Sunday, July 6, 2014

A pie in the hand is worth....eating.

In my yard, the raspberries are ripe and ready for enjoyment in all manner of happy creations.  Eaten naturally right off of the bush is my favorite way to savor their sweetness.  While I do find their seeds tolerable on the fresh fruit, I am less inclined to enjoy them after the fruit has been baked down to a jellied consistency. Raspberry jams and/or jellies, for instance, should always be seedless in my book.  But when I found this recipe for raspberry hand pies, I was willing to put my distaste for the seeds aside in hopes of discovering another yummy way to use an abundance of these jewel toned fruits .  


On a side note, while perusing the shelves of a familiar chain store several months ago, I found these "pop tart" molds on clearance.  Not to be one to miss out on a deal *laughing out loud*, I threw them in my cart without a second thought as to when I would eventually make use of them.  It only took a year, but tonight, with my oldest cutting the dough and placing it in the mold, we had a nice operation in place.

As you can see in the image pictured above, these are chocolate raspberry hand pies.  I used some dark chocolate almond bars that I had leftover from a school fundraiser.  As the Art Club adviser at my high school, I can say without hesitation, that I fully supported this candy bar selling incentive with the purchase of several candy bars; to share of course. When the school year finally came to a close, I found that we had nine remaining candy bars, all dark chocolate almond.  I will not admit to how many bars I purchased in total.  I can honestly say, though, that they weren't all consumed by me.  These last few however, have already been used in s'mores and now chopped up and put into hand pies.  With six bars left, however, you can bet I'll be drumming up some other recipes in which to use them.


Fresh out of the oven, I left them to cool as seen above.  A two-mile walk with the dog later, they were sufficiently cool and ready for consumption.  Maybe it was the chocolate; maybe it was the crust and how it wrapped ALL the way around the filling; or, maybe it was the ice cream, but I for one did not find that there was the annoying presence of too many seeds floating around in the ruby red..JOY (for lack of a better word) that made up the contents of these hand pies.


Served up with some ice cream and drizzled with chocolate, kind of takes away from the term "hand pie"; thereby requiring the use of forks or spoons, instead. By using store bought pie dough, however, this little gem of a recipe was quick to make, while my pie molds (remember, bought on clearance), kept the dessert compact and even...personal.  

The filling for this recipe is as follows:

2 cups of raspberries
2 Tablespoons sugar
1 Tablespoon Flour
1-2 teaspoons of lemon juice (I had lime juice, so that's what I used)
1/4 cup chopped dark chocolate (I used dark chocolate with almonds)

Mix the first 4 ingredients together in a bowl and set aside.  
Next, unroll ready made pie crust and cut out 8 rectangles that are approximately 4.5 inches by 3 inches in size.  Place about a 1/2 cup of filling on one rectangle; keeping the filling away from the very outer edge. Sprinkle pieces of chopped chocolate over the filling before covering with another rectangle of dough. Crimp the edges together with a fork.  Repeat with the remaining pairs of rectangles.  Brush milk or watered down egg whites over the sealed pies and pierce the top crust with the tines of a fork.  This made four hand pies.

Naturally, if you've got a great pie crust recipe and you have time to make it your self, I would probably do that. Tonight got a little hectic, so I opted to make life easier and use the store bought crust already present in my refrigerator.  In addition, the original recipe I referenced can be found here.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The Emotional Gardener

Anticipation.  Disappointment.  Excitement.  Patience.  All of these emotions, plus a few more, characterize my experience in the garden.  I have several flower gardens surrounding my house along with a vegetable garden and "berry patch". It's the berry patch that has me feeling DISAPPOINTED.  This year, four years into having planted strawberries, the plants have multiplied enough that there is finally a decent amount of plants to supply at least a pint or more of strawberries. In any case, enough for any pie, cobbler or crisp recipe of my choice.  Earlier in May, the flowers, like the one pictured below, crowded each plant with at least six to seven cheery faces.  With ANTICIPATION I imagined the plants later weighed down by the heavier fruit and my mind wandered; thinking about which recipe of mine would be made better by homegrown strawberries.    


After a month or so of PATIENCE; waiting for the weather conditions to provide for beautifully red, ripened fruit, I now find that I am not the only one who has been awaiting the taste of these berries.  With the first strawberry that I saw so close to being pick-worthy, I decided to give it another day.  Apparently, in my haste...something else decided to make quick waste of that first berry. Unfortunately, that has been the pattern we have followed for the last week or so. As the berries ripen, and I give them just one more day; something else: bunny, squirrel or mouse? takes advantage of my hesitation.  Not wanting to pick only partially ripened fruit has kept me from claiming what is rightfully mine, while the less choosy mammal is rewarded on a nightly basis.

Berry by berry, the pie in my mind, gets smaller and smaller.  The EXCITEMENT that once guided my visions of home-baked goodness has waned.  At this point, I feel I can only plan ahead for next year.  The word STRATEGY comes to mind.  I will need it as I wage a berry-sized war against the little varmints that choose to squash my strawberry dreams.  

In the meantime, I will look to the farmer's markets and Sweet Berry Farm, to supply me with locally grown strawberries. And as for MY berry patch....the raspberry bushes look promising!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Garden Fever

Back in January, I received this lovely package of Garden Bon Bons from my brother and sister in-law.  At the time, I was excited by the prospect of planting them, but I was patient for spring; enjoying our snowy winter.  Fast forward to the eve of April and I am no longer patient for spring and all of it's gardening adventures.  I am anxious to free the yard of the decaying leaves, fallen twigs and branches to expose all the new growth underneath.  I may have started seeds in my kitchen a tad too early, also.  The sunflowers I planted have to make it at least another month before I can even consider planting them outside. 


Seeing how leggy my sunflowers are getting, I made sure to wait a little longer before I placed these little bon bons in their peat pots.  Although they look good enough to eat, they are "candy for planting - not eating!" The bon bons pictured here are seeds rolled in rich compost and clay; then dusted in natural pesticides, like coffee, cinnamon and pepper.  The eight pictured here are part of the culinary basil collection.  Thanks to the thoughtfulness of family, the four types of basil I will be adding to my garden this year are: Italian Leaf, Cinnamon, Thai and Mrs. Burns' Lemon Basil.  As I write this, I am imagining the plates of fresh basil, tomato and mozzarella layered joyously with balsamic vinaigrette or the pesto made possible because of four varieties of basil!  I can smell the the aroma now....

So, is it any wonder that I have garden fever?

Sure, I could go to the grocery store and buy some basil, but I think it tastes better because my hand will have nurtured these plants from start to...well, dinner.  

Sunday, January 26, 2014

With Love and Muffins,

Procrastination runs deep this morning.  I have a pile of work glaring at me, and so I avert my eyes to somewhere else.  Naturally, if I can’t see it, it doesn’t actually exist, right?  With my youngest battling a cold, complete with fever and a cough, I’ve determined that this fine 19 degree day would best be spent minding the needs of my youngest, infusing the house with the sweet smells of baked goods and O.K., perhaps tending the pile of work that I can feel staring at me from the other room.

And with this our morning begins, with muffins made from my tried and true all-things-muffin cookbook.  There are very few cookbooks that I use as religiously as this one but, Mad About the Muffins, is for me, the one to beat.   

My love for muffins goes way back to my childhood.  They were a treat on Saturday mornings when my Mom would make them.  She had many great recipes, too.  There is a zucchini muffin recipe that I remember her making that is sort of MIA and every once in a while I am reminded that we need to send out a search party for this recipe. 


Fast forward 20 years or so, I am now married.   We don’t have any children yet, and my husband and I have just purchased our first home.  As a teacher, I have my summers for my own volition, and some of those summer days I was greeted at the back door by my Dad, coming for a visit and a coffee.  Sometimes he’d bring muffins and coffee from a favorite local bakery, New Boston Bakery, and sometimes we would drive to the bakery to sit on their patio, among their expansive flower beds, and talk. 

Even after having my two boys, New Boston Bakery continued to be a destination to enjoy, first with their chubby toddler fingers pointing at the muffin they wanted and then as school boys asking for two muffins instead of one because they were just that hungry. 

Now, although I enjoy frequenting my favorite bakeries, I can’t deny that my own kitchen is on that list.  And, thanks to my favorite muffin cookbook, I can compete with the best of them (in my opinion, anyway).  If there is any way to get my boys to drop what they’re doing, whether it is playing with Legos or creating in Minecraft, it is by asking them to come and help me make some muffins. 

 

Today’s choice, based on ingredients on hand, were some particularly yummy Four Chip Muffins.   As always, I couldn’t just follow the recipe without tweaking it.  I didn’t have all four types of chips on hand, but I did have three.  I also didn’t have walnuts so I decided to add some cereal into the batter; a lovely limited edition brand of Special K, pictured above.  I'm not sure I would do this again.   The texture that the flakes assumed was somewhat unusual, to me, but no one else found it strange. 


And so, I feel, it is the humble muffin that deserves some thanks here today.  In all the ways a person can enjoy a muffin and for all the ingredients that can be added to a basic muffin recipe I am supremely thankful.  Because it is this food staple, that has shown me the way to countless moments of affection.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Break the Ice

Recently, I was on a mission to get to the beach after a snow storm.  After a conversation with a certain West Coast cousin, we both realized that we had never seen the beach after a good snowfall.  Although, this wouldn't seem so unreasonable for her, I was a bit ashamed that in my lifetime dwelling here on the East Coast, I had never ventured to the beach in the winter.  March, yes, but not January during a Polar Vortex. While one son braved the cold with me, the other stayed in the car; viewing the ice and snow from the a warm car interior.  Smart.


Obviously, with the way the tide works, not much snow remained at the waters' edge, however, it was the ice encasing the objects along the shore that made for some very interesting textures and colors.  After showing these pictures around, the comments were similar, "It looks so cold."  No disagreement there, it was cold.


But, I couldn't help think about the difference in the lighting at the beach in January versus June.  The reflected light of a crisp blue sky on both the ocean, and the prominent ice-capped boulders, made for a very cold-looking landscape, indeed.  I mean, even the sky looks icy.

Despite the cold, it was an interesting 30 minutes out of our day to stop and smell the roses, or in this case, stop and break the ice.... 


....And, that is exactly what a ten-year old boy did.

Monday, October 14, 2013

If Johnny Appleseed came for breakfast...

Apples.  We picked two pecks and now, I've been baking a pretty steady stream of apple-y-goodness. Take for instance a recipe that I "bookmarked" many years ago in the Pillsbury Best Desserts cookbook. Pillsbury calls this "French Apple Crescent Casserole" a "brunch-style sweet".  That's all it took for me to look upon this recipe as a companion to brunch (therefore, breakfast).  


The recipe uses Pillsbury crescent rolls to wrap up a wedge of apple.  The only thing that we were missing this passed weekend was the whipped cream...I really don't know what I was thinking.  The recipe is as follows:
For the dumplings: 
2 Tbsp. sugar
1/2 to 1 tsp. cinnamon
1 (8 oz.) can refrigerated crescent dinner rolls
1 large apple, peeled, and cut into 8 slices

For the sauce:
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup whipping cream (I have only ever used milk that I have on hand...tastes yummy as is)
1 tbsp. almond extract or amaretto (I have only ever used vanilla extract)
1 egg

For the topping
1/2 cup sliced almonds
cinnamon

Heat oven to 375 degrees.  In small bowl combine 2 tbsp. sugar and 1/2 to 1 tsp. cinnamon; blend well. Separate dough into 8 triangles; sprinkle sugar in mixture evenly over each. Gently press sugar mixture into each triangle, flattening each slightly.  Place apple slice on wide end of each triangle, tuck in edges around apple slice.  Roll up, starting at wide end; roll to opposite point.  Seal all seams.  Place tip side down in a greased 9-inch round baking dish or pie pan, placing long side of filled crescents around the edge of the dish and then filling in the center.  Bake at 375 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown.  Remove baking dish from oven.  In small bowl combine all sauce ingredients, beat with wire whisk until well blended. Spoon sauce evenly over partially baked rolls.  Sprinkle with almonds and cinnamon. I actually mix the cinnamon in with the sauce before I ladle over the dumplings.  I also add a few dashes of nutmeg to the sauce, as well)  Return to the oven; bake an additional 13 to 18 minutes or until deep golden brown.  Cover top of the pan with foil during the last 5 minutes of baking time if necessary to prevent excessive browning. Serve warm.  Store in refrigerator.  (As if you'll have any left.)


I made this on the Saturday of a long weekend and honestly, I wish I had doubled the recipe so that I would have some left to reheat for dessert later!

Fast forward to the end of our three-day weekend and you will find that I spent our Monday morning enlisting the expertise of the Pioneer Woman as I, and my two sons, worked to make these Apple Fritters, shown frying below. They were outstanding!  In addition, to that though, they were easy.  However, I told my boys that the real reason why they tasted so amazing was due to the fact that they had a hand in making them.  From my ten year-old cutting the apples to my 7 year-old combining the dry ingredients, a little teamwork goes a long way.


Seriously, with a cup of coffee and a sunny spot to sit in, these fritters were a comforting start to a brisk October morning.  Here's hoping I can keep the apple baking going through our busy weeknights.


Saturday, August 24, 2013

Eat your heart out, Vincent

Recently, I shared my love for a field of purple on a popular social network.  This field of purple loosestrife was a gift to my visual senses earlier in August.  Moving on from that day, I'm thankful I took this picture because sometimes my mental pictures get a little fuzzy.  And, an actual photograph helps to keep the memory alive.


But, wait, what could be better than a field of purple?  Quite possibly a field of yellow; yellow sunflowers to be exact.  Colors have multiple meanings, depending on the particular shade of that hue.  Sunflower yellow is cheerful and happy.  The circular faces of these beauties seem to smile and the very bend in their stalks helps to personify their charm.


In any case, a simple drive from point A to point B awarded me with the surprising existence of this field of flowers.  It is a sight I had to make a special trip back to (luckily it is right "around the corner") to show my two boys.  A visual joy such as this is one is something that you want to share; something that you need to know others have had the pleasure of absorbing.


In this close-up, I couldn't help but think of Vincent Van Gogh and his famous painting of sunflowers.  At that moment I really wished for a "Van Gogh Effect" on my camera.  I don't know about you, but I'm seeing this last image painted in the illustrious dashes and swirls that Vincent is famous for.