Christmas cake-souffle "snowflake"

Description

Christmas cake-souffle "snowflake", or the story of how Santa Claus made a desire (Elkin-Palkina, part 1 ) "Hello, Grandfather frost! He writes you a family Elkanah-Palkina from the city N-ska. We love the New Year holiday and like to sing Christmas songs. Since childhood, our most favorite song is "snowflake" from the movie "Magicians". We can sing it loudly and in a whisper, and the music, and the snoring of the neighbors, and words, and the music humming under his breath, and even in writing! Listen to this: When the house is a year young, And the old goes away, Snowflake fragile hide in the palm of his hand, Desire to make. Look with hope in night blue, Loosely the hand squeeze, And all about the dream, ask, Make and desire. And a New year that will come, will Sing in a moment dream of yours If snowflake melts In the palm of your hand will not melt, Until the clock twelve beat, Until the clock twelve beat! However, we're doing great? But there is a Santa Claus, for one thing...

Ingredients

Flour

50 g
Potato starch

30 g
Dark chocolate

100 g
Butter

80 g
Chicken egg

3 piece
Sugar

120 g
Soda

0.5 tsp
Lemon juice

1 tsp
Liqueur

50 g
Cream

500 g
Gelatin

10 g
White chocolate

200 g
Powdered sugar

70 g
Cocoa powder

30 g

Cooking

Many times we hid a snowflake in the palm of your hand; asked and wished for and wanted – just like in the song. But I have never lived nor one snowflake before the twelfth stroke of the clock – all melted together with our new year's dreams and desires. Do you know how many of them unrealized, since childhood have accumulated? Soon retirement will bring, and we have astronauts did not... Tired! We are asking you, Santa Claus, do you ever with these snowflakes. They should not melt so quickly! Let our new year dreams come true!" – Hello you! Now "Skoropadskiy" write me letters! Little me children's correspondence... And no, me only one! – resented the Santa Claus reading the letter Elkanah-Palking. I was about to put the box with the harsh words "Refuse", but changed his mind. These adults continued to believe in the fairy tale, to believe in miracles, despite the harshness of the realities of life and the steadfastness of the laws of nature – well, not subtle snowflake to warm his hands to remain a snowflake. Only a tear... And in the New Year is no place for the tears!

– Okay, you wonder, ' muttered the Grandfather. He did a lot of grumbling, complaining and outraged. In fact, he was very kind and tender, but shy, and covered venting anger is. But the magic I consumed strictly under the estimate, at 12.5 grams for every middle child... he took from his pocket a folded piece of paper and began to calculate something. – So, 15 pounds per day... 10 working days... plus a couple of pounds for unexpected expenses and for children with large appetites... No, all back to back, adult nothing. Santa Claus scratched his beard. – Nothing to do – we do it the old fashioned way. Grandfather muttered something under his red nose banged the ground with his staff and immediately found ourselves in a small but cozy kitchen Elkanah-Palking.

– So, let's see what they have...– the Grandfather knocked on the doors of lockers, rustling packets, rattled cans, bottles, rang, buzzed with a mixer, trying to deal with unfamiliar kitchen gadgets, and simultaneously muttering unflattering about "some composers who ponapishut in songs of all sorts of unverified stories, and I understand" and so BU-BU-BU... at last gathered on the table all the right foods and tableware accessories.

First, the Grandfather separated the whites from the yolks. In proteins added half a teaspoon of lemon juice, whipped until the disappearance of liquid protein

Then added the sugar and beat until stiff peaks. Cleaned the bowl in the fridge.

Thought for a moment, opened the freezer, tcolumns a good chunk of ice and enjoy crunching. – M-m, yummy! Strange after all these people thought Santa Claus, Why do they need all these products, if the fridge is full of such wonderful ice?

Then Grandfather whipped softened butter with the sugar,

Added the egg yolks and melted dark chocolate, whipped again. Took half a spoon of baking soda, poured into a chocolate mass, repaid lemon juice and quickly mix to all puzyrchatkoj left in the test.

Took out of the fridge beaten egg white. – Protein to whom, and to whom and ice – thought to frost, and again visited the freezer.

Delicious crackling, began to mix protein and chocolate. Then Grandpa joined the flour with the starch.

– What a senseless substance, ' muttered Grandpa, sifting, – neither snow not blind nor snowman does not roll... then Why is it white and granular?

and portions of introduced starch-flour mixture protein-chocolate, gently stir.

Got a split form with a diameter of 26 cm and spread it with parchment paper, lightly greased with oil and put in her dough.

The form put in a preheated 170 degree oven for half an hour. From the hot oven air in the small, but, as we know, cozy kitchen Elkanah-Palcing too well warmed up, and the Grandfather the frost was hot and tasty, the ice did not help. What do you want? In a fur coat, in boots, with a beard down to the waist near a heated oven?

– Once inside does not help, we will take externally – decided Santa Claus and climbed into the refrigerator. Entirely. Pressed flushed back to the banks with a pickles. Oh, it was so good, how cool! Pleasure Grandpa really creepy. – NAP me here a bit while the cake baked...

When the timer rang, the oven, the Grandfather started, got out of the fridge, shook prigrevica (prihoditsya?) chills and come out of the oven a light and delicate chocolate cake.

Put to cool.

– Well, we'll do a soufflé – Grandfather busily rubbed his gloves (after a refreshing rest, he felt a surge of energy and enthusiasm). 100 gr. cream it soaked gelatin,

The rest of the cream began to beat with a mixer, gradually adding powdered sugar.

When the cream has zagustel, frost put aside the mixer and satisfaction has zokol – well, just a winter landscape made it! – and cleaned the bowl in the fridge.

Melted in two water baths (could be in the microwave, but do not understand the buttons) white chocolate

And swollen gelatin.

Then connect the two mixtures and beat slightly with mixer.

Got a bowl of "landscape" from the fridge

And thoroughly mixed it with chocolate-agar gelatin until smooth. Turned snow-white, very tasty and tender cream. Grandfather briefly put it in the fridge.

It's time to prepare the cake for the filling – it was necessary to impregnate it. Grandfather opened a bottle of coffee and cream liqueur, sniffed. It smelled fragrant, festive... – you never know how it smells! The taste can be not so good! I can not use an untested product, all of a sudden spoil everything? Grandfather poured half a pint of liquor and drank, savoring. Quite did. – No, definitely will not spoil!

And began to generously soak the cake.

Then he again put around the cake wrap to the shape and poured it on his creamy chocolate cream. Now it was necessary to remove the form in the fridge and wait for the solidification souffle 2-3 hours. But Grandpa could not wait.

– I am Santa Claus, by the way! I have drifts of work, I have a schedule, deadlines and other deadlines! I can't wait for hardening in a natural way! – he justified himself in front of him and inhaled deeply, gave out a vast cubic meter-another billowing of frosty air onto the form.

Delicious cream instantly turned into a delicious soufflé! Grandfather nodded and reached into the freezer behind the ice, it was necessary to urgently restore reserves of cold in the body. Got the last piece.

Now you can do "respirazione". Santa Claus got a cake from the mold, cut the curves, turning the circle into a large square.

A large square is cut into several small squares.

Then leaned out the window, caught the biggest and beautiful snowflake, put it on paper, around the outline and cut. Turned out just two of the stencil.

Half of the cakes he sprinkled cocoa with snowflakes, the second half – through slot from the snowflakes.

Put aside briefly aside to the Snowflake rested before tasting, and quickly cleaned up the kitchen.

Now the case for small – you need to make sure that the "snowflake" will behave as it should and will not melt at the crucial moment. Grandpa pulled off the mittens and took in the palm of the cake, closed her eyes and slowly counted to 12; and then in reverse order, just to be sure. Opened his eyes – "snowflake" was still the same: perfectly smooth and beautiful.

Egyptian snowmen! – exclaimed the Grandfather, he had a manifestation of extreme anxiety. You did it! And without any magic! Ay if I'm not done! – With delight he danced a boots and triumphantly shakes beard. So, specifications are perfect, now rate the taste! Grandpa took a bite "Snowflakes" and... here it is, honey, and melted! Melted in my mouth, enveloped every taste receptor is a stunning combination of delicate chocolate sponge and delicious butter souffle, left a feather-light coffee-liqueur finish. – Mmmm... – frost closed his eyes in pleasure and took another bite. At this time, from the hallway came the sound of the unlocking door. – Holy smoke! metering Grandpa. – I mean, Elkin-Palkina! – he was embarrassed naklonnogo expression - Elkin-Palkina back from work! I became interested in the tastings, just about the time forgotten. Grandfather put it in his mouth the last bite, looked around the tidy kitchen didn't leave any incriminating traces (after a delicious snowflake was supposed to be the result of magic, not of culinary improvisation) and quickly slipped into the open window. In a hurry to forget the Grandfather of that modern "Pesochnya" technology allows you to instantly appear in any place; and withdrew the old-fashioned way, leaving the bolt a decent tuft of his silky bushy beard.

And Elkin-Palkina in the kitchen he found the melting-in-mouth-and-not-in-hands "Snowflake" with a detailed description of the recipe and greetings from Santa Claus. Since then, they have every New Year's cook these "Snowflakes", and sing their favorite song, feel free to make the most cherished wishes, and is still scratching their head, who "unfreeze" them then freezer!

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