Cookieposter, part II (and the nuts you must make for both giving and eating yourself...)

Yesterday I took a day off. I did not fold laundry or do a dish. I did not run my vacuum (this is rare, my friends...). I did not turn on the oven or even cook dinner, and I was gone for the bulk of the day. I started my day with the leftover half grapefruit and a Bob's muffin, and then attended a class at my library on Flower design. Then, Sasa and I ate at Comet and went to the Urban Rummage at the Historic Turner Ballroom (one of the most amazing buildings, and yet I didn't think to bring my camera - I found a picture here and a better one here).

The class was a demonstration and tutorial on the beginning basics of floral design given by Mikki of Moss Floral Design and Studio, in Bay View. I felt so inspired to live with more flowers in my house. In one of my favorite design books, The Shabby Chic Home by Rachel Ashwell, she lives with many dozens of flowers artfully arranged on a daily basis. While I liked this idea, I tend more to cultivate plant clippings and succulents than nurture cut flowers. Rachel Ashwell bought a 1920's home in Malibu, and had to decorate on a budget, hence the global empire of Shabby Chic. Her true design is fantastic, the line for Target, not so much. But her eye for the natural world Incorporated into her home world is wonderful. Check it out for more floral inspiration.

I'm hoping to take a few workshop classes at
Moss, and meanwhile am beginning to realize that I need to live about 10 lifetimes to get done what I'd like to. If there were some way to squeeze my working into my sleeping time, I would be quite happy. But too many days of 5 hours a night, and it's really not a pretty sight around here...

the filling.

So back to batch a day baking: Pecan Tarts. Pecan tarts are something that my Mom has made since I was first alive, I think. Usually, she makes them for Thanksgiving, but in recent years she makes another batch for Christmas due to popular demand. Until last year, I never made these! Why?! I have no idea, since they are easily one of my favorite things.

I love that this recipe came from the Pastor's wife, and that it was long enough ago that I only ever knew them as "The Pastor and Mrs. Thornton". Most Pastors now go by first names, so I always feel the antiquity of this recipe. I also love that it has no corn syrup in it. I think the recipe was first given to my parents from Mrs. Thornton, along with 2 tart pans, as a wedding gift. My Mom still makes this recipe from the hand written card in the same pans.

The recipe, as given to me in an email, from my parents:

Mrs. Thornton’s Pecan Tarts

For the tart crust:
  • 1 stick butter
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1 three oz. pkg cream cheese (I use light)
Mix thoroughly & make into 24 little balls. Chill. Press 1 ball in each little part of a tart pan, sides & bottom-with thumb.

Filling:
  • 1 egg, slightly beaten
  • ¾ cup brown sugar
  • 1 Tbs. melted butter
  • 1 tsp. vanilla – dash of salt
Place some pecans in each tart shell. Pour in filling.
Be careful not to fill too full as the filling swells as it bakes!
If you desire, you can sprinkle chopped pecans on top. I usually do not.

Bake at 350 degrees about 20 min or until nicely browned. Cool just a couple minutes before you loosten the edge with a sharp knife and pop them out of the pan. Cool completely before storing them in a secret place where little sticky fingers can’t get at them!

Make sure you follow that last part about hiding them, since once you eat one, you want more and so do all the others that you choose to share with. This is one recipe my Husband likes, and he does look for them after I've conveniently tucked them away into the freezer. This is also one of those recipes that I try to mentally figure just how much fat I'm actually consuming in one portion when I can't sleep. One stick of butter seems like a lot, but in 24 little tarts, that's really much less than a T. of butter per serving.

In other related, addicting food news, I had to make these Rosemary Maple Glazed Nuts from Food in Jars. I knew they were going to be addicting, Marisa said they would be addicting, but I had to put them in jars as soon as they cooled enough and hide them in the basement. I can just see myself going after them when I resume my laundress duties tomorrow. My Husband loved these too! What a good kitchen day for me! I have a feeling if you try them, you will also be addicted and well loved.

The other stealthy thing I did today was begin my Daring Baker Challenge. I know, I know, I'm starting way before my normal day before the challenge post. But this particular challenge is the kind that requires a little thinking through and a little pre-baking. I doubt my kitchen will stay as clean as last month's challenge.

Cookieposter.


I think I'll be a cookieposter, for the next several days of batch a day baking:


Yesterday, I searched high and low for a Bavarian Sugar Cookie recipe since rekindling my love for the film Stranger than Fiction. Did you know that recipe is fictitious? Amazing! I love this movie even more than before. I did discover some cool pseudo recipes, one for Bavarian Sugar Cookies made up with a sugar cookie recipe with the addition of cream cheese. I haven't tried them, but they do look very homey and delicious. I also found a blogger named Becca whose blog was entitled "In Search of Bavarian Sugar Cookies" (granted I clicked since I was indeed in search of Bavarian Sugar Cookies), she is not overtly food related, but interesting nonetheless.

I made an
error in these buttery sugar cookies pictured above, and instead of brushing an additional egg yolk on the exterior of the cookie before baking, I added it to the dough. Not an inedible mistake, they just spread out a bit more than I'd imagine is normal, and were extremely crisp since I baked them a bit longer. I dare say they are just about perfect with a cup of coffee. I saved out the very caramelized edgy ones to do just that.


Today I had to make my most favorite version of Gingersnap (though R1 and I were talking on the phone at the time and she consulted me that if they are soft, they aren't actually GingerSNAPS which does make some sense), actually called Molasses Spice Cookies from Cook's Illustrated. I included the link, but you actually have to sign up to get it. It would probably be worth it, mind you, since it is Christmas personified in a cookie if you ask me. If it's one thing the Cook's Illustrated people can do, it is to tell you exactly the right combination of spices to use, and why. If you happen to be a cookbook as novel reader like I am, this is incredibly insightful, and makes for some interesting plot points.

I decided on the second batch to use coarse sanding sugar to roll them around in. They are much prettier this way, and actually maintain a very festive sparkle. I have to go transfer them to the frozen depths, now, if you'll excuse me...

Baking in December

First, a scene from Stranger Than Fiction:

Kay Eiffel: As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick. (pilfered from IMDB.com)

It's
true, I love to bake. I adore sugar. I wish I had about 35 people ready and willing to eat gobs of rice pudding and handfuls of cake lined up right outside my door. But the fact of the matter is that I have a Child that would sooner eat just plain sugar than anything else (except PB&J or grilled cheese, or thankfully whole grains) and a Husband that would sooner eat more food than waste his appetites on sweets. I certainly can agree with the notion that a cookie is part of a nobler cause in life, and I'd like to think a cookie could save a life, even be it a romanticized film version of life.

You can then
, dear reader, imagine my unbridled excitement that begins as soon as the Thanksgiving dishes have cleared. Baking in December is one of my favorite times of the year. The time when I go to the store and buy 4 pounds of butter and do not feel the least bit bad about it. The time when I can bake with abandon under the presupposition of simply giving it all away.

I have a somewhat unorthodox approach to the December baking however. Instead of cramming all cookies and
sweets into a 2 or 3 day period, I like to just bake a batch a day. Granted, I do have this time that is so elusive to others since I stay at home, but I like it better this way. I actually HAVE to freeze cookies, or I eat them - so each batch cools and then is wrapped and parked in the freezer. The varietals that are not good frozen candidates are made closer to Christmas, and if I run out of freezer space (which may happen this year) packaged tins will be stored in the cold basement.



After a Monday spent cleaning out the spice/baking pantry, I unearthed this bowl. I have a set of 3, but this largest one was wasting away under the weight of too many partially full bags of bulk goods. Lentils, tapioca, sprout seeds and the like all were meticulously reorganized into proper glass storage (a.k.a. canning jars) and I was rewarded with this incredibly deep mixing bowl.

For my first cookie of the Christmas season, I chose Zingerman's Funky Chunky Dark Chocolate Cookies. I mentioned before than I am enamored of the Saveur emails I've been getting, and this was one of the recipes that was just waiting for this calorie laden time of year to be made. Instead of making the suggested proportion of 1/4 c. of batter to make monstrous sized cookies, I made 1/8 c. (2 T.) size, for more moderately monstrous sized cookies. Here is the (decadently delicious) batter waiting for the pans:


I also used 4 oz. of 70% cacao chocolate and 4 oz. 60% cacao chips since that was what I had on hand.


I have a feeling I needed to bake them about 13 minutes instead of the 7-10 because I left them fairly thick. I pressed my pre-made pucks of batter down to about a half inch using a glass.

They were worth it. Boy-O was asleep when they emerged from the oven. I thought to myself of one of my favorite on film cookie-eating scenes, from Stranger Than Fiction. When I first saw this movie (thanks to the wonders of DVR) I watched it, and immediately watched it a second time. Not often does that happen! I just loved it that much. Harold Crick is an IRS auditor that eventually meets a woman who owns a bakery (aptly named "The Uprising"). She takes her files and dumps them in box for Harold to cipher through, then feels bad, and gives him a plate of cookies.

I never sit down with a glass of milk and just eat a cookie like your Mom used to give you after school, or as in the film, Harold's Mom never did. So yesterday afternoon, I did. I sat at the kitchen table and ate one cookie with a glass of milk. It was worth every single calorie and butterfat gram it contained. It was delicious. Strangely, I didn't want more than one. One cookie at the table is worth 10 standing up while picking up endless toy trains strewn across the kitchen floor, I guess.

So, in the mindset of being more virtuous with my baked calories today, I made muffins from the back of a Bob's Red Mill bag. From time to time, I like their grain mixes, and have had nothing but the best of luck with their whole grain recipes. This particular mix was for 7-Grain Hot Cereal; I bought it specifically to make a Cook's Illustrated recipe for the best whole grain loaf bread. I haven't tried that yet, but the muffins on the back were great!

I am able to keep Boy-O's attention now by having him help make muffins. I think he was going to transfer each raisin to the bowl one by one, until I stopped him. I actually soaked them in boiling water for 15 minutes when he helped me assemble the rest of the ingredients. The original recipe called for fresh fruit, but golden raisins sounded better to us.

(If this photo seems unbalanced to you, it's because the computer sprites are messing about with my photo files again... If you turn your right ear horizontal with your keyboard, you will view it correctly.)


They were moist, and quite healthy. I made a half batch, and next time may cut the brown sugar just a bit. Boy-O ate 2 before lunch, and that reminds me to put the rest away now when he is still sleeping.

Every day is an adventure now. I have no plan, just a bunch of bookmarked things to make between now and December 25. I'm not sure I'll do any life-saving with my baked goods this year, but should that happen, I will be grateful for the opportunity to do my part.

Soup Building and Vegan Black Bean Brownies: This is not a fully Vegan post.

I guess I should begin by saying that I am fascinated by the vegan diet. I have never been vegan, though I was vegetarian for a time, but have known several. I think it requires a particular discipline that I do not posses. Granted,I do not approve of the exploitation of animals purely for wares and consumption, but I do feel that if the animals are raised humanely, killed humanely, and nothing is wasted that they are here to co-exist with us and better our existence in the end.

After arriving back home from our short and warm vacation, we were welcomed by brisk 20 degree weather and no food in the home. It seemed like soup weather to me. Mere seconds
after entering the door, I had a stock started from the leftover Thanksgiving turkey. It was smoked, and lent its peculiar smokiness to the stock.

With ninja like reflex, I unpacked a couple pieces of luggage, sorted the laundry from the toiletries and decided to make some noodles
. I ate two things of particular remembrance while in Florida, and one was a cup of turkey noodle soup at a Cracker Barrel on Friday afternoon. It was thick and spicy with pepper, and full of fat egg noodles. I haven't made a soup with egg noodles for quite awhile, and I was already plotting to do this as soon as I got home.


Egg noodles are among the easiest things to make, since the more imperfect they are the more homemade they feel. Simply mix 2 eggs to a cup of flour by first making the flour into a little mountain with a crater in the top and breaking the eggs into it. Beat the eggs with a fork, incorporating the flour gradually into a paste. When your fork no longer is useful, use one hand to form the ragged dough into a ball. Rest it in some plastic wrap for 30 minutes or so at room temperature, as I do, or in the fridge as some Italians do.

The dough will be rather sticky, but I like to add more flour as I hand roll through the settings on the machine. When I first started making egg pasta, I religiously followed Marcella Hazan's advice of hand kneading for 7 minutes, I think it was. Besides improving my forearm muscles, I failed to see how this improved my final product. Work smarter, not harder, I say and use a hand cranking machine to your advantage.

I'm fortunate to have the Atlas Pasta Queen that my Mom gave me since she never makes the pasta rolled out thin into fettuccine like I do. She prefers to make egg noodles by rolling pin, which is also fine. But since I have this fine piece of equipment, I like to roll the dough to setting 5 (of the 7 settings on my machine) and then cut by pizza cutter to varying noodle sizes.


When making soup noodles, toss liberally with flour and leave on a sheet tray until you are ready to cook them. I like to keep adding flour as they absorb it a little. The more flour added, the thicker the final broth of your soup will be. My soup was not as thick as I would have liked, but it was more than a gallon of stock I was starting with.

Finished stock.


Building the soup.

I was pretty bare bones on fresh ingredients, so the only veg wise ingredients in my soup were classic mirepoix ingredients: onion, celery and carrot. The final product included quite a bit of black pepper, aleppo pepper and salt - and just a bit of that sprouting lemon thyme growing in my dining room. I discovered that the sprouting thyme has a much cleaner and fresher taste than the woody, hardier growing thyme in the yard.



We both (of course the Boy-O wouldn't eat it) liked it, and I have 3 quarts leftover. I don't have to make supper tonight, or lunch for awhile I guess.

After dinner, I was earmarking recipes for Christmas Cookie baking which I will start tomorrow. I'm kind of thinking to make all Saveur recipes this year, since they send me such nice emails, and have many that look too good to pass up. The only problem I see is with food blogging at this time of year, any potential cookie recipients will already know what is in the tin.

At any rate, I came across a bookmark for Outpost's Black Bean Brownies. When I opened the link, however, there was no more recipe. I searched in vain for their lost recipe, and they must have taken it off the site. Fortunately, iPod googled me pages and pages of alternatives.

Most of my early clicks landed me on brownies that started with a pound of butter. Then, I decided to go with Vegan brownies. I found a winner at No Meat Athlete, in which Christine bases her whole wheat vegan version on a King Arthur Flour recipe.

Since I have really vowed never to buy canned beans (except for baked beans, which I really love out of the can) again, I couldn't use her recipe verbatim. She calls for one can of black beans, which I know to be 9 oz. of beans. My amazing kitchen math tells me that if if you have a 15 oz. can of beans, then 6 oz. are of water or bean stock. Since I used half the recipe so I could use a 9x9 pan, I utilized my quantum math skills to half the recipe. Since you simply mix the dry ingredients, then add the wet, I'll just list my amounts here (if you are going to make these, I urge you to visit the original post first!):

Vegan Black Bean Brownies:

  • 3/4 c. whole wheat flour
  • 1/2 t. salt
  • 1/2 t. baking powder
  • 1 c. + 2 T. raw sugar
  • 1/2 c. + 2 T. cocoa powder
  • 2 t. espresso powder
  • 3/4 c. chopped pecans (or any nut)

for the wet ingredients, including the beans by weight, not volume:

  • 4.5 oz. black beans
  • 3 oz. water
  • 1/2 c. water
  • 1 t. vanilla

Really, just mix up everything (puree the beans in the water first), and bake at 350 for 20-30 minutes.

After I read the post, I could tell she was really cutting back on the sugar, so I opted to throw in a handful of mint chocolate chips along with the nuts. The resulting brownie was so chocolaty and nearly fudgelike, I dare to say it was almost too much chocolate for me. Almost.

I did have one mishap since I used my new favorite pressure cooking method to cook the beans, and I was chasing a 3 year old around the house at the same time. I used the last of my black beans on hand, probably about a 1/4 of a pound, and didn't add enough water to the pressure cooker. Had I not set the timer for an hour, I probably would have been OK, but unfortunately, I started to smell burning black beans signaling me to take them off the heat and quick release the pressure. I thought it would be a no-brownie night, but the beans not touching the bottom of the pan were salvageable. Lesson learned. Try not to pressure cook less than a half pound of beans at a time, make sure you add enough water, and try to be too distracted with household duties when pressure cooking!

I've yet to see if this recipe passes my Husband's test, and haven't decided if I'll tell him the secret ingredient before he tries them. I also think that next time, I'll use dark brown sugar instead of raw sugar. It seemed to me that there was just a little something missing. After I added a scoop of vanilla ice cream, I thought it was pretty near perfect. So much for my Vegan Brownie experience... but they are worth a try, and are as good as guilt-free as far as desserts go.

At Home With: RCakeWalk.

I love old albums from the '50's and '60's that have a fireside tableau and text like "An Evening With ____" or "At Home With ______", as my own album cover would state. I can see myself in a chic apron, my worn out cargo pants (that I really can not leave the house with anymore, they are that worn out), Led Zeppelin t-shirt (also now so threadbare that I save it for special occasions)and a cheesecloth scarf. So, here it is - At Home With RCakeWalk! Had I time or a fireplace, I would photograph myself here, but I'd have to use my oven as a hearth. You'll have to use your imaginations...

We are leaving for Florida later today, and sometimes I feel like a curmudgeonly old woman and hate leaving my home. I love to travel, but I also love being in the home. I do love the leaving, but I love even more the coming back. I haven't had much to cook, since I've been systematically emptying the fridge, so I thought a day in the life of RCakeWalk sans cooking duties may be a fun episode. If I were headed to Miami, I would recompose the lyrics to Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side, but since Orlando is the final destination, I'm at a loss.

At any rate, off we go:

Yesterday for breakfast, I had a taste for the Burp! Cornmeal Waffles, but Boy-O wanted pancakes. So, iPod googled me this Whole Grain Pancakes recipe from Baking Bites (formerly the Baking Sheet). I actually didn't tweak it at all, which was amazing. She had already done that for me. I made about 11 4-5 inch sized pancakes, and they were really good. For a picky eater, my kid will eat any crazy grain you can throw at him, so we make some kind of pancake or waffle for breakfast twice a week usually.

The day before, I spilled loose tea all over my kitchen drawer most used: The utensil drawer. I was not feeling like cleaning, so I pulled everything out and waited for the dawn. After breakfast, and a quick trip to Target for a new utensil holder and some cork drawer liner (the greatest thing ever by the way) I rushed back home and fixed it up. I no longer dread this drawer! Nothing slides around on the cork, and in general, it has made my kitchen life much more enjoyable. I never cease to amaze myself with how I can be so happy with so little effort.


Christmas decorating is easy when you have a little house. I only have a couple of places to actually put things, out of the reach of a rambunctious 3 year old, and my inspiration board area is one of them. I particularly like this red car that my Grandpa gave the Boy-O on our last visit, and the very old glass ornament to the left.

During the breakfast dishes, I decided to make the time to make Cranberry Apple Jam from Marisa at Food in Jars. I had to scrounge around to find enough smaller jars; ordinarily I wouldn't make such a mismatch of jar sizes in one batch. More on the process below.

Since we are leaving town, I decided to plant the thyme that came in my Harvest CSA box from Highcross Farms in October. I have changed the water in this little glass of thyme each day for over a month, and happily discovered that it was sprouting roots and growing! I always wish that I could grow herbs indoors, and in the past have never had any luck. In fact, this year, I wasn't even going to bring in my big container I had planted of Pineapple Sage, Lemon Thyme and Rosemary. I cut it all back mercilessly, and let it sit outside until I thought it was going to freeze. Then I thought, why not, and lugged it into the dining room.

Not only is it not dead (which has happened every year, usually by Thanksgiving), it is growing! I made a little space, and tucked in the beautiful CSA thyme. I hope it keeps growing so well, like I said, it's the little things.

Boy-O took a nice long nap, a rarity these days, and I completed my Jam Mission in record time. I love making jam, and am repeatedly glad that I took it up in full this year. I used Ginger Gold apples, which actually do taste like ginger, and frozen cranberries. It always comes as a surprise that this will cook down into something extraordinarily thick. The only alteration I did to the original recipe was to add cinnamon and ginger, and a pinch each of salt and Jamaican allspice.

My mismatch of jars wasn't quite enough for my yield, so I kept out a couple of jelly jars to use right away. Sasa stopped by, and I donated one to her. I could hardly wait for breakfast today to see how it was going to taste in my plain yogurt.

It was delicious, and such a pretty pinky, red color. I was invited to join a flickr group the other day of Pink Foods, so these jam pics will be sent to them, I think.


Breakfast was worth the wait. The cranberry really stood out in the tart, plain yogurt and mysteriously became much less sweet. I overdid it a bit by adding it to some toast too, but compensated by leaving the cream out of my coffee so it was a nice and bitter contrast. I'm so glad Marisa posted this recipe, and that I didn't neglect making it due to time or the amount of jam already on my shelves. I promise you instant inspiration if you visit her at Food in Jars!

Lobster roll.

We had take out sushi for supper, which I love for these reasons:

a.) I don't feel bad about ordering, since it's not something I could just whip up easily and without intent at home.

b.) I never buy plastic storage containers, and I like to reuse the packaging to send leftovers home with people who come to dinner.

c.) It's tasty!

So that's it for my day in the life. In between, I did too much laundry to mention and cleaned up some gravy from an overturned spoon the day after Thanksgiving, but I'm afraid that wouldn't have made for exciting photography. It seems strange to head out on a mini-vacation at this time of year, but that 70 degree weather does have a way of sounding good. I think I'll pack that Led Zeppelin t-shirt...