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Monday, July 31, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Easy Summer Cake
This recipe comes from my sister, and it never fails. It comes together in just about the time it takes to slice some fruit, it works with various combinations of fruit (tonight I made it with 5 plums, 2 apricots, 1 nectarine and a handful of cherries), and most importantly, it tastes delicious. The cake is buttery, not too sweet, and develops a nice caramely crust on top while staying moist and tender below.Filling:
You want roughly 3-6 cups of sliced fruit. Any stone fruit (peaches, nectarines, plums, apricots, cherries) will be delicious. Apples work well, alone or in combination with pears or rhubarb; rhubarb & strawberries would be nice, too. Cut the fruit up and pour into a gratin or pie dish; sprinkle with a tablespoon of lemon juice and a teaspoon or so of cinnamon.
Topping:
1 1/2 sticks melted butter
3/4 c sugar
1 c flour
2 beaten eggs
Combine the topping ingrediants into a batter and pour over the fruit. Bake at 350 for 50 minutes, until the crust is golden and the fruit is bubbling up around the edges.
Scrabble with Ben
Ben is starting to read (more about this exciting development another day), but he's not what you'd call literate yet. Still, when he found the Scrabble set and asked me to play with him, I figured we'd give it a whirl.He loved the feel of the little tiles, as I do, and was pleased with how neatly they fit on the rack. He was happy to count out his 7 letters, and replace the proper number every time he played a "word." But he wasn't particularly interested in building on the words already played. Or in playing with actual English words (although he did ask me for the pronunciation of each word he played, and would report on them to Tony, correcting Tony if he mispronounced the imaginary word). It was a good game.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Summer in the City
We've been enjoying some uncharacteristically summery weather here in San Francisco. The fog held off for nearly two weeks, we kept our sweatshirts in the closet, we took evening picnics to the park.
But that's over. I saw a woman today wearing a typical summer-in-the-city outfit: sandals with socks, long pants, t-shirt, down vest, sun hat, and ear muffs.
But that's over. I saw a woman today wearing a typical summer-in-the-city outfit: sandals with socks, long pants, t-shirt, down vest, sun hat, and ear muffs.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Granola Now
I've been making granola ever since Trader Joe's discontinued my favorite fruit & nut combo. I started with a recipe from Nigella Lawson's Feast, which I posted over on the old blog, but I've adapted it so much since then (cutting down the sugar, adding more seeds), I figure it's time for an update. So this is my granola now:
5 c rolled oats and/or multigrain cereal (Trader Joe's carries a nice barley-oat-rye-wheat flake mix that I combine half and half with oats)
2 c almonds
1 c pumpkin seeds
1 c sesame seeds
1 c sunflower seeds
1/2 c ground flax meal
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground ginger
1 tsp salt
4-6 oz applesauce (I use one of the individual serving cups that Ben takes in his lunchbox)
2 tbsp vegetable oil
1 c honey, rice syrup, maple syrup, or some combination thereof
1 c raisins, dried cranberries, or some combination thereof
Preheat oven to 320. Stir together all the dry ingrediants in a large bowl until well combined. Add applesauce, then oil and honey or syrup, and combine well. Pour into two large, greased baking pans (I use two lasagne pans) and bake for 45 minutes, stirring once or twice along the way. Remove from the oven, stir in the dried fruit, then cool completely before storing in an airtight container.
A Peach and Some Champagne
From Peter Gray's The Mistress Cook (1956), with thanks to my mom for transcribing! (and with apologies for his non-PC reference...)
"Pfirche bohle. South Germany has contributed little to the gaiety of nations but this effort makes up for a lot. Take a perfect, sun ripened, peach: skin it and halve it. Place the half in a sundae glass and prick it all over with a fork until it looks like the victim of Chinese torture. Fill the glass with sekt, a dry German champagne. Eat on a hot summer evening with a faint noise of band music in the background."
"Pfirche bohle. South Germany has contributed little to the gaiety of nations but this effort makes up for a lot. Take a perfect, sun ripened, peach: skin it and halve it. Place the half in a sundae glass and prick it all over with a fork until it looks like the victim of Chinese torture. Fill the glass with sekt, a dry German champagne. Eat on a hot summer evening with a faint noise of band music in the background."
Monday, July 24, 2006
Seriously Simple Sandwich Bread
I was browsing buttermilk recipes, looking for a use for the liquid that drained off the ricotta cheese I made last week (most recipes just have you pour it down the drain, but that seemed like a big waste). I knew I could just make pancakes, or really any kind of cake, but I hadn't made bread in a while, and this recipe, from Suzanne Dunaway's is the easiest I've ever come across. Seriously, if you think bread is a big production, this is the recipe for you. It takes less than thirty minutes of effort; mostly it just sits around becoming dough, and then bread, all by itself. And the result is just about the tenderest, fine-crumbed sandwich bread I've ever eaten, let alone made. It does take a little advance planning, since you need to stir together the sponge the night before. But if you do that before bed, then you'll have 2 gorgeous loaves in plenty of time for some toast to go with your mid-morning cup of tea.
Sponge
2 tbsp dry yeast
1/2 c lukewarm tap water
2 c warmed buttermilk (or the liquid that drained off your homemade ricotta cheese)
2 c unbleached bread flour
Dough
2 tbsp melted butter
1 tbsp honey
2 tsp salt
3-3 1/2 c unbleached all-purpose flour
2 tsp olive oil
Combine water and yeast in a large glass or ceramic bowl. Add the buttermilk and bread flour
and stir well. Cover with plastic wrap and let ferment overnight at room temperature. It may bubble up and then fall -- that's fine. In the morning, it will be bubbly and fragrant.
In the morning, add the butter, honey, and salt to the sponge and mix well. Stir in flour until the dough is smooth and pulls away from the sides of the bowl.
Rub your hands with oil and lift the dough out of the bowl onto a lightly floured surface. Knead once or twice. Now let it sit a minute while you rinse out the mixing bowl with warm water, towel dry, and coat with olive oil. Put the dough in the oiled bowl, cover with oiled plastic wrap, and let rise about 1 hour.
Oil two 8 1/2 x 4" loaf pans. Divide the dough in half and form each into a loaf. Place loaves in pans, brush with oil, cover, and let rise until the dough reaches the rim of the pans, about 30 minutes.
Preheat oven to 450. Bake loaves for 25-40 minutes. Check for doneness by turning one loaf out of the pan and tapping the bottom; if it sounds hollow, it's baked through. If the loaves are browning too much but don't seem quite done, cover loosely with foil for the final 5-10 minutes of baking. Cool on a wire rack.
Friday, July 21, 2006
The Five Cookbook Meme
This is one that I can't pass up, even though it is apparently so last summer (check out Pumpkin Pie Bungalow for an exhaustive (exhausting! she's barely posted since) list of everyone who participated.
Total Cookbooks I Own:
There are (gasp!) 115 on my kitchen bookshelf now. A major element in our kitchen renovation was establishing a home for my cookbook collection, but several boxes still wait to be unpacked. Once Eli has outgrown his pulling-books-off-the-shelf-and-eating-them stage, I'll fill the bottom shelf, too! Now obviously, some of these are more for reading, or even decoration, than for cooking. I have my mom's Time-Life Foods of the World up there, for instance, because the covers are gorgeous, and they hold a strong nostalgic appeal for me; I'm certain I've never cooked from them. I also have my late mother-in-law's copy of , because she grew up in Hollywood and the cookbook makes me think of her.
Last cookbook I bought:
I bought Nigella Lawson's to give a friend. This is a great cookbook to give, of course, as it's an invitation to share a feast, which this friend and I--and our families-- have done many times. I haven't bought myself a cookbook in quite some time, but I did just buy Kathryn Hughes' , which is next in line after Mansfield Park.
The last food book I read:
Michael Pollan's . Everyone should just read this book. It won't make you feel guilty about eating meat, it won't make you throw your hands up in despair, there's nothing to be done, might as well keep eating those Cheetos. No, but it will make you think about your food choices, and you may well grocery shop a little differently. I learned a lot from this book, but I think the main lesson I took away was that every bite matters. It really does.
Five cookbooks that mean a lot to me:
by Marjorie Winslow
This was my first cookbook. It lived in my maternal grandparents' house, and whenever we visited them, I'd page through it and plan elaborate outdoor tea parties where I'd serve Pine Needle Upside Down Cake with Chalk Shakes and Rainspout Tea. It was out of print when Ben was born, but Libby hunted down a copy for me so that his education wouldn't be neglected. So this is really his, the first of his collection of four cookbooks.
The Peanuts Cookbook, recipes by June Dutton. This is the first cookbook with which I cooked edible food. I made (and spilled a lot of batter on the recipe for) Lucy's Lemon Squares, Charlie Brown's Brownies, and Security Cinnamon Toast -- 3 solid recipes in a book that only has 40. Plus cartoons!
The Mistress Cook, by Peter Gray. I don't own this cookbook, and I've never made a recipe from it. It was on my mom's shelf when I was growing up, and I think maybe my sister has it now; I'm not sure either of them has ever cooked from it. But my mom would pull it off the shelf and read from it to me -- I remember particularly a recipe that involved a peach and some champagne. This is the first cookbook that made me realize that writing about cooking can be fine writing.
, by Mollie Katzen. I don't really use this one much anymore, but it was a mainstay in college, when I was figuring out how to be a vegetarian. I can practically smell a pot of chili simmering on the stove when I take my tattered and food-stained copy down off the shelf; it transports me instantly back to those days. I have most of the subsequent Moosewoods, too, and cook from all of them (especially , source of several amazing cake recipes), but there's nothing like the sweet line drawings of the original.
, by Irma Rombauer, Marion Rombauer Becker, and Ethan Becker. The enduring, endearing classic. I have three editions, and I cook from all of them. I aspire to a complete set. I had an idea once of writing a cultural history of the U.S. based on the revisions of The Joy of Cooking, but other projects have interceded. Maybe someday... In the meantime, I highly recommend Anne Mendelson's biography of Marion and Irma, .
Total Cookbooks I Own:
There are (gasp!) 115 on my kitchen bookshelf now. A major element in our kitchen renovation was establishing a home for my cookbook collection, but several boxes still wait to be unpacked. Once Eli has outgrown his pulling-books-off-the-shelf-and-eating-them stage, I'll fill the bottom shelf, too! Now obviously, some of these are more for reading, or even decoration, than for cooking. I have my mom's Time-Life Foods of the World up there, for instance, because the covers are gorgeous, and they hold a strong nostalgic appeal for me; I'm certain I've never cooked from them. I also have my late mother-in-law's copy of , because she grew up in Hollywood and the cookbook makes me think of her.
Last cookbook I bought:
I bought Nigella Lawson's to give a friend. This is a great cookbook to give, of course, as it's an invitation to share a feast, which this friend and I--and our families-- have done many times. I haven't bought myself a cookbook in quite some time, but I did just buy Kathryn Hughes' , which is next in line after Mansfield Park.
The last food book I read:
Michael Pollan's . Everyone should just read this book. It won't make you feel guilty about eating meat, it won't make you throw your hands up in despair, there's nothing to be done, might as well keep eating those Cheetos. No, but it will make you think about your food choices, and you may well grocery shop a little differently. I learned a lot from this book, but I think the main lesson I took away was that every bite matters. It really does.
Five cookbooks that mean a lot to me:
by Marjorie Winslow
This was my first cookbook. It lived in my maternal grandparents' house, and whenever we visited them, I'd page through it and plan elaborate outdoor tea parties where I'd serve Pine Needle Upside Down Cake with Chalk Shakes and Rainspout Tea. It was out of print when Ben was born, but Libby hunted down a copy for me so that his education wouldn't be neglected. So this is really his, the first of his collection of four cookbooks.
The Peanuts Cookbook, recipes by June Dutton. This is the first cookbook with which I cooked edible food. I made (and spilled a lot of batter on the recipe for) Lucy's Lemon Squares, Charlie Brown's Brownies, and Security Cinnamon Toast -- 3 solid recipes in a book that only has 40. Plus cartoons!
The Mistress Cook, by Peter Gray. I don't own this cookbook, and I've never made a recipe from it. It was on my mom's shelf when I was growing up, and I think maybe my sister has it now; I'm not sure either of them has ever cooked from it. But my mom would pull it off the shelf and read from it to me -- I remember particularly a recipe that involved a peach and some champagne. This is the first cookbook that made me realize that writing about cooking can be fine writing.
, by Mollie Katzen. I don't really use this one much anymore, but it was a mainstay in college, when I was figuring out how to be a vegetarian. I can practically smell a pot of chili simmering on the stove when I take my tattered and food-stained copy down off the shelf; it transports me instantly back to those days. I have most of the subsequent Moosewoods, too, and cook from all of them (especially , source of several amazing cake recipes), but there's nothing like the sweet line drawings of the original.
, by Irma Rombauer, Marion Rombauer Becker, and Ethan Becker. The enduring, endearing classic. I have three editions, and I cook from all of them. I aspire to a complete set. I had an idea once of writing a cultural history of the U.S. based on the revisions of The Joy of Cooking, but other projects have interceded. Maybe someday... In the meantime, I highly recommend Anne Mendelson's biography of Marion and Irma, .
Thursday, July 20, 2006
No offense to my older siblings...
I saw this at Libby's blog, who saw it at Lilian's, and normally I don't do these things, but it's amusing to see how wrong it is. Although, except for the fact that I'm the youngest of 4, the rest of the description is pretty accurate....
| You Are Likely an Only Child |
At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated. At work and school, you do best when you're organizing. When you love someone, you tend to worry about them. In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic. Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management. You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books. |
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Roasted Artichokes
We really don't have the time to prepare artichokes--there are small children here, after all. So when Tony bought some recently, they sat in the refrigerator for a week. I felt very guilty about this, but every time I looked at them, they just looked like work. I very nearly threw them away, but it turns out that after a week they were still firm and crisp, and I couldn't let them all go to waste. Even though preparing them for cooking seems like you're letting them all go to waste, really, you throw so much away. But it was worth the effort and then some.
I'd always just steamed artichokes whole, thinking artichokes were all about the leaves, tiny bites off the leaves on your way to the heart. But the stem's delicious too, and if you prepare them this way, your very first bite can be tender stem followed by glorious heart. So try this, please; you'll be delighted with the results. If you're lucky enough to have a husband who makes aioli, so much the better.
4-6 artichokes
juice of 1 large lemon
4 tbsp white wine
4 sprigs of thyme
olive oil, salt, and pepper
First, prepare the artichokes: snap off several layers of outer leaves. Trim just the end off the stem and slice the top third off the artichoke. Cut each artichoke into sixths and remove the fuzzy chokes with a paring knife. As you work, put the trimmed pieces in a large bowl of water and lemon juice.
Preheat oven to 400. Lightly oil a large baking dish. Drain the artichokes, pat them dry, and place them in a single layer in the baking dish. Toss with enough oil to moisten well, season with salt and pepper, and add the wine and thyme. Cover the baking dish with a layer of waxed paper, then with foil. Bake for 35 minutes, then uncover and bake an additional 20 minutes, or until artichokes are crisp around the edges and starting to brown. Serve warm or at room temperature.
I'd always just steamed artichokes whole, thinking artichokes were all about the leaves, tiny bites off the leaves on your way to the heart. But the stem's delicious too, and if you prepare them this way, your very first bite can be tender stem followed by glorious heart. So try this, please; you'll be delighted with the results. If you're lucky enough to have a husband who makes aioli, so much the better.
4-6 artichokes
juice of 1 large lemon
4 tbsp white wine
4 sprigs of thyme
olive oil, salt, and pepper
First, prepare the artichokes: snap off several layers of outer leaves. Trim just the end off the stem and slice the top third off the artichoke. Cut each artichoke into sixths and remove the fuzzy chokes with a paring knife. As you work, put the trimmed pieces in a large bowl of water and lemon juice.
Preheat oven to 400. Lightly oil a large baking dish. Drain the artichokes, pat them dry, and place them in a single layer in the baking dish. Toss with enough oil to moisten well, season with salt and pepper, and add the wine and thyme. Cover the baking dish with a layer of waxed paper, then with foil. Bake for 35 minutes, then uncover and bake an additional 20 minutes, or until artichokes are crisp around the edges and starting to brown. Serve warm or at room temperature.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Ben's Essay about Cashews
I was wearing one of my old Berkeley summer sessions t-shirts today--my bit of schwag from teaching there--and when Ben commented on it ("Nice shirt, Mama!") we got into a brief conversation about my past life as a teacher. Mostly, he's fascinated by the idea of kids living in the place where they go to school (and a little worried about it, too). But for the first time in the hundreds of times he's heard me use the word essay, he asked what an essay is. An essay is a piece of writing that tells people what you think about something, I said. Now, my own students never quite understood it so well, but this is the essay Ben dictated to me:
Cashews
You can eat them. They taste like salt. Maybe they have salt sprinkled on top of them, like saltines do. When you eat them, they're not there any more.
Cashews
You can eat them. They taste like salt. Maybe they have salt sprinkled on top of them, like saltines do. When you eat them, they're not there any more.
Monday, July 17, 2006
My other bookish boy
At 14 months, Eli is coming around to reading later than other members of the family, but lately he's been asking us to read to him, too. He'll pick up a book, crawl over with the book clutched in one hand, clamber headfirst into a lap, and hand over the book. At first, I thought it was a funny coincidence that he always handed over the book upside down, but no matter how many times I turn the book right side up, he always turns it back upside down. So now I read to him that way. This must suit his precocious brain development in some way I don't understand. Or so I like to think.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Ricotta Cheese
There was no reason at all to make ricotta cheese this weekend. Most of the family doesn't even like it. But there was a back-of-the-book recipe in Gourmet recently, and it got me reminiscing about Tony's and my glorious trip to Italy, the summer between our marriage and my first pregnancy. We travelled with good friends, gorging on art and wine and food.
In Bologna, we ate in a small restaurant that was dominated by a dark wood, marble-topped hutch. It held bowls of beautiful antipasti: roasted peppers, olives, ricotta cheese, and more. The waiter brought us a selection while we waited for our entrees, and we ate the sweet, creamy ricotta by the spoonful. It was unlike anything I'd ever had before; as similar to American grocery store ricotta as clotted cream is to Dannon yogurt .
So I had to see if making it at home was a) as simple as advertised ("Got 5 minutes?" is the Gourmet headline) and 2) as delicious as the Bologna ricotta.
Simple, yes, though it takes more than 5 minutes. Maybe 10. As delicious? Well, the Bologna ricotta had a whole lot of atmosphere going for it that we can't really reproduce here, but it's pretty darn good. We ate it with grilled vegetables for dinner. I think tomorrow I'll grill some peaches, and serve the ricotta on those with a drizzle of maple syrup. It's not cheap to make; I used Strauss (a local dairy) organic milk and cream, so my half pound of cheese probably cost $10. To compensate for that, I did not discard the milky liquid that I strained off the curds. I figure it's basically a rather thin buttermilk, and I'll turn it into a few loaves of bread or biscuits or something. I'm cheap that way.
Since embarking on this recipe, I've found a couple more; one in Suzanne Dunaway's (a great cookbook for bread and random tasty accompaniments), one over here. I'm curious to try these different recipes and compare them to what I did (particularly Dunaway's, since she calls for yogurt -- a staple in my house-- instead of cream or buttermilk). The one fussy bit of equipment you need is some cheesecloth, though probably you could make do with a well-loved dishtowel.
The recipe:
2 quarts whole milk
1 c cream
1/2 tsp salt
3 tbsp lemon juice (I just used the juice of one lemon)
Line a large sieve with a layer of cheesecloth and place it over a large bowl.
Bring the milk, cream, and salt to a boil in a heavy pot over moderate heat, stirring occasionally to prevent scorching. The milk can go from nearly-boiling to boiling over very quickly, so don't totally ignore it. Add the lemon juice and reduce heat to low and simmer, stirring constantly, until the mixture curdles. This only takes 2 or 3 minutes, but mine didn't seem quite curdled enough at that point, so I simmered it for 4 or 5 minutes longer.
Now, pour the hot milk mixture into the lined sieve and let it drain for an hour. Serve as is, or cover and refrigerate.
In Bologna, we ate in a small restaurant that was dominated by a dark wood, marble-topped hutch. It held bowls of beautiful antipasti: roasted peppers, olives, ricotta cheese, and more. The waiter brought us a selection while we waited for our entrees, and we ate the sweet, creamy ricotta by the spoonful. It was unlike anything I'd ever had before; as similar to American grocery store ricotta as clotted cream is to Dannon yogurt .
So I had to see if making it at home was a) as simple as advertised ("Got 5 minutes?" is the Gourmet headline) and 2) as delicious as the Bologna ricotta.
Simple, yes, though it takes more than 5 minutes. Maybe 10. As delicious? Well, the Bologna ricotta had a whole lot of atmosphere going for it that we can't really reproduce here, but it's pretty darn good. We ate it with grilled vegetables for dinner. I think tomorrow I'll grill some peaches, and serve the ricotta on those with a drizzle of maple syrup. It's not cheap to make; I used Strauss (a local dairy) organic milk and cream, so my half pound of cheese probably cost $10. To compensate for that, I did not discard the milky liquid that I strained off the curds. I figure it's basically a rather thin buttermilk, and I'll turn it into a few loaves of bread or biscuits or something. I'm cheap that way.
Since embarking on this recipe, I've found a couple more; one in Suzanne Dunaway's (a great cookbook for bread and random tasty accompaniments), one over here. I'm curious to try these different recipes and compare them to what I did (particularly Dunaway's, since she calls for yogurt -- a staple in my house-- instead of cream or buttermilk). The one fussy bit of equipment you need is some cheesecloth, though probably you could make do with a well-loved dishtowel.
The recipe:
2 quarts whole milk
1 c cream
1/2 tsp salt
3 tbsp lemon juice (I just used the juice of one lemon)
Line a large sieve with a layer of cheesecloth and place it over a large bowl.
Bring the milk, cream, and salt to a boil in a heavy pot over moderate heat, stirring occasionally to prevent scorching. The milk can go from nearly-boiling to boiling over very quickly, so don't totally ignore it. Add the lemon juice and reduce heat to low and simmer, stirring constantly, until the mixture curdles. This only takes 2 or 3 minutes, but mine didn't seem quite curdled enough at that point, so I simmered it for 4 or 5 minutes longer.
Now, pour the hot milk mixture into the lined sieve and let it drain for an hour. Serve as is, or cover and refrigerate.
My bookish boy
It's still light out at Ben's bedtime these days, so the deal is that after I read him one book, he can read in bed a little bit. I'm always curious, when I check on him on my way to bed, to see what he's fallen asleep with. Lately, it's been his picture encyclopedia; he's interested in the planets, can name them in their proper order, tell you which one's a gas planet, etc. Meanwhile, I'm thinking, gas planet? did they know that there were gas planets in the 70s? because that's certainly not something I picked up in elementary school.
Tonight, I could barely see Ben in his bed for all the books he had stacked up next to him. Books we haven't read in ages, like Margaret Wise Brown's ; Who Am I? and , his riddle flap books; ; Bob the Builder: Scoop; all his Dan Zanes cd cases (which are nice little picture books themselves); and . I wanted to scoop them out from under his arm, but I hesitated. Maybe he's absorbing some information while he sleeps. Maybe he'll surprise me in the morning with some new riddles.
Tonight, I could barely see Ben in his bed for all the books he had stacked up next to him. Books we haven't read in ages, like Margaret Wise Brown's ; Who Am I? and , his riddle flap books; ; Bob the Builder: Scoop; all his Dan Zanes cd cases (which are nice little picture books themselves); and . I wanted to scoop them out from under his arm, but I hesitated. Maybe he's absorbing some information while he sleeps. Maybe he'll surprise me in the morning with some new riddles.
Quick and Biscuity Breadsticks
I saw this recipe in Gourmet, where it's trumpeted as a good option for the yeast-averse. That doesn't describe me in the least, but the prospect of something so quick and bready for dinner is always appealing. I had the breadsticks assembled in less time than it took the oven to preheat, and it was about 45 minutes from getting the recipe out to putting the finished product on the table. And they're tasty. They're really biscuits in the shape of breadsticks, though, and while they're very tasty, I guess I'm not southern enough to want biscuits for dinner very often. Happily, it occurred to me to sprinkle half of them with sugar & cinnamon; those were delicious reheated for breakfast this morning.
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
3/4 stick (6 tablespoons) unsalted butter, melted and cooled
2 large eggs, each in a separate bowl, lightly beaten
1 cup sour cream (I used plain yogurt)
2 tbsp toasted sesame seeds
2 tbsp sugar & cinnamon (optional)
Put oven racks in upper and lower thirds of oven and preheat oven to 450°F.
Whisk together flour, baking powder, salt, and baking soda in a large bowl. Whisk together butter, 1 egg, and sour cream in another bowl, then add to flour mixture and stir with a fork until a dough just begins to form (dough will be very moist).
Turn dough out onto a well-floured surface and knead gently 6 times. Pat out dough on a floured surface with floured hands, reflouring surface if necessary, and form into a 12-inch-long log.
Cut dough into 16 equal pieces. Roll each piece into an 8-inch-long rope using well-floured hands, then fold rope loosely in half and twist it once, holding both ends of twist.
Arrange twists 2 inches apart on 2 ungreased large baking sheets, pressing ends against baking sheet to prevent unraveling.
Brush tops of twists with remaining egg and sprinkle generously with sesame seeds or sugar & cinnamon. Bake until golden, 12 to 15 minutes. Transfer twists to metal racks and cool completely.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
The Quilts of Gee's Bend
If you're anywhere near San Francisco between now and the end of the year, get yourself over to the deYoung Museum to see the exhibit of quilts made by the women of Gee's Bend, Alabama. These quilts just knocked me out. I've always thought quilts are beautiful and interesting. I like the combination of utility and art; I like thinking about the community of women making the quilt, sitting around stitching (and also, in this case, singing) together; I like the combination of individuality (each quilt is unique) and the fact that when a woman sits down to quilt, she can use, refer to, or improvise from quilt patterns that stretch back generations. I don't know how to quilt, but it strikes me that it's a lot like cooking. Or writing. One of the quilters in the exhibit's accompanying film says, "That quilt would cook in my mind." I love that.