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Bitter get on my horse(radish)

Now where did we leave off again?  Oh damn, are we still on the 4 questions?  This is turning out to be a long Seder!  Better get on my horse and keep this thing moving….

Yesterday I said that the youngest child is kept engaged by being required to recite the four questions but we only really went over the first.  The second question is:

Shebb’khol hallelot anu okh’lin sh’ar y’rakot, vehallayla hazze maror.
Why is it that on all other nights we eat all vegetables, but on this night we eat bitter herbs?

Answer: We eat Maror (a bitter herb) to remind us of the bitterness of slavery.

On Tuesday we talked about the first vegetable consumed of the evening—the Karpas.  While it is traditionally something bitter, like parsley, it is not actually the bitter herb to which this refers.  Confused yet?  Remember the symbolism for the Karpas was the dipping in salt water for remembrance of tears.  The second vegetable on the Seder plate is almost always Horseradish which as anyone who has handled raw horseradish knows, is particularly strong and pungent.  This is referred to as the Maror or bitter herb.  The inspiration for this particular ritual comes from the following lines in Exodus:

“And they embittered their lives with hard labor” – Exodus 1:14

“…and with bitter herbs they shall eat it” – Exodus 12:8

I know.  Who lets a book tell them to eat raw Horseradish just to prove a point?  I never said this thing as supposed to make sense….  And yes raw horseradish rather than prepared from a jar.  Vinegar is used to help soften and mute the astringency of the root.  This doesn’t stop me from using vinegar in my recipe below though.  Hey I only said I had to be inspired by the Seder plate for these recipes!

But Olivia why do you Jews have all these funny rules about eating?  Like the Kosher stuff?  What’s up with that?  And what is that “Pareve” or “Parve” thing you mentioned the other day?

Oy vey.  I always dread explaining the Kosher thing, especially since I clearly don’t keep Kosher most of the year.  I make an effort during the high holy days as part of the experience of celebrating the holiday, but otherwise I let the Kosher thing go.  I mean there are two schools of thought in my experience about the Kashrut (Kosher law): It’s commanded by G-d (Adonai) for some omniscient and unchallengeable reason OR they originated out of health and food safety concerns.  Well I don’t really ascribe to belief in a higher power and modern day science has more or less solved any food safety concerns.  For example we know now how to avoid Trichnella, the parasite present in poorly prepared pork.  But here’s the rough and dirty of Kosher laws that will help you if you do happen to have actively practicing Jewish friends:

  • Pork and Shellfish are off the table.  Always.  Pork is considered “unclean” and shellfish were “bottom feeders” and therefore forbidden.  Pork also had the nasty habit of carrying the aforementioned parasite and shellfish even today when prepared incorrectly can carry a slew of nasty bacteria.  Cholera is a horrifying way to die.  Additionally rodents, insects, reptiles and amphibians are all forbidden.  So just don’t go to Asia.
  • Kosher Meat: this isn’t food that’s just blessed by a rabbi.  It actually has to be slaughtered in a certain way and no blood is to be left on the meat.  The slaughtering process that is considered Kosher is designed to help remove all the blood and also to kill the animal in the most quick and humane way possible.
  • Fat that surrounds organs is forbidden.  The kind of fat that lines your liver is different than other kinds of fatty tissue.  Usually not an issue as most Americans don’t eat organ meat anyway.  (I do though.  It’s delicious)
  • No Meat with Dairy.  This is the big one that can throw people for a loop because it means your Kosher keeping friend can’t have a Cheeseburger.  Ever.  The ruling for this comes from a line about not boiling a Kid in its Mother’s milk and I have to admit, when you put it that way, it does seem kind of sadistic doesn’t it?  Anyway what this means is that no meat (Fish and Eggs don’t count though) can be consumed with Dairy or within a set number of hours of eating diary and vice versa.  Butter is considered dairy so that gets pretty restrictive.   Foods that contain neither meat nor dairy are called “Pareve” or “Parve” and these foods are useful because you can eat them with any meal.  Thus whenever I have a recipe that fulfills these rules I like to point it out.  It helps making meal planning a little easier since as you can imagine, a big banquet dinner gets quite difficult when you have to choose between using meat or dairy that night.
    This also means Jewish Lasagna is always vegetarian and therefore very, very boring.  (Not true!  I proved that with vegan lasagna.  But I concede nothing replaces mozzarella and a good bolognese.)

There are a bunch of other rules and details I could provide but this is enough for now I think.  Onto the recipe!  Tonight I made a Potato Kugel.  Oh boy more words we don’t know Olivia.  Okay so a kugel (coo-gull) is essentially a casserole made with noodles or potato.  Since noodles are obviously out during our matzo-only holiday, a potato kugel it is!  This is a staple of Jewish cuisine and there’s almost always a kugel present for any big to-do.  There’s also more often than not a BIG ego contest about who has the best Kugel.  Fueds have formed at many a Synagogue and between mother/daughter in-laws for decades.  Thankfully I have no one to compete with at the moment—Mom never really made kugel—so I can puff my chest out without fear and say mine is best at home.

9 times out of 10 Kugel is made as a sweet dish but this time around I wanted something savory to feature the Maror.  Horseradish goes so nicely with potato doesn’t it?  It’s got a lot of that traditional baked potato flavor without the bacon or the dairy since I use chicken fat.  This recipe can be altered quite easily to be rendered completely Parve by removing the chicken skins and using olive oil.  Or you could then serve it with some sour cream.  Mmmmmmm talk about potato heaven.  Flexibility makes it a great addition to your Jewish cookbook.  Look I talked about Flexibility and didn’t even mention yoga.  Gotta be a record!

Maror Horseradish Potato Kugel

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A whole latke trouble

classic latkes (4)I have a serious anxiety problem about getting into trouble.  Not any specific trouble, just basically anxiety about ever doing (or rather getting caught doing) something I’m not supposed to.  Cop car on the road?  I go into a sweat even if I’m not remotely close to speeding.  Manager wants to talk to me?  Oh god I shouldn’t have logged onto Facebook yesterday for those few minutes.  Heck as a child I didn’t even mind the punishment part so much as the “face the music” part and I’d often skip straight to punishing myself when I did something wrong.  Mom would come home and I’d be standing in the corner.

classic latkes (2)Olivia what are you doing?

I put myself in time-out because I did something naughty but I’m sorry and now I’m in time out.

Okay….

 There were times in grade school, you know those days, where most of the class would be acting up because it was a full moon or something and the teacher would chastise everyone.  You’d get a big lecture about behavior and how disappointed he or she was in all of you and so on and so forth.  These lectures often came after a substitute teacher visit too.  Anyway I rarely acted up in class.  I’m not in some sort of rose-colored denial about my behavior; I was a type-A Hermione Granger in school.  “You could have gotten us all killed, or worse, expelled!” I’d sit there during the lecture knowing full well I didn’t really do anything wrong and yet I’d still feel guilty.  There would have been some five second period where maybe inside I delighted gleefully at the anarchy in the room and knowing that it would upset my teacher just ate away at me.  I’ll never forget that one day when a specific teacher of mine, Mrs. Edwards 5th grade block A, actually pulled me aside after one of these lectures.

 Olivia I saw how upset you seemed when I was talking earlier.  Don’t worry I know you didn’t do anything wrong, none of what I said was directed at you.  Just everyone else.

I know but I still feel bad.

Why?

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I don’t know what it is.  I mean I realize in life we goof up, we make mistakes and yes sometimes we even do things we know are wrong but that are ultimately victimless crimes.  I know in my head that I shouldn’t feel badly or let these things get to me and yet I do.  I both respect and hate authority.  I hate authority that I don’t feel has earned my respect but when someone has, I want nothing more than to please and make them happy because I want to earn their respect back in kind.  So when I disappoint someone in the latter category it totally makes sense to me but I don’t know why I’ll get all gnawed up inside at the idea of getting in trouble with someone who I don’t respect.  I’m guessing it’s fear based (and we all know how I feel about fear) since usually the people who have this kind of authority also have the ability to inflict fairly harsh, real punishments like prison time or termination of your job.

Applesauce

Applesauce

The funniest thing about this is that the worst things I’ve ever done in my life are things that I’ve never been punished for.  I haven’t killed anyone or done anything I think that’s particularly awful in the grand scheme of things but I have a few dark splotches here or there on the long tab of “Everything I’ve ever done wrong or incorrectly” that I keep in my brain.  Yeah I do pretty much remember anything I’ve ever done that wasn’t kosher.  It’s exhausting to do that actually and I’m trying so hard to stop being embarrassed or upset with myself over things like getting a frownie face sticker for talking during naptime, pinching someone in first grade, shoplifting that one time to see if I could do it when I was 12 or bitchiest of bitch moments: dating my ex’s friend.

Of course you could blame that phenomenon known as “Jewish Guilt” – an amazing ability of any Jewish Ma or Bubbe to make you feel small and indebted for any misdeed or deed undone.  It’s remarkable and seemingly genetic—every XX with a Jewish leaning manages to do it so well whether or not they had a Jewish mother around to teach them the ways of the disappointing sigh and martyrdom that go along with every guilt laden remark.  In my case I definitely had a master teacher in my mom (I love you mom!  I say that with love!) for both the infliction of guilt and how to brew up a fantastic chicken soup.  One classic Jewish recipe that I did not get perfect from my mom though was for latkes.

or sour cream?

or sour cream?

Oh man.  Every year we would make them and they would be undercooked at the beginning and burnt through by the end.  It just never turned out well.  Luckily I have a weird yen for burnt starches and didn’t mind so much—I ate every crispy piece with glee.  I was that weird kid who liked to set her marshmallow on FIRE when making s’mores you see.  Screw waiting for the perfect golden whathaveyou – give me that charred flavor with the bonus of a speedier product.  YUM.  Still as the years wore on I began to appreciate that certain foods (not marshmallows though, I still like those extra carcinogeny) are better when cooked properly.  Latkes are one of those things and so I busied myself to learn the tips and tricks for making the perfect Chanukah classic.  You can make latkes about a million ways using any variety of foods to substitute for the potato with a number of seasonings and additives.  I’m particularly fond of a very NON-kosher addition to mine (guilt guilt guilt) but with Chanukah here, I figured I’d cover the simple, classic and timeless Onion Potato Latke.

Of course there’s also the classic debate over how to EAT your latkes.  Some people like sour cream, some people like applesauce.  I’ve shown you that I eat them both ways above but the truth of the matter, the topping I most prefer…is vinegar.  YUP!  Screw the cream and screw the sweet, I like my potatoes pancakes in true British fashion.  Try it and see.  Any kind of vinegar will do though I found that that this pinot grigio pressed vinegar is particularly delightful.

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Try something else: go for the pucker with some vinegar!

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Fantasy Friday: Gamgee’s Potato Dumplin’s

It’s going to be a quiet blogging weekend for me as I descend upon southern california to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend of mine.  Kenny, also known as The Geeky Fanboy, will be hosting a party for a number of our guildie karass at his house.  We used to do these movie night get togethers very frequently but I’m afraid that hosting as many as 20 people in your home at a time takes its toll both emotionally (quite draining) and financially (as drunken people break your stairs, doors, tv stands….) and so we put these gatherings on hold for a little while.  I can hardly blame the poor guy and I don’t know that I’d have the ability to calmly have that many people roaming my house ever much less on a semi-regular basis. I’m glad that we’re doing another one though and entirely to celebrate the kind of “God-Father” Kenny is to our group.

I always imagine the gaggle of geeks that gather much like the dwarves who sing that poem from The Hobbit.   You know the one that goes:

Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
    Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates-
  Smash the bottle and burn the corks!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
  Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
  Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
  pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when your finished, if any are whole
  Send them down the hall to roll!

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So, carefully! carefully with the plates!

We get rather boisterous while poor Kenny Baggins is constantly trying to maintain order, keep the kitchen clean and seems to be endlessly supplying us with food and drink.  Poor little hobbitses!  I try to do my part to help but I’ve found that he’s a great deal like me.  When I have company over for dinner and they offer to wash the dishes I always insist that they just leave the plates in the sink. For many this is a social game akin to when a girl reaches for the check but really with the understanding that next the boy will insist upon paying and she will relent.  The guest will try to wash the dishes but the host will insist it’s okay and so on and so forth.  Well with Kenny, and myself as I am much like him in this respect,we really don’t want you to wash our dishes.  Why?  I know how anal this sounds but 9 times out of 10 you’re going to do it wrong.  They won’t be quite right or they’ll get put away in the wrong spot…it inspires anxiety in me even thinking of it.  I often feel useless not helping Kenny clean up more during these events (I’ll do a little like throw away trash and wipe up spills) but I totally understand where he is coming from.

My analogy for our group dynamic is particularly apt because Kenny is a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings.  In fact he does a spectacular cosplay as Frodo, though because of the poem I always kind of think of him as Bilbo.  I’ll never forget the first time I read those books.  I was in fourth grade, so about 9 years old, and when I was doing my best to read the entire fantasy section of our school library.  For some reason the librarian decided to deny me when I first attempted to rent out “The Hobbit” because she thought it was going to be too advanced for me.  My mother set that woman straight in about two seconds–I’d been reading at what passes for an 11th grade level.  The librarian was skeptical but I devoured that book and came back for the rest in short time.  I recall the librarian quizzing me about the book and after I answered each question, delivering an intellectual bitch slap in the process, she never made another squawk about my book selections.

I’m sad I missed the LOTR movie marathon weekend that Kenny hosted over a year ago.  The films were exceptional and to celebrate the group made lembas bread.  I haven’t attempted to make my own lembas bread recipe though that is on my list for a total LOTR themed dinner party someday.  Maybe if I get a whole theme going for dinner I can convince Kenny to do a movie marathon redux for the films.  A recipe I do have in my arsenal I love because it is inspired both by a memorable line from Samwise Gamgee.  There’s that scene where Gollum is eating the raw fish and Sam is bemoaning the lack of potatoes:

What’s taters, precious?

Po-ta-toes? Po-ta-toes!

Boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew!

I wondered what Sam might have in mind and realized potato dumplings fit the bill perfectly.  First you boil, then you mash them and then form balls which can be served up in a hearty stew.  Sam is a gardener so I realized his dumplings would also be particularly flavorful with some nice herbs and spices to round them out. Since Kenny Baggins usually cooks up biscuits and gravy for breakfast when I and all my dwarven brethren visit, I decided to slather these delicious hobbit treats in a sawmill gravy rather than a stew.  Exactly the sort of Prancing Pony tavern food a Hobbit would expect to have for elevenses and a fun melding of fantasy and friend inspired food.

Gamgee’s Potato Dumplin’s with Gravy
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A Soupcon of Language

Embassytown by China Mieville as part 1 of my 2012 Hugo Nominee Challenge – accompanied by a recipe for Alphabet Soup!

This book kicked my ass and I loved every minute of it. Now it wasn’t a particularly gripping story at first. The plot takes a while to unfurl itself ; opening chapters struggle because there’s so much brickwork being laid and some of it fairly needless. The narrator similarly takes a while to become someone I find even remotely interesting. Once you get about halfway through, the story element finally begins to pick up steam and by the last 100 pages you are in a state of gross suspense. It was the beauty of prose that kept me going, along with my Hugo challenge, and I’m glad I did.

The reason this book kicked my ass is summed up in one word: language. China Mieville must have designed this book to challenge and thrill the more linguistically cocksure readers. Indeed I should have paid attention to the epigraph at the opening of the book:

The word must communicate something (other than itself) — Walter Benjamin

China uses his clearly superior vocabulary to pepper the book with words that even one as verbose as myself would find new or unusual. Many of the words are delicious on the tongue and so anyone who is a fan of language will find this book particularly fun to read. Especially out loud. Many of these words are also completely made up by China, making it even harder to decipher what is an obscure reference like panjandrum* (a pompous self-important official or person of rank – after a character, the Grand Panjandrum, in a nonsense work (1755) by Samuel Foote) from aeoli. The latter being a made up word to describe a plant-like breathing apparatus in Embassytown but derived no doubt from alveoli which is the word for air sacs that form oxygen exchange in your lungs. I remember reading aeoli for the first time, thinking it sounded like a perfectly reasonable word but confused as to why it seemed so foreign. That was on page 2.

This story follows the not-so-protagonist Avice Benner Cho. I say not so because what you’ll find is that for the majority of the story, she doesn’t really do much. It takes a while to see her character go from being a “floaker” (one of China’s words) into something much, much more. I will refrain from elaborating though as that itself is already a big spoiler. In any case Avice is a young woman who grew up on a planet inhabited by an alien race known as the Areiki. The Ariekei are a race where language is an amalgamation of two word-sounds spoken from their double mouths to convey what we would in one word. Oh and they are incapable of separating speech from thought which makes it impossible to lie. They also can’t comprehend human speech in the singular form. In order to communicate the government had to create doppels. Doppels are test tube humans created as a perfect pair, not twins, they are literally the exact same person who must speak the dual language in unison to be understood by the Ariekei.

They can’t lie at all. They can’t even form a simile on their own and at the early pages of the book, Avice is called upon to act out a difficult scene in order to bring a simile to life–make it truth–so that the Ariekei can use that figure of speech. You encounter other similes in the novel, including a boy that swims with fish routinely every week so that the simile “the boy who swims with fish” can retain truth since it speaks of an ongoing action. Sound confusing? It is at first but again as the novel unfolds, this concept becomes very important to the central conflict caused by Ariekei who wish to learn to lie. It also carries meaning for an even graver threat to their race through the form of what I will call a speech-toxin. This kind of kenning (a compound expression with metaphorical meaning i.e. oar-steed = ship) is an essential concept throughout the novel. About two thirds of the way in China makes a self-referential comment to this literary device from one of the characters. Very clever and like I said, this book is designed to be a treat for language lovers.

There’s also a nice dose of political philosophy without being heavy handed or preachy. Government control, destruction/manipulation of indigenous peoples, imperialism, and bureaucracy…the usual political thought experimentation that is common in scifi.

Basically if you love language but have never picked up a science fiction book, you should start with this one. It’ll be the gateway drug you need. If you love science fiction but prefer action over verbiage, this might not be the book for you. I think the slow start and language gymnastics would leave a number of science fiction fans feeling unsatisfied and confused. If however you enjoy alien battles AND shakespearean word play, you’ll find this book to be a solid B-

My recipe for this novel seems rather on the nose in such a delightfully tasty way.  It may be June but SF Bay Area weather doesn’t really warm up until August.  We’ve still got days with highs only in the low 60s and wind and rain.  I was so happy to have this soup to hunker down with last night while I delved into my next book.  It also happens to be an insanely easy, short recipe that requires the only skills you have are to chop vegetables.  So if you are kitchen handicapped, this one is for you.

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There’s a Leek in my Soup!

October weather is so strange in Northern California.  One day it’s cold (in the 50s) and rainy and then not 24 hours later it will be 84 and sunny.   Some days I want soup and some days I want ice cream.  It’s just bonkers.  Additionally there’s this odd blend of fall vegetables and late summer harvests.  So this soup recipe sure seems out of place since leeks are hardly in season and the weather is sporadic. The soup is warming, savory and filling without being too heavy so when the high puts me in shorts the next day I don’t feel bloated.

On the upside Fringe is finally back…wait, no Joshua Jackson for three episodes?  WHAT? Nooooooooooo.

Potato and Roasted Leek Soup   Read more

Curry Some Favor

with these lamb-curried phyllo appetizers!  I am super proud of this recipe as it was my own design to replicate the convenience of frozen, partially baked foods that I could pull out when company came round.  When I have friends over I tend to feed them but sometimes I don’t have anything ready on hand that makes a good snack.  These are easy to make on a rainy Sunday afternoon; you just prepare the filling, bake the packets slightly and then freeze them.  I had lots of cardboard boxes so I sliced them up into baking pan sized rectangles, lined them with tinfoil and then arrange the triangles as I would when baking.  Next time friends came over I pulled out one “tray” and transferred the aluminum foil directly onto a cookie sheet.  Not only did I have food in twenty minutes with no prep, but cleaning up the baking pan was a cinch.  I just balled up the aluminum foil and tossed it away.  Brilliant right?  I mean sure you could just buy things like this from costco but where’s the challenge and the customization in that?  Plus I promise you that you won’t find lamb curry packets with sweet potatoes and carrots there!

Curry Lamb Triangles

  • 1lb ground lamb
  • 1 Tbsp Garam Masala
  • Curry powder (add as desired)
  • 1 tsp cayenne pepper
  • 1 tsp cumin, ground, toasted
  • 1 package Phyllo dough thawed overnight in the fridge or a few hours on the counter
  • 3-4 large sweet potatoes
  • 1 cup shredded carrots
  • 1/2 vidalia onion
  • 1/2 cup crumbled Feta Cheese
  • Extra Virgin Olive Oil (or any other cooking oil)
  • Salt and Pepper

Mix the garam masala, curry powder, cumin and cayenne pepper in with the ground lamb.  Garam Masala is an indian spice blend that you can either make yourself or purchase from the store.  It incorporates a variety of spices used in Indian/Eastern cuisine and ingredients can vary.  I suggest going by what flavor profile smells best to you.  Your garam masala may have cumin in it already rendering the extra tsp overkill.  Add salt and pepper to taste.

Sweat the onions in some oil for about 10 minutes.  Then add in the lamb and sautee until the ground lamb is thoroughly cooked.  Put this off to the side to cool.  Shred the potatoes and cook them with the carrots in the juices left in your pan from the meat.  They should be flavorful but not mushy.

Next I pulsed the entire mixture of meat and vegetables through my food processor a few times before finally adding in the feta cheese.  You don’t have to do this but I think it made the mixture somewhat more paste-like and therefore easier to stuff and eat in the phyllo dough.

Lay out the phyllo dough and cut each sheet lengthwise into three long rectangular strips.  I took two heaping tablespoons of the meat mixture and added it to the bottom of each rectangular sheet.  Next you will fold the sheet from the bottom left corner to form a right triangle.  This you will flip back and forth again in right triangles until you reach the top of the strip.   This is a little difficult to describe so reach back to those boy scout/girl scout flag folding days.  Don’t have them?  Damn. Okay try this website from step 4.  Now you know how to fold phyllo dough AND a flag.  Go you!

I prepped these by partially baking them for 20 minutes in a 375 degree oven.  This partially cooked the phyllo dough but didn’t make it brown/crunchy.  Then I froze them on trays and pulled one out the next day for a study group.  I baked them at 425 for another 20 minutes.  The phyllo dough was both crunchy and beautifully browned (thank you Maillard Reaction) while the filling was warm, soft and flavorful.   I served them with some tomato sauce from the other day.

Will Rosemary me bread?

I’ve always thought putting an engagement ring in food was a bit tacky. Literally! Wouldn’t the ring feel sticky or grimy after being suspended in champagne/muffins/jello? It’s just not my thing however this loaf is good enough to get someone to marry you*…or at least fall in love with you for the five minutes it takes to greedily devour it all.  The potato added to the bread gives it a very distinctive texture and flavor.  Next time I think I might play around with using sweet potato instead of russets to see what kind of flavor that gets.  It is important to note however that sweet potatoes have different sugars and starches than your common baking potato so I anticipate the first attempt might not texturally be right.  I’ll have to figure out how to adapt the recipe for the different chemical structure of the sweet potato starches.  I’m sure that it will taste divine though as sweet potato and rosemary is an award winning combination.

*Extra points if your betrothed is named Rose.  Maybe if the doctor had been exposed to this bread she wouldn’t have gotten stuck in a parallel universe…oops sorry, my geek is showing.

Potato Rosemary BreadPotato Rosemary Bread
Replicated faithfully from Peter Reihnhart’s “The Breadmaker’s Apprentice”

  • 7oz biga
  • 14oz bread flour
  • .38oz salt
  • .03oz coarsely ground pepper
  • .14oz yeast
  • 6oz mashed potatoes
  • .5oz olive oil
  • .25oz chopped, fresh rosemary
  • 7oz water, room temp

Stir together the flour, salt, black pepper and yeast in a bowl.  Add the biga in 8 pieces, mashed potatoes, oil, rosemary and 3/4 cup of the water.  Stir by hand or on low until the ingredients form a ball.  Add more water/flour to adjust the dough consistency.

Knead the dough for roughly ten minutes until it is tacky but not sticky.   Gather it into a ball and leave it in a lightly oiled bowl to rise.  This should take about 2 hours at room temperature or until it doubles in size.

Remove the dough and divide it into two pieces for loaves or 18 for dinner rolls.  Prepare as a boule and then let it rise on a baking pan for another 1-2 hours until it doubles in size.  Meanwhile preheat your oven to 400F.

Place the boules in the oven and bake for approximately 45-60 minutes.  The temperature should register at 195 internally.  Let them COOL before breaking into them and then eat at your own pace.

Belated Thanksgiving

Turkey 2008

For the two or three (if I’m lucky haha) people out there who read this blog…no I haven’t died from gangrene as a result of my ankle injury.  It has finally healed and juggling that and fall coursework has left me little time to update/spend time photographing my kitchen kinesthetics.   I’m going to remedy that starting today!

100_1078Thanksgiving came a few days late this year for my family.  My university is pretty stingy with holidays, I had a midterm on the 26th, so I couldn’t possibly get home in time to cook.  The solution was pretty easy: postpone.  We celebrated on Saturday and no one complained.  Especially because it meant I could brine the turkey this year.  Brining = Magic.  If you want a perfect Turkey use a brine, you will be rewarded for your patience.

Turkey Day MenuSweet Potatoes

  • Turkey w/Gravy – Rosemary, Thyme, Garlicky goodness
  • Challah Stuffing – Fresh sage and dried cranberries for some kick
  • Port Cinnamon Cranberry sauce – An old Bon Apetit recipe
  • Cheesy Mashed then Baked Potatoes
  • Sweet Potato Fries – Sea Salt, Paprika, Rosemary and Ground Pepper
  • Garlic Asparagus – wrapped in bunches with roasted green onion
  • Apple Pie – Some help from Dorie/Alton
  • Pumpkin Cheesecake w/whipped Vanilla Cream

That’s MY idea of a great vacation!  I was given permission to make as big a mess in the kitchen as I wanted and boy did I ever but nobody complained.  Not while they were eating anyway.  When it came time to clean up the kitchen there were definitely some teasing comments.  I tried to clean up while I cooked, honestly!  I really did.  Oh well.

Day 1 - Bake Challah

Day 1 - Bake Challah

Day 2 - Turn into Stuffing

Day 2 - Turn into Stuffing

Apple Pie w/Honey Crisps and Granny Smiths

Apple Pie w/Honey Crisps and Granny Smiths

Pumpkin Cheesecake

Pumpkin Cheesecake

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