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monday fun day…. the first

October 1st, 2012 | 26 Comments »

Happy Monday everyone!

I know…. Monday is not exactly a favorite anywhere. It’s really such an abused and ornery day, isn’t it? People save everything unpleasant and difficult for Monday…. have you noticed? “I’ll start my diet on Monday.” “I’ll start exercising on Monday.” “I’ll make that doctor’s appointment on Monday.” Then Monday comes, the coffeepot can’t brew fast enough, you’re too tired to exercise, too lethargic to think about eating right and the phone calls never get made.

But this particular Monday is going to be a good one. And all the rest of them in October will be just as fun. Why?

I’m giving away cookbooks. Lots of cookbooks. Some terrific titles, and a few that are a bit obscure, but perfect for someone.
Will it be YOU???

THE DETAILS:

~~Each week in October, starting on Monday, I will put up a post offering cookbooks to give away.
BUT YOU’LL HAVE TO ACT FAST! Each cookbook offer will be up for only FIVE DAYS. 

~~At the end of the day on Friday, each week, I’ll close out the current giveaway, choose the winner and notify them quick as a wink.
So in order to be eligible- YOU MUST leave comments on these posts that contain your contact information.
Don’t go through all the work of commenting without that!

~~If you are chosen as the cookbook winner, you will be asked to provide a mailing address so I can send you your book.
If you’re local, I’d be happy to meet up with you to hand you your winning cookbook in person!

Unfortunately, given the expense of mailing books, I have to limit these giveaways to US residents only.

So let’s get this party rolling, shall we?? For our first Monday fun day, I’m giving away TWO cookbooks, perfect for this time of year.

THE FRESH GIRL’S GUIDE TO EASY CANNING AND PRESERVING BY ANA MICKA

There is still some time to get your canning on! This simple and easy to follow guide will help you take the mystery and fear out of preserving the bounty of our harvest. It includes an easy-to-follow DVD and contains an enormous wealth of information from gardening basics, to choosing your produce to step-by-step instructions on the age-old art of preservation. This book is brand new and the DVD is in perfect condition.

THANKSGIVING 101 BY RICK RODGERS

Everything you need to make a memorable, scratch-made Thanksgiving feast, from tasty appetizers to stunning desserts. We all love Thanksgiving, but quite frankly, I’ve met a lot of people who struggle with creating every aspect of the meal as they’d like to offer, and this book takes the work out of searching for perfect recipes and places them all in your hands. If you LOVE Thanksgiving, and wish to make it a bit easier on yourself, then this book is perfect for you.

ENTER THE GIVEAWAY:

Leave one comment on this post, telling me which cookbook you’d like to have and why.
It’s THAT easy.
(and remember…. in order to WIN, you MUST have contact information embedded in your comment
or I won’t have any way to reach you.)

DO YOU WANT TO INCREASE YOUR CHANCES?

~~Come on over and hang out with me on Facebook!
Leave one more comment telling me that you did!

~~Follow along with me on Twitter! And share YOUR Twitter account.
Leave me another comment about this!

~~Want even MORE chances? I LOVE Instagram. You can find me there under @kate_selner.
Follow along with me, leave me a comment here that you did and share YOUR Instagram account so I can follow you.

That’s it. Pretty easy, isn’t it?

Ready!?? GO!!

 

instagram friday….. and vacation stats

September 28th, 2012 | 1 Comment »

I sure hope you didn’t miss me.

Because, quite frankly, I didn’t miss Minnesota much at all, nor did I even think much about it, or the people, the impending Fall and it’s glorious colors or really, much of anything. Except my furbabies.

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I was surrounded by something so stunning, so gorgeous and so unbelievable that I spent quite a bit of time with my mouth open, gazing up at mountains, down river canyons, swiveling my head at God’s rich beauty, under a wide open Montana sky. I breathed in wildfire smoke from the next state, smoke that shrouded soaring mountain ranges and I didn’t even care. I watched cattle roaming prairies that were wider than I could have imagined. I laughed at Bighorn Sheep scampering down sheer rock cliffs, and secretly longed for the nimble ability they had, while wild Buffalo stared through our car windows, shaking shaggy heads and looking like they were just quietly imploring us to leave them be. Mankind can be so rude to wildlife. Humans would never tolerate God’s creatures standing around them, gawking, cameras waving, voices shouting at them. We’re a rude bunch.

I watched more than 3,000 miles slip away under our tires, over some incredibly beautiful highways, byways, two-lane roads, deep mountain canyons and enormous sweeping Interstates, as well as some of the most desolate land I’ve ever seen go by my window. {{Note: If you ever think of taking Highway 212 through Montana to go East, don’t. It’s scarily empty}}. I stepped in to more truck stop and public bathrooms than I could ever have counted {to their credit- many were very well kept up and clean. High five, folks!!} We spotted 46 out of 50 United States of America license plates {we did not see Hawaii, Delaware, Rhode Island and Louisiana}, glimpsed 5 Canadian Provinces {missed PEI, New Brunswick, Newfoundland and Nova Scotia} and several European license plates. We gazed in awe at The Badlands, Devil’s Tower and Mount Rushmore National Monuments, trekked through an enormous and amazing underground cavern {Lewis & Clark Caverns State Park in Montana} and spent two days driving deliriously through the beauty that is Yellowstone National Park. We watched Old Faithful erupt and stood inside both the historic Old Faithful Inn and the classic Lake Yellowstone Hotel. Our car climbed to more than 8,000 feet at the Continental Divide. And I stood at the base of one of Yellowstone’s highest peaks at 10,930 feet and felt the awe of God’s creation. We hiked six miles over a beautiful mountain trail and ate lunch by a bracing and lovely, babbling mountain stream. We rafted down Class 3 rapids on the Gallatin River, through a stunning canyon that comes to me in my dreams. We ate wonderful meals courtesy of my so very gracious aunt and uncle, who’s beautiful home was such a perfect way to spend a vacation. We came home with a suitcase full of clean clothes and heads stuffed with memories to last a lifetime. Summer segued to Fall while we were away, and the leaves turned and dropped and our cats were very well taken care of by loving family. I brought home Montana micro brews. I brought home a peaceful heart and a head full of Big Sky Country. I missed nothing that happened around me. And that in itself was exhausting, but in the most incredible way, it filled me up to overflowing.

Just like I expected. And needed.

It was so, so good for my soul.

{{Are you on Instagram? Follow me to find all these photos, and more!! I’m kate_selner.}}

And STAY TUNED to this spot!
On Monday, something BIG is going to begin, and you will want to get in on the action!

instagram friday…. and a vacation

September 14th, 2012 | 1 Comment »

Vacation. Isn’t that a perfect word?

We’re taking one, too. A long one, and long overdue. Our last family vacation was to the Grand Canyon in 2008, which was stunning and lovely and rather short, but it accomplished what it needed to do. This one we’re embarking on as of Sunday is EPIC.

We’re packing up our car and driving West- through South Dakota and Wyoming and ending up in Montana, where I have an Uncle and Aunt, where there is gorgeous, wide open sky and plenty to see and do and hike and explore. All three of us are going, all three of us can drive and manage the miles and enjoy the scenery and time together. There will be the flat, slow plains of South Dakota, a trek through the Badlands, then the twists and turns along the Needles Highway, Mount Rushmore and the Black Hills area. In Wyoming we’ll see Devil’s Tower, and in Montana, Yellowstone.  And more.

And what am I looking forward to the most? If I’m honest…. the sky. And the scenery. But the wide open spaces above me are what I crave the most, and what I am most eager to see.  In 2008, on that Grand Canyon jaunt, the sky over Nevada, Arizona and Colorado mesmerized me. It was utterly captivating, and I felt small and insignificant, yet at the same time, enormous and powerful that with a plane ride, a car and a fistful of desire, one could travel endless ribbons of highway, crossing miles of land and dirt to see the wonders of God’s creation. And while I realize that the sky over Minnesota is the same as that over any other state in the nation, the ones I’ve seen and the ones unexplored, still, it’s a sky that I’ve not seen from Montana. Or Wyoming. Nor, since 1986, from South Dakota. The miles will grind away under our tires and my heart will leap out the window and soar alongside as we drive, because that’s just what wide open sky and land does to me. And mountains, and natural wonders and prairie and desert and endless, endless sky.

But I’m really going to miss these guys.

See you in two weeks.

september, and broccoli salad

September 5th, 2012 | 3 Comments »

Well hi there! Did you notice, by chance, what occurred since the last time you came around?

September.

A turn of the calendar page, a brand new backpack and pencils for some and Fall has unofficially arrived. There’s no back to school for us this year, strange as it feels, but the timing of our days can still be measured by the big yellow buses that roar past our house both morning and afternoon. I listen in as my friends drive their littlest and last baby to pre-school, bemoan their First graders, send a child off to the first day of high school and forlornly bid goodbye to the reckless and free hours of summertime. But when your only child is out of school, the days spill in to one another like raindrops in puddles, and it happens without notice or care. Today is just another day, and tomorrow will be the same. The luxury of a child out of school is that I can spend extra days at the lake after Labor Day, watching the fun of the last weekend of summertime give way to an eerie quiet as the lake empties, cabins close and cars haul off the boats. Night falls without the scent of woodsmoke, as no campfires dot the shore. And I’m breathless at the sight of the early morning thick fog that covers the water.

Fall is my most favorite of seasons, of transition and change and settling down for the cold weather ahead, but it often leaves me melancholy and introspective, and wishing for new challenges. In comes September, with a sun that drops lower in the sky and morning chill that begs a sweatshirt, leaves that drop and spin across the lawn, and I find life redeemed by blue jeans, big pots of bubbling soup, freedom from pedicures, tucking the skirts away and shaking out sweaters, long forgotten.

And I’m also redeemed by eating broccoli stems.

If you’ve always just chucked your broccoli stems in the compost pile without a second thought, I’m here to say ‘Stop!’ and instead, take a vegetable peeler to those stems and carefully remove that tough, fibrous outer layer because underneath is a heaven-sent tender stalk that’s perfect for a rustic and simple raw salad. Think broccoli slaw without the dried out, flavorless taste found in a bag. Add in some thin sliced peppers, or a touch of shaved fennel – apple! yes, apple!!- or really, any crunchy addition of your liking. Toss in sliced almonds. Chopped hazelnuts. Toasted crushed peanuts. This is not cut and dried at all. Shave some fresh parmesan, drizzle some good olive oil over it and zest a lemon in it’s general direction with a squeeze of golden, sunny juice. You be the judge. The creator. The instigator. Save your broccoli stems for redemption. You’ll be so glad you made this; the crunch in your mouth will mimic that underfoot as the leaves begin the inevitable trickle downwards.

Lately, I seem to be drawn in more and more to the simple means of cooking in my kitchen, born of a love that knows no limits to some well-received culinary advice via many, many different channels and respected voices. I’ve examined, with more depth and discernment, the manner to approaching my days, and my meals and found that the less I do, with more of what I utilize, the better I feel about what I am eating. And in return, I physically feel far better. In searching my refrigerator and cupboard for inspiration, I’m asking myself ‘What do I really want to eat? What does my body crave?’ and most importantly, ‘How will I feel after I eat {{fill in the blank}}?’ In paying attention to the physical need, I find I am satisfied with far less and hunger for simplicity.

And if I’m spending a few dollars on gorgeous, organic broccoli at the Farmers Market, still clinging to dirt and bearing long bright green stems, but only snapping off it’s flowery heads to consume, then I’m selling myself short of the work, effort and end brought by that farmer. Their effort deserves a bit more respect than that. You can chop and add the stems to a pilaf or stir fry too.

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT FALL???

instagram friday

August 31st, 2012 | 1 Comment »

This past week was a bit sluggish, what with a few days of feeling a noticeable lack of energy, complete with some swollen glands and a sense of general malaise. I took a day off work, I sat on the couch a lot, drinking iced tea and a lot of water and I read a lot of material that had accumulated around me, unopened and ignored.

But still, life happened around me. I did get to the Minnesota State Fair on a gorgeous day to spend time with good friends, enjoying good craft beer, some delicious food and a riotously funny 1980’s cover band that had me falling down laughing while I danced and sang myself into a state of exhaustion.

My friend Matt, who writes the lovely blog Thyme in our Kitchen entered a gorgeous cake in the Fair and won Third Prize. A visit to see this in person was warranted. Aren’t those chocolate ribbons beautiful?!

 My friend Stacey and I had the extreme pleasure of seeing Marjorie Johnson right outside this display case that held Matt’s cake. Marjorie holds the honor of winning the most blue ribbons for baking in the State Fair’s history, and we struck up a conversation with her, telling her about Matt’s cake. It was in her well-honed opinion that he should have won a Blue Ribbon because, in her words:

“Well, just LOOK at that cake! How lovely is that? Compared to those plain ones next to it, he should have won first prize.” 

So there you have it. Stacey and I were tickled to have talked with such an icon.

The Seed Art at the Fair always astonishes me.

Yet, we were left a little perplexed about this outfit though.

Those seed pods are the heads of Purple Coneflower plants. It raised more than our eyebrows among spectators.

Moving along…….

There was a particularly bountiful trip to the Farmers Market, where I scored Sweet Potato Fingerlings. This visit cost me $23.


Ever eaten toasted flatbread spread with Brie and topped with chopped red grapes??  I highly recommend it.

I learned that I should never go outside to enjoy a summer night on the patio at snack time.

Unusual Sleeping Position #7,120

The deliciousness…….

Amanda’s Zesty Black Bean and Sweet Corn Slaw (oh yes….. yes indeed!!)

Tofu for Tofu Haters.  AKA: Get. On. Board.

Grain salads make my heart go all a-flutter

Need anymore Kale inspiration???

Have I mentioned this Maple Scented Cornbread?? I need some good maple syrup. Stat.

My kind of breakfast. Or lunch. Or…. you know, dinner.

Isn’t this just GORGEOUS!!?? {{not to mention delicious looking…..}}

I simply MUST make this before fresh corn season is over. Just…. WOW

With that, have a wonderful weekend. See you in September.

inspiration for the bounty

August 29th, 2012 | 2 Comments »

In case you’ve been living underground, or in a state of firm denial, September begins on Saturday.

And to that I say “WHAAAAAAT??”

Summer just seems to whiz by us in a blur. There at the start it seems like it could be endless, days and days of nothing ahead of us and hours of daylight that stretch long in to the night. All of a sudden we turn the page to August, the air changes a bit and the light leaves earlier and the slide to Fall comes fast and quick. The ‘back to school’ photos are showing up everywhere this week, and next Tuesday, after Labor Day there will be tons more. For the first time in 13 years, I won’t have a child in school. It’s both bittersweet and wonderful. There’s a lot of change happening in our household as my boy finds his way in this world.

There is one constant with us now, as the tables turn from Summer to Fall and schedules become more prevalent, and that’s the staggering, loaded tables of the Farmers Market in it’s most bountiful season. Even though I know this to be true, it still boggles the mind when I gaze around me at the wonders that came from the soil, the simple act of placing seed in dirt, with faith, water and sunshine, and a plant that we can consume grows before our eyes. Water washes the dirt away and we take knife to vegetable flesh, some raw, some cooked and all delicious and perfect. I love when people share photos of their CSA bounty, the excitement clear in their words. What a blessing we have in the bounty of such a plentiful season.

But the question remains; how much eggplant and zucchini and tomato and corn and EVERYTHING can we consume, in all honesty? What’s next for the buckets of peppers? The endless greens? Oceans of onions? If you time your visit to the Farmers Market just right, the vendors tend to give away and handful of extras when you buy something, just to move it along. I’ve often staggered home under the weight of such visits, dumping out my bags on to the kitchen island to survey and ogle and dream and scheme. And I’m happy to share my findings.

Ratatouille Gratin

 The bread base alone in this dish is incredible, but the meltingly good, thinly sliced veggies on top of it become so soft and tender from the oven that your fork slips through it without a second thought. Get out the good olive oil, round up your fresh herbs; this dish should be in your meal plan now.

Roasted Ratatouille with Crispy Chives

There is surely no shortage of recipes for Ratatouille, and countless ways to pull together this classic and rustic dish. This roasting method was a favorite way to use up zucchini and eggplant last year, bringing out the sweet flavors and the topping of crisp chives added such a perfect extra touch.

Toasted Farro with Greens and Tahini

 Simple and quick, although not the prettiest, any hearty green can be used, along with any grain. The versatility of this dish is one of it’s best appeals. Plus side? It’s good, fast and hearty without being heavy.

Herbed Sweet Corn & Tomato Salad

As fresh as you can get, and beautiful to behold, this salad spotlights all the gorgeous tomato varieties available, resplendent with fresh herbs and crunchy sweet corn. It’s perfect for any remaining hot Summer days.

Herb Flatbread with Pesto & Caramelized Onions 


A bit futzy, as you make both a pesto and this delicate herbed flatbread, PLUS caramelizing a pan of onions, but put them all together and it packs amazing flavor. Use a good cheese and say Hello to an elegantly done meal or appetizer.

Tomato & Mushroom Pizza

 This was, hands down, one of the best pizzas I’ve ever made at home. I could not get enough of it and ate far more than would be considered reasonable, but that’s how good it was. And once again, it requires a few steps ahead of putting together the final result, but every moment spent creating this pizza is well worth it.

There are SO many more recipes and simple dishes to put together that I could share with you but I think I will save those for another post in order to not overwhelm you. This bountiful season will continue, and of one thing I’m certain, we’ll all need lots more inspiration before the end is in sight.

instagram friday

August 24th, 2012 | 1 Comment »

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted an Instagram Friday. How’s everyone been? Enjoying your summer? August has been spectacular for us- just glorious weather and perfect Summer days. What a nice treat from the heat and humidity of July.

The best part about the past few weeks is that an amazing transformation took place in our yard.

It started out looking like this……

And while I loved the flagstones, there was gravel in between them that I did not like. And the weeds? Ugh. So we had a plan…..

And within just a few days, it came in to being.

The path extends around the garage to the front of the house, connecting to the driveway, and providing a place for our trash cans on the side of the garage. The best part is that it’s completely sealed, so NO weeds. I’m so enamored with it. There’s LOTS more landscaping that’s going to get done, as we tore out everything in our yard but four mature trees, so once it’s all planted, I’ll share the before and after photos of everything. It’s going to look very, very nice when it’s all done.

So… what else??

There was the Relay Triathlon that our family participated in on the 19th. Extended family- aunts, uncles, cousins- made up seven relay teams for this triathlon- a 1/4 mile swim, 17.2 mile bike ride and a 5K run- I did the biking leg, as did Mike, and Griffin was a swimmer. It was a hugely successful and ridiculously fun day for everyone involved.

There was food….. obviously.

(that’s Baked Pizza Gnocchi with Greens)

We attended a gorgeous outdoor wedding and I just loved Mellissa’s bridal bouquet. It was so creative!

We celebrated our 10th anniversary.

And naturally…….

Everything delicious and important to report……

 Coffee in a pan???

Some good writing rules even I can get behind

Corn Salad with Grilled Tofu- perfect for the last of the season

Salad spread for sandwiches without the mayo

Spinach and Corn Enchiladas- no red sauce needed

All you’ll ever need for Fall Harvest—–> 40 Autumn Vegetable Recipes

Don’t ever let me hear you say “That’s impossible!!”

HAVE A TERRIFIC WEEKEND EVERYONE!!

ten years

August 16th, 2012 | 2 Comments »

“Chains do not hold a marriage together.  It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads
which sew people together through the years.”  

~Simone Signoret

 

 

“You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.”
~Sam Keen

 

I married at 38, and by that time in my life, I never expected to either be married, stay married or be happily married.

But God had other plans for me, as well it should be.

“Lovers do not finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along.”
~Rumi 

I won’t say that the past 10 years have been easy; in fact, it’s probably been the hardest 10 years of my life. Marriage forges you, like new steel, and that’s pretty painful at times. It hones and sharpens you, stripping away everything that you once were and shaping you into part of the ‘We’. It rids you of ego and self, forcing you into compliance for the sake of your relationship; fight against that and no one wins. Nothing has made me fight harder for what I need than these last 10 years, and nothing has turned me into a fighter more, someone willing to do what ever is necessary to uphold this sanctity I’ve been given. These years have stripped away parts of an old me in huge chunks, re-knitting a fabric of a million shared threads, with him, that I would step in front of a train to defend.

And if I thought I loved him when we married, it pales in comparison to how much I love him now. It goes deeper, wider and stronger than I could have ever imagined. This man has been, hands down, the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And next to my mother, he’s been the only one that’s loved me unconditionally, supporting me regardless of my choices or direction, who has given me the freedom to be me, and be the best me that I am capable of. He encourages me to pursue my dreams, to take time alone, to leave the house and see my friends, to take care of who I am and what I need because he knows that when I do, I have far more to offer him. And we both benefit from that.

“I love you, for putting your hand into my heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you cannot help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light
all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite so far enough to find.” 

~Roy Croft

I’m certain of one thing today, and that is that on a cool Summer day, August 17th, 2002, I made the right decision in spite of the unknown, that in sticking to the vow I took, in facing the hard parts head on, and in rejoicing in even the most minor of victories together that we’ve cemented our union with an impenetrable bond. After 10 years, we still laugh at each others jokes, we love spending time together and we still kiss like newlyweds.

And I also know that what I hoped for on that day, that this love would be redemptive, consoling, life-giving and glorious, and in those gifts I’ve learned that there are a few things that we can dream about and expect; and without a doubt, that they’ll come true.

“be fearless…. and above all, have fun!”

August 15th, 2012 | 2 Comments »

Happy birthday Julia Child!!

The culinary icon and towering personality would have been 100 years old today. And if she was alive, she no doubt would stick to her mantra in the kitchen, regardless of whom she was talking to:

And the thing is, this being fearless aspect of cooking, this devil-may-care mindset and learning from every mistake I make is how I approach each day in my kitchen. I’m not perfect by any means; I make a ton of mistakes still, even with the advanced skills I have. I still am full of anxiety when I try something new, but I keep trying, I keep figuring it out as I go and I keep entering that kitchen, day after day with fresh eyes and an eagerness that propels me forward. I’ll never tire of trying.

Never in the history of our culture has there been a time that is so saturated with every aspect of food. Our culture is obsessed with it’s food, some in a good, good way and others, not so much. There is more awareness now about food, from the way it’s grown and raised to the means of acquisition to the method it’s prepared; it’s on the minds and tongues of everyone and never before has there been such a desire for making and sharing good food.

Julia Child was one of the pioneer who started Americans out on this food adventure. The warbling, funny and iconic host of PBS’ The French Chef gave us permission to explore and expand our palates, to try out new foods and recipes. Her seminal work, Mastering the Art of French Cooking was first published in 1961 to critical acclaim, and is still in print today. She was a prolific cookbook author, as well as host of several other television shows. Her entire kitchen is on display at the Smithsonian National Museum of American History. Julia paved the way for so many other chefs through her inspiration, her urging people to just get in the kitchen and start somewhere, anywhere. Nobody could have imagined in the 1970’s, an era of bland, boring and uninspired eating that if we could consider ourselves fast-forward three decades that we’d be deeply embedded in a cultural revolution that embraces fresh, seasonal and sustainably sourced food. Julia herself likely could never have anticipated that, but here we are, and there she was, unknowingly a forerunner in a movement that’s spanned decades and shows no sign of slowing down.

So let’s pour an Angosoda, Julia’s favorite drink.

A shot of Perrier sparkling water and a few dashes of Angostura Bitters make up Julia’s favorite pick-me-up; Angosoda. The spritely bubbles give a sense of celebration. And the Bitters are well known for helping soothe a full belly.

And how about cake?? There can’t be a celebration without cake, can there?

This Honey Spice Cake, or Pain d’Épices is a lovely cross between cake and bread. Rich and moist from the honey, lush with spice and flavor, it’s perfect for a celebration with decadent whipped cream or rich gelato, wonderful with a cup of coffee in the morning or tea in the afternoon. And it ages beautifully, wrapped in plastic and forgotten in the freezer for a month, or even left on the countertop for a few days if you can muster up the courage to leave it alone. I can’t. We can’t. Quick breads such as this are my most favorite item to bake. This dense cake was fragrant and dark, bidding me ‘Good morning!!’ when I rose the day after baking it. A thick slice, a steaming rich cup of coffee and a rainy morning were a fine trifecta of celebration for a most beloved woman.

Thanks Julia, for paving our path on this delicious road, for urging us to be fearless, for teaching us to laugh off our mistakes, for continually inspiring us to try something new. For everything you’ve done, and continue to do with your lilting spirit, we raise a glass on your birthday in thanks and celebration.

BON APPETIT!!!

Honey Spice Cake (Pain d’Épices)

  • 1¼ cups honey
  • 1 cup light brown sugar
  • ¾ cup boiling water
  • 1 Tbsp baking soda
  • ½ tsp fine sea salt
  • 3½ cups whole wheat pastry flour (or unbleached all-purpose flour)
  • ¾ cup almonds, ground fine
  • 1 tsp almond extract
  • ¼ cup dark rum
  • ½ tsp each: ground cinnamon, cloves, ginger and nutmeg
  • ¼ tsp ground white pepper
  • 2 tsp grated fresh orange or lemon peel
  • ½ cup each: dried apricots, chopped and golden raisins

Method:

  1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
  2. Generously butter bottom and sides of the springform or loaf pan. Set aside.
  3. In the bowl of a heavy-duty mixer with the paddle attachment, beat together the honey, sugar and water until the sugar is dissolved. Then beat in the baking soda and salt. Add half the flour and beat about a minute.
  4. Gradually add the remaining flour and continue to beat 2 minutes more on medium speed. The batter should be stiff and sticky.
  5. Reduce the speed on the mixer to slow and add the remaining ingredients. Mix until everything is well incorporated. Scrape the batter into the pan; smooth the top with a damp or spatula.
  6. Bake on the middle rack of the oven for 1 hour. The cake is done when it begins to pull away from the side of the pan and a toothpick inserted in center emerges clean.
  7. Cool the cake on a wire rack for 15 minutes. If using a springform, release the pan sides; otherwise unmold the cake and place on a rack, top-side up. Cool for about 2 hours or until completely cool, then wrap well in plastic.

Julia recommends waiting at least a day or more before serving. For the best flavor and texture, age the cake for 2 weeks in the refrigerator or 1 month in the freezer.

 

 

DISCLAIMER:
I was provided the Perrier and Angostura Bitters for free in exchange for exposure on the blog.
All opinions and words are my own. 

refrigerator pickles for a memory

August 10th, 2012 | 2 Comments »

Something glorious happened in Minnesota in the last week; that stifling, oppressive heat and humidity finally was swept away and in it’s place is cool, breezy sunshine, temperate nights and audible sighs of relief. A pair of jeans even made an appearance lately.

Now I do realize that August can still be hot and sticky, but I am really crossing my fingers that the worst of it is over. I enjoy my outdoor time, my biking and fresh air and I would really love to get back in to this without taking a bath in my own sweat.

And it is that time of year too, for pickling, for canning, for preserving. I haven’t leapt headfirst in to the preserving craze that a  lot of home cooks are on these days, but this year, faced with an abundance of cucumbers from our garden at the lake, I did tackle making refrigerator pickles and I’m so glad that I did. These pickles pack a punch of memory that I love with each crunchy, sweet-sour bite.

When I was very little and before my parents split, we spent a few summers enjoying a vacation at a resort near Detroit Lakes. It was a perfectly idyllic week for both parents and children, as this resort had all sorts of activities planned out, guaranteed to keep kids happy and occupied, while parents had their own time to sit and relax. Every morning, the staff would gather the kids right after breakfast, and some days, keep us busy until we arrived, breathless, grimy and sunburned back at the dining hall for dinner. Three squares a day were served, and at dinnertime, a relish plate was on every table that held carrot and celery sticks and tiny, sweet-sour pickles that I loved. The vegetables, inevitably, would absorb some of the pickle brine, so everything sort of tasted the same, but I loved nibbling off that plate and had no idea how much I missed that flavor until last Fall when my sister-in-law brought a jar of refrigerator pickles to a family gathering and I lifted one to my mouth for that first, long forgotten crunch.

It was like rapidly falling backwards in time to being 5 years old, reaching across the huge rectangle table in that massive dining hall, with floor to ceiling windows open to the summer breeze and surrounded by the last memories of my family completely intact. That sweet, salt, celery and mustard seed flavor had eluded me for a lifetime and I didn’t even know it until I tasted those pickles. I was flooded with memories, scents and nostalgia. I could smell the lake, our cabin, the cotton sheets we slept on, suntan lotion, the hot dry grass underfoot. I could see that resort in it’s entirety. I could recall the fun and laughter and the sheer exhaustion of falling asleep after a long, busy and exciting day. It was the last memories of perfection in life, before fracture, before pain and shouting and the upheaval of divorce. It was the end of one life and the beginning of another. But now, where life is happy and easy, where the love abounds, the flavor comes full circle. And I’ve made six quarts of these lovely little pickles, and we’re all enjoying them greatly.

There’s very little work involved in making these pickles, outside of stuffing the jars with cucumber slices. Our garden cucumbers from the lake were quite round and large by the time I got hold of them; with smaller cukes, the stuffing becomes much easier. Add in slices of onion and peppers, crushed cloves of garlic, slices of jalapeño for kick. I made my quarts with garlic and love the flavor. One 12-hour period in the refrigerator and you’re done.

 

Refrigerator Pickles

For the Brine:
1 c. white vinegar
1-1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 T. kosher salt
1 t. celery seed
1 t. mustard seed

In a non-reactive pot, bring ingredients for brine to a boil, stirring well to help dissolve the sugar and salt. Place sliced cucumbers and any extra flavor additions in quart jar. Pour brine over, screw down the top and shake gently to distribute. Allow to cool slightly, then place in refrigerator for a minimum of 12 hours. Make sure you’re putting the jars in the refrigerator while they are still fairly warm. You should be able to hold them, but still feel the heat.

Give the jars a good shake the next day to redistribute the brine and slices. This recipe should make enough brine for 1-2 quarts.

 

RECIPE NOTES: I doubled this recipe for my first batch, which made three quarts, easily. The next batch, in which I had 12 huge cucumbers to use, I packed 4 quart jars, made a 5X batch and ended up with quite a bit of brine left.

Be sure you are really packing the jars well. These will shrink considerably while pickling.

For both batches I made, I used a small amount of brown sugar in place of the white. It gives the pickles a bit more deep flavor. It’s not necessary at all, just an option.