Hasty Pudding & Other 4th Grade Memories

At the chiropop’s office the other day, I ran across this months issue of Real Simple, and found — well, a lot of aggravation, for one thing, since ‘real’ in the title should be adverbial, as in Really Simple, but aside from that, in the November issue I also found a recipe for what’s called Indian Pudding.

Hmm. Indian pudding. It seems like I have a faraway, foggy memory of something like this pudding from a 4th grade study unit on Plymouth Rock, Puritans, Pilgrims and First Nations peoples… but that can’t be right, since I very much doubt that First Nations people went around popping things in the oven and topping them with whipped cream. A little research informs me that in reality, this dish is called “Indian” pudding because the early settlers referred to the main ingredient as “Indian meal” – the meal used by the First Nation peoples. Generally, John and Mary Puritan weren’t all that creative, so any recipe using Indian meal as the main ingredient was called Indian… . Over time, the plant became known as corn, and the meal made from it as corn meal.

History lesson aside, the Americanized version of this British steamed ‘hasty’ pudding thing (sans myself and classmates grinding the cornmeal ourselves on indented rocks ) sounds fabulous. These are the ingredients I’m dragging on our Thanksgiving Odyssey:

Indian Meal Pudding

  • 4 cups whole milk (Oy! 2% or skim makes it too thin, I suppose.)
  • 2/3 cup finely ground cornmeal
  • 1/2 cup molasses
  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, plus more for the dish
  • 1/4 cup light or dark brown sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg, plus more for garnishing
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract (I’m going to go for vanilla beans, I think.)
  • 2 cups (1 pint) heavy cream, whipped to firm peaks (Whoa! Not a lowfat dish.)

Heat oven to 350° F.

In a large saucepan, over medium-high heat, bring 3 cups of the milk to a boil.

In a small bowl, whisk together the remaining milk and the cornmeal. Whisking constantly, slowly add the mixture to the boiling milk. Reduce heat and simmer gently, stirring frequently, for 15 minutes. Remove from heat. Stir in the molasses, butter, brown sugar, salt, ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla. Transfer to a buttered 1 1/2-quart casserole dish. Set the casserole in a roasting pan, pull the oven rack out halfway, and place the pan on it. Carefully add enough hot water to the pan to reach halfway up the casserole. Cover both pans with a single large sheet of foil. Bake for 1 hour.

Remove foil. Bake until the pudding is almost set but still wobbly, 1 1/2 hours more. Transfer casserole to a wire rack for at least 30 minutes. Spoon onto plates. Serve with the whipped cream and sprinkle with nutmeg.

Makes 8 to 12 servings

This sounds very simple… a slow-cooked cornmeal dish that probably made its way from New England to the South in some version or other. The Pilgrims, I’m afraid, were everywhere. Dare I say this dish sounds like sweetened grits? I can’t wait to try it out, and I’ll tell you how it goes after I figure out how to substitute all of the dairy ingredients so that it’s something I want to eat.

It’s been a funny month. I’ve got so much going on, what with NaNo Month, the Cybils, and the crazy Thanksgiving thing this weekend, not to mention substitute teaching and sibling-sitting while my sister is in recovery — I’m busy! Yet all I want to do is cook and putter and completely ignore actual WORK. It feels like my psyche is slowly but surely unraveling, and the downtime that cooking brings is essential to my sanity. I don’t wanna work… but just banging on the drum all day is overrated. Bring on the baking!

Weekend Baking, etc.

Sourdough Starters will take over your life, if you let them.

So, I was looking through Sourdough Home about the proper care and maintenance of sourdough starters, because I’ve been wondering about mine. I’ve been keeping them rather stiff – more like a dough than a slurry – and was wondering, ’cause they seem to work quite well like that. I’d seen somebody on one of Julia Child’s shows do that and call it a levain, so it seemed right to me to maintain them like that (one white, the other whole wheat, as Alton suggests). Well, Sourdough Home agrees that it’s OK to do that, but gave me some new information about the refreshing process, so that you get the proper rise out of them.

Long and short, we ended up taking my starters from their jars & radically growing them, so that they wouldn’t smell sour any more, and so that they’d be a bit healthier. Out of all this? 16 pizza crusts, pre-baked & dropped in the deep-freeze, and 4 loaves of broccoli-cheese-onion bread. Oh – and a couple of very happy starters.

Other than the starters, this weekend involved making and canning 9 quarts of mincemeat (mango / pineapple / ginger) and 14 half-pints of chutney (mango / onion / chocolate habañero). We haven’t given any away yet … and it’s going to be a hard, hard decision as to who gets the chutney! Last year’s chutney we weren’t too hot on, ’cause it really wasn’t a finished sauce so much as it was a marinade. This year’s is definitely a finished sauce, and has just the right balance of hot / sweet because of the chocolate habañero (yes – just one single pepper for the whole bunch). I believe that we may be saving these things up for the next Brunch (you know who you are, people) … but there’s been some who have made other plans during this holiday season.

To get your tastebuds appropriately interested in Chutney, I’ve been told to include a recipe which might get you salivating enough to participate in social events (and, maybe, if you’re lucky, receive some chutney):

Flaxseed Falafel with Tzatziki

16 pieces/serves 8

Flaxseed, ground for the batter, and left whole for the coating, give this adaptation of a recipe from Johnson & Wales University in Charlotte, N.C., distinct flavor and texture.

The tzatziki:

  • 1 cup cucumber, peeled, seeded, diced into ¼-inch cubes
  • 1½ teaspoons kosher salt
  • 1 cup low-fat plain yogurt
  • 1 cup regular or reduced-fat sour cream
  • ½ teaspoon sugar
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1-1½ tablespoons chopped fresh dill

The falafel:

  • 2 cans garbanzos, drained, liquid reserved
  • 1 clove garlic, crushed
  • 1/2 cup ground flaxseed
  • 1/2 cup chopped parsley
  • 1/4 cup fresh-squeezed lemon juice
  • 1/2-3/4 teaspoon salt + more to taste
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground coriander seed
  • 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • 3/4 cup dry bread crumbs
  • 3 tablespoons whole flaxseed
  • 1 egg white
  • 2 tablespoons water
  • Cooking spray as needed
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil

To prepare the tzatziki: Mix diced cucumber with salt, place in a colander set over a bowl; cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for one hour. Rinse off the salt, drain well and dry cucumber on several thicknesses of paper towels. In a bowl, combine cucumber with yogurt, sour cream, sugar, garlic and dill. Cover and chill at least 30 minutes and up to four hours.

To prepare the falafel: Place garbanzos, garlic and 2 tablespoons reserved garbanzo liquid in a processor and pulse about 5 times, until coarsely chopped. Add ground flax seed, parsley, lemon juice, salt, coriander and pepper and pulse just until mixture is combined. It should retain some texture. Divide into 16 portions and shape into patties about 1½ inches in diameter. Combine bread crumbs and whole flax seed in a shallow dish.

In another shallow dish, combine egg white and water. Dip each patty in the egg white, then lightly dredge in crumb mixture. Set on a rack over a baking sheet to dry for half an hour. Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat and add oil. Brown falafel well on both sides, turning once.

Serve with tzatziki.

Per serving: 300 calories, 11 g protein, 33 g carbohydrate, 15 g fat (5 g saturated), 15 mg cholesterol, 497 mg sodium, 11 g fiber.

Instead of the tzatziki, it could go with chutney easily!

Early Baking

So, this morning rolled around … at about 4:00 am. Don’t know why, but I was wide awake, so … bread. 9 loaves. 4 loaves of whole wheat (well, my version, anyway, with flax seeds, oat bran, quinoa flour, etc.), and 5 loaves of sourdough olive.

And, of course, after getting everything set up, getting the first batch into pans to rise, and getting the sourdough out and fed and back into the fridge … I realize that I don’t have enough flour. And that the stupid store doesn’t open until 6:00.

However, we are a household of experimental foods, and it’s not like we don’t have other flour, so the olive loaves ended up being at about a ratio of:

  • 1x King Arthur Whole Wheat
  • 2x King Arthur All Purpose Wheat
  • 2x Quinoa Flour
  • 2x Potato Flour
  • 2x Oat Bran
  • 0.25x Vital Wheat Gluten

Of course, that’s just the flour; the wet was 2 cups sourdough starter, 2 cups warm water (to get the starter happy), and one mini-bottle of wine (don’t remember what varietal, but it was red, from Sutter, Napa Valley). Oh, and of course about a pound of black olives. And commercial yeast, and a teaspoon of salt.

All in all a successful experiment. The sourdough loaves ended up wonderfully crusty, and you can really tast the potato flour when you add butter. There’s still the bitter of the olives, of course, but it’s somewhat mitigated by the potato flour. I’m sure that it’ll mature a bit more (after all, we ate it straight from the oven, at 6:45 am), but the cell walls were well developed, so there was enough gluten present, and the crust was thick enough to give crunch but not too thick to cut, and everything was quite tender inside.

Now, to a day of work. And then, perhaps, this evening to bed early to make up for it.

Olive Bread 2.0

It’s been a busy, busy, BUSY week… Between Mac starting the new consulting gig for the fabulous company that doesn’t care if he works in the office or not (Oh, we need so many more jobs like this, please and thank you, God!), me substitute teaching for the first time in aeons while trying to read 47 (at last count!!!) books for the Cybils, and concurrently for that elusive 50,000 words in the National Novel Writing Month competition… and spending every spare weekend moment visiting the Little Sib in the hospital after her major surgery — well, you’d think we’d have no time for baking. And… you’d be kind of right.

As a matter of fact, I’ve actually managed to LOSE a few visibly noticable pounds because not only hasn’t there been time for baking… there just hasn’t been a lot of time for eating, which is actually funny. But, never fear, we who Wish We Were Baking will always find a way… and a means… and a little bit of dough…

So thus is born Olive Brode 2.0. The first loaf was lovely, tender, chewy and tasty… and about three grains of salt short, which we thought would be made up by the ultra-salty olives. Nope. The olives were Italian and rather green, instead of the lovely dark “black” kalamatas, which we are using this time. Also, the good old KitchenAid tends to be really, really hard on olives; we could barely find them after we added them early in the baking process. We’re hoping this time that, by adding them later, we’ll end up with bigger pieces!

Up from the deeps…

Greetings, all. We’re still alive, just really busy … and probably being really careful about pulling up Blogger when at the new job & all. So.

We’re here, it’s rainy, work is keeping both of us busy, and life’s strange.

Made some olive bread last night, just to keep the sourdough from getting
all naff and kicking off, you know. Turned out truly fabulously … to the
extent that we’re keeping two loaves for ourselves. Of course, they’re
small, so it’s OK, right? We ended up with small-ish batards – about 8
inches long by about 4 inches wide – because we only used 2 cups of starter
plus about 1 cup of red Cabernet Sauvignon for the liquid.

I’m amazed, really, that we can’t seem to get that really crusty, bubbles in
the middle kind of bread, though. It’s because I put fiber in there, I’m
sure – the loaves LOOK like white bread … but there’s probably about 1/2 a
cup of oat bran in each little loaf. So.

In any event, I’m rambling, because I’m feeling guilty about not writing to
the blog … and how silly is that? It’s time for dinner, and then back to
the salt mine. Actually? It’s NICE having a project with tight deadlines.
It’s something to tear into, and it’s all the better because it’s something
totally new to me.

More in another life.

Mince … uh … Meat?

Looking fairly disgusting, to the left is the beginning stages of MinceMeat. In the pot is an unfortunately small amount of our green tomatoes, mixed with some pears, apples, orange peels, lemon peels, raisins, dried cherries, orange juice, lemon juice, balsamic vinegar, port wine, sherry, Pomona’s Universal Pectin, sugar, and spices. This is the first of what looks to be around 100 quarts of mincemeat (with maybe some of that 100 turning into chutney).

To give you some perspective upon the size of what turned out to be 10 quarts, please note our poor stove straining beneath the massive cooking vessel. It performed admirably, I must say, but wrestling that pot into a position from which to move lava-like liquid into jars? Terrifying.

I had intended this batch to be a full twelve quarts – ’cause that’s how many quart jars I’d dragged up from the garage/basement – but in this pot it’s difficult to measure 1 quart. It turns out that a quart is about 1/2 an inch as measured against the side of the pot … and that’s difficult to figure when you’ve got lumps in your liquid. So, 10 quarts it is.

Shown in jars it’s not so exciting – yes, that’s an excuse for having not taken any pictures of them yet – but here’s the final shot before being jarred up. We’ve got some nice caramelization, and the green tomatoes? Can’t even tell what they are when you taste it, which is as it should be. They really do suck up whatever flavor you throw at them, and aside from being nutritious and a great filler, that’s all you could ask for.

Note that this, as most everything we make, is vegan. No meat involved, I’m sorry, but the idea of mixing Suet (beef fat) into this lot? Utterly disgusting, and never crossed my mind until I was writing this post and realizing that the name “MinceMeat” had to come from somewhere. Bleh.

Each 1-quart jar will fill a couple of pies: just add corn starch and bake in a blind-baked shell for about 1/2 an hour and you’re there.

Just for Sarah, here’s some idea of the recipe we used. It originated with the Ball Blue Book of Preserving. It’s sort of a variation / combination of Tomato-Apple Chutney (page 50) and Brandied Mincemeat (page 84), but with our own twist to it.

  • 10 Quarts chopped, de-seeded tomatoes
  • 2 Quarts diced apples (Fuji, Granny Smith, or something which holds up to cooking)
  • 3 Pounds raisins
  • 2 Cups candied ginger, diced
  • 2 Cups dried apricots, chopped
  • 2 Cups dried cherries
  • 1 Cup dried mango*, chopped
  • 1 Cup dried papaya*, chopped
  • 8 Orange peels (use a vegetable peeler, to just get the skin), matchsticked
  • 8 Oranges’ juice
  • 4 Lemon peels (same technique)
  • 4 Lemons’ juice
  • 4 Cups brown sugar
  • 4 Cups white sugar
  • 1 Liter Port Wine (we used Christian Brothers brand; it really should be just the cheapest you can find)
  • 1 Liter Sherry (again, whatever’s cheap)
  • Freshly-Ground spices: 6″ cinnamon stick, 20 allspice berries, 10 whole cloves, 2 Tbsp dried ginger.
  1. Combine everything.
  2. Boil it until it doesn’t taste of raw liquor any longer (maybe an hour, maybe 2)
  3. Jar, leaving 1/2-inch headspace.
  4. Process 30 minutes in boiling-water canner**.

*note: vary these fruits as you see fit. We did one version that was a “tropical” version, another version that had pears instead of apples, one pretty much just tried to make them each unique. They all turned out marvelously, so … go crazy with the dried fruit!
**note: we processed ours 30 minutes in a pressure canner. We did this because 1) we had such a thing, and 2) we’re paranoid, since we varied the recipe by not adding apple cider as it calls for in the blue book. Yes, the brandy & sherry should have been acidic enough … but we weren’t going to risk it.

Pepper Preserving

So, we’ve been making our way through our supply of dried and drying peppers, trying to knit them into something suitable for storage … and also something decorative, if we’re going to have them sitting around. Shown to the left is the first bundle – of what we had thought to be Thai Bird chiles, but about half of which seem to have a miraculous lack of heat. We’re probably going to end up saving these as simply decorative … or giving them away as such. It’s sad, really, because we know that one of the two plants was Thai Bird – we tasted the peppers, and they were truly magnificent in their heat. The other, though? Completely decorative and devoid of heat. I’m hoping that one of the two bunches is the Thai Bird and the other is the decorative, because of the differences in color and in ripening speed. We’ll see.


Next up are our Bolivian Rainbow Peppers. There’s no doubt that these babies are hot – painfully so, and of a type of pain which comes back to get you especially cruelly if you try to brush your tongue to take away the pain.

We’re going to let them dry, to see what they’re like that way. Shown to the left are the ripe specimens, and to the right are the immature fruit. They start out life purple and progress through a cream into a yellow and then red. The red ones seem to be holding up to the drying process better than the purple, which are wizening into almost pea-sized little black nubbins. The reds are keeping their shape, and not wrinkling.

Everyone should have a good, white wall in the house, upon which to hang their herbs (and fruits).

Here’re the lot of them, hanging in an out of the way area to dry. They will probably not be joined by the remaining peppers, which will go into the cuisinart to hopefully provide some flavor for the winter. We’ll see.

Maundering

Anti-Intellectualism is the topic of today’s maundering, and most of this is going to be links for me to look at later, when I’m interested in buying books.

What started me on this path of investigation was a prolonged discussion with a pastor, whom I suspect of being an anti-intellectual. In the course of hunting around for background material I came across a wealth of material out there, and discovered that I’m probably interested in it all – “religious antirationalism, populist antielitism, and unreflective instrumentalism, or the tendency to value thought only for its practical or material yield,” and the list goes on. Guess I’m in for some deep reading over the winter. Anti-Intellectualism in American Media: Magazines and Higher Education, by Dane S. Claussen, is a derivative work, based largely upon that of Hofstadter (Anti-Intellectualism in American Life), with additional research. Hofstadter is probably the deeper source here, but at 400+ hardbound pages, the work for the serious student… and I’ve had to read Hofstadter before, way back in A.P. European History in High School, so I’m familiar with the quality of work there. Or, I suppose I could dig more deeply into the Religious aspects in Full Gospel, Fractured Minds?: A Call to Use God’s Gift of the Intellect … if I really wanted to go there, and if I wanted to spend another long afternoon arguing with a pastor.

Which I don’t. Which is why I’ll perhaps bring a more complicated knitting project to church, so that I’m less able to listen to the man, and more able to tune out the stupidity.

Or perhaps I’ll become a Quaker, where there are no pastors.

Operatic Death of the Garden

OK, so we yanked out the garden on October 2. By “yanked out” I mean to say that we tore down the tomatoes, harvested anything which was in any way shape or form edible, and left the rest … without water. Well, we were bright people this year, and turned in WaterSorb by way of drought protection. It worked. The silly garden is still cranking out produce three weeks later. True, we didn’t really leave much … but to come back (we garden at some friends’ house) to find nice, fat Armenian cucumbers is just rather a shock.

We’ll be adding more WaterSorb next year, too, ’cause the stuff degrades in about 5 years, so we added only 1/5 what the recommended quantity was, planning on adding that same amount every year, so that it’d be fairly constant. It should be interesting to see what happens when it’s got twice as much drought protection.

It truly is much like watching a Ballet demise, though. Scary.

Now, back to reinstalling software from the ground up … to make things nice and fresh for the next client. Sigh.

Delicious Delicata

FoodI know I’ve already gone on about how much I loathe squash, but I found another contender — possibly even better than Acorn, The Perfect Food, for the best winter vegetable: Delicata. A warning to all the hapless victims of our garden largess, THIS is what I’m growing next year, by the bushel. This tasty sweet squash is, per 3/4 c. serving, 30 calories, 1 g protein, and just 7 g carbohydrate. It lends itself to eating plain baked, mashed with a little salt and pepper, or added to risotto. This was its debut at our house:

Delicata Roasted Veg Bread Pudding

  • 2 medium sized skinned, gutted and cubed Delicata – if you choose them very small, the skins are tender enough to eat without skinning them. Three cheers for laziness!
  • 3 small chopped onions – or fewer, or even add garlic if you like
  • 2 cup seasoned bread crumbs – I had some bread guts from Mac’s herbed bread in the freezer from when we hollowed out small boules for chili – both handy and tasty,
  • 1 cup fresh, chopped, greens – I used arugula, and their pungency was a perfect counterpoint to the sweet Delicata, and they’re just too strong to use in salad in that amount,
  • 1 c. ground “meat” of your choice
  • 1 c. shredded mozzarella, or some other tasty cheese you like
  • 1 c. of white wine and a splash (1/2 cup-ish) of milk
  • ground pepper and salt to taste; I forgot about that, but salting per serving works just as well in this household of both hyper and hypotension.

Gather your ingredients, and go through the tedious process of gutting the seeds out of your squash. As a reward, those you can save and roast, just like pumpkin seeds. Yum. I just tossed my ingredients into a lightly spritzed casserole dish, in layers, as if I was doing lasagne. I started with the breadcrumbs on bottom, and build up. If you don’t have herbed bread in crumbs, use it in a solid layer of slices. And if your bread isn’t herbed, bodge in some chopped rosemary and a sage and garlic powder, will you? I also added an optional 1 tbsp. of smoked torula yeast (which we found in tiny amounts in a store, got sick of that noise, and then ordered wholesale).

When I was finished with this, our house smelled like winter… filled with the smells of those good, filling, post-Thanksgiving dinners that make you happy when the whole wet/cold/rampant flooding/mold is starting to get grim and you’re a bit sick of rain. And the dish is colorful and really low in calories… next time I make it, I may add another squash for contrast, and skip the bread bit altogether.

You may wonder why I’m angsting over the caloric content of a vegetable dish? Weeell, it’s because my sister has suggested that she can borrow some of my clothes for maternity things later on this year. And while she didn’t mean it unkindly (because I really do have wider shoulders, am a little bigger frame)? Er, she wasn’t kidding. Time to lose a few pounds but seriously! And if I can have this great veg casserole with a big salad for dinner every week, it will it be really easy! (Note: I’ll miss the bread, with great aching pain. It’s been fun… but I want to make sure people can tell which one of us sisters is the one breeding. Already I am stiffening my spine for the comments of the clueless who will do the math, see it’s been twelve years, and start suggesting that ‘shouldn’t you be expecting too?’ Siiiiiiigh. It’s all in the details, you see…)