This is what my New Year’s is known for. My Babushka’s famous Vafilney Tort is an extremely simple no bake cake filled with condensed sweetened milk, wafers and walnuts. The simplicity of this cake reminds me that New Year’s Eve is best filled with nostalgia and the comfort of friends.
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“All is quiet in my house, nothing stirs…not even a mouse” only the quiet hum of the aquarium filter can be heard…I am the only one awake…playing with the little “Ded Maroz” (Father Frost) under our New Year’s “yolachka” (Christmas Tree)trying to conceal the excitement bubbling out of my 40 pound body for the night ahead.
It’s the only night when even children are allowed to stay up with the adults and enjoy the festivities of the coming year. It’s December 31st 1988 on a usually snowy day in my homeland…Russia. The streets are bustling with people getting last minute treats for their elaborate New Year’s Eve feasts…traffic roars down busy streets as people rush home for their naps. That is precisely what was happening at my house. All the adults were fast asleep getting their much needed sleep in preparation for a night filled with laughter, drinking and celebration.
Much like our dinners New Year’s eve has become a marathon of food and drink. Memories, tales and shots are shared much into the early mornings…until all the crumbs from the dining room tables are cleared and replaced with steaming cups of tea and coffee and plates of freshly made omelets with butter. After a 12 hour marathon the survivors return to their homes to freshen themselves up for Day 2 of celebration: New Year’s Day; a repeat of Day 1…more memories, more tales, more food, more vodka.
In Russia New Year’s Eve is as big as Christmas is in the states. Christmas and God Forbid, Hanukkah were not to be found on any calendar. Instead, New Year’s Eve was lavishly celebrated. Houses displayed their sparkling and tinsel-wrapped yolachka’s, our version of Christmas Trees, in their windows proudly. Everyone gives each other presents and goes to see New Year’s Eve plays featuring our non-controversial version of Santa Claus, Ded Maroz or Father Frost and his usually much younger sexy, scantily clad assistant “Snegurachka”.
I still remember our beautiful “yolachka”. A real tree, that still smelled of pine and frost. We had the most gorgeous ornaments that were hand-made and each one had its own personality. My dad and I would decorate the tree together, my favorite part was spreading the cotton “snow” under the tree bottom. We laid “Ded Maroz” and “Snegurachka” figurines into the “snow” along with tinsel, toy trains, presents and all the other ornaments that never made it onto the tree. Countless hours were spent playing under that tree, wondering which presents were for me, dreading the moment we would have to put the tree away.
On New Year’s Eve lots was to be done. And everyone somehow had a role in the success of the evening. My brother was typically outside having snowball fights with his friends. My babushka (please refer to this post for Russian lesson.) would usually be in the dining room laying out the first course of appetizers on our crisp white table cloths. And while she was clearing off any last pieces of lint off of the freshly pressed cloths, I would sneak into the kitchen to get a lick of some of the fallen cream off of her famous waffle tort.
My mom would race around putting her last touches on her lipstick and her Napoleon cake. I would run right behind her, reluctant to miss any of the New Year’s preparation. My dad, always the last to wake up from his nap, would walk around lazily trying to find his missing tie, annoying my mother with his constant requests to help him find yet another mysteriously missing article of clothing.
Somehow at the end of the night everything settled down…a decadent spread of appetizers, meats and desserts awaited us. A feast to fuel the busy night ahead of games, skits, songs and dancing. A night that Russians feel united in their love for celebration and food; for laughter and stories; for a good tale over a cold shot.
As an adult, I try and recreate that magic that I felt as a kid on New Year’s Eve. But alas, that tingle in the stomach is unique to a child’s soul and cannot be re-created but instead will hopefully be reincarnated…a wish for my own future children…a hope that they will enjoy this amazing holiday as I once did…and that my little ones will tail me around the house as I crazily rush around putting the finishing touches on my lipstick and desserts. To this day I still make babushka’s special waffle tort for New Year’s Eve. It’s a tradition I hope one day I can tell my kids about.
A Happy and sweet New Year to everyone…And with this waffle tort…it will be oh so very sweet.
We are going to start with 4 cans of sweetened condensed milk. Remove the labels of each can and place them in a pot of water, submerging them completely. From this picture I clearly forgot to remove the labels and therefore had some unnecessary stickiness on my pot.
Boil the cans in the water for 3 hours. When some of the water evaporates continue adding more in so that they are completely submerged. Essentially you are making dulce de leche. And yes I have cheated and bought the dulce de leche but it was not the same, not to mention babushka was upset with me. Next, let the can cool for at least an hour. If you open them now they squirt all over the place and hot sweetened condensed milk is not pleasant, not at all. So wait. Once they have cooled, open them up.
Scoop them out into a mixing bowl. Do yourself a favor and do not lick the top of the can. I did… and I have a nice cut on my tongue. And a lisp. But it sure is tempting though.
Now add the contents of the cans into a mixing bowl along with one stick of melted butter and 3 tablespoons of Cognac or Brandy into the mix. Mix with a paddle attachment on medium high in a standing or handheld mixer until fluffy, about 5 minutes. And it will be beautiful…This you can lick and I highly encourage it.
You will need two packages of these special wafers. If you have a specialty grocery store nearby you that has Polish and Russian food, they will have these. I have even found the round kind on amazon. If not, I can ship you some…this cake is worth it!
You are going to use about 8 of these wafers, which is a package in a half. You can use the rest to dip in Nutella or some of that left over condensed milk…Take a wafer and put it on a cake stand or a large cutting board with a piece of parchment paper underneath. Add about a 2 oz ladle of cream onto the waffle and smooth out with a spatula as if you were icing a cake. As you ice the cake, there will be residual icing falling off the sides…scoop it up and place it back onto the cake…or you can go ahead and use those leftover wafers…
Babushka also used to sprinkle each wafer layer with Cognac…but there were suddenly some drunk children walking around (ahem me) not that it’s a bad thing… It does however, make the layers a bit softer. I tend to like them with some texture to it. Up to you.
Sprinkle on some walnuts onto the top layer and let it rest for a few hours.
Slice with a serrated knife and enjoy. Happy New Year!
Originally published December 30th 2011
Babushka's Waffle Tort
- 2 packages Waffles
- 4 cans condensed sweetened milk
- 1/2 cup walnuts-roughly chopped
- 3 tablespoons cognac
- 1 stick of butter melted
Remove all the labels from the cans of condensed milk.
Place the cans in a large pot and cover with water. Boil the cans for 3 hours, making sure to refill the water in the pot as it boils out.e.
Let the cans stand for 2-3 hours or until they are cool.
Add the butter and Cognac to the condensed cream.
Combine all the ingredients together in a standing mixer with a paddle attachment.
Alternate waffle layers with the condensed milk. Sprinkle the reserved walnuts on the top of the cake.
Allow to stand for at least 6 hours at room temperature before serving.
The nutritional information for this recipe should be used for guidance purposes only.