In case you haven’t seen it, there are three parts
to each show: the Signature Challenge, the Technical Challenge, and the
Showstopper Challenge. For the first and last challenges, they plan their own
version of whatever has been assigned (“please make Paul and Mary sixteen
perfect petits fours, in two flavors”, e.g.). Some contestants come up with very
unusual flavor combinations, which makes me wish I could taste their results as
well as see them.
The Technical Challenge is different. The
contestants are all given the same recipe and ingredients, and left to do the
best job they can. Usually the recipe is for something that few of them have
ever made before, and sometimes it’s a pastry that none of them have even heard
of. On top of that, the recipe is deliberately skimpy on details—the temperature
for the oven, but not the baking time, for instance. Recipes for yeast-raised
dough tend to leave out rising times, and sometimes parts of the recipe just
say, “Make a custard” or “Prepare fruit”, leaving the contestant to fill in the
gaps with their own knowledge of baking (and some on-the-spot guesswork.)

Now onward to Cakes
For Bakers, a cookbook for the professional baker, copyright 1923. This
book belonged to my Grandpere, who was, indeed, a professional baker. The book
in interesting for a number of reasons. It’s old and refers to things like “pastry
butterine” and whether the damper should be closed while baking. The selection
of recipes is unlike my household cookbooks—it includes “Monte Carlos”, “Stork’s Nests”,
and various kinds of Zwieback and honey cake, for example. It offers
suggestions on pricing, decoration, and display of goods, and discusses the use
of ammonium carbonate in leavening cookies.

One thing is certain—there is no explanation of how the listed ingredients are to be mixed and
baked. To use these scrawled recipes, a person would either have to know the
technique, or look up a similar recipe and work from its instructions.
For a long time before I had this book, I was
trying to find a recipe for a certain kind of cookie that Grandpere made. All
through my childhood, when we stayed with them, we ate these cookies which were
stored in an old coffee can. There were crescents, ovals with scalloped edges,
and leaf-shapes, but they all seemed to be basically the same cookie with different toppings—chopped
nuts, tiny chocolate chips, whole cashews, or red candied fruit. My father said
much later that they were butter cookies, but the butter cookies I tried never
tasted quite right.
Eventually I found a butter cookie recipe with a
bit of almond flavor that seemed
right—but by then it had been so long that the flavor of the cookie was a dim
memory. Still, it seemed possible that the cookies might have had a touch of
almond—he put almond in the apple pastry and sliced almonds on the sides of
cakes. (I wish I had asked my father whether Grandpere was especially fond of
almond flavor. It’s too late now.)
So I was excited when I discovered the cookbook some years ago with its scraps of
recipes. Could the answer be here? Maybe the recipe for the butter cookie with
lemon? (Though I don’t remember any hint of lemon in the cookies he made.)
At least that list of ingredients matched with a recipe in the book, which would help with mixing directions.

The result, as I recall, was not remarkable. The
failing could be in the recipe or in my memory of the cookies or both. But the
challenge was an interesting one, and I think about it sometimes when I watch
the contestants on the Baking Show attempt to figure out their sketchy
instructions, and again when Paul and Mary survey the assorted results and compare
them to the picture-perfect version they’ve just been sampling in another tent.
If only I had a Chock Full O’Nuts can filled with
Grandpere’s cookies for the purpose of comparison, I could figure out that recipe
yet.