Category Archives: Baking

In Search of a Restorative Effect

Oh man.

First order of business: Last night my sorority sisters wanted to know if the Oreo Truffles would be appearing on the blog.

Behold.

And yes, instead of actually editing my photos tonight, we’re just hitting the “Lomo” filter.

Today was a case study in how doing this…

Mission: Accomplished.

Turned into this…

Cocktails, anyone?

For the record, the two are totally unrelated.  My cookies did not strike me down.

Long story short, a quarter of the way into my run (it was 40 and sunny out on The Tundra today), I got smacked with the migraine of the century.  Which turned into…um…really not good.

Who knew that the 12 pack of Ginger Ale I got as a bonus at the gas station for buying a gift card for our Adopt-a-Family would actually come in handy?

Despite the fact that food wasn’t terrifically interesting to me today (that I ate toast for breakfast should have been a warning sign of its own), my mother’s mild chicken curry that sits in a slurry of vegetable sauce over rice did have something of a restorative effect.  I like to think of it as a modern twist on chicken noodle soup.

What do you turn to when you’re sick?  Soup?  Flat soda?  Toast?  Tums?

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Disaster Strikes

The view from my kitchen at 8:00 AM.

Apparently I’m just More Inspired to bake at that hour than any other.  So I set to work preparing the filling for a batch of Oreo Truffles that will be coming with me to an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party tonight and the dough for the nine dozen cookies I’m meant to be bringing to my department’s cookie exchange on Tuesday.

For the record, if you offer to organize a cookie exchange and assume that you will not have 100% participation, then The Universe will make sure that you have the highest level of participation that anyone has ever seen in a cookie exchange ever.

Because when 17 people are ready to swap-it-out, suddenly it seems more practical to exchange cookies by the half-dozen rather than the whole dozen.

Marcus doesn’t eat desserts (though apparently he is A Major Fan of cookie dough).  I am but one person.  17 half-dozens of cookies is pushing it ’round these parts.

My morning baking session?  Went off without a hitch.  I rolled truffles and dipped pretzels, chilled cookie dough and all was right with the world.

When we returned home from lunch, I got cracking on my exchange cookies.  Rolling balls, unwrapping mass amounts of miniature Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, preparing mini-muffin tins.

After pressing my dough into service and waiting the prescribed amount of time, I pulled my tins from the oven, and took them out to the garage to cool them down a bit.

Working with  Mother Nature.  It’s the Minnesotan way to get things done, you see?

I brought them in to “pry them from the pan with a knife” and discovered that something in the baking process had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

In an irreparable structural failure-sort of way.

As in, of the 84 cookies I baked (I still had a few dozen ready-to-go for tomorrow), THESE are my survivors.

Minus one.

In the spirit of Groundhog Day, I’ll be waking up to do it all over again (literally) tomorrow.

What is the biggest baking catastrophe you’ve ever experienced?

p.s. Be a Good Cookie Week is wrapping-up!  Check 0ut Mads’ Gingersnaps, Allison’s Christmas wish and An Island Mom’s Brownie Cookies!

Cookie Week: Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies

Good morning, kittens!  I know, so early.  But today’s post is my contribution to Be a Good Cookie Week.

Earlier this year, Kirsten shared with us that she lost her sister, Cheryl, to cancer at an early age.  As the fall progressed (and with the holidays right around the corner) she mentioned to Allison, Jeanne, Mads, Megan and I that she was thinking about doing a little something to raise awareness for children’s cancer through her blog.

She had only just pressed the send button when the rest of us piled on board.  Because friends do not let friends walk that path alone.  We are grandmothers, mothers, and someday-mothers.  Aunts, sisters, daughters and nieces.  Childhood cancers are not a one person battle.

The cause that is close to her heart is Cookies for Kids’ Cancer, founded by Gretchen Holt-Witt.  Gretchen is a mother who watched her son Liam battle a cancer of the nervous system.  Getting even with cancer instead of remaining powerless and angry, Gretchen organized a bake sale.  Over the course of three weeks, she and the individuals who volunteered to help her in this fight for funding of pediatric cancer therapy research moved 96,000 cookies for a total of $400,000.

A movement was born.

When I re-read the post that Kirsten wrote, introducing us to this cause, one number really hit home for me.

Her sister, Cheryl, would have been 24 years old this year.

I am 24 years old this year.

It is a fact that I am totally unable to make any sense of.

The writing is on the wall.

Any age is too soon, but we cannot continue to let cancer take the lives our young.

Before we get started, I wanted to make sure that we were all on the same page.

When I read about other bloggers in the kitchen, I have a very clear-cut vision of what it must look like.

Their hair is done, they’re wearing a camera-ready outfit.  They never get ingredients on their clothes.  Their kitchens are immaculate.

Just so we’re all on the same page, this is what I look like when I impulsively decide to begin my baking immediately after an early breakfast on a Sunday morning.

Right?  Right.

For my batch of heaven, I decided to go with the Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies from the CFKC Best Bake Sale Cookbook.

Making these was the perfect choice, because it’s something that’s on my 25 by 25 list and the first recipe I tried was…unimpressive.

This definitely righted that wrong.

The recipe asked me to grind the oats in my food processor.  Since I only made a half-batch, that seemed really excessive.  So I turned to my immersion blender instead.  God I love that thing.  You hook it up, do what you need to do and at the end, you only have a blender and a cup to clean.  It is so beyond easy.

I had already started mixing and dumping things by the time I realized I needed to start thinking like a food blogger and get snapping.  So here’s my effort.

In case you actually wanted to know what’s hiding in that green bowl, it was sugar.  Brown and white.

Amen.

I think I was supposed to use 1.5 cups of chocolate chips, but this ended up being more like…2.  How did this happen?  It’s very simple, really.  I had two open bags of chocolate chips floating around in my pantry and I wanted nothing more than to be rid of them both.  The ratio of chips to actual dough may or may not have been 1:1.

And it was good.

After wrasslin’ with parchment paper for the better part of 10 minutes, only to realize that it’s only necessary if you want to keep your baking sheets looking nice, I ditched the stuff and got my cookies in the oven.

Amen.

The finished product.  Behold.

Truthfully, I didn’t know that cookies like this could come out of my kitchen.

Once I’m done surviving the nine dozen cookies I need to action for a work cookie exchange next week, I’ll be pulling this recipe out again.

Only next time?  I’ll be making the full-batch instead of the half.

And don’t forget, the reindeer games are not over yet!

Monday – Kirsten from Comfortably Domestic
Tuesday – Jeanne from Inside NanaBread’s Head
Wednesday – Megan from Wanna Be A Country Clever
Thursday – Kat from Tenaciously Yours,
Friday – Mads from La Petite Pancake
Saturday – Allison from Decadent Philistines Save the World

Also, make sure to check out Kirsten and Jeanne’s giveaways!

What do you look like when you’re in the middle of some serious baking?

What is your go-to recipe for perfect cookies?

Exhibit A: Pumpkin Bars

Oh my word.  Let’s just pretend that yesterday’s post never happened.  When I looked back at it, I couldn’t help but to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.  I blame Chardonnay and the documentary on the Burning Man festival that I was watching.  It’s hard to mind your P’s and Q’s in that sort of situation.

But today, I promise that I can do better for you kittens.

Since Thanksgiving is (literally) right around the corner, it’s time to start wrapping-up The Fall Five.

Yes, I still need to take my car in for a wash.  And I realize that somehow I’ve managed to spend the longest amount of time on what was probably the easiest goal.

The snow is coming this weekend so I promise that I’ll get it done.

Pinky swear.

But now, we move forward.

Last weekend it was time to action a batch of fall treats.  Originally I had visions of actioning MANY fall treats.  Pumpkin.  Apple.  Ginger.  Pecan.  Barks.  Muffins.  Cookies.  Cakes.

Then the reality of the situation set in.

I don’t have unlimited amounts of time.

My husband doesn’t like desserts.

I can’t lose the marathon weight and eat all of the desserts on my own.

So I scaled back and kept with the pumpkin theme that I’ve been embracing this fall.

You know you’re onto something when you Google Pumpkin Bars and the first recipe in the search results is from Paula Deen.

See Exhibit A.

Hello?  No brainer.  You say yes.  Because even though I’ve seen her make some dishes that would make your hair stand on-end from a healthy living standpoint, you know what comes out of her kitchen is always 11/10 delicious.

I mixed the batter.  Licked the frosting off of the beaters.  Made merry.  The usual routine.

My choice of recipe was reaffirmed last Saturday when I dropped Marcus off for a guys’ night en route to girls’ night.  When we walked into Mike’s house, the first thing I spied on the coffee table were a plate of…Paula Deen’s Pumpkin Bars (they do have a distinctive, cake-like look, after all).

As it turns out, Jillian had felt like The Universe was directing her to bake as well.  So, like any sane person, she Heeded The Message and hopped to.  As it turns out, The Universe had intended for us to bake The Exact Same Thing on The Same Day.  Like I said before, seeing her bars on the coffee table was like showing up at school wearing the same shirt as your best friend.

Except on a cosmic scale.

What’s your favorite fall treat to make?  Share your links/recipes if you have them!

Pie Week, Day 3: Pumpkin Pie

Once upon a time (way back in the middle of the summer), six bloggers put their heads together and decided that something needed to be done about the fact that they couldn’t actually spend time in the kitchen together.

So they put on their aprons and decided to bake together anyway.

And the idea for Pie Week was born.

Y’all know from the 25 by 25 that #6 Learn how to bake a pie crust from scratch, is something I’ve wanted to needed to tackle.  So the moment that we agreed on Pie as The Theme, I did a little happy dance.

The only requirement for our week of festive Reindeer Games?  We all had to use Kirsten’s No Excuses Pie Crust.

Kirsten Believes In Butter and I Do Too so her crust as Our Standard was a perfect starting point.

Plus, with a name like “No Excuses” instead of Martha Stewart’s more intimidatingly named Pate Brisee, I was sold on the fact that I might actually be able to…make it.

After reviewing the recipe more than a handful of times (it was probably more like 20), I set the scene.  I froze my butter, iced my water down and pulled out the dough blade for my food processor.

The first rule of boldly going into the unknown: Be Prepared.

And as a reward for my efforts, I was greeted with this lovely sight…

Not one crust, but two crusts!

By the way, did you know how insane it is to try to photograph your food while you’re making it?  I found myself completely and utterly unprepared and at a loss.

As it turns out, those cooking bloggers are NOT playing around.

For the filling, I used the recipe from the back of the store brand pumpkin puree can.  There was no recipe development or “tweaking.”  I played it safe and trusted The Man.

Andy Warhol, beware.

Did you know that Pumpkin Pie is a custard pie?

Me neither.

Until I cracked the eggs in, gave the mixture a whirl with my hand mixture and proceeded to be astonished by the vast quantity of filling I had managed to produce in such a short span of time.

Originally I was planning on making mini-pies in a muffin tin.  So cute, right?  But once I got a good look at my pie filling and my crust, one regular-sized pie seemed like the appropriate choice.

So I pulled out Marcus’ Baube’s pie plate (which I had given absolutely no thought to until that very moment in time), pressed the crust into it and got baking.

The spicy-sweet scent that permeated the house was unbelievable.  Even Marcus: Dessert Hater remarked on how wonderful it was.

And after an hour, the finished product.

Obviously I spent a lot of time trying to beautify the edges of the crust. ;)

When it came time to devour it, I brought it over to my parents’ house as an offering to accompany the beer tasting we did on Sunday evening.  Mom offered to action a batch of homemade whipped cream to go with it, but we all agreed that there’s a certain je ne sais quoi to the canned stuff.

Perhaps the best discovery to come from all of this is the fact that in our house it can now be Thanksgiving all year long.

You may now refer to me as Kat: Pie Baking Survivor.

Amen.

And because the buck does not stop here, you absolutely have to get to know my fellow partners in crime!

Wednesday – Kat from Tenaciously Yours, (Obviously)

Last but not least, our progress thus far…

Pie Week, Day 1 – click here to see Kirsten’s Monday entry – Apple Tart with a Cheddar Streusel ToppingMarcus loves apples and Marcus loves cheese so this is definitely one I’ll be springing on him.

Pie Week, Day 2 – click here to see Jeanne’s Tuesday extravaganza – Bananas Foster Fried Pies.  I SLAY MYSELF.

Up Next: Mads from La Petite Pancake tackles a fruity, multi-berry confection.  Will I wish I were right there with her in her California kitchen?  Yes.

What is your favorite kind of pie?

p.s. Edited to add, I’m taking part in the Loving the Pie party!

Want to know more?  Come join Love the Pie with TidyMom  sponsored by Cherokee USA, Le Creuset, Wilton, Bags by Bloom and  Harvard Common Press.

A Bit of Holiday Baking

Today, post-services (we’re nearing the end of Yom Kippur as I type), I actioned some baking for the break-fast, including a batch of Megan’s Lemon Thyme Biscotti.

We can debate the merits of baking when you can’t taste/eat/sample ANY of it, but for now, just feast your eyes.

She was not kidding when she said the scent would permeate every area of your house.

The scent permeated…every area of our house.

Marcus: That smells really good.  What kind of bread are you baking?

He just keeps the slices of humble pie coming ’round these parts.

And baking was the perfect opportunity to use the apron I won from Julia’s giveaway.

Yes, I'm stretching out my running tights while I bake. This is the way I live.

Gorgeous, right?

She bought them for a girls’ weekend and had an extra to share with her readers.  I find comfort in the fact that I now have four polka-dotted sisters in baking dotted across the country.

I have to run – we’re about to head out to break the fast!

What’s one dessert recipe you’ve been dying to try for a while?

Are you an apron-user?

I’ll be honest, I really wasn’t until I moved into my apartment a couple of years ago.  When I realized that it would spare my shirts from savage grease spatters, I got on-board really quick.  The only rule?  They have to be cute!


Like the Stone Age

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This would be my biggest effort at coherent cookie-design.

So, today I got to bake Christmas cookies en masse with Tiffany, Tawny, Michelle and a couple of other lovely ladies.

I ate my weight in frosting.  It was fabulous.

I had a really great post typed up for today too.  I re-hashed last night’s Ugly Sweater party, the inappropriate amounts of Nouveau Beaujolais that I consumed (I am now the luckiest person on the planet), and how epic the Sugar Cookie Dough Balls were.

But thanks to Comcast, not only has my humble abode been plunged into technological darkness, but the entire Midwest has been transformed into an Internet ghetto.

How does that even happen in 2010?

So instead, here I am pecking on my DROID X at 10:30 PM from the comfort of my blanket burrito.  I’m positive that the only thing that can come from this arrangement is some extremely bizarre form of Carpal Tunnel.

How thrilling.

In the midst of this pestilence, my only solace is in the fact that today I had Really Great Hair.

Internet/Technology horror stories.  Go.

Really, the irony in all of this is that if I still had my BlackBerry, I’d be able to dock it to my netbook and enjoy Totally Normal (albeit, slow) Internet.

Hammer and Chisel are really the only reliable way to go these days. Or those Dixie cups you connect with a string.

The Universe Spoke.

I think we all have an understanding of the fact that when The Universe Speaks, I listen.

I’ve got an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party to attend tonight with some of my favorite ladies.  It’s an annual extravaganza.

Hotties.

And this year, I’m meant to be bringing dessert.

I wasn’t in a frosting-making mood, so decorating sugar cookies was out.  As was any sort of elaborate cake-baking.

Can you tell I’m a bit fussed today?  I blame it on the ~5″ inches of snow we got last night.

I finally settled on baking Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies.  They’re my favorite kind and I’ve made them zero times in the last six years, preferring to rely on the kindness of strangers.

My logic knows no bounds.

But then The Universe Spoke.

I was reading about Bree’s latest foray into Mama Pea’s Dough Balls, which we can now style as sugar cookies for all seasons.  Amen.

I kid you not, I was instantly moved.  To the point where I threw on a jacket and hopped into the car to grab some festive sprinkles and decorative sugar from the grocery store.

Before. Presentation is everything.

After. Not nearly as cute. But definitely as delicious.

I licked the beaters, I licked the bowl and I definitely tested one.  You know, just to make sure they were safe for the masses to devour.

They are the safest.

If you’re reading this now, The Universe is probably speaking to you as well.  Make them.  Immediately.  On the list of regrets you will have at the end of the day, this will not be one of them.

Since Marcus and I will be separately out and about tonight, we exchanged presents early today.

Night Four.

For him. An EPA and an IPA (I think). Marcus is a fan and I thought that he might enjoy one or both of them tonight!

For her. I collected My Little Ponies obsessively when I was little and my parents still have all of them (we are talking hundreds here, people). I had a good laugh when he gave me this.

Cliche or not, do you rock the Ugly Christmas sweater theme during December?

My sweater is covered in kittens nesting in the mistletoe and it is The Best.  No matter how many times I wash it, it still reeks of patchouli and the thrift store that I bought it in.  I still love it.

Another Lazy Sunday

This morning, we were basically iced-in as a result of the Sleet from Hell last night.

Since I had to cancel my breakfast plans and postpone grocery shopping, I decided it was finally time to try making the dough balls care of Mama Pea that everyone and their brother on the internet has been buzzing about for the last few weeks.

What are Sundays, if not for baking?

Maybe movie-watching.  But the fact that I holed-up in The Man Cave and watched It’s Complicated (John Krasinski is great in it) is really not the moral of the tale I want to tell you today.

The baking?  Is.

A mixer pic, just for you Kelly!

The end product.

Now before we go any further, I need y’all to brace yourselves.

Maybe even have a seat.

You see, I thought that these were just BEYOND.

Shocker of the century, I know.

But what was more astonishing?  That Marcus ate TWO of them without coercion or Threat of Bodily Harm.  The man who will eat another steak when he’s on a cruise instead of Cherries Jubilee, the one that you can’t bribe to eat dessert under any circumstances at any time, even when starvation is the only other viable option, ate TWO dough balls.

Yes, the thud you just heard was my jaw dropping and hitting the ground.

For my interpretation (because I basically took the recipe and then proceeded to not make it that way), check out Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Balls.

When I finally managed to escape from the house to go grocery shopping,  I managed to resolve the issue of what to fill my snowman bowl with.  While I was at Trader Joe’s, I found these fabulous miniature Belgian chocolate bars that come in a mixed variety-pack (Dark Chocolate with Espresso, Milk Chocolate with Almonds, Milk Chocolate and Dark Chocolate) for the holidays.  Can you say perfection?

How often do you take a recipe and “make it” while basically changing the entire thing?

Bakers, when are you most given towards baking?  Do you usually bake for yourselves or for others?

I know I love baking on the weekends because there are boundless amounts of time and usually places where I can bring my treats to pawn them off on other people!

Game Night

On Friday, Marcus informed me that he had invited “the guys” over to watch the Vikings-Packer game tonight.

So naturally, my first thought wasn’t Where are we going to put them all? but rather, What will we feed them?

When I returned from the grocery store with this week’s haul, I realized we still had five apples leftover from last week’s half-peck (yes, we eat that many apples a week).  Thank god fruit crisps/crumbles are something I now feel confident whipping out on an as-needed basis.

Enter:

Crisp Topping: 1 stick butter, 1/2 c flour, 1/4 c oats, 3/4 c sugar, 1/2 c sliced almonds and a pinch of salt.

Five gala apples, cored and thinly sliced. Sprinkled with cinnamon and nutmeg for good measure.

~45 minutes later @ 350 degrees. Otherwise the crust sometimes burns. No bueno.

Why is it worth knowing how to make a good fruit crisp?  Because you can’t buy them in the frozen section.  So it makes other people feel like you made an effort for them.  Making an effort for others is the point of entertaining.

Furthermore (new cooks take note!), I am a HUGE believer in being able to make homemade dishes that only require pantry staples and involve a minimum of steps.

In addition to making a crisp this afternoon (and some artichoke dip…which goes back to the concept I just shared), I managed to get my nails in order.  Thank god.  As far as I’m concerned, this weekend has been a complete success.

What are your go-to dishes for entertaining?