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Challah

 
You’re probably tired of me talking about the boule recipe I’ve been making, which is now a staple in our house. I can’t tell you how many loaves I’ve made since. And look, I’ve even ventured outside my favorite scallop pattern.

 

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As flavorful as that bread is, it was only a matter of time before my sweet tooth started asking for something different. Everyone in my mom’s side of the family has a sweet tooth. I have a cousin who used to keep a bag of chocolates near her pillow, in case she had a craving in the middle of the night. (She’s much better now. She keeps them on the bench by the foot of her bed.) And my uncle has been known to stash candy bars in various places around his house—his desk drawer, inside his briefcase, in the library, in the bedroom … he’d keep it in his car, if it wouldn’t melt in the heat.

 
Now that I think about it, maybe we just have a food tooth, since we’re pretty much the same way with anything that tastes good. I guess it’s just much harder to stash, say, steak or paella inside a drawer or nightstand.

 
Of course, I’ve been known to sleep next to a giant bar of Toblerone, so I’m not judging.

 
Now that we’ve established the fact that I come from a long line of omnivores with a mild obsession with food, let’s get back to my bread. A few days ago, I decided to try the challah recipe from Artisan Bread In Five Minutes A Day. Let me back up a bit. I initially planned to do the brioche recipe, but saw that one batch (keep in mind that a batch of dough makes multiple loaves) required three sticks of butter. Now, of course I’m not one to balk at the thought of using three sticks of butter, since I did, after all, share my “The Bar” recipe with all of you. But I just wasn’t quite ready to go from the boule to something as rich as that, so I settled instead on the challah recipe, thinking I could also use it as sandwich bread.

 
The challah recipe is an enriched dough recipe, so it has honey, butter, and eggs. The method is pretty much the same, and although I was a bit concerned about the dough being wetter than the boule dough, the book’s authors assured me (via Twitter) that the dough will feel better after a bit of refrigeration. Wet or not, this dough smelled amazing. I was sorely tempted to taste it unbaked.

 

 
When the dough was ready, I followed the instructions to create a braided loaf. After about an hour and a half of resting, I brushed it with an egg wash and sprinkled it with sesame seeds. Then into the oven it went.

 

challah braid

 
My kitchen was filled with the aroma of this sweet, rich bread. What I loved about it was that I didn’t have to wait too long to sample it, unlike the boule which should really rest until it comes to room temperature. I took a few photos as soon as it came out of the oven, then broke off a piece to taste.

 
challa inside

 
This bread was light, moist, slightly sweet, and incredibly delicious on its own, without any butter or jam. It was soft, almost with the texture of light potato bread, and I love that it has honey instead of regular sugar. It’s much easier to bake, too. Lower temperature, on a cookie sheet, and no steam needed.

 
The loaf practically disappeared in half an hour, which gave me an excuse to make more.

 

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Yep, they worked as rolls, too. I made these with the intention of bringing them over to a dinner party.

 
I stacked them nice and pretty, and was already imagining how big of a hit they’d be.

 

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I’m still imagining it, because these rolls? They … uhm … never quite made it out of the house.

 
And if we’re friends, you wouldn’t go checking my drawers and nightstands.

 
 
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Challah
(with permission from the authors of Artisan Bread In Five Minutes A Day)
 
1 3/4 cups lukewarm water
1 1/2 tablespoons granulated yeast
1 1/2 tablespoons salt
4 large eggs, beaten
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted (or a neutral-tasting oil, such as canola), plus more for greasing the cookie sheet
7 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
egg wash (1 beaten egg with 1 tablespoon water)
poppy or sesame seeds to sprinkle on top

 
Makes four 1-pound loaves.

 
To make the dough, mix the yeast, salt, eggs, honey, melted butter or oil, and water in a bowl or container (at least 5-qt in size) that you can cover later. Then, using a wooden spoon, mix in the flour. Again, no need to knead this. (You can also mix this in a 14-cup food processor or a mixer with a dough hook attachment.) Mix until there are no more dry streaks of flour left.

 
Cover (but not airtight) and let rest at room temperature for about 2 hours. The dough will rise and then fall down a bit. When it does, it’s done and you can either use it immediately or store it in the refrigerator. The dough is quite sticky and easier to handle cold. (Since this is an enriched dough, plan to use it within 5 days. Beyond that, freeze it in 1-pound portions and it will last for up to 4 weeks in the freezer if stored in an airtight container. If you do freeze the dough, make sure you defrost it in the refrigerator overnight before using it.)

 
When ready to bake, take a cookie sheet and either grease it, line it with parchment paper, or lay a silicone mat in it. Dust some flour on the surface of the dough and take a 1-pound chunk of dough (about the size of a grapefruit). Dust it with a bit more flour and quickly shape it the way you would a boule, gently pulling the sides of the dough toward the bottom while rotating the dough. It should take you less than a minute to get a round shape with a smooth surface.

 
To make a braided loaf, divide the dough into three portions and roll each portion into a long rope. If the dough resists shaping, let it rest for 5 minutes and try again. When you have the ropes shaped, braid them starting from the center and working toward one end, then turn it over and work again toward the other end. This gives you a more evenly-shaped braid. (To make the rolls, simply take small 1-inch balls of dough, roll them gently, and place three balls in each well of a well-greased cupcake or muffin pan.)

 
Let the loaf or rolls rest and rise on the cookie sheet for at least 40 minutes if fresh, and at least 1 hour and 20 minutes if it was refrigerated. Twenty minutes before baking, preheat the oven to 350 degrees. If baking it in a cookie sheet and not a stone (which is what I did), the oven only needs to preheat for about 5 minutes. Brush the dough with the egg wash, then sprinkle it with the poppy or sesame seeds.

 
Bake the loaf near the center of the oven for about 25 minutes, adjusting the time if you are baking different-sized loaves. (For the rolls, I baked them for about 20 minutes.) When done, the challah will be golden brown, and the braids near the center of the loaf will give resistance when pressed. Challah doesn’t have the hard crust of a boule because of the fat in the dough (and we didn’t use steam either). And okay, you’re supposed to let it cool first before eating, but I couldn’t wait.

 

challah broken off piece

 
Trust me, if this came out of your oven, you wouldn’t be able to wait either.

 
 

White

 
My internet friend Scott Thomas regularly posts photo assignments, and I always intend to comply but never seem to be able to make the deadlines. This time, I promised myself, I’m absolutely doing it.

 
Well wouldn’t you know it, I have about an hour and a half before the deadline, and I’m just writing this post now. Nice going, you over-achiever you.

 
The current assignment is “White.” I had no clue how to approach it, so I took the easy way out: food.

 

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This is my white breakfast. Quite healthy, too. Oats, milk, and for added white factor, white chocolate chips and shredded coconut. I added the crystallized ginger in there because, well, its pretty color offsets the bland color of the oats, and the bag of ginger was right next to my bag of chocolate chips.

 
And just to prove it wasn’t just a setup shot for the assignment:

 

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I ate it. Yes, all of it. And you know what? It was quite good. It may be my new way to eat oatmeal in the morning. (Please don’t ask me what happened to the ginger. I have no clue.)

 
Thanks, Scott! I didn’t expect this assignment to come with this added bonus.

 
Speaking of bonuses, this morning I woke up to a snow-covered backyard. So I thought I’d take one more white shot for extra credit.

 

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I do love fresh snow. Especially when I get to look at it from inside my warm home, having chocolate in my oatmeal.

 
 

Leftover Cookies

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Baking is a fairly new experience for me. I’ve always been intimidated by it. I’m more at ease with cooking, since being able to taste as I go means I can nudge and cajole and prod a dish towards the desired finished product. But baking? Even if the batter tastes good, there’s no guarantee that what comes out of the oven is what you envisioned as you carefully sifted and measured and creamed and folded. To be frank, the suspense and uncertainty scared me.

 
Then I tried Hyacinth’s Everything Cookies, and for once—for the first time in my life—I baked something that was more than just edible or pleasantly nondescript. It was chewy, crunchy, nutty, and before I knew it, I could actually start to imagine baking in my future. And as I baked my second (or was it third?) batch of her cookies and grew more nonchalant about measuring, I was happy to discover that baking actually does have a forgiving side.

 
And thus began my foray into the wonderful world of home-baked goods. First cookies, then cakes, and, most recently, artisanal bread. I’ve even ventured into flan territory without requiring adult supervision.

 
I’m writing this long introduction to this Leftover Cookie recipe to assure you that, as far as the add-ins are concerned, you really can’t go wrong. If I can do it, then anyone can. Seriously. The base recipe is adapted from America’s Test Kitchen’s Chewy Oatmeal and Raisin Cookie, which in itself is a wonderful cookie. But at some point last week, I decided to re-organize part of my kitchen and discovered all these half-empty (or half-full) bags of various baking chips and ingredients. Shredded coconut, dried cranberries, golden raisins, my last cup or so of oats … and since I had just started compiling a bunch of “leftover” recipes to help me use up items in my refrigerator and freezer instead of simply tossing them (waste not, want not), I figured, why not a leftover recipe for baked goods?

 
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These cookies were moist, chewy, with crisp edges. The original recipe called for larger cookies, but I had grand illusions of making small, almost bite-sized cookies to help appease that stubborn kill-joy, ol’ Portion Control. Of course, Portion Control is only happy when you stop after the first one. Care to guess how that turned out?

 
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Leftover Cookies
(Recipe adapted from America’s Test Kitchen)

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon grated nutmeg
2 sticks butter
1 cup light brown sugar
1 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon grated ginger (optional)
2 eggs
1 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups oats
1/2 cup shredded coconut
1/2 cup dried cranberries
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/4 cup raisins

 

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine flour, baking powder, salt, and nutmeg in a bowl. Stir with a whisk.
  2. In another bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, stirring after each addition. When you add the second egg, add in the grated ginger and vanilla along with it.
  3. Gently stir the dry ingredients into the creamed mixture. When just combined, fold in the remaining ingredients. (Aside from the oats, you can vary all the remaining ingredients according to what your leftovers are. Chocolate chips or any other baking chips would work, too.)
  4. On a silpat-lined cookie sheet, drop tablespoonfuls of dough, about 12 to a sheet. Bake for about 9-11 minutes, until edges are light brown. Leave cookies on the sheet for a few minutes to set, and then transfer to a cooling rack to cool completely.

 

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These were absolute delights. They were so good that I locked Portion Control away in the basement and made it stay there until it promised to make itself scarce any time there was some kind of baking going on in the kitchen. It’s stubborn, that Portion Control. It’s still down there, fuming in the laundry room, and I’m quickly running out of clean clothes to wear.

 
 

 
Alternate post title: “Why I couldn’t finish my salad this evening”

 
I’m home alone tonight because first, someone had the audacity to high-tail it to a Caribbean island and bask in the tropical sun without me. Second, the ensemble that our son is a part of is performing tonight with the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra. Everyone’s got big and important things to do. Including me. This afternoon, I had the equally-notable privilege of making sure the family car was properly inspected at the absolute last day possible without the risk of a ticket. That, and I had to buy cucumbers.

 
Muy importante. That’s my role around here.

 
After almost two hours at the inspection facility (procrastinators, all of them!), I returned home and vowed never again to wait until the last minute to get the car inspected. And to never ever leave this house again when it’s this cold. It was brutal, man.

 
After putting everything away and tidying up a bit, I fixed myself a nice salad for dinner and started sifting through the messages and tweets that came in while I was gone. One caught my eye, and this is the story of how I ended up spending my evening crying into my salad bowl.

 

  1. I see a tweet from Michael Zhang of @PetaPixel, leading to a blog post that asked, “Do People Recognize Great Photography?” Intrigued, I read the post.
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  3. The post leads me to a Washington Post article by Gene Weingarten that won him the 2008 Pulitzer Prize for feature writing. It was a social experiment involving “one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made.” The setting was the L’Enfant Plaza in Washington, D.C., during morning rush hour. The musician would simply stand against a wall, like any other street musician, and play. Weingarten further explains, “His performance was arranged by The Washington Post as an experiment in context, perception and priorities — as well as an unblinking assessment of public taste: In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?” (It’s an excellent read.)
     

  4. Now I want to hear more violin music, and realize that I haven’t listened to any of my favorite classical pieces in a while. I hook up my external drive that holds all my music, and while waiting, search online for clips of Joshua Bell’s recent performances and recordings.
     

  5. I find the clip below, hit ‘play,’ and just like that, everything stops. And, from head to toe, I am all at once tingling and shivering and frozen and melting and I am conscious of little else other than the sound of those strings.

 

 
I couldn’t stop listening to it. Over and over and over again. And again.

 
When I finally remembered that the drive with all my music was loaded, I decided I could use a little more torture. I played

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and … and … my cup and eyes and soul and pinky toe and ears and heart, they overfloweth.

 
I also discovered that this house needs more tissues.

 
And that is the story of how I went from innocently sitting at my desk with a bowl of Caesar salad and a small glass of milk, and half an hour later, morphed into a pool of emotional goo that fortunately still had the sense not to spill anything on her laptop.

 
The end.

 
 
P.S. Does music move you the same way? If so, what songs or pieces do it for you? Please share, so I can go listen to it during breakfast tomorrow. Because I think I may have discovered the perfect diet plan for me.

 
 
Update: Breakfast music
(I’ve always loved this piece—thanks for reminding me of Saint-Saëns, Kristi!)

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The trip: Part 2

 
Simon

 
Meet Simon. Simon is the father-in-law of Tom’s friend. He grows fields of sweet potatoes, and is also a dear, sweet man. So I guess that makes “Simon, The Sweet Potato Farmer” a title that can be interpreted two ways. Once again, here’s Tom.

 
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Simon, The Sweet Potato Farmer by Tom

 
What a gentleman, and what a gentle man. Looking at his face, you can see the wear of time. But with none of the hardness that we're used to seeing. You can see that Simon is a contented man. He and his wife have been married 45 years. She, always taking of the home and the children, and he, cultivating several different plots of land, growing sweet potatoes, water melons, cassava, plantains and pigeon peas.

 
Mrs Simon
 
sweet potatoes

 
They hardly ever eat food that has been processed in a factory. He cultivates, weeds, waters, fertilizes, harvests and sells his produce in the open market. Neighbors and family members always get a little something from the harvest. This is the way! When did we lose these neighborly qualities?

 
three sweet potatoes

 
What surprises me is that Simon is healthier than many in his age bracket. He has never worked in an office environment. As for me, after 32 years in an office with a high stress career, I often feel like I am much older than Simon, although he is 25 years my senior. There’s something to be said about physical work. After all, weren’t Adam and Even given the assignment to cultivate the land?

 
And speaking of cultivating land, wait until I show you photos of the produce available here. Bright-colored Scotch bonnets, trees laden with mangoes, watermelon with a deep red color and bursting with flavor …

 
watermelon

 
There is such an abundance here. It makes me laugh to think about our recent gardening project where we kept fighting a losing battle against insects, squirrels, groundhogs, birds, and the fickle weather.

 
So that’s it for now. I just wanted to tell you a little bit about Simon, and how nice it would be to just get back to the simple life. Spending time here, I feel removed from the hustle and bustle of life in New Jersey. It really is something to think about. Because, 25 years from now, I’d like to look this content.

 
Simon

 
 

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