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COOKING<br />
WITH SCRATCH ©<br />
Would<br />
you<br />
try a dessert<br />
named kalter hund<br />
(cold dog)? Or<br />
gestreifter hund (striped dog), kalte schnauze,<br />
(cold snout), karierter affe (plaid monkey),<br />
gestreifter affe (striped monkey), kalter igel<br />
(cold hedgehog) or keksmauer (biscuit wall)?<br />
These are just a few of the regional variations<br />
of names for an icebox cake we would enjoy<br />
once in a blue moon at Tante (aunt) Waltraud<br />
and Onkel (uncle) Horst Fahsel’s house back in<br />
the 1960s.<br />
Horst and Waltraud were some of my parents’<br />
first friends when they moved to America<br />
after the war. My father, Horst Kertscher, (yes,<br />
two Horsts—it’s a popular German name!)<br />
sponsored Horst Fahsel in the mid ‘50s when<br />
his visa was about to expire, and they worked<br />
together after he moved from Chicago to New<br />
Jersey.<br />
My parents were very fond of the handsome<br />
Horst and so was I. He came and visited us<br />
often when we lived in the duplex in Montclair,<br />
and my baby album features several photos of<br />
us together.<br />
Horst sent for his bride in the early ‘50s and<br />
got married in New Jersey. They lived in West<br />
Orange for quite some time, and I have vivid<br />
memories of going for kaffee und kuchen (coffee<br />
and cake) at their house when I was growing up.<br />
We had to dress up for kaffee. It was fancy.<br />
We were allowed to sit with the grownups<br />
if there was room at the table. If not, all the<br />
children were relegated to having mikchkaffee<br />
(coffee with lots of milk) and cake in the kitchen.<br />
Horst and Waltraud’s home was decorated in<br />
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(It bothers me that trends from my youth are<br />
considered antiques now!)<br />
I can still recall their dining room. There was<br />
a beautiful, sleek Danish teak table in the dining<br />
room with matching chairs and credenza,<br />
lovingly dusted and polished.<br />
Waltraud would set the table with her best<br />
china. And, in the middle of the table, if we<br />
were lucky, there was her famous kalter hund on<br />
a pretty crystal dish.<br />
Waltraud was the only tante who made<br />
this cake. This is not your standard Nabisco<br />
chocolate wafer/whipped cream icebox cake you<br />
may be familiar with.<br />
My mother, Gertrude, didn’t have anything<br />
like it in her repertoire. She was the queen of<br />
fruit tarts and crumb cakes. I honestly don’t<br />
remember her making anything chocolatey.<br />
Thankfully one of my father’s sisters, Tante<br />
Lanni, knew the recipe and dictated her version<br />
of it to me while I scribbled frantically in my<br />
little notebook. I still have that copy today—<br />
half in German, half in English. My amusing<br />
little note at the bottom of the handwritten<br />
recipe makes me laugh: “I hope I can still read<br />
this when I am 40.”<br />
I was curious about the origins of the name<br />
and found this on Wikipedia, under hedgehog<br />
slice (its Austrian name): “Many German<br />
histories refer to a 1920s recipe from the baking<br />
firm Bahlsen that combined chocolate with<br />
packaged cookies. The name “Kalter Hund”<br />
might have been a reference to the rectangular<br />
pans resembling mining box cars (hund, or dog)<br />
in which the dessert is often made.”<br />
I feel lucky to have stayed in touch over the<br />
years with Martin Fahsel, Horst and Waltraud’s<br />
son. While his parents are deceased, his Aunt<br />
Inge—Horst’s sister—is still in New Jersey.<br />
Martin and his wife come up from North<br />
Carolina to visit at least once a year.<br />
We usually meet them for dinner<br />
before they head up to New York<br />
state to visit her relatives.<br />
Listening to Martin talk about<br />
coming up to the lake to swim with<br />
us and go fishing with my father<br />
brought back some happy memories<br />
that he shared with me. (That’s a<br />
picture of me with Waltraud in<br />
a lake in West Milford in 1955.)<br />
Martin recalled listening to the<br />
Beatles’ “Rubber Soul” album and<br />
Don McLean’s “American Pie” on<br />
my record player upstairs with me<br />
and my brother, Frank. And he<br />
recently thanked me for introducing him to<br />
rock and roll.<br />
A few notes about kalter hund: You may have<br />
to hunt around for Palmin brand coconut fat,<br />
one of the key ingredients. It is a very clean<br />
tasting fat that will help the kalter hund frosting<br />
set up hard when refrigerated.<br />
German specialty shops, which now are,<br />
unfortunately, few and far between, usually<br />
carry Palmin. It is also available on Amazon,<br />
where I’ve purchased it a few times.<br />
Use the best quality chocolate you can find.<br />
The better the chocolate, the better your kalter<br />
hund will turn out. I once used Dick Taylor<br />
Craft Chocolate 70% Belize semisweet dark<br />
baking chocolate that a dear friend gave me for<br />
my birthday that was exquisite! Ghirardelli dark<br />
and milk chocolate chips are also excellent and<br />
made in America (from San Francisco!). Just<br />
don’t use unsweetened baking chocolate.<br />
Leibnizkeks, butter biscuits by Bahlsen, are<br />
available in most supermarkets.<br />
Kalter hund is decadently sweet. The original<br />
recipe has you make it in a regular bread loaf<br />
pan, but I find making it in mini loaf pans<br />
makes for more realistic portions. This recipe<br />
yields four to six mini loaves. They freeze well<br />
and are great to have “in the vault.”