It is nothing short of a miracle that I survived the past week and this extremely daunting challenge. The recipe called for 26 ingredients and had 14 different steps. There’s a sponge to make, raspberry jam, crème patisserie, whipped cream, marzipan, and a fondant rose to create. The contestants for this episode were given a mere 2 hours and 25 minutes to pull this off. That’s it. I have definitely developed a whole new appreciation as to the torture that Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood put these poor bakers through.
I decided instead of putting myself through the same torture, that I would break up the different aspects of the cake and spread them out throughout the week. However, I must enjoy torturing myself. Because I had the brilliant idea based off of my last blog post. Looking at last week’s church bulletin I saw an event that sparked my interest. My church was holding an event called “The Taste of Saint Francis”. Basically, parishioners were asked to sign up their favorite dishes in a given category to be sampled and judged by others. Now I thought that this would be killing two birds with one stone. First. I will be able to serve my bake and directly get feedback as to the taste and I would be getting rid of a dessert that neither I nor my husband need eat by ourselves. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
It’s a delicious cake. In Sweden, they have it in all sorts of celebrations. As you cut through, you will see the bottom layer will be Genoese: a tricky sponge to make. On top of that would be jam with a ridged pipe of crème patisserie around the outside.Then a layer of sponge, on top of that a mixture of crème patisserie and cream. Then a layer of sponge and a dome of cream on top. Lastly, that blanket of green marzipan…Don’t count the calories, but oh so good.” ~Mary Berry (Season 1, Episode 6)
The first layer that I started on was the raspberry jam because it seemed like the easiest. I have never before in my life ever thought about making homemade jam, but I was eager to learn. All I needed was 7 ounces of raspberries and some jam sugar, whatever that was. However, after extensive research and several trips to the store, I couldn’t find what I needed. It was only by accident that I stumbled upon the jam/jelly/canning section at Walmart that I spied pectin. It seemed to do exactly what jam sugar did except that I needed to add sugar to it as well. So by making the necessary adjustments, I was able to pull off an extremely tasty raspberry jam. I was feeling pretty confident about the rest of the cake since I was amazing at making jam. Oh, so naïve.

The next day, I decided to tackle the crème patisserie. Crème patisserie is basically a very thick custard and pretty straightforward to make. Basically, all that needed to be done was to simmer to milk in with vanilla, take it off the heat to add the egg yoks, flour, and sugar, then put it back on the heat and whisk while it slowly thickened. Again, I had never attempted making custard before and found the whole experience rather enjoyable. At this point, I’m thinking to myself “Wow, I am amazing!”

Then came the sponge. After the Tiramisu Challenge, I was pretty sure I knew what had gone wrong with my sponge and so was determined to get it right this time. I took my time whipping up the eggs and the sugar until it had reach a very pale yellow color and were extremely fluffy. I then, very carefully folded the flour mixture in trying not to over mix. However, pockets full of flour kept popping up as I folded and had to continue until all of it was incorporated. When I was sure everything was mixed in, I poured it into the prepared baking dish and let it bake in the oven for the allotted time. When I pulled the sponge out of the oven, I was disappointed in the rise of the sponge. Given, it definitely rose more than my tiramisu sponge, but I still wasn’t happy with it.

After a few internet searches sponge tips, I attempted the sponge again. This time I was sure to use a wooden spoon, I sifted the flour, I made sure the eggs were at room temperature, and I folded in a little flour at a time to ensure it didn’t sink to the bottom of the eggs. I was sure that I had covered all of my sponge bases. Alas, the sponge had improved slightly, but still not perfect. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to make another sponge. This one would just have to do. Now I’m thinking that the worse was behind me. All that was left was layering the cake and making the marzipan! Should be all downhill from here.

Friday. The assembly of the cake. All was going well with the first layer. Sponge on the bottom, a small layer of the custard, a piping of the custard around the boarder, and several spoonful of the jam within the layer. First layer done, two more to go. Tragedy didn’t hit until the second layer. I placed the second sponge on top of the first layer and started spooning the whipped cream custard combination on the sponge. I started to notice that my formerly beloved jam and custard seeping down the sides of the first layer. Panic mode struck. I instantly took a knife and attempted to scoop the mess back into the first layer, but to no avail. Then, I was struck with an epiphany! I will pop the cake in the freezer to harden up a bit so I could finish adding the layers. After a mad dash to find a suitable space in my small freezer with every second more jam and custard falling down the sides, I was situate the cake in the freezer. I was sure that the cake was ruined with no way to recover. Without anything to do but wait for the cold to do its work, I watched a couple episodes of The Office to decompress. Worked like a charm.

After an hour, I took the cake out. It wasn’t pretty but it was salvageable. I quickly added the last layers, including the whipped cream dome on top and returned it to its home in the freezer until the next day. I figured that it would be a lot easier to place the marzipan on top of the whipped cream if it was a bit more solid. Now surely, that had to be the hardest bit!

Saturday….A day that most people use to sleep in, relax a bit, and take a load off from the week’s work. Those are very fortunate people. I needed to have this cake finished, decorated and ready to go by 5:00 at the latest. At 5:00, we had to make our way to the church to decorate our table and have the cake ready for the judges and samplers. Did I mention that I like to punish myself? On top of entering a cake in to this event, on Monday I decided that I would also enter a soup. My logic being that this soup was low maintenance and only took 20 minutes to make. I really wish I could be right every once in a while. It’d make a nice change.
After gathering decorations for the tables, I started on the marzipan. Now, I can’t say that I had ever previously tasted marzipan or made it until this recipe. However, I should have been a bit better at my critical thinking skills. The recipe said it needed 14 ounces of ground almonds. I ground up the almonds until they were itty bitty pieces. I added the sugar and powdered sugar to it, and then later the eggs and vanilla. As the mixer did its work, I couldn’t help but notice that the ball of sticky, chunky, brown speckled dough resembled nothing of the smooth unicolor dough that I needed to make. I thought perhaps a little time hand kneading it would get it to the right consistency. I dusted the counter with powdered sugar and plopped the blob down. As I kneaded, I slowly came to the realization that something had gone horribly wrong. I called my husband over and after a brief glance the mistakes became very apparent. First off, I didn’t use blanched almonds…which was why the dough was speckled, but more importantly, the almonds were not grounded properly. Ground to a powder was what was meant to happen. Again, all I needed to do was to look at what needed to happen to understand the meaning of “ground”. I honestly disappointment myself with my stupidity sometimes.

A quick trip to the store later to gather more almonds, I was make at the mixer with properly ground almonds. What a difference! The dough formed a smooth thick dough, just what was needed. I turned the dough out on the powdered sugar dusted counter and started kneading a drop of green food coloring in at a time until the desired color was reached. I rolled the dough out to a giant circle big enough to cover the entire surface.

All that was left was to dress the cake in its pretty green garment. I proceeded to lift the marzipan off of the counter….and it tore and tipped because the center of the dough was stuck to the counter. (Here I believe an animal like wail emitted from the kitchen) With immense frustration, and a ticking clock, I formed the marzipan in a ball and rolled it out again. This time my husband suggested rolling it out on top of parchment paper instead of directly on the counter. The second time was the charm and I was successful in wrapping the cake up.

While the cake rested in the freezer again, I quickly made the soup. With about half an hour left before we had to leave, I hurriedly decorated the cake, took a quick shower, dressed, packed up the cake and the soup and left for the church.

I’m happy to report that the cake received many compliments on how it looked as well as the taste. I had successfully cut up enough of the cake for the majority of the people who attended. Though I was very relieved when I was done. Overall, the cake didn’t taste too bad. I’m very happy with how delicious the jam was and the sponge actually turned out alright and was pretty good. I did discover that I didn’t care for marzipan very much. It just was just like fondant and I hate fondant. I mean look, fondant is pretty much sweet plastic that gets arranged and tucked on a cake. No, thank you.
Although my Princess Cake didn’t receive any award, I felt very accomplished that I had pulled off this extremely difficult challenge. I probably will never make it again, but I’m glad I persevered until the very end.

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