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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Scott's Amazing Orange Chicken

I really love to cook, and since I've been home for a few months on maternity leave, I've had a tendency to dominate the kitchen. It keeps me busy and away from unsavory behaviors. So it's not that my husband CAN'T cook, it's that I rarely let him.
But every once in a while he gets really excited about making something for me, and inevitably it turns out awesome.
Last night, he decided very adamantly that he would make Orange Chicken. It was his first attempt, but it came out better than anything I've ever ordered from a Chinese restaurant. 

Behold Scott's Awesome Orange Chicken!
The chicken was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, the sauce was tangy and salty and sweet in just the right amounts. It was so delicious, it shut Intolerable Steve up for a full 10 minutes, rendering him nearly tolerable in the process. And my husband was so very pleased with himself, he's allowed me to post his recipe.

  • 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts , chopped into bite sized pieces
  • 1 egg
  • 2 teaspoons salt 
  • 2 teaspoons of pepper 
  • oil (for frying)
  • 1/2 cup corn starch
  • 1/4 cup potato flour 

    Beat egg with 1 teaspoon of salt and 1 teaspoon of pepper. Dredge chicken in egg mixture.  Combine flours with remaining salt and pepper. Coat chicken pieces with flour mixture.
    Set aside.


    In a sauce pan, combine: 
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons of GF soy sauce 
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons of water
  • 5 tablespoons of sugar 
  • 5 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar
  • zest and juice from 2 large oranges

    Bring the sauce to a rolling boil, then reduce heat. Simmer uncovered while you fry the chicken.
    Shallow-fry the chicken in a deep skillet with about 2 inches of peanut oil in it. Oil should completely cover chicken pieces. Turn as necessary until all of chicken is golden brown. Remove from oil and drain on paper towels.
    Remove sauce from heat.
    Let chicken and Sauce rest for about 5 minutes. Sauce should be the consistency of pancake syrup.
    Put chicken in a seal-able container. (Scott used a large Tupperware bowl.) Pour all of sauce over chicken. Seal container, and shake until all chicken is evenly coated.
    Serve over rice with broccoli. Garnish with sliced ginger and orange.




    Voila! The sexiest chicken You've ever had.  Seriously.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Butter Rum Cake

It's starting to get cold again, and what's more, around here, there's been nothing but rain, rain, rain.
So when I invited guests over for dinner last night, I wanted to give them a dessert that would be all homey and warm and comforting, with some fall flavors.
And then, I noticed the bottle of Kraken Rum that Simone had left us after a long, soggy, holiday weekend of drinking and debauchery. Perfect!
I used it to make this cake, and it came out spectacularly. Rich and buttery, not too sweet, perfect with coffee.

Rum Cake an Pineapple. Yum!
You will need for the cake:
2 cups sugar
1 cup of softened butter
5 eggs
4 teaspoons of dark spiced rum
1 cup of white rice flour
1 cup of brown rice flour
2/3 cup of potato starch
1/3 cup of tapioca flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons xanthan gum
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1 cup milk
Heat oven to 350°F. Grease 12-cup Bundt® or 10-inch angel food cake (tube) pan; sprinkle with white rice flour. Set aside.
Sift together rice flours, tapioca flour, potato starch, baking powder, xanthan gum, and salt. Set aside.

Cream butter and rum in a large bowl. Beat in sugar. Beat in eggs one at a time. Sift in dry ingredients slowly, beating on medium speed and alternating with milk until all is well combined.

Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake for 50 to 60 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes.

While the cake is cooling, prepare the butter sauce:

Heat but DO NOT BOIL:
1 Cup Sugar
1/4 Cup Water
1/2 Cup Butter
3 tablespoons of dark spiced rum

when butter is melted and sauce is hot, remove from heat.
Prick cake with a long-tined fork. Pour warm sauce over cake.  Cool cake completely before removing from pan.

(The sauce makes a lot of sauce, and when I was pouring it over the cake, I could only do about half of it in one go. So you can wait for the cake to absorb the liquid and do another round, or you can cool the cake, turn it out, and pour the remainder on the top, so it's rummy all through. As you like.)

Oh yeah, and even though the cake is warm and autumnal, serving it up with some juicy pineapple is never a bad idea.

Enjoy!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Accidental Doughnuts

Bob Ross always says, "We don't make mistakes, we have happy accidents."
Today I had the happiest accident probably ever. I was attempting to make GF funnel cake, because we're bored, it's summer, and Scott and Simone said I probably couldn't do it.
And they were right. But it's ok!

I DID find a very easy recipe right away, with a quick google search, however, I didn't have all the right ingredients or ratios, so I kinda had to wing it. And the result? Light, sweet, puffy doughnuts. Crispy on the outside, cakey and melt-in-your-mouth on the inside, and crazy easy to make!

Here's how I modified the recipe above:

Dry Ingredients

(If you are NOT gluten sensitive, use 2 cups of all purpose flour and omit the xanthan gum.)

Wet Ingredients


You will also need a few cups of cooking oil. Peanut Oil is best, but if you have an allergy, I recommend corn or coconut oil. 

Place 2-3 inches of oil in a deep frying pan or wide, shallow pot.  Slowly heat up to medium heat.
While your oil is warming, combine all the dry ingredients and set aside.

Next, combine all the wet ingredients and whisk or beat until the eggs get slightly frothy.

Now sift the dry ingredients into the wet mixture, beating or whisking constantly.  Batter will be thick and sticky.

When your batter is thoroughly combined, test your oil with a small drop of batter. The drop should solidify and float to the top of the oil.

When the oil is hot enough, drop rounded tablespoons of batter into the oil. Cook for a few minutes until edged turn golden, then turn doughnuts and cook until golden all around. 

Remove from the oil and place on a wire rack. While the doughnuts are still hot, dust the tops with cinnamon and sugar.

This is the base recipe for a very versatile doughnut. I just dusted mine with the cinnamon-sugar, and we ate them like that. Scott thinks they would be even better with some cream-cheese icing to dip them in. I think they would also be scrumptious with an orange or lemon glaze, or you could sexy them up and dip the top half in chocolate, or fancy them up with some spun caramel.

You could also play around with piping them into some different shapes.  I played around with shapes a bit, but Scott and Intolerable Steve determined that they like them best in a rough-ball shape, like hush-puppies. They also preferred them slightly under-done and still a wee bit gooey in the center. But that's a personal thing.

But they were super easy and fun to make, and only took about 20 minutes, so if you want an easy and impressive breakfast... Yeah buddy.




Thursday, August 11, 2011

Papoose Calzone

Today, my husband invited a friend over to hang out and watch football. Football, as it often does, corresponded with dinner time, and I thought I'd be a good hostess and actually cook. I haven't been doing much of that since our daughter was born. Scott and I were mostly living on leftovers of things people made for us, take-out sushi, and cereal. And I couldn't, in good conscience, feed a guest cereal. Maybe if the guest was Intolerable Steve. But it wasn't.
So I was looking around, trying to think what to make, and I was looking at my daughter all wrapped up in her blanket, and I thought she looked really cute, like a papoose.
And that made me think about things wrapped up like papooses. And that made me think about foods wrapped up like papooses. And a calzone looks a lot like a papoose, sort of. And I had some mozzarella and pepperoni in the fridge. So I was like, "Right on, Papoose," to Ivy, and then I made this:

Calzone Dough

In a large mixing bowl, combine:

3/4 cup brown rice flour
1/4 cup potato flour
1 cup garbanzo bean flour 
3/4 cup cornstarch  
3/4 cup potato starch  
1/2 cup tapioca flour  
1/2 cup sorghum flour  
2 1/2 tablespoons xanthan gum  
2 1/2 teaspoons granulated sugar  
1/2 teaspoon salt  

It's a lot of different flours, which is what makes this recipe such a bitch. But it turns out SOOOO good. Trust me.


Ok, now in a bread machine, put 2 cups of warm water and 1 tbsp of olive oil.
On top of that, add the flour mixture. On top of that, add 1 package active dry yeast. 

Set the bread machine to "dough" setting, and press go. 
You might need to watch it and push the dough down a few times as it mixes.

(If you do not have a bread machine, I'm pretty sure you can combine everything in a mixing bowl and just mix it by hand, or if you have one of those fancy mixers with hooks. Which I don't, so I don't know for sure. Because I do have a bread machine. If you don't, try it some other way and let me know how that goes.)

After the first kneading cycle, take the dough out and combine it into a ball. (I suggest flouring your hands and a bowl for this step. The dough is very sticky initially.) 

Next, roll out the dough on a floured surface until it is about as thick as your pinky.

Spread the rolled-out dough with a very thin, even layer of softened unsalted butter.  Roll the dough up jelly-roll style, fold into thirds, and then pat back into a ball shape, but do not knead it! You want to maintain the thin layers of butter throughout the pastry.  

Put the ball back into the bread machine with the lid closed to rise.  
Bread machines are different, so be familiar with your machine's settings. 
Mine raises dough for an hour and then has a final knead cycle, so I left my dough-ball in the machine to rise for about 45 minutes and pulled it out before the last knead cycle. 

Divide the raised dough in half and shape into 2 balls. Set one aside. 

Roll out first ball on a floured surface to a large circle about as thick as your pinky. 
This is your calzone shell. Fill it with yummy stuff!

I happened to have, in my fridge, courtesy of Bean, some pepperoni, fresh basil, and fresh mozzarella cheese. So I just chopped that stuff up and tossed it with a teeny bit of olive oil and black pepper. It was very delicious.

Lay the filling on one half of the calzone dough, leaving a half-inch edge. Then, fold over the top and roll up the edge, pinch-pressing to seal it. 

Bake in an oven pre-heated to 500 degrees on an olive-oiled baking sheet (or baking stone) for 25 minutes, or until the top is golden. 

Let rest for a few minutes before serving, so you don't burn everybody with molten cheese. 

I served mine with a quick marinara sauce I made from 8 oz of crushed tomato, half a teaspoon of garlic powder, a teaspoon of onion powder, a teaspoon of butter, a pinch of parsley, a pinch of red pepper and salt, black pepper, and Parmesan cheese to taste. 


It went over hugely well, both with Husband and Guest, and I felt it was well worth the pain-in-the-assery it took to make it.


I think this will be the dough we use from now on for pizza as well. I'd like to try a deep-dish style with it, maybe throw some goat cheese and sun-dried tomato on there... mmm.... goat cheese....

This is what Ivy looks like in her blanket, all papoosed-up.





Wednesday, June 29, 2011

it is best to be dubious of rock stars, and other mysterious happenings‏

I'm having an off week. I managed to delete myself from this very blog, for instance, and I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW. What's the opposite of a technological genius? That's me. Situations like this are exactly why I have not yet completed my *teleportation device. (*This is not related to my time travel device, as I have put those plans on indefinite hold based on some really terrible time traveling nightmares/possible future real life circumstances.)

And just now, I microwaved my dinner FOUR TIMES and kept forgetting to eat it. (Actually, it's sitting beside me right now. I never ate it. Now I am doubting the nutritional value of 4x microwaved food. Should I even bother?)

Other than this questionable microwaved heap of chili relleno, I have not been cooking much. So this post isn't going to have a recipe. I'm telling you now, in case you have other things to do.

Moving on with the general mystery!

This week, I applied to this job at an organic grocery store, and I got a reply from Jim Morrison. I looked up his number through reverse phone lookup and it said he was located in Santa Monica even though this job was in Raleigh. Now, I know what you are thinking. A "Jim Morrison" and a long distance phone number?! That is a red flag for spam! But what I thought was - JIM MORRISON'S GHOST IS CONTACTING ME FOR A LEGIT JOB! I left a message on his voicemail, which, by the by, featured a speaking voice which could definitely translate to Jim Morrison's singing voice.

Then today, I received received several text messages from a mysterious cell number that I did not recognize. Because I forget stuff, and people, and details, ALL THE TIME. I reverse-phone-number looked it up in the white pages, but all the white pages told me was that it was local, which doesn't help, because probably I've forgotten a lot of things/people locally as well as internationally.

Mysterious Text: Are you OK? haven't heard from you in a while, hope you are doing well :)
(My Internal Dialogue: "Crap, what have I done to make people think I'm not okay? and... oh man, this person is SO NICE, they hope I am doing well. with a smiley face! what kind of person am I to not remember whose number this is?!")

My Actual Reply: All is well... Who is this? I don't have this number saved, which is prolly why you haven't heard from me.

Mysterious Texter: It is your favorite friend in North Carolina you poo poo head!
(My Internal Dialogue: "Clearly this IS my friend because only my most Favorite friends would call me a poo poo head!" Then I felt worse about forgetting.)

My Actual Reply: That is probably true based on the fact that you just called me a poohead.

Mysterious Texter: Its Vicki Lynne you douche that says alot you weinie

(This is where I got really confused. Because I know a VickY who is very particular about the spelling of her name, but this "Vickie" didn't even mention bourbon once, and VickY always does cause she's a classy classy lady. And I know a Lynn who changed her name to Lynae. But I don't know a Vickie Lynn. I don't think. Even though she appears to be my favorite. So instead I decided to change the subject.)

Me: I love refreshing insults in the morning! Mm.

Vicki Lynne: WTF I am offended you didn't know it was me!

Me: It IS a shame how I don't have a photographic memory. I am disappointed in that ALL the time.
............................................................
I didn't hear from Vicki Lynne again, which is sad since she is my favorite person in North Carolina.

And Jim Morrison never called me back.

..............
**update: Jim Morrison emailed me back.
**And Vickie Lynne texted again. But I ignored her. She seems difficult.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Bread Update! At Last!

So... Long time no post. Welllll, we're busy, and also lazy. But mostly busy. Because before you can post a recipe, you have to invent it, and then test it out, and then tweak it a bunch until it is right. So we've been doing a lot of testing. Remember my bread quest? I've made some head-way on that.

We decided to start out with some pre-packaged mixes, and see how far we got with those. The first one we tried was Pamela's Bread Mix, on the recommendation of a friend.


And It came out pretty good. It had a nice, fluffy texture like a hearty wheat or wholegrain bread. My husband, who is not GF, really liked this bread a bunch, but I found the flavor a little bit too yeasty. It was good, especially for deli sandwiches, but for more delicately flavored things like PB&J or French Toast, or even buttered breakfast toast, it had a pleasant, but not always desirable aftertaste of beer, and the older the bread got the stronger the yeast taste.
I'll still use this mix though, any time I want a heartier bread, especially in the winter to have with soups and stuff.
But I'm not on a quest for good bread. I'm on a quest for THE BEST BREAD! So we moved on to Gluten Free Pantry's French Bread and Pizza Mix.

Gluten Free Pantry is a product made by Glutino, a company I have mixed feelings about. In my area, they've pretty much cornered the market on GF products. And a lot of them are decent, and some of them are very good. But there are also a lot of products that are sub-par substitutions for traditional glutinous foods, where the finished product doesn't taste like what it is supposed to be substituting, nor does it necessarily taste very good, but a lot of time and resources went into making it and somewhere along the the line, someone decided, "Well, it's as good as we're going to get it," and left it at that, and then slapped a $7.00 price tag on a yucky substitution food that normally costs $2.50 and is much more delicious. All that to say, I was skeptical of Gluten Free Pantry. But for the sake of science, we got the Sandwich Bread Mix, and the French Bread and Pizza Mix, cause I was jonesing hard for a half-way decent pizza. The Sandwich Bread Mix was about what I expected. Not much of a flavor, the texture was ok, but didn't hold up after the first day. But the French Bread mix turned out to be something we could work with.
To be successful with this bread though, you need to do a few things. 1) do NOT expect French Bread, or anything remotely like it. But if you want a light, fluffy sandwich bread, or a really good pizza dough,  you can achieve it.
2) The box comes with instructions, and we followed those at first, and then we started playing around to see if we could make it better, and guess what!? We did. So after about 10 different trials and combinations, I'm going to tell you how to get the best bread.

Combine:
1cup of luke-warm water
3/4 cup warm milk
1/3 cup melted butter

Combine:
2 tsp cider vinegar
1 tbsp sugar
1 tsp salt
2 eggs plus one egg white
(all beaten together)

Pour both liquid mixtures into bread machine. Empty entire bag of French bread mix on top of the liquids. Empty enclosed package of yeast on top of mix.
Set bread machine to French Bread, Light settings, then press start and let it do it's thing.

This bread is truly yummy. Nice, buttery flavor, fluffy texture, slices well, toasts nicely, keeps for a couple of days. My biggest problem with this bread is it is a pain in the ass to make. Even with the bread machine. With all the warming and melting and egg separation, the prep time is around 30 minutes, and then it is another 4.5 hours to bake.


Still, That's a fine lookin' sandwich, no? 

You want to know what is on that sandwich, don't you. You see bacon, and you're like, "Ohh damn, what deliciousness is that!?" Alright, I tell you. It's my breakfast special.

You will need:
3 strips of thick cut maple cured bacon
1 large egg
2 thick slices of NY extra sharp cheddar cheese
2 normal (grocery store bread) sized slices of the delicious bread you just made
a little bit of butter
a little bit of salt and pepper
some hot sauce.

Heat a griddle to 375 degrees. Use one side to fry up your bacon.
Put the bacon on some paper towels
Crack your egg right into the bacon-greased griddle, salt n peppa it up.
Flip your egg. If you think yoke is gross, cook it all the way, but if you want the best sandwich ever, cook your egg over-easy so it is still a little yokey. Be careful not to break the yoke.
While your egg is cooking, melt a little butter on the clean side of your griddle, and put both slices of bread face-down in the butter.
On one piece of bread, melt your slices of cheese. (Said 2 slices because I need 2 side by side to cover my bread, but I guess it depends on how big your cheese comes. You basically just want on side of the bread totally covered by cheese.
When your egg is cooked to your liking and your cheese is melty, put the egg on top of the cheese bread, with the yoke side up.
Now put your bacon on top of your egg, and hot-sauce it to your satisfaction, and then put the top piece of bread on and serve.
Right before you eat it, smush your sandwich down to break the egg. This bread will totally hold up to smushing AND yoking, as you can see by the three bites already taken in the above picture. Sandwich intact? Oh yes!

Add a cup of coffee (I take mine with honey and cream) and you have yourself a pretty perfect breakfast.

So, my next goal is to make bread that is just as good as this bread, but does not require a box, OR 5 hours. It is a steep challenge, but I think I am up to it.

In the meantime, now that I DO have a good sandwich bread, I'll try and get Noelle to post some of her more bangin' sandwich creations. It will help if you bribe her with empty promises.

No really, it will.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Shameless Plug For My Own Profit

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See how I did that, and made a little rhyme for you? That's poetry for Love.

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Friday, May 20, 2011

Disaster! Goes well with Comfort Food.

Now, I know by this time I've mentioned my propensity for plagues and being in the middle of disasters.

Best friends?

Optimism: It doesn't always end well.


The thing is, because I ALSO have a plethora of unbelievable good luck that is directly proportional to my bad luck, I remain fairly optimistic about Things In General.


Me, Observing Things In General.

But enough of optimism, let's talk humiliation! I know that's why you're really here.

It all starts when I was 17 - bright eyed and living at home, commuting to big college nearby. This college of gifted musical students decided to form a drum corps. Drum corps, as you might assume, are primarily composed of several drum players. Not to be put off by the fact that I do not, in fact, play a drum, I auditioned and was assigned to the marimba. (The marimba, if you do not know, is like a ginormous xylophone. It weighs several hundred pounds - that part is important - and you hit it with mallets to produce melodious, deep bell-like tones.)

There were about 30 of us, and because this was the first semester, it was being haphazardly and optimistically run by a student. So no, we were not organized. We ran through some short practice songs and exercises throughout the first few months, but mostly we all just punched our respective rhythms/tones with our banging implements of choice. The drum corps leader - his name was Opie, for real, I have to tell you that because FOR REAL, and also, he was very nice. Wait, what was I saying? Oh yes. Opie decided that we should be in a competition, even though technically, we had not really learned a whole song together yet. (I told you he was optimistic, bless his heart.)

I am dubious about competition. Also, see "team spirit". But the point of college and new experiences is to learn and grow, right? Sure. So we practiced. We practiced and practiced. But students being led by students leads to half-assery. Time went by, the competition grew closer, and yet - we had not run through the song ONCE without having to stop. I became nervous. I started dropping hints like "Wow, are we really ready for this? Maybe we should wait til next semester..." and other such sensible things. Opie would have none of it, because he believed in us and our untapped potential. Sweet, foolish man.
Opie = as represented by Hopeful Puppy

Finally, it was a week 'til the competition. Still, the drum corps had not gotten through the song once. Not ONCE. As the marimba, I played the bass line with an Eeyore resignation. I explained to Opie that I could not compete, my reasoning along the lines of "because this is the worst idea ever." And then I pulled off my Nervous Cloak of Emotions and relaxed at the whole business being over. Or so I thought!

The next week, I was sleeping in on an idyllic Saturday morning when my mother shook me awake around 8 to tell me that "some kids had left several voice messages for me", because this was in the olden days, when we still used answering machines and not those newfangled cell phones. I had explained the whole situation to my parents, but Momma made a speech along the lines of "being responsible" and "team spirit" and "prior commitments", but I out-stubborned her (which is nearly impossible) because the thing is, I sense humiliation like those European pigs sense truffles. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep, thinking that was the end.

That was about the time that a caravan of college students pulled up in our driveway. I am pretty stubborn, but it turns out I can't outstubborn 30 drum corps members and an extremely insistent-on-responsibility mother. So like a kidnapee, I got in the van, which drove 3 hours to the competition. The whole time, the van crew looked at sheet music and repeated catchy slogans about how we were going to band together (musical pun, yay!) and how we had 2 hours to practice in a separate room before we even competed. I felt moderately better. Artistic people DO have moments of last minute genius, even without liquor.
= This could be me!!!

We pulled into the competition area, and I realized it was a high school. It was the BIGGEST HIGH SCHOOL IN THE WORLD!!! But seriously, it was pretty big. Parking was insane. I expected rock stars. Now is a good time to mention that I then found out we were the only college competing in this high school competition. (Embarrassed? Relieved? It was a lot of emotions to experience at once so I am not sure how to tell you what was happening.) We got to our private practice room, and we were four measures (that is about 15 seconds) into our song when someone popped in and said "You're up next!"

We walked down the hallway (was there a death march happening? It sounds like a death march in my memory.) The doors were closed to the competition area, so I could only hear what was clearly an awesome rendition to a cartoon medley (death march!!!). Then it was our turn.

Doors swung open to the unseen competition area. With effort, I pushed my arduous several-hundred-pound marimba (on wheels!) into the semi-darkness. ...it was a professional sized super fancy gym. Filled with bleachers. Filled with hundreds of people in auditorium seating. Hundreds of people. Also, there were video cameras everywhere. And a panel of judges. A PANEL. TO JUDGE ME.


Like this, but times 10!

But I have performed before. So okay. I can totally keep it together for 2 and a half minutes. Our pit is small, perhaps 5 people. Being the bass line, the marimba player starts and ends the song. So I started. Ding dong. And everything came together! For about 30 seconds. But then the 25 drummers clearly missed a hook, and kinda faded out. Not to worry. Using my most-angry-and-in-charge Teacher Face, I hissed to the drum corps leader and pit, "Measure 24. MEASURE 24!!!!!" The pit repeated the part, and maybe 3 drummers tried to start again. But faded out again. Okay. So then the pit repeated it a third time (I was hissing measure numbers this whole time) and we kept going. Five more seconds, and we got to the part of the song where the xylophone player had stopped memorizing. This is when I realized that it was just me and the vibraphone player. And at the moment of that realization, he stopped playing.

And we were 29 silent drum corps members, and me - playing the bass line, which has no real melody. Just me, the panel of judges, and the video cameras. After another false try to get the drum corps to start, I switched to the melody (which - haha! - I'd never played before), and ended with a fancy little trill that was absolutely not part of our song.

And dead silence.

Like, nothing.

*Visual depiction of what happened.

*Based on a true story, some artistic licensure used

I pulled my marimba behind me and ran - literally ran - remember how I said how heavy that marimba was? Yay adrenaline! - out of the auditorium to a few confused and scattered claps.

The horror!

I would not go back into the competition area where someone might recognize me as "That Marimba Player". So I sat by the van by hours. It wasn't all bad though. One of our fellow competitors was in character as part of the Blue Man Group, and he silently approached me like a fancy mime, bent down on his knee in elaborate proposal, and offered me some marshmallows.

Marshmallows don't fix everything, but they help a little. And now I comfort myself with the fact that this was before youtube. So there is always that.

........................................................................................................................................................

RECIPE:

When I think of comfort food, marshmallows, and humiliation, I think of Rice Krispy Treats. But to combat the humiliation, you can't just have plain-jane Rice Krispy Treats, you need to fancy those suckers up. Like this:


1/4 cup butter
1/2 cup crunchy peanut butter
4 cups miniature marshmallows
5 cups crisp rice cereal
2 cups of mini bittersweet chocolate chips

Optional: (For a REALLY Bad day. Like, Solo Marimba Bad)
Many toothpicks and assorted candies.

Melt butter in large sauce pan over low heat.
Add marshmallows and stir until melted and well-blended.
Cook 2 minutes longer, stirring constantly.
Remove from heat.
Add peanut butter and stir until thoroughly incorporated.

Add cereal and mini chips.
Stir until well coated.

Using buttered spatula or waxed paper, press mixture evenly and firmly in buttered pan.
Cut into fun shapes when cool, and decorate with assorted candy. Yay!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

WHY IS THIS EVEN A THING!?

 
In case you thought I was dead, I'm not. Just pregnant. And crabby. In that "Everyone is STUPID. I hate EVERYTHING!" way. And I didn't want to subject you to that abuse, gentle reader. 

But I feel compelled to subject you to this!:
 
http://www.cnn.com/2011/TECH/innovation/05/05/computer.kiss.device/index.html?hpt=T2

Because it is so weird, and SO gross, and so mystifying as to just, well, why??!

In the words of my esteemed colleague, Noelle:

 "That...I don't even... what?  Why.  Why?  Oo baby.  I'm gonna waggle your tongue with a straw. AGH.  I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID THAT!  I grossed myself out!  This is why robots don't make out.  Good grief, Japan.  Too far.  You have to blog about this.  Even though it hurts my erotic sensibilities."

And now I have, and you feel weird and gross too. And I feel better, because I'm mean like that.
You'll be OK though, I'll give you a recovery tip: eat something minty or stawberryish, and go find somebody you can kiss for for reals, and then kiss them. They will be surprised and happy, and you can both be grateful that nobody is waggling any body's tongue with a straw.  

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

but why?

So, you've heard from Molli, and how going gluten free was nothing less than a miracle for her. For those of you who know me, you know I am not gluten intolerant (I'm intolerant to wine sulfites, and pollen & dust, and assholes, but gluten seems to be okay.). And you're probably all, "What's your angle, missy!?" Good question. And thanks for not calling me "ma'am", which makes me think of little old ladies.

Anyways. My angle is that I'm interested in food. Real food, whole food. Food that nourishes the body and tantalizes the tastebuds. I believe food can be - should be - a conscious choice and an everyday pleasure, in a thoroughly sustainable way. Because my own preferences are for "Real Food" (which I might generally describe as hormone, antibiotic & preservative free that doesn't taste like "health food"), I experiment.

I'm fascinated by the possibilities of meal choices, and the alchemy of food - how combined textures make entirely new products. Food is something we must take into our bodies to survive, but instead of using food as an incredible tool, it's one of the most automatic actions most people perform.

I want to know WHY food is bought and sold and stored the way it is, where it comes from, how it traveled to my plate, and what effect it has on the body - no skewing necessary. I'd like the truth, please. Good intentions on the side.

Now, that's enough preachin'. ...all that talking has put me in the mood for a long walk and a picnic. Here's a recipe for a delightful cold picnic salad.

Not-Potato Picnic Salad

You need:
a carton of grape or cherry tomatoes, sliced in half
1 can shoepeg corn, drained
1 can black beans, drained
2 tablespoons cilantro (washed & chopped)
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 tablespoons olive oil
salt & pepper to taste

Mix all in big bowl. The end. (I KNOW! SO EASY! And delicious. This actually tastes better after sitting a day too.)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Pie is what's happening now

You are probably like, but why didn't you post in March? And the thing is - well. I didn't feel like it. There ya go. See, I am out of fancy excuses. (I mean, I have some saved up for emergencies, but I can't embellish everything I want to because it turns out that strains my credibility.)

So here is what up. I have been sick, but I've written enough about plagues for right now. Bored. So bored. In much more exciting news, I have a new p/t gig involving tasty drinks and delicious sweet & savory pies. I know. I know you are jealous. Probably you should come see me, and I will make you a fancy drink and hand you a piece of (chock full of love and fruit and sugar) pie, and you will probably get a little tear in your eye.

So because pie seems to be the theme of my life right now, here is a recipe for one of my favorite pies. And coincidentally, it is the easiest pie to make ever with hardly any ingredients, perfect for lazy spring afternoons.

Key Lime Pie
Filling
4 egg yolks
1 14 oz can of condensed milk
1/2 cup key lime juice (about 3-4 key limes, squeezed)

Optional Topping
1 cup whipping cream
2 tablespoons sugar

Crust
*1 cup gluten free graham crackers, smashed
1 tablespoons sugar
4-5 tablespoons butter

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

For the crust, mash all your ingredients together. You want the texture to be viscous and sticky so you can mash it to the pan in a crust that will hold together. (These ingredient amounts are flexible - I like a slightly less sweet crust, so you may like more sugar. Add more butter if the mixture isn't sticking together, or more graham crackers if the mixture is too runny.)
Bake crust for 10 minutes (keep an eye on it so it doesn't burn) and let the crust cool.

For the filling, mix yolks, condensed milk, and key lime juice. Whisk together (mixture will thicken a bit). Pour mixture into cooled pie crust and bake 15 minutes (the filling will set even more as it cools).

For the optional topping, use an electronic mixer to whip cream and sugar. The longer you whip the mixture, the fluffier it will get. You can layer it on the whole pie once it cools, or dollop it on individual slices.

*If you can't find gf graham crackers, this recipe is pretty good. Or if you don't want a graham cracker crust, Molli's staple gf pie crust is a winner.

When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmm, boy. - Jack Handey

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Excuses, Excuses, Excuses. And a Teeny Bit of Education

Here is a Picture of a sleeping puppy to cheer you up if you're sick too.

So while Noelle was down and out with her host of illnesses (that girl has more plagues than the Bible!) I've been out of sorts myself with allergies. Or poisoning. Depending on how you want to look at it.

As you may have noticed, the hugest chunk of this blog has been devoted to gluten-free cooking, but we haven't really gotten into WHY we're so focused on gluten-free. Some people are familiar with Celiac Disease because they live with it, or someone who does. Other people have no idea what gluten even is, let alone what it has to do with Celiac Disease, and most people don't know that you can have a gluten allergy that will seriously fuck up your whole life, but NOT have Celiac disease. So here is a tidy bundle of information for you, with helpful links, and a little background on why we do this blog and why GF cooking is important to us.

GLUTEN: What even is that, and why is it in my food!?
Don't worry! It isn't as evil as it can sometimes sound. In fact, if you are not allergic to it, gluten is a wonderful thing. It is an all natural protein composite that is found in some grains, mainly Wheat, Barley, and Rye. What makes it great it is that it acts as a bonding agent. You know that doughy, chewy texture that artisan breads and pizza dough and soft pretzels have? That comes from gluten. The light, springy texture of rich, moist, cake? That's gluten too. Believe me, I am a HUGE fan of gluten.

Unfortunately, my body is not. And increasingly more people are finding that they have a similar problem. The most common illness associated with gluten is Celiac-spru, and it is a nasty, horrible thing.

CELIAC DISEASE: or Coeliac Disease, is a genetic autoimmune disease of the small intestine. People with Celiac can't digest gluten. When their bodies try, it triggers an antibiotic reaction that, in layman's terms, turns them against their own gut. The symptoms range through all sorts of abdominal pain and discomforts, but even worse, celiac prevents the body from absorbing nutrients from other foods, which can lead to malnutrition and all the associated symptoms of that.
GLUTEN-SENSITIVE ENTEROPATHY: Recently, some doctors are expanding the diagnosis of Celiac Disease to Gluten-sensitive enteropathy, sometimes simply Gluten Sensitivity, or Gluten Intolerance. See, there are some people who have the gene that makes their bodies hate gluten more than anything, but they don't have the classic abdominal symptoms associated with Celiac-spru. These individuals can go undiagnosed for most of their lifetime, and often have a host of seemingly unrelated illnesses and symptoms that can be misdiagnosed and mistreated. I personally dislike the term "gluten sensitive" for these people, as it makes it sound wimpy and whiny, like, "Oh! I'm sensitive to gluten! It makes me uncomfortable!" I feel that "gluten intolerant" is a MUCH better word, because when you have it, your body will not tolerate gluten, and it will turn against you in every conceivable way if you try and force it. I know this because I am gluten intolerant.

PERSONAL STORY TIME!
Alright, I'm going to try to do this with the barest minimum of complaining and self-pity. I was a difficult child. Extremely difficult. I cried constantly, had outrageously high levels of anxiety and a near pathological shyness from the ages of 2 to 13. I was prone to illness and migraines in particular.
When I hit puberty, the shyness and anxiety were more come and go, but new issues kept coming up. By the time I was 29, I had been to Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Neurologists, Endocrinologists, OBGYNs (about 8 or so) Nutritionists, Acupuncturists, and a variety of holistic healers. I had been institutionalized on mental health wards twice, enrolled in sleep studies, had CAT scans and MRIs and vials of blood drawn. At various points in my life had been diagnosed with or treated for Depression, Manic Depression, Narcolepsy, Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome, Keratoconus, and Insulin Resistance, and suspected of having (but could not be confirmed with) Autism, Borderline Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Hyperthyroidism, Hypothyroidism, Hashimoto's Disease, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Arthritis, Lymes Disease, Fibromyalgia and Type 2 Diabetes.

Over the years, in addition to migraines, I developed tons of weird symptoms that would come and go. Depression, Anxiety, sleep disorders (sometimes insomnia, up to 6 days awake, at other times overwhelming sleepiness, where I could not stay awake for more than a few hours at a time) nightmares, hallucinations, irregular periods, periods of extended, heavy bleeding, violent and erratic mood swings, manic periods, blackouts, extreme memory loss, inflammation of all my connective tissue, psychotic episodes, hirtsuism, anemia, and hypo-glycemia. I was overweight and couldn't loss it despite diets and exercise regimens. I was in chronic and sometimes debilitating pain. I was quite often mad as a march hair.  I was told repeatedly I could never have children.

I was prescribed depressants, anti-depressants, stimulants, anti-psychotics, vitamins, drugs to control my insulin, anti-anxiety medications, sleeping pills, stay-awake pills, and hormones.
Some things never worked. Some things worked for a little while, then stopped working. Some things worked, stopped working, then starting making me sicker, and some things had immediate and extreme adverse reactions.

I thought I might never get better. I coped with a lot of drinking, a lot of drugs, writing, and a fairly self-destructive lifestyle that I hoped would simultaneously distract me and put me out of my misery more quickly.

When I was 29, I got sick again. But this time, I got really sick. Too sick to function, sick. It was as if all of my body systems were shutting down, one after another. The physical pain was constant and horrible, and my mental acuity and stability deteriorated to such a point that I didn't feel like I ever had thoughts anymore, just overpowering surges of extreme and volatile emotions that I had no understanding of or control over. It was pretty much the worst. And then I got very, very, VERY lucky. My step-dad was having some issues of his own that led him to the office of Dr. Chris Caffery. When he told Dr. Chris about me, Dr. Chris suspected gluten allergy, and thought he could help, and that's how I came to Functional Neurology Associates.

The crazy details of my long, long road to recovery is another story for another day, but the long and the short of it is, Dr. Chris finally and correctly diagnosed me with gluten intolerance. He put me on a gluten-free diet, then put me through a long rehab program to undo nearly 30 years worth of damage from gluten poisoning, and taking the wrong psychiatric medications. It took a year.

Now, about a year and a half later, I have no symptoms of ANYTHING except keratoconus (a genetic degeneration of the corneas that is probably unrelated). As long as I don't eat gluten, I feel good, my moods are stable, my head is clear, I have no pain, no swelling, no mental episodes of any sort, and the extra weight I'm carrying is because of the baby girl I will give birth to in July.

So now you know why being gluten-free is something I'm sort of passionate about. I don't know if you can imagine it, but turning 30 and feeling better than you ever have in your whole life is quite an intoxicating head-trip, and I want to keep it going as long as possible.

It isn't always easy. Last week I was traveling for a job interview, which had me in a hotel for 3 days. When you can't cook for yourself, it really doesn't matter how careful you are. I, like a LOT of gluten intolerant people, am incredibly sensitive. Cross-contamination can occur with something as simple as kissing my husband after he's eaten some glutenous bread. Needless to say, I can go out and order a salad, but if the chef or the server has touched bread or flour and then touched my food without washing his hands, I'm going to get sick. It sounds crazy and extreme, but it can and does happen. I've been cross-contaminated more than once at "Celiac Friendly" restaurants, and the effects are nearly immediate and severe. About 20 minutes to an hour after I eat something contaminated, my chest gets tight and I get really, really hot. Then the pain comes in, followed by emotional collapse (either extreme anger or tears, always unprompted and uncontrollable.) After that, hallucinations and vomiting. The pain, hallucinating, abdominal distress and emotional yuckiness will last anywhere from 3 days to 2 weeks, depending, I guess, on how much I ingested, and is often accompanied by migraines.

And now you know where I've been for a while, when I should have been writing. So I hope you learned a lot, or at least a little bit.

WARNING:  I guess in closing I just wanted to throw something out there. As with every dietary movement, there are some doctors, mostly the sort that will appear on morning talk shows, and there are a lot of people who are frustrated with being sick, or having unresolved mental issues, and they want to attribute these things to a gluten allergy, and change their life and their diet and everything.
I know that frustration, and that need to try EVERYTHING. But Gluten Intolerance isn't like Fibromyalgia or IBS, or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, which have become catch-alls for any collection of undiagnosable symptoms.

There is a genetic test that you can take to verify whether or not you have gluten intolerance. Self-diagnosis is dangerous stuff, so if you feel like you might have a gluten allergy, talk to your doctor and get the test done before you make radical changes in your diet. The test is on the expensive side,  but I promise you, it is nowhere NEAR the expense of a gluten-free lifestyle.
A gluten-free diet has saved and improved my life, but it is not a cure-all for everything. It is an expensive and at times extremely difficult way to live, and will impact not only your life but the lives of everyone you eat with.
Holidays, family picnics, travel, nearly everything you do sort of hinges upon what you can and cannot eat. So before you put yourself and your loved ones through that, get that test and make sure you have to!

And if it so happens that you or anyone you know does have to make that switch, well, at least you have a friendly, happy blog full of delicious recipes to turn to. Isn't that a comfort?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Thing About Plagues, or Weird things happen to Weird People

I have been horribly lax in writing, dear readers. I've been thinking about it, and just the other day, I logged in! But then I logged out. Logging in seemed enough at the time.

Also, I've been down with the plague. Some sort of plague.


I seem to always be on my way or recovering from some sort of exotic plague, but THIS IS THE LAST TIME. And I know I said that when I had strep throat and then caught scarlet fever, but everyone knows I was working through some prairie girl issues from my last lifetime, and now I'm done. Except I might try to bring bonnets back.

Anyways. Plaguing makes me think about how I am often in the middle of disastrous situations that start in a well-intentioned adventurous and optimistic spirit.

And THAT reminds me of a particular time and recipe.

Seriously. Don't.

When I was twenty, I was all about adventuring through seasonal jobs. My friend Ashley and I had concocted a plan that meant we would move, sight unseen, to the Delaware shore for a beachy tourist job. Only, Ashley went one week ahead of me, and when I showed up later, she explained that the people we were supposed to be working for were CrazyPants. Not to be deterred, we left Dela-ware?! (you have to say it like that) and drove along the coast until we ended up in Virginia Beach. And we decided that we would get jobs there, and in a day, we did!

Because my life is incapable of normalcy, the jobs we got were at a old-timey photo booth, where on our first day, we were told we could wear either the company terrible-neon-fluorescent monogrammed tshirt OR costumes. So I spent my days dressed as a saloon girl and French maid and a Southern Belle. Going with the general plague theme, I passed out in a corset my first week. Ladies back in the old days had it tough and I love cotton undershirts with a new fervor.

Ashley and I moved into a lovely house equipped with some bunk beds, and acquired an even lovelier Rose of England roommate. A few weeks later, we gained, as if by magic, 8 Russian roommates, 3 Slovakian roommates, and 2 more roommates in the form of an Irish couple. This was in a teeny tiny 3 bedroom beach cottage. The bunk beds were not enough. There was one bathroom, and the shower was always clogged with sand, probably because I may be mis-estimating the number of Russian roommates. Some of them had been sleeping on the beach, and instead moved unofficially onto our living room floor. And who am I to kick out young adventurers who want to work crappy jobs all summer with me?

We were incredibly poor (sluttin' it up in old timey costumes surprisingly does not pay well), and everybody ate everyone else's food in the fridge so it was ridiculous to try to store food.

Surprisingly though, we had plenty of those beautiful gypsy moments where somehow everybody manages to feed everyone else in a stone soup fashion.

And the Slovakian roommates in particular gave me the recipe to a delicious soup I am still intensely fond of. It reminds me of grammas and home and rocking chairs and snowy afternoons.

Stone Soup, Hold the Stone.
2 chicken breasts, or the equivalent amount of chicken in the form you desire
1 head of cabbage, sliced
1 head of broccoli, sliced (sliced, you say!? Yes. Sliced.)
*a bunch of carrots, sliced (there's a theme here)
1 large onion, sliced (yellow is my preference, white still works. purple tastes weird.)
Salt & Pepper to taste


*Now, up until a couple weeks ago, I would recommend buying and chopping up baby carrots, because they're pre-washed and the gross parts are shaved off! But then I started reading (reading IS dangerous), and found out this: Baby Carrots Turned Out To Be Evil This information breaks my lazy heart a little bit.

In a pot, cook the chicken until it is cooked through (about 20 minutes). Poke it with a fork to check 'n' see. Then pull the chicken out of the pot and set aside.


Throw in the onions and carrots into your new chicken stock water, let cook for 10 minutes.


Add cabbage, cook 3 more minutes.


Add broccoli, cook for 3 more minutes.


While you are waiting, slice up that chicken, then throw that back in the pot.



That's it. Seriously. This is the easiest soup in the world, making it perfect if you are cooking for your own plague-ridden self.

Although sometimes, the Slovakians threw in a tablespoon-sized blob of mayonnaise as they were spooning out servings. That sounds like the grossest thing in the world, and kind of is, EXCEPT - it gives the soup a richer & saltier texture, and you don't notice when it's stirred up. ...but it still grosses me out visually, so I skip it. It's great when you don't feel well. You get your veggies and protein and liquids and it doesn't take much brain power. Unlike the finagling out of that particular seasonal job situation Ashley & I found ourselves in, which included adventures in legally avoiding rooming house situations, accidentally acquiring 2 Belarusian roommates (this was later), exploring New Age labyrinths, and acquiring diner pie at 3 am. There's just too much to cover over a bowl of soup, even with mayonnaise to stretch it out.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Tea for Two: A Lesson in Making GF Scones

There has been an awful lot of conspiring assumptions about what I've been up to lately, and no doubt at least three of those assumptions are likely to be possibly true. For the record, I told you exactly what I was doing - making scones! In between naps and sleep crimes. Anyways.

I don't know about you, but I am a big fan of afternoon tea. (Also, see "morning tea", "night tea", and "Hobbit o'clock" tea) It all started when I was a teenager visiting one of my favorite families in the whole world. Pretty much every time I showed up, a pot of tea would be heated up, and we would all visit with each other and chat and sip mugs and mugs of tea. The smell of earl gray still reminds me of those lovely people and their welcoming home. Eventually with all that chatting - and man, can I chat - you're gonna get hungry. And one of my favorite tea-time snacks is a warm scone. Scones have the texture and taste of two of my favorite things combined - cookie + biscuit = scone. Just a little sweet, with a rich texture.

Here is what you need:
Baking Music
1 1/2 cups of stabilized brown rice flour
1/2 cup potato starch
1/4 cup tapioca starch (or tapioca flour)
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon xantham gum
1/2 teaspoon salt

Mix these dry ingredients.

Add 1/2 cup cold butter, cut into pats. Molli will concur (unless she has decided that today is the day to prove me wrong in all things) that COLD butter really does make a textural difference. Squish it up in the dry mixture until blended.

In a separate bowl, mix these things:
2 large eggs
1/3 cup of buttermilk or regular milk or almond milk (you can make your own buttermilk with 1/3 teaspoon of vinegar*)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

*I bet you are thinking - vinegar!? WHY!? Well. Because vinegar + milk = Buttermilk, a substance I find repulsive for drinking purposes, but delightfully flavorful for baking purposes. (And for dairy free purposes, you can make "buttermilk" with almond milk and vinegar, same measurements)

Add the wet ingredients to the dry and mix it up. The mixture will be very sticky and viscous. ...man, I love working the word "viscous" into conversation.

The best way to cook these is to put the mixture in a scone pan. Normally, I wouldn't tell you to rush out and get a whole special pan, but I've noticed that it doesn't seem to bake up as pretty on a cookie sheet, and it cooks a little unevenly in a cast iron pan. If you love scones and want them to be a part of your life, and you are not ready for the commitment of a long-term relationship or a puppy, invest in a pan like this and you will not be sorry.



Bake those suckers for 15-20 minutes until they rise & brown. (think tan. dark beige. delicious.)

Also, to make them especially delectable and bakery-like, look at these easy extra steps here at this link: http://www.glutenfreecookingschool.com/archives/how-to-make-scones-like-a-bakery/

Now. Here are extra tidbits if you are a true connoisseur of scones, or curious about GF baking, or just really picky. I'm talkin' to you, Type A personalities.

Here are some ideas of what you can add if you don't like plain scones.
(Although if you don't like plain scones, you should slice fresh strawberries and put homemade whipped cream on top, because your opinion may change.)

1/4 cup or to taste:
nuts (walnuts are delicious!)
blueberries
chopped up dried fruit (raisins, mangos, peaches, oh my!)

vanilla extract or other flavorings

spices to taste (I like cinnamon & nutmeg)


OR if you like more savory things - leave out the sugar and

add some grated cheese and chives or rosemary

And some notes on GF baking.

You COULD use white rice flour, but I find it grittier than brown rice flour, plus with brown rice flour, you will have healthy bran (brown rice flour being made from whole grain rice). I better stop throwing around the word healthy when I could be saying things like MORE DELICIOUS. If you don't plan on baking for a large family or a pack of gypsies or troupe of circus folk, stabilized brown rice flour is the way to go as brown rice flour can go rancid really quickly due to its natural oils.

Non-GF people (and some noninformed GF people) want to know about xantham gum. See how it's got the word "gum" in it? That's cause it glues together your ingredients. Oh yes. Since gluten is what makes baked good cohesive, we've gotta add some xantham gum so we don't get that dreaded crumbly GF baked goods texture. Not on my watch, buddy.

Now you are pretty much a professional at making bakery fresh GF scones. Why, the sugar on those scones is sparkling like magical fairy dust, you kitchen wizard! I am so impressed. Could I come over for tea?

Friday, February 4, 2011

Apple Empanadas

For Anyone who doesn't know, an Empanada is a glorious little pie pocket, filled with whatever you want to put in it. Yesterday, I wanted apples, because the only thing really better than apple pie is self-contained apple pie.

These are pretty quick and easy to make. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
For the dough you will need:
1 and 1/2 cups of brown rice flour
1/2 cup of tapioca flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp xanthan gum
1/4 cup butter, cubed and chilled
1/4 cup of cream cheese cubed and chilled
2 tbsp apple cider vinegar
1 large egg
1/4 cup water

Combine dry ingredients.
Work in butter cubes and cream cheese with a fork or pastry knife (or your hands, you know) until the texture becomes grainy and fluffy.
Beat together vinegar and egg. Add to dry ingredients and mix well.
Kneed with your hands and slowly add in water until dough forms and sticks together. work into a ball. wrap in wax paper and chill in fridge while you make your empanada filling. (or about 30 minutes).

For the filling, you will need:
3 medium apples (gala or machintosh work well) cored, peeled and chopped small (think pinky fingernail sized)
handful of raisins
4 tbsps sifted brown sugar
3 tbsps melted butter
2 tsps cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp ginger
3/4 tsp salt
pinch of all spice or clove (a little goes a long way, so don't overdo!)
2 tbsp of corn starch


Combine dry ingredients in one bowl, and apples, raisins, and melted butter in another. Make sure each is mixed well.
Then combine the dry ingredients with the apples, making sure everything is evenly coated.

Now you are ready to roll out the dough. What works best for me is to divide the dough into eight parts. Lay out some wax paper, sprinkle a bit of rice flour on the paper and around your ball of dough. Put another piece of wax paper on top, and roll out. This helps it keep together well and your rolling pin from sticking. You want to roll it fairly thin, slightly thinner than you would for a pie shell. Don't worry, unlike a lot of GF doughs, this one is highly workable and nicely elastic, so you can make it pretty thin without fear of it tearing.
Once you have the dough the right thickness, you want to cut out a circle about 4 inches in diameter. (I just use the plastic lid to our coffee canister, which is a 2 lb plastic tub o Folgers. )

Then put 3 or 4 tsp. of the filling onto one side of your cut out circle. Make sure you leave a lip of dough exposed. Now fold over the other side of the circle, then fold up the lip of dough you left on the pocket. pinch down all around to seal the empanada closed. Repeat until you run out of dough. (4 inch circles should yield about 8 empanadas.) when finished, place on a greased cookie sheet.

At this point, you can fancy them up and dust the outsides with cinnamon, sugar, cinnamonsugar, honey, egg whites or butter. I kinda like em plain, because the dough is tasty and slightly salty and makes the filling pop, but they're your pie pockets, so do what ya like.

When your baking sheet is full, pop them in the oven. You will bake them for 10 or 15 minutes, then flip them over, reduce oven temp to 350, and bake for 25-30 more minutes.

Remove from oven and try your verybest to let them cool for a few minutes before you eat them. This will be a great test of will, but completely necessary to avoid blistering tongue burns. Pour yourself some ice cold milk, or a steamy mug of Folgers Coffee, and enjoy!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Essential Pie Crust Recipe

Couldn't resist this pic. Pi Pie. Teeheehee.



Finally! I did it! Huzzah! The perfect GF pie crust! It is soooo yummy. Light and flaky, holds together beautifully, gets golden brown, completely easy to work with, and pairs perfectly with sweet or savory. I modified it from this web site's recipe for empanadas: http://daringtothrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing-testing-gluten-free-empanadas.html

I didn't have all their ingredients, so I played around with what I did have, and some other recipes I've tried, and after experimenting with it for a few weeks now, I've nailed it down! It does call for multiple flours, which is sort of a pain in the ass, but, the dough is so perfect it really does make it worth it.
You want it, don't you?
Ok. I will share.

1 and 1/2 cups of brown rice flour
1/2 cup of tapioca flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp xanthan gum

1/4 cup butter, cubed and chilled
1/4 cup of cream cheese cubed and chilled

2 tbsp apple cider vinegar
1 large egg

1/4 cup water

combine dry ingredients.
work in butter cubes and cream cheese with a fork or pastry knife (or your hands, you know) until the texture becomes grainy and fluffy

beat together vinegar and egg. Add to dry ingredients and mix well.

kneed with your hands and slowly add in water until dough forms and sticks together. work into a ball. wrap in wax paper and chill in fridge while you make your pie or empanada filling. (or about 30 minutes)

when you are ready, roll out the dough with a rolling pin. What works best for me is to lay out some wax paper, sprinkle a bit of rice flour on the paper and around your ball of dough. Put another piece of wax paper on top, and roll out. This helps it keep together and also makes it easy to transfer into pie pans.

fill as you wish and fold over, pinching the edges. Bake in a 375 degree oven until edges brown.

Variations:

The first time I made this, I was making sausage empanadas, and I didn't have any apple cider vinegar or cream cheese. So I omitted the vinegar, and replaced the cream cheese with 1/4 cup of original flavored humus. The texture and workability stayed about the same, and the humus added a really nice flavor to the dish, so I recommend this variation if you wanted to make Mexican-flavored dishes, or a curry pot pie or something.

Another variation, if you wanted an extra-flaky, rich pastry dough, is to use 1/2 cup of butter instead of 1/4, which just punches up the decadence a bit. But most days I am trying not to get fat, so I try to keep the butter reasonable.

(But I feel like the day for a pear and ginger pie is coming soon... and then I'm gonna butter that shit up!)

So there you have it! I'm gonna post up the empanada recipes I've made plus a few pies in a bit, I just wanted to have the crust up with its own post, since I'm be referencing back to it quite a bit.

So Many Recipes!

Ok, I know it SEEMS like we've been slacking off, what with the scatty-at-best and mostly-lack-of posting, but, Dear Reader, I beg your patience. Delicious recipes don't just invent themselves out of thin air, you know.
Happily, after many long and arduous hours in the lab, er, kitchen, I have a whole heap of new dishes to pile up on your internet doorstep.

As for Noelle, I dunno what she's been up to. Crimes, maybe, or sleeping. Or sleep crimes. Did you know she was the thief of dreams? It's true. I heard it from a very reliable source.

For more scandalous facts about Noelle's nocturnal activities, you can stalk her on twitter.

Alright! On to posting some of those recipes I promised. Or maybe first, a nap. Ooooh, nap. Zzzzzzz.....

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Future. Of Snacks.

If I don't write something soon, Molli is gonna throw a whole bunch of meaningless threats in my direction, so FINE. I will post, but it will be a LAZY post as I experiment with my pie crusts and GF scone recipes. (See? I'm doing stuff. I don't have to tell you everything.)

So what I need to talk about you right now is PepsiCo's new motto.



WHAT!? Why is this even a thing? I appreciate wordplay, but can you use this in a sentence without cracking up?

Me - "Molli, could you please drinkify my snack? Also, my beverage needs to be snackified."
Molli - "Did you have shots of espresso instead of dinner again? What's wrong with you!?"

Or maybe more accurately,
Molli - Blank stare. Hand smack.

See? Doesn't work.

But speaking of drinks and snacks. Some gluten free snacks are self explanatory, like corn chips and fruit & veggies and slices of cheese. So I'm not even going tell you the boring everyday snacks that everyone knows. Boring. Instead, I will share with you some of my favorite *damn hippie food* snacks.
*Roommate's words.


  • I love love broiled kale.Buy kale. Wash it with fruit & veggie wash to remove pesticides. Remove stems. Break it into smaller pieces, and lay it out on a baking sheet you've generously swiped with olive oil. Sprinkle sea salt. Broil at 400 degrees for about 10-12 minutes, until you see the edges start to brown. The kale will be crispy, like chips. Let cool, then save in a waterproof container. Best if eaten within a day or two.

  • For a variation, or to be lazier, you can buy baked seaweed at Trader Joes or Asian grocery stores. If you like sushi wrapping, you will like this. I like crunchy salty things, and this is much healthier.

  • Or if you're like "Ugh! Green stuff! Gross!" Well then fine. Try THESE. Packaged snap pea crisps. They're HARDLY green, and taste especially of mildly cheesy potatoes.



  • Trader Joes and Walmart have started selling freeze dried fruit. I have mixed feelings about this, because the pineapple kind hurts my teeth, but it's ASTRONAUT FOOD!

  • Also, see: larabars (I believe they are all GF, but they state it directly on the package). These are delicious ground up fruit and nut bars. My favorite are cashew cookie and chocolate chip cookie dough.
  • Popcorn. With nutritional yeast! Ha, and you thought I was going for boring snacks, then you read the yeast part. But seriously. Nutritional yeast (not brewer's yeast) tastes nutty and cheesy. It is full of B 12 vitamins, and so very good for you. I worked at a camp where we had a jar of this stuff, and the teenagers FOUGHT over it. They called it hippie dust, which made it much cooler to fight over. (I like popcorn with yeast and butter. I have nothing against butter, or fat. I'm not trying to make you skinny. I want to make you happy and healthy. But get butter without hormones.)
  • My favorite drink. I know what you thinking - drinks don't have gluten! But that's where you're wrong! Drink mixes sometimes do. It's a horrible trick. Sometimes I long for the chemical goodness of other people's childhood (I wasn't allowed much koolaid). For a substitute, make hibicus tea. It is a bright bright red pink, but no red dye #5! Brew it strong, and it comes out super fruity. Add stevia for a sugar free, calorie free, cancer free sweetener. (Remember stevia is MUCH sweeter than sugar, so add a little bit at a time. Which reminds me. Once, one of my friends poo-pooed that sweetness of stevia and cracked open a packet and poured the whole thing on his tongue to prove me wrong. In a couple seconds, a terrible pinched look on his face, he ran to my sink to spit a lot. He is such a polite and upstanding young man who doesn't spit in kitchen sinks, which made it much more fun to witness for me.) Anyway, give this beverage to small children and watch their faces ooze delight. Pat yourself on the back for how tricky you are.