Gingerhead Pancakes

Ever since foodwriter Tea mentioned gingerbread pancakes over a year ago (she’s since moved on to gingerbread waffles), I’ve been thinking of having them the next time I got to lay around and make D. cook. My birthday seemed a good time for that, since it landed on a Sunday.

Now, I adore gingerbread to a disturbing level, and would probably eat it for at least two meals a day if it were possible to do so and still fit through doorways. The third meal of the day would be composed of pancakes. Having gingerbread AND pancakes joined is indeed the perfect marriage (and possibly a way of saving at least two meals a day for things like plums and kohlrabi salad).

The only possible stem in the ginger is the fact that the pancakes must now be vegan, at least when I’m eating at home, and Tea’s original recipe calls for four eggs, and a quarter pound (!!!) of butter. Vegan pancakes can be tricky, too; I’ve eaten them lovingly and heavily prepared, and wanted fluffy, light cakes that I could load with flavor. And so, I did a bit of thinking.

Alton Brown has a really tasty sounding tempura recipe in which he suggests using seltzer water to make the batter fry up crispy and light. I also considered the fact that beer-battered rolls use the lifting effect of the bubbles to raise them, at least in part. Armed with those fuzzy assumptions, I rummaged in the fridge, and came up with a recipe.

Gingerhead Pancakes

  • 2 C AP flour
  • 1 Tbsp. baking powder, 1/4 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. of salt
  • 1 tbsp. ginger
  • 1/8 tsp. cloves
  • 1/8 tsp. nutmeg
  • 1 C milk – I used soy
  • 1 C gingerbeer
  • 1 Tbsp. oil

In a medium sized bowl, mix your dry ingredients thoroughly. Combine milk, oil, and gingerbeer in a separate measuring cup, and use a spatula to fold it into the dry combination. After this point, I assume you know what to do with pancake batter.


These met with quite a bit of favor! They were light and fluffy and surprisingly tasty. The batch we tried with the Dandelion and Burdock brew of the Fentiman’s wasn’t as clearly gingery, but there are many more experimental herbal drinks where that one came from, and flavor isn’t entirely what we were after with using the effervescent drink — the lift was really good, and that’s what counts. To make these even more gingery, however, a tablespoon of fresh, grated ginger or chopped candied ginger might not come amiss. I can’t wait to try adding granola to these babies, which is my normal practice for pancakes. I like my pancakes light — and lumpy. Strange combo, that, but it works.

We don’t normally drink soda so it was a lucky indulgence that the bottle of Fentiman’s was on hand! We do try to keep a little plain seltzer water in the house, which would work just as well as soda in the batter but you might add a teaspoon of sugar to the mix, just to help the batter brown.

Aaaand, if you’re like us, and live in a country where maple syrup isn’t available without bartering limbs? You can make a reasonably good syrup by yourself. It just takes thinking about it, and a little planning and preparation. Preferably before you realize you want pancakes. Which we did not do. But, oh well. This was our first attempt at vanilla syrup.

Vanilla Syrup

  • 1 C brown sugar
  • 1 C white sugar
  • 1 C agave syrup (or corn, if you prefer)
  • 2 Tbsp. vanilla extract
  • 1 Tbsp. margarine or butter
  • 2 C water
  1. Place vanilla, sugar, and water in a small nonreactive saucepan and stir to combine.
  2. Bring to a gentle boil over medium-high heat. When the mixture boils, stir in butter, reduce heat and simmer until sugar is completely dissolved and syrup is slightly reduced, about 3 to 5 minutes.
  3. Allow to cool, and drain into a bottle for storage, or use warm. The syrup will further thicken as it cools.


The reason we used more than a single type of sugar is to keep the syrup from being able to solidify — combined sugars will keep it flowing. (Unless you have a fridge like ours, and it freezes. sigh.)

Our Martha Stewart-style vanilla is a big old bottle of vodka with scraped vanilla pods shoved in, so it’s quite intense of a flavor, and it really came through in this light and rich syrup. Our success has gotten us a little giddy — we can now imagine a citrus syrup with four tablespoons of lemon zest, and 3/4 c. of lemon juice. Or maybe a pear syrup, with a cup of pear juice to replace the brown sugar, and a teaspoon of cinnamon and one of cloves. Or peach syrup, with cold brewed Earl Grey tea instead of water… Whatever you try, enjoy it, and do tell!

Enjoy your pancakes with grilled fruit (or fresh), nut butter, and the syrup of your (second) choice. If you can’t have maple, this is reallyreally good. And if you can have someone you reallyreally like make all of this for you, then life is really, really sweet.

Garlic Chicken-ish over Rice

You know something’s good when the first, best, and only picture of it is when it’s half-gone, and you can’t really stop to go plate another serving just to make it look pretty. This is one of those cases. Oh, my, this was good … and, by “was,” I mean that there’s none left and our my tongue is strained from licking the bowl.

Garlic Chicken-ish over Rice:
For the “chicken”:

  • 1 yellow onion, diced
  • 1/2 red bell pepper, julienned
  • 3 large mushrooms, halved and thinly sliced
  • 4 servings of chicken substitute of your choice (Quorn pieces, in this case)

For the sauce:

  • 1/2 cup Soy “Cream”
  • 1/4 cup Tofu Sour Cream
  • 2 cups soy milk
  • 4 cloves garlic, finely diced
  • 1 tsp onion powder
  • about 20 grinds of black pepper
  • 1/8 tsp thyme
  • 1 tsp dried chives
  1. Sautee first group of ingredients over high heat until they’re well caramelized, making sure they don’t burn.
  2. Whisk up second group of ingredients.
  3. Turn flame off of first group of ingredients (it’s OK to leave the pan in the same place on the stove, though). You do not want to cook the sauce. Really. Bad idea.
  4. Pour second ingredients over the first, using the liquid to deglaze the pan.
  5. Serve over rice.

This took about 10 minutes to make – and that was ’cause we wash our rice & cook it on the stovetop!

To Boil or To Bake?

When we were less experimental with our cooking adventures, we still played around with making seitan (although we just called it gluten, which … is what it is). We then discovered the Gluten of Greatness recipe, and kinda went crazy with the whole thing, because we could bake it, instead of boiling it. We experimented around a bit right away, and have continued to make this as a simpler staple than many of the purchased meat substitutes.

Well, the thing is, that baked gluten gets … well, a bit old, after a while. We got to wondering: could we boil it? Funny, how it’s all come full circle. We’re not going to go back to the days of hand-washing flour any time soon (although it does make for some mighty tender gluten – sort of like smooth veal, really). But we’re also not going to be revisiting the baked variety any time soon, because boiled is really so much more tender!

Follow your recipe as if you’re going to bake the stuff, but stop rather than forming into a log. Chop it into chunks, dump it in some boiling broth for about 45 minutes, and you’re there. You now have something which can be sliced into thin strips and used in stir-fry, breaded and baked to be cutlets … whatever you’d do with a meat substitute, really.

It’s not as concentrated of a flavor as some of the baked ones (particularly the one we did with all the garlic in it), but it’s a much preferable texture, at least to us, who grew up with it like this. I was going to say it’s like mama made … except that, more often than not, it was me doing the dough washing.

Food Is the New Sex? & Other Minor Ramblings

Reading as widely as we do for academic and research purposes, occasionally we come across some really interesting things unrelated to anything but our hobbies. The latest we found is an article from the Hoover Institution which discusses the phenomenon of food as the new sex.

The rationale is that people are as nosy and busybodyish about their neighbors’ food choices as 1950’s America was about their neighbors’ sexual choices. Since we weren’t even yet the germ of a glimmer in our mamas’ eyes in 1950, that attitude is completely foreign and thoroughly creepy to us — who’s going to get involved in anyone else’s sexual choices? — but then, we thought about it a little more, and wondered.

We’re low-level foodies, and when we wanted to experiment with veganism, we mentioned it to other foodie friends who are a little more high maintenance — and received a lot of feedback from people, positively and negatively. You’d think what we put into our mouths would be our business, but the way some people reacted, you’d have thought they were dairy farmers and we were canceling a major account with them. We all, to a certain extent, proselytize about our food choices — oh, you’ve got to try Cowgirl Creamery feta! or, You should really go to Hector’s stand at the Santa Rosa Farmer’s Market — but since the advent of locavore-ism and the spread of ideas about provenance and terroir, of all things, the proselytizing has taken on some didactic tones. “Don’t you know the mercury level of that tuna? How can you justify having plums at this time of year? Do you know the food miles it takes to fly that fruit from Peru?”

I don’t think the locavore idea is wrong, nor do I think mindfulness about food miles nor seasonal eating is something completely ridiculous. There are schools of thought about it — there’s a good argument that growing everything on your own and not trucking in warm weather fruits from, say, a tropical region, is less resource-intensive than growing them in a local garden or personal greenhouse, and there’s an idea that shifting one’s dietary choices a couple of days a week is better for the environment and the pocket book — all viable options, and all very, very interesting to discuss.

Still I don’t see the connection to sex — sorry. I would be thoroughly squicked out to know a THING about you and your sex life — just don’twannaknow. But you know, this angst and argument does sound to me like something as familiar as my middle name… religion.

Food as the new religion. This would amuse a whole bunch of my high-level foodie friends acquaintances who consider themselves strictly agnostic, but their shrill superiority, their fewer-food-miles-than-thou smugness, and their, shall we say, righteous zeal in seeking out and preaching to — and condemning — those of us who they feel aren’t doing right reminds me of what some people feel religion is all about.


It’s an interesting article, anyway, and I share it only because it caught my attention as another aspect of the crazy world in which we live. I already know myself to be pretty mellow about what other people do with their lives, but this reminds me to share only the joy of a new food or idea, and not the snippy, angsty, “don’t you know you should”-ness of any new idea or concept I come across. This is also a good reminder that a.) ideas and points of view change, for better or for worse, and b.) it’s okay not to be rigid in pursuing the best way to eat or live. I’ll continue to listen and read and weigh what information I get, make the best choice for the moment for myself, and let the rest fall away.


*gasp!* Why, yes, you do see a teensy bit of knitting taking place! So far, the only things I can contemplate doing are small bags with woven bottoms, but that’s progress! The creative spirit is not thoroughly dead. Huzzah!

Cauliflower Pickles

Our CSA has been bringing us cauliflower lately. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be a problem, as we’d just whiz it up into a soup. Somehow, though, we’re tired of soup. This poor cauliflower had been sitting around for a week, now, and our box delivery comes again today. So, what to do … well, we’re not going to freeze it (the freezer is full, at the moment). So, we decided to pickle it! That way our house won’t end up smelling like … like what cauliflower smells like when it’s cooking, and we’ll have something spicy as a side-dish.




Hot/Sweet Cauliflower Pickles

  • 1 head cauliflower, separated into florettes (or 1/2 florettes)
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 cup distilled white vinegar
  • 1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
  • 1 tsp yellow mustard seeds
  • 1 tsp brown mustard seeds
  • 1 Tbsp chile flakes
  • 1.5 tsp salt
  • 10 allspice berries
  • 20 peppercorns
  • 1/2 tsp caraway seeds
  1. Blanch cauliflower for 1 minute and remove to an appropriate spot to let them cool.
  2. Bring all of your other ingredients to a boil in a nonreactive vessel (we used a glass teapot).
  3. Pack cauliflower into a spring-top, glass jar.
  4. Pour your hot liquid into the jar, leaving enough room for the lid to close without displacing any of the liquid. (Rescue any leftover spices, placing them in with the cauliflower).
  5. Snap the lid closed, wait for it to cool, and remove to a cool place.

Based on a recipe by Alton Brown

We had about 1/4 cup liquid over what we needed, so it’s a close thing – if your cauliflower is on the small side, you may want to double the liquid (you’ll see, in the picture, that I had a bit too much liquid even so … and had to remove some to close the jar). Also, the original recipe says to refrigerate … but we’re thinking that, hey, it barely gets above freezing during the day, so our wonderfully single-paned window ought to keep this cool enough (whereas the refrigerator might freeze it, depending on the mood it’s in).

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: We like things hot. WE don’t think they’re hot … but, chances are, you WILL. Unless you’re into hot things. If you’re not … drop the quantity of pepper flakes to about 1 tsp.

Do They Have That There?


Cholula. It’s one of those things that just can’t be picked up at the corner store, here in Glasgow. I have no idea why this should be, as it’s truly a fabulous condiment: plenty of flavor, yet not a total salt-bomb like other pepper sauces. Their online store warns, though, that “due to varying ‘Customs Procedures’, we do not assume responsibility for delays in shipment.” Don’t you just love the big old quotes around “Customs Procedures?” They deserve the quotes, though, so we’ll be smuggling hand-carrying ours as often as possible.

If anybody knows anybody who’s making a trip to the States soon … let us know? We’re halfway through our stash, and we’ve only been back a month.

UPDATE: Cholula is apparently sold at Lupe Pintos, here in Glasgow, less than a mile from us! Yay!

Vegan "Sour Cream"



One of the things we’ve wished for, in our move towards being vegan (aside from cheese), has been sour cream. This has been particularly true when eating anything resembling Mexican food. I’m sure you can see where this is going, but before we get there, let’s ask, “Why didn’t we think of this earlier?” It’s not like there aren’t other products out there (e.g. Nayonnaise, soy salad dressings, etc.) which were pointing the way.

But we’ll just chalk this lack of imagination up to the fact that when I’m not working, studying, on my way to the university (taking pictures along the way), I’m editing those photographs. Life … has gotten very busy. Sorry for the lack of creative food & crafts here, as of late, in other words.

This can hardly be called a recipe, really, but here it is, based on something found out there in the great random-recipe-regurgitator known as Google.

Vegan Sour Cream:

  1. 1 block silken tofu
  2. 2 Tbsp lime juice
  3. 1 tsp oil-of-your-choice
  4. 2 tsp distilled vinegar
  5. 1/8 tsp salt
  6. 1 tsp sugar

Notes:

  1. It doesn’t matter if it’s firm or soft tofu, it just has to be silken.
  2. You could use lemon juice instead of lime juice – the original recipe did – but we had lime on hand, so that was the choice.
  3. Adjust the oil quantity to match your taste for the richness of sour cream. The original recipe called for 1 Tbsp of oil, which we cut to 2 tsp, and was still a bit much.
  4. The quantity of vinegar … really didn’t seem to matter. We added more and it didn’t have anywhere near the impact of adding more lime juice, so feel free to omit it altogether.
  5. Feel free to adjust this upwards, as well, to possibly 1/2 tsp or so. We tend to skimp on the salt & add it on an individual basis.
  6. We did it. We’re confused by it. We may omit it next time, because … well, is sour cream really at all sweet?

Blend it with an immersion blender (or whatever you’ve got) until it’s creamy and adjusted to your taste.

It couldn’t be easier, and is absolutely wonderful. The lime is a wonderful addition, particularly for use with Mexican food.

A Kohlrabi Pickle

Branston is a well-known brand of savory foodstuff people here in the UK enjoy. They make what’s called Branston Pickle, which is pickled …stuff. The wisdom of Wikipedia™ assures me it’s “swede (rutabaga),carrots, onions, cauliflower and gherkins pickled in a sauce made from vinegar, tomato, apple and dates with spices such as mustard, coriander, garlic, cinnamon, pepper, cloves, nutmeg and cayenne pepper.” That’s actually quite a few more vegetables than I expected.

Because of the dates, and perhaps because of the tomatoes, this pickle stuff is a brown, sticky sauce that’s horribly sweet — horribly to my mind, anyway, because in the land of pickles, I’m a dyed-true dill girl, and I loathe sweet gherkins or cornichons. I’ve often been offered pickle-and-cheese sandwiches here, and then regretted accepting them, having forgotten that pickle here is not the same as pickle elsewhere. But I digress! The reason I called this post Kohlrabi Pickle is because we eat our kohlrabi…vaguely pickled. Kind of pickled. At its best, it’s crunchy and salty-sweet and tangy, and lovely. And it’s kohlrabi.

I admit that I’ve never eaten kohlrabi cooked. It’s a Brassica member, and just smells too much like broccoli when it’s cooking, which, as you know, smells like something old from the bottom of the trash. Our CSA sent out a recipe for kohlrabi curry in their last vegetable box, which we greeted with the suspicion it deserved. “It’s not actually a root vegetable, no matter what they think,” I thought to myself darkly. “It grows on top of the ground.

Most of the time when people get kohlrabi in their veggie boxes, they’re a little terrified. Nobody seems to know what to do with it. Wrongly, the Germans consider that stuffing it with pork and seasonings is a good idea. The people who purée it are wrong, as are those who braise, boil, stir-fry, or foil-wrap and grill it. Covering it in cream, sautéeing it with oily fish, frying it into cakes and serving it with chicken, or seasoning it with ginger and cinnamon and baking it for a brunch — no, no, no.

Kohlrabi – ur doin it rong.

The only way to eat kohlrabi is raw.

Observe: Here is how we eat kohlrabi.

  1. Peel, skin, and julienne your kohlrabi.
  2. Make some kind of peppery sauce including vinegar. This is the pickle-y bit.
  3. Eat it.

That is all.

Oh, all right, all right. I concede, in the face of finger-pointing, stomping, whining, raging foodies, that perhaps, and just maybe there are other ways of eating kohlrabi. Maybe in …oh, empanadas. Or something. But mostly, you people are just wrong if you’re not eating it at all. That I won’t take back. You should be eating this.

I used to be one of you. I was frankly scared of kohlrabi, because it looks like the feathered appendages of a molting alien — the purple ones were worse more than the whitish green ones. It smelled weird, the leaves were rubbery looking, and it was too unfamiliar, so my internal nine-year-old said, “Oh, no, no, no,” and that was that.

People! Do not let the nine-year-old run your life! She was wrong about boys, too.

(Well, maybe not all wrong about boys.)

Kohlrabi can be eaten much like som tam, or green papaya salad, without the fish sauce (unless you want that). The spiciness of the chili flakes combined with the sweetness of honey or agave, the saltiness of soy sauce, and the piercing tang of vinegar — makes it simply delish. You can add julienned green beans, chopped cilantro, bean sprouts, match-sticked green onions, a few slices of seeded tomato, a spritz of olive oil and a handful of chopped peanuts, if you’re not in a hurry. If you just want to take your kohlrabi straight, though, while you’ve got your head in a book, you need no other vegetable to make it a very tasty, crunchy, peppery-sweet fresh salad. Your pictures won’t be quite as photogenic that way, but you should be eating it, and not taking stupid pictures anyway (note the half-eaten bowl, there).

I am startlingly enthusiastic about kohlrabi, and I really think everyone should eat some. Now.

Go on, then.

And, okay: if you actually have some recipes that include kohlrabi cooked that you’re absolutely positive a.) don’t smell like the bottom of someone’s intestinal tract and b.) don’t taste yuck, my inner nine-year-old is taking suggestions in the comment section. But she’s only reading them, and probably turning her nose up, and going outside to clomp around in her boots and kick rocks in the alley. (She tends to be grumpy when not reading fantasy novels and stuffing herself with banana bread.)


Further Evidences of a Really Bizarre Universe: Knitter graffiti.

Further Evidences of a Really Good Universe: food blogger Pille and K’s new sous chef. Congratulations, she’s a gorgeous little dish!

Crunchy Granola

Ah, university days.

Or, for me, it was high school days, and possibly elementary school days.

My name is Tadmack, and I’m a cereal-a-holic.

And isn’t knowing half the battle?

I always thought that admitting it was the other half, but we all work on our sobriety cereal issues in different ways, right? Let’s all be generous here. This is a safe place.

Every food blogger has those low moments, don’t they, when trying to create another picturesque meal just isn’t in the cards? When they have ten thousand pages to read and write up before May, or suddenly the end of January is looming, and they’ve blown past all of their self-made deadlines, and a real one is approaching at a fast clip? Things are busy. The laundry is piling up, and it’s a choice between clean socks or a perfectly photographed meal. The smart money is on doing laundry with a bowl of cereal cradled in your lap while you turn pages in your book, with the dryer chugging along in the background. Cereal is the king queen president of foods, especially when you’re busy.

But, not just any cereal. Not that sugar-frosted crap that cuts up your gums. Let’s be realistic. This is a food blog, and anything with the word “captain” or “count” in it doesn’t count as such.

Now, any cereal-a-holic knows that The Really Good Stuff is expensive. Anything that contains actual fruit or more than one kind of grain, anything that goes by the fancy Swiss moniker of “muesli” is going to cost you. But before you dig out all the change in your couch and blow your stash on something pricey, think about this: You could just make your own. Museli — which is untoasted and uncoated — or granola, which is coated with melted sugar and is toasted — either way, making your own excellent meal-in-a-minute is really simple. You already know what The Good Stuff has got in it, right?

Pretty Decent Granola (Base)

(Adapted from a recipe courtesy of Alton Brown)

  • 3 cups rolled oats
  • 1 cup roughly chopped almonds
  • 3/4 cup flax seeds
  • 1/4 cup shredded sweet coconut
  • 1/4 cup dark brown sugar
  • 2 tablespoons coconut milk or water
  • 1/4 cup vegetable oil
  • 3/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup raisins
  • 1/2 cup dried apricots, chopped
  • 1/2 c. cranberries, dried
  • 1/2 c. dried pineapple, blueberries, or anything else you think goes

Basic directions, feel free to disregard

  1. Preheat oven to 250 degrees F.
  2. In a large bowl, combine the oats, nuts, flax, coconut, and brown sugar.

    In a separate bowl, combine maple syrup, oil, and salt. Combine both mixtures and pour onto 2 sheet pans, or else bake in separate batches. Do not make the mistake of thinking that shoving it all into one pan will work. A word to the wise, here. Cook for 45 minutes, stirring every 15 minutes or so to achieve an even color.

  3. During the last fifteen minutes, you can add your dried apricot to this mixture if it’s particularly sticky, but otherwise, don’t add any of your fruit. You know what burnt raisins taste like? I do. You’d think I could actually pay attention and think things through before just dumping everything into a pan, but the call of the cereal is hard to resist… sigh
  4. Remove from oven and transfer into a large bowl. Add raisins and mix until evenly distributed.


Now you can safely go back to trying frantically to finish whatever it is you procrastinated on so badly that you had to eat cereal for dinner. You’ll find that muesli is even easier to make, as it doesn’t involve any of those pesky toasting options, and you can just leave your options open to add sugar to individual servings or not. (I’d skip the maple syrup, oil and salt altogether, however.)

Making your own granola is so very much less expensive than buying it at the store, you’ll wonder why you don’t do it all the time.

And then you’ll look down at your procrastinated on projects, and you’ll know the answer.

*sigh