Saturday, December 3, 2011

A Bite Before the Concert

Andy and I went to the concert of Andrea Bocelli Thursday night. Although the large arena was not completely filled, due to prices of tickets I'm sure, his voice took care of that.  His magnificent pipes filled the air with a variety of offerings, each one moving in one way or another. One of the ladies that traveled with him gave the most lilting rendition of Over the Rainbow that I have ever heard.  Amazing Grace was sung like I had never experienced  it before and Andy was thrilled with the opera selections. Ave Maria made the hairs on my arms stand and salute. We brought him back five times and had we, on the second level, dared to stand (because the seats were vertical and I was afraid of tipping over) perhaps he would have come back once again.  Last night he was in DC with six other opportunities for him to be seen in America, three of which will be in various spots in Florida. He was here eleven years ago and I hope he comes again very soon. Thank you Mike and Beth for the gift of tickets.  I hope we can all go together next time, our treat.

The soup pots are on today.  I have decided to venture into the kitchen after all. Bean and ham soup in one and chili in another.  An army isn't on its way, but Sunday is tomorrow and I hope to see some Lechlers here to have a lovely ham.  Since I did not get enough sweet potatoes at Thanksgiving, those yummy items will be on the menu too.  And, a BIG salad.  Don't you crave that after all of the sweets and starches served during the holidays? The Christmas wreaths are in every window, but we are not putting up the porch lights with their special holiday welcoming glow.  Christmas has popped up too fast and there are too many trips on the agenda.  We usually get them up early in November, but that just didn't happen this year.

We have had well over 7,000 hits on this blog and I have only a few people that I know who read it.  Family for sure but who else is reading this? I'd like to know. You are most welcome and I hope you leave some comments and suggestions...be kind. LOL

I hope your holiday is a special treat for you this year, as always. You might want to try this EASY luscious fruit dip for the Christmas office potlucks and parties in general.  They loved it in Hilton Head and it is made in minutes with three or so products:

1 pkg. Jell-o vanilla or lemon flavored instant pudding (small package will do)
1 can crushed pineapple in the juice, undrained
1 cup thawed Cool Whip or sour cream
Whisk it together about two minutes and put it in the frig. to chill.  Surround it with what ever suits you. YUM. EASY.

Another easy dip or salad. Shrimp salad bites:

1/4 cup Kraft sandwich shop hot and spicy flavored mayo (I made my own with Salty Dog hot sauce and Hellmans. I did not know they made spicy mayo in a jar.)
1/2 tsp. zest and 1 tbsp. juice from 1 lemon. (I use a lot of lemon...so to taste.) 1/2 lb. cooked shrimp--I used the tiny salad shrimp. 1/4 cup chopped red peppers, three green onions, crackers of choice. I used broccoli instead of red peppers--really it is a throw together of 'likes'.

These two recipes are from Food and Family magazine and I have made them both. These are Pat and Gina Neely's recipes and though I do not like to watch them on the Food network, they have some good, simple recipes to offer and I am sure they are good cooks too.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Holiday Fun

Note: Brooks has been accepted to the Citadel.  He is waiting to hear from West Point to make a decision--nice choices! Way to go Brooks.  We are proud of you.

The dogs are very worried. First they were alone with Matt over Thanksgiving week, next it will be several days in New Orleans but for them ( boarding at the Vet) over Christmas. Then a week later we will be in Sanibel for a bit over two weeks.  Once we are home, they will sit on us to keep us in place. Posy worries and shivers all the time we are gone, according to Matt.


What can I say about Hilton Head at Thanksgiving...other than it was perfect and that I do not want to see a kitchen again for a week or so. Magazines try to tempt me to cook, but I stand firm ignoring their bright colors and delectable recipes.  Cook's Corner from the Dispatch came today with pages of enticing cookies along with their equally time consuming recipes--wonderful, but no! NO baking. Instead I curl up with a Lee Child book and look forward to Andrea Bocelli's Christmas concert here in Columbus tonight. The tickets from Mike and Beth were for our birthdays.


Twenty-one people traveled to Hilton Head for Thanksgiving.  The trip there was easy, coming home, not so much.  Poor Andy drove over twelve hours in pouring rain. It was worth it and we hope to do it again, the trip not the rain, but only with the people who really want to be there. The house was wonderful with all but two of the six bedrooms leading  to the pool.  The beach was steps away where George caught a large shark and Kathy and Joe (and George) stood in the ocean fishing for hours on end. We went to a dock fish house for five pounds of shrimp which disappeared in two or three minutes; everything food wise disappeared in a few minutes time. My little pie baking machine delighted Joe Firetag for hours.  He turned out scrumptious miniature pies that went as fast as he could bake them.


Ahhh---the games, the puzzles, the competition, the drinks, the bike rides, the family; people will keep that week in their memory bank to pull out and admire for the rest of their days. I hope David, Johnna and JD can be a part of it next time. JD's pic line is out and though he is thin and pale, he is coming around., but the beach is a no go for him for a while.


The Little Sisters of Pain (Pam, Kathy, Chee) lived up to their title.  They were happily competitive every single day and Glenda could not get enough of cards, so we willingly complied with the games' groups. I love playing with the Cincinnati Lechlers. What a group of fine people they are.


Beth's family is hosting Christmas in New Orleans.  We are flying down this time.  Andy has had it with driving and I have had it with the kitchen.

Collector Books who published my first three books wrote to me.  They are no longer publishing books but want to put the books that they published on the Internet.  So, someday I will have E books on line.  Go figure.

Note: Since I have not found out how to add titles to pictures here, I will give you the run down of  family in the pictures to follow:

1. George Isfort carving two turkeys and a ham with his new set of carving equipment--it's his birthday after all, so get to work.
2.  Andy, my husband, and Nate, one grandson who is starting Columbus State
3.  Mary Susan on the left and one of her sisters, Pam (daughters of Andy's brother Joe and his wife, Glenda.)
4.  The family on Thanksgiving day in Hilton Head
5.  Beth Lechler on the beach
6.  My sister-in-law, Glenda Lechler
7. Glenda again with George her son-in-law and Mary Susan and Pam--where's Kathy??? There are many people missing from these close ups.








I hope your holidays will be filled with great joy and peace...is there ANY peace?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Here Be Dragons~

A week to go and the car is nearly packed with goodies for the wonderful week ahead~ Thanksgiving week in Hilton Head in a beach house not our own.  Sadly, David, Johnna and JD cannot come because JD still has his 'pic' insert and the doctors won't release him to go. The leaving hour gets earlier and earlier, according to Andy's clock. We leave at 7:00, no, we'd better leave at 6:00 (that's AM) No matter what time we leave, Joe and Glenda will be ready to haul their booty into the car for the eleven hour trip to Hilton Head. I am sure we will actually leave around 4:00 or 5:00 because who can sleep with Andy pacing the house going into every room making sure it is unplugged and heat free. The dogs will start to worry once they see the suitcases.  Posy will begin pacing and whining.  Winston will get close and sit on my feet to keep me in place and Bella, who has never been left for even a week will be stunned as we pull away from the house. It's sad, but happy at the same time.  We leave Matt behind with the three dogs, the freezer and the grill, to fend for themselves as best they can. He can jabber Japanese nothings in their ears until we reappear only to leave again in December and January. (We've decided to make the most of life while we are still on foot and healthy.)

The pantries have been stripped and we are taking enough wine to blunt any unpleasantness that might crop up like no place to buy pumpkin pies and dinner rolls...never mind I have my electric pie maker and potato roll recipe at the ready with several packages of yeast and five pound of flour for a week's stay. The gin bottle is the biggest and heaviest item to be placed gently in the boot of the Escalade. I have Glenda's library from the beauty parlor for her beach reading. I have many Lee Child's books to keep me happy and Andy and Joe have several books that I have read to choose from.  The bike's have been rented and will be waiting for the riders at the house. (That won't be me, thank you very much.) Mike and Beth will be herding two cars loaded with kids (adult kids) and goodies for the trip.  They leave on Wednesday for a continuous trip to the land of food and off time. More than twenty people will convene with cards and games and drinks in hand.  The grill will be fired up, the pool heated up, and the dragons of every day life will be left behind for a gathering of more than Sunday with the Lechlers, more like A Week with the Lechlers. Pictures to follow...if we can still focus.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Our Friends from Japan

Facebook is a wonderful tool when it is carefully used with honesty and discretion.  This week I became 'friends' again with a Japanese family who once lived in America and became collecting friends and visiting guests on many occasions.  At the time Yumiko (the mother), Shinji (the father), Akiko (the daughter), and Toshi (the son) had lived in Atlanta and then Pennsylvania for several years. Yumiko and I became friends because we collected the same things.  One thing led to another and the entire family became involved.  The son was around three or four years old at the time and now teaches middle school in Japan.  The beautiful daughter who was around twelve is now a mother and a free lance translator.  Shinji is back in Pittsburgh and Yumiko is coming to America this month to visit him. Shinji was partial to grits having spent a long time in the south.  I once asked what he'd like to eat while staying here and he said grits. A turkey wrapped in puff pastry I could do--a grit is another matter, but try it I did.  Strangely, Shinji never asked for grits again while dining here.  Akiko, however, repeatedly liked my stinging hot gazpacho--tears would run freely down her face, but the bowl would be empty and the task done each and every time. I am so happy they are in our lives again.

Twelve days and we will be on our way to Hilton Head, turkeys and hams in tow with wine and gin and Stolichnaya (iced Russian vodka)--we are planning on having a very good time. The dogs have no idea we are leaving them here with Matt, but they are forgiving creatures and they must keep Matt company while he studies.  Matt is a Japanese (studies major) and there is no down time when it comes to that field of endeavor.

I will take many pictures of our time together and share them right away.  I hope your Thanksgiving is one blessed with family and friends and good food.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Martha Made Me Do It

I see Martha Stewart has published her 75th book. Normally I am not intrigued by famous or hoping to be famous people, but for some reason when Martha first got started trying to be significant, I became interested in her for a time period. (I am way over that now.) I bought into all of her ideas because she seemed to be a hard worker and one who pulled herself up to make something of herself. At the time I was deep into collecting antiques, writing about them, and buying and selling. Many collectors came here to visit and Andy and I enjoyed week ends with these friends.  I would plot and plan many meals and our home decor based on Martha's influence and the preferences of the guests.  One Thanksgiving frequent visitors from Illinois and Michigan came to spend several days. It was during Martha's period of wrapping the turkey in puff pastry--if you can imagine. AND WHY? We had that damn turkey all over the kitchen but wrapped she became and beautifully she baked, but what was the point?  When you sliced it, the crust fell off and only the meat remained (any way) as if it had never been done--so like Martha, it was all show with no added flavor. NOTE: As I remember it, the turkey is prebaked, cooled, then wrapped quickly with cold puff pastry (Lordy I hope I did not make that from scratch) then popped quickly into a high heat oven to bake to a golden glory--this is in case you want to be silly and try it for your own Thanksgiving table.  Pretty presentation, like an attractive Christmas box with nothing in it.

This Thanksgiving, in Hilton Head we will serve two turkeys, sans the puff pastry, and a ham.  Our menu is planned and revised and planned and revised, but turkeys and ham remain the stars of the occasion. I am also taking my mini pie baker so that everyone can make his or her own little pies when ever they want--even for breakfast.  It is a slick little machine that bakes four individual pies in ten minutes...any kind of pie, savory or sweet.  I need to get some good out of that purchase and this may be just the time to do it.  We have started loading the car with gadgets, machines, and tasty treats for the eleven hour trip.  Joe, Glenda, Andy and I leave on Monday and spend the night breaking up the trip, but everyone else will make it in one long journey.  They will arrive a little testy, but we will greet them with a good dinner, lots of love, and all will forgotten and forgiven for a week.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Tiramisu Bread

If that title doesn't intrigue you, nothing will.  Today I received my first issue of  Cuisine at Home.  True to advertised, not one ad appeared in the pages of this slick fifty-one page offering. I love it even more since one recipe caught my attention right away~ tiramisu bread.  I like making tiramisu since I first tasted it in Paris and thought then that was the best thing I had eaten during my many trips to France. My home rendition was spiked with more liquor than usual because I believe in being generous.  I am trying this bread recipe this week and will let you know how it is --or if you make it, let me know what you think.  Beth's birthday is Sunday, maybe I'll have it then.

Joe and Glenda Lechler spent the week end here with us.  I am always sad to see them go.  We made many plans for travel, however, the new one being two week on Sanibel Island in February.  In three and a half weeks there will be Thanksgiving in Hilton Head.  Matt is staying here with the dogs because he has intensive school obligations, but the rest of the Lechlers, all 26, are heading out of here and meeting us there. Then there is Christmas in New Orleans...life is good.

Glenda and I watched the entire OSU football game Saturday, a rarity for me, but she is a football fan for sure.  Andy and Joe and Matt carried on about the game for days.  It was such an up set and so much fun to watch.  The quarterback was stunned speechless with all of the attention since he is a mere freshman an unused to the limelight.  On Saturday Beth, Glenda and I went to Plain City, an Amish community, to shop for cheese and bulk food and then we had dinner at Der Dutchmen. My meal was not good, but that was unusual for that wonderful place which is always crowded and now I know especially on Saturday.

The blog pages have new additions and I find them less than usable.  I can no longer add or edit on the spur of the moment after the post has been published, so I will give you the tiramisu bread recipe before I try it.

Whisk:
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/4 tsp. table salt
Beat:
1 pkg. mascarpone, room temperature (8oz)
3/4 cup sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
Combine:
1 tbsp. unsweetened cocoa powder
2 tsp. espresso powder
1 tbsp. water
Alternately add:
1/2 cup buttermilk
Pour:1/4 cup sweet Marsala

Preheat oven to 350. Spray a loaf pan
Whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt and set aside
Beat mascarpone and sugar in a bowl with a mixer on medium speed until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing after each addition. Mix in vanilla.
Combine cocoa and espresso powder in a bowl; stir in water to dissolve.
Alternately add flour mix and buttermilk to creamed mix starting and ending with flour until combined. Divide batter in half, transferring half to a separate bowl. Stir in cocoa mixture into half of batter until combined. Alternately spoon batters into prepared pan, light mixture, dark mixture and then swirl together with a skewer or knife to marble it.
Bake until toothpick comes clean about 50-55 minutes. Use a fork and poke small holes all over and pour Marsala over top of bread.  Let bread cool 15 minutes and turn out onto rack to cool.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Cookies~It's Fall, After All.



I must admit, cookies are time consuming. I think I shy away from them because of all the decades of Chistmas cookies (bake offs) and exchanges. They do take a lot of time but every once in awhile I see one that I can't ignore. Such is the case with the following picture and rave recipe. I am wild about maple glaze, maple cookies...

World Market has a great tin of cookies NYAKERS I don't know what that word means, no explanation, but the cookies are paper thin, crisp, delicious, spicy snap cookies. Pepparkakor nyakers is on the top of the lid.


Big, Soft Brown Sugar cookies with Maple Glaze (RECIPE FROM CHEEKY KITCHEN)


FOR THE COOKIES:
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup dark Karo syrup
1 1/2 cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
2 1/2 cup flour

FOR THE ICING:
2 cups powdered sugar
1 teaspoon maple extract
2 tablespoons dark karo syrup
1 tablespoon milk

Directions:
FOR THE COOKIES:
In a large bowl, beat together the butter, Karo, sugar and egg until very light and fluffy. Add the remaining ingredients and beat together until well mixed. Roll into golf-ball sized balls. Place 3 cookies on each cookie sheet and bake in an oven preheated to 375 degrees for 10-13 minutes, or just until the edges of the cookies are golden brown.

FOR THE ICING:
Whisk all ingredients together until smooth. Spoon into a ziploc baggies. Snip off the corner of the bag and pipe onto slightly warm cookies. Allow to set for 20-30 minutes before packaging up cookies.


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Obsessions for this Blog



The last two weeks have been unpleasant and I find myself reverting to my obsessions of reading and (this time) baking maraschino nut breads and cakes. I am still searching for the recipe of cherry cake made with buttermilk, but this recipe I tried today could use buttermilk in place of a cup of milk, I feel sure. I've been distracted by a hospital stay for my fourteen-year-old grandson, in Florida, who has an horrendous infection which kept us on pins and needles for two weeks during his hospital stay which was predicted to be four to six weeks. Thankfully, they are trying him at home with built in IVs inside his body, starting today with hopes of school next week. Thank God for that hospital and its staff.

When I am nervous I read and can plow through a book in a day, but if it is good, I want to stretch it out. For relief, I cook--hence a pile of cakes and loaves in the kitchen with ham and bean soup in the crock pot stewing away.

This Saturday Joe (Andy's brother) and Glenda are coming up from Cincinnati. Joe and Andy will go to the night game at The Ohio State and Glenda and I will do some shopping in Plain City with a meal at Der Dutchmen. I think they will stay on for Sunday's meal with the family too. I hope they are hungry with my cooking streak going on. I don't make pies, but Der Dutchmen offers Amish pies to go and glorious dinner rolls and...well, I could go on and on. Glenda and I will also firm up Thanksgiving in Hilton Head with 26 family members to date. I hope there is plenty of sun still left for a little beach sitting, the bikes have been rented, the rooms assigned and feast plans are being laid.

I have not learned how to label pictures so the first one is the cherry, nut loaf and the second is of JD's hand print from 2002. (JD is the one in the hospital.) He made this trivet for me for Christmas on year and I still use it often.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Poppy Seed Cakes



Do you recall the first time you saw and or tasted poppy seed cake? I was in Nebraska for a convention in the seventies, the first one actually, for miniature (toy) glassware. We were hosted by the Smuckers and another couple who graciously executed the event in good order. There was a cake that stuck in my mind and Sandy graciously offered the simple recipe. That recipe encouraged me to go on to the next which is an all time favorite Solo poppy form cake from the label on the can of poppy seed filling necessary to the success of the cake. I still have the original label in my files. I adore this cake. It is very big, very moist and very delicious. It slices like a dream and keeps for ages. It is the perfect cake. Today I had begun thinking about poppy seed cakes for no apparent reason, especially since I have tested recipes for Stromboli for an entire week and my family and guests are now cautious about entering the kitchen because they have to taste and critique each offering. They are fed up with Stromboli, that's for sure. I discovered that once the dough is risen you can fill it with nearly anything, like a pizza, and the results are especially pleasing to men.

Solo Poppy Form Cake


14 to 16 servings

1 cup butter or margarine, softened
1 cup dairy sour cream
1-1/2 cups sugar
2-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 can Solo or 1 jar Baker Poppy filling
1 teaspoon baking soda
4 eggs, separated
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
Confectioners sugar

Preheat oven to 350° F. Grease and flour 12-cup Bundt pan or 10-inch tube pan and set aside.

Beat butter and sugar in large bowl with electric mixer until light and fluffy. Add poppy filling and beat until blended. Beat in egg yolks, 1 at a time, beating well after each addition. Add vanilla and sour cream and beat just until blended. Stir flour, baking soda and salt until mixed, and add to poppy mixture gradually, beating well after each addition.

Beat egg whites in separate bowl with electric mixer until stiff peaks form. Fold beaten egg whites into batter. Spread batter evenly in prepared pan.

Bake 55 to 65 minutes or until cake tester comes out clean. Cool in pan on wire rack 10 minutes. Remove from pan and cool completely


Here is Sandy's very simple poppy seed cake and after that one with the addition of orange juice.

Ingredients
1 (18.25 ounce) package yellow cake mix
1 (3.4 ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix
2 tablespoons poppy seeds (I always used more)
1 cup water
1/2 cup vegetable oil
4 eggs
1 teaspoon almond extract

Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10 inch Bundt pan.
In a large bowl, stir together cake mix, pudding mix and poppy seeds. Make a well in the center and pour in water, oil, and eggs. Beat on low speed until blended. Scrape bowl, and beat 4 minutes on medium speed. Pour batter into prepared pan.
Bake in the preheated oven for 50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Let cool in pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack and cool completely.

Ingredients for poppy seed cake with the orange juice and sour cream difference:
1 (18.25 ounce) package yellow cake mix
1 (3.5 ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix
1/2 cup vegetable oil
4 eggs
1 cup sour cream
1/2 cup orange juice
1/4 cup poppy seeds

Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10 inch tube pan.
In a large bowl, stir together cake mix and pudding mix. Make a well in the center and pour in oil, eggs, sour cream and juice. Beat on low speed until blended. Scrape bowl, and beat 2 minutes on medium speed. Stir in the poppy seeds.
Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake in the preheated oven for 50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Allow to cool 15 minutes in the pan. Remove from pan, then sprinkle with confectioners' sugar before serving.


Poppyseed Rum Cake (from Cheeky Kitchen)
This moist butter cake cooks up rich and dense and full of flavor. As if that isn't enough, the cake is drizzled with a rich non-alcoholic rum and almond syrup that seeps into the skin, then sprinkled with powdered sugar that turns crisp-crunchy as it dries, adding the slightest crunch to the crust. Decadant and ridiculously simple.

Ingredients:
2 sticks butter
2 cups sugar
4 eggs
2 1/2 tablespoons poppyseeds
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon rum flavoring
1/2 teaspoon almond flavoring
1/3 cup water
1 cup powdered sugar

Directions:
In a large bowl, beat together the butter and 1 cup of sugar until fluffy. Add the eggs and continue to beat until creamy. Add the poppyseeds, vanilla, and flour and stir together until mixed. Spoon into a 9-inch cake pan that has been well-greased with nonstick cooking spray, and liberally floured. Bake in an oven preheated to 350 degrees for 32-35 minutes, or just until the center of the cake is set. While the cake is cooking, place the second cup of sugar, flavorings, and water into a small saucepan. Heat over medium heat until the sugar in dissolved. Remove cake from the oven, cool slightly, and turn out onto a large plate. Using a drinking straw, poke holes all over the cake. Spoon the sugar syrup into the holes of the cake. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve warm (or cold).

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Quest for Perfect Lemon Loaf Continues




For a year I have tested lemon cakes and loaves searching for the Starbuck's lemon cake recipe. Imposter's have claimed this one or that one to be the correct one and yet something is slightly off about each of them...although they have all been good. Today I made this tasty treat. Starbuck's loaf is done in a taller,wider pan with more batter, of course, but this one has almost the same texture and the tart taste that I like. Starbuck's cake is like a yellow satin ribbon of goodness--no crumbs or grains or holes, even slight ones. Maybe I just got hold of a good loaf at the antiques show in Philadelphia, but it was memorable. Once I get something in my head about a recipe, I can't stop until I find it. (By the way, I am STILL looking for a cherry cake recipe made with buttermilk.) An acquaintance said she was making it for her daughter's birthday and I asked for the recipe. She said it was a secret and refused my request. I am always suspicious of people who do not share their recipes. It's childish and selfish, especially if you are an ordinary cook and not making money as a chef or restaurant owner or a cookbook author.


NOTE: The pools guys were just here to close the pool for the winter and they ate half of the cake, so it must be a really good recipe.


I used vanilla Greek yogurt in this recipe. I'd use it again. This is my first use of Greek yogurt which is a pleasant surprise due to its thickness and richness.

Lemon Cake (again)

For the cake: 1 1/2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup plain yogurt (I used Greek vanilla)
1 cup sugar
3 extra large eggs (I didn't have extra large, so I used four.)
1 tablespoon grated zest
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon lemon extract
1/2 cup vegetable oil

For the soaking:
1/3 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/3 cup sugar

For the glaze:
1 cup confectioners' sugar
2 or more tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon (not enough for my taste, so added more)
This tops the cake when finished soaking and cooled.

How to put it together:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Butter a loaf pan then line the entire thing with foil. THIS REALLY WORKS!
Spray the foil with Pam or Baker's Joy.
In medium bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder and salt.
In another bowl, or your mixer bowl, whisk together the yogurt, sugar, eggs, lemon zest, vanilla and lemon extract.
Slowly whisk in the dry ingredients to the wet ones.
With a rubber spatula, fold in the vegetable oil until well incorporated.
Pour mixture into prepared pan and bake for 45-55 minutes until tester comes out clean--according to your own oven temps.
While the loaf bakes, prepare the soaking mixture and the glaze.
For the soaking liquid, place the sugar and lemon juice in something to heat it until the sugar dissolves--set aside.

When the loaf is baked completely, poke holes all over the top and pour over the soaking mixture. Let stand, still in the loaf pan, for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes pull the loaf out by the foil, let cool and apply the glaze letting it drip down the sides and all over the cake
.

Cooler corn:
This is off subject, but a friend (Saunie) in Cincinnati sent me this revolutionary way to 'cook' corn on the cob for a crowd. It is so simple and easy. Take a cooler, clean it out. Lay shucked corn on the cob inside and pour two tea kettles of boiling water over the corn. Close the lid and 30 minutes later the corn is ready to eat. Those uneaten ears stay nicely for a couple of hours. People use this method for street festivals and large cook-outs. I just have never heard of it nor had I seen this method used. But, I intend t try it.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Cheese Faux Pas--Yiiikes



The French have subtle ways of doing things. If you don't know their ways, and usually I don't, it's a quick fall on the American ladder; down yet another notch. Of all things...there is a way to cut cheese from a cheese board. Now Ina Garten told me to use Hydrangea leaves to cover the board, which I did, but she failed to mention one NEVER serves cubed cheese nor does one cut the tip off a wedge of cheese in order to eat it. It is considered selfish! Yes! You-you cheese eating misfits, slice it from the side--each side to retain the wedge shape. If you google ways to serve and eat cheese you will be amazed at all the cheese eating mistakes you (and I) have been making. I hang my head in regret thinking of all the cheese platters passed to me at French dinner parties and I bet you a dime I selfishly sliced from the tip to get the best bite.

Here are some tips so you do not make the same mistakes that haunt me still. In fact, just last Saturday I cut up squares of cheese to make it easier for my guests to sample. There were whole wedges too, but alas that pales when placed beside nibbles. AND, the knives, one certainly for each cheese and don't forget to put your blues on a different plate so they don't taint the other cheese nuances. I may just give up serving cheese all together. (I guess taking a bite out of a round from the frig might be considered gauche as well...but then you have never done that, of course.)

An hour before serving take the cheese from the refrigerator--cold cheese has no taste and evidently neither do I.
Q: Help! All these cheese are different! How do I cut them?
A: Cutting the cheese seems like such a simple procedure; but cheese is full of textures and nuances, and is anything but simple, but not impossible.
Round or square cheese: Cut like a cake. In half and triangle-shaped wedges.


Pyramid or cone shaped cheese: Cut horizontally and in slice.


A drum shaped cheese: Always cut into discs and then cake-like wedges.


A bûche or log-shaped cheese: Best served in slices.


A cheese wheel: typically cut by a cheese-monger.
Notes on Cheese-Cutting:


A good cheese knife has a slightly bent blade with two sharp points at the end and a wooden handle, and should be kept clean and sharp. (REALLY????) Use a knife with a strong blade, preferably long. You want to cut the fromage simply and efficiently, without crushing it.


If you’re cooking with a hard cheese that calls for grating, use a strong grater. (NO KIDDING???)


If serving cheeses with very different textures or flavors wash or clean the knife before cutting the next. You don’t want delicate flavors to mix. You can use a piece of bread (and you’re welcome to eat it too. (How gracious, thank you.)

Once I get my cheeses in order and displayed correctly, the next time you visit, I may have to give you time out if you don't follow the cheese etiquette. To all the friends and family I have failed in the past, I intend to make it up to you.


Cheese Etiquette (From The Road Is Life)

When the guests for the evening meal at the B&B were American, British, and some times Dutch—the cheese plate required a chaperone. I would intently hover around the beautifully prepared cheese plate (my favorite job was making the cheese plate) and make sure the cheese wasn’t being held hostage.

It wasn’t their fault that once granted access to the fromage-land-of-plenty, they could not be trusted alone with the plate, for they would devour the entire thing. Cheese as a course, is not apart of the culture. How are we supposed to know unless we’ve spent extensive amounts of time in France?


I did it, before I knew better. I was on a trip to Italy and we ordered the cheese course, not knowing etiquette— having the typical American thinking that you must get all of what you “paid for.” I am embarrassed to admit, that in Italy that one time, we ate the entire cheese plate.


In France, in Italy, quality is everywhere. A French person grows up with Champagne, fine wines, nice cheeses, epicurean delights at every single meal. They are accustomed to it.


Americans, on the other had, eat quality things “on special occasions.” They don’t eat cheese or drink wine every day. Their daily intake of nutrients is rather boring (chicken breasts and microwaved broccoli) and so when they have something special—they want it all and they want to make sure they “get their money’s worth.” Binging on extravagance, they eat all the cheese, they get too drunk off Champagne, and they become gluttons. Hence, my duties as Cheese Chaperon.


The French, conversely, expect quality. They know it is always there, it will be there tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, so the French can cut themselves small pieces of a few cheeses and have a few glasses of wine and be content.


I write this particular post to enlighten my American friends as to proper cheese etiquette, so they don’t suffer from the same embarrassment I suffer from my first Italy trip.


Typically, the cheese course is after the main course and before dessert. There is always a lot of food, so don’t outdo yourself and remember there will always be more, you don’t have to eat it all in one sitting. A variety of cheese will be on a plate or a board along with knives and passed around. Try not to mix the knives and use a separate knife for the soft, gooey cheeses than the hard ones.


When the plate comes to you, don’t get over zealous. Choose three to four cheeses to cut from and cut it presentably, so you don’t leave it in a mess for the next person. And remember, just because you are paying for a meal, doesn’t mean you should eat it all. Cheese is served as close to its original form as possible, to preserve the integrity of the cheese, not so you can eat it all. If the restaurant were to cut smaller pieces from the block or wedge, the cheese could taste differently; it could dry out in its “pre-cut” state.


Now, some of you may be wondering whether or not you should eat the rind. Many dispute this. Sometimes, there are chemicals on the rind, which probably aren’t too good for you but, I almost always eat the rind. The flavor of the cheese is different from the cent to the part near the rind. My advice to you is to explore and find what you are happy eating.


Another thing I see is that Americans tend to butcher the cheese when cutting it. S First of all, a fundamental rule: every portion of cheese should contain some of the rind. This will avoid the other tasters from being left out, and also because the taste of the cheese is never always uniform: it gets stronger the closer it is to the rind due to the mulding process on the surface. Discovering the subtleties is part of the pleasure in tasting. This is why you should take great care in always sharing out the rind with the cheese portions:

Now, sit back, eat slowly and taste the intense flavors and play with the melding of flavors as you sip your wine, it is not a bag of chips, give it the time and attention it deserves and you will see that there is no need to eat a lot.


The picture is of my Otterbein College friends who meet once a year. I never seem to make it, but they do look pretty good.


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