Fast forward a few months to a couple weeks before juries that semester (aka music major finals.) I get an email from my accompanist's husband; my accompanist broke her hand and can't play. Panic! Once I came back to my senses, I emailed my cookie cutter friend. I begged and pleaded, and promised baked goods in exchange for just one last-minute jury, on one slow, easy, little bitty piece. Lucky for me, she's awesome.
So, "easy" might have not been the best word for this piece. I mean, the horn part was easy. The piano part was easy. We got together for our first rehearsal, and we were lost. There were triplets on top of sixteenth note weird-ness, tempo chaos, entrances out of nowhere, and everything else a musician dreads. There was one part in my music where I had to write "JUST GO!" because it made no sense with the accompaniment, I had to just close my eyes and dive in.
Carl Nielsen's Canto Serioso. I freakin love this piece. But not as much as I love his woodwind quintet, go look it up!
We rehearsed the darn piece twice as much as I thought we'd need to, but it was worth it. We sounded awesome. Like, really really awesome. So, true to my promise, I baked her cookies. I figured it was only appropriate to break in the adorable cookie cutter she gave me! The first thing I thought of when I saw it was these cookies; cute, old-fashioned, and full of jammy goodness. I whipped up a batch the day before the big show, and man were they good! I didn't have a smaller heart for the inside, so I had to make due with a little circle. My one regret was that these guys are BIG. Like, half a meal big.
Fast forward to recital week, I figured it was only appropriate to bake accompanist cookies again. If you haven't noticed, it's kinda what I do. I bake. So I tossed together the same cookies for her, just as tasty and cute as before!
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Erica Sipes, the woman with the magic fingers! |
I waited for her in the reception, but she never showed up. There was a rumor that she was recording somthing downstairs, but when I went to try and grab her, the door was locked, and I couldn't hear any piano-ing from within. So there I was. Standing in Squires with a plate of cookies.
I ate them.
I felt a little bad about it. But I tried! I really did! I didn't want to leave them in her box because then they'd be weird by Monday morning, plus the mailroom was probably locked on a Saturday afternoon. I didn't have her number, so I couldn't call her to see if she was in the building. I mean, at least I shared them with everyone else?
Jam Hearts
Adapted from Food Republik
2 cups flour
1 cup butter at room temperature
3/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp almond extract (I just doubled the vanilla instead)
6 tbsp jelly
Divide dough in half and gather each half into a ball. Flatten into disks, wrap in plastic, and place in fridge for about 40 minutes.
Take out one ball of dough at a time. On a lightly floured surface, roll dough out to a little less than 1/4 inch thick (I found this much easier between two sheets of plastic). Loosen dough from surface using a spatula. Cut hearts out of dough. In half of the hearts, cut out a smaller heart-shaped hole. Place on parchment lined cookie sheets.
Bake one sheet at a time at 325 until edges are light brown, about 12-15 minutes. After 5 minutes, transfer to a wire rack and let cool completely.
Spread about a teaspoon of jam on the hole-less cookies. Place the cutout cookies on top of the jam to make jam cookie sandwiches.
sooo tasty
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