tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63705603644711808512024-03-18T20:21:12.575-07:00PANACHEnoun \pə-ˈnash, -ˈnäsh\: dash or flamboyance in style and action : verveKKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-16318911092752500622013-10-23T17:22:00.000-07:002013-10-23T17:22:14.024-07:00I scream. You scream Growing up ice cream was always a thing. Soft serve was my favorite. My dad liked rocky road or New York Super Fudge Chunk, or NYSFC for short. He is a loyal man and prefers Ben and Jerry's over most. Ice cream, or 'scream', as he did and still does call it was never in short supply. I have always been partial to east coast ice cream, even the crappy stuff. I mean has anyone else ever had the Red Sox Ice Cream, with tiny chocolate sox, chocolate ice cream, and fudge? Generally I am an ice cream purist, but this, if they even still make it, is insane in the best kind of way. I don't know why it's taken me so long to put my (it's not really mine, but for the time being successfully commandeered) Ice Cream maker to use.<br />
But now that I've started I don't know if I can stop. <br />
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Today I made a list of potential future 'scream' flavors on the dry erase board that's sitting on my kitchen counter. In addition, there's also a note that says: create positivity! because sometimes you need that too. In the last five minutes while writing this I have also contemplated putting on Christmas music...twice. I think it has something to do with the ice cream I made and ate yesterday, or how I really want it to snow.<br />
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I am very sad all the ice cream is gone.<br />
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Salted Rye Ice Cream<br />
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I played with a couple different recipes and only used a little over a tablespoon of Rye, but you can use up to three tablespoons according to most people, and still end up with ice cream. Also the alcohol helps give the ice cream a softer texture, which I like. I made a custard (egg based base). I like the cream cheese version too, but I didn't have any. I used brown sugar too, because the caramel notes complement the rye, and mostly because I was low on the white stuff. Ice cream is pretty forgiving if you are down to experiment with the outcome. Part science, part experiment, and most certainly delicious.<br />
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Get ready for ice cream everyone, lots and lots of ice cream.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-91573171425013750602013-09-01T12:21:00.000-07:002013-10-21T12:23:05.197-07:00Summer, now and past, and a million apologies. The weather here is still great. There have been the occasional long sleeved nights and one or two mornings that called for a rain coat, but really it isn't over yet. What I really mean to say is I'm sorry. This apology is mainly for me, but when I looked back and say I last wrote about Popsicles in June and it's now September 1st, I felt very, very guilty. I guess that's what happens to summers- they slip by. Sometimes lazily and sometimes in a blink. The best part though is what lingers. As a young child I remember get dressed to go skiing in depths of winter, pulling my many pairs of long underwear over a pale belly and legs and arms still so kissed with sun, that hardly faded until early spring. Now that I am older, and live in Seattle where my tan (if there ever was one) has already faded, I will wake to wintry mornings and a freezer full of preserved fruit. I am of course still ridiculously afraid of botulism, but am working hard to over come that fear. I can't even imagine how much summer will linger once I do.<br />
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My family was never really one for family vacations. The few I do remember occurred deep into the middle of winter. While I was sometimes jealous of other peoples summer vacations, I've come to realize that the reason we never wandered far was because there really was no place else as beautiful. Rural New England in the summer, the vast expanse of our natural playground extending across New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine was in and of itself vacation enough. Backyards full of blueberries, endless loops on your bicycle, the rivers and ponds for morning, afternoon, and evening swims. Some of my favorite memories are from summer camp, where I spent one precious month of every summer for five years on Lake Coniston, a lake almost unidentifiable, but still to this day one of the most beautiful places I've ever been.<br />
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Really what I am getting at is the essence of summer. It's how you choose to spend your days. It's the things you remember long after they are gone and the things that bring it all crashing back. For me, it's marshmallows. There is nothing more charming and wonderful than an s'more.<br />
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So in celebration of another well spent summer that is sure to linger I give you these fancy s'mores:<br />
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These days summers don't really mean vacation, but they still mean a lot of good people, picnics, bbqs, and the occasional birthday-rainy-day-late-summer-indoor-fire-pit.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-11545680599160534582013-06-20T13:47:00.003-07:002013-06-20T13:47:36.086-07:00For the love of sprinkles, let's talk about Ice Cream. I just returned from Vermont where I spent four days visiting my two older sisters, my dad, and my new nephew. Among the not so long list of things to do in Vermont, standouts included lots of baby time, eating lots of things with maple syrup, looking at stone walls, watching hot air balloons, playing with farm animals, more baby time, and of course eating lots of soft serve ice cream.<br />
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In fact, I even visited the Whippi Dip, my first "restaurant" job in which I flipped burgers, twirled cones, and scooped sundaes. I won't lie to you, back in the day I was the Queen of the Whippi Dip. Despite being hot, sticky, and generally disgusting all summer long, those two summers of ruling the Dip instilled in me a long lasting love of soft serve ice cream. And of course rainbow sprinkles...<br />
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I ate a lot, a lot, of soft serve. Considering the time constraints, I really tried to do my part to contribute to the local, small-town economy. Personally, I'm not a fan of the twist, I prefer plain chocolate or vanilla in a cone with a side dish of rainbow sprinkles for consistent sprinkle coverage. It's a method I've developed over the years. Laugh all you want, but it's delicious.<br />
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There's also something fairly satisfying about eating it in the car it <i>feels </i>more summery that way, but I won't hold you to it. While I am working on my plans for soft serve in Seattle, I've been working on something that's almost just as good. Or rather, it's good in a different way, and I won't tell if you dip them in sprinkles.<br />
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Salted Chocolate Fudgesicles.<br />
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I probably have to call them Fudge Popsicles, or Fudge Pops or something like that, but just for the purpose of being a descriptive nomenclator, they really are <i>Fudgesicles. </i>I didn't grow up in a town with an Ice Cream truck, but if I did, I think this is all I would have wanted...<br />
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This recipe is adapted from <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/On-Stick-80-Party-Perfect-Recipes/dp/1594744890" target="_blank">On a Stick </a></i><br />
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1/4 cup milk chocolate chips (I used Valdrona Chocolate)<br />
2/3 cup sugar<br />
2 tablespoons cornstarch<br />
3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder<br />
2 1/2 cups whole milk<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />
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1 tablespoon butter<br />
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Melt chocolate until smooth using a microwave in short bursts, or the stove using a heavy sauce pan and a very low temp. Stir in sugar, cornstarch, cocoa powder, milk, vanilla, and a teaspoon of salt and cook over medium heat until mixture thickens. The originally recipe says ten minutes, but it took me around five minutes. The mixture at this point should look like pudding. Let mixture cool slightly and add remaining pinch of salt. Stir and then pour into Popsicles molds (depending on you mold size 8 to 16 Popsicles). Place in freezer and let freeze for 30 minutes. After 30 minutes add Popsicle sticks and continue to freeze until fully frozen.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-68551561715751292072013-03-30T12:12:00.001-07:002013-03-30T12:12:58.663-07:00Finally, Biscuits Well it's about time. I've finally figured it out. Buttermilk Buiscuts, that is.<br />
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A lot of my favorite combinations involve biscuits. Biscuits and jam. Strawberries and biscuits. Biscuits and Maple Syrup. I could go on and on. But here's the thing, I've never been able to make them. Sure, I've tried a million times and some were fine, some were ok, and some were just awful. I've tried all kinds of recipes. Some were simple and some involved all sorts up-your-sleeve-tricks. I even tried one that swore by adding hard boiled egg yolks to the biscuit dough before baking. It didn't work.<br />
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But then I found <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2013/03/my-favorite-buttermilk-biscuits/" target="_blank">this</a> recipe and well, nothing else matters.<br />
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They're flaky, tall, and split perfectly in half with just a slight twist of the wrist. I can't even begin to list all of things I want to make these for or with. But, I do know they'll be sticking around. I finally found them and I don't plan on trying any other way. These are just too easy, and too good.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-60988230434687273212013-03-26T11:09:00.003-07:002013-03-28T13:19:56.463-07:00New Tricks Over the last few months, I've been up to a lot and I've been up to nothing, all at the same time. The upside about an injury is that you have a lot of time to read and bake and mostly just putz around. The truth is, I <i>like </i>to putz. But I'm quickly learning I like to intermittently putz around. When those moments where you have nothing to do are sprinkled between moments when you have <i>a lot </i>to do. Mostly, I miss having a lot to do. Luckily, my days of lounging are winding down. With a little luck and lots of elbow grease, after three weeks of physical therapy, I'll be back at it. Well, back at a lot of it, and back to enjoying those periodic moments with nothing to do and nowhere to go.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I feel like I've been using my time. Most of my allotted standing time has been spent in my kitchen. Nothing too fancy, just old recipes with new tricks.<br />
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Like theses. The <a href="http://etpanache.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-we-take-with-us.html" target="_blank">peanut butter cookies</a> I've made forever, with some new milk chocolate chips.<br />
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So, I'll admit a good bit of all this has been fun and I've definitely learned some things. Some valuable things. I've learned that these peanut butter cookies really are better with chocolate chips and that four year old boys really appreciate scooping out the dough and picking out all the chocolate chips. I've also learned that I am obsessed with whole wheat short bread crusts. Like really really into everything about them-- texture, taste, and color. </div>
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As a kid we had several blueberry bushes in our yard, mostly they were just for show, the birds would eat most of the bounty, but we were never short of berries. Between the backyard and our down the street neighbors Pick-your-own-blueberry farm, our pancakes never went without and our freezer was full all winter long. My sister used to eat the frozen berries straight from the bag until her teeth and fingers were numb and her hands and mouth stained a purple you were sure would last weeks.<br />
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In fact, I'm pretty sure this will be the last baked good I make with them- I have plans to use the leftovers to make huckleberry sipping vinegar for summer cocktails. Huckleberry and Gin anyone? But until then I leave you with yet again another dessert you can justifiably eat for breakfast. </div>
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It's delicious, it really is. Also it makes me eat healthier things in the morning like the goat milk yogurt I've recently become obsessed with. I loosely followed a granola recipe from <a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/recipes/2013/02/a-better-granola" target="_blank">Bon Appétit</a> and it really is a <i>better</i> granola. I know this doesn't mean a lot from the girl who eats cookies for breakfast, but sometimes I like granola to just be granola. The secret here is the egg white. It gives the granola a good crunch without adding too much of the stuff you'd find in my chocolate chip cookie.... butter...ummmm.<br />
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KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-20237448328690042632013-02-09T10:50:00.000-08:002013-03-28T13:32:15.932-07:00In Celebration I really like Birthdays. Especially when it's your good friend's and it's one drawn out day of indulgent celebration. Because turning a quarter century old <i>is</i> a big deal and I for one am down for a good PARTY.<br />
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People have serious opinions about brownies. There are people who like their brownies fudgey, some cakey, some with walnuts, and still others with frosting on top. But whatever your preference, I think we can all agree, we brownie lovers are continuously on the hunt for the most perfect one. </div>
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It's gonna be a good year. Full of lemons, resourcefulness, and happiness. I never really make resolutions, mostly because I feel all the little things we're supposed to resolve to do, or not do,- eat fewer sweets, run more, be a better person, etc. etc. get old too quickly. But I do like intentions. So for the sake of declarations: this year I intend to live purely in happiness. Oh yeah, that and eat more bread pudding. I've got to say, so far, I'm off to a good start.<br />
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It may seem obvious, but the key to good bread pudding lies in, you guessed it, the bread. I used two day old Columbia City Levin bread, which is as delicious fresh as it is in bread pudding. As I've found myself in possession of a decent amount of stale bread lately, bread pudding was the obvious choice. One of the things I like most about bread pudding is how it comes to fruition. It's the proverbial making of lemonade, the spinning of straw to gold version of a dessert. We make the best of what we have, and then we make it better. I didn't even plan this, but really it's a great metaphor for the new year.<br />
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Thanks 2012 you were great, but I'll take what you've got and raise you an even better year in 2013.<br />
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I'm a firm believer that all things made with Meyer lemons are infinitely better than any similar version made without them. I'm working on scientifically proving it too.<br />
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Begin with your bread. I cut up 3/4 of a loaf of Columbia City Levin into one inch squares with the crust still intact. Many recipes call for the de-crusting of the bread, but I think the crust gives the dessert a little more texture. I compensate for the presence of crust by letting my bread soak in the pudding custard for 20-25 minutes before baking it. <br />
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After the bread has absorbed the majority of the liquid, transfer 3/4 of the bread into a buttered 9 inch cake round. Spread evenly with lemon curd. Cover the curd with the rest of the bread mixture and pour any remaining pudding custard over top. Bake at 350 for 50 minutes or until the top is golden brown and the sides begin to pull away from the edge of the pan. Personally I think bread pudding is best served warm, but be my guest; eat it any way you like.<br />
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KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-68829870564016511602012-12-01T14:52:00.000-08:002013-03-28T13:38:55.093-07:00I was meaning to say this earlier, but here you go. It's the first day of December. I can't believe it. As we leave thoughts of turkey's and cranberry sauce behind, and march on into anticipation of twinkle lights and tinsel (yes, I love Christmas right down to the very last holiday themed napkin), I still have some things to say about Pie.<br />
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Besides the obvious (that it's always amazing, even when it isn't that amazing) to me it's a dessert full of history. Chalk full of tradition and reminders of home. Where I'm from Pie is a thing. Everyone's family has their own version of the standard Apple (cheddar cheese anyone?) and any number of holiday and non holiday reasons to eat them. Don't even get me started on how we feel about our crusts, or rather, the best way to make dough. I imagine there have been hard feelings felt over lard v. butter, or more v. less water debates. However, what I miss most about Vermont, are the truck stops linning I-90 brimming with pie slices of every variety slowly spinning in rotating glass cases. It's fantastic. We all had our favorites. My dad loved chocolate cream. My sister Hazel had a passion for Key Lime pie that persisted above all else. And my oldest sister Rose still prefers pumpkin over pecan. </div>
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I've always been a fan of pies that showcase what I love most... sugar. So I thought I would try my hand at a New England specialty. Maple Sugar pie. It's exactly as it sounds. And I have to say it's possibly the best and by the far the sweetest pie I've ever had. I have strong opinions on maple syrup, thoughts that I thoroughly and often express to anyone who will listen, but Sugar Pie may just be the crown jewel, the icing on the cake, the king of the mountain, I could go on, of maple syrup desserts.<br />
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The filling is simple. The crumble is easy. The whole thing takes maybe, excluding the crust making, fifteen minutes. I got the recipe from a cookbook aptly tittled <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pie-Tried---True-Delicious-Homemade/dp/155832254X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1353976928&sr=8-3&keywords=pie" target="_blank">Pie</a>, </i>which includes 300 pie recipes from all over the country, compiled by a mustached man who resembles an older looking Brawny man. <br />
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1/4 teaspoon cinnamon<br />
6 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into cubes<br />
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1/2 teaspoon baking soda<br />
1 large egg<br />
1 large egg yolk<br />
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />
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Heat the Maple Syrup over burner until warm, turn off heat and whisk in baking soda, whisk in eggs and vanilla. Pour filling into the shell. Top with the second third of the crumble.<br />
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KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-39083110422612340952012-11-12T15:39:00.002-08:002012-11-12T15:39:59.747-08:00Welcome to adulthood. I have a new apartment.<br />
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Or rather more along the lines of spraying champagne on the deck of your boat (I've been told that's a thing), burning sage, buying an orchid (which I would <i>love</i> someone to do FYI), or smashing dishes- the first cake baked ritual holds its own. It's also much tastier and doesn't involve alcohol soaked walls, although I suspect this particular cake would pair just lovely with some bubbles. Maybe we should try it....<br />
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In addition to the new apartment, there's been a lot going on in the past few months. The best part about that sentence is that they're ALL good things. That and for the past two months I've almost exclusively been baking banana bread. Probably at least once a week, if I'm being honest. Sometimes two, if I am being really honest. There must have been something in the air, or water, or maybe it was just that I kept subconsciously (and then very very consciously) buying bananas I knew I would never eat each week. Whatever it was, September and October are officially awash with <a href="http://etpanache.blogspot.com/2012/06/accidental-bliss.html" target="_blank">banana bread</a>. I'm not even sure we're out of the woods yet, I'm not even sick of it, but there are other important things to discuss<br />
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I think upside down cake is the grandmother of all cakes. Not in any hierarchical sense, just as in upside down cake is like a grandmother. Specifically, the most infamous pineapple incarnation, screams: eat me, I've been sitting on this counter in your Grandmother's house for a week, and somehow against all odds I am more and more delicious the older I get. <br />
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Despite, or possibly because of being the most grandmotherly cake, Upside down cake is also very delicious. Or else it is with pears and other things that are not in fact pineapples. I'm sorry to the rest of the world, but pineapples make me too anxious and I've never been all that excited about them.</div>
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So here's to you adulthood. To small first apartments and even smaller first kitchens. To hopefully not bouncing my deposit check and to forgetting to buy a shower curtain. Here's to it all and here's to cake. </div>
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Peal, core, and slice 4 to 5 large ripe pairs. Melt two tablespoons of butter in a large skillet on the stove top. Once the butter melts add the pears in an even layer along the bottom of the skillet. Sprinkle with 3 tablespoons of sugar. I prefer a combination of sugar and granulated maple sugar. Let pears brown and caramelize for several minutes on each side. Arrange pears in the bottom of a buttered cake pan. </div>
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KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-39497378936017076702012-09-12T13:23:00.002-07:002012-09-12T13:23:40.281-07:00For you, I'll bake two. <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know I get excited about produce, but I never realized how apparent it's become until the other day, over lunch, plum cake, and rosé, with a good friend of mine, who mentioned that since me at my most excitable usually has something to do with produce, I should probably just realize that I love this city. We were discussing Seattle and all its merits, discussing thoughts of new cities, and nostalgic thoughts of home. I have a romantic love of New York, and truthfully I'll probably end up there someday- at least for a little bit- but when it comes right down to it, I just don't think I'll ever be able to get over having a plum tree in my backyard. Ever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Plum cakes for days. So many plums, cakes, and everything in between, that I just couldn't decide. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I made two. I've been trying to formulate thoughts on which cake is better, forcing tastes on my friends and coworkers, and concocting all sorts of taste tests, but I just can't. I love them both. Therefore, you get two. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The first- a (semi) traditional<a href="http://www.food52.com/recipes/6070_italian_plum_cake" target="_blank"> <i>Italian Plum Cake</i></a> is light, fluffy, nutty, and just altogether beautiful. Plus, I just finished <i>Blood Bones and Butter</i>, which I loved, and which stirred up so many desires for travel, Italy, plums, and apricot juice I could hardly stand it. I say semi traditional because I used buttermilk instead of milk in the above recipe, for no real reason other than that's all I had. I like the softness and tang it gives the cake, so for now I'm sticking with it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The second cake is a bit more rustic and a bit more my style, and if I was forced to choose (absolutely forced), it's maybe just a tad bit better. <i><a href="http://www.twopeasandtheirpod.com/plum-cornmeal-cake/" target="_blank">Plum Corn Meal Cake</a></i>. Light, fluffy, gritty in the best kind of way, and insanely moist. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I substituted blue cornmeal for the yellow cornmeal in the above recipe because, one, it's delicious and two, it's just better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But when it comes to the plum cakes it's still a toss up. I like them both. I really do. You can decide. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I've been baking a lot of cookies. I know now isn't really the time for cookies, but I've been doing it anyways. There is something almost meditative about baking cookies in the morning. The day is young, not too warm yet, and you feel like, covered in flour, you just may be the only person awake. It's a feeling that from time to time can give you goose bumps. Clearly, I haven't done much in the way of real meditation, but this is what I've got and I'm pretty sure it has the same effect. Plus, by the end, you get to eat cookie dough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've always been a fan of no nonsense baking. Not cutting corners per say, but baking with a bit of wiggle room, or panache, if you will. I think that's why I am so obsessed with Christina Tosi of Momofuku's Milk Bar. She really doesn't mess around. Also, she doesn't bring her eggs to room temp before adding them to the mix. I've been a fan of doing that for years and have felt guilty about it for just as long. I'm glad someone finally told me it was ok. It's a huge weight off my shoulders. Really, it is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So with the authority of whatever higher baking Gods that be, here are my new favorite cookies. I've also been thinking they would be really great with some maple soft serve and maybe some bourbon....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Either way they're pretty delicious. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Adapted from the <a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/recipes/corn-cookies-recipe/index.html" target="_blank">Milk Bar CookBook</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Basically the only thing I changed was swapping corn flour (I didn't have any on hand) with stone ground corn meal, the blue kind in particular. I think the corn meal adds a nice grittiness to the cookie and combined with the corn powder gives great texture, crunch, and chewiness all at the same time. Basically, it makes for the perfect cookie trifecta. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And don't worry, I'm determined to get some soft serve soon, but for now you'll have to settle for a cold glass of milk. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But the time of year I love the most is the in-between days. Here in Seattle we are almost full swing in the middle of this in-between season. The days still mostly summery, the nights and early mornings cool, and the air thick with the first sents of fall. It's a time of utter limbo. Pumpkin beers begin popping up on shelves, I start to crave pumpkin pie, but at the very same time we still have late summer strawberries and field grown tomatoes. Basically, it's the time when a lot of good things- the best things in fact- all collide.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's also the time of year my thoughts begin to be mostly and mainly focused on huckleberries. For me, this season holds a lot of promise. It will be my second huckleberry feast and my second time experiencing the in-between Seattle days. I couldn't be more thrilled. Huckleberries, besides being the perfect fruit for baking- tart, sweet, and small are still new to me, so every time I see them, eat them, or even really think of them I feel like a kid on christmas morning. Each one a tiny present with endless uses and applications. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mostly I like them in pies. Or in cobblers, or in crumble bars, or in coffee cake, or in spice cake, or, or, or. Ok, so I like them in a lot of things, but in keeping with the tradition of today's post, I have a truly in-between days recipe for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yep. For real. It's the Jam (literally).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">pinch salt</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cook all ingredients over medium to medium low heat. Watch it bubble, thicken, and reduce. Pull off heat and let cool. This jam is also good with yogurt, toast, or you know vanilla ice cream. </span><br />
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I've made these bad boys before. Adapted from Smitten Kitchen <a href="http://etpanache.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-talk-about-this.html" target="_blank">here</a> a few months ago, I called them Cupboard Brownies. I still feel they are the most perfect I need chocolate and I have everything I need brownie, but while licking the batter spoon (I still do that- in fact- sometimes that's the only way I eat desserts) this time around, I was struck by how much the batter looked and tasted like chocolate pudding. You know the kind. Instant, ready in minutes, and in my house growing up a rare treat. I was never one for Jello, but I've gone through some serious instant pudding phases in my life. First when I was eight and loved nothing more than eating the vanilla flavor straight out of the fridge (door ajar) with a spoon almost to large to fit in my mouth. Then again when I was in college and it was about the only thing I "baked." Needless to stay, chocolate pudding helps you write papers, it really does. And after thinking about instant pudding for the past twenty minutes or so, I may just be entering a third pudding stage, but we'll see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But, back to these brownies. They look like pudding, taste like pudding, and while they are quick and not at all fussey to make, they are far from being instant. Truthfully, that's probably a good thing. I followed the exact same recipe this time as above, except I added another extra pinch of salt to the mixed batter. I think they're perfect now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So after following <a href="http://etpanache.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-talk-about-this.html" target="_blank">these</a> steps, right up to pouring the batter into the greased 8 by 8 pan, spoon your huckleberry jam on top of the chocolate batter and use your spoon or rubber spatula to twirl and mix the jam into the top layer of the brownie. You could mix the chocolate with the jam first before pouring into the pan, but I prefer the swirl method because, once baked, you are left with dense ganache like chocolate brownie on bottom, topped with a layer of juicy jamey chocolate goo. And I do mean goo in the best, most pudding like, rich kind of way. As much as I love instant pudding, I feel very confident in saying that these brownies will best even the best box of jello brand. <i>Very </i>confident.</span><br />
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I've been told I should always bake apricots to avoid the sometimes spongy and tasteless fruit that sometimes exists in other peoples apricots. Not my apricots- or rather- not Washington apricots, fresh picked and perfectly ripe. Another fruit point for the west coast. My native pride- or state ism- is melting away. Don't tell my maple syrup man...<br />
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Anyways, as much as I've been eating fresh, tart, and raw apricots- I'd also like to talk about baking with them. Here's a secret- I crave sweets all the time, but when I bake only for myself it's kinda like I'm cooking- I get distracted, cut corners, and usually do the first thing that comes to mind. For me that's been apricots as of late. Oh, and peaches. Sliced and tossed with granulated maple sugar and lemon and covered with a very lose oat crumble. I pretend its healthy and eat it for breakfast- or sometimes as a snack in between desserts. <i>Seriously. </i><br />
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I'm not going to give you this recipe because its embarrassing, but if you were to walk into my kitchen right now you would probably see some on my stove. I take that back, you would <i>definitely </i>find some on my stove and lucky for you I would probably share- as long as you didn't make fun of me and my makeshift cobbler.<br />
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OK I'm getting back to it. Apricots. Vanilla Buttermilk Cake. Honey Caramel Sauce. Yep, that's really all I have to say.<br />
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Except there's always more to say about caramel sauce. Growing up I was always a rainbow sprinkles gal over caramel or hot fudge. Call me simple, but there is something about rainbow sprinkles that is completely nostalgic and utterly satisfying. I digress I know, but fun fact one of my first "restaurant" jobs was at the Whippie Dip in Fairlee, VT and for two summers I dipped a lot of cones in caramel and never got the point, especially when there was the viable option of rainbow sprinkles.<br />
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But rainbow sprinkles aside, I think I get it now. That is to say, I get Caramel and how fantastic it is- rich, nutty, sweet, and salty its like the tawny port of desserts. I'm not even sure that's an apt comparison, but I said it, I'm going with it, so there you have it.<br />
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Specifically, I like apricots coated in caramel sauce. A lot. Cakes aside I could eat them with a spoon.<br />
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So here you go. To make about half a mason jar (thats a real measurement when it comes to liquid sweet things you will possibly need to store) of honey caramel sauce combine 1 cup of brown sugar and 1/2 cup of honey or granulated honey in a sauce pan on medium low heat. I prefer granulated honey because I like making caramel with less liquid and also I really like the granulated honey I buy because its especially floral, with a deep flavor and a lighter color to balance out the brown sugar. <br />
Making caramel is kinda tricky and I often screw it up, but I am practicing and it seems to be coming along. I've found it's best to leave it alone while it begins to boil, to avoid introducing too much air into the mixture and messing up the creamy glassy nature of your finished caramel- sauce or candy. Every so often I will tilt the pan to let the sugar redistribute, but don't start stirring until the end. After it has been bubbling for sometime the mixture will start to pull away from the sides.<br />
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That's the moment I've found you really have to watch it. Its usually seconds between perfect and burnt, so at that point it's best to keep your eyes on it. Technically I believe you want the temperature at about 350 to 355 degrees, but you can also do it by sight and smell. Once the mixture reaches a uniform caramel brown (isn't the obvious) color you are probably good to go. Also, the sugars will begin to break down and the honey will smell much richer and nuttier. At this time add heavy cream and butter- both add creaminess, but the amount you add of each depends on what you want your caramel to do at room temp. Personally I did a 1/2 cup of each, but when I reheated it later after it had thickened some I added more heavy cream because I wanted more of a glaze and less of a thick sauce.<br />
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I'm not sure what I've been afraid of all these years, it's surprisingly easy, way easier than making rainbow sprinkles from scratch, that's for sure. So over ice cream, apples, peaches, or yes- raw apricots I like it, a lot.<br />
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Happy summer!KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-60625304198470090472012-07-26T22:03:00.000-07:002012-07-26T22:03:20.890-07:00I was going to talk about apricots.I have a lot of fruit. A lot. Baskets, pints, and flats of fruit. Well maybe one basket, a half-flat, and several pints, but still that's a lot of fruit. And a lot of perfectly ripe and perfectly in season fruit. I was going to talk about apricots, which is where this whole gathering of fruit started, but instead I am starting with the berries.<br />
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Yesterday I was feeling a little indulgent after my yoga class so I decided to treat myself to an insanely delicious and exorbitantly expensive raw coconut water and the latest issue of Lucky Peach. Somehow between setting my selections down on the register and paying, I picked up a half flat of fresh berries. I am still not sure how it happened, but it did.<br />
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I substituted regular pastry flour for the whole wheat pastry flour that the recipe calls for and traded out the huckleberries for the blueberries from my box o' berries, but any berry would do. Honestly, I think that it would have been best with the blackberries, but I am saving those for pie. </div>
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I love a lot of things about this cake. I love that the outside gets crunchy and the inside stays juicy and soft from the berries. I love that its not very sweet. I love that it goes with coffee, or I suspect nicely with some whipped cream. I love that it makes my house smell like baked berries. But mostly I love that it reminds me of home. </div>
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A perfect New England breakfast reminiscent of bead and breakfasts and summer mornings. My only wish is that I had east coast berries. I'll give the pacific northwest the crown when it comes to blackberries, raspberries, cherries, and strawberries- but New England takes blueberries. You will never change my mind. </div>
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Lets really talk about blueberries. As a kid we had giant blueberry bushes in our back yard, at least four or five big bushes that every year produced fists full of berries that my sisters and I would eat straight from the bush. We also lived just up the road from a pick-your-own blueberry farm, so we were never without fresh blueberries in the summer and frozen in the winter. One of my favorite treats growing up was frozen berries straight from the gallon zip-lock bag. Handful after handful until our hands were frozen and stained a deep purple. If only I had more patience, I could have made a lot of blueberry maple coffee cakes.... </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>For the Crumble </i></b><br />1/2 cup t pastry flour<br />4 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut 1/4-inch cubes<br />1/3 cup granulated maple sugar (or brown sugar)</span></div>
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It was wonderful. I couldn't have asked for more. I also ate a lot of other delicious food and went to a lot of my favorite places. In fact, three out of four of them. I am one lucky girl with some awesome and indulgent friends. You know who you are!<br />
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First up. Three desserts and homemade fernet at <a href="http://www.delanceyseattle.com/" target="_blank">Delancey</a>. Yes three of them, all of which followed two different pizzas (one with fennel kimchi which was out of this world and my favorite of all time crimini mushroom pizza), goat cheese with more grilled fennel, and a salad with pickled rhubarb. But before moving on to dessert- all of them- I would like to take a moment to acknowledge the fact that I've decided I really don't like tomato sauce all that much. In fact, I think it just gets in the way of all that cheese, grilled scapes, crimini, or fennel kimchi. I suppose however I've never had their tomato sauce, and if its anything like everything thing else I've had there, I am almost positive I could fall in love with it.<br />
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But moving on. As soon as we sat down I knew we would be getting all of the desserts. Each of the three was perfect in their own right, I had my favorite, but whose really counting when they were all so delicious. Plus, we sat at the counter and had the most lovely service that is only possible on the west coast, but made me feel very much at home.<br />
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First. Almond cake with brandied cherries and lemon.<br />
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To be fair this was my least favorite out of my two day dessert eating extravaganza. Between the light almond flavor and the cherry, it was a bit too ameretto like for me- not the cakes fault, but rather my own taste preferences. But, there was some stiff competition and this cake against any other everyday desserts would have blown all other contenders out of the water. </div>
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Second, and possibly my favorite because it is perfect in every which way- Raspberry Pavlova with fresh Billy's strawberries and whipped cream. Often Pavlova can turn out chalky and fairly unappetizing, but done right it's chewy, crunchy, and pillowy all at the same time. </div>
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Finally we ended the night with one of Molly's famous bittersweet salted chocolate chip cookies. A minegarde, if you will, except gigantic and gooey and served in a to-go bag. I love the cookies I make, not to be biased they are some of the best, but her's? These cookies are unreal. </div>
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Maybe it was the liquid courage from the homemade fernet, but I found out their cookie secret. It blew my mind. I'm not going to share it though, until I test it out, but it may just change my life. </div>
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Welcome day two of birthday dessert tasting- <a href="http://www.sitkaandspruce.com/index2.html" target="_blank">Sitka and Spruce</a>, which has been my ideal restaurant in Seattle and maybe anywhere for as long as I've known about it. I mostly love it because it is exactly the type of food I want to eat all of the time, anytime, at home or out. Also, it's airy, rustic, farmy, light atmosphere is always exactly where I want to be most of the time- dining or otherwise. They also have my all time favorite cake on the menu most of the time, so I figured the odds where in our favor. </div>
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Homemade yogurt with pistachios and berries. Definitely less sweet, but a good final bite too a great meal.<br />
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I really do have lovely friends. Friends who will share five desserts and not blink an eye when I asked to walk to Molly Moon's to get ice cream too.<br />
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Really, I couldn't have asked for more.KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-34158081463194445902012-07-07T13:32:00.004-07:002012-07-07T13:32:40.582-07:00what a waysFor better or worse, I've come a long way. It was around this time last year, when I was visiting friends and family in New York, that I decided to start this blog. I decided to start at the top, with what I still think is the best thing I've ever tasted.<br />
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Strawberry Shortcake.<br />
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It was a disaster. My biscuits were neither fluffy, nor sweet, and my whipped cream was not as much creamy as it was milky. Despite it all, I was off on a mission to bake and write my way through my 23rd year, and here I am about to be 24 and making strawberry shortcake with less than ideal results yet again.<br />
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So even though shortcake biscuits appear to be my baking nemesis, I can safely say I've come a long way. As with any amount of passing time, one hopes to get wiser and achieve some sense of heightened clarity. I am none of those things, but I am dorkier, more adventurous, and even more than ever a lover of sweets.<br />
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A quote I stumbled across a long time ago, and one that has stuck with me as I feel it speaks to life in a larger more metaphorical way, refers to strawberry shortcake in its most perfect (or not so perfect) form. James Beard once said, "There can be no dessert better, only fancier."<br />
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And so, while it wasn't that long ago that that sight of <span style="background-color: white;">a hard boiled, or any kind of cooked or uncooked egg yolk would have sent me running for the door- I took the masters advice and boiled and peeled, pressed and scrapped yolks into my biscuit batter. And someday I'll get it, really get it, and until then I'll keep trying... </span><br />
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It was good. I promise it was good. Just not as good as his. They were not fluffy, and somehow despite the recipes promise that it was <i>impossible </i>to overwork this dough- I did it anyway. Then I pressed it out too thin and made slightly overdone shortbread cookies. <br />
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I am probably being to hard on myself, because afterall there is still no better dessert I can think of, only fancier, and in the case of my version- a lot fancier.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">As much as I love Seattle, there is something about the 4th of July, summer, and my upcoming birthday that makes me miss the East Coast just a bit. </span>So in the spirit of America, birthdays, home, and growing up- lets all eat shortcake.<br />
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James Beard Strawberry Short Cake<br />
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2 cups AP flour<br />
1/4 cup sugar<br />
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon soda<br />
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2 hard boiled egg yolks (pressed through a micro strainer)<br />
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Whisk together flour, sugar, and powder. Add in butter, working it into the dough with fingers or pastry cutter. Add in yolks, stir. Fold in cream and mix until just combined. Chill. Press out into 1.5 inch thick rounds and cut into circles. Paint with melted butter and sprinkle with sugar (I used maple sugar). Bake for 12-15 minutes or until golden brown and firm to the touch. Let cool.<br />
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<i>For the strawberries: </i><br />
Wash and cut strawberries into halves or quarters. Place into glass bowl with a squeeze of lemon and sugar.<br />
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Whip 1 quarte of heavy whipping cream with about 1/4 cup sugar.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-6531840137745608862012-07-02T13:20:00.002-07:002012-07-02T13:20:14.251-07:00practice makes perfect.I've expressed my devotion to grapefruit, love of lemon, and secret hatred of orange, but what about lime?<br />
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Other than when it's garnishing my margaritta, or when I'm reaching over them to buy lemons in the grocery store, limes and I rarely cross paths. Until now.<br />
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Now, with a little practice I plan on adding these to my repitoire...<br />
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Here's a fun fact about limes. The British Military were late to the game in scurvy prevention, relying on limes rather than the lemons many of their Caribbian Colonies had already realized provided 4 times as much vitamin C, earning themselves the nickname limey. History lesson of the day. </div>
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Here's the thing about limes though.<br />
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They are really very tart. Much more sour in fact, than lemons. So while I followed the <a href="http://etpanache.blogspot.com/2012/03/that-time-of-year.html" target="_blank">same recipe</a> I use to make lemon or grapefruit bars- I think next time I will add a little more sugar.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-85592942956715533532012-06-20T13:12:00.002-07:002012-06-20T13:12:32.543-07:00accidental bliss.Hello summer. Or rather, welcome. Instead of talking about the sun and how glorious it is, how much is makes this city sing, and how it's officially the first day of summer I thought I would just show you this.<br />
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Blue sky, Ferris wheel, and one giddy girl behind the camera lens. It's days like these that make you so happy you can't even believe how lucky you are. So excited even though you can't put a finger on what exactly the reason is, you have to share it with someone. And when there is no one in your immediate grasp, these kind of days often end in a long cross country calls to your sister who can only begin to make sense of your excitement when you take your first breath after twenty two minutes of non stop chatter. <br />
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That is accidental, stumbled upon, no-real reason kind of bliss. It's my favorite kind. <br />
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It was in one of these transcendental states of accidental bliss that I rather inadvertently made this.<br />
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While I am not much of a planner, I usually set out to make something specific when I step into the kitchen. More often than not I have a craving, special ingredient, new recipe, or occasion that tends to steer me towards the end result. But yesterday, yesterday was some spontaneous domino effect kinda baking.<br />
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Honestly, I wasn't going to bake anything. I was going to clean. But when I went to throw away some brown specked bananas, I realized I hadn't replaced the garbage bag, and in the moment it took me to set down the bananas and replace the trash bag I thought hey- I should probably use these.<br />
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So then I was going to make cookies.<a href="http://etpanache.blogspot.com/2011/09/shopping-lists-and-cookies.html" target="_blank"> Cowboy cookies</a> to be exact. My second snafu (or shall we say stroke of good luck) was that I only had super cold butter. So I cheated and went to soften the butter on the stove, but as a I do from time to time, I got momentarily distracted and my butter went from soft to bubbling so I figured I might as well let it go all the way to brown.<br />
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So then I had bananas and brown butter and the inkling of a plan. If you don't know this about me, and why would you I guess, I love alliteration. A lot. I mean look at my name, it was meant to be.<br />
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Anyways, for no other reason than wanting to add a forth b to the mix I added some bourbon. That's what happened. <span style="background-color: white;">Born out of a spontaneous string of events, affinity of word sounds, and most importantly a state of utter accidental bliss I present <i>Brown Butter Bourbon Banana Bread.</i> </span><br />
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<i>Brown Butter Banana Bread</i><br />
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1/3 cup butter, browned and salted<br />
2 -3 large brown bananas mashed<br />
1 egg (beaten slightly)<br />
3/4 cup brown sugar<br />
2 tablespoons bourbon<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla extract<br />
pinch salt<br />
dashes of cinnamon, nutmeg, and clove<br />
1 teaspoon baking soda<br />
1 1/2 cups flour<br />
1 cup milk chocolate chips (optional... but really?)<br />
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Brown butter on stove. Wait for butter to bubble, get translucent, then remove from heat before it burns. You should be able to tell by the smell, brown butter smells more like nuts than actual butter.<br />
Mix butter in with mashed bananas. Add in sugar, egg, vanilla, bourbon. Sprinkle in salt, spices, and soda. Add in flour last. Stir to combine. Add in choc chips. Pour batter into buttered bread pan and bake at 350 for about 50 minutes.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-11259284760733625642012-06-13T15:12:00.001-07:002012-06-14T10:14:47.200-07:00boats and birthdays and of course, cake.My roommate in college was allergic to all raw fruits and vegetables. If that were me I would probably die. But then I was reminded the other day at a birthday brunch on a boat drinking watermelon mimosas that if I were allergic to raw fruit, I could still eat cake. Specifically, cake with fruit, that is baked, juicy and delicious.<br />
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So I would have that going for me.<br />
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This cake is also gluten free. And mostly vegan. Mostly. I am mildly opposed to gluten free, but this cake is good. I mean really good. Not just good in an ok way especially for being gluten free. Good. Just good in a melty, crumbly, strusseley, crunchy, you would never know except I just told you sort of way.<br />
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It can be our secret. I won't tell.<br />
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Anyways, I did some research on gluten free baking and am still working on a few tricks, but it seems to come down to the viscosity and the fluff factor. Very technical terms, but basically you don't want to overwork your dough and you want to make sure you have enough of a binder. Also, I am morally opposed to xantham gum- mostly because it is really expensive and comes in too big of a package, so I've just been adding extra baking soda and egg whites. I am not sure if it's a fluke yet, but it worked well with this particular coffee cake.<br />
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My conclusion on the whole gluten free baking thing is that it can be delicious if you don't try to hard.<br />
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Meaning, you can't just make your favorite dessert and take out the gluten and expect it to be just as good. Especially, if you like chocolate chip cookies. They will never not taste like cardboard. It's a fact. Or at least it's what I am going with for now, but I don't have all that much invested in disproving my thesis. If I never eat a gluten free cookie again I would be extremely content. That being said, desserts that don't revolve around the unbeatable match of gluten and butter- so no pies and no cookies sorry- can rather easily be just as, and sometimes more, tasty than their gluten full brethren.<br />
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To be fair I don't really remember the recipe I used exactly. But the good thing is I have a lot of brown rice flour, almond meal, and coconut oil so I'll try to get it down to a science.<br />
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Until then, cheers to birthdays, boats, and coffee cake that makes you gush.<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-74083188862618217362012-06-11T08:53:00.002-07:002012-06-11T08:53:39.144-07:00booze. and other things that happened this week..It's been a big week for booze. Or at least for me hanging out in distilleries....<br />
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It's not really dessert I know, but it's sweet and it's what I was up to.<br />
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First Vodka. Who knew that vodka doesn't always suck on its own? And that it is sometimes particularly good in a giant moscow mule....<br />
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I covered the launch of Glass Vodka and the Glass Distillery in SODO on friday. Mostly I got to to listen men in silver suits with pocket squares tell me about premium Vodka and got to feel a little like P.Diddy on a yatch. It was fun.<br />
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I also got to eat steak on little squares of toast.<br />
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That would have still been a good about amount of distillery action for me for one week, or rather, more than usual. But then on Saturday I got to help bottle, label, and package Big Gin for my friends at Captive Spirit. Seriously what a perfect Saturday. Good music, good people, good coffee, and of course good gin.<br />
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Really good gin. <br />
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Specifically, I got to try their barrel aged gin- aged in barrels from Heaven Hills Distillery- and that tastes exactly how I sometimes wish whiskey tasted like all of the time. Good bless America.<br />
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Oh and one last thing non-booze related, for now at least I still think rhubarb lemon gin and tonics sound good, I bought, sliced, bagged, and froze a lot of rhubarb.<br />
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A lot. Somewhere in the eight to ten pounds range....<br />
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It won't be exactly the same, I know, but the chance at winter rhubarb pies and dream bars was too hard to resist, if they last that long...<br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-62054347980951996452012-06-02T15:22:00.001-07:002012-06-02T15:23:29.830-07:00peas and carrots<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Let me start by saying, this has nothing to do with peas and carrots. Nothing. I just couldn't think of a coupling less annoying than ying and yang. Maybe I should have gone with zig and zag?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Or maybe just chocolate and coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">First, lets talk about coffee and how much I love it and how I drink way too much of it. <i>Way to much.</i> I'd like to think of it not so much as a habit, but as a luxury I indulge, however somewhere along the line it's taken a turn (or shall we say zig) for the worse. It would be too painful for all, you and me included, if I were to actually calculate how much I spend on coffee a week, or a month, or christ- in a whole year. I could probably buy a yacht, or at the very least a motorboat... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Here's the thing about me. Besides loving to bake, I don't cook anything. I mean anything. Left to my own devices I usually eat vegetables and more often than not raw. Honestly, for all the coffee I drink I can't even make that great of a hot cup of joe at home. This is not an exaggeration. I am slightly hopeless when it comes to my culinary prowess. I get easily distracted. Usually, unless I am baking something delicious and sweet I forget what I'm doing. I start sauteing asparagus, or cooking rice, and the next thing you know I'm folding laundry or getting lost in a book and the kitchen is starting to smoke. I should learn I know, I may even like it, but for now I'll take raw vegetables and lots and lots of dessert and cold brew coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It's easy. Really easy. So easy I'm amazed it's taken me this long to do at home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Step #1. Fill jar with 1.5 cups or more of ground coffee beans</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Step #2. Fill with 9 cups of water, approximately.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Step #3. Refrigerate for 24 hours</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Step #4. Strain</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Step #6. Drink.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">So that's the first part of this fantastic match.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The second. Chocolate. I think you know how I feel about cake, it's not as good as pie, and I just don't care for frosting of most varieties, but I do like powdered sugar and what I will now refer to as Monday cakes. They're your everyday kind of cake. No celebration needed. Except of course, the celebration of coffee and chocolate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I first saw this recipe <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/" target="_blank">here</a>, weeks ago. Honestly, I almost dropped what I was doing, ran to the store and bought buckwheat flour, but I didn't. That doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it though...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Chocolate Buckwheat Cake. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">What? Yes....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">This cake fits so many bills. First, it's chocolaty and buttery- an obvious yes for any everyday or any day cake. Second, in addition to being all about chocolate, it is more appropriately all about the eggs. As someone who went egg less for most of her life, there is nothing I appreciate more than the sight of pluming, billowing piles of eggs and sugar. Yes please. And finally, due in most part to the fluffing of the eggs I used my beautiful kitchen aid, which as I've mention earlier, has sat unattended for far too long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">3 1/2 ounces bittersweet chocolate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Heavy pinch of salt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1 teaspoon vanilla</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1/4 cup buckwheat flour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1/4 cup almond flour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1/2 cup sugar</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Preheat oven to 350. Melt chocolate and butter in a double boiler. Set aside. Mix sugar, eggs, and salt together until fluffy and twice the volume. Usually takes about 9 minutes. DO NOT skimp on this step. It's worth the wait.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Add in chocolate mixture and vanilla. Mix. Sprinkle almond and buckwheat flours into mixture, fold to combine. Pour into buttered and parchment papered cake pan. I would definitely suggest using parchment paper, I didn't and things got a little hairy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Bake for approximately 20 minutes. Let cool. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and your choice of toppings. Whipped cream, berries, ice cream, or let me suggest-- coffee.</span><br />
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<br />KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370560364471180851.post-9265200868167249912012-05-27T12:38:00.000-07:002012-05-27T12:38:01.410-07:00perfect morning for...<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">This morning was a perfect morning for a lot of things. Many of which I did not in fact do, like sleep in, make my own coffee, or clean my room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">However I did make biscuits. It may have been one of the best decisions I've ever made on a Sunday morning. Ever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">On Friday I was in Portland and I had a biscuit and egg for breakfast. While I may be giving the biscuit itself more credit than deserved, as my exhausted post concert state may have made me slightly more susceptible to false-biscuit-charm than usual, I've been dreaming of them ever since.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I've made pie dough and scones and the occasional shortcake biscuit, but never your traditional non dessert variety. You know the kind. The biscuit and gravy kind. The biscuit and jam kind (my favorite, obviously). The biscuit and chowder kind. The kind of biscuit that can be easily adapted to any taste or meal- sweet or savory.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Since I didn't have a recipe I thought I would lean upon the world of mathematics. I know, I know, but I'm studying for the GRE so I need my practice and Michael Ruhlman may just be the smartest man I know....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Let's talk about Ratios. Or rather, the ratio that leads us to delicious breakfast biscuits- the likes of which are perfect for lazy, grey Sunday mornings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">According to my man, it's a 3:1:2. Essentially, the same ingredients as pie dough, but with twice the liquid-- meaning more gluten and more flakes, crumbles, butter, and overall doughiness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Sounds good to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Oh and let me tell you, Mr. Ruhlman nailed this one one the head. Or rather, if you will allow me to, <i>took the biscuit</i> with this recipe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He also added baking powder, which I did as well, and then I took the liberty of adding some baking soda in addition to the powder. Resulting in a more rustic and charming biscuit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">3:1:2 Biscuits</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Adapted from Ratio by Michael Ruhlman </span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">3 cups flour (scant cups)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>A measurement I just learned, meaning a cup that is not completely full. Personally, I think it's a terrible word, simply because of the way it sounds, but until I find a better one it will do. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1 teaspoon baking soda</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A heavy pinch of salt </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">2 scant (or substitute your invented word) cups of butter milk</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">8 ounces cold unsalted butter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Like pie dough, mix flour, salt, powder, and soda in large bowl. Add in cubed ice cold butter and incorporate well into the flour. You can use two knives or just your thumb and forefinger to pinch the butter into the flour mixture. Add in buttermilk. Stir and let set in the refrigerator for about an hour. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Drop dough onto a lined baking sheet (not greased) and bake for 25 minutes at 400 degrees. Feel free to sprinkle with a little raw sugar or salt depending on your preference or intended biscuit accompaniment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Then enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Yes, that is a poached egg. I am still working on it, but I've determined it comes down to panache. There are tips and techniques- vinegar, spiraling water, etc- but I'm convinced it comes down to just a splash of verve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I wanted to end with one last biscuit pun. But the only idioms I could think of didn't seem that fitting. Something to do with buttering my biscuit or broken biscuits and grizzly bears...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I don't know. What I want to say is I have a kitchen full of biscuits and worse things have happened.</span>KKENThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650536414251854392noreply@blogger.com0