I wrote the title, took another bite of this thing and I’m thinking how much my palate has changed within the last few years. I used to be obsessed with macaroons, with eclairs, now I barely touch anything that sweet. The idea of having a sweet cocktail, apple martini or something along these lines doesn’t excite me at all. Savoury flavours took over. Only the love for a good red vino remained unchanged! 🙂
I first tasted castagnaccio when Lara made one and brought me the whole thing. I’ve never tasted anything like it. Slightly bitter from the freaky flour, I could put on the money on the fact there was no sugar added. It was heavy and stodgy and not a revelation, but then Lara never claimed to be a Masterchef. Then Nandia and Cristian brought one to ours, it was a completely different story. The texture was much lighter and it wasn’t a chore to eat. A few weeks ago I obtained some castagne flour and today finally decided it was time to have a go at it. Nadia gave me a recipe long time ago, but I decided to go with Pappagallo, who said he never really liked it, but then he tweaked the recipe a bit and was now converted.
Surprisingly easy thing to make, this. Mine was small, trial round, so I only used 200g of castagne flour, around 300ml of water( more than in the recipe, but when Luca showed what consistency it was supposed to have, I didn’t want to risk a stodgy result). 25g of sugar. 15g of cocoa. A generous handful of raisins, that were soaked in Cointreau( in rum in the original recipe, but I had none, this will change next time we’re in Esselunga, with the mint now in abundance it is time to make some mojitos). A pinch of salt. All this combined with a whisk, while the oven was getting hot at 180 degrees. The tray was generously drizzled with olive oil. I spinkled some pine nuts on top and a lot of fresh rosemary, which I will chop next time, in the current form it is inedible and one keeps digging it out. And that’s it. It baked for 30 minutes until cracked all over.
I gave a chunk to Nadia, waiting to hear what she thinks about it. Ours is nearly all eaten. 🙂