Tags: baking, Brown Butter, chocolate chips, Pecans, raspberries, Recipe, streusel, Streusel Cake
I love warm rainy days in the spring and summer. I love the scent of lilacs. I love the smell of Fall. I love when someone brushes my hair. Are you gagging yet? Well you won’t be when I tell you what I love next.
I love streusel..lots and lots of streusel. Who doesn’t? I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who doesn’t love streusel. However, I know plenty of people who hate the scent of lilacs, abhor rainy days, despise Fall because it’s the official end of summer, and can’t stand someone else brushing, much less touching, their hair.
Tags: baking, Brioche, Chocolate, Chocolate Sticky Buns, cinnamon, Orange, Orange Juice, Orange Sticky Buns, Orange Supremes, Orange Zest, Pecans, Recipe, Sticky Buns
I made these sticky buns over a week ago, the photos processed, resized and ready to go, but I couldn’t write the post to go with it. There’s been a lot going on in my life – so with all the drawn blanks I let it sit until I could write something that wasn’t boring or viscous. I finally decided to write about my first ‘true’ love. We all have one of those, right? It’s loaded with corn and cheese, but a great memory. Don’t worry, I will get to these fabulous, gooey sticky ‘bad boy’ buns.
When I was in High School, I had a thing for bad boys. Not necessarily boys who did bad things, but boys who probably weren’t going to become doctors or lawyers, or even attend college for that matter. Not dumb, just tough, hard-working, strong boys with a dash of danger – the type that scared your parents just a little bit god forbid you marry one. Bad boys like a young Matt Dillon, or Jared Leto as Jordan Catalano on My So -Called Life – you get the gist.
I lived in a pretty affluent town. Most of the residents had loads of money, old and new, as did the residents of the other town that used our High School because they didn’t have a High School – probably because it was even more affluent than our town and didn’t want some old High School decreasing the palatial estate property values.
Most of the guys were clean-cut and super-duper spoiled. Even the ones who looked like bad boys were wealthier than the clean-cut guys, and the Phish/Deadhead stoners were even wealthier than the rich guys who looked like bad boys. I’m not saying there weren’t some great guys in the bunch, I just wasn’t feeling it on a crushy, puppy love scale.
I guess there were just too many of them and after a while, any attraction I had poofed as I grew up. It was the same old same old – stepford boys who were gifted brand new porsches and corvettes the minute they got their learner permits – not driver’s license, learner permits! Some celeb’s kids were dropped off in limos. Really vulgar displays of wealth at times.
I was the opposite of a gold digger. The tough, brooding, blue-collar cutie with natural grit and sexy, deep voices, made me weak in the knees. The type of guy who would always defend your honor and not hide under a table when a fight broke out at a party (Yes, one of the rich boys I dated did just that). Ladies, have we all not had at least one moment like THIS, in some form, sans the dyslexic talk?
Turn this upside down……..
Well, I finally found my ultimate bad boy, or rather, he found me. It was the summer of my 15th year (going on 16) of life, at the Jersey Shore, before the show of the same name completely bastardized it and turned it into something that it was the polar opposite of when I was a teen.
Back then, it was all about the beach, the boardwalk, parties, and rock/pop music- not the tanning salons (they’ve got the beach as their front or backyard, for chrissake) and discos you see on TV. There were no Snookis in my Seaside. In fact, the only time I saw guidos and guidettes was on Sundays when they would drive down in troves and swarm the beach and boardwalk like fruit flies to a rotting apple, a mass of muscles, suntan oil and strong cologne.
Lasers of sun reflected off their gold chains, blinding us as they sauntered down the boardwalk in their tight wifebeaters, making all kinds of lewd remarks and gestures to women. Eating an ice cream cone was grounds for;
“Oh man, I wish I wazzat ice cream cone…come mere, baby…tawk ta me!”
It was only one or two days a week and everyone has a right to enjoy the shore, so no big deal. However, I probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much now if it’s like that 7 days a week. Since the TV show started airing, Seaside Heights is a sticky fly trap for them.
So, I finally met my ‘dream guy’.
…….and you get this
It was an uncharacteristically chilly night for August, so I was wearing an over-sized jean jacket over a thin, lacy white mini skirt and top, my arms crossed tight, wrapping the too long sleeves around myself like a straitjacket. My best friend and I were on the Casino Pier watching some hunky guy climb to the top of a pirate ship ride to fix it, with shock and awe. She was scoping him out big time, (blue-collar boys didn’t have the luxury of free summer vacations like we did – they had to work to play), hoping he would notice her once he was finished. Suddenly, she nudged me hard in the ribs and said loudly, so I could hear her over the music, right into the deepest part of my ear canal, which made me jump – ouch;
“That really hot guy that works on the bumper cars is trying to get your attention…OMG, Lisa..LOOK!”
I had seen this guy a few nights before and nearly melted into a puddle of goo, but there were too many girls standing around trying to get his attention, and frankly, I was way too young, insecure and shy to even consider joining the fray of adoration.
I turned my head and there he was, signing to me by rubbing his arms and mouthing ‘Are you cold?”. I nodded ‘Yes’. He gave me a huge smile, then shouted out..
“Come over here, it’s warmer”
I don’t even remember how I got there. I couldn’t feel my feet, much less my legs, but soon I was standing before him. Ironically, ‘Walking on the Moon’ by the Police was the song that was playing on the classic rock station he had blasting for the ride. I was most certainly walking on the moon, not to mention over it. I’d never felt this in my entire, albeit brief, life. Sure, I’d dated and had crushes, but no one had ever lifted my body and soul off the earth like this.. in less than a minute. The colorful lights of the rides and attractions turned into a kaleidoscope of blur – but his beautiful face, shiny, thick, light brown hair, barely brushing against his collar, and blue, blue eyes were perfectly, and the only thing, in focus. Third degree tunnel vision. Then, he spoke, his voice deep, tough and sexy;
“Feeling warmer? What’s your name?” he asked with a small, sexy smile. He had the nicest lips I’d ever seen on a guy.
I’m pretty sure I said “Lisa”. but my friend repeated it, so it probably wasn’t very audible.
After the usual “Where are you from? Where are you staying? How long are you here for?”, questions, he asked me how old I was. I gained some sense of clarity (landed on earth) for a moment and asked him the same before I gave him my answer.
“18″ He responded, almost too quickly.
When you’re a teenager. a 3-year age difference is akin to a 50-year-old man dating a 20-year-old woman, intellectually, at least. A 15-year-old would be a ‘kid’ to him. I was jail bait.
“I’m..I’m…17″ I responded, LYING.
I hated myself, but I never wanted someone so much in my life. I felt like I would die if he didn’t want me. I’d never felt a desire so powerful.
He asked me if I wanted to do something when he got off work. YES YES YES I screamed inwardly, but I kept it as cool as I could bear. I was 17, after all!
“Sure.” I replied breezily, as if I was so accustomed to being asked out by super hot guys. Ha!
As luck would have it, the hunky guy my friend was checking out, the one who bravely climbed the ‘what seemed to be’ thousand foot tall ride as fast as a monkey up a tree, was also 18, and his friend. So, he would be there too. It was all too perfect.
The problem was, we were 15, we had a curfew and that curfew was midnight. However, a loophole! Since it was a weekday, only my mother was at the beach house because my father only came down on weekends due to work. She was easy to sneak out on – we’d been doing it since we’d arrived a few days before.
He asked us to meet them by the carousel around midnight. We decided to go home early so my mother would fall asleep, content that we were home and safe, giving us plenty of time to sneak out and be there at 12:00 am on the dot. Everything went as planned, and soon we were scurrying up the ramp to the boardwalk to begin our trek to really hot, older guys who like us!
I was still floating from the initial meeting…walking on the moon, not feeling my feet as we hurried down the boardwalk, lest we were a minute late. I’d never felt so alive. The salt air was blowing my hair every which way, the sound of crashing waves in the dark night were beautiful music, and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy was getting stronger with each step, where the ‘perfect’ guy was waiting for me. As the lights grew brighter and the music louder, I looked up. There he was..his face breaking out in a huge smile, the best smile I’d ever seen on a guy.
“Hi, I’m so glad you showed up”, he said in that tough, sexy Matt Dillonesque voice that somehow didn’t completely jibe with his amazing face (sorta like Matt Dillon), but that’s exactly how I liked my fantasy ’bad boys’. Once again, I felt myself melting into a puddle of goo.
Where are my legs? I can’t feel them! Oh, there they are – they just turned into rods of JELL-O.
We couldn’t stop looking at each other as my friend and hunky monkey man chatted away – shy, fleeting glances from my end, more direct, confident glances from his.
This is where I stop because speaking of ‘bad boys’, I’ve got some sticky buns that need a little attention here. Part two coming on the 27th. – I promise..and it gets better..with a twist!
So what happens if you take a brioche recipe by Nancy Silverton, and sticky bun inspiration from Joanne Chang of the Flour Bakery and add orange and chocolate? You get these sticky buns.
I call them my ‘If Nancy Silverton and Joanne Chang’s sticky buns had a baby with orange and chocolate, STICKY BUNS’.
I love Nancy Silverton’s brioche recipe..I love Joanne Chang’s sticky buns. The goo is amazing in Joanne’s recipe – but a little too sweet for me, so I took the amount of sugar down a bit, added orange zest, orange supremes and substituted freshly squeezed orange juice for the water. The filling is mine. Why not add chocolate to a sticky bun filling? This is what makes them bad boys, in relation to this ‘bad boy’ theme I’ve got going here. One thing I did, via Nancy Silverton’s sticky bun recipe, was also add chopped , toasted pecans to the filling.
Since I use 1 cup of chopped and whole pecans in each pan of the goo, the pecans in the filling were nutty overkill. I omitted them from the filling in my second roll of sticky buns, and as you can see in the cross-section photo above, pure brown sugar, chocolatey, orange goodness.
The best part about these outside of the chocolate? The orange supremes caramelize so perfectly, they’re like soft orange candy.
Orange Chocolate Toasted Pecan Sticky Buns
Makes two 9-inch round pans – 14 sticky buns, if using whole batch of brioche
The directions for rolling, filling, and cutting the buns are from Nancy Silverton’s recipe, with my additions and subtractions.
Filling – this is the amount for one pan of 7 sticky buns using half the dough – make another batch for the other half of the brioche dough if making two pans. If not, make something else with the other half of the brioche dough or freeze it for later use.
2 tablespoons brown sugar
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 teaspoon orange zest
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
2/3 cup grated milk or dark chocolate
Adapted from Joanne Chang of Flour Bakery, with my revisions
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks), unsalted butter
1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1/3 cup honey
1/3 cup heavy cream
1/3 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
1 to 2 teaspoons orange zest
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
Supremes from 4 navel oranges, divided – How to supreme an orange
2 cups toasted whole pecans, half of them chopped, divided (1 cup for each pan)
1. Divide dough in half; keep one half covered and chilled while working with the other. On a floured work surface, roll dough into a 11 inch wide, 13 inch long, and 1/4 inch thick rectangle. Dot surface evenly with half the softened butter and fold dough in thirds. Turn it so the closed fold is on the left and roll out again, without rolling over the edges. Fold dough in thirds again, wrap in plastic, and refrigerate 30 minutes. Repeat rolling, folding, and chilling with second piece of dough and remaining butter. (This is what I love about Nancy’s brioche for sticky buns, the additional butter with turns)
2. Rub orange zest into sugars until fragrant, then stir in cinnamon; set aside. Make another batch of the sugar, cinnamon and zest mixture in a separate bowl and also set aside. Have two separate bowls, each containing 2/3 cup grated chocolate, ready.
3. Remove first piece of dough from refrigerator and roll into an 11 inch wide, 13 inch long, and 1/4 inch thick rectangle. Paint surface with beaten egg. Leaving top quarter of dough bare, sprinkle one bowl of the cinnamon, orange sugars over the dough, spreading it lightly with your fingers. Top with the 2/3 cup of grated chocolate; spread with fingers to distribute evenly. Use a rolling-pin to lightly press the filling into the dough. Starting from the short side, roll into a log and pinch the seam to seal.
4. Make the gooey topping. In a medium saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Whisk in the brown sugar and cook, stirring, to combine until uniform. If it separates, that’s ok, keep stirring until it comes together somewhat. Remove from the heat and whisk in the honey, cream, orange juice, orange zest and salt. Strain to remove any undissolved lumps of brown sugar. Let cool to room temperature.
5. Wrap log in plastic and freeze until firm. Repeat with second piece of dough. While logs are chilling, lightly butter two 9-inch cake pans and divide the gooey topping evenly between them. Top each pan of gooey topping with half the orange supremes, and 1 cup toasted whole and chopped pecans.
6. Remove a log from freezer and trim ends if ragged. Slice log into seven 1 1/2-inch slices with a serrated knife. Lay each slice flat, flatten slightly, and round the sides. Place rounded buns in a circle with the last one in the center; seams of buns should face outside of pan.
7. Repeat with second log. Let rest, uncovered, for 2 hours, until slices touch. Arrange oven racks so one rack is in the middle and the other just below, and preheat to 350°F. Put pans on middle rack and put a foil-lined jelly-roll pan underneath to catch drips. Bake 35 to 40 minutes, until golden brown. Invert immediately on serving dish – one that’s big enough to catch any extra gooey topping that drips down the sides.
8. Use any extra goo on the bottom of pan or plate you turned buns over on, to drizzle over individual buns.
Finally, did you know that sticky buns originated in Germany and and are known as ‘Schnecken’? They were brought to Pennsylvania via German Settlers in the 18th century. Germany is one of many countries I’d love to visit in Europe, so I’m submitting these to Bread Baking Day #46, in which the theme is baking a bread from a place we’d love to visit, hosted by Noor of Ya Salam Cooking.
Don’t forget to tune in to Part Two of Bad Boy First Love, on the 27th!
Tags: Cheesecake, Communal Table, cream cheese, Cyber Monday, Cyber Monday Deals, Food Network Virtual Thanksgiving, Pecan Pie, Pecans, pie, Pumpkin, Pumpkin Pecan Cheesecake Pie, Pumpkin Pie, Thanksgiving
Whenever I think of Thanksgiving, I think of pie. Bulging golden apple pie, deep orange, custardy pumpkin pie, gooey sweet, toasty pecan pie, luscious, rich…well, you get the picture. Don’t get me wrong, visions of stuffing and candied sweet potatoes dance through my head too, but for some reason, since I started food blogging – PIE is the Footloose Kevin Bacon doing the handsprings on the dance floor of my cerebral cortex.
Pumpkin pie has always been a favorite of mine, a pie I crave when the weather starts to cool and the leaves start falling. The reason it became a favorite might have been because it was the bad boy pie, the elusive pie, the pie I wasn’t allowed to date or hang out with because my parents didn’t approve.
My family hated pumpkin pie.
As a child and young teen, how I craved a taste of those smooth, burnt orange, shiny surfaced pies, beckoning me with a whiff of pumpkinny goodness every time I saw one, whether it be at the supermarket, when I tried to sneak one into my Mother’s shopping cart, or the Fall bake sale at school, where I was only given enough money to buy some chocolate chip cookies.
I’ll never forget the day I got to finally sink my teeth into the creamy, spiced custard in a buttery, flaky crust, that is pumpkin pie. I was about 15, and the Fall bake sale at my HS was in full bloom, packed with kids and teachers vying for that last rice krispie treat, almost stampeding over each other to grab a bunch of the ‘good’chocolate chip cookies that one Mom was known for (I always felt sorry for the other chocolate chip cookie Mom’s, who’s plates of cookies remained untouched). I took baby steps toward a pumpkin pie, cut into slices, at the edge of the table. I couldn’t just steal a slice…I needed to do this in a somewhat civilized manner, as in errr…
“I’m doing a report on pumpkin pie, and I’ve never tasted one. I wish I could buy a slice, but I don’t have enough money”
The PTA Mom winked at me and slyly slid a slice my way, ignoring the fact that my parents could probably afford to buy me a slice of pumpkin pie.
One bite and I was in heaven. I knew we were meant to be. From that day forward, even though pumpkin pie was still met with grimaces come Thanksgiving, my parents were nice enough to buy me a pumpkin pie. Of course, I couldn’t eat it all, and had to endure the “Yuck, how can you eat that?” barbs and jokes, but it was well worth every bite.
To this day…my family still hates pumpkin pie or anything pumpkin in general. To quote my father – from a very recent conversation we had about Thanksgiving this year;
“I just hate the smell of raw pumpkins”
“Have you ever tried it cooked?”
“NO, and I don’t want to, so don’t try to push pumpkin pie on me, my stance hasn’t and never will change”
Oh, wow..all these years, and no pumpkin gene has kicked in – no moment of discovery when finding out something he ate contained pumpkin. Does that mean I’m not bringing one to Thanksgiving dinner? A big HELL no. For years, coconut custard pie was the ‘pumpkin pie’ replacement at our Thanksgiving dessert table, and I do love me a nice slice of coconut custard pie, but once adulthood set in, no one could stop me from placing a gorgeous, homemade pumpkin pie beside it. Someone always found a way to push it to the side, the dark corner of the gymnasium during the HS dance – a total dessert outcast – shunned, blackballed…a scarlet P on its shiny surface. I was the ‘friend’ who stood by it, the one who would never leave it to stand alone – in other words, I slid it back into the rotation every time I passed the dessert table, IN FRONT of the coconut custard. Ha ha.
Once I learned to bake pies, I tried many variations of pumpkin pie, from pumpkin cheese pie, to pumpkin pie with pecan streusel, to a recipe an ex BF’s Mom gave me where the cream cheese layer was beneath the pumpkin filling. I LOVED that idea, and the pie itself, so that was my go to for many Thanksgivings to come.
Present day – as in today..well, last night. I decided I needed to get at least one Thanksgiving pie favorite of mine up on this blog. At first it was going to be the old pumpkin ‘cheese layer’ pie, but then I had this hankering for pecan pie too, and couldn’t decide which direction I wanted to take. Then it hit me…why not combine all three, as in turning the pecan streusel from one pumpkin pie recipe into a more pecan pie like topping? It worked – crunchy and gooey. Three pies in one. No choosing, no juggling a slice of cheesecake, pecan pie and pumpkin pie on one plate, trying not to look silly as you take bites of each at once.
I almost added caramelized apples to the cheesecake layer to make it a Pumpkin Apple Cheesecake Pecan Pie, but decided that was overkill. What do you think?
The cheesecake layer is your standard formula for swirling into brownies, filling cupcakes or muffins , marbling into cake batters and sweet breads etc, prior to baking. It’s a formula that I’ve had memorized for years and it always works. No specific place where it comes from - it’s all over the net. 1 bar of cream cheese cheesecake creator – do you exist?
Finally, I submitted this Pumpkin Pecan Cheesecake Pie to the Food Network’s Virtual Thanksgiving – A Communal Table. The hashtag on Twitter is #pullupachair – I couldn’t resist. Below is the virtual Thanksgiving menu created by all of us. What a feast, huh? Click on the links and be prepared to drool.
The Food Network Communal Table Thanksgiving Feast
Cocktails, Appetizers, Soups and Salads:
Eat Be Mary: She’s Mulling It Over Wine
Cookistry: Bread With Ancient Grains
Celebrity Chefs and Their Gardens: The American Hotel Peconic Clam Chowder
Picky Eater Blog: Butternut Squash Soup With Thyme and Parmesan
Good Food Good Friends: Mushroom Soup
Examiner.com: Grilled Quail with a Warm Beet, Frisée, and Pistachio Salad
She Wears Many Hats: Mayonnaise Roasted Turkey
Living Mostly Meatless: Vegan-Friendly Corn Casserole
Healthy Green Kitchen: Red Kuri Squash Pie
The Naptime Chef: Crispy Rosemary Fingerling Potatoes
Gluten-Free Blondie: Apple and Cranberry Studded Stuffing
Eat Drink Man Woman Dogs Cat: Blue Cheese and Rosemary Celebration Potatoes
Burnt Lumpia: Turkey, Sweet Potato and Cranberry Empanadas
Panfusine: Pan Fried Polenta Seasoned With Cumin, Ginger & Black Pepper
Homemade Cravings: Warm Brussels Sprouts and Cranberry Slaw
Bakeaholic Mama: Maple Roasted Brussels Sprouts With Crispy Prosciutto
Show Food Chef: Beer-Braised Brussels Sprouts
T’s Tasty Bits: Sweet Empanadas with Pumpkin and Lupini Beans Filling
The Amused Bouche Blog: Braised Kale
The Little Kitchen: How to Make the Perfect Mashed Potatoes
The Macaron Queen: Macaron Tower
Poet In The Pantry: Amaretto Apple Crisp
Farm Girl Gourmet: Pumpkin Coconut Panna Cotta
That’s Forking Good: Cinnamon Chip Pumpkin Blondies
Out of the Box Food: Out of the Box Food Maple Pumpkin Pie
Cake Baker 35: Orange Spiced Pumpkin Pie
Lisa Michele: Pumpkin, Pecan, Cheesecake Pie
Food For My Family: Buttermilk Custard Pear Pie
Simple Bites: Black-Bottom Maple Pumpkin Pie
A Cooks Nook: Swedish Apple Pie
Yakima Herald: Pretzel Jell-O Salad
How Does She: Three of Our Favorite Desserts
Dollhouse Bake Shoppe: Thanksgiving Candy Bar Name Plates
Sweet Fry: Pumpkin Latte
Tasty Trials: Spiced Apple Panna Cotta With Caramelized Apples and Caramel Sauce
An Uneducated Palate: Puff Pastry Apple Tart
Frugal Front Porch: Mini Cheaty Cheesecakes
Cheesecake Pumpkin Pecan Pie – (with alternate pecan topping, scroll down after recipe)
Yield: 10 to 14 ‘small slice’ servings – about 8 – 10 regular slice servings
Flaky Pie Crust
Adapted from Tish Boyle, with my revisions
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, chilled
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
1 teaspoon salt
12 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into 1/2 inch chunks and frozen
1/4 cup lard or vegetable shortening, frozen
6 to 8 tablespoons ice-cold water ( I add 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar and remove 1 tablespoon water in all pie crust recipes – it tenderizes the crust)
8 oz cream cheese, softened
1/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Pumpkin Pie Layer
1 2/3 cups unsweetened fresh or canned pumpkin puree (If using canned, strain in a fine mesh sieve for several hours to overnight, covered, in the fridge)
1 cup heavy cream (you can use evaporated milk, if you prefer)
1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
2 eggs, lightly beaten
*Pecan Pie Topping
1 cup mix of whole and coarsely chopped pecans
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
1/3 cup light or dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 eggs beaten
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons melted butter
MAKE AND PARBAKE PIE SHELL:
1. Place the flour, sugar and salt in a food processor fitted with the metal chopping blade and pulse on and off until combined. Scatter the butter pieces and the shortening, in large chunks, over the flour mixture. Pulse the machine on and off until the mixture resembles coarse meal. Add 6 tablespoons of the ice water and process until the mixture just starts to come together. If the dough seems dry, add the remaining 2 tablespoons water as necessary. Do not allow the dough to form a ball on the blade, or the resulting crust will be tough! You want a raggedy mess of crumbly dough, with lumps of butter showing.
2. Turn the dough out onto a work surface, divide it in half, and shape each half into a disk – gently pressing each raggedy mess together, (DO NOT press into each disk or try to squeeze it together so the dough is uniform – it will come together in the refrigerator). Wrap the disks separately in plastic wrap and chill for at least 2 hours. You will only need one disk for this recipe, so you can freeze the other disk for later use.
3. Lightly flour a large work surface. Allow the dough to soften at room temperature just until it is pliable (about 10 minutes). Place 1 disk on the floured surface and sprinkle some flour over it. Roll the dough from the center out in every direction, flouring the work surface as necessary to prevent sticking. You want a round of dough that’s about 1/4 to 1/8 inch and about 3 inches greater in diameter than the pie pan/plate you are using.
4. Transfer the crust to a 9 1/2 to 10-inch deep-dish pie pan (if you don’t use a deep-dish pan, there will be pumpkin filling left over, not to mention you run the risk of overflow) by rolling it loosely around the rolling pin and unrolling it carefully over the pan. Press the dough first into the bottom of the pan and then against the sides. Patch any holes or cracks with dough scraps. Trim the edges of the dough with scissors, leaving about 3/4 inch of overhang. Fold overhang over and crimp as you please. Place shell in the freezer and preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
5. When oven temperature is at 400 F, remove the pie shell from the freezer and line the pie crust with a large sheet of lightly buttered aluminum foil, buttered side down, covering the edge of the crust so that it doesn’t get too brown. Fill the lined crust with pie weights, dried beans, or raw rice. Bake the pie crust for 15 minutes. Remove the weights and foil. Prick the bottom of the crust well with a fork and bake the crust for another 7 minutes, or until the edges are just beginning to turn golden, but the crust is not fully baked. Cool the pie crust on a wire rack while you make the filling. Reduce the oven temperature to 350 degrees F.
DIRECTIONS FOR PIE:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a medium bowl, beat cream cheese until smooth. Beat in 1/4 cup sugar, then add vanilla and 1 egg. Beat mixture until smooth.
2. Pour the cream cheese mixture into the bottom of the par baked pie shell, spread evenly, then freeze for about 15 -20 minutes.
3. In the mean time, in a large bowl, combine pumpkin puree, heavy cream, the 2 lightly beaten eggs, vanilla extract, sugar, flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, allspice and salt. Mix thoroughly until uniform.
4. Remove the pie shell with cream cheese from the freezer and pour the pumpkin mixture on top of it. Freeze for 15 to 20 minutes.
5. Combine the eggs, sugars, melted butter, corn syrup, vanilla extraxt and salt in a bowl. Stir in pecans. Remove pie from freezer and carefully spoon the pecan layer over the pumpkin layer.
6. Place pie on the middle rack of your preheated oven. Cover edges of crust with aluminum foil or a pie crust shield if browning too quickly, but you will eventually have to cover it to prevent excess browning some time toward the end. Keep checking every 20 minutes.
7. Bake in 350 degree F oven for about 60 to 75 minutes (It really depends on your oven. In one oven I used, it took 75 minutes, in another, 60 – so keep checking for it to be sturdy, but still a tad jiggly in the middle). The the pecan pie topping should be dark and bubbling a bit.
7. IMPORTANT - Let cool at room temperature, then refrigerate for several hours before slicing and serving. Also, sometimes some of the cheesecake filling or pecan pie filling affects the color of the pumpkin filling. It may not look a beautiful, dark orange, but rather a yellowish color. No worries, still tastes awesome!
8. Drizzle with melted chocolate or chocolate ganache for extra decadence!
*Alternate Pecan Pie Topping and Directions (this is the first recipe I played with..for a more crunchy than gooey topping)
Pecan Pie Crunch Topping
1 1/4 cup mix of whole and coarsely chopped pecans
1/4 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1/4 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
2 tablespoons light or dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 tablespoons melted butter
Directions after Pumpkin Layer above – Step 7
7. After pie has been in oven for 50 – 60 minutes, remove from the oven and remove silver foil around edges of crust. Sprinkle pecan pie topping evenly over top – the pumpkin pie layer will sink a bit because the pecan goo is heavy, do not worry! Place back in the oven and bake for an additional 15 to 20 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean and the pecan pie topping is bubbly. Let cool at room temperature, then refrigerate for several hours before serving.
8. Drizzle with melted chocolate or chocolate ganache for extra decadence!
Thanks to Melissa Green for emailing me about some ingredients I left out in steps 3 and 5 for the pumpkin and pecan fillings. The recipe is 100% correct now – no ingredients missing in any of the steps.
Time for the winner of the Cuisinart DLC-2 Mini Prep Plus Food Processor. After I generated the number via random.org, and counted over and over, skipping over a few of my own replies, I wasn’t shocked to see where it landed. There were several entries from people who battled and survived breast cancer, people who’s loved ones battled and survived breast cancer, and sadly, some who lost loved ones to it. Well…random.org chose one of those people, or maybe something/someone else did.
Congratulations, Stephanie! I hope your Mom chops, grinds and purees her heart out :) Sending you an email to get your mailing info, right now.
Tags: baking, Bread, Chocolate, cinnamon, Cinnamon Rolls, Cocoa, Daring Bakers, Meringue, Pecans, Yeast, Yeasted Meringue Coffee Cake
Many years ago, in the Pillsbury Bake-Off contest, a marshmallow wrapped in crescent dough and baked, won the Grand Prize. Who woulda thunk it?
I’ve never been a huge fan of yeasted coffee cakes. You know the cakey part of a NY style crumb cake? I never eat it. I pull off all the lumpy, sweet crumbs, I even search for lumps in the cake itself, ones that separated and slid into the doughy batter in hopes of camouflage. The carnage is torn remnants of golden cake, scattered around my plate in lots of odd patterns, left to wither and dry until slipped into the garbage mercifully.
I probably love every single yeasted bread, sweet and savory, that’s known to man, so why does yeasted bread suddenly become something ’feh’ for me when it’s called a coffee cake? Drakes. Yes, those little plastic-wrapped, miniature coffee cakes in a box, so moist, delicious and deceptively cute - but really evil, evil enough to make me want to eat a whole box in one sitting, evil enough that I hold all coffee cake ‘cake’ in comparison to them. I’m humbled to admit it, but yes, it’s true….ack.
Hmmm…it probably didn’t help that my father loved a good deal on one or two day old pastry from the local supermarket bakery, when I was growing up.
There are some exceptions to this ‘cake’ rule, like babka, with lots of filling, whether it be chocolate or cinnamon, and of course, huge, gooey cinnamon rolls, sticky buns etc..just give me lots of filling or goo with the yeasty base, and it’s alll goood as a yeasted coffee cake.
Italian (not French) meringue holds in the goo..a little seeping into the dough, lots of gooey goo. I think this is it for me. I don’t need as much filling to enjoy a yeasted coffee cake when meringue is baked onto the dough, stretching out the filling and making it well, just gooey-er The dough our host’s provided to us is rich, silky, sexy perfection – easy to work with, and extremely easy to eat. You cannot fail with this dough, no matter what you do with it, sweet or savory.
Ok..I admit, I sort of snuck into cinnamon rolls because I was worried it would be yet another plate of scrappy cake remnants, dry and withering, while we ate filling and parts of the cake with filling on it. With rolls, if it wasn’t moist or gooey enough, I could always drown it in cream cheese frosting on an individual basis.
Here’s some slight changes I made to come up with these chocolate meringue, gooey, cinnamon rolls.
- I used all the dough in the recipe (which makes two coffee cakes) to make one dozen chocolate meringue rolls.
- I made an Italian meringue in lieu of the french meringue in the recipe, then added dark cocoa, for a deep chocolate meringue.
- Combined the cinnamon with dark brown sugar instead of granulated.
- Increased the cinnamon and chocolate chunks (I used Jamie’s version)
- Topped the finished rolls with swirls and swirls of luscious cream cheese (aka – I could lick it off a dirty tire) frosting. However, these didn’t need any kind of frosting!
I guess you could say I turned the meringue filling into a chocolate marshmallow meringue, after whipping it with the hot sugar syrup into oblivion. However, this is a good thing when it came to rolling up the dough, — less leakage — and the chocolate, cinnamon sugar, and nuts sort of nestled in and stuck. I froze the rolled tube of gooey love prior to slicing to also aid in holding the filling in. I now wish I didn’t go to all those stops to hold the filling in, since seeing some of the crispy meringue bits on other Daring Baker’s cakes. Looks too tempting. I can’t wait to make this coffee cake again, as an actual coffee cake, with meringue seeping out of the cuts in the dough.
I love challenges that change my opinion, and this one most certainly reformed me as far as a yeasted coffee cakes go. A silky, rich dough plus meringue is now my go to yeasted coffee cake. Thank you Jamie and Ria for an eye-opening and delicious challenge!
Here’s a tip, a tip to anyone who loves to bake cinnamon rolls – ditch the butter that’s spread on the dough prior to cinnamon-sugar deposit, and use sweetened meringue instead. Not only is it better for you, but it gives you a gooey-er cinnamon roll. Now I know why a marshmallow wrapped in crescent dough and baked won the Grand prize in the Pillsbury Bake-Off many years ago.
For the recipe for this awesome meringue coffee cake, which you could make into my chocolate meringue cinnamon rolls, click HERE. To see all the mouth-watering coffee cakes. fillings and other doughy, meringuey creations my fellow Daring Bakers came up with, click HERE.
Finally, I’m submitting these rolls to Susan over at Wild Yeast for her weekly Yeastspotting bread baking showcase. I rarely have time to bake breads as of late, so when I do, I always send them her way :<).