Sachertorte, or the Most Perfect Flourless Chocolate Cupcake Ever!

I'll give credit where credit is due.  This is not my recipe (and yes, that is the name given to this recipe).  I just finished a book, by Jennifer Ross, about a woman from Dallas, who upon being dumped by her fiance, went to live with her grandmother in New York City.  She ended up opening a bakery called the "Icing on the Cupcake".  It's filled with amazing recipes, that doesn't make a ton of cupcakes (anywhere from 6 to a 12).  I want to try them all.

A Sacher Torte is a flourless cake made with bittersweet chocolate.  These little beauties are a-maz-ing!  They're like eating a dark chocolate cloud.  They melt in your mouth.

I absolutely promise, you will not be disappointed.

First the ingredients:

10 oz of bittersweet baking chocolate, chopped into pieces
5 eggs, separated
1/2 c sugar, divided, plus more for sprinkling
1/3 c pecans, ground (didn't have any, so I used walnuts)
1/2 c butter, room temperature









Preheat the oven to 300 degrees and place 12 paper liners into the cupcake tray (her recipe said 6 - I assume she was using the extra large cupcake tray).

Melt the chocolate in a double boiler over simmering water.  If you don't have a double boiler (as I don't), place the chocolate in a temperature safe bowl, put the bowl in a saucepan of simmering water.  Make sure the water is not touching the bottom of the bowl.

Stir until the chocolate is melted.  Remove the pan from the heat, but leave the bowl on top of the hot water to cool.

In a large bowl, beat the butter and 1/4 c sugar, with an electric mixer, until fluffy, about 3 to 5 minutes.
Add the egg yolks and beat for 2 minutes (I stopped midway and scraped the bowl).  Add the pecans (walnuts) and beat for another 2 minutes.

It already looks rich and amazing!

In a separate bowl beat the egg whites until they are light and foamy while slowly adding the remaining 1/4 cup sugar.  Beat for 5 minutes.

They'll look like this.

Fold the melted chocolate into the egg mixture with a rubber spatula.  Then fold a quarter of the chocolate mixture in the whipped egg whites.  Slowly fold the egg whites back into the rest of the chocolate mixture.

 

Cate decided to lend a hand at this point.  If you'll notice, I have 6 cupcake liners in my pan.  This was before I realized just how much batter I had going on.

Pour into paper liners, filling almost to the top.  Bake for 17-19 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out with moist crumbly coating, but is not wet.  (I baked for 18 minutes, the recipe said 10-15 minutes, but they was still soup at that point).

Cool for 5 minutes, then move to a wire rack and cool completely.  Sprinkle with sugar.

NOTE:  This is not a sweet cupcake!  So I made a raspberry whipped cream by melting 2 tbs of seedless raspberry preserves in the microwave for 15 seconds.  Cool completely (Very important.  I didn't and just look at what happened to mine.  Nobody's perfect!).  Whip 1 cup of heavy whipping cream with 1/4 tsp of pure vanilla extract and 1 tablespoon of powdered sugar.  Gently fold in the cooled preserves into the whipped cream. 

Make's 12 cupcakes

A Little Background Music, Please

A little about me .. I am the middle child and the only daughter. I've been married twice, produced two beautiful daughters with my first husband and another beautiful daughter with my second. My two older daughters are wonderfully intelligent, headstrong young women (so is the youngest and I wouldn't have it any other way), married and providing me with beautiful grand babies, as children should. My youngest just graduated from high school in June and is headed to college in August. Whoo-Hoo! I'm practically an Empty Nester! I've been looking forward to this day for so long now!

But this isn't just about me. If it were, I'd end this post here.

This post is mainly about my mother. What can I say about my mother ..

I love her. That really goes without saying. You may not think so after reading this, but I do.

My mother loves easily. She's generous, adores animals, and genuinely tries to be kind to others. She is a fine, upstanding, individual.

My mother is also quite the trooper. She's had to be most of her life. She's been dealt a pretty crappy hand in a lot of respects. She developed Polio at 18 months, and her last operation, as a result of it, was when she was 15 years old. Around the same time, she quit school to take care of ailing grandparents (I assume that was legal way back when). She was so far behind because of her hospitalizations that I think it was a natural decision for her. At 17, she was traveling in a car with my uncle and his girlfriend. They were involved in a horrific accident where she went through the windshield and, among other things, lost all her teeth. She met my dad when she was 18, married him when she was 19, and, over the ensuing years, popped out 5 babies. When I was in middle school, she and my grandmother were crossing the street and she was hit by a car. She had to learn to walk again. Just after I graduated from high school, she was traveling with her father, her step-mother, and an aunt. A kid (drunk) crossed over into their lane and hit the car head on. Her left arm and left leg exploded... literally. And again she had to learn to walk... again. Needless to say, she doesn't drive, has no desire to drive, and really is leery of being in cars. By the age of 45, she was wearing a hearing aide; now, she's pretty much deaf. In 1991, after 35 years of marriage, my parents separated. They've never divorced.

Those are the things she's had no control over.

The things she does have some control over, to a degree,

She's a diabetic. She suffers from an AV Block (heart blockage), high cholesterol, and high blood pressure. She's barely mobile and suffers from Frozen Shoulder Syndrome. Then there's a host of other small problems. She lives in the same house where I grew up. She lives with my brother, who is a paraplegic and also a diabetic. They've never gotten along well.

The problem is that control is not a word in my mother's vocabulary. She's going to do what she wants to do and the rest of you can jump in a lake. And so she does nothing, except read and watch television, eat fried foods, and drink sweet tea. However, the biggest problem I have with my mom is that she put her life, and happiness, in someone else's hands. She was totally dependant on my father for everything and that failed. She had no skills for which to carve her way in the world. She had disabilities, sure, but there are people, worse off, that overcome and thrive. I can honestly say, my mother hasn't thrived. She has no interest in thriving and a "woe is me" attitude. She's miserable and wallowing in it. And because of all this, I love her, but she makes me absolutely crazy.

At the end of April, my mother developed double vision. As a senior, a diabetic, and in general, I knew this wasn't good. And I wasn't told about it until five days after the onset. I immediately rushed her to the hospital. Thank goodness, it wasn't a stroke. It was Sixth Cranial Nerve Palsy; sometimes a complication of uncontrolled diabetes (seeing a pattern here?). Things only got worse. She was released from the hospital to a rehab facility, to get stronger. The problem now was that now mother needed more assistance than she had before. My brother isn't a possibility because of his own disabilities. So, we (by we, I mean I) started looking into alternative living arrangements for my mother. I wanted her independence for her, but I wanted her safe too.

My mother moved in with me a week ago today.

And I'm not happy.

Better for you French Toast

As the only daughter, out of five kids, my next statement should will not come as a suprise to you.  My mother moved in with me, yesterday.  What may shock you is that I am not happy about it.  It isn't that I don't love my mother, because that's certainly not the case.  I love my mother very much. 

The problem is that for 29 years I've been taking care of people, in one form or another.  So, when Catherine, my youngest, graduated from high school in June, I was elated.  You could even say, I was tickled pink.  I finally had my life back.  I've done my duty as a parent (well, the part that I was legally obligated to do anyway).  I was going to turn her bedroom into "The Naked Room" (I've referenced this before; it's from the movie 'Failure to Launch').

However, my mother is at a point in her life that she cannot live alone.  She's needs help.  She's a diabetic, has other has medical issues, balance problems, and very little stamina.  She's not sickly, but she's not well ... enough.  Sigh, so how, as the only daughter, do I turn my back.  I don't; I can't.

So, my mother moved in with me yesterday and I lost my Naked Room.  And this morning, I made her French Toast.  I changed everything I knew about it, so I wouldn't feel bad about giving it to her.

2 whole eggs
3 egg whites
1 cup skim (fat free) milk
1 tps sugar
2 tbs ground cinnamon
1 tsp vanilla
8 slices of 100% whole wheat bread
Cooking spray (such as Pam)

Heat a large (non-stick, if possible) skillet over medium heat.  In a bowl, combine all ingredients, except the cooking spray, and whisk until well blended, about a minute.

Lightly spray the pan with cooking spray.  Lay one slice of bread in the egg mixture for 5-10 seconds and flip with your fingers, or a fork and coat the other side.  Carefully move bread to heated pan.  Cook on one side for 1-2 mintues, or nicely golden brown. Flip and cook the other side until done, approxiately another minute (one way to test for doneness - press your finger into the bread, if it's firm, it's done).  Do not undercook because of the eggs.

Serve with a drizzle of honey or syrup.

Serves 4-5 people.