Month: August 2017

Day 124: Anise & Cherry Shortbread

Day 124: Anise & Cherry Shortbread


Two facts:

  1. I LOVE good, flakey, moist, buttery shortbread.
  2. I don’t LOVE anise (often associated with black licorice) but I’m challenging myself to find favorable ways to use flavors I don’t typically favor.

The combination of facts 1 and 2 made some of the most delicious cookies, ever… pair these with some Darjeeling or Irish Breakfast tea and you have a seriously tasty afternoon retreat.


Ingredients:

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  • 1-1/3 cup all purpose, unbleached flour
  • ¼ teaspoon kosher salt
  • ½ cup white rice
  • 6 Tablespoons salted butter
  • 6 Tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1/3 cup Baker’s (superfine) sugar, plus more for dusting
  • ½ teaspoon Anise flavoring
  • ¼ cup dried tart cherries

 

Preheat your oven to 325°.

Beat the butter and sugar

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until it’s pale and creamy

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add the anise and beat again.

 

Put your rice in a blender or food processor

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and pulverize it until it’s quite fine.

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And we still need to sift it.

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The rice doesn’t cook to a soft texture, so if you don’t get the large clumps of rice out you’ll swear your teeth are going to break. That does not make for an enjoyable cookie.

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You can test to make sure it’s fine enough by chewing a little bit. It should “pop” as you chew but not resemble eating a rock.

 

Mix your flour, ground rice, and salt in a bowl

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Chop your cherries

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and add them to the dry ingredients.

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Coat them well in the flour mixture

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and add the cherries and flour to the creamed butter and sugar. Stop as soon as it’s combined.

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Switch to hand stirring

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and then palm it together to make a ball.

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You can spread it into a greased 9” flat circle on a cookie sheet, or I use an 8” cake pan.

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Flatten it down as best you can

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and then switch to a rolling pin or the back of a flat metal cup to smooth the top.

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Poke holes in whatever design you like (this is the only way to prevent the shortbread from rising and bubbling so don’t skip this.)

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Slice into 12 servings

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and bake for 35 minutes, until it’s a golden pale and the edges are just starting to brown.

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as soon as it comes out of the oven, sprinkle the top with more fine sugar

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wait for five minutes and re-cut your slices.

Let it cool completely.

Gently lift them onto a serving platter.*

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These are seriously SO good. The anise is definitely not overpowering but you can detect it and it balances like a trapeze artist with the cherries. Yum. Black jelly beans, here I come…

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*To remove your shortbread from a deep cake pan as I have used, I place a small piece of cardboard on top of the shortbread, turn them upside down (fully supported on the cardboard), place a plate over them while they’re still upside down and then invert, right-side up.

Day 123: I Think I Can Sing

Day 123: I Think I Can Sing


I think I can sing.

For years, I’ve told myself,

“I don’t sing.”

“I can’t sing.”

“That’s just not something I’m good at.”

 

People who can

really

sing

have told me – – – –

well, they actually haven’t told me anything.

 

But if they didn’t tell me I could sing,
then I must not be able to,

right?

(Without them knowing,
today,
I secretly sang,
anyway.)

in my mind
and in my heart.

I secretly
made rich harmony
and deep chords
and low melody
and pulsing rhythm
like the push in my veins –
surge, surge, stop –
surge, surge, stop –

and heard the song that I made
somewhere
in silence,

and when it was over
I realized:

I think I can sing.

I think I can sing.

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Day 122: Drawing Near

Day 122: Drawing Near

Suddenly, today,
I don’t miss you, anymore.

There is no itch in my finger tips.
There is no ache under my skin.
There is no prayer pressed ‘tween my lips
because I feel you
close to me;
I hear you coming in.

There is no wonder
at where you may be;
I hear your voice –
your confident breath  –
from the inside
out
of
me.

 

How could I miss
what has drawn near?

How could I not dance to your tune?

Have you had me all this time?

Were you always in this room?

Hello.
Hello again.
It’s been a long time,
but I’ve been made to know you.
Hello.

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Day 121: Too Late to Sleep

Day 121: Too Late to Sleep


There was a time when rest would have been prudent,
when sleep could have nursed these ails
and repaired these strong and strained muscles.

Heart muscle pumping
so fiercely,
so long,
with so much coursing through
those delicate tissue chambers,
pump in –
pump out –

machinery
of breath and blood,
of life and love.

 

Could I have thought clearer?
Could I have blinked cleaner?
Could I have held more weight?
Could I have run farther?
if I’d claimed a moment of repose
in the days
that just flew past
like barn swallows,
chaotic and sharp,
in turns and juts,
darting from their nests,

but always on course.

When you’ve been up this long,
the length of up lays you down.

When you’ve stayed up this late,
it turns to “early,”
and you know it’s too late to sleep;

the glow-

the warmth-

up.

coming

is

sun

the

 

The eye that sees cannot close
against so many colors at dawn.

Today does not return it’s predecessor
nor will tomorrow delay for now.

I wake, without sleep, I wake.

 

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Day 120: Naan

Day 120: Naan


To me, the best part of Indian food is the Naan. Scooping up rice and sauce and meat in a hot, garlicky, salty, soft, fried bread and eating with your fingers is absolutely one of the best pleasures in life. And I’m going to show you how to make a killer version in your kitchen.

Ingredients*:

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  • 1 teaspoon active dry yeast
  • 2 teaspoons sugar
  • 2 cups (10 oz.) all purpose flour (plus more for rolling)
  • 1 teaspoon sea salt
  • 1/8 teaspoon baking powder
  • 2 Tablespoons sour cream
  • 1 Tablespoon whole milk (not pictured)
  • 2 Tablespoons garlic olive oil (or regular if you prefer)
  • Ghee (clarified butter)
  • corse sea salt

This recipe will yield 6 large naan and will take about 5 hours total. These are best served the same day or frozen and reheated. I always make a double batch and have them frozen for future meals.

Dissolve the yeast and sugar in 3/4 cup warm water and let it sit until it becomes frothy (about 10 minutes)

While you wait, mix the flour, salt, and baking powder into a large bowl.

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Combine your sour cream and milk:

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When the yeast looks like this:

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add the yogurt mixture and the olive oil to it and gently whisk.

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pour this over the flour mixture and gently fold with a wooden spoon.

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Once the flour is coated,

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switch to hand mixing. (I’m totally sure you can do this with a paddle, but this is the traditional method and I feel like I’m cheating if I use the machine…)

I mix (with my right hand) and throw a little flour in here and there (with my left) if it’s just too wet.

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mmmmmmm….. goop.

as soon as it’s combined well, stop kneading.

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Place it in a bowl, cover with oiled plastic wrap or a damp flour sack cloth and leave it to rise 2-4 hours.

If you’re cooking the rest of the meal from scratch, now is when you’d make your main dishes (to be kept warm on a low simmer) while you make the fresh naan.


Four hours later…

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Definitely should have used a larger bowl.

Yeast-splosion. Love it.

Get a station set up with a bowl of flour, a bowl of water, your ground sea salt, melted ghee, and a rolling pin.

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On a well-dusted surface, flop the dough out

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and divide it into 6 even clumps (I’m making a double batch, here).

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roll each section in flour to keep it from sticking and set it aside.

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Roll each ball into a 8”- 9” teardrop. I use a rolling pin at first and then stretch and lift the dough with my hands.**

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Okay, get your ready hats on, put the dog outside, and read the rest of the instructions 12 times, cause this is going to go fast and you’ll swear you’re going to burn the house down or set off every fire alarm in it. And you might. But the naan will be good. Stay the course.

With a large cast iron skillet on medium high/high heat, get it almost smoking.

Get your hands wet, pick up a rolled out naan and slap it between your hands like you’re playing “hot potato” to get the surface damp. Lay it in the skillet. Count to 60. The dough should start to bubble.

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Flip it. Cover it. Count to 30.

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Remove the naan, brush with melted ghee, and sprinkle with corse sea salt.

Repeat until all the naan are done. ***

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Yes, yes, yes, this was good.

 


*Other traditional ingredients to add  (if you’re so inclined) would be kalonji or nigella seeds, fennel seeds, minced garlic, and/or onion flakes.
**If you run out of counter space, wax paper is your friend. Just lay a sheet on top of each rolled piece of naan to keep them from sticking together.
*** This will take about 15 minutes, so I throw my cooked naan on a cookie sheet in the oven set to 175°-200°.

Afterword:

I have cooked Indian food completely from scratch only three times in my life. When done according to traditional methods, I have found it to be more challenging and more of a time investment than a thanksgiving dinner for 14. I’m guessing there are some short cuts or advance prep that I’m not privy to, but I tenaciously try again when I’m feeling the curry-yearn. Seriously, next time you have AWESOME Indian food, be sure to hug the chef. They earned it.


 

Day 119: Letting Go

Day 119: Letting Go


You never really know how much you’re holding until you start letting it go.

 

This started as a PURGE day:
count heads,
find them all a hat.
Make sure the winter coats are mended
and shoes don’t pinch the toe.

Rifle through the bookshelves,
scoop out under beds,
clear the counter of debris,
and toss or give or mend.

But when the job started getting too arduous for good humor to bear
and crabby came upon me like soap scum in a too-cool bath,
clinging to me, no matter which way I waded,
I just stopped and stood,

staring at all the STUFF.

My first reaction was one of more overwhelm –

how do I get through this???

 

and then I realized I wasn’t talking about the things that were physically in front of me, for they’re just a symptom. There are too many unseen things I hang on to, every day.

 

how do I get through this???

 

Some things I save are way too big:
a size of the mind I don’t care to fill.
Some are too small
and I outgrew them long ago.
The things that really bother me
are the ones I keep out of fear:
“I don’t need it, I don’t want it, but if I lose it, could I replace it? I mean, what if?! What if I really DO need it?”
or the things I keep out of habit;
“This is no longer useful to me, but I’ve had it so long, how could I keep something different in it’s place?”

 

These things don’t take up physical space, so perhaps we think there’s no real benefit in removing them. Our minds and hearts are infinite, right? Like the CLOUD, they can take the storage. No big deal.

 

But just like cleaning out a closet
and dusting off it’s shelf
we make room for ourselves

by letting go;

and by letting go,
we can suffuse by choice
the areas that chance had falsely filled.

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Day 118: Forgotten Rooms

Day 118: Forgotten Rooms


there is a door
to a room
i used to play in

i used to sleep in
i used to pray in

the wind must have blown it shut
one day
while i was gone –
hard gust
mistral song

so i walked along corridors
for ages
in forgetful absence
of four corners filled

 

until now

until now

 

a new chinook sings
and to the door it brings
a key
and me
to unlock forgotten rooms
and occupy them
again
only better

because i know what it is to live without the walls
that were built to hold me
like lover’s arms

tight and free

 

you
beautiful
southern summer gale
from mountains west
and salt water sea
pressing into locked places,
coming, rising, lifting me

open the door
let me in
i want to feel your space again.

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Day 117: The White Lady

Day 117: The White Lady


there was a lady
i saw once,
a long time ago.

she stood on black boxes
and wore white clothes
and a white veil
and white stockings
and white shoes
and painted her face
in clay –

white, white, clay.

 

she would stand there, frozen
in time
in the square
and people would pass

and only a few would care.

 

but when they did,
care, that is,
and when they stopped moving –
pursued along the rail of more pursuit –
and looked in her eyes,
she would meet their gaze

and move.

 

from beneath her white robes
she’d produce a flower

bright

color

on

blank

white.

 

she’d bend to meet them:
their eyes
and their hands
and in them
she’d place
the stem
and look
without blinking
and she would see them.

 

i wondered, after a few of them walked away with smiles
and a few with tears
how often they’d been looked at
and seen

that day

or week

or year

or ever

and it made me want to start growing flowers.

 

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Day 116: Home Is

Day 116: Home Is

what home is –

where home is –

it calls

from a place inside

rather than out.

it is not a destination,

it is an indwelling,

and the map we seek –

search to find –

is right here, written

in the lines of our faces

and the creases of our hands.

elusive to follow,

changing with smiles and grasp,

altered by frowns and wet palms,

but always there,

always calling,

waiting

and true.

 

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Day 115: The Act of Peeling an Orange

Day 115: The Act of Peeling an Orange


When breath is weight
and music swells in your chest
with no where to go

When words are noise
and distract from everything
you’re really trying to say

When you hold against want
and lean into will
and press into promise
like it will take the ache away

the act of peeling an orange
can save you

 

it occupies the hand,
the smell bursts in pressured jets,
and stings invisible cuts you never knew you had –
bad enough to make you wince
but not so bad you’d stop.
it demands discernment –
how much should you peel away?
what is your balance of bitter and sweet?

it stills time too,
because no one interrupts a person
who’s peeling an orange.

(it’s bad taste.
even kids know that.)

And when the rind is gone
in clumps and chunks
you keep on peeling,

one slice

off another

 

the flesh
is sweet
and drips
in thin, translucent legs
down the chin
and fingers.

and in the time it takes
to eat an orange
you’ll be able to breath again
with less weight –

– less the weight of an orange.

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