It’s another long July weekend for us here in Canada and all our American cousins in the US–yay!
Happy “I Love My Country” Day to both of us!
For those of you looking for summer/ buffet/ BBQ/ patriotic/ festive recipes for your long weekend, here are some of my favorites that would be appropriate for either July 1st OR July 4th. (And hope you caught a glimpse of my Cinnamon Crumb Coffee Cake for Our Panera’s Gluten Free Dream Day yesterday, too!).
Have a great long weekend, everyone–and celebrate!
[Note: Recipes marked with an asterisk * are gluten-free; others use spelt or or barley flour]
[How about that red and white background? Pretty patriotic, eh?]
There’s an annual event in Montreal called The High Lights Festival in which (among other things) La Belle Ville invites chefs from other world-class cities to cook alongside the Quebeçois culinary masters and exchange ideas. This year (2008), the guest city was the very one yours truly calls home: Toronto.
Toronto? Some of the French hosts, apparently, almost refused to participate. After all, every other location in Canada is entirely inferior to well, anywhere in Quebec when it comes to cuisine, non? I mean, the rest of us are simply les bêtes sans a mote of culinary imagination or refinement, n’est-ce pas?
Well, it may be true that the phrases “Canadian gourmet” or “Canadian cuisine” are, like the iconic “jumbo shrimp,” simply oxymorons. (And boo hoo, we’ve now lost one of the great comedians of all time along with the originator of that wordplay). I mean, for most of my life, the mere idea of a uniquely Canadian cuisine was pretty much a joke. As in so many other areas, our gastronomy is often eclipsed by that of our overseas ancestors. Pizza? Nope–that was Italy. Crêpes Suzette? France, of course. Schwarzwald torte? Germany beat us to it. Haggis? Scotland claimed that one. Chocolate-covered bacon? Well, turns out that was the creation of none other than our older and more populous neighbor, the good ole U. S. of A.
And what about us here in Canuck Country? A quick excursion to Wikipedia reveals several “Canadian-made” foodstuffs, many of which are cooked forms of indigenous plants. There are Saskatoon berries out west, Nanaimo bars way out west, cloudberries (also known as bakeapple) and cod tongues way out east, or fine wines of Ontario (no, seriously. Apparently, the Niagara region shares the same microclimate as parts of California).
But for truly singular creations that seem to roar ”Canada,” like it or not, we’ve routinely turned to Quebec. No wonder those guys have swelled heads when it comes to food. Quebec–where the language is different (bien sûr!), the aesthetic is different (ah, those couture‘d demoiselles!), the zeitgeist is different (4-hour dinners? de rigeur!), the beer is definitely different (um, 12 per cent?), and the cuisine is nonpareil.
According to Bill Casselman in his Canadian Food Words, “butter tart” is “a phrase and a confection that is 100% Canadian.” He goes on to write,
There is even a proper Canuck way to ingest this northern nectar of the oven. One holds the butter tart in one hand at lip height. One does not bring the flaky-doughed cuplet with its inner pool of sugared gold to the mouth. No. One stoops slightly inward toward the butter tart, not only to take an encompassing chomp but also to do obeisance to the gooey rills of embuttered ambrosia soon to trickle in sweet streamlets down the eater’s gullet . . . .
Sounds great, doesn’t it? Just a couple of minor problems: (a) I’ve never even tasted a butter tart, let alone baked one; (b) with a filling made primarily of butter and eggs, they are decidedly not vegan. What to do?
I consulted my trusty human encylopedia (that would be the HH) as well as my world’s biggest butter tart aficionado (ditto). From what he tells me, the filling is very much the consistency of that in a pecan pie (probably why I never tasted them)–only about 1,462,873.05 times sweeter.
I examined various online photos of the things and got a sense of the density required: a filling firm enough to hold its shape, spongy around the edges yet soft and oozing in the middle, all enclosed by a buttery tart crust. With this exemplar in mind, I went to work in the kitchen.
The first round, with a serviceable shell and not entirely unpleasant taste, were nonetheless a wee bit too gooey and glossy–sort of like heavy, sugared shellac poured over raisins (too much like a stealth weapon in a James Bond movie, I’m afraid). Given the preponderance of eggs in the original recipe, I knew I’d have to reproduce the same airy, slightly bubbly consistency that results when whites are beaten until foamy. A few extra filling ingredients and a pinch of baking powder later, and–zut alors!–I had it.
The HH tells me that these are extremely close to the real thing. They’re everything you’d want in a butter tart: flaky pastry crust, with a rich, sticky, firmer-on-the-outside, gooey-on-the-inside filling. All they’re missing is the cholesterol, animal fat, and refined sugars (quel domage!)
I know what I’ll be baking for the upcoming long weekend, as we sit out back sipping Mojitos (decidedly not Canadian–well, except for the mint), shield the dogs from neighbours’ fireworks, hope the rain takes a hike, and enjoy our all-Ontario meal. We’ll look up at the stars and be thankful to live in such a diverse, scenic, and placid country (and let’s not forget–”polite.”) Now, if only the snow were a little less abundant, it would be perfect. . . ..
Bon Fête, Canada!
(“Um, Mum, we beg to differ on the “ world’s biggest butter tart aficionado” point. You know we’d be the biggest fans. . . except you never let us eat them. Oh, to taste something with sugar. . . And what was that about fireworks?“)
Vegan Butter Tarts
[Note the "embuttered ambrosia" as it trickles out, glorious and free, from the center of that tart!]
Crust:
1-2/3 cups (220 g.) whole spelt flour
1/4 tsp. (1.5 ml.) sea salt
1/2 cup (125 ml.) coconut oil, melted
2 Tbsp. (30 ml.) agave nectar
Filling:
1/4 cup raisins
1/2 cup (125 ml.) brown rice syrup
1/4 cup (60 ml.) agave nectar
2 Tbsp. (30 ml.) organic cornstarch
2 Tbsp. (30 ml.) coconut oil, melted
1 tsp. (5 ml.) pure vanilla extract
2 tsp. (10 ml.) brandy or rum (or use 1 more tsp. vanilla)
2 Tbsp. (30 ml.) ground chia seeds
1/4 tsp. (1.5 ml.) baking powder
Preheat oven to 325 F (170 C). Lightly grease 8 individual tart pans (I used 3-inch or 7.5 cm. pans with removable bottoms). If you’re using solid pans (without removable bottoms), it’s worth lining these with parchment paper rounds, as the bottoms may stick to the pan otherwise.
Make the crust: In a medium bowl, sift the flour and salt. In a small bowl, melt the coconut butter and then whisk in the agave nectar until combined.
Pour the coconut-agave mixture over the flour mixture and toss with a fork until it comes together. Knead with your hands just until the wet ingredients are well incorporated. You should have a very soft dough that just holds its shape (if dough is really too soft, sprinkle more flour about one tablespoon at a time until you reach a just barely firm texture–this dough should be very soft!). Divide dough into 8 equal portions among the tart pans.
Dust your hands with flour. Beginning with the sides of the tart pans, press the dough evenly to cover each pan. Bake the shells for 10-12 minutes until just starting to puff up. Remove from oven and sprinkle about 1/2 tablespoon (7.5 ml.) of the raisins in the bottom of each shell.
Meanwhile, make the Filling: In a medium bowl, whisk together the brown rice syrup and agave nectar with the cornstarch until the mixture is smooth. Whisk in the melted coconut butter, vanilla, brandy, and Salba (be sure there are no little lumps of Salba in the mixture). Add the baking powder last and mix quickly just to blend.
Divide the mixture equally among the tart pans so the pans are about 3/4 full, or filling is almost even with the top of the crusts (you may have a bit of filling left over–it makes a nice topping over ice cream or pancakes).
Bake 25-30 minutes in preheated oven, turning about halfway through to ensure even baking. The tarts are ready when the filling appears foamy on top and bubbles a little onto the sides of crust in the pans. It will begin to brown on top but will still appear quite liquid when you jiggle the pans; this is as it should be. Remove the tarts carefully from the oven and allow to cool to room temperature, then refrigerate until firm.
These can be eaten cold or at room temperature; for the latter, chill first and then return to room temperature. Store, covered, in the refrigerator for up to 5 days. Makes 8 butter tarts.
[This recipe will also appear in my upcoming cookbook, Sweet Freedom, along with more than 100 others, most of which are not featured on this blog. For more information, check the "Cookbook" button at right, or visit the cookbook blog.]
