It’s time for another recipe from 1965! Continuing our vintage cooking experiment, we chose a tasty looking recipe from January 19 – Coffee Velvet. Sounds good, right? However, it resulted in our first unmitigated FAILURE. First, the recipe:

The very, very vague instructions:

3 cups milk, 4 tablespoons coffee made from essence, 1 dessertspoon lemon juice, 1/2 cup sugar, 2 eggs, 2 tablespoons cornflour. Bring milk, sugar and coffee essence to boil, stir in dissolved cornflour, add beaten egg yolk, cook until thick and smooth. Turn into pyrex dish, make meringue of beaten egg whites, 4 tablespoons sugar, lemon juice. Spread on top and bake in moderate oven. Serve hot or cold.

Okay, first up: coffee essence. We went with Bushells Coffee and Chicory Essence as it’s an old-fashioned Aussie ingredient, used in many traditional baking recipes. We opened it up and yowza, it’s basically very strong, very sweet coffee syrup. Here it is with everything else.

First I had to make the custard. You would not believe the debate we had about the coffee part. I argued that “4 tablespoons coffee made from essence” meant that I needed to make up a cup of coffee essence plus water as if I was going to drink it, and then take 4 TB from that. However, I could not find a single recipe telling me what ratio of essence to water to use. (The bottle label recommends you put it in milk to make a milky drink with whipped cream.) The Snook however argued that I should use the ratio on the bottle to simply add enough syrup for 3 cups of milk, as if I was making a pot of that drink. His way would’ve involved a lot more syrup, so we settled on starting with 2 teaspoons and then eventually adding a third. I also cut back on the sugar a bit as these recipes are always way too sweet.

The recipe also has you pour beaten egg yolks straight into very hot milk, which seemed like something we should alter. I decided instead to temper the eggs by adding a couple spoonfuls of the mixture to the eggs. That seemed to work well, and eventually I had it all coming together in the pot. My only concern was the amount of cornflour, which seemed pretty low. (I dissolved it first in a shot glass of water.) I started to worry it wouldn’t set… which, as it turns out, was a valid concern.

But anyway, once it was thick enough to coat the back of the spoon, I poured it into my pyrex dish and set it aside to cool a bit.

On to the meringue! I’m not an expert meringue maker, but I did know to make sure my bowl was clean and free of any fats. I did not know, however, that I should whip the eggs before adding the sugar. I don’t think it made much difference though.

See? I still got stiff peaks.

The custard was still very liquid, so I sort of floated islands of meringue on top until I could smooth them out and cover it completely.

Next mystery: what’s a “moderate oven”? I did some googling and consensus seemed to be about 180C / 350F. So I preheated the oven and set the dish inside to hopefully start solidifying.

We obviously had no idea how long it would take to cook. I checked on it after 25 minutes and EEEEEK. 😱 The meringue was getting very brown, but I could tell by moving the dish that it was still essentially just hot liquid underneath. I turned the oven down to 150C / 300F and moved the dish to the lowest shelf, hoping that would keep it from overbrowning while it continued to cook.

Eventually it became clear after nearly an hour of baking that no solidification was happening, so I pulled it out. Maybe, I reasoned, it would work better chilled? So after it cooled down, I put it into the fridge for a few hours. Later that night once it was thoroughly cold, I pulled it out to give it a try.

Folks, it was Not Good. Well, actually it tasted all right. It’s basically coffee-flavoured milk and sugar, right? But the custard had completely split in the oven, and it was like grainy scrambled eggs in there. It never solidified at all.

So, THAT was disappointing. But as with our previous experiment, the Snook was inspired to try to modernise and improve on the recipe. He did some research and discovered something called a Flan Pâtisserie, which is basically a French custard tart. He looked at several recipes for it and realised that they were all pretty similar to the ingredients called for in our 1965 book, just in a different ratio. He then came up with his own recipe for a small serving:

1 egg + 1 yolk ~70g
80g sugar
28g cornstarch
~ 1.5c milk
Tiny pinch salt
40mL espresso
Pat of butter 

Bake 180 fan. 40 minutes. Then top with meringue:

37g egg whites
75g powdered sugar
Dash lime juice
Vanilla

Blow torch.

He documented his process for posterity. First, he weighed out 18g of beans, which is what he uses for a 40mL double shot in our machine.

Then he started heating up the milk gently…

…while he whisked the eggs, sugar, and cornstarch together.

Then it was time to make the coffee! He ground the beans and pulled a 40mL double shot.

He then added the coffee and salt to the milk mixture.

He then used the hot coffee milk mixture to temper the egg mixture, eventually pouring all the milk into the eggs.

That went back into the pan and over heat, where he cooked it until it thickened up.

His custard ended up WAY thicker than mine! The secret, he said, was “way more cornstarch.” (He was supposed to stir in a pat of butter at this point, but he forgot.)

He filled two small ramekins with it…

…and baked in 180C / 350F fan-forced oven for 40 minutes. When they came out they were puffed up, but then sank as they cooled.

He mixed up his meringue, and as he is an expert meringue maker, he knew to whisk the egg whites first and THEN add the sugar. 😐

His meringue definitely looked more luxe and glossy than mine. He also added a bit of vanilla.

He topped the ramekins and then blow-torched them.

I mean, there’s really no contest, is there? Old and busted vs new and improved!

Also, his tasted delicious, of course. The coffee flavour wasn’t as pronounced, but the texture was firm and creamy throughout. (If he’d made them in a springform, I reckon they may have even held their shape on their own.) It reminded me very much of the texture of pumpkin pie. The meringue was like a rich vanilla marshmallow on top.

So ultimately the Snook was able to rescue Coffee Velvet from the jaws of defeat. If you want to make it, I definitely recommend you use his version!

Continuing with our vintage cooking experiment, for the second week of January we chose what looked to be a very simple recipe: January 13 – Peach Marshmallow.

That looks pretty simple, right? Here’s the recipe:

Fill up a dozen peach halves (drained from a tin) with crushed pineapple. Top with marshmallow and grill under a slow heat until marshmallows melt a little. Serve with ice cream.

The first hurdle I ran into was actually getting canned peach halves. Most of the ones on offer in our supermarket were slices. Eventually I found one brand though…

Rather than making a dozen, I just made 4 for us after dinner. I crushed some of the pineapple and filled each of the peach halves with it, then topped it with a marshmallow.

This is where I registered a concern: I went with Pascall Marshmallows because I figured they were an Aussie brand and would therefore be closest to what the recipe was asking for. Unlike American marshmallows, these are sold in the candy aisle and are intended to be eaten like sweets. They were coated in cornstarch and had almost a crunchy exterior. I had no idea how they would melt.

I put them into the oven with the top element turned on, but rather low on the temperature (like 170C). As you can see they did start to toast and melt a bit. I think they were in there well under 10 minutes, and I pulled them for fear they’d burn.

Here they are, served with ice cream.

It was… okay. I mean, it’s just a peach, some pineapple, and a marshmallow. The canned peaches did get warm, but they were still pretty firm. The marshmallow was sticky and the outside was still rather crunchy, though the middle was gooey. This didn’t feel like that impressive of a dessert.

Enter the Snook.

He decided to have a go at modernising it and fancying it up. We started by doing some research on marshmallows, and after talking to some of my older friends, it looks like packaged marshmallows were not readily available here in 1965. Instead people would have been making their own using a recipe like this. “That just looks like a Swiss meringue!” he said, and got to work. He assembled his ingredients. (The plastic container has the rest of the pineapple in it.)

He started by separating the eggs. After some internal debate he decided to do two eggs, which he weighed and then adjusted the recipe accordingly. (He did have a bit left over though, so one egg might have been sufficient.) He didn’t bother with any cream of tartar, and he had vanilla essence rather than a bean.

The egg whites were mixed with sugar and gently cooked over a double-boiler until they reached the required temperature.

Meanwhile, he halved and pitted the fresh, ripe peaches, and he brushed them with macadamia oil. (He left the skin on.)

Then he grilled the peaches on a ridged grill pan.

Once the egg/sugar mixture was at the right temperature, he took it off the heat, added the vanilla, and began to whisk.

Eventually it became thick and glossy. (He thinks he might have over whipped it a bit as he was hoping for stiff peaks, but it still looked great to me!)

Time to assemble. He filled each grilled peach with crushed canned pineapple as before, and then added a big dollop of the Swiss meringue.

And then out came the blowtorch! 🔥 He gently toasted each one to a golden brown.

And here’s the completed (Fancy) Peach Marshmallow, again served with ice cream.

This version was SO MUCH BETTER. The ripe peach was soft with the perfect amount of bitterness from the char marks. The Swiss meringue was delicious and fluffy with that slight burnt sugar taste from toasted marshmallows. This is something you could serve to guests and rightly feel pretty proud of yourself!

Future enhancement: Rodd thinks there’s also scope to improve on the pineapple element, perhaps by adding a bit of rum or bourbon? Maybe caramelised and cooked down with some brown sugar and cinnamon? YES, PLEASE.

Way back in 2007, I was gifted by my mother-in-law Bev a copy of the Country Women’s Association of New South Wales cookbook “A Dessert for Every Day of the Year – 1965.”

I made two recipes from it, but then set it aside for another day. Well, I just realised that this year will be its sixtieth anniversary 🤯 so it’s a good occasion to explore some more. This time I started with January 2: SUMMER PUDDING.

This isn’t like the English-style summer pudding that I’m used to. Instead it’s more like a whipped fruity gelatine dessert. Here’s the recipe:

SUMMER PUDDING
Mix 1 heaped tablespoon of flour in one cup of cold water very smoothly; add another cup of cold water, 1 cup sugar, and 1 heaped tablespoon of powdered gelatine. Bring to boil, stirring all the time; add the juice of 2 oranges and 1 lemon. Turn into a basin and allow to cool. When beginning to set, beat for half an hour, then add 6 passionfruit and put into a mould to set.

Pretty simple, eh? I started off by boiling the flour, water, sugar, and gelatine as directed.

Meanwhile, I squeezed two oranges and a lemon.

Once the mixture had boiled, I added the fruit juice and set it aside to cool down a bit.

Eventually I poured it into KitchenAid bowl and put it in the fridge to chill. I noticed after an hour or so that it looked like it had separated a bit (as it was setting from the edges) so I gave it a good stir. After another hour or so it was starting to fully set, so I got it out and started beating.

The instructions to “beat for half an hour” gave me some pause. I mean, really?? So I asked my knitting group chat for their opinions.

Consensus was that the point is to make it thick and light and creamy, and that 8-10 minutes with a modern stand mixer would probably be sufficient. It definitely changed colour after a while and started to grow in volume, and by 9 minutes looked like a bowl of thick white fluff.

Time to add the passionfruit. I’m guessing that the expectation back then was that you’d have your own passionfruit vine. That’s not as common in the city these days, and currently fresh passionfruit are about $2 apiece. So I went with a couple of the small cans of passionfruit pulp, filtering out some of the excess syrup. I folded it in and it immediately all sank to the bottom of the bowl.

I let it chill for a few more hours. Once it had thickened to the point where it could support the passionfruit seeds, I gave it another stir so they were distributed throughout. Here’s what it looked like before bedtime (when I couldn’t resist having a little taste.)

And here’s the finished “summer pudding!”

It’s very light and fluffy, and I feel like I’m eating the foam off a bubble bath. The citrus and passionfruit flavour is lovely, but man, it’s just way too much sugar. I need to remember going forward that I should pretty much just halve the sugar in any recipe. (They really liked things sweet in 1965.) It also makes a LOT of pudding, and it’s economical in that the ingredients really don’t cost much (especially if you have your own passionfruit and lemon trees, which I expected many CWA members would).

I wonder what the second week of January will bring…?