Monday, September 27, 2010

Baking Bread

In my last blog I announced that I was going to teach myself to be a baker.
My first attempt at baking bread didn't turn out too well,
so here I go again.
First I call up the recipe for whole wheat bread on my little kitchen computer.
I assemble the ingredients:
whole wheat flower
brown sugar
warm water
dry yeast
powdered milk
salt
oil,
and of course my new mixer with a dough hook.

the yeast is proofed with warm water and brown sugar
and added to the dry ingredients.
Additional flour, 1/2 cup at a time and the oil is added to the mixing bowl with the dough hook running.

The dough is placed in a greased bowl and allowed to rise in a warm draft free place, in this case, my unheated oven.
Here is the dough after the first rising.




I punch the dough down, divide it, and roll it out to form two rolls.




This is the dough after a second rise.
I need to find out how to cause it to rise higher.







This is the finished product.





As you can see the slices are small
but delicious!







I will keep trying.






Friday, September 17, 2010

I want to be a baker

The garden is almost finished blooming for the year.


I have this wonderful new KitchenAid mixer.


I think for a fall and winter project I will try to teach myself how to bake.




The following poem is from Gunilla Norris' book, "Becoming Bread".






The Kitchen





Familiar and strange,


the kitchen is a holy place---


alive with possibility.






A place for the elements.


Water in the tap,


fire in the stove,


earth in the food,


air---between, around, above, and below.






Behind the cupboard doors


are the pots and the pans,


the bowls and the dishes,


the measuring cups


and the measuring spoons---






holy things


that lie ready for use,


much like our dreams


that lie waiting


behind our eyelids.






The kitchen is alchemical,


a place where we cook---actually


and spiritually. We come to it


for nourishment and ease.


We come to it as to a center---






the heart of the house,


the heart of dwelling.


In the kitchen we are one,


linked by hunger---


actual hunger and spiritual hunger.






We go to the kitchen to be


nourished and revealed.


It is a holy place.






My first self-taught lesson will be about making a rustic free-form apple tart.






I start by making a Pate Brisee for the crust.






To make the flakiest crust it is important to use cold ingredients.


2 1/2 cups of all purpose flour and 2 sticks of unsalted butter have been chilled in the refrigerator.









The butter has been cut into small pieces.




The flour and 1 teaspoon of salt has been pulsed in a food processor just enough to combine.





The butter has been added and pulsed until the mixture resembles course crumbs, about 10 seconds.







1/4 cup of ice water








is poured through the feed tube in a steady stream, with the processor running, just until the dough holds together, about 30 seconds.



My mother was able to accomplish this without the fancy machines and gadgets!


The dough is then divided in two parts and formed into flattened disks.








The disks are wrapped in plastic; one disk is put into the freezer for another day, the other is refrigerated for 2 hours.











Next I prepare 6 Granny Smith apples for the filling.










I core, peel, and thinly slice the apples.











The apples are place in a large bowl and combined with the juice of a lemon and 1/4 cup granulated sugar.













I retrieve the pate brisee from the refrigerator.














I roll out the crust into an approximate 14 inch circle.


This will be a rustic tart so I don't trim the edges.
















In my new mixer I add 1/3 cup light brown sugar, 1/2 cup flour, 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon, and 1/2 stick of softened butter.


I turn to speed 2 and mix until crumbly.
(Not much of a workout for my powerful new mixer)









I gently mound the apples in the center of the pastry and sprinkle it with the cinnamon sugar mixture.


I fold the pastry up over the filling making pleats so the dough fits snugly around the apples.


I brush the pastry with cream and sprinkle sugar over it.





















Uh ooh!


Transferring it onto the baking mat, the tart fell apart.















Into a 400 degree oven for 30 minutes.




It doesn't look too bad.


























Onto a cake stand.














I think this could use a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

















I give this effort a C-.





The crust wasn't large enough.


I didn't like the topping.


It lacked something in flavor.


After reviewing this I see several Improvements:
Use all of the pate brisee.
Eliminate the half stick of butter from the sugar mixture and add a pinch of salt. Do not use it as a topping. Combine the mixture with the apples. Reduce a cup of apple cider over heat to a 1/4 cup, drizzle over the apples, and gently combine.
Place the rolled out pate brisee on the baking mat in a cookie sheet BEFORE mounding the apples on it. Any real baker would have known to do that.

















Monday, September 13, 2010

Can it be? 75 Years!

Mary made two different quiches and apple German pancake

for breakfast.



The family presented me with a gift.




Do you know how long I have wanted a

KitchenAid Mixer!



Mary, Jenn, and Amanda

Amanda insisted that it be red.






I am so happy I could almost smile.








In the afternoon Mary, Ed, and I visited his nephew's antique store in

Rowley, Massachusetts.

Three floors crammed full of merchandise.

They had my ruby red tumblers (I am down to my last three) but they were priced at $22 each.

Mary bought an onyx and cameo ring similar to one her Mother had.





We drove on to Portsmouth, New Hampshire

to dine at

The Library Restaurant


The restaurant is located in this beautiful building which was built in 1785 as a private residence and was opened to the public in 1833 as the Rockingham Hotel.

It has been converted to condominiums.





The entance is very grand.



































The interior is elegant and gorgeous. The theme is that of a library

as evidenced with the many bookcases filled with books.

Brass sculptures of farm animals are scattered throughout the main dining room.

















The paneling is hand-carved Spanish mahogany.

The lighting fixtures are all original made by

Shreve, Crump and Low of Boston.

The mirrors were imported from France and are lined with silver.



















































































It being a Sunday evening, there weren't many customers

and the noise level was very low which made it conducive to quiet conversation.



Ed and I each had a bowl of Portugese fisherman stew.
I had a small filet mignon
with madera-gorgonzola sauce.
Mary had a bone in ribeye
with madera-gorgonzola sauce.
Ed had NY Sirloin au poivre
with cognac peppercorn sauce.
All three steaks were perfectly cooked
and delicious!
We shared a family style serving of very good
scalloped potato.
I had creme brulee.
I enjoyed a wonderful birthday
and am very grateful.