, there's something of everything, inculding Japanese stuff. I hereby show off to you our latest loot from Mikasa, the Japanese supermaket it takes about 2 hours to get to:



See the Moomin plates? How cool am I, huh?

And since I'm showing off, here's the Mexican Candy bf brought me from Queretaro a while back: that gooey caramel stuff is cajeta, and the other is a roll-y, sweet chewy thing with layers of guayaba and caramel.



Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Salmon pasta with pesto and garbanzo veggie burgers


As in, the pasta is Italian and made with salmon, and I made pesto to accompany it.

Yay! I cooked an actual meal! 

I have several lovely bags of pasta I bought on my trip to Europe last year, and so far they're basically untouched. I was saving them for my birthday, but other things came up and I ended up going out for sushi instead, with fried ice-cream in caramel sauce for dessert, as a special treat... and then Costco cheesecake in the evening. An then an hour of high-intensity, cardio interval training. Jigglly jiggly. I usually eat more or less healthy, so it all had a rather unpleasant effect on my stomach. Seriously, fried ice-cream... so worth it.

Whoops, got off track. Anyways.

So that was about a month and a half ago. Last weekend I thought I should probably check the expiry dates, and lo and behold, the salmon pasta expired in October. Coincidently the one I've been itching to try.

I looked around at lots of recipes to honor my pretty Italian foodstuff, but in the end I decided on simple basil and pine nut pesto, hoping the salmon flavor would shine through. It turned out just right, since properly speaking my pesto could have done with more basil (I picked it from our potted herb garden out on the porch, so I was afraid of killing our poor little plants), but it didn't overpower the salmon.

I followed the chopping method described at 101 cookbooks and composed a recipe out of several I found around the net. Bf, who came over to help, and I chopped for over an hour. My poor, poor fingers.


To add some protein to the meal, I made a variation on the Ultimate Veggie Burger, also from 101 cookbooks (this blog is turning into one giant review of her recipes, isn't it?). I didn't have cilantro on hand, so I flavored it with some curry powder and mediterranean spices, and it was lovely. The use of lemon in this recipe was surprisingly awesome, it really adds a nice little punch.

 I wish I had the time and patience to cook like this all the time. Well, maybe. I really love pasta, but have little control over myself around it. Pasta every day would probably make me very fat, but happily so.

Basil pesto

2 cups basil, packed
3 cloves of garlic
1/3 cup pine nuts
1/3 cup real parmesan cheese
olive oil
salt and pepper to taste (at the table)

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Cookies for Sibelius


Of all the pets my bf left behind when he moved to Mexico City, Sibelius was his best friend. Before the move, bf and Sibelius would sleep together every night, arms and paws draped over each other.  

One time, the supply of Cat Chow ran out, and Sibelius was meekly offered Whiskas instead. Sibelius looked up at his poor, clueless humans 'You don't actually expect me to eat... oh wait, you're serious? Really? Oh, never mind. Don't worry, I can get my own food.' Sibelius calmly stepped outside. There was a yelp, the sound of a quick scuffle, and silence. Out in the yard, Bruja, their black lab, was shivering in a corner while Sibelius camly lapped up her kibble. 

Who would have known? Last Thursday, Sibelius was taken to the animal hospital, gravely sick after two rainy nights in a row of partying. A few hours later he passed away. It turned out that he'd had a bad heart all his life, despite that fact that he never showed the slightest hint of pain. Needless to say, bf is terribly proud of his furry little warrior.


Anyways, in my own little world, half a batch of cookies for yourself is a very comforting thing, so that's what I baked for bf (the other half was polished off by my family). At first he was terribly sad, but he's better now. He spent last calculus class humming and drawing winged cats in his notebook. I find it comforting to think that Sibelius had a happier life than most of us humans probably ever will. Cats just are that cool, the little creeps.

Perfect chocolate chip cookies

2 1/2 cups flour, sifted
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 cup butter (or slightly less, as low as 3/4 cups)
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups chocolate chip cookies (or less, depending on your tastes; it's a lot of chips, but I like them that way)

Mix flour, baking soda and salt, set aside. Beat together butter and sugar, keep beating and add eggs and vanilla. Using a large spoon, mix in dry ingredients, then chocolate chips. Bake at 190C (375F) until edges are golden brown.