
When I got the description of my apartment, two days before I moved into it, it said “2 Zimmer mit Küchennutzung” (two rooms and use of kitchen). Usually, this means the kitchen is shared with other people who live on the same floor, or you have access to someone else’s kitchen. However, upon arrival I discovered I do have a kitchen of my own, but I share it with the house owner’s guests: their guest room is in my apartment. So, while most of the time the kitchen is mine, and I can keep it to the clean standards I require of myself (as one of the Fulbrighters here mentioned, I’m a “neat-freak” when it comes to the kitchen), I do have to share the kitchen every once in a while. So far this has happened once, and it was a very pleasant experience. I’m glad, because whenever someone comes and stays in the guest room, I have company and am not living entirely alone. I’m still getting used to the silence that seems to creep in with the setting sun.
There are two major draw-backs to my lovely Amelie kitchen: 1) the stove is a double hot plate that I plug into the wall when I want to use it, and 2) there is no oven. I’ve been able to adapt to the “stove” and have created very good meals, despite my lack of frying pans (which I’m working on). The oven, however, has been a different story. The teachers at the school have been very helpful in giving me items I need – I got an iron from one teacher, another is letting me borrow a television for the year, and a third has given me the mini toaster-oven the language assistant before me had (she stayed in the same apartment as I am in). I just got the oven this past week, and have been very excited to try it out. The teacher who gave me the iron also brought in an entire bucket of plums to school on Friday, after bringing in a plum tart on Wednesday. She threatened that if we teachers didn’t take the plums home, there would never be any more plums or plum tarts for us to enjoy. Being excited about free fresh fruit, and a bit afraid of the wrath that could ensue if I didn’t help myself, I took a bowlful home with me. I gave a good third of them to the visitor who was staying in the guest room, as she was leaving that day and I wanted to give her something for the train ride, and the rest I ate on my own. They have been a really good healthy snack alternative to the pieces of chocolate I’ve been eating lately, even though I have to admit they don’t quite replace the cocoa goodness!
I ate all of them except for about twenty, which I turned into a mini plum tart of my own, after my mother’s, and grandmother’s, recipe. I eye-balled the measurements (I didn’t bring any American measuring devices with me and have yet to buy a kitchen scale) and managed to make some sort of a dough, placed the plums on top, sprinkled it with a tasty streusel, and went to my oven to bake it. It was then that I realized that my beautiful, shiny, silver oven only has one temperature setting: and I have no idea what it is. I can only set the top or bottom heating elements to be on and how long it should bake.
Rather than break down in tears, which a part of me threatened to do, I decided to hope it was the standard 180 degrees centigrade (about 350 degrees farenheit), stuck my tart in, and crossed my fingers. I’m not sure if it was because the tart was a quarter the size it usually should be, or if the oven is a lot hotter than I had hoped, but the tart was done in about twelve minutes. I haven’t tasted it yet – I’m getting company today and was hoping to have a traditional German Sunday “Kaffee und Kuchen” – so I have no idea how it came out. My poor guest will have to be the guinea pig!
I think I am going to have to invest in an oven thermometer, just so I know what temperature at which I’m actually baking things. In the meantime, I’m already scheming how I’m going to fit a mini-turkey into my mini oven at Thanksgiving…
Zwetschgenkuchen
Note: I actually prefer this kuchen with fresh, tart apples, thinly sliced and placed in rows on top of the tart dough, then also sprinkled with streusel. Either way it’s very good served with a bit of whipped cream (sweetened or not, as you like) and coffee or tea.
1 3/4 cups flour
ca. 1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup + a couple Tbsp (unsalted!) butter
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp vanilla extract (the real stuff folks, not the imitation!)
1 egg
Measure the flour, sugar, and baking powder into a pile on a clean counter or cutting board. Cut the butter into the flour mixture, making small pea-sized pieces. Add vanilla and egg and knead into a dough with your hands. If it is too dry, add a bit more butter.
For the streusel:
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup flour
ca. 1 stick (unsalted!) butter
ca. 1/2 tsp cinnammon (can be more if you like)
Again, cut the butter into the flour/sugar mixture and then mix the cinnammon in with your fingertips until there are loose, small clumps.
Roll the dough out thinly on a clean surface and place onto a baking sheet (the kind that has edges, not the flat cookie sheet kind). Cut plums down the edge of one side, open and remove the pit. Place plums in rows onto the dough, then top with streusel. Bake at 350 degrees Farenheit for about 30 minutes (checking regularly). The tart should not get browned, but should be done all the way.
