Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Better baking sets us apart...
from the rest of the herd.
Drag Queen cupcakes. Who'da thunk? Then again,why not? An aging box of mix at a bargain price will produce messed-up cupcakes. I bought several said boxes with the intent of keeping my costs down to grace an art gallery's refreshment table for the town's monthly receptions night.The first batch came out so horribly misshapen, I had to sit down to catch the blurping utterances of hysterical laughter. Better to laugh than cry, they say,....they who say.
If you want serious,uniform cupcakes, sans foof-foof, you would do well to make the batter from scratch. And if you must use a mix, here's a little tip from your Uncle Irv':buy a fresh box. Just when you look here and think to yourself, "Oh,no! NOT ANOTHER CUPCAKE RECIPE",think again. This posting is more than meets the eye. I like to call it Romancing The Roughage. No eyes there,...unless you are very weird.
Granola..... Despite popularly yammered euphemisms, granola is not "hippie food". Like beer is not just a breakfast drink. There are simple pleasures in visiting a variety of food blogs and choosing favorites. One tallies up their features and what the comments from the viewers reflect until it all rolls into some sort of friendly universal hum. One week, it is the common carrot cake, followed the next week by seared scallops in buerre sous, photographed as high art in high-end eateries where most of us would twad our bunnies in a sniggle over the bite-sized portions with a "Bite ME!" price. It's all relative. One wouldn't see David Lebovitz eat a jar of Cheez Whiz unless he had worms. And one wouldn't toss a plate of canned peas to Tartelette and expect her to wax poetic on the virtues of photographing overcooked vegetables that taste like the can they came in. There are...boundaries...of good taste and food that tastes good, after all.
For me, granola is a staple. It is a food. It is an ingredient. It is a topping. And it is a great fix for tasty-crunchy when you want "a little something", as my grandmother used to say.Her "little something" was usually Holland Rusk topped with butter and very thin slices of cheddar cheese, followed by a hot cocoa chaser. Dutch cocoa, of course.
There is something inherently fun about a very large bowl filled with hand-tossing pleasure and then dressing it up with gooey goodness that adds a sheen and shapes it up a bit. Those who are into stocking their kitchens with homemade foodstuffs also have a reverance for the life of the food and the life it sustains. We contemplate how these textures and colors, shapes and flavors all began with a seed or an ovum. And we marvel at how many different ways we can prepare them.Somehow, I doubt that anyone standing in line at Taco Hell ponders these beautitudes. Just rip, chew, swallow and fart. Crap that puppy out and call it a day.
I wouldn't call that Romancing The Roughage. I'd call it something else.
Best Granola
Inspired by David Lebovitz, inspired by Orangette, adapted from "Feast" by Nigella Lawson
I tricked out this recipe for my own taste, where indicated.
Set racks in upper and lower thirds of oven. Preheat oven to 300 F. In fan-forced, 250 F.
In a very large bowl, mix together:
5 cups rolled oats, or multi-grain flakes
3 cups almonds, chopped (or hand-crunched slivers)
1 cup hulled sunflower seeds (I didn't use)
3/4 cup untoasted sesame seeds
1 cup packed light brown sugar (recipe called for 1/4 cup)
1 Tbsp. ground cinnamon (recipe called for 2 tsp.)
1 1/2 tsp. dried ground ginger (recipe called for 1 tsp.)
1 tsp. sea salt
Warm in small saucepan:
1 cup unsweetened applesauce, or another fruit puree (banana is nice)
1/3 cup rice syrup (or agave, or extra honey)
2 Tbsp. vegetable oil (Lebovitz used 1 Tbsp. plum kernel oil in place of 1 Tbsp. veg. oil)
1. When warmed, stir mixture into dry mixture in large bowl with a big spoon, making sure it is all coated.
2. Line 2 baking sheets (with sides) with parchment paper.
3. Divide and spread evenly on the baking sheets.
4. Bake for about 40 min., stirring and rotating every 10 min. for even browning.
5. Remove from oven, stir it up and let cool.
The granola will keep indefinitely in an airtight container in your refrigerator. You can use plastic zip bags or glass jars. If you like, you can fill glass jars and give as gifts! My use of extra honey and brown sugar didn't make the granola much sweeter. The extra honey does make it less dry. Chopped, dried fruit such as cherries, apricots, dates, plums, whatever you like, and coconut,can be added, but I recommend adding after the granola is baked. Coconut takes only a few minutes to toast and, trust me, you don't want burned coconut.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
This site is currently under construction.
As time flies by, I am in a whirlwind of projects to launch into this site. And I'm loving it! Many of you knew this blog was coming, and I beg your patience to keep checking for progress. To the many food
bloggers and foodies, bakers and chefs who have inspired me, you are my treasures. I have aimed for your
funny-bone in leaving comments on your blogs, and you will come to see that comedy rules many a day here.
All of us strive for that nom nom moment, when our table guests chew and hum and roll their eyeballs in
taste epiphany. I hope to inspire you to strive for that satisfaction where words are moot.
My kitchen is a sacred place. It is the heart of my mountain home on a beautiful property filled with tall
conifers near the rushing creek and trailheads. We are visited by bears and mountain lions, and various
wild creatures, and an abundance of deer which are no-maintenance pets who eat all the good stuff and peek into my sliding doors. The huge birds of prey soar overhead while the ornery Stellar Jays and more
ornery Gray Squirrels rule the trees. More like monkeys than squirrels, they beat on the tree limbs and squeak-honk the tough talk. They look you dead in the eyes and dare you. I've been known to spray them
with what for. It's a game and they rise to the occasion. They flow from tree to tree like quicksilver.
Every window is a picture postcard view. Through my kitchen window, I see my neighbors and their dogs
on their daily walks. Rain, snow or shine, they sashay on by, a gaggle of butts and boobs flopping in the
breeze. I delight in sending them the scents of garlic and bubbling red sauce through the open windows.
Here is where the heart is. After a lifetime of moving around, "here" is where I have come to stay.
bloggers and foodies, bakers and chefs who have inspired me, you are my treasures. I have aimed for your
funny-bone in leaving comments on your blogs, and you will come to see that comedy rules many a day here.
All of us strive for that nom nom moment, when our table guests chew and hum and roll their eyeballs in
taste epiphany. I hope to inspire you to strive for that satisfaction where words are moot.
My kitchen is a sacred place. It is the heart of my mountain home on a beautiful property filled with tall
conifers near the rushing creek and trailheads. We are visited by bears and mountain lions, and various
wild creatures, and an abundance of deer which are no-maintenance pets who eat all the good stuff and peek into my sliding doors. The huge birds of prey soar overhead while the ornery Stellar Jays and more
ornery Gray Squirrels rule the trees. More like monkeys than squirrels, they beat on the tree limbs and squeak-honk the tough talk. They look you dead in the eyes and dare you. I've been known to spray them
with what for. It's a game and they rise to the occasion. They flow from tree to tree like quicksilver.
Every window is a picture postcard view. Through my kitchen window, I see my neighbors and their dogs
on their daily walks. Rain, snow or shine, they sashay on by, a gaggle of butts and boobs flopping in the
breeze. I delight in sending them the scents of garlic and bubbling red sauce through the open windows.
Here is where the heart is. After a lifetime of moving around, "here" is where I have come to stay.
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