Many of the recipes I publish are based on an ingredient or ingredients that I want or need to use up. And this salad is no exception. Take kale, for example. This terribly good for us vegetable grows like a weed in a half wine barrel at the back (west facing) side of our house. And even though I try to use this leafy green cruciferous as often as possible, there is always more in that darn wine barrel than we can consume. I also have chives growing in the same area that should be used before we have our first heavy frost. And in the case of this recipe, I also had, and still have, an abundance of radishes in the vegetable drawer of my refrigerator. So the other evening, I decided to prepare a salad that at the very least, contained these three ingredients.
Because I love food so much, I always try to make our dinner salads as delicious and interesting as the rest of the meal. But I find the salad component of any meal the least fun to prepare. And as much as I love blue cheese and Caesar dressings, I can’t slather our salads with them every night. My choice of dressing has to fit with the other dishes I am serving. (And yes, I probably over-think salad dressing. But that’s just how this old gal ticks.) Plus coming up with the perfect dressing helps me get a bit more excited about the boring part of hacking and slashing vegetables.
So while envisioning this salad, I decided a lovely lemony dressing with garlic and chives would be perfect. And boy was I spot on! But before I proceed to tell you about the tastiness of this salad, let’s talk a bit about the health benefits of the vegetative components.
Romaine – Although low in fiber, romaine is high in minerals, such as calcium, phosphorous, magnesium, and potassium. Romaine is naturally low in sodium, plus it’s packed with vitamin C, vitamin K, and folate. Romaine is also a good source of beta carotene, which converts into vitamin A in the body.
Kale – Kale contains fiber, antioxidants, calcium, vitamins C and K, iron, and a wide range of other nutrients that can help prevent various health problems.
Radishes – Radishes are high in potassium, which can help lower your blood pressure. They also help support the generation of collagen, which helps keep blood vessels healthy. Radishes are also thought to control damage to red blood cells and help increase oxygen supply to the blood.
Chives – Chives are a nutrient-dense food. This means that they are high in beneficial nutrients, including vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants. They are also known to help maintain the health of our bones.
Garlic – Garlic is a good source of manganese, selenium, vitamin C, phosphorous, calcium, potassium, iron, and copper.
But back to why I posted this recipe.
Simply put, this salad is damn delicious. And I don’t want to hear, even from readers in far away exotic locations like Tacoma, that you can’t stand the taste of kale. I defy you to taste it at all in a salad when it’s mixed with other fresh ingredients. I use it a lot in my salads. Actually, a whole hell of a lot. And honestly, I don’t think Mr. C. even notices that it’s there, since I can barely taste it myself. And I know it’s there! I use it not only because it’s super good for us, but because it’s a great salad filler. That’s right. A salad filler. But I always, and I do mean always, massage the kale before I throw it in with the other ingredients. (See how to massage kale below.) And here’s the secret, besides always massaging the kale that is. I never use very much kale in my salads unless it’s the star ingredient. Just a loosely packed cup or so. So the taste never becomes overpowering. It simply blends in with the other ingredients. And, I make sure all my salad dressings are extremely flavorful. Like this lemony dressing. (That’s really the secret.)
So using my long abandoned “mommy” voice on every parent’s favorite threat – “if you know what’s good for you” (and you should since I listed the redeeming qualities of this salad’s main ingredients above), make this healthy and delicious salad at your earliest convenience. I promise you a flavor sensation not found in many simple green salads.
As always, keep serving interesting food, keep striving to serve healthier and if possible, locally sourced food, and keep looking for the best way to keep yourself and your family grounded during this difficult time.
I wish I had a crystal ball and could predict when this pandemic would be brought under control. Like everyone else, I’m tired of not seeing my family or being able to hug my friends when I know they need a hug as badly as I do. But Mr. C. and I are luckier than most. We aren’t homeless, or out of a job, or ill. We don’t have young children who need more attention or assistance from their parents than ever before. And we have each other and the means by which to live a productive and fulfilling life. Even during this unsettling time.
My prayer each night is that an end to this pandemic will come soon. That I will see the tide of racial injustice turn during my lifetime. That our country will once again be a leader in positive environmental change. That once again, the United States of America will have a leader that I can respect because he/she embraces love rather than hate. And finally, that we will all be blessed with a leader who is respected by other nations, respects different points of view, truly listens and learns from learned advisors, and espouses our nation’s fundamental belief in liberty and justice for all. Not just for the rich few. But for all of our citizens. Peace and love to all.
3 T. extra virgin olive oil
½-¾ tsp. lemon zest (I used ¾ teaspoon)
1 T. freshly squeezed lemon juice
½ tsp. kosher salt
freshly ground black pepper
tiny pinch crushed red pepper flakes
2 T. finely chopped fresh chives
1 clove garlic, finely minced
1 sm. head of hearts of romaine lettuce, chopped
2 c. chopped fresh kale, massaged
10-11 radishes, trimmed and thinly sliced
Whisk the olive oil, lemon zest, lemon juice, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, chives, and garlic together. Set aside.
Combine the romaine, kale, and radishes in a salad bowl. Pour on the dressing and toss to combine. Serve immediately.
How to massage kale:
Strip the leafy part of the kale away from the stems. Chop the leaves into small pieces. Wash and dry the kale. (I use my salad spinner.)
Place on your cutting board, and using your fingers, rub the kale pieces together with your fingers for about 2 minutes or until the leaves turn a darker color as the tough cellulose structure breaks down. Massaging kale actually eliminates the bitter taste making it a perfect green for almost any salad.
Yes, I know. Everyone who bakes bread has their favorite recipe for whole wheat bread. But we thought this recipe gave us the whole wheat flavor we love, along with the perfect crumb (chewy but not gummy) that we insist upon. And bottom line. This bread was drop dead easy to build.
The only ingredient you may not be familiar with, is Vital Wheat Gluten.* And I must confess, I have not been using vital wheat gluten as much as I should have been even though I have had a bag of it in my pantry for years. So dear reader, if you plan on baking bread using a variety of flour types, this should be a product you use with regularity. I know I am going to begin using it in any of my bread recipes that I feel could use a protein or gluten boost. Maybe only a tablespoon. But I don’t feel it could hurt in any case.
So about this bread. I’ve already stated that it’s very easy to build. But I also need to let you know that it’s quick too. Two rises of course, but they are both short amounts of time. Especially for a bread that contains all whole wheat flour. Sometimes you can wait hours for whole wheat dough to do its thing. Not this baby. Just a couple short rises and your loaf is in the oven.
So I hope you enjoy this simple recipe. I plan to bake this bread often. Not only is it delicious, I feel less guilty eating a piece of toast made with this high protein content bread than in some of the other breads I produce. (Gotta get me my protein wherever possible.)
So as always, keep eating healthy, keep finding joy in whatever you do, and stay positive. Not always easy in this day and age. But it makes you a much nicer person to be around. (Note to myself. TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE!) Peace and love to all.
1½ c. warm water
1 pkg. or 1 T. active dry yeast
¼ c. honey
3 T. unsalted butter, softened
3¾ c. whole wheat flour (or more as needed)
2 T. vital wheat gluten* (I use Bob’s Red Mill)
1 tsp. kosher salt
extra virgin olive oil
Place the warm water in the bowl of your stand mixer. Sprinkle on the yeast, then add the honey and soft butter. Allow to rest for 10 minutes to allow the yeast to proof.
Add 2 cups of the flour, the vital wheat gluten, and the salt. Using your dough hook, mix until the ingredients are well combined. Then knead in the rest of the flour (a small amount at a time) until the dough pulls away cleanly from the sides of the bowl. (You may need more or less flour than listed.) The dough should be smooth and elastic when it has been sufficiently kneaded. (This takes several minutes.)
Pour a bit of olive oil along the side of the mixing bowl, and using a stiff spatula and your hands, form the dough into a ball. The dough ball should be lightly but entirely covered in oil. Cover loosely with plastic wrap. Let rise in a warm place until doubled in size, about 35 to 45 minutes.
Lightly grease a 9×5-inch loaf pan with non-stick spray. Punch down the dough and shape into a loaf. Place in the prepared pan, cover loosely with greased plastic wrap, and let rise in warm place until doubled in size, 30 to 45 minutes. (Start pre-heating your oven to 350 degrees after 20 minutes.) Bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until the internal temperature reaches at least 190 degrees.
Remove from oven, carefully slip the hot bread out of the loaf pan, and allow to cool completely on a wire rack before slicing. Store in a plastic bag in your refrigerator.
*Vital Wheat Gluten (VWG) is a natural (75-80%) wheat protein. It’s a wonderful additive in bread dough because it’s almost pure gluten. A small amount of VWG goes a long way to improving the elasticity and rise of raw dough and helps create a lovely crumb and chewiness in the final product. Most baking sources recommend about one tablespoon for every 2-3 cups of flour. You can add vital wheat gluten to any bread recipe, but it’s especially effective when baking with flours like whole wheat and rye.
When I was growing up, my grandmother usually cooked our main Sunday meal. Supper was served after church at about 2:00 pm. And the entrée (which is really too refined a word, but apropos) was most often chicken. (I did grow up on a chicken farm after all.) And any dish that my grandmother prepared that included chicken was always delicious. Always. Even though as an all-around cook, she was lacking in many areas. But that’s neither here nor there. Her chicken dishes were fabulous. And my favorite was basically fried chicken that she had dumped some heavy cream or whole milk over and then baked in the oven until the chicken melted in your mouth. Basically – smothered fried chicken. And then to top things off, she served the chicken with mashed potatoes. OMG. There just wasn’t any food better in my life in those days than grandma’s smothered chicken. So of course it had to be one of the first things I wanted to learn to build for my own family.
And for years I completely failed at making this simple dish as tasty as my grandmother’s. Until the day I realized I was not starting with the same product. Grandma started with a fresh (and I do mean fresh), grain fed chicken fried in butter. (Home churned butter from our cows.) And then baked in heavy cream, again from our cows. While I was starting with a chicken that was fresh all right. Freshly purchased from our local grocery store! And I’m here to tell you, there is simply no comparing the two, even if in reality they are the same critter.
So for years I beat myself up trying to reproduce grandma’s chicken. Finally I figured it out. And decided that I was going to have to add a whole bunch of flavor to the gravy if I was going to produce anything with any flavor at all. The chickens I was able to obtain were never going to be anywhere near as flavorful as the ones my grandparents raised.
My recipes for Smothered Fried Chicken and Chicken Paprika are already on this site. And they are darned delicious. But yesterday I wanted to come up with a Southern smothered chicken with a Cajun twist. So I went online and found the bones of this recipe on the Immaculate Bites web site. I did make some changes, but mainly this wonderful recipe is compliments of Imma. So thank you Imma for sharing your wonderful recipe.
Now, this is not a low calorie or carb dish. This is a down home, Southern comfort, diet be damned, treat. And absolutely perfect when what you need is a bit of pampering.
And can’t we all use a healthy dose of pampering right now as we ride out the pandemic, race relation havoc, wild fire and hurricane devastation, not to mention the upcoming presidential election. I think for Mr. C. and me, October is going to be dubbed “Comfort Food Month” here at Chez Carr! At least for this year. Hopefully next October will be another story and we can enjoy our usual restrained eating habits in preparation for the holidays. (Right, as if that ever happens!)
Anyway, we really enjoyed this chicken dish last evening. I served the chicken with steamed rice and fresh green beans. Absolutely yum.
So as always, look on the bright side of life. And do whatever you can to make life better for not only yourself, but for everyone with whom you come in contact. Your smile might mean the difference between a bad day and a good day for a stranger. Your smile might help someone remember that kindness and courtesy are still the prevailing sentiment in our country. And your smile might remind someone that the essence of decency is still alive and well with the mass majority of US citizens.
Most of us are not racist, or homophobic, or xenophobic, or consider ourselves better than others. Most of us are just trying to live our lives as best we can. So please don’t let a few militants detract you from doing what you know in your heart is the right thing to do.
I love this quote from Dr. Martin Luther King “Cowardice asks the question – is it safe? Expediency asks the question – is it politic? Vanity asks the question – is it popular? But conscience asks the question – is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular; but one must take it because it is right.”
Peace and love to all.
Frying the Chicken:
1 whole chicken
1 tsp. kosher salt
2-3 tsp. Cajun seasoning, or more to taste
¾ c. unbleached all-purpose flour
pinch cayenne pepper
½ tsp. paprika
½ tsp. white pepper
1 tsp. granulated onion
1 tsp. dried thyme
2 tsp. granulated garlic
2 T. vegetable oil
1 T. unsalted butter
1 med. onion, diced
4 garlic cloves, finely minced
Cut the chicken into 8 pieces – 2 thighs, 2 legs, 2 breasts – each cut in half. (I leave the skin on the chicken legs, but remove it from the thighs and breasts.) I use the wings and backs to make the chicken stock for the gravy. (See recipe below.)
Pat the chicken pieces dry with a paper towel, then season both sides with the kosher salt and Cajun seasoning. Whisk the flour, cayenne, paprika, white pepper, granulated onion, dried thyme, and granulated garlic together in a shallow container. Dredge the seasoned chicken in flour mixture until well coated. Shake off excess flour. Save the rest of the seasoned flour.
Heat oil and butter in a lidded cast iron or heavy skillet over medium heat. (I use my shallow lidded Le Creuset Cast Iron Braiser pan for this recipe.) Fry the chicken on both sides until golden brown. Remove chicken from skillet and place on a plate. (The chicken doesn’t have to be completely done at this point.)
Add the onion to the skillet; sauté until the onion is soft. Add the garlic and continue cooking for another minute. Remove onion and garlic to the same plate with the chicken. Do not wash the frying pan.
Making the Chicken Gravy:
3 T. unsalted butter
3 c. chicken broth, or more as needed (see recipe below)
¾ c. whole milk
Add the butter to the pan. Then add the remainder of the seasoned flour left over from dredging the chicken. Stir with a heavy whisk until it comes together and forms a dry paste. Let cook for a couple minutes over low heat until the roux starts to brown. Stir the whole time. (The darker the roux, the more flavorful the gravy.)
Then very slowly pour in the chicken broth and whisk like crazy. (You don’t want any lumps in your gravy.) And make sure you get every last bit of the stuck on brown stuff on the bottom of the pan. Therein lies a lot of flavor. Then add the milk and cook for about 5 minutes until the gravy is nice and thick. Return the chicken pieces including any juices, onions, and garlic to the pan. Mix all together. Taste the gravy and adjust seasoning. Bring gravy to a boil, then reduce heat to a simmer. Cover pan and remove from heat.
Bake the chicken and gravy in a pre-heated 350 degree oven for 1 hour. Halfway through the baking time, stir the chicken to prevent sticking. Add more chicken stock if the gravy looks too thick. When done, the chicken should be falling off the bone tender. Remove from oven and let sit covered for 5-7 minutes.
Serve with rice or mashed potatoes and a green veggie or salad.
Please Note: You can use other chicken cuts based on your preference.
Simple Homemade Chicken Stock
4 c. water
1 T. chicken bouillon (I use Better Than Bouillon Chicken base)
wings and back from the cut up chicken
1 lg. carrot, cut into chunks
1 celery stalk, plus leaves – chunked
¼ lg. onion, chunked
1 lg. bay leaf
2 tsp. dried parsley
¼ tsp. dried thyme
¼ tsp. poultry seasoning
freshly ground black pepper
Place in a large covered soup pot. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for a couple of hours. Use as the broth for this recipe.
So once again it’s the beginning of soup season. Well that is, for most people. Not me. I love a good old bowl of soup year round. But I do have to admit, every year at this time the urge to make soup gets stronger. And yesterday was no exception.
I had just baked a batch of Chewy Sourdough Baguettes (recipe on this site) and thought a nice hearty vegetable soup would be the perfect accompaniment. (You realize I probably should have stated that the bread would be a perfect accompaniment to the soup. But for me, I know what comes first in my list of priorities!) Anyway, I had some Andouille sausage that needed to be eaten and I always have kale growing in a half wine barrel on the West side of our house. (The stuff grows like a weed. You can’t kill it. And the kind I have is a perennial. And I swear it lives to reproduce itself. I find baby plants in the ground all around the wine barrel.) But back to this recipe.
So researching under Andouille sausage and kale, I found the bones of this recipe on the healthyseasonalrecipes.com site. I changed things up a bit, but I still want to thank Katie for this fantastic recipe.
Now something you should know. We like our soup to have flavor. Shocking admittance, right?!?! But I have tried too many simple recipes like this one where any lovely flavors introduced into the soup completely disappear during the cooking process. (Where do you suppose they go?) Anyway, I’m really not sure how that happens, but I’ll bet you have had at least one similar experience. You start with a flavorful meat, add some veggies and herbs, and end up with a blah broth. Well, not if you make this soup. Ain’t going to happen.
(A neat trick I’ve learned over the years. When using a nicely flavored sausage like Andouille, brown it first in the oil you are going to use to cook your veggies. Then remove at least part of the cooked sausage, set it aside, and add it back towards the end of the cooking time. Then when you eat the soup, you get a nice burst of sausage flavor, not just a piece of meat with all the taste sucked out of it. But back to this recipe.)
Now let’s talk anise seed. DO NOT LEAVE IT OUT OF THIS SOUP! If you don’t enjoy licorice, fennel, or caraway, you are probably not going to like the flavor of anise seed. Therefore you might not enjoy this soup. But if you do like the flavor, you are going to love this dish. But don’t get me wrong. This is not a recipe for licorice soup. The flavor is there and it is a distinctive taste, but it’s not overwhelming. It’s simply YUM!!!
So if you would like a recipe for an easy to build soup, with simple ingredients, that doesn’t have to simmer for hours, this is the recipe for you. Plus this healthy vegetable soup is just different enough to appeal to taste buds that require constant gratification or bore easily. (Guilty as charged!)
My only mistake I made when preparing this soup was that I didn’t double the recipe. So if you have a large family or want planned-overs, I suggest you double the recipe.
As always, please vote in the upcoming election. But before casting your ballot, continue to search for the truth, consider global consequences, and above all – trust your instincts. If a food item looks rotten and smells rotten, then it probably is rotten. Throw it out! Same goes for words out of someone’s mouth. If someone is spouting hate, and derision, and condoning behavior you find repugnant, then that too is a sign of rot. And it too should be thrown out. Bad behavior should never be condoned or excused. So please, vote with your brain. Pretend you have no party allegiance. And forget the way you voted in the past. What does your brain (and your heart) tell you about each candidate? Then vote accordingly. Peace and love to all.
2 T. extra-virgin olive oil
6 oz. Andouille sausage, halved lengthwise, then again, and diced into small pieces
¾ c. diced yellow onion
1 carrot, diced
2 stalks celery, diced
¼ tsp. kosher salt
freshly ground black pepper
1½ tsp. dry marjoram
½ tsp. anise seed
6 cloves garlic, minced
1 T. tomato paste
½ c. dry white wine
4 c. chicken broth
½ c. pasta (I use small elbow macaroni)
4 c. chopped kale
grated Pecorino-Romano or Parmesan cheese, opt. garnish
Heat oil in a large heavy-bottomed lidded soup pot over medium heat. Add the diced sausage and cook until it is browned. Remove the sausage from pan and set aside.
Stir in the onion, carrot, and celery, stirring often, until the veggies start to soften and the bottom of the pot is starting to brown slightly, about 5 to 7 minutes. While the veggies soften, stir in the salt, pepper, dried marjoram, and anise seed. When the veggies are softened, stir in the garlic and tomato paste. Cook for 1 minute.
Stir in the wine and cook until most of the liquid is evaporated. Add the broth and bring to a boil. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer the soup for about 20 minutes.
Add the uncooked pasta, reserved Andouille sausage, and the kale. Cover the pot and return to a boil. Reduce heat to maintain a simmer and continue cooking, stirring occasionally, until the pasta is al dente. Taste and adjust seasoning.
Pass the grated cheese at table. Great served with fresh sourdough baguette slices.
Over the years we have enjoyed this dish prepared by Andy’s sister Katie and husband Rick many times. Rick lightly smokes the fish, then Katie takes over and semi-poaches/bakes the lightly smoked fish in the oven. And every time we love eating this dish and threaten to learn how it’s prepared.
So a few months ago, we were all together and Rick taught Mr. C. how to smoke fish. And then I watched Katie do her magic in the kitchen to add even more flavor to this easy preparation. And wow, we followed their guide and the other evening we had a delicious dinner featuring this easy to prepare new favorite.
The first thing we learned was that Rick and Katie prefer to use Steelhead trout for this recipe (see below for information about this delicious fish) instead of salmon because it contains just the perfect amount of fat. Plus it’s high in omega-3 acids. Who knew? Not me, that’s for sure. But the proof is always in the pudding (so to speak), and their smoked and baked salmon was always the best we ever tasted. (Restaurants should prepare their salmon entrees this well. They would increase their profit margins considerably.)
So now you have a choice to make. (Not whether or not to make this dish. You should just do so at your earliest convenience.) No, your choice is whether to buy Steelhead trout or stick with your favorite salmon variety. So, take your pick. And truly, any choice you make is going to be the right one. You simply can’t go wrong with this preparation.
No wait, that’s not exactly true. You could inadvertently bake the fish too long. Don’t do that! This is the time to pay attention and check the temperature of the fish frequently.
As always, keep cooking fun and wonderful new dishes with which to thrill and delight your family and friends. (Social distancing protocols in place of course!) And while you’re at it, have fun doing so! Food simply tastes better when it’s prepared with love. (One of the magic ingredients.) Peace and love to all. (And please vote!)
1-2 lb. Steelhead trout or salmon fillets, lightly smoked* (we all prefer Steelhead Trout**)
3 T. unsalted butter, melted
¼ tsp. kosher salt
freshly ground black pepper
¼ c. dry white wine
2 T. fresh lemon juice
2 tsp. chopped fresh parsley
lemon slices
Melt butter in a small pan. Stir in the salt, pepper, white wine, lemon juice, and parsley.
Place salmon in a single layer, skin side down in a baking dish. Pour the butter mixture over the fish and place lemon slices on top.
(Please note: I used the ingredients listed above. But you can add fresh dill or capers, or change the ingredients altogether to better suite your own taste. This recipe is more about the method than the ingredients. My choice of ingredients just happened to work out well for us.)
Bake in a pre-heated 325 degree oven for 12-25 minutes, depending on thickness. When the fish is done, it should register no more than 125 degrees on an instant-read thermometer. Or you can check for doneness by using a fork to pull back on a section of the thickest part of the filet. If the salmon is done, the flesh will look opaque and a knife will slide easily through the flesh. Remove from oven and let rest for about 2 minutes before serving.
*Rick suggests and Andy concurs that about 45 minutes using alder chips is the perfect amount of time and the best smoking wood for this recipe. Thank you gentlemen. And thanks again to Katie and Rick for this wonderful recipe.
** Native to the West Coast and Alaska, steelhead trout are a silvery fish with a similar taste and look as Pacific salmon. Steelhead trout lack the fatty mouthfeel of some salmon, offering a more delicate flavor and flaky texture. Steelhead trout are often mistaken for salmon, as they both have bright orange-pink flesh that cooks to opaque. Steelhead trout can be substituted for salmon in most recipes.
Compared to Atlantic salmon, which is often found in thick cuts, steelhead trout are smaller and thinner, and cook more quickly. Steelhead trout are often confused with rainbow trout. While they’re of the same species, rainbow trout spend their lives in fresh water, and steelhead trout are anadromous (spend parts of their lives in fresh and salt water). Rainbow trout tend to be smaller, with paler flesh and a gamier flavor.
Ok, I am not a dark chocolate lover. And I know, that definitely defines me as a non-gourmet, but I can’t help it. I know what I like, and dark chocolate ain’t something I enjoy. Until this cookie came along, that is. I don’t think I have ever bit into anything starring chocolate (be it milk, white, or dark) that I like any better than one of these cookies. OMG. They are beyond delicious. And as it turns out, very easy to prepare. Don’t even need a mixer. And for all of you out there who find wheat flour intolerable, this recipe is going to set you free. You will be in your kitchen making these delightful treats at every opportunity.
We first had a taste of one of these little darlings on our recent trailer trip. Mr. Cs sister Katie brought them along to share with us while both couples were camped at Wanapum State Park. Andy and I fell madly in love after just one bite. So of course, I just had to have the recipe. Not only so that I could bake these for our own enjoyment, but I could also share this wonderful recipe from Alison Roman published on the cooking.nytimes.com site with all of you. I truly like nothing better than either discovering or being given a recipe like this, and then being able to pass it along to each of you. And this recipe, ladies and gentlemen, is truly a gem. (Thank you again Katie.)
So don’t hesitate. Bake up a batch of these wonderful cookies at your earliest convenience.
As always, have fun in your kitchen and live each day to the fullest. Peace and love to all.
6 T. (¾ stick) unsalted butter
2½ c. powdered sugar
¾ c. unsweetened cocoa (I use either Valrhona Cocoa Powder or Ghirardelli Premium Cocoa Powder)
1 tsp. kosher salt
2 lg. egg whites
1 lg. egg
8 oz. bittersweet chocolate (at least 67% cacao), chopped (I use 1⅓ cups roughly chopped Guittard 63% cacao extra dark chocolate baking chips)
½ c. finely chopped nuts (pecans, walnuts, almonds, hazelnuts)
flaky salt, such as Maldon or Pacific Blue Kosher Flake Sea Salt
Line 2 large baking sheets with parchment paper.
Melt the butter in a small pan, whisking frequently until foam appears and the butter starts to brown. Remove from heat and allow to cool.
Using a fine mesh strainer or sifter, combine the powdered sugar, cocoa, and salt in a medium sized mixing bowl.
Using a spatula, mix in the egg whites, whole egg, and cooled browned butter until the mixture is smooth. Add the chopped chocolate and nuts.
Using a very small ice cream scoop* (I use my #100 scoop for these cookies), drop balls of dough at least 2 inches apart on the prepared cookie sheets. Sprinkle with flaky salt.
Bake in a pre-heated 350 degree oven for about 10 minutes, or until the cookies are flat and look baked through and a bit wrinkled.
Remove from oven and let sit on the pan for about 4 minutes before carefully transferring to a wire rack to cool completely. Store in an air-tight container at room temperature.
*The scoop on Ice Cream Scoops:
I use ice cream scoops for all kinds of cooking projects. But mainly I use them to make certain all the cookies from a batch are of similar size. Let’s face it, it’s much easier and more efficient to form cookies using a scoop. Takes about a third the time of dropping it by spoonfulls. Anyway, I have 4 scoop sizes that I mainly use. (OK, I only own these 4 sizes of scoops. But none-the-less, they work for me.)
#100 – 2 teaspoons (which means that if you are dishing up ice cream, you would get 100 scoops from 1 quart of ice cream) I use this scoop not only for this recipe, but anytime I want tiny little cookies.
#60 – 1 tablespoon. I use this scoop for small cookies and meatballs
#40 – 1½ tablespoons. I use this scoop for larger cookies
#10 – 3/8 cup. I use this scoop for muffins, cupcakes, and ice cream
First of all, I find radicchio bitter. So I don’t usually buy it. But in our last farm basket, there it was. A small, fresh, organic ball of burgundy bitterness. And usually I would just give it away. But with covid-19, we aren’t entertaining or seeing people very often. And because I am just too frugal to just throw it in the yard waste barrel, I decided to see if I could make a salad with it. And what a salad it turned out to be!
I found the recipe on the cooking.nytimes.com site. Easy to fix and absolutely delicious. We were practically fighting over who got the last little bit. And yes the radicchio was still bitter. But slathered with this simple dressing, it was delicious. I served it with a tuna noodle casserole and it was a perfect accompaniment.
So if you want a simple salad to serve, please give this recipe a try.
Now frankly, I never would have served this salad to my children. (Not that I even knew about radicchio when my kids were still at home.) But because this is a fairly sophisticated salad, I truly don’t feel that your average group of children would fully appreciate its robust flavor. (And I’m not implying that your children are average. I’m sure they are just as above average as mine are!) But I do know that the bitterness might be a bit off-putting to an immature palate.
Bottom line. This salad is delightful. And I can hardly wait to serve it again.
As always – stay happy, stay healthy, and stay connected. I decided that for the first time ever, I would watch a presidential debate. And that’s just what I did last evening. Good grief! If I had ever questioned whether our current POTUS was qualified for the job, I no longer have any doubt. This is the man who is leading our country? This is the type of man that millions of Americans are proud of and wish to keep in office for another 4 years? This is a man who appears to not only encourage subversive groups like the Proud Boys, but applauds them. What kind of person does that? Much less the president of what once was, a democratic country. Freedom and justice for all, etc. etc. It’s appalling! I’m embarrassed to be an American. So there is only one solution. As I have stated in many of my posts, there is only one thing we as a nation can do to fix this problem. We can vote him out!
Peace and love to all
1 tsp. anchovy paste
1 T. Champagne or white wine vinegar
3 T. extra-virgin olive oil
2 tsp. capers in brine or vinegar, drained (do not use salt-packed)
pinch kosher salt
freshly ground black pepper
2 T. finely chopped red or yellow onion
½ lg. round radicchio di Chioggia, cored and cut into ½-inch slices
Mix the anchovy paste and vinegar together until well blended. Whisk in the olive oil, then stir in the capers, salt, and pepper.
Place onion in a salad bowl. Add dressing and mix. Add radicchio. Gently toss salad. Serve immediately.
Sunday, September 13, 2020 – Wanapum State Park (S.P.), Vantage Washington (site 17)
Once upon a time, there was an older couple who lived in a nice home with an expansive view of salt water, mountains, trees, and sky. That is until wild fires starting burning all up and down the Western part of the West coast. While we could still see the trees planted in our own yard, we couldn’t have proven to anyone that there was water, mountains or even sky visible from our home. We could see the sun however as we were backing down our driveway shortly before noon. It was bright orange. This was how life was at our place just before we went to hook up our trailer and start on our journey.
Our hope was that once we left Western Washington, the smoke would lift a bit and we could once again enjoy this beautiful state park on the banks of the Columbia River. Well good luck with that idea. When we arrived at the campground, and our well-chosen site next to the river, there was no river to be seen. After all, it was a good 80 feet to the river edge. (I know, sarcasm and cynicism don’t become me, but I have to tell it like it is!) Hopefully before the three days are up, we will at least catch a glimpse.
The drive over had been OK, but everywhere the hazy smoke filled the air. It was a bit better at the top of Snoqualmie pass, but not enough to make a never mind.
There’s a river there, really there is. And it’s a big river too. And it’s wide. Really wide. (Because of Wanapum dam.) And usually it’s delightful to simply sit by the river and watch it flow to who knows where. Let yourself imagine that the water will someday become part of the Indian Ocean or pass close to the Cape of Good Hope. Lovely way to let your mind drift along with the water.
Anyway, to quote one of my favorite radio characters from my childhood, Chester A. Riley, what a revoltin’ development this is! Here we are in one of our favorite parks and it’s still smoky. Not a little bit smoky, but really smoky. So much so, that we can’t even open a window smoky. But all is not lost. We are here with Andy’s sister Katie and her husband Rick. And it is really great to see them. So social distancing, and staying outside, we enjoyed a before dinner drink, great conversation, and then a lovely dinner prepared by Katie. Then an early to bed. Still no windows open, which is very different for us. We usually have at least 3 windows open in our trailer even on the coldest of days. OK, not wide open, but at least cracked a bit. Perhaps the smoke will have lifted a bit with the start of a new day.
Monday, September 14, 2020 – Wanapum S.P.
Nope! Still smoky and still no sign of the river.
After a leisurely breakfast we moseyed over to Rick and Katie’s Airstream trailer (site 8) for a bit of a visit and to discuss plans for the day. As it turned out, we unanimously decided that the plan for the day was to do pretty much nothing but read, relax, and try to not breathe in too much of the local atmosphere. So that meant no hiking or fast walking (as if we could do that anyway!), but at least for me it was a good excuse not to do any real exercise. (I never turn down an excuse to be lazy.)
So after a comfort-food dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and salad at our trailer, it was each couple to their respective trailer for quiet time.
Tuesday, September 15, 2020 – Still at Wanapum S.P.
Yep – Still smoky
Ate breakfast, read our books. Ate lunch, read our books and took a walk around our loop. Ate a wonderful salmon dinner at Rick and Katie’s trailer, came home at about 8:00 pm and read our books till lights out.
Wanapum S.P. (site 19) 9/28/2019. The mighty Columbia River in all it’s glory. And smokeless! Still 9/28/2019 – Looking SE towards Wanapum dam. Even with cloudy conditions we could see for miles. Love this park.
Wednesday, September 16, 2020 – Entiat City Park, Entiat, Washington – site 34
Our campsite at Entiat City Park
Took our time getting ready to depart Wanapum. No hurry because our destination was only about 80 miles away. So after a leisurely breakfast, and hooking up, we walked over to say goodbye to Katie and Rick. We really wished we would be spending more time traveling with them, but hopefully we can make that happen next year. If all works out as planned, we will be visiting them at their home in Winthrop while camped at Chelan State Park. But who knows? It all depends on the wildfire situation.
When we arrived at Entiat, the whole campground was practically deserted. And very, very smoky. Our campsite was right on the river, and at least we could see the river and the far shore.
Spent the day reading and being extremely lazy. After a nice dinner of leftover meatloaf, spaghetti in a light Parmesan sauce, and green salad, we read until we could no longer keep our eyes open. After a peaceful night’s sleep, we awoke to (you guessed it) another smoky day. (I was really tired of smoke at this point.) But at least we weren’t dealing directly with a fire. Or trying to save our home from being destroyed. Or worried about the ravages of yet another hurricane. So in the long run, we were doing OK. And still glad to be seeing another part of our fine state.
Thursday, September 17, 2020 – Entiat City Park
Woke up to, yes indeed, still smoke. So a quiet day reading, eating, drinking fine adult beverages, and enjoying each-others company. We’ve been in love now for almost 30 years. How Andy puts up with me I will never fully understand. But for whatever reason, he still builds my coffee in the morning, and graciously accepts the fact that some time during any given day, I am probably going to ask him the same question more than once. It’s all part of being partners as well as best friends. How truly lucky I am to have him as a partner.
So nothing remarkable to report today. Found a nice fruit stand less than a mile from our camp site. Always wonderful to buy fresh produce. Lots of enjoyment just watching the river run through.
At one point during the day, Andy took a short walk towards where the Entiat River flows into the Columbia. This darling troll was standing guard in an underpass.
Complete with mask. Good troll!
Friday, September 18, 2020 – Entiat City Park
Again, smoke is the theme for the day. But today, we got to spend time with our dear friend Linda who lives in Leavenworth. She arrived around 1:00 pm and we spent the afternoon and evening catching up on our kids, our friends, our hobbies, and all the fun and life we have shared for the last 39 years. Linda reminded me that we have now been the best of friends for almost 40 years. So we decided, that in honor of our lasting friendship, the three of us were going to celebrate by traveling somewhere together next year. I’m already thinking about the destination.
The kind of friendship I share with Linda, is one of the greatest blessings in my life. She has helped me through good times and hard times without ever condemning me, or making me feel stupid or inadequate. She just cares for me. And she lets me feel bad and recover at my own pace. Just there when I need her. No one could ask for a better friend. So anytime I get to spend time with Linda is a blessing.
Saturday, September 19, 2020 – Entiat City Park
Still smoky but getting better. So we decided to take a driving trip up the Entiat River Valley. First few miles were full of orchards. You absolutely can’t tell from the main road (alt. 97) what you are going to find when you proceed up the river road. From alt. 97 it looks like the river valley is going to remain very narrow. Not the case. However, it never gets really wide either. But it’s certainly wide enough to allow good sized orchards on both sides of the road. As you progress up the valley, more and more trees start to appear. At least what’s left of the trees, that is!
In July 2014, lightning sparked a fire in the pines, firs and hemlocks of the upper Entiat River drainage. The Duncan Fire began on a ridge between the Entiat River and the North Fork Entiat River, spreading east, burning 12,000 acres. Almost exactly one year later, lightning caused a fire on the south shore of Lake Chelan. The Wolverine Fire moved south, slowly at first, but eventually reached the burned area of the Duncan Fire, scorching a total of 65,000 acres.
Those fires prompted the closure of several campgrounds and recreation areas in Entiat Valley forest lands.
As we drove along it was interesting to see new cottonwood trees springing up everywhere. Some were at least 6 feet tall. So the forest was beginning to re-seed itself. But there were still masses of trees with no green and lots of black, sooty bark.
It was an interesting drive, and I’m glad to have seen it. But it was hard to witness all that devastation. I was glad to get back to our camp site. And to skies beginning to get cloudy and stormy looking. I don’t think we had any hard rain, but there was enough breeze to clear the skies.
Sunday, September 20, 2020 – Chelan State Park, Chelan, Washington – site 10
Woke to sunshine and a clear day. After a lovely, lazy breakfast, we left our campsite at about 12:15 pm under a mostly blue sky. A few puffy clouds here and there, but warm and pleasant. And – clear air. What a treat.
Clear skies – FINALLY- and of course the morning we are to move camp to Chelan S.P.Looking down river from our campsiteLooking North along the trail that runs in front of the camp sites.
I’m not sure we have ever in almost 30 years of pulling a travel trailer, had 2 campsites with so few miles in-between. I think our whole time in the truck was under 40 minutes. So maybe 30 miles. Now that was a treat too. Usually we try to keep the miles to under 250 a day. But even at that, which is a short travel day when you are in a car, 250 miles is a whole different matter when you are towing a trailer. It’s not like just jumping in your car and blasting your way from point A to point B at 70 miles an hour. First of all, you can’t use cruise control. So your right leg can start to get pretty tired especially if your drive is up and down mountainous roads. Luckily we both feel comfortable puling a trailer, so we take turns. And we change drivers often. Also, pulling a trailer is like riding a motorcycle. It’s truly defensive driving at its finest. Full on complete attention to the road. And no letting your mind drift at any time when you are behind the wheel. But today, we felt like we had arrived before we had even gotten started. It was a delightful change of pace. And one that we plan to emulate in the future.
So after getting all set up, resting a bit, enjoying a bite of lunch, we drove into Chelan for some re-provisioning. We were out of peanut butter! An unacceptable circumstance. And one that needed our immediate attention.
Then the rest of the day we read and enjoyed the beautiful weather. I had actually been contemplating baking a small loaf of sourdough bread in my toy oven. It’s not really a toy oven, but I’ve seen bigger play ovens in the kid’s corner of a doctor’s office. But I had baked cornbread the day before with reasonable results, so I thought – why not a tiny sourdough loaf? (And yes, I brought my sourdough starter with me.) But then reality hit me like a 4 day old baguette. What was I thinking? Our trailer is not equipped with a KitchenAid mixer. And kneading even the tiniest amount of bread dough on my kitchen counter would be like trying to turn a 10 egg omelet in a 4-inch frying pan. Not bloody likely and more mess than I care to even imagine. So – no homemade sourdough bread until we get home.
Monday, September 21, 2020 – Chelan S.P.
Lovely campsite with a whole big lawn to watch the sky and critters drift by.Our new neighbors as seen from inside the trailer.
Lovely morning with almost no smoke. At least we couldn’t see or smell what smoke still lingered in the area. So we decided a drive up into the hills to the East of Lake Chelan would be fun. And it was fun, until we got onto a road (and I use the term “road” very loosely) that was unpaved, un-marked, narrow, steep, and “fall off the side of the mountain” scary. When we got to a junction at the top of the world, there were 2 “roads” from which to choose. Our choice was to turn around. And God help us if we had met a car or truck on that road. The soil was very sandy, so therefore slippery and unstable. Had we met another vehicle, one of the vehicles would have had to back up. I was very relieved when we were back on pavement. Andy decided maybe we should try and find a different route for the next part of our Chelan Butte exploration. Yah think!?!?
You know how T. S. Elliot wrote – “this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper”, well that’s how our next try at getting to the top of the butte ended. OK, Andy really couldn’t hear me whimpering, but inside I was in full “whimper” mode! Because, as our first route took us, so did this one. Oh it started out just fine. Paved road, a curve sign here and there, and a nice house or two to trick me into feeling safe. But slowly the road began to disintegrate under our very tires. And of course – no place to turn around. By the time we got to a semi-wide spot in the road so that Andy could actually talk again, I was almost comatose with fear. That bloody path (no way I’m going to dignify it by calling it a road) had an incline of at least 12 degrees. And with each bump my back was screaming at me to abandon all hope and get out and walk! The only saving grace on this stretch of “road” was that there was no ledge to fall over. So plunging to the bottom of a canyon was not happening at least in the foreseeable future. Had we continued further up this double grooved “path from Hell”, perhaps we would have found that undesirable condition a part of this delightful little side trip as well. Thank God I will never have to know.
Anyway, Andy managed to turn the truck around. And ever so skillfully and slowly dropped us back down to the safety of pavement. I almost asked him to stop the truck while I got out and kissed the tarmac. But I wanted away from this area of the world in as short a time as possible. Either I’ve become a wuss in my old age, or we are finding roads that years ago were not open to the public. I’ve chosen to believe it’s not me. I think it’s the environmentalists who have decided that signs don’t keep people out. And that a few good scares will do the job much more effectively. And they are right. All I wanted at this point was to get the hell back to camp. So that’s exactly what we did. While I started dinner, Andy went into Chelan and took a short walk along the river front. (And yes, the walk was paved and flat.) I think both of us had been on enough up and down for the day.
One really great thing about today – we saw three big horn sheep up close and personal.
After dinner a quiet read and an early to bed.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020 – Chelan S.P.
Woke to a beautiful day. Blue sky with just a hint of a breeze and a few clouds just starting to think about becoming anything at all.
Andy took off for a hike and I’ll let him tell you all about it. Presenting Mr. Andy Carr. (Drum roll please……)
Crow Hill
Took advantage of being camped at Lake Chelan State Park to take a rare hike in the Chelan Mountains, far to the east from home base. The smoke from Oregon/California wildfires had only cleared out from Eastern Washington a few days previously, and a wet weather system was due to arrive the next day; so all in all a fortuitous day for an early Fall high-country outing.
And high country it is, with a trailhead elevation of 6500 feet (one of the highest in the state). Departed camp 9:30 AM under clear skies, drove back down to Entiat and up the Entiat River Road 29 miles (with a pause at Lake Creek CG), then up forest service road 59 (well graded) for 8½ miles to Shady Pass; then a final 2½ miles on spur roads to the Pyramid Mountain trailhead, arriving 11:15 AM. No other vehicles on the roads nor at the trailhead. The alternate approach, starting from 25 Mile Creek on Lake Chelan, is shorter in distance but is 20 miles of unpaved (dusty) road and is reputed to be a white-knuckler.
Skies has clouded up all morning over the mountains, mostly heavy cumulus, making for a nice walking temperature but poor lighting for photography; regrettable since the trail passes through groves of larch trees that were beginning to transition into their autumn phase of golden needles. I doddered on the downslopes due to knee soreness (the left has been slowly recovering from a strained muscle sustained at the start of the trip), but no problems on the up-slopes despite the elevation. After dropping to a saddle, the trail climbs gently while contouring around a knoll on the ridge, heading first west then north, occasionally on the track of an old fire break road. Another saddle is reached at 1½ miles, whereupon the hiker’s route leaves the trail and climbs open grassy slopes to the summit of Crow Hill, 7366 feet. Arrived at the superb viewpoint and lunch spot 1:15 PM.
There is a small window view of Lake Chelan, 5000 feet below at the base of a silver-forest drainage. Beyond to the northeast lies the Sawtooth Wilderness, a sea of granite. Rain shrouded the upper Lake basin towards Stehekin. To the north, Pyramid Mountain shone in a shaft of sunlight, surrounded by the 8000-foot peaks of the North Fork Entiat headwaters (Cardinal, Saska and Emerald). Panning left, the approach ridge to Duncan Hill was decimated by the 2015 Wolverine fire. Unfortunately, westward views to the higher peaks of the Entiat Mountains, and beyond towards Glacier Peak, were completely cloud-obscured.
Retraced route at a leisurely pace, amid more frequent appearances of sunshine. Back to truck 3:15 PM; to camp 5:00 PM.
Larch trees at trailheadLarches along trailLake Chelan from summitPyramid MountainNorth fork Entiat River headwatersLarch trees in full autumn foliage
Wednesday, September 23, 2020 – Chelan S.P.
Well they said it would rain, and they were right! Nice enough morning, but by 11:00 am I was inside changing into long pants, socks and real shoes. It was getting mighty chilly reading outside under our canopy. But another layer helped and it was back to reading, writing, and relaxing. The three Rs of a great vacation.
At 3:00 pm Mr. C. went on a wine tasting adventure to Fielding Hills. Since my body no longer tolerates wine, he went by himself. And for him, he showed great restraint. Only 7 bottles. (I was impressed!)
Then back to camp for afternoon reading, dinner, and lights out.
FYI: I love to hear the rain at night when we are in the trailer. It’s like listening to a lovely lullaby as we drift off to sleep. And because it’s a trailer rather than a tent – no leaks. And no getting wet during a night call. So no having to get dressed and put on shoes. And grabbing a flashlight so you won’t get lost on your way to the outhouse or camp bathroom. Because at our age, “night calls” come quite regularly. If you are still young, see what you have to look forward to! If you are over 50, then you know of what I speak. Pleasant dreams to all.
Thursday, September 24, 2020 – Chelan S.P.
What a grand day. Woke to no smoke and a fair amount of nice weather. Had plans to drive to Winthrop to spend the afternoon and early evening with Rick and Katie. So that’s just what we did. Nice drive and always a pleasure to spend time with these lovely people. Even if they are relatives. Just kidding. Well not about the relatives part. They are relatives, but we would want to spend time with them even if we weren’t related. I hope that makes sense. Sometimes you just get lucky. And you end up with a sister (Andy’s sister Katie) and brother-in-law (Rick) who are delightful people even if they are relatives. (I better stop now while I’m ahead. If I actually am ahead that is!) Anyway – we had a great time with them and love them dearly. Plus Katie served us a great dinner! Who could ask for anything more?
Then back in our truck and back to camp.
Friday, September 25, 2020 – home again, home again, rain shadow and all.
Not only did it rain all the damn day, to the point where we looked and felt like drowned rats when we broke camp and left Chelan S.P. at 11:30 am, but it poured buckets all the way home. Well at least until we hit Smokey Point at which point we could see blue skies to the West.
Now I don’t know if you know about or believe in the rain shadow that the Olympic peninsula provides for some of us in the north sound area, but by the time we got to our trailer storage space on Camano Island, the sun was shining and it was dry. So very nice to un-hook, grab a few of the essentials we would need to keep body and soul together for our first night at home, and arrive at Chez Carr at a decent hour.
Of course, nothing ever goes exactly as planned. Our old kitty girl Squeeky, who was my late father-in-law’s cat whom we adopted when he died, was not well. To the point that she was curled up in her cat cave unwilling to even venture out to chew us up one side and down the other for leaving her, albeit in the capable and loving hands of our dear friend Peggy. So I left a message on our vet’s phone to see if we could get her in the next morning.
Plus our septic system was yammering it’s little head off that it was un-happy about something or other and was not going to shut up until we called in someone with more expertise than we had to fix whatever the problem was that was causing the system to rebel. (Never again will I end a trip on a Friday. Getting help on a weekend is really difficult.)
But we were home. And we had a great break, despite wildfire smoke, rain, Covid-19, and the ever present concern regarding the outcome of the November 3rd election.
I truly find it almost impossible to understand how anyone in their right mind could think Trump was worthy of their trust. He cares not one iota for any person other than himself. He doesn’t value honesty, or integrity, or honor. In fact he thinks anyone with these attributes are losers or suckers. What he respects (if you can even call it respect), are people who cater to his every whim, and uneducated white people, especially women, who tunnel vision onto one thing, like abortion, and look no farther. It’s sad. And truly scary. Our country has never been, and will never be perfect. Democrats aren’t perfect, and never will be. Can’t happen. But if we as a nation don’t take immediate action, democracy as we know it will be a thing of the past. And the only thing that will truly help make America great again, is if Trump is defeated.
So now that I’m home, I’m going to preach, beg, plead, and do everything in my power to help my grandchildren and everyone else’s offspring have the same quality of life I have always enjoyed. I’m going to preach the brotherhood of man, I’m going to beg people to vote for a future where science and education are valued, get down on my knees and plead with people not to narrow their scope to one issue, but rather look at the full picture. And then I am going to vote. I’m going to use my voice to let the current politicians in Washington D.C. know that not everyone cares just about themselves. That there are people like myself who want a better world for everyone. Who don’t care what color someone’s skin is, or who they choose to send their prayers to, or what their sexual persuasion happens to be. I want Washington to know I’m too busy living my life to worry about someone who happens to be different than me. I simply want someone in office that cares about justice for all. So I’m going to be busy. But until then, I’m going to bed.
So when I thought about what kind of cookie I wanted to make for our upcoming trailer trip, I decided an oatmeal cookie would be absolutely perfect. But I wanted an oatmeal cookie that was just a little different than how I usually doctor up my oatmeal cookies for more flavor. So no chocolate chips. No peanut butter. But maybe introduce a lot more spice action.
So I thought some kind of dried fruit would be nice. But not the usual suspects, like dried cranberries, or dried cherries, or dried blueberries. It just happened that I had a few thin slices of dried apple in my stash of dried this and that. Not enough to feature in a major cooking project. But too much to simply discard. So I thought, why not an apple presence in an oatmeal cookie? But the apple slices, in many ways, except flavor, resembled shoe leather. (OK, I’ve never tasted shoe leather, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t taste like dried apples!) So I knew that something had to be done to soften up the chopped up apple slices a bit. And what better way to macerate fruit than by a small application of some type of booze. And since I just happened to have some spiced rum on hand, I felt it was the best bet since the cookie recipe I was developing already had ground cinnamon and ground nutmeg as important flavor additives. And really, can a bit of spiced rum ever hurt? I think not! And of course, you can’t really taste the rum. It’s more like you just kinda sorta know there is a just a little something extra in the mix.
So if you too are a fan of oatmeal cookies, you are going to love these babies. They are soft, but chewy, sweet, but not too sweet, and between the golden raisins and the dried apples, there is just a nice fruit note in every bite. And of course there is a delightful crunch from the chopped walnuts. In other words, these cookies are yum!
So as always, keep having fun in your kitchen, keep helping your friends and family cope with the devastating circumstances of life right now, and take especially good care of yourself. You can’t be of any value to anyone, including yourself, if you let down your guard or start feeling that all is out of your control. Everything is not out of your control. You can still choose to be happy. You can still choose to be positive. You can still choose to be that one person who helps lift the spirits of those around you. And yes it’s not fair. Why should you always have to be the designated good guy? Well, dear readers, first of all, let me explain that life is not always fair. (You’ve probably already figured that out for yourself.) But we are cooks. We are used to nourishing bodies and minds through the food we fix. But there is even more that we can do. We can smile. We can say please and thank you. We can liberally offer praise. We can offer help, when help is needed. We can refuse to let the little everyday “revoltin’ developments” (thank you Chester A. Riley) get to us. And no it isn’t easy. But it is so much better than the alternative. And of course after a long day of helping others and listening to and watching all the news about fires, the pandemic, racial injustice, and the current political catastrophe, there’s always the option of quietly going into your bedroom closet to let out a silent scream. I find that often helps me when dealing with all of life’s little unpleasantries. Well that and a big old bowl of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream.
Peace and love to all.
2 T. spiced or regular rum
½ c. chopped dried apples (I use thin dried apple slices, cut into small pieces)
1¾ c. unbleached all-purpose flour (fluffed)
½ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. fine sea salt
2 tsp. ground cinnamon
½ tsp. ground nutmeg
1 c. (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened slightly
1 c. brown sugar, packed
½ c. granulated sugar
2 lg. eggs
1½ tsp. vanilla extract
3 c. rolled old fashioned oats
¾ c. chopped walnuts
½ c. golden raisins
Mix the spiced rum and apples together in a small bowl. Set aside.
Lightly grease or line baking sheets with parchment paper. Set aside.
In a small mixing bowl, whisk the flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg together.
In the bowl of your electric stand mixer, cream the butter, brown sugar, and granulated sugar together until soft. Mix in one of the eggs, then blend in the second egg and vanilla extract. Add flour mixture and mix just until combined. Add the oats, chopped walnuts, golden raisins, and the macerated dried apples (including any liquid that may remain).
Form dough balls with a small ice cream scoop, and place on prepared baking sheets about 2-inches apart.
Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven until golden brown on edges and nearly set, about 10-12 minutes. (Center should look a bit under-baked.)
Remove from oven and transfer to a wire rack to cool completely. Store in an airtight container at room temperature.
I love biscuits with my eggs in the morning. There’s just something heavenly about biting into a warm biscuit that has been liberally spread with honey or jam. And because of the sourdough and the bit of whole wheat flour, these biscuits are particularly delicious.
Now sourdough biscuits are never going to be as light as buttermilk biscuits. At least my sourdough biscuits aren’t as light and fluffy. But the flavor is well worth the difference. For me, my favorite biscuit is the one I happen to be eating at the time. And since I happen to have enjoyed one of these biscuits this morning spread with a lovely clover honey and wild huckleberry spread, why would these biscuits not be my favorite? (Well for as long as they last, that is! Or until the next batch of biscuits comes out of the oven.) Anyway, what I am trying to convey, is that these biscuits are really tasty. And ever so easy to make.
Now if you are not as crazy as I am for all things sourdough, I still have you covered. There are two really yummy buttermilk biscuit recipes on this site. So knock yourself out. But if you do love sourdough, give this simple recipe a try.
I found this recipe on the venisonfordinner.com site. And yes I love venison. But there isn’t a way in hell I could actually shoot a deer. First of all, I would have to own a gun. Which I do not. Then how could I look a deer in the eyes and pull the trigger. I leave that to people who are braver than I am. Or for those, like in New Zealand, who raise deer for the meat. I can enjoy venison then. Or if it’s on a menu. I can do that too. As long as the meat comes wrapped in plastic wrap and is sold at a grocery store, or is presented to me in a restaurant and I don’t have to witness the slaughter, I can conveniently forget that a beautiful animal lost its life so that I could continue to indulge my carnivorous side. (I better stop writing like this or I will have all of us vowing to become vegetarians!) La, la, la – back to biscuits. (BTW – No animals were harmed in the preparation of these biscuits!)
So if you have a sourdough starter that is getting a little long in the tooth, use the discard to build yourself and your family a special breakfast treat. I promise you that you will be happy you did.
So as always, stay healthy, stay happy, and don’t let anyone ever tell you that you are not worthy, important, or necessary, and that your voice has no value. We are all part of the same overall picture regardless of our color, beliefs, etc. And as such, we need to stand up for our rights. We also need to stand up for the rights of the millions who are disenfranchised. So be bold. Defend yourself, your family, and every other living human being. And the best way I know of to do that is to use your voice. Your voice that speaks kindness, that resonates with love, and that challenges hate, racism, bullying, or any other attribute that is demeaning and cruel.
And luckily for all of us, we have the perfect opportunity coming up to let our voices be heard. November 3rd will be a historic day. 100 years from now, the annals will record either a positive change for the better, or the further decline of what was previously a working democracy. Not a perfect democracy, or a country with no inherent problems. But still a country where most of its citizens truly espouse equality, and liberty and justice for all.
So before November 3rd rolls around, please VOTE! Give wings to your voice. (But please don’t vote twice. Winning by cheating is just wrong! On so many levels. Plus voting twice is illegal!)
Peace and love to all from Chez Carr
1 c. unbleached all-purpose flour
½ c. whole wheat pastry flour or regular whole wheat flour
1½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. kosher salt
½ c. + 2 T. (1¼ sticks) cold unsalted butter
¾ c. sourdough starter discard
2 T. plain Greek yogurt
¼ c. whole milk
Whisk the flours, baking powder, baking soda, and salt together in a mixing bowl. Using your cheese grater, grate butter into the flour. Mix well. (I use a regular table knife to mix the ingredients.)
In a small bowl, whisk the sourdough starter discard, yogurt, and milk together. Add to the flour mixture and let sit for about 20 minutes to “autolyze”. This little bit of time allows the whole wheat flour to properly soak up the liquid “autolyze” and is particularly useful when working with whole-grain flour because the bran softens as it hydrates, reducing its negative effect on gluten development.
Scoop the dough onto a lightly floured counter, form the dough into a ball, and using your fingers, press the dough into a square or rectangle 1-inch thick. Cut square biscuits to size of your choice. (I like about 2- inch squares.)
Transfer biscuits to a parchment paper lined baking sheet.
Bake in a pre-heated 450 degree oven for 15-20 minutes, or until they’re nice and golden brown on top. Remove from oven and cool on a wire rack. Serve warm. Store in an airtight container on your counter.
Note: After the first day, the biscuits are not at their best, but still have a lovely crunch to their crust and fabulous flavor when I toast them whole. I tried splitting them before placing them in my toaster, but that was not one of my better plans. So I don’t recommend that method. Made for a crumbly mess in my toaster.
