Sunday, September 30, 2012
My great-grandfather was Jewish, which is why my family would go down to Richard's Deli and get a smorgasbord of cold cuts like pastrami, roast beef, corned beef, coleslaw, macaroni salad, and sour pickles for dinner. We also got standard take-out very frequently, but no one else I knew loved Richard's like we did. I always demanded potato pancakes. Which, when eaten with applesauce, is pretty much like having French fries AND dessert for dinner. What I didn't love so much as not ever getting Wonder Bread for my peanut butter sandwiches, but my mother always insisted upon rye. I didn't know it at the time, but I'm sure the culinary legacy of my great-grandfather played some role in her taste preferences, even though all of his children and grandchildren were raised Roman Catholic.
Later, after the divorce, my mom and I would go to 'eat in' at the deli, ordering the house special of a hot brisket sandwich served on two potato pancakes as the 'bread.' I could barely finish 1/4 of it and I'm sure that despite all of the years of running, broccoli, and healthy eating, some of it is still wedged within my digestive tract.
recipe from King Arthur flour. I know, I know, there is no more goyishe-sounding name for a flour company than King Arthur, but if you read the lively debate in the comments, apparently a very large percentage of their website readers are Orthodox Jewish women. Who knew?
I also know that challah is usually only made 'round' for Eosh Hashanah, but I'm not making any pretense of tradition--anyway, if it's good enough for 99 percent of KA's commentators, it's good enough for me.
Anyway, although I sometimes deviate from the recipe and throw crazy ingredients and put my own spin on things, I'm not so meshuggenah as to go 'baking freestyle' on my VERY FIRST CHALLAH EVER. So, you'll have to go to the website for the recipe, because I made it 'as written.' (My rule as a baking blogger is that I will write out my version of a published recipe if I change more than three ingredients, which I normally do).
from 63/4 cups to 7 3/4 cups of flour. The optimal amount is 33 ounces, and the variation is basically dependent on whether you have a light or heavy hand with flour. I ended up using 7 1/4 cups FYI.
Also, since I didn't care if the loaf was parve, I used melted butter rather than oil (KA says you can use either) and omitted the sesame seeds because I didn't have any on hand.
My main 'issue' was that the dough was very, very sticky. VERY sticky. And upon baking the braiding obviously faded a great deal. While I was initially going to blame gentile incompetence upon this, another baker had the same problem, and her blog is called Couldn't Be Parve.
Even though it didn't produce a traditional braided, chewy challah, based upon the taste I would definitely recommend this recipe. KA also has a great tutorial on the process. This recipe was incredibly easy and really gave me confidence. I wouldn't say it is my go-to recipe, though: I will be trying other no-knead challah recipes in the future. The recipe yields three loaves, but you can use the other 2/3rds to make a coffee cake, cinnamon rolls, or various other sweet, yeasty products.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Yesterday was Yom Kippur, and while I don't celebrate it, I have many sins to atone for regarding apples.
When I was in grade school, my mother gave me a Red Delicious apple almost every day, and I faithfully tossed out that apple with a 'thunk' in the wastebasket. Then I'd see if I had the required .25 to buy ice cream. This isn't a 'blame mom' post. My attitude towards apples was quite peculiar. I enjoyed drawing apples, and I liked apple appliqués on my clothing. I loved it when the Picture Lady profiled the artist Cezanne for our class and made my own clumsy imitations of his still lifes of apples, pears, and other fruits I refused to eat. My bookbag had a pocket that looked like an apple. I found the appearance of apples quaint and charming. I just wasn't that into fruit unless it was wrapped in dough and covered with sugar spackling.
Every apple dessert, whether pie or a doughnut, has a slightly different character depending on the personality of the cook. Some are slightly dry, others have a lurid, gelatinous quality. I loved all apple pastries--everything from the finest, from-scratch pies made at a local bakery to apple-filled powdered doughnuts to the deep-friend McDonald's hand pies.
The lack of enthusiasm for the fruit was partially physical--I had trouble chewing apples. And apples were said to be medicinal. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." That alone is a turn-off. They are the fruit equivalent of the guy your mom really wants you to date.
Ironically, in my 20s, I would completely reverse my opinion on apples. For four straight years, I had the same breakfast: oatmeal, accompanied by a cut-up apple or two, softened to chunky applesauce texture in the microwave, topped with apple pie spice.
This cornbread is a kind of a bridge between the tricked-out Hostess incarnation of apple pie and the raw fruit itself. It uses unsweetened applesauce and cut-up chunks of uncooked apple,so it's on the low-sugar end of the Great Apple Continuum of baked goods. It would be perfect to serve with chili, or with chunks of cheddar cheese to someone who likes fruit but isn't much of a dessert person.
Plus, it blends two classic fall American treats: apple pie and cornbread. And you can't get more American than that, unless you use the loaf as a football before you eat it.
Although I've always found the phrase "as American as motherhood and apple pie" to be peculiar because there are so many cultures that have apple pie in their repertoire, while many other American desserts (s'mores, hummingbird cake, red velvet cake, pumpkin pie) are much more parochial in character. But then again, the phrase also suggests that only Americans have mothers.
Apple Pie Cornbread
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup cornmeal
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
4 teaspoons cinnamon sugar
1/4 teaspoon allspice
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 cup honey
1/4 cup oil
1/2 cup whole milk
3/4 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 chopped, cored and peeled very small apple (I used a Macintosh).
1. Preheat oven to 350F. Oil and/or line an 8X4 loaf pan with parchment.
2. Sift flour, cornmeal, baking soda and baking powder and spices together.
3. Mix honey, oil, milk, applesauce, and vanilla in another bowl. Incorporate dry mixture into wet mixture.
4. Pour 1/2 mixture into loaf pan, top with chopped apple. Pour the other 1/2 of the batter into the pan, then top with the rest of the fresh apple.
5. Bake for approximately 60-70 minutes until a toothpick can be extracted clean. Make sure to 'test' in an area of the bread, not in a part with the apple! Cool and serve.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
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My first thought was: who hates apples?
Then I remembered that when I was a little kid, I didn't like apples very much. I would eat the skin and then throw away the white part. Partially because I had a very small mouth and tiny teeth (no jokes please) and I had trouble biting into the fruit. I disliked bagels for the same reason: I couldn't chew them.
Picky? I happily devoured liverwurst and provolone cheese, two foods that most adults won't touch. I adored fruitcake. I didn't like potatoes or pasta because I found them too bland, not too spicy. Back then I thought of a picky eater as the little skinny girl who went to a video game party with saltines and peanut butter because she wouldn't eat pizza.
Regarding what 'makes' a picky eater, I can say with some authority that the best way to generate a debate on a food discussion board is to post something about having to 'feed' one, and you'll be subject to 728 posts about how awful parents are who have picky eaters and how the posters were 'forced' to finish everything on their plates.
Well, as I said, I got apples and creamed spinach as afterschool snacks and my mom didn't even keep sugar in the cupboard, but I still ended up with a weight problem at age ten, and it was well after graduate school that I discovered "hey, I feel much less crappy if I eat something besides cupcakes and candy all day."
Now I'm a health nut and literally every single food I consume on an average day I would have refused to have smelled as a child.
I have read that very young children will select a naturally balanced diet if left 'alone' but most scientific literature seems to suggest that we evolved as a species to have a strong preference for sweetness. It makes sense: poisons tend to be bitter, so evolution would favor people who like sweet things as kids. Their ancestors were more likely to spit out the poisoned berries than chow down on them.
I'm no scientist, but I did study literature, and in an era well before the evolution of the Happy Meal kids loved sugar. Read this excerpt from one 1798 manual about how to 'manage' servants:
"Now, Master," said a fond nurse to her favorite boy, after having given him sugared bread and butter for supper, "now master, kiss me...when mistress asks you what you have had for supper, you'll say, bread and butter, for you have had bread and butter."...as to its spoiling his teeth, he does not care about his teeth, and he sees no immediate change in them: therefore he concludes that his mother's orders are capricious, and his nurse loves him better than his mother does...The taste for sugared bread and butter is soon over but servants have it in their power to excite other tastes with premature and factious enthusiasm.
I'm really not sure where I stand on the picky eater debate. I've known parents who are serious foodies whose kids eat about three foods (all of them white) and kids with relatively unadventurous parents who will eat garlicky hummus. Preference, like so many aspects of the human character, is a weird synergy of nature, parental nurture, and the larger social environment.
But if so much of this is nature, what did kids eat before chicken nuggets were born? Before refined sugar on white bread and butter was available to shut kids up in the nursery? Surely they must have eaten something?
Pain in the ass that I was as a kid, I will say that the fact that even the junk food I ate like fried clams and eclairs often came from pretty good fish shacks and local bakeries. I did develop a palate that helped me when I decided to become a healthy eater later on, as opposed to one boy I recently met who only liked Chips Ahoy cookies and wouldn't eat homemade chocolate chip cookies because they tasted 'weird.'
Although, I was talking with another friend of mine last night...she worked at a daycare center in a low-income area when she was in college. The children received a hot lunch, often food like Salisbury steak, live, and slimy, badly-cooked okra and collard greens. If they were lucky, they'd get a slice of white bread with some processed cheese microwaved--not broiled--on top of it.
It was often the only meal they ate all day and they always cleaned their plates.
I'd love to hear your thoughts about picky eating: Are you a picky eater? Were you a picky eater? What about your kids? Who has the strangest 'picky eating preferences' of your circle of friends?
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Certain flavor combinations feel so intuitive it seems as if they have always existed, as if they were never invented. Like peanut butter and chocolate, despite the speculation of so many Reece's Peanut Butter Cup commercials. Even if you aren't a fan of the combination, getting a bag full of Halloween candy without some sort of peanut butter-flavored treat in it seems somehow wrong.
While some food inventions, like the ice cream cone, can be traced back to a specific event, most do not and simply become a reflexive habit. Where is the maple syrup for my pancakes?
You walk into an ice cream parlor and expect to see some kind of a hot fudge and vanilla combination and feel unsettled at its absence. I don't even like whipped cream, but I accept the pairing with strawberries as inevitably.
However, look with the eyes of an outsider on these 'intuitive flavor combinations' and you begin to understand how relative and culturally-bound taste can be. I once read a rant by the British humorist Stephen Fry which isn't online, unfortunately, but goes along the lines of: Why the fuck to Americans put cinnamon in everything? I am the biggest Anglophile, faux British, Shakespeare-quoting person on the planet, yet when I read that, my brain nearly exploded. WHAT DO YOU MEAN CINNAMON DOESN'T TASTE GOOD IN EVERYTHING?
And I still have not reconciled myself to prawn and steak-flavored crisps, despite living in England for nearly two years.
I felt the same unsettling sensation when I learned that some entire regions of the country prefer mayonnaise to ketchup on hamburgers.
But, product of my upbringing that I am, I must admit that I don't get certain flavor combinations that everyone else accepts in the U.S. Like tuna melt. Tuna is cold. Mayo tastes good cold. Mayo is creamy. Yet why slather on a warm slice of creamy melted cheese to turn the tuna lukewarm, while the lovely cheese hardens because of the coldness of the tuna?
Over the years, I also developed some 'natural' flavor pairings of my own which no one would consider natural but myself, but just 'feel' right. As a child, I adored chicken salad on cinnamon (sorry Stephen) raisin bread. I now love eating full-fat Greek yogurt topped with crunchy roasted cauliflower and that feels like the most natural thing in the world.
And recently, I thought--why not do an unholy merger of the two Great American quick breads of banana and corn together? Banana bread is sweet. Cornbread is sweet. Both have a kind of buttery flavor to them. Both quick breads are simple and similar to make in terms of their preparation.
Continuing the buttery theme, I also decided to brown the butter, to enhance the caramel-y, nutty, unctuous flavor of the bread.
This bread is so easy, I urge everyone to give it a try. It would be wonderful with pork, a meat which is often enhanced with sweet-flavored sides, as well as for breakfast. Chili would be another nice pairing, given that you might already but bananas, chocolate, and corn in your chili.
Hopefully, the merging of the flavors will feel as natural to you as it does to me.
Note: There are no eggs in this recipe, intentionally.
Browned Butter Banana Cornbread
1/4 cup (1/2 a stick) butter
2 large mashed, overripe bananas (approximately 1 cup)
1/4 cup honey
1/2 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup yellow cornmeal
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1. Brown the butter slowly on medium-to-low heat (err on the side of being too low) until the butter begins to foam. Remove from burner.
2. Preheat oven to 350F. Grease a 8X4 loaf pan. (I also lined the bottom and sides with parchment paper).
3. Mix butter, bananas, honey, milk and vanilla together in one bowl, until well-blended.
4. Sift cornmeal, flour, baking powder, and baking soda together. Spoon the dry mixture into the wet.
5. Pour into prepared pan. Bake for approximately 40 minutes until a toothpick can be extracted clean and the top has begun to brown.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I know it's not fashionable, but my first exposure to tarragon came in the form of Miracle Whip, which I've heard is one of the dominant 'secret spices' in the infamous salad cream.
I grew up in a Miracle Whip household, despite the fact that just about every food blogger seems to view consuming Miracle Whip versus Hellman's Mayo as a kind of an Original Foodie Sin. I don't eat Miracle Whip any more, and I find the fact that my anti-sugar mother preferred Miracle Whip to mayo kind of odd. Maybe because it is slightly lower in calories? Regardless, Miracle Whip has high-fructose corn syrup and more sugar, so it's not a health food.
Tarragon, however, I just learned, as many reputed health benefits. It has a very strong anise flavor and can overpower dishes in small quantities (as I recently discovered when I tried to use it on roasted turkey thighs in excess). However, in small doses like in these simple shortbread cookies, it lends an interesting flavor that is both savory and sweet.
According to this source:
"An infusion prepared with the leaves of tarragon has been traditionally recommended to improve appetite, alleviate flatulence and colic, control menstruation, to provide relief from the pain caused by arthritis, gout and rheumatism as well as flush out worms from the body. It is said that when freshly collected tarragon leaves or roots are topically applied to cuts, sores and even teeth, they act as a local painkiller."
In terms of the associations I have with the herb, I suppose the vision of a young maiden who dallied with her tutor trying to bring on her monthly curse by eating tarragon is more romantic than my memories of making tuna and egg salad for a summer lunch with my mother. I can't vouch for the health benefits, but give tarragon a try, versus the more expected rosemary in shortbread.
Tarragon Shortbread Cookies
Adapted from Food52
--yields 1 dozen rounds or a 9-inch scored pan of cookies--
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon sea salt
2 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon finely chopped tarragon
1/2 cup (1 stick) of room temperature butter
1. Preheat oven to 350F.
2. Sift flour and salt together. Rub sugar and tarragon together to release the oils of the herb, add and incorporate into flour mixture and sift with a fork until well mixed.
3. Cut in the butter to make a dough.
4. To make round cookies, I scooped the cookie balls into a nonstick muffin tin. Alternatively, as suggested in the original recipe, you can also press the dough into a greased 9-inch or square cake pan and prick with a fork.
3. Bake 10-15 minutes for the 'rounds' until the shortbread is golden, or 20-30 if cooking in a cake pan. Score while still warm and cut when cool if using the pan.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
I spied these in the Halloween section:
When we made them in first grade, I took one difficult bite of mine while the other kids devoured theirs, thinking how much I would love to have my caramel on ice cream with cookies, rather than on a crummy old mealy Macintosh. Caramel apples seemed suspiciously like a way to make me eat fruit for dessert. I tended to like caramel only if it was enveloped in chocolate and had no fruit to clutter it up.
Even now, I'm a bit suspicious about the wet apple to caramel ratio in caramel apples.
But still, the idea of easily-incorporated caramel in a baked good was intriguing. Cashews were still on the brain from the blondies I posted about yesterday...and these quick, easy cashew butter and caramel muffins have a great balance of flavors: the salt from the cashew and the sweet vanilla and caramel taste from the baking bits. Of course, you could always use any nut butter (or peanut butter) as an alternative if you can't find cashew butter and add some chocolate chips if you need to have chocolate with your caramel. Chopped apple as well, presumably you don't share my six-year-old self's prejudices...
Cashew Caramel Muffins
--yields 12 muffins--
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup oil
1 cup whole milk
2 beaten eggs
1/2 cup cashew butter
1/2 cup coarsely-chopped salted cashews
1 cup caramel baking bits
1. Preheat oven to 375F. Line 12 muffin tin liners.
2. Sift flour, sugar, baking powder and salt.
3. Mix oil, eggs, milk, and cashew butter in another bowl. Incorporate dry into wet. Fold in chopped cashews and caramel bits.
4. Pour into liners. Bake for 15-20 minutes until a toothpick can be extracted 'clean.' Cool and serve after removing from muffin tin.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Regarding the 'second best' issue, I think because I am a brunette I have always rooted for the underdog. I colored in the hair of all of the blonde princesses in my storybooks with brown magic markers. I cheered on Tom in the Tom and Jerry cartoons, even though I am fond of mice. I pitied the Trix rabbit. I secretly gloried in the evil schemes of Azrael and Gargamel as they plotted against the Smurfs. I even preferred Blueberry Muffin, Strawberry Shortcake's also-ran BFF, and Skipper to Barbie.
However, there was a part of me that longed for blondeness. I dyed my hair every color of the rainbow in college, except blonde, because I knew that the double-processing would turn my hair to straw. Yet I wondered if blondes really did have more fun.
Of course, now I realize that there are many blondes who are far from insipid. Alice of Alice in Wonderland. Jane Tennison of Prime Suspect. And I no longer have the patience to be secretly jealous of women based on their hair color.
--yields 12 large or 24 snack-size blondies--
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted and cooled
1 1/2 cups dark brown sugar
2 large, beaten eggs
4 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/2 cup cashew butter (room temperature to allow for easier mixing)
1/2 cup coarsely-chopped cashews
Coarse sea salt for topping
1. Preheat oven to 350F. Line an 8X8 pan with nonstick (or greased) foil, allowing foil to overhang to allow for easier removal.
2. Sift flour, baking powder, salt.
3. Mix butter, sugar, eggs, and vanilla. Slowly add cashew butter until fully incorporated.
4. Fold in dry mixture. When just blended, add 1/4 cup of the cashews.
5. Pour in pan. Sprinkle remaining cashews on top. Sprinkle coarse sea salt for garnish, as desired.
6. Bake for 30-35 minutes. Cool for at least 2 hours until overnight before removing from the pan and cutting into squares.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Because it's so easy to use canned pumpkin, I've always considered pumpkin to be more of an all-year-round food, but there is no doubt that interest in pumpkin-based desserts begins to grow in September. At this time, most people aren't willing to make a full pie, but pumpkin breads and muffins somehow feel more acceptable once days are in the 80s rather than the 90s and Starbucks begins selling its pumpkin spice lattes and muffins. I don't even drink Starbucks coffee but I still know that they have begun promoting their fall-flavored menu items. I have picked this up through some form of cultural osmosis, just like I learned that everyone has to have pumpkin pie and turkey on Thanksgiving.
It actually wasn't until I started reading food-related blogs and message boards online that I learned that not everyone likes pumpkin. I loved pumpkin pie as a kid but pretty much the only desserts I didn't like were Smarties, Jell-O, those little dots on wax paper, and strawberry ice cream. Because it was an integral part of the Thanksgiving meal, pumpkin pie was a reliable dessert. No one could deny me pumpkin and call themselves an American. I had a right to expect pumpkin pie. Truly, pumpkin pie is a far more all-American dessert than apple pie, and if you've ever gone to Europe and tried to order pumpkin pie, you know what I mean.
I've since learned that some people dread pumpkin season. I don't quite understand that. Not only is pumpkin a wonderful vehicle for graham crackers, cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg, allspice, and other homey flavors, it's also one of the few dessert ingredients that is high in vitamins and low in antioxidants.
But then again it's almost impossible to understand how other people experience taste. I could never understand as a kid how anyone could truly not want dessert--and the more frosting on the cake, the better. Now I don't understand how people can hate vegetables--pumpkin included. I suppose that's why picky eaters, people who are gluten-free, vegetarians, vegans, teetotalers, and people with food allergies and intolerances are viewed with such hostility. No one can REALLY believe that you don't care for their particular passion. It's like saying you hate someone's favorite kind of music.
One thing I have noticed about pumpkin recipes are their variety. While most muffin recipes have a certain homogeneity to them, pumpkin recipes are like snowflakes. Every one is slightly different. Because pumpkin is so moist, it's very forgiving and brings out the creativity in cooks, from the standard Libby's pumpkin recipe off the can to take-your-pick from the All Recipes database.
This is just a good, easy pumpkin recipe. One of its great virtues is that it uses a whole 15-ounce (small) can of packed pumpkin, so you aren't irritated by any 'leftover' that you have to freeze. (Who really uses the half-cup of leftover pumpkin puree when making pumpkin muffins?).
Pumpkin Raisin Muffins
--yields 18-24 large or 24-30 small muffins--
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup white sugar
1 cup dark brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 tablespoon pumpkin pie spice
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 small can (15 ounces) of pumpkin puree
2 large, beaten eggs
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup raisins
1. Preheat oven to 350F. Line muffin tin with desired number of liners.
2. Sift flour, sugar, baking soda, spices, and salt together.
3. Incorporate pumpkin, eggs, oil, milk, and vanilla. Fold in dry mixture, followed by raisins.
4. Bake 30 minutes for small muffins, 35-40 minutes for large muffins, until toothpick can be extracted clean.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
First grade had such an auspicious start. I had a yellow, treasure chest-shaped Snoopy lunchbox with a thermos nestled in the upper curve of the box. I had a beautiful royal blue book bag with a front felt pocket in the shape of a red apple with a worm poking its head out in curiosity at the world. But Mrs. M's room was baby blue, unlike my bright pink kindergarten room. I loved pink and red and hated baby blue, so I should have known that was a Sign.
For years, against all evidence to the contrary, I was convinced that if I had the right first-day-of-school outfit and school supplies, my year would be a success. With a bright blue gingham jumper like the kind Dorothy wore in The Wizard of Oz and rainbow-shaped erasers, what could go wrong? Alas, I had no red shoes!
"Whenever you need to be quiet," said my teacher Mrs. M, "I'll point to this butterfly. That is my signal you all need to be as quiet as that butterfly." It was the first and last time she pointed to the cut-out insect and when she had one of her meltdowns (which happened at least once a day) I would look longingly at the butterfly and feel betrayed. Oh, injustice! She lied, I thought.
Mrs. M was a fair, blonde woman who would have been quite beautiful except for the bags beneath her eyes. She kept her hair in a messy bun and the heavy, high-heeled shoes she wore made her calves look like piano legs. She kind of reminded me of the Nordic-looking women on the cover of my abridged version of Heidi. She looked like she drank lots of milk.
Small things could throw Mrs. M off, like forgetting to put the addition sign on the correct side of an equation or forgetting the 'e' in like. I was one of two students in the class who could read, which meant a very small and intimate session with Mrs. M on a daily basis was common. She would gave us readers that I would read in a day, and she always seemed suspicious when I informed her I had read the entire thing in a night. I slowly realized I had to wait an acceptable number of days before I could ask for new extra credit reading.
The other girl who could read, named Stacey, threw up once but I've never had a sensitive stomach. The one time I do recall feeling sick was when I saw Stacey fill in the answers in our reading book, rather on a separate sheet of green fuzzy paper, and I was such a cowed little girl, I assumed that was what we were supposed to do. The Dickensian fury with which Mrs. M greeted the sight of the defaced books and the fear that the gummy, crumbling erasers we were given to erase our work would not do their job made my hands shake. But more than fearing Mrs. M, I realized that I was more weaselly, timid, and conformist than I would like to have believed.
Mrs.M could be nice--once she took a group of students aside (which initially filled me with terror) and informed us all that we were 'special' and gave us Thanksgiving holiday stickers, the old kind that teacher used to use that you had to moisten on the back to make them stick. Sticker collecting was quite the rage, and I particularly liked glittery ones, or the kind that were 'scratch and sniff' and smelled like root beer or pizza rather than strawberry or roses. I don't recall learning much in first grade other than how to trade stickers and jump rope tunes.
But once, Mrs. M asked us to write essays on why we would vote for a particular presidential candidate. She had a puppet theater for which we made hand puppets and she read us Charlotte's Web. These were signs of the good teacher she had been. I was the first, proud student in the 'lost tooth' club--but I was also appointed 'door monitor' (which meant I had to hold the door for everyone) almost every month when we elected class officers and she never rotated the officers. I knew it was because I was one of the least-liked students--and one of the least physically strong.
Once she threw a a workbook at me--literally in my face--because I took it to her to be corrected and it was closed, not open to the page.
I heard later she was going through a horrific divorce at the time. I imagine Mrs. M coming home every day and crying, thinking, "I just can't hold it together anymore. One more little thing is going to push me over the edge."
I have weeks like that myself--we all do--but at least I'm not in charge of small children. The world is very harsh to teachers who have meltdowns, because the world's care and concern is invariably turned to the children, not their caregivers.
The school year is starting soon, and coincidentally my workload has begun to increase. This is a great, easy bread to make with chili or a hearty soup for dinner, if you are a mother or just an ordinary, human person pressed for time.
However, unless you really dislike your child's teacher, if your child has a queasy stomach I wouldn't advise feeding your son or daughter pungent cheese and sending them to school the next morning.
I am now at peace with blue, and this bread has some bright red to enliven the blueness and a lovely yellow hue when baked.
I don't drink, but if you're a teacher, I bet it would be nice to have with a dark beer or good white wine.
Sun-Dried Tomato Blue Cheese Bread
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
3-4 strands of fresh, chopped thyme
the leaves of 3-4 strands of fresh rosemary, chopped
1 tablespoon chili powder
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 large, beaten eggs
3/4 cup whole milk
2/3 cup olive oil
4 ounces crumbled blue cheese
3 ounces (by weight) sun-dried tomatoes, chopped
1 teaspoon (approximate) of grated Parmesan cheese
1. Preheat oven to 350F. Grease and flour (and line bottom with parchment, if desired) of two 8X4 inch pans for two small loves, or one 9X5 pan for a large loaf.
2. Sift flour, baking powder, and spices together.
3. Mix eggs, milk, olive oil together. Fold wet into dry. Fold in cheese and sun-dried tomato. Sprinkle the Parmesan on top of both or the singular loaf.
4. Bake for 40-45 minutes for two small loaves or 50 minutes for one large loaf, until a toothpick can be extracted 'clean.' Be careful to do the toothpick test on a 'dry' portion of the loaf, not in a piece of cheese. Cool and remove from loaf pans.