Author: Jamie

Day 47: Candied Pecans

Day 47: Candied Pecans

So, I’ve been doing quite a lot of experimenting with that sourdough starter from Day 32.

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…this would be six loaves rising.

 

Now my creative, bakery-cart wheels are turning and I’ve got a hankering to make something I’ve never had before, but it sure sounds good:

Candied Pecan
& Sweet Cherry
Sourdough

I’ve never candied pecans,
and I may change the cherry to raisin,
but this would be day one
of my little culinary adventure.

Here we go…


Ingredients:

Day47_a_Ingredients

  • ¼ cup sugar
  • 2 Tablespoons brown sugar
  • ¼ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ¼ teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 egg white
  • ½ pound (2-1/3 cups) whole pecans

 

Throw the sugars, cinnamon, and salt in a bowl

Day47_b_Mix

and mix it till it looks like beach sand.

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Then, whip the egg white until it’s nice and frothy

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and coat the pecans with it.

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Toss the coated pecans in the sugar/salt/cinnamon mix
and throw the whole lot into a slow cooker.

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Cook (covered) on high for an hour,
gently stir and turn them in the pot,
and cook for another 1/2 hour to hour,
watching so they don’t burn.

 

Lastly, dry them on a cookie sheet lined with parchment:

Day47_g_Dry

 


Verdict:

Holy hazelnuts, these are tasty.

The hardest part of this endeavor is saving enough to put in the bread…I may have to make another batch.


Day 46: Four Fiddles and a Song

Day 46: Four Fiddles and a Song

I know where all the music went last night.

In all the rest of the world, I’m quite sure there was a pause and a humming in everyone’s mind, wondering how a tune went, trying to make sense of a song forgot.

Last night, all the music in the world went silent to listen to sounds coming from inside a little church, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere, between hills and valleys, soil and sky.

For three years now, I’ve attended this annual concert. It is not comprised of a “band.” It’s a Dane, a Finn, a Shetland Islander, and a Bostonian who come together to share, to teach, to play, and to learn. They’re each masters in their own land.

They gather in a church that has a ship hanging from the ceiling. It’s a replica of the ship some of our immigrant parents arrived in.

They recover songs of the past, from composers long gone, and remember us to culture’s voice. They write and compose the sound of today; they pass it along and add to the cry of generation.

They tell story.
They relay history.
They nudge us into tomorrow.

And I got to be there.

 

I got to hear the Finn, who keeps the rhythm in his feet, without apology or restraint. Who pounds the floor and forces the beat up, up, up into your ankles and changes the pace of your pulse.

I got to see the Shetlander, who stirs the strings with his arm, and whips his wrist like a horse’s tail while his fingers fly on the board.

I got to see the Bostonian Lass, whose grooving knees and bouncing bun accent every slide and chop, cut and crunch, and whose wide smile almost hides the somber knowing in her eyes when the music starts to play.

I got to see the Dane, whose heart comes out in note and accidental, who is history in the making, who hears and plays the sound of soul. And his wife, the song, the muse, the Danish beauty. How they looked at each other when they played…

I got to see that. In a small pond of people, in a little church in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere, between hills and valleys, earth and sky. I saw.

I saw where all the music went last night.

 Day46_CarryingMusicAcrossThePond


Day 45: Eating Art

Day 45: Eating Art

Remember the Green Ice post? I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve had a protein shake nearly every day for 5 years. It’s reliable, healthy, consistent, and I can get moving in my day without thinking about what to eat. No-brainer.

Today, as I began to wake up, before I’d even opened my eyes, I felt fatigue like an ocean around the raft of my bed. Exhaustion was waiting for me on the other side of sleep, and I didn’t want to rise into it, no matter how loudly my alarm implored.

“Oh, do not attack me with your watch!”
-Jane Austen

It totally ticked me off.

 

The only thing that made me pull those covers back (which I still did in one of those ninja, roundhouse-kick, slam-the-comforter-down-onto-the-pillow-with-your-leg, and swing-yourself-sideways-to-a-sitting-position sort of ways) was a resolution to start the day off with something DIFFERENT.

 

Routine is comfortable AND confining.
Habit can be rewarding AND enslaving.

 

And today, I wanted to break my norm, and declare victory over the weariness that laces my days like smoke from an extinguished candle, reminding me of a lightness that was there, and is no more.

No.

Today, I set the protein shake aside.
I did’t want to walk into this day the same as all other days.

Today I want to taste.

I want color. The whole palette.

 

So this:

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became the medium boiled egg that inspired this:

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and today I ate color for breakfast.

 


 

Day 44: Time and Pursuit

Day 44: Time and Pursuit


“There are times in our lives — scary, unsettling times — when we know that we need help or answers but we’re not sure what kind, or even what the problem or question is. Day44_TimeWe look and look, tearing apart our lives like we’re searching for car keys in our couch, and we come up empty-handed. Then when we’re doing something stupid, like staring at the dog’s mismatched paws, we stumble across what we needed to find. Or even better, it finds us. It wasn’t what we were looking or hoping for, which was usually advice, approval, an advantage, safety, or relief from pain. I was raised to seek or achieve them, but like everyone, I realized at some point that they do not bring lasting peace, relief, or uplift. This does not seem fair, after a lifetime spent in their pursuit.
-taken from Hallelujah Anyway; Rediscovering Mercy,
by Anne Lamott

 

It’s the final line of this excerpt that gets me.

For it is not the time invested in the pursuit of something that renders it useful, profitable, or fruitful. Time is actually a very poor benefactor. It is absolutely impervious to what we “deserve” and will march forward without the slightest hesitation, no matter how many do-overs or hold-ons we may beseech.

Yet time is the only thing that stands between us and the answer to questions we don’t even know how to ask.

So, maybe it’s not the answer that brings us peace.

Maybe it’s having a clearer question in mind.


Clear aim makes time a slave to it’s end,
a servant to the mark,
but time itself is a devious train,
and can cloud and pall in it’s ether,
leaving the sightless without course,
and the searcher without stop.

so, stop.

And set your eye with intention.

Day44_Time

Day 43: Green Rooms & Pink Blooms

Day 43: Green Rooms & Pink Blooms

Where does your good grow?

 

All the things I grow

in the earth
in my mind
in my heart
in my home

too often stay there,

in the earth
in my mind
in my heart
in my home.

and I wonder,

is that the best place for them?

The good things I grow?

Of course, when they’re seed,
yes,
they must be sheltered and shaped,
pruned and secured.

We all need safe places to be new.
to be green.

Then comes sprout and leaf
and we test our foliage against the sun.

But the bloom –
the perfume –

This is the harvest. This is the good that grew.

 

Now we must bear it

out of the earth
out of the mind
out of the heart
out of the home

and into green rooms,
black corners,
blue moods,
and red mornings,

and there, it might bring good to others, too.

Day43_Pink Blooms


Day 42: The Walk I Didn’t Take

Day 42: The Walk I Didn’t Take

It’s late.
There is a film over the full moon.
like a glaze over my eye.

The heat of summer coming
is seeping into spring nights
and makes thick the air tonight.

I want to walk.
I want to be over sidewalks
and under street lamps
and strolling without aim.

I want to talk.
about all the things that are,
and none of the things
that could be,
should be,
won’t be,
can’t be.

I want to feel steady in my pace again.
I want to practice, here in the dark
-stepping strong steps-
so I might stride in the light.

I want to laugh.
at what you say
and how you say it.

I want to be silent.
and hear the things
we cannot say with words.

But I did not take that walk.

The night moves, still,
and into morning
and the humid hazed halo
turns into light dawn blue.

The heat will come with sun,
and the day brings too much duty,
and I’ll forget

perhaps

the sweet earth smells of peony and grass
that filled my senses when
I stood out there,
in the night,
alone,
and thought about the walk I’d like to take

and didn’t.

Day 42_Night Walk


Day 41: Centering Stones, Part 3

Day 41: Centering Stones, Part 3

Because sometimes the heart is heavy.

Because the things inside it can be hard to swallow,
and jagged to the touch.

Because the heart,
even with those rough bits,
is still lovely
to behold
and
to be
held
by
.

 

 


*I know!!! Vertical video taking (again). Argh. I feel the shame…

Day 40: Well

Day 40: Well

What if there’s no such thing as “the jerk?” What if, in any given fight, disagreement, impasse, and standoff, there was actually no “wrong side?” What if it was all just malady caused by lack of understanding, fatigue, and an empty well from which to draw compassion.

IF that “what if” were the case, I think I could replace anger with deliberation, defense with inquisition, and flight with pause.

I’m sure I would still stand with soft knees and ready reflexes, in anticipation of a dash to the door or a quick escape back inside my garrison or trench. I’m sure I would guardedly stare into the eyes too long after words were spoken with the mouth, and try to discern, “did I really hear?” and “was I really heard?”

IF that “what if” were the case, maybe I could exchange detachment for a hand shake. Maybe there need not be a conversion to a “side” or convincing to a “win.”

Maybe we could just stand.

 

Stand, facing the jerks and the wrongs and the maladies without reaction, and wait. With fists down and gloves off. just. wait.

Wait to see.

Wait to hear.

Wait to understand.

Wait for rain and replenished wells.

 

Day40_Well

 


 

Day 39: A Biga Pizza Pie, Part 2

Day 39: A Biga Pizza Pie, Part 2

Welcome back.

Did you let your crust rise for 1 to 3 days? It’s a fun little science experiment as the yeast activates slowly under a cold rise and you get little gremlin air pockets all over the skin of the dough…

We’re ready for baking day.

An hour before baking, take your dough out of the fridge and cut it into thirds. If you’re not planning to make all three pizzas, you can freeze a third or two-thirds for another night.*

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With each of the three sections, gently form them into a ball with cupped hands. DON’T KNEAD the dough. You want as much air to remain in the crust as you can.
Cover them with oiled plastic wrap and let them rest.

Preheat your oven to 500°. If you have a pizza stone, put it in the oven prior to preheating.**

 

While you’re waiting, make whatever pizza ingredients need pre-cooking (i.e. sausage, ground beef, bacon, chicken, etc.); chop and prep the rest (veggies, etc).

After one hour, your oven should be good and hot, and your dough will have relaxed and come to room temperature. Lay a large square of parchment paper on the counter. Flour your hands, the parchment, and one ball of dough. Start expanding it into a circle.

You can do this in all sorts of ways:

  1. For the less adventurous, place the mound on floured parchment paper and gently pull out the sides, using your fingertips to flatten and spread the dough, until you’ve reached your desired pizza circumference.
  2. For the conservative risk-takers, you can pick the mound up, and constantly turn it like a steering wheel, gently pulling out as you spin.
  3. Once it gets big enough, the dare-devils amongst you can do this:

Okaaaaay….

back to business.

 

Once your crust has met your desired circumference and thickness, it’s time to assemble.

For traditional flavored pizzas, these are my favorite store-bought sauces:

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I also love a good pesto on a Margherita pizza, and have even been known to use mayo and ketchup as a base for a bacon cheeseburger pizza.

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(yes,  those ARE pickles on that pizza…)

 

Really, you can do ANYTHING here.

 

Assembly is generally in order: sauce, then cheese, then fixin’s.

 


Once assembled, slide the pizza (parchment and all) onto the hot stone or oven rack. Bake until it’s well browned and bubbly, around 8-10 minutes. Slice and enjoy!

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This is a fig, prosciutto, and blue cheese pizza with raisin-shallot chutney and olive oil base.

 

SO GOOD!

 


*Once frozen, thaw in the fridge for a day before baking.

**I’ve heard of people grilling the pizza as well. If you try this, send details on what worked. I’ve never done it!

Day 38: A Biga Pizza Pie, Part 1

Day 38: A Biga Pizza Pie, Part 1

In advance, I’m sorry.

If you make this and come to realize how easy it is to make the best crust for any given pizza in your own kitchen, and also come to understand that because you make your own killer crust you can now make ANY flavor of pizza and create your most favorite, signature ‘za in all the world, I’m sorry.

You will have become addicted (as I am)
and will gain at least five pounds of gluten weight (as I have.)

Before getting started, don’t plan pizza night on the day you make the crust. It will rest in the fridge (at least a day) for a cold rise. 

Shall we begin?

Ingredients:

(this will make 3 – 12″ pizza crusts…)

a_Pizza Pie Ingredients

  • 1 lb, 10 oz. bread flour (4 ½ cups)
  • 3 teaspoons sugar
  • ¾ teaspoons active yeast
  • 1½ Tablespoon garlic infused olive oil (you can use plain EVOO, as well)
  • 2 teaspoons, plus and a pinch of salt

Combine the flour, sugar, and yeast in a mixing bowl and slowly stir in 2 cups of ICE COLD water.

b_Watering The Flours

Stir it until no dry flour remains,

c_PreKnead

and then give it a quick knead to make it a solid lump.

d_Light Knead and Rest

Let it sit for 10 minutes.

Then add the olive oil and salt,

e_Salt and Oil

and knead it until it makes a satiny, silky, sticky ball of goodness.

g_The Good Ol'fashioned Way

 

Tips:

  1. You can use a bread hook, but it usually just slides around the middle of the dough clump and annoys you by not incorporating the entire dough.
  2. Throw a little olive oil on the counter while you knead or just rub a drop in your hands like lotion and it will prevent sticking.

 

Throw the kneaded dough into a large bowl with a lid or tightly covered with plastic wrap.

h_Seal, Rest, and Chill

Refrigerate for at least 1 day, or up to 3 days.

It’s gonna be SO good. (More to follow…)