Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Clara's Cupcake Café



It's all in the dough. And a pastry chef's passion.

I wondered, when I first moved to the area, why there was no bakery in the village of York. Kittery has Beach Pea and When Pigs Fly, Ogunquit has Bread & Roses but, with no disrespect to Hannaford which does an admirable job with their artisan breads, I wanted to walk into a small hometown bakery complete with steamed windows, old stainless steel and glass cases of large kitchen war-torn aluminum trays of all things baked and frosted, powdered, sugared, dipped and glazed. I wanted a Nicolas Cage, right out of Moonstruck, to walk out of the back of the bakery with a sack of flour over his shoulders and emerge minutes later with fresh baguettes. An old fashioned idea yes, but that's what we all, I think, love about finding a little bakery. Excited at the possibilities of finding a few old fashioned favorites in the cases along with all the nouveau pastry delights of modern times.

When I walked into Clara's Cupcake Café three years ago, the bakery was the latest addition to the renovation of the Atlantic House on Beach Street in York Beach. It was part of celebrity Chef Lydia  Shire's culinary installment on the second floor, Blue Sky on York Beach. Clara's was on the ground floor and baked the bread and many of the desserts for Blue Sky. The pastry Chef was Jennifer Woods. I commented one time, after discovering and devouring at Clara's a pain chocolat - a french croissant filled with dark chocolate, that if I had had my eyes closed I would have thought I had stumbled into a boulangerie on the streets of Paris. I was transported. I had not had a croissant of that caliber in decades.

Fast forward to earlier this year when Lydia Shire departed from the Blue Sky endeavor and shortly after  many of her people followed her path out of town. Jen Woods is now Pastry chef at Mombo in Portsmouth. Patrons there might find sweet tooth bliss if Woods decides to make her spiced apple cake with buttermilk glaze. The bakery/pastry chef at Clara's after Woods departure, maybe there were several, gave the post an admiral attempt but I didn't feel the love, from the baker to the cashiers, gum chewing teenagers waiting to be rescued from having to work at all. The croissant in the case were smaller, overbaked and tired. Everything looked tired.

Fast forward again to a September 1st, 2010 when a young and talented pastry chef by the name of  Kristen Lawson arrived on the scene, I imagine a scenario much like that of Maria showing up at the Von Trapp household. Lawson is a Johnson & Wales grad and came to Clara's from Flour Bakery in Boston. There is an ever present smile on her face, a focus in her eyes and in the push of the kneading of bread and the pastry case in stocked with a charming variety of baked wonders. My first discovery in the case: an old fashioned donut. Small, round with a dark, deep fried golden outside and a tender inside that is almost like a Rhode Island clamcake sans clams. The story is that the recipe is from Lawson's great great grandmother. So now in the case, if there are any left on the day you decide to stop in, you will find "Grannie Nellie's Old Fashioned Donut Holes". Get two while you're there because you'll kick yourself halfway on your walk on the beach that you didn't. And eat them while they're warm. Swooning allowed.



Croissant and pain chocolat are back and in regal form. Paris would be proud. Muffins and scones are in the case, warm breads on the racks. And cupcakes. Pick your favorite. York Beach has a bakery.

A passionate pastry chef is at the helm. Love is back.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Ice House, Route 1B.








Who doesn’t love a neighborhood ice cream stand complete with small sliding windows and service from cheery collegebound teenagers and their piles of dollar bills next to their magicmarkered names. Good ice cream. Great even. Many flavors choices, a line of people three and four deep, especially in the late afternoon or early evening when it’s not quite dark but just the right time at the end of a summer one early Fall day to get an ice cream. While my favorite local go-for-a-cone place is Brown's near York’s Nubble Lighthouse, who doesn’t love a divergence? On a breathtakingly crisp Autumn drive near Portsmouth, NH along Rt.1B near New Castle I revisited The Ice House. It all there - the gravel parking lot, two to three service windows, ice cream choices that on this early Fall afternoon included Apple Crisp and Pumpkin. Moostracks? Of course. Tollhouse, yep. Coffee Kahlua Brownie, Totally Turtle, Raspberry Cheesecake and Birthday Cake, you'll find them here.
What the Ice House also has at the “outside” stand is a enormously extended list of pleasures from its inside restaurant. Temptations at the window include lobster roll, native shrimp roll, native crab melt, fried haddock, and a Spicy Boom Boom Burger ( you’ll have to make the trek to find out.) On this afternoon, my partner and I sat in the car, people watching, while digging in two large styrofoam cups of the Ice House Seafood Chowder. It’s all in there - local white fish, clams, even a few clam bellies, and lobster, in a thin milk-based broth. "Chock full" as my mother would say.  A crow sat on the overhead wires above the deck entertaining patrons with sqwaking stories of its day. So charm is included. He probably wanted the remnants of their cones, not that I can imagine he'd find any, and would wait, if not for this group of people, then the next arrivals of minivans and Mercedes. Friendly service, a picturesque spot on Route 1B, and a menu that will make you consider more than just ice cream, get to the Ice House before it closes for the season on Oct 17th and taste their Pumpkin ice cream, spiced with ginger and nutmeg. This is what Fall drives, and ice cream stands, are all about.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Time for apples.


Just as my nose thrills in inhaling the aromas of a wine, it can't get enough of the nuances of the beginning of a season, the shift from the last one. Especially Fall. Leaves, the first tinge of woodsmoke in the neighborhood, cold air mixed with warm sun even has a scent though I don't think I can adequately describe it. And apples. Crates of fresh picked apples smell amazing. And we haven't even gotten to the baking them into pie smell yet. The first find of roadside apples takes me right back to Sunday mornings as a kid at the apple stand out at the far north stretches of Chestnut street out at the West End. By the end of the excursion, we had tasted apples and brought bags of them home. It was always sunny, with sounds of rustling leaves from an always present October wind and cars parking on the gravel lot near the trees.  Car doors slamming, kids running, it was an event. I don't remember it ever raining on the day we got to go get apples. I don't recall smelling apples as a kid but I do remember the smell of the sunporch all week after that Sunday and its bags of fresh picked Macouns, Yellow Delicious and Macintosh.

It's time for apples.

Saturday, September 25, 2010