Cranberry Muffins

I thought it appropriate that, for post number 99, I should throw a recipe out there. After all, this site’s about not being able to bake things as often as we’d like, at least in part. So, without further ado, and for Writegrrrl because of the loss of her email:

Cranberry Muffins:

  • 1C Xylitol
  • 2C Sugar
  • 6C White Whole Wheat Flour (King Arthur), Sifted
  • 2/3C Flaxseed, Ground
  • 3C Water
  • 1 Orange’s Zest, finely chopped
  • 1 Orange’s Juice
  • 1 Tbsp Vanilla
  • 2 Packages Cranberries
  • 1C Candied Ginger, Chopped
  • 5 Cloves
  • 1 Inch Cinnamon Stick
  • 1 “Arm” of Star Anise
  • 8 Allspice Berries
  • 2 Tbsp Baking Powder
  • 1/2 Tbsp Salt

Grind spices along with Flaxseed and add to the water, orange, vanilla, sugars. Mix in everything else until you have a smooth batter – you could go “muffin method” here, or could mix until it’s as smooth as cake batter. Either way, it works. After all that, add in the cranberries, drop into muffin tins and/or cake pans, and bake at 350 until a toothpick comes out cleanly.

The Skinny on Hominy – or Posole

You got me thinking about hominy.

I have had a yen for those roasted garbanzos, and since I got questions about that great hominy thing, I now want them, too!

Hominy, also known as posole, or pozole: large kernels of blue or white corn that has been treated with slaked lime to remove the tough outer husks of the kernels. It’s corn without the germ, it’s the same stuff used to make grits and hasty pudding.

And let me tell you: hominy is tasty. It’s the ultimate comfort food, marginally healthy, but good for a treat.

Like garbanzo beans, hominy comes in cans. Drained and patted dry and oven roasted, they will approach the goodness that they have in Peruvian cuisine; somehow at the Peruvian restaurant, the skin seems to be intact. I’m still in search of a recipe for the oven roasted, curry-seasoned roasted snacks and I’ve found them sold dry roasted like chips… stay tuned; I’m still looking for a recipe…!

Better than Fair Trade

Knitting last night, I happened to flip channels to Link TV. They’re doing some sort of pledge drive, but despite the pledge drive bits they were managing to air a good piece on Fair Trade Coffee, and also a group called the Community Agroecology Network. They’re a nonprofit corporation which will arrange for you to buy coffee directly from the farmers. No middle-men … well, actually, there is one middleman: the cooperative. The cooperative blends, roasts, and ships the coffee directly to the consumer, while retaining a portion to provide scholarships to the farmers’ kids. Not much of a middle-man, in my book.

Now, If you know me, you know that I’m … well, into coffee. I’ve gone through dozens if not hundreds of varieties in search of that perfect cup: one which is equally tasty with milk or soy, or with no creamer, sweetened or unsweetened, hot or cold … and straight out of the French press, day-old, for those mornings when I just can’t stop to make up a fresh pot and must get out the door in a hurry. Much to my chagrin, I’m probably going to have to investigate a new coffee. After my long trials, I’d settled on Ravensbrew’s Espresso Chocolón, which is a sustainably grown, shade grown, “relationship” coffee. However, in keeping with the idea that middlemen basically do what the postal service does, but at a much higher price … I’m going to have to at least taste this other coffee.

I also told my CSA about it, so that maybe the CSA could distribute coffee in their weekly produce boxes, and we’d get a broader audience for this type of coffee purchasing. Because, even if I don’t end up liking the coffee as well, it’s something worth of pursuing.

When you really look at the coffee market (second largest in the world, only behind Petroleum), you find that Nestle, Kraft, Proctor and Gamble, and Sara Lee are the current Big Four of coffee importers, providing about 80% of the United States’ coffee. Kraft … which would be a piece of a company named Altria, which used to be named Phillip Morris. Yup, your coffee’s brought to you by the guys who really didn’t believe you could get cancer from smoking … and still don’t, probably. Here’re the brands which I’m familiar with, and who owns them:

  • Gevalia, Maxwell House, Sanka, Yuban (Altria aka. Phillip Morris (via Kraft Foods))
  • Folgers and Millstone (Procter & Gamble)
  • Nescafé, Nespresso, Taster’s Choice (Nestle)
  • Senseo (Sara Lee)

You can check out The Coffee Geek to learn more about how the story of the coffee markets, or you can check out Wikipedia to take a look at who owns your morning cuppa. More than that, though, as interesting as it is … you could get on over to the Community Agroecology Network to learn about the folks who actually produce your coffee.

Tomorrow, you can think about where your chocolate comes from.

Kitchens and Foodies and Thoughts, Oh My…

It’s been awhile since I’ve been here, and I can’t honestly say it’s for any reason other than the fact that lately I have been having Huge Food Issues, and I got that post-holiday guilt-thing kicking in, which made me avoid mirrors, closets and scales for a bit. (What I should have been avoiding was the bloody TV. Could we STOP with the Slimfast ads, for just a week or two? Sheesh.) Now that my brain is safely back inside my body (or hovering nearby), we rejoin my daily obsession already in progress…

My buddy Jackie got the new Joy of Cooking, and man, am I jealous. (Yes, I am a cookbook whore.) She shifts the recipes just a titch to make them workable for a vegan-veggie type, and has reminded me of something I adore: roasted chickpeas. I first had them in a Peruvian restaurant, mixed with roasted and salted hominy, and I’ve been striving to recapture that nutty, addictive tastiness ever since. The Peruvian folks probably fried their bar snacks instead of baking them, but I’m going to simply:

1.) Open and rinse a can of garbanzo beans,

2.) Turn them out onto a pan, and pat them a bit dry;

3.) Spritz them with a bit of olive oil, and sprinkle them with a tiny bit of salt, onion powder, curry powder, and turmeric,

4.) Oven roast them in a preheated, 400 degree oven for approximately (depending on your oven) thirty minutes, opening the oven to shake it about every ten minutes,

5.) Serve with chopped cilantro and lemon juice spritzed onto their crackly outsides, and inhale. Yum.

These chickpeas are tasty with the hominy (treated in the selfsame way) or mixed with raisins and dark chocolate chips as movie munchies. (Okay – if you like salt and sweet tastes together, this works. Otherwise, just ignore me.)

Been checking out some interesting blogs lately. Mac’s already remarked on the Post Punk People, and my find is Yeah, That Vegan Sh*t, a site about all things vegan, and Vegan Core, way fun because it has pretty pictures and plenty of recipes. I expect I’ll visit that one repeatedly; I’m always intrigued by people who test recipes and change them to suit. So much less work for me!

And speaking of less work – in my continuing quest to figure out what to do with that Vegemite, I’ve actually stuck my finger in it, and given it a taste. It’s really … not half bad. I’m still not up to it on toast (sorry, T&C), but it may have a future as more than just a soup base. My favorite use for it thus far? As a non powder form yeast in scrambled tofu. Here’s my updated take on it:

SCRAMBLED TOFU

1 lb. medium tofu (medium is better, for me – some prefer firm)

1 tbsp. oil, or use your sprayer as needed.

2 tbsp. snipped chives

1 tsp. onion powder, turmeric and curry powder

one crumbled sage leaf

1 tsp. Vegemite

After rinsing the tofu, I grab it in my fist and basically crumple it up. I toss the chunky bits into my lightly oiled pan and sprinkle heavily with onion powder and more lightly with turmeric and curry. The turmeric will give it a yellowy color that makes some people feel better about eating non-eggs. I then add the Vegemite, and let it soften in the heat before stirring it in. It adds both saltiness and a nice depth of flavor. Finish with the snipped chives and voilá!

Some people enjoy finely diced mushrooms in their scrambled tofu, grated carrots and other items. Imagine it as a chicken-egg omelet, and let your tastes be your guide. I prefer to keep it simple, unless I make this as a brunch item, then I really jazz it up, adding herbs and cheeses and Tofurky Italian sausages. I’ve heard chopped spinach and roasted sweet potato added to it is tasty… ah, to each their very own.

The remodel galumphs on… It’s definitely not galloping in any way, shape, or form. Still, it’s had its high points. We had a great little visit to KWW Kitchens & Baths in San Leandro, where we walked through Kitchen/Bath heaven, at least from the point of view of myriad cabinets, huge slabs of fabricated stone counter tops, slick modern fixtures, and more. It was well worth the trip down I-880, because it was really quite inexpensive. Most of the goods are likely from China, and we opted to go with real granite tiles on the counter instead of a fabricated slab, but it’s a definite check-it-out for Bay Area folks. (If you look at our remodel pics, you’ll see how it looks.) Of course, I feel quite scarred that we will not able to put an Aga range in our new kitchen, as Minty and Simon from Posh Nosh urged us to do. Alas, we ordinary mortals must make do without the hundred year old range that the fabulous Marchmont’s have at Crowe Hall, their house in Upper Berkshire which was built in 1685… sigh.

I think our builders over-estimated how easy this was going to be… now with tightly fitting cabinets (Mac is an EXACT mathematician; I think he has quite terrified the builders), ancient plumbing and cracked copper pipes, and the odd drooping ceiling, I believe they’re getting a little worried about the timetable. They thought they could fully gut and rebuild a tiny kitchen in just a week. Now we’re on to day five… two to go. They swear it’ll all be functioning on Monday. We’ll see. Meanwhile, the bamboo flooring is on order, and we expect it to be ready to go down on the floor by March. Hope springs eternal…

Scattered Thoughts

Today I happened across The Home of Mathematical Knitting. Quite a fascinating site, really, if a bit … well, off-beat as far as the types of things I’d ordinarily see myself knitting. Interesting, though. More along my lines of interest (for immediate use) is the article over on Fleegle’s Blog on Charting Knit Patterns with Excel. Links there for downloading fonts for use in making patterns & all sorts of other goodies.

Also, I’ve been directed to go over to the Post Punk Kitchen, to check out “Vegetarian cooking & vegan baking with no attitude.” What’s the point if you can’t get all righteous about it, I ask? We’ll see. There’s a cook-book associated with the site, and there’re recipes there, of course. I’m actually glad that there’s not the attitude, as that’s what usually keeps me away from identifying as a vegetarian / almost-vegan … the attitude towards that “almost” is truly difficult to bear.

I was pointed to a cool online cartoon site called Married To The Sea. I must point the way towards two cartoons: I Hate Voting, and Keep Going.

There. Now that the scattered thoughts are out of my head and into the hive-mind, I can get back to the grind … after grinding some coffee, that is.

Kabocha Pasta

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Our lovely CSA (Riverdog Farm) had given us Kabocha squash several weeks in a row, so we had to do something with it. This is one of the reasons why we belong to a CSA, and one of the recurring challenges with our weekly produce box. Every Wednesday we pick up the box of produce, not knowing what’s in it, and every week we try to use it all up. Or, well, give it away, if it’s something particularly wrong, like that absolutely disgusting Romanesque Broccoli.

In any event, we’ve got all of this squash. So, we baked it, pureed it, and turned it into noodles. Basically, take semolina flour, give it a spin in the food processor with the cutting blade and your herbs (fresh rosemary, onion maybe), and then add your squash. When things have come together into a somewhat moist ball, pull it out and refrigerate overnight. (The resting step doesn’t have to go overnight, but it hydrates the flour quite well, and will make the noodling process easier.) Divide the dough into manageable bits, roll out, run through your pasta roller if you’ve got one, or simply roll as thinly as you can, and cut with a pizza cutter. You’re done, there, but we went the extra step of laying them out for our food dehydrator & running them overnight, so that they’d store well.

Nice, toothsome, thick noodles. Relatives took them all.

To find more about CSA’s, check out KQED’s Blog Entry about them.

Candied Walnuts

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Nuts are supposed to be good for you and all … and I suppose they don’t lose any of their virtue if they’re candied, right?

A friend gave us a large bag of walnuts, saying that they didn’t know what to do with them. So, we took them home and did some thinking. We thought that if we were to candy them then we’d be able to share. Yes. That’s what we thought. They never made it out of the house.

The “recipe” for candied walnuts isn’t really all that deep. The one thing which made the real difference in flavor? That’d be having blanched the walnuts in boiling water first, to remove the tannins from the skin of the meat. It turned the water a nasty brownish color, and the walnuts ended up quite pale in color. From there, it was a matter of letting them dry & mixing up some caramel.

For the caramel, we added some molasses (1/4 cup), sugar (2 cups), water (1/8 cup), and spices (cayenne pepper, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, cloves, salt) to a pot and let it go until it was well above the Hard Ball stage, to 265 degrees Fahrenheit. Take it off the heat at this point and carefully add in about 1 tsp vanilla extract. Then just dump the sugar over the nuts in a large bowl, mix until coated, dump out on parchment, and wait. After a couple of hours the caramel will have sugared out a bit, leaving you with something almost the consistency of maple sugar coating the nuts.

Cayenne pepper makes them quite addictive. Don’t leave it out, and don’t be chicken about it, either. We think that it’s what kept these from being gifts … and we’re glad that we don’t get walnuts all that often!

VegeTales: The Dark Side

Eventually, it happens.

You go straight home without stopping to pick up the makings for supper. You collapse at the end of the week, rheumy eyed and shuffling, and absolutely cannot face the five o’clock crowd at your neighborhood Safeway, Whole Foods, Tesco or Raley’s. When your resistance is lowest, and a couch-coma with a hot drink seems to be a distant mirage, it will strike: that loving, hopeful helpfulness. That dewey-eyed affection. That off-hand offer.

“Oh, I’ll go to the store, hon.”

Oh, it sounds innocent enough. It’s all very loving and sweet. But then he goes to the store. He’s gone for more than an hour. He comes home laden with bags, nine-tenths of what you didn’t need. He protests, “Well, you let me go by myself,” which puts the blame all back on you. And this time, he’s really done it. This time, you’ve ended up with… Vegemite.

(Cue danger music.)


Now, it’s a … food. Of sorts. Wikifolk say it’s made from leftover brewers’ yeast extract, a by-product of beer. In October of 2006, there was some huge internet flap about the U.S. banning it, but no, it’s still stocked quite freely on my grocery store shelf — someone just started that rumor about Customs checking people for fun (The U.S. Customs and Border Protection states on its website that “there is no known prohibition on the importation of Vegemite” and “there is no official policy within CBP targeting Vegemite for interception.”). But now that it’s staring me in the face — something that’s always been available, but never purchased — I don’t really know… yet… what to do with it.

Granted, we routinely use smoked nutritional yeast (which appears to be a by-product of paper production — who knew we ate recycled food?) as a flavoring; (it works well with tofu), and we even grew Shitakes, once, in the kitchen, for fun, so it’s not like we don’t know from fungi. I’m just… okay, it’s in this thick brown jar, and it’s oily and deeply sticky and disturbing. I’m not sure where to take it from here. All the Australians I’ve known like it on… toast. Um, maybe not for me. Soup bases, I can see, but vegemite on toast seems to be the equivalent of eating bouillon on toast, from the look of it. Sodium lovers might enjoy, but I think I need a few more options.

After roaming around fruitlessly on the web, I finally made a foray onto the vegemite recipe site and came up with some options.

Roast Pumpkin And Leek Risotto

Serves: 4

Preparation: 10-15 mins

Cooking: 40 mins

500g butternut pumpkin (by which I assume they mean squash?), cut into cubes

olive oil spray

1 teaspoon butter

1 leek, sliced and washed

125g rashers bacon, rind removed and chopped

(Who knew bacon had rinds!? I’d better improvise…)

1 clove garlic, crushed

11/4 cups short grain rice

1 tablespoon VEGEMITE

1 litre (4 cups) boiling water pepper, to taste

1/4 cup finely chopped parsley

40g butter (Haven’t we already had butter?!)

shredded Parmesan cheese

SPRAY pumpkin with olive oil spray and bake at 200ºC for 25-30 minutes or until golden. Heat butter in a pan and cook the sliced leek, bacon and garlic for 2-3 minutes or until bacon is browned.

ADD rice and stir for 2 minutes or until coated in butter mixture. Stir in combined Vegemite and water. Bring to boil, reduce heat and simmer uncovered for 10-15 minutes, stirring occasionally until water is absorbed and rice is cooked.

REMOVE from heat and stir in pepper, parsley, and butter. Spoon into serving bowls and top with shredded Parmesan. Serve immediately.

I came up with a few more options — they run the gamut from just the bread-and-butter on toast plus Vegemite, to the stripes of Vegemite and melty cheese to Vegemite … milkshakes. Which sound to me like a horrible, terrible mistake. I still can’t force myself to taste the stuff on the edge of a spoon — it just smells too strong for that — but I’m off to the kitchen, and I’ll let you know how it goes.

More Dinner Theater, or Why I Shouldn’t Experiment When Starving

Ah, brave, new year, which doth clutch me to its thin, ascetic breast!

All hail the month of diets! Success to Maki, a most excellent food writer who is now going to make an awe-inspiring attempt to stop food obsessing and lose weight. With such inspiration, we lesser mortals surely cannot fail. Since we still have to eat, though, I’ve decided it’s soup time, and in honor of the god Janus, and his apparent amused affection for the devotion of starving, cranky people, I’m going to try to make broccoli soup — sans eggs, parmesan, Gruyère, butter, and cream — and still make it tasty. (Isn’t it sad that the list of ingredients I’m leaving OUT sound so tasty!? Bring on the white wine and mustard, and we can just have some kind of pasta. Oooh, yum.)

First, may I just say that broccoli is world’s nastiest vegetable when it’s overcooked!? Which, sadly probably happens every fifteen seconds in our fair state, not to mention around the world. To get around the idea of gross-green-soup-of-overcooked-veg, I’ve thought to roast the broccoli first. It’s not that novel an idea – it’s just laziness, really, calling me. I’m reading Diana Wynn Jones. I’m having a lovely old escapist, childhood time. I don’t want to be bothered. That’s why God made oven timers…

So, here’s the plan: I chop up two heads of broccoli, peel the stems (there’s good stuff in there, according to my Food Boyfriend Jacques, and anyway it’s wasteful to not use such hugely menacing stalks when I won’t even have to look at them or even chew.) add some garlic, some shallots and/or garlic cloves, spritz lightly with oil, and let them go in a 400° oven for twenty minutes, then stir, and let them go another ten. After that, it’s a small and simple matter to put the limp veg into the blender and beat them to death, while boiling up your soup base. My soups tend to be non cream-based, and since I’m making a creamy broccoli soup, not cream of broccoli, I will just use a bouillon cube, 1/4 cup of wine, 1 c. water, and 1 tsp. of diluted cornstarch or arrowroot powder.

My only slight concern is the color… I have to admit some squeamishness regarding baby-poo colored broccoli soup, and since I used a leftover purple cauliflower, we’re already having some color, erm, issues… I have a feeling that in the end the soup will oxidize slightly once cooked and whizzed down. I don’t know where I get this idea; broccoli seems to be entirely impervious to anything else like, oh, bugs and things in the garden — it’s tough as nails, generally, so I don’t know why I think it will fall apart and go brown on me, but I’m sure I’m just repressing some awful vegan-childhood experience… at any rate, I am hoping that the wine will help keep the color intact, but just to be in the safe side, I’ll squeeze a couple of limes into the whole thing, garnish with chili flakes and then a few dry-fried shallots on top. I can top it with plain yogurt or cottage cheese and feel virtuous.

Unless I thaw out one of those fabulous rosemary flatbreads Mac made and top it with cheese and veg and for all intents and purposes turn my ascetic soup meal into soup with PIZZA…

Ahem. Not that that’s going to happen. For another hour or so…

Cheers!

Surviving Nasty Soup

Soup: one of those dishes that seems so easy… and can be so good. And then it can totally, fully, thoroughly screw up on you. It’s the alchemical thing, methinks. Some of us want to just throw everything and the kitchen sink in there. Consider mi papí, with his penchant for flinging fleshy huge mushrooms in EVERYTHING, or mi mama, with that unholy Creole trinity of green bell peppers, onions and celery — and I loathe bitter green bells and celery cooked. Shudder. Those were the soups of my childhood — limp, overcooked vegetables in a watery broth; or horrible broccoli soups with garish flavors all competing; soups layered with some floaty unidentifiable green stuff with a green bitterness undergirding it all. Long ago I determined that these are not the soups I will spend my adult life eating.

One of the best things I’ve discovered with soups is that it’s not too hard to tell what things go together, and what things don’t. Summer soups are easy — chuck fresh veggies in a clear broth, and serve with tortilla strips and a sprinkling of cheese or croûtons, and you’re good to go. Corn soup, fresh tomato gazpacho — yum. In the autumn, it becomes only slightly more complex: beans generally go with other beans, and tomatoes. (The Italians do that well with minestrone, or Pasta y fagioli.) Root vegetables go with root vegetables — carrots and potatoes go nicely with onions, and the Germans have even been known to add apples to that mix. (Or sweet potatoes and chestnuts! Mmmm!) It may not be to your particular taste, but they go well together, or well enough, anyway. Winter squashes make great creamy soups into which you can add pears or apples, and dried tomatoes make a great creamy soup all alone. It’s just when you start mixing things like broccoli, cabbage, tomatoes, mushrooms and beans that you run into trouble. Just add huge mushrooms, and you’re living my father’s dream, and my personal culinary nightmare

You know, the best fix for a bad soup? The stick blender, that model of culinary helpfulness, and a block of plain, pale, creamy, silken tofu. Theoretically you could fix a blended soup with mashed potatoes, but the consistency wouldn’t be quite as velvety. Ditto white cheeses or rice. The glutinous nature of these things means that eventually your soup would either break, and you’d have watery/creamy divisions, or it’d clump into something truly vile looking, or after blending it, you could be left with a grainy consistency like you get when you blend certain kinds of lentils (and note to the universe? Lentils? NOT meant to be pulverize-blended, okay? Let’s just all — stop that. Unless you’re going to add crème fraîche or curry powder, please don’t fully blend lentils into some hideous paste. Just. Don’t. Lentil soups deserve some chunks.). Tofu and a stick blender has turned out to be the ultimate soup saver for me. Too many veggies and hideously vying tastes? No worries. Just add plain tofu and blend. Funny colors, weird consistencies, and odd textures from limp, overcooked veg vanish magically when blended. I add a pinch of salt, a little wine, a dash of curry, and all is well. Because it’s not dairy based, the acid doesn’t curdle the tofu, and really, the soy protein in your soups means your meal will just stick with you a bit longer.

Since it really and truly is freezing for this part of the world — it was 22°F this morning (5.5°C for those Fahrenheit impaired), I am inspired to make a soup a day as the cold weather ramps up. I have a monster head of Nappa Cabbage in the fridge, so this is what I will try this afternoon:

Baechu Gook, As Adapted from Dok Suni, A Korean Cookbook

  • Ingredients:
  • 12 ounces Nappa cabbage
  • 4 ounces white radish
  • 4 ounces beef short ribs – or some vegetarian equivalent
  • 4 ounces scallions
  • 2 tablespoons soybean paste
  • 6 cups water
  • 1 teaspoon red pepper sauce
  • 2 teaspoons crushed garlic

Instructions:

Clean the cabbage and shred with hands as desired, but in a wringing motion that will help soften the cabbage. Thinly slice the radish. Thinly slice the beef (or for me, it will be Quorn Naked Cutlets, which hold up well, and have scared some vegetarians into thinking I was feeing them chicken. Hee!) Cut the scallions (or leeks or onions, what have you) into 1-inch lengths. In a pot, dissolve soybean paste in the water (I think just adding a little silken tofu for smoothness will also work). For a smooth consistency, use a fine-mesh strainer with handle to remove the chunks of soybean paste floating in the soup and discard. Add the red pepper paste (Which I actually have! I knew I bought that for some reason), cabbage, beef, radish, scallion, and garlic and cook for 7 minutes over a high flame, then for 3 more minutes over a medium flame. Serve hot with white rice, kimchi, and sautéed anchovy (Um, again – an adaptation… no anchovies for me! And I’m amused at serving cabbage soup with kimchi, which is yet more cabbage, but… hey – this way I’ll use it up, right?).

I believe I’ll rummage around in the freezer and see if we have any frozen egg rolls left, steam a basket of rice, and voilá… dinner. I’ll let you know how it all goes.