Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Russell Stover ribbon candy my grandmother inexplicably loved. Everyone would sit and eat in a nice, casual fashion, relaxing and playing with the Christmas presents the kids brought with them.
The only pesky problem was my aunt, who would chase me around with a glass of water and constantly dilute the root beer in my Christmas cup because she was worried I was getting too fat. I was amazed how something that tasted so good straight up could taste so wretched by the addition of a slug of water. Of course, the same aunt, when I grew up and became thin, complained I was too skinny.
Regardless of what you think is right to eat for Christmas, I hope you enjoyed it. I have no food traditions I am carrying on, recipe-wise, thanks to my grandmother's legacy. I hated eggnog as a kid (shudder) but loved the taste of the bright green and red fruits on canned fruitcake. I sucked on peppermint candy canes and adored the little Santa chocolates that were tucked in the shoes we left out one year, when one of my teachers taught us about St. Lucia's Day. I've eaten out and eaten in on Christmas, usually with my mother. I've had everything from fruit salad to most of a box of nonpareils (not the best idea). I made cookies from mixes and snarfed red and green M&Ms.
But I don't feel bad about the lack of consistency in my Christmas 'food life.' Christmas, although for so many of us is 'the big holiday' is pliable enough, dinner-wise, to fit so many traditions, and even the standard Christmas menu has changed so much over the years.
I remember reading one of my favorite Sherlock Holmes stories, "The Blue Carbuncle," which revolves around the purchase of a Christmas goose. Everyone ate geese back in the 19th century but as a kid not even I was crazy enough to ask to eat a goose, and the people who cook them today at home are regarded as an equal mix of insanely ambitious and crazy. Ditto with mince pie, although I did have that once and rather liked it...
Roast beef, turkey, fruit cake, pumpkin pie, cookies, chocolate, eggnog, mulled wine, all are fair game at the Christmas table...so why not white chocolate? These base of these festive non-chocolate brownies (I guess, if you wanted to be non-PC and get all George Jefferson about them, you could call them 'whities') accentuate the green of the pistachio and the red of the cranberry. You could use candied fruit as well, but I'm trying to leave the ghost of my (overly) sweet tooth to Christmas Past.
White Chocolate Cranberry Pistachio Brownies
Adapted from Better Homes and Garden
--yields 12-16 brownies--
6 ounces white baking chocolate
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
1/4 cup granulated sugar
2 beaten eggs
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup shelled, salted pistachios (plus more for sprinkling on top)
1/2 cup dried cranberries (plus more for sprinkling on top)
2 ounces white chocolate, finely chopped (for 'frosting')
1. Preheat oven to 350F. Line a 8X8 pan with nonstick or greased foil.
2. Melt the 6 ounces of white chocolate and butter in a bain marie over low heat. Cool. Whisk in eggs, sugar, and vanilla until well combined. Fold in flour, add nuts and cranberries.
3. Pour in pan. Sprinkle a few more nuts and cranberries on top. Bake for 25 minutes.
4. Sprinkle 2 ounces of white chocolate on brownies after removing from the oven.
5. Return to oven for one minute to soften white chocolate if necessary. Spread white chocolate with a knife. Cut into squares when completely cool.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
I was going to blog on Friday but given the events of that terrible day, writing about food didn't feel right. I considered writing a post about my feelings on the various issues that have been connected to the subject of school violence. Yet it felt so forced: "gun control...and cookies."
I do have to say, though, that there is one thing that did annoy me about the media and social media coverage of the event, and that is the well-meaning reference to the victim as 'little angels.'
People, these were kids, not angels. I'm not a mom, but I can tell you--I know lots of kids I like very much and NONE of them are angels.
Kids, even six-year-olds, are complex, thinking individuals. Yes, there is something about children that is naive and unshaped by culture that is wonderful--and can be annoying or terrible, given how it manifests itself--but children are NOT angels.
Calling the victims angels reminds me of what I always liked least about Victorian literature--those perfect little girls like Little Eva and Little Nell who you just know are going to bite the dust of some vague, wasting illness within three paragraphs of meeting them. A 'little angel's' death is inevitable--they are just too good for this world to live. And there was nothing inevitable about the death of these all-too-real children.
The coverage I liked best came from NPR. If you want a good read, I strongly suggest you read this, which is a biography of the some of the victims of the shooter. If nothing else, it is a reminder of how strong even a very young child's personality can be, like Emily Parker, who is described as "bright, creative and always willing to try new things, except food." Almost immediately, you can picture the girl in your head--the frustrating kind of kid who is willing to help PREPARE the food and wants to know why it is made the way it is made, but won't eat anything but Wonder Bread, Skippy creamy peanut butter, and grape jelly day after day.
However, even when things are rough it's nice to go back in time and try some old favorites. I'll wager if you asked someone what his or her favorite cookie might be, the response won't be 'molasses.' Molasses is kind of a 'grandma' cookie flavor, and another interesting NPR piece on molasses cookies revealed that even an attempt to recreate an early 20th century molasses cookie was not pleasing to our 21st century taste buds, because our preferences for sweetness over spice have changed so much. But because we cling to traditions--even if they are not our own traditions, for I never ate a molasses cookie until I was an adult--I decided to make them this holidays season. I loved them, as did the (adult) recipients, but some adventurous kids would like them as well.
I strongly advise using shortening for these cookies, as molasses cookies do tend to spread. These are great for holiday cookie baskets, because they are easy to veganize. Make one batch for the vegans on your list, another for everyone else. I made two batches with eggs, one with flaxseed, and there was no discernible difference between the two versions.
I would like to say that this is the type of cookie that young Emily would have liked, but I doubt it. It is a strongly flavored, rich-tasting cookie and from her description, she strikes me as more of a sugar cookie or Oreo kind of girl. But perhaps with time, she may have learned to appreciate molasses cookies. We will never know.
3/4 cup vegetable shortening (I used Earth Balance Shortening)
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1 beaten egg or 1 tablespoon flaxseed and three tablespoons of water
1/4 cup mild, unsulfured molasses
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1/2 teaspons salt
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cardamon
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ginger
White, granulated sugar for rolling
1. Using a hand or stand mixer, mix the shortening, sugar, egg (or egg substitute), and molasses together.
2. Sift the flour, baking soda, salt, and spices.
3. Incorporate the wet and dry mixtures. Chill overnight.
4. Scoop mixture out into balls, rolling in white granulated sugar before putting them on parchment-lined baking sheets approximately 2 inches apart (cookies will spread somewhat). Bake in a preheated oven for 10 minutes at 375F.
5. Remove from oven when cookies start to 'crack' and 'crinkle.'
|That's the dog's dish on the floor. And yes, she did get a cookie that I ACCIDENTALLY dropped on the floor.|
Sunday, December 2, 2012
When I was in college, when I was ill and went to class (which usually happened only once a semester), I'd often put my coat on the chair to my left and my backpack to the right and tell anyone who tried to take the chairs: "you don't want to sit next to me, I have the plague."
So I didn't feel bad looking around for another space in the room, but there was nowhere left free. Since the hurricane, the original branch of the studio I go to has been closed down. My usual yoga studio is a lovely, airy space with a view of the ocean and located only two minutes from my house. The satellite studio is located in a nearby town which I guess some people would call 'quaint,' but which I think of as: 'retail space filled with stores selling everything you don't need at very high prices.' There is a breakfast place that sells only fancy waffles and various hipster-type stores with overpriced fake vintage dresses and t-shirts nearby. And I have to pay for parking. But the instructors are great, so I go.
So, I'm already annoyed about being there to some extent and then, for the rest of the class, the woman spends most of the time sneezing and coughing more than actually practicing, and I am in her direct line of snotty fire. Instead of counting breaths like you are supposed to, I count the tissues she manages to get through. The studio is so tiny and overheated it has a rather unwholesome, petri-dish quality to the atmosphere.
I thought little of the fact that later in the day I felt achy (although I haven't been sore after yoga for some time). The next day I woke up with what felt like something lodged in the right side of my throat and an unquenchable thirst that didn't go away. I wasn't congested, so I just sort of 'pushed myself' through my day, although I felt very odd. The next day, my throat was somewhat better but my right nostril was totally clogged and I alternated between feeling feverish and having chills. I took some Tylenol, went about things as normally, but went to bed very, very early. I didn't feel like I had a cold, though, because I wasn't that bunged up.
The next day, despite having slept longer than I had in months, I was sore in a different place of my throat and slightly more congested. I took the only other medication I have in the house--I haven't been sick for over two years--which was some generic Sudafed. That drug never agrees with me, but by now I had to admit that I wasn't myself. I actually felt okay during most of the day, but the early mornings and nights were pretty rough. I also took the Sudafed since I didn't want to infect anyone else, since I was around other people and wanted to minimize the 'spew' factor. Sudafed dries me out horribly, leaving my nose reasonably clearer and turning my skin flaky and dry.
I thought I was getting better, but this morning I woke up incredibly nauseous with a pounding headache. Then I remembered how taking Sudafed caused me to throw up one of the few times in my life, skipped my next two doses and started to feel less seasick.
I'm no longer contagious according to the CDC, so soon I can get back to cooking and baking for others as well as myself soon--hopefully by Wednesday, to be on the safe side. This recipe I made in November, as a gift to give to a neighbor who helped me take down a precariously-fallen tree after the hurricane.
I've never gotten a severe flu before (nothing lasting more than three days) and I guess this wasn't 'severe' since I am still functioning, but I suppose I should consider getting a flu shot next year. I've never been that sick, so I have never bothered to before. But I suppose if I want to continue to pursue healthy activities like yoga in artificially warm, humid environments in the winter, I might want to...
And yes, I know it's bitterly ironic that someone who is as much of a nervous, anxious hypochondriac as myself didn't get a flu shot.
I apologize for the 'tin' but as I said, it was a gift and I didn't want to annoy my neighbor about returning a dish.
Browned Butter Pear Cake
--Adapted from Recipe Girl--
1/2 cup butter
3 soft Bartlet pears, cored and chopped finely
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
2 tablespoons light brown sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom (err on the side of too little rather than too much)
3 cups all-purpose flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups granulated white sugar
4 large, beaten eggs
3/4 cup milk (I used whole milk)
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
Browned Butter Icing
4 tablespoons (1/4 cup) butter
2 cups sifted powdered sugar
4 -5 teaspoons boiling water
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1. Preheat the oven to 350F. Grease and flour two 9X5 or 8X4 loaf pans.
2. Brown the butter, melting it in a saucepan over low-to-medium heat until it begins to foam. Remove and cool while assembling the other ingredients.
3. Toss the pears with the two tablespoons of white and brown sugars and the spices, leave to macerate.
4. Sift the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar.
5. Mix the eggs, milk, and applesauce. Add the cooled brown butter. Incorporate the wet and dry mixtures. Add in the pears.
6. Pour evenly into the two prepared loaf pans. Bake for approximately one hour (cooking time will depend upon level of moisture of the fruit to some degree). Remove when a toothpick can be extracted clean from the cake and cool.
7. While cake is cooking make the icing. Brown the 4 tablespoons of butter, remove from heat. Boil the water and set aside. Add 1 cup of powdered sugar to the butter. Whisk vanilla into the butter, followed by more of the sugar, then the boiling water, one teaspoon at a time, until icing is formed. You may need to adjust the amount of water and sugar a bit (adding an extra tablespoon or two of the sugar or a teaspoon of the water) get the icing to the right, pourable consistency.