I try to be good to the Other Adult. I make her a new bread or muffin every week, and so she can eat them for her breakfasts in the morning.
Weekday mornings at our house are insane. Probably we are not alone in this respect. The Other Adult wants to wake up as late as possible to maximize the amount of time she spends sleeping. We get up at 6:10 in the morning. The Kid and the Other Adult leave for school together at 6:40. This gives the Kid 30 minutes to eat breakfast, get dressed and stuff her backpack with last night's homework. Meanwhile, I make coffee and assemble lunches. I have to count down seconds for the Kid, so she doesn't spend too much time on any one task. As I make the coffee I say: "You have thirty-five seconds to brush your teeth." then I count backwards from thirty-five, loud enough so she can hear me from the bathroom. (Is thirty-five seconds enough time to brush one's teeth? Probably not, but I count very slowly, so that each "second" is more like two seconds.)
This weekend I made banana nut bread for the Other Adult's breakfasts. I pack her lunch with one slice every morning. I like packing my family's lunches. Sometimes to be cute I include goofy little notes on bright pink post-its. I like taking care of the people in my family.
Moist Banana Walnut Bread
Preheat oven 350. Grease two 9 inch bread pans.
1 3/4 cups sugar
2 1/4cups flour
3/4cup olive oil
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/3teaspoons baking soda
1/4cup buttermilk(I make my buttermilk from soy milk and vinegar)
1 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup ground walnuts (ground in a mortar and pestle or in a food processor)
5 mashed bananas
Mash the bananas with your hands, then combine all the ingredients in a large bowl. Use black bananas if possible. I didn't have black bananas, so I peeled then microwaved the bananas until they were warm, but not hot. Divide the batter evenly between 2 bread pans and bake for 45-50 minutes. The toothpick should be almost clean, but not quite.
Some types of bread are made without yeast. Some breads are made with commercial yeasts that have been packaged in packets or jars and sold in grocery stores. And some breads--sourdoughs--are made with wild yeasts that have been cultivated in fermented flour.
The picture above is my sourdough starter. The starter is fermented flour that supports a live culture of bacteria and yeasts. Every night, I feed my starter. I remove about half of the old starter and throw it away, then I add a cup of whole wheat flour and a cup of water. I mix it vigorously, then I let it sit. And the next night, I do the same. And so on. Over night, the starter doubles in size. It collapses before I wake up in the morning.
My starter smells like rotten apples, vinegar, and alcohol. The smell of it reminds me of the apple tree in the backyard of the house where my family lived when I was in middle school. My parents paid me a dollar a week to pick up the fallen apples from the lawn because the fruit attracted wasps and bees. The apples were always warm from sitting in the sun, and full of worms and holes. The shame of it was that the apples had poor texture and flavor. They weren't good to eat, but they had a strong smell.
The night before I make a loaf of bread, I feed the starter early. When the starter appears the most active (bubbly, expanded in size), I mix a ladle full of starter with flour and water. It proofs overnight. This product is called the "sponge".
The pictures above and below are of the sponge.
The sponge doubles in size over night. The following morning, the sponge is added to the rest of the flour, water and salt, to make the dough. This dough is kneaded, then flattened, then rolled into a tight round, then allowed to rise, then flattened, then rolled into a tight round, then allowed to rise, and so on. This happens some three or four times. It takes hours.
You can see in the pictures above that the dough doubles in size between the first picture and the second. This happened over the period of an hour.
In the final stage, the dough is divided into two parts, then allowed to rise again. When the dough has tripled in size, it is dusted with flour, the top is cut with a knife (this is to relieve some of the surface tension and allow the dough to expand in the oven), sprayed with a fine mist of water, the oven is preheated to 500 degrees, and boiling water is dumped in the tray in the boiler tray in the bottom of the oven. The loaves are inserted and after ten minutes, the temperature of the oven is decreased to 350-400, and the loaves bake for approximately 45 minutes.
The pictures above documented my first successful attempt at making a loaf of sourdough. Before tonight, I'd tried to make sourdough at least four times. My failed loaves were always too dense. This bread was made from a whole wheat starter I began on New Year's.
Starters, when cared for properly, can basically live forever. Years, decades. It's a colony of live bacteria. Most beginning sourdough recipes recommend that you think of a starter as like a pet, to be monitored and cared for.
I've had so many failed loaves of sourdough before today that the Other Adult in the family told me, even after this loaf was baked and I cut it open and fed her a slice, that she did not believe I had made sourdough.
Sourdough has become a myth in our household. Like the lost city of Atlantis, the Holy Grail.
Ever since I started baking my own bread a year ago, I've occasionally experienced an annoying surplus of bread. The ends of the loaves dry out in my fridge and then I've no idea what to do with it. I hate throwing it away--that's wasteful, and I feel an attachment to it anyway, because it was made my by own hands.
There's an excerpt in The River Cottage Bread Handbook--a book I own and refer to frequently--that has a long list of various uses for old bread. The most useful of these suggestions is to make croutons.
Tear or slice the croutons into little chunks. My size preference is for 1-2 cm cubes (approximately).
In a big mixing bowl, drizzle the bread with olive oil and toss. The pieces should be slightly moistened on the outside, but not soaked.
Arrange the bread on a baking sheet and bake until golden brown. Allow to cool then store in a lidded container or gallon bag.
That's it! Of course, this recipe can be altered in any number of ways. The croutons can be garlicked (I maybe made up that word, just now) or salted, sprinkled with Parmesan or some other cheese, baked with herbs, whatever. I sometimes add salt but I like the versatility of plain croutons. These croutons make tasty, crunchy snacks, they are delicious in soups and salads, and when a recipe calls for breadcrumbs, I pop croutons in the blender or food processor.
One thing The Other Adult and The Kid never tire of is pizza. I have different recipes for different occasions. These mini pizza bites make a fun appetizer or a perfectly cute and interesting main course.
Preheat the oven to 475.
Thin Crust Pizza Dough, originally from Cook's Illustrated, but modified for my purposes
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/4 tsp yeast
1/2 teaspoon honey
1/2 teaspoon table salt
3/4 cup water
1/4 cup olive oil
Combine ingredients in food processor and set aside while preparing toppings.
1 16oz can crushed tomatoes
1 teaspoon dried basil
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1 tablespoon garlic Paste
Salt to taste
Ok, this is going to drive some people crazy, but I don't measure these ingredients at all. I dump the tomatoes in a sauce pan and add dried basil, oregano, thyme, garlic paste and salt. I heat and taste, and keep tasting as it heats. I find that the garlic is important, but the other herbs vary depending on what I'm in the mood for and what I have on hand. The measurements I provided above are a guess. I also sometimes add a little olive oil or veggie broth if the sauce is a little too thick. If the sauce is too thin, it should cook for longer. I usually make more than I need, and keep some in the fridge.
Pizza Toppings: Grated Cheese (your choice--cheddar, mozzarella, fontina, harvati, meunster, etc) Small sliced vegetables (again, your choice)
While the sauce is cooking and the dough is rising, cut small toppings for each pizza. I find that the mini pizzas require proportionally fewer toppings than a regular 14" pizza, so I make little piles of each different type of topping. The toppings I enjoy most are peppers, onions and mushrooms, and vegetarian sausage. For the sausage, I usually use Morning Star Farms vegetarian sausage patties, heated slightly and then cut into crumbles.
The Other Adult and I usually assemble these pizzas together. We start an assembly line, first making little 2-inch dough rounds on the pizza pans (this probably yields around 24-30 mini pizzas), then spreading a dollop of pizza sauce on each mini crust, then adding toppings, and finally adding cheese.
Part of the fun with this recipe is the resulting combinations of toppings. If I've prepared four different toppings, not all the toppings will fit on all the pizzas, so each mini pizza will have a different combination of the pizza toppings I've prepared.
These bake on the pizza pans for about 10 minutes. This same recipe can be used to prepare one 14" pizza. The only difference for a 14" pizza is that it's baked at 500 for about 10-12 minutes.
If I'm serving these for company, sometimes I'll get more creative with my toppipngs. Goat cheese, basil and tomatoes make a nice combination.
Several years ago, The Other Adult in the family made up a salad recipe that has since become a staple in our house. This salad is so versatile and easy to prepare that we can serve it with nearly everything, but most especially we like eating it with pizza. I started making my own vinaigrette about a year ago. The dressing recipe is adapted from Emeril's recipe on the food network website, because it was the first thing that popped up online when I googled "vinaigrette recipe" and it was a recipe I had all the ingredients for.
1/4-1/2 cup balsamic vinegar
1 teaspoon brown sugar, optional
1-2 teaspoons garlic paste
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/4-1/2 cup olive oil
I use an old salad dressing bottle and put all the ingredients in through a funnel, dry and chunky ingredients first, liquids last (the liquids push the rest through the funnel). Screw the cap on and shake. I don't always add the same amount of balsamic vinegar or olive oil--in fact, I eyeball all the ingredients. The original recipe called for 3/4 C olive oil, which was just too oily for me.
Black Bean Feta Salad
mixed greens or butter lettuce leaves
I put together the ingredients in whatever proportions I feel like and it turns out deliciously every time. A word about the ingredients: I use canned beans rather than dried then rehydrated beans. I know that most foodies look down on this practice, but I rarely know the night before when I'm going to prepare a meal with beans. It's just not practical for my lifestyle at the moment.
This has been one of the most amazing nights I've had in weeks. Possibly, months.
The most amazing thing is taking place in my kitchen.
It started a few months ago when the Other Adult in my family began pestering me to make Malai Kofta. I took a few quick looks at the recipes online and determined that Malai Kofta, done properly, is time consuming and requires some ingredients I don't normally keep around the kitchen. Words like, "raisins" and "heavy cream" popped out. And worse, "paneer". (actually, there were a lot of words in these recipes I had never heard of and was forced to ignore--one example: jeera. Jeera, in case you aren't aware, is (are?) cumin seeds. I'm going to have to use cumin as a substitute)
I needed paneer. I called around to a few Whole Foods grocery stores, where the clerks were puzzled and asked me what paneer was. I told the Other Adult that I couldn't find paneer and silently wished she would drop it.
She gave me the phone numbers for a few ethnic grocery stores in the area and asked me to call around. I put this off for three months until last night when bickering ensued and I decided I had waited long enough.
Today, I placed several annoying phone calls to ethnic grocery stores located around my office. The most degrading of these phone calls went something like this:
me: Um, yes, I was wondering if you carry paneer? grocer (I actually heard him rolling his eyes through the telephone): we carry cheese. me: Paneer? grocer: "paneer" means cheese. me: yes, I know paneer means cheese. I'm looking for a specific kind of Indian cheese. Paneer. grocer: we don't carry Indian cheese.
and so on. Could he could hear my midwestern ignorance over the telephone?
After hanging up, I googled paneer.
There's a wiki article about paneer. It's made by combining milk with lemon juice, separating the curds from the whey, and pressing the curds in a cheese cloth. I decided very suddenly to make the paneer myself.
Combine lemon juice with 1/4 C water and heat. Meanwhile, bring milk to an almost boil--stir frequently (my milk burned to the bottom of the pan and I stirred quite a bit) Once the milk is almost boiling, gradually stir lemon juice mixture into milk. Remove from heat when curds separate from whey.
Place cheese cloth in a strainer over a large bowl. Strain the curds from the whey, catching the curds in the cheesecloth, then rinse curds (still in cheese cloth) under cold water. Knead the curds a little bit, then roll the cheese cloth into a ball around the curds, squeeze the water from the curds. Press the cheese-in-cheesecloth under a very heavy pan, for two hours. In two hours, remove the pan and the cheese cloth.
Just FYI, it's really impressive to watch curds separate from whey. I never thought to make cheese in my home. This is one of the huge thrills I get from cooking: making food I once thought could only be bought from stores. That could only be obtained wrapped in plastic, sold in boxes.
My current regret is that the Kid is grounded and in her room after a debacle at school today, and she missed the show.
I had a conversation with my grandpa over the phone yesterday--this would be, the grandpa on my mom's side. He told me that he likely still has some cast iron skillets somewhere, two of which were made by his dad. Grandpa said that if he can find them, I am welcome to have them. Can you imagine? Cast iron made by my great grandpa.
Until two and a half years ago, I wasn't able to cook anything at all. My greatest achievement in the kitchen was a kick ass margarita, which actually, I would love to share the recipe for. I'm putting it below.
A few years ago, my family moved across the country and for a slew of reasons that had to do with new schedules and driving time and homework and evening commutes, I became the family cook. The Other Adult in the family is probably still much better at cooking, but I've learned a trick or two and I can hold my own.
Until that time, I thought I was a dim-wit in the kitchen, so discovering that I could prepare meals that real people would eat (and survive) was a bit of a shock. More surprising was that I liked doing it.
In fact, I want to cook all the time. And I want to talk to people about recipes, try new recipes and share my favorite recipes.
Then a few months ago I realized I'm obsessed with making bread, and that's a whole other thing.
I believe my deep interest in cast iron may be related to my reasons for enjoying cooking in the first place. Cooking is an activity that all people have done, for a very long, long time. I'm trying to find words that are less cliche than "time honored tradition", but I'm having a hard time of it. It's just that, cooking is a basic human experience. And It's an honorable thing to do. I feel like making my own food is a...privilege. A human privilege. Like drinking beer. No other animal gets to do what we do. And when I cook, I'm standing in the footsteps of many people who have cooked before me. I'm using their recipes. It's awesome.
And cast iron is what my ancestors used, yes? Teflon wasn't invented until like...the 80's? And cast iron lasts forever, and someday I can pass my cast iron down. Maybe someday my kid will own a cast iron skillet hand made, by my great grandpa, her great great grandpa. Woah.
1/2-3/4 canister of frozen limeade
1/2 C triplesec (the original recipe called for Grand Marnier, which I can't afford)
1/2 C tequila (Jose Cuervo--as my dad says, life is too short to drink bad tequila)
1/3 bottle of cheap beer (Bud Light works well--nothing with distinct or overwhelming flavor)
juice from a lime or lemon
salt to taste. start with a little, add more as needed. The salt takes the bite out of the margarita. It doesn't take much, but makes all the difference. Add salt until the bold citrus flavor has been replaced by a flavor that is mellow and smooth.
Combine ingredients in a blender, all but the salt, fill with ice and blend until smooth. Add salt last, a few shakes at a time, until it tastes right.
I used to consider these margaritas my specialty. Now, I consider failing at making sourdough my real specialty... I'm very good at it.
This cast iron skillet is the newest addition to my kitchen. I have the biggest crush on this pot. It has taken me two and a half years of steady cooking to come around to the idea that my kitchen needed a cast iron skillet.
My previous aversion to cast iron was divided into three parts:
1) People--friends--had told me that to appropriately care for a cast iron skillet, you can't wash it. No soap. No water. Ew. This is called "seasoning" the pot.
2) Cast iron is very, very heavy. And I am very, very light. I didn't want a skillet that required two arms to hoist onto the table, or anywhere.
3) Cast iron is not non-stick. Actually, here is the truth about cast iron:
1) A seasoned pot is cool, not gross. After I received my new cast iron as a Christmas gift, my dad and I had a long talk about Grandma Culpepper's cast iron skillets. I'm following her seasoning instructions, which are as follows:
preheat oven 235 degrees
rub down pot with a layer of vegetable or olive oil
place in oven for an hour, or as long as desired
repeat every so often. I do this routinely on weekends.
I don't use soap on the pot at all, and I don't use water unless I can see no way around it. I scrape off old food with plastic scrapers, and rub off whatever is left with a dry dishcloth and grainy salt. When I do use water on the pot, I only use a damp dishcloth, no soap. Then I dry the pot immediately and slick it up with a little cooking oil.
Since I received the skillet, I've been surveying friends and family about their preferred methods for cast-iron care. My family lives sprawled out over the midwest, and everyone I talk to has a cast iron skillet and everyone has a different method they swear by.
2) Cast iron is indeed very heavy. I don't move it very much. Problem solved.
3) An appropriately seasoned cast iron skillet IS a non-stick surface.
4) Cast iron will put iron in your food--important for women, and vegetarians, and I am both.
Last night I made sweet potato burritos, a recipe taken from All Recipes.com, which is a website I use with some frequency. The Other Adult in my family commented that the recipe was a keeper, but I should have used a larger proportion of sweet potatoes to beans. I altered the recipe slightly over what was recommended on the website, and because I'd never made mashed sweet potatoes before, this was a new experience.
Sweet Potato Burritos
Preheat oven 350 degrees. Prepare mashed sweet potatoes and refried beans (separately). Drop dollops of mashed sweet potatoes and refried beans onto flour tortillas, top with cheese. Roll the burritos and place in a greased casserole dish. Top with a little more cheese, then bake in the oven for 12 minutes.
To make the mashed sweet potatoes, I peeled then cut up 3 sweet potatoes into large-ish chunks. I boiled the potatoes until soft, then put them in the food processor with a little milk.
To make the Refried Beans:
half or whole chopped onion
crushed garlic to taste (I used two small spoonfuls)
1 can kidney beans
1 can pinto beans
veggie broth (1 or 2 cups...I just dumped it in, that's the kind of cook I am)
1 t cumin
2 t dry mustard
1 small pinch cayenne (emphasis on the word "small"...)
2 T soy sauce (I might use less next time)
I diced the onion and put it in the cast iron skillet with olive oil to saute, whilst I blended the beans in the food processor with veggie broth. I blended the beans for only a few seconds, so that there were still big chunks of beans. I dumped the beans into the cast iron, stirred until bubbling, then added the spices, and continue to stir until it had thickened, stirring frequently.
When the burritos were baking, I topped with a little organic chipotle salsa from Ralphs, but next time I'm going to use something slightly less smokey.
I prepared this dinner with mexican rice and heated black beans, which I plan to use in a recipe for the Other Adult's lunch later this week.
My family gets bored with food pretty easily, so I use a diverse set of recipes. I avoid food that comes in boxes and plastic (but the truth is, I work full time--I always have a box of frozen cheese pizza on hand). Whenever possible, I make my own crusts and breads and muffins and sauces.
I want to keep my family healthy and happy by feeding them good food!
All my recipes are vegetarian--no fish or chicken. No broths made from animals, no gelatin, and nothing that once had eyes or a brain.