Egg Yolk Cake. + Rhubarb Egg Tart.

Two recipes, because we need something to do with all those egg whites after the yolks are used up in the cake! All of this is absolutely terrible for you, whatever diet you are or aren’t on.

Yolk Cake.

Ingredients.

  • 8 egg yolks
  • 1 whole egg
  • 200ml extra thick double cream
  • 300g mixed white and icing sugar
  • 300g flour and raising agents
  • a dash of vanilla

Utensils.

  • mixing bowl and whisk
  • greased or nonstick cake tin

Recipe.

  1. Preheat the oven to 160C.
  2. Mix together the egg yolks, egg, sugar, cream and vanilla into a smooth paste is formed.
  3. Fold the flour in gently.
  4. Mix in any raising agents.
  5. Pour into the cake tin.
  6. Bake for 30min. A skewer should come out without residue, but still be sticky to touch.
  7. Leave to finish cooking in its own heat.
  8. Jon says that keeping it in a tupper is essential to preserving stickiness.

Rhubarb Tart.

Ingredients.

For the crust:

  • 150g flour
  • 100g butter
  • 2 eggs
  • cinnamon to taste

For the filling:

  • 8 egg whites
  • 300g rhubarb stems
  • 250ml double cream
  • 5tbsp sugar
  • 1tsp thin vanilla extract

Utensils.

  • 2 mixing bowls with forks
  • whisk
  • greased or nonstick tart tin

Recipe.

  1. Mix the pastry ingredients into a firm dough.
  2. Press into a cake tin and refrigerate until needed.
  3. Preheat the oven to 160C.
  4. Whisk the egg whites until stiff.
  5. Fold in the cream and whisk some more.
  6. Stir in the sugar and vanilla.
  7. Clean and chop the rhubarb stems.
  8. Place in the tart base.
  9. Pour the egg mix on top, ensure even and flat distribution.
  10. Bake at 160C until firm, puffed up, a little brown on top but still jiggly.
  11. Leave to cool before slicing.

It was a way of using up a few eggs and some cream, I suppose. Probably also two of the most fattening dishes I ever make. Oh well. At least they’re cheap. 😛

TTFN and Happy Hunting!

 

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7 thoughts on “Egg Yolk Cake. + Rhubarb Egg Tart.

  1. Why not, instead of an egg yolk cake, make an egg WHITE cake consisting of my semen outload? You can smile and munch down happily as Jon is in the next room, watching television.

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  2. (8:06 PM EST)

    Hm. Still hasn’t been deleted.

    Alice must be sprawled back on the bed, covers turned up, legs lightly spread, fingering her clit as she images a real god penetrating her.

    *mocking stern laugh*

    Go to it, girl! Go to it.

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    • We both know you can post more reasonable comments, or avoid typing when there’s nothing better to say. I can live with the forced netspergers stuff if you will occassionally talk like a normal person or discuss the actual matter at hand. But if you’re just going to try and be edgy on every post and directly bother other commenters -your gaydar is broken, btw-, then unfortunately I will have to remove them and, if the lack of substance is consistent, block you for being disruptive. We know you’re trying to be edgy with the *actions* and the sexual talk, but there’s a time and a place for everything – and the homemaking blog of a Machiavellian female isn’t exactly the place to practice your text game.

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  3. Alright, here’s your “serious” quote.

    You’re trying to please me by inserting, at the end, “Machiavellian female.” Or at least impress me.

    So I’ve reached you with my wild behavior — whereas all the other betas haven’t scratched your titanium exterior one bit, and never will.

    Can we be frank here, for a moment, Alice? You married a fuckin loser. Do you know how I can tell? The name of your blog. “Your wife is evolving.” The whole imprimatur of that, the very tone, the inertia, is _moving away from Jon_. It’s a smack in the face to your husband. If you were MY wife, your blog title would be something like “Happy as hell servant on her knees . wordpress . com .”

    I have made you my private side-hobby. You interest me. It’s not that you’re special and different — never met a female who was, and I’ve known A LOT of them — but you have an attitude that calls to me.

    You’re a harem girl.

    I mean that literally.

    I am currently amassing a literal harem in Toronto. When I top off at 14 girls, I’ll stop. But you . . . you’d fit right in there.

    ALICE..

    And if you push me too far, I’ll be gone and never come back again or acknowledge you ever again. The souldeath. ~ CEO Greg Nikolic

    P.S. My site, in one-twentieth the time of yours already has more viewers/readers. That’s a consequence of my superior style which you girlishly criticize.

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    • I contemplated writing a polite response. But I think you just need the points.

      1: Whatever you want to call it -Machiavellian, DT, sociopathic, narcissistic, etc-, you missed the point that as a low-no-empathy female I am really completely the wrong target for practising text game. It will skew your data. Being polite does not mean I have any emotional depth at all.

      2: You also miss the point of the blog name. It’s more like pokemon evolution. If I don’t evolve, master trades me in for a Squirtle that might work harder to keep his attention. Got to evolve.

      3: Oneitis is a thing. If you’re trolling, the joke is good. If you’re not, the joke is better. You wouldn’t be the first or last to get so attached to the mere idea of a woman, though.

      That said, take your autism wherever you like. It was a bit of amusement.

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