You Rip What You Sew

March 17th, 2010
You Rip What

You Sew

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Today is my mother’s birthday. She is 79 years old and among the many things she has taught us four girls and 6 grandchildren, she has proved that age is all about attitude. My mother is a member of Jazzercise, which she attends 3 days a week, and participates in national Jazzercise activities when they are close by. However, the most valuable lesson that she has given us is that joy is an inner peace in Jesus Christ that transcends circumstance and emotion. She is the picture of joy and her laughter is infectious even in the most serious of situations.
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I have written before about the traditions that are handed down in my family and I have usually shared those traditions passed on from my father’s branches of the family tree. There are also stories and skills from my mother’s side and there is one skill, in particular, that my mother passed on to us – the skill of sewing.

My mother is a seamstress deluxe. She has made my father suit coats, shirts, robes, etc. and made most of the clothes that we girls wore until we were old enough to make our own. Sixty years ago, she made her wedding dress. She has made quilts for all family members and knits and crochets to boot. Anybody remember those loosely knitted or crocheted vests of the 60’s and 70’s that were worn over a long-sleeved shirt and with a short, short skirt? Well, I have one. I still have it. My mom made it and I wore it with pride! I remember one shirt and short set that she made for the three of us older girls. The shorts were red and the tops were red gingham with appliqued cherries on the left bodice. I think that I would have been in around the third grade! Do I dare admit that this would have been in the 60’s too? We looked like we should have been the characters in a children’s sleuth series!

Mom shared a few of her thoughts on plying the needle and I am posting them here for your enjoyment:

“Sewing is something I love to do for those I love. When your Dad and I were first married, I found some fabric printed with a design that looked like some of the little German villages we both loved when we were dating. I got enough of it to make him a shirt for his birthday.
It was the first man’s shirt I had ever made and I was so proud of it ….until he put it on. When he turned around, I realized that I had cut the back with the print going the wrong way and all the little houses in the village were standing on their heads. He was so pleased that I made something for him that he said, “It doesn’t matter.” He wore it happily until it wore out.

My grandmother Allen sewed dresses for me from the time I was a little girl. She made me my first long dress, a pink organdy one I wore when I was crowned “Queen of the 4th Grade.” My mother also sewed for me. One day I came home from high school and she was down on her hands and knees in the living room surrounded by beautiful wine-colored velvet. I said, “Oh, what a beautiful new rug!” I didn’t realize that she was cutting out a long dress for me to wear to a dance.

When I was about 9 years old, I decided to make some napkins for my mother. I pulled the threads on the edges to make a fringe and I hand appliqued a design of cherries on the corner of each. I wanted them to be a surprise, so I stayed in my bedroom to work on them. One day I was working on one and suddenly thought of a question I wanted to ask Mother, so I just walked into the kitchen with the napkin in my hand. That kind of ruined the “surprise”, but she loved the fact that I had thought of and made them all by myself.

Sewing has been handed down in our family from grandmother, mother to daughter to granddaughters and grandson I’ve enjoyed teaching not only my daughters and granddaughters and my grandson to sew, but also our Japanese friends. I helped Toshie make herself a cape and showed another Japanese friend how to alter her jeans so they fit her tiny waist. It’s great to be able to pass on a skill to the next generation.”

I still have the pillow that my son, at age 8 and the one grandson, made with my mother’s patient hand guiding him on the sewing machine. It made such an impression on him that he hand stitched another one and painted ‘MOM’ on the corner. I still have that one too. Oh, and he is now 26 years old! I’m sure that he loves my sharing this with you! The wine-colored velvet dress that my mother wore to the dance is still around as well. One of the granddaughters is now making the costumes for college video projects. And the tradition goes on.

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A Granddaugther Plays Dress-up In The Wine-Colored Gown
My first project involved a shift – remember shifts – you know, those dresses with all of five seams (one on each side, one down the back and one at each shoulder strap and two darts?) They could be worn with or without a blouse underneath and they were about as flattering as a flour sack that had a hole cut in the top for the head to go through. And just to add a final touch of ugly, one accessorized with a silver chain belt that dropped just to the top of the hipbone and left about a foot of chain to dangle and clink-clink with each stride. It was 1967 don’t you know?! Go-Go boots would have been the piece-de-resistance, but I wasn’t allowed to have those white, zippered treasures. I remember that the material of this dress was white with brightly colored flat, cutout-style flowers with round middles. I mean bright. Red, Yellow, Royal Blue, Green Green. Could I have tried any harder to destroy any semblance of taste that my parents had attempted to pass on to me? Hyacinth Bucket would have died. I am constantly reminded of this dress because my dear grandmother, who made beautiful quilts, used the scraps of the dresses that we made, to create all manner of fine works of art. I have a flower garden quilt that she lovingly pieced, by incorporating many scraps of my first attempt at dressmaking. These scraps were also used for my first try at hand-piecing a quilt, guided by my grandmother, when I was in my teens.
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A glimpse at the material from my first dress,
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I am happy to say that my sewing skills increased exponentially from that first project and my favorite machine is still my old Kenmore 15814300, a gift from my parents when I left for college in 1972. They just don’t make them like that anymore. It will sew through three layers of canvas without a single huff or puff. I still have many of my old patterns from the days of bell bottoms and mini skirts and I am so pleased to also have some of the patterns that were my grandmother’s – my mother’s mom.

Of those patterns from the past, a few are of the old aprons that my grandmother always wore. She made them for herself and I remember her ‘clothes pin’ apron that she would wear in the backyard as she hung out clothes to dry on the line. It is from these patterns that I am very excited to introduce a new item that is being offered on the shopping page, produced by a lovely young entrepreneur who’s first goal is to purchase a new sewing machine! She has taken my grandmother’s patterns and put her own artistic skills to color and design and has come up with some beautiful aprons. The aprons will be debuted at the Taste Of Home Cooking Show in Shawnee, Oklahoma on April 9th. They will then be available online at the Shopping Page

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Some of my grandmother’s patterns
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A new Spring apron from a vintage design!
So Mom, as you see, another generation and even another family tree is carrying on the tradition. Happy Birthday and thank you for all you’ve given us!

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Salmon En Croûte

March 5th, 2010


Fish, Cows and Things

That Go Bump In The

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Though I was originally born in Oklahoma, I have lived in a number of different parts of the country, whether full time or just for summers, and have enjoyed the particular regional foods that always stand out. In Maine, it was lobster and clams, in Maryland it was crab and crabcakes, in Kansas it was Prairie Chicken and Pheasant, in Texas it was bar-b-que shredded from half a steer baked in a pit, and in Tennessee it was grits, greens, country ham, spoonbread and fried okra.


I also had the privilege of growing up with students from other countries in my home and so that really broadened my epicurean horizons. Japanese, Italian, Jordanian, Moroccan – if they made it, we tried it. I remember one dish in particular, created for us by a young, Jordanian man, that fascinated my sixth grade, just emerging, artistic appreciation. It was a molded pile of rice, shaped like a volcano that had blown its top, and sided with sauteed slices of eggplant strategically pressed into the mount to produce decorative, purple-ringed circles. I have no memory of how it tasted, but it sure looked neat to me!


The one thing that I have found to be true, no matter where I’ve been, is that in every part of the country, the people love to eat! Put a steak in front of a Texan and “whoa doggie.” Shoot, in Amarillo you can get a 72 oz slab of steer and, if you can eat it all, you get to attempt to choke down another one! It’s free don’t you know? Right here in Oklahoma, not to be outdone by our neighbors south of the Red River, we boast of the steakhouse of historical steakhouses, Cattlemen’s Steakhouse. And so, yes, we Oklahomans are no different from the rest of the country. We like our food.


Unfortunately, there are those outside of this state who actually think that steak and potatoes are the only things that we do eat in Oklahoma. Well…that and Bubba’s 6 point buck, shot in the Fall for when the beef runs out. The truth is, however, that we Okies are pretty high-fallootin’ when it comes to our vittles. In Oklahoma City, Ingrid’s Kitchen is one of our many incredible and authentic German restaurants that also tantalizes its patrons with pastries that can only be classified as “an experience”. Then there’s Nonna’s fine European dining where the salads are served sprinkled with flowers grown by Nonna herself – flowers that you can eat right along with the arugula! Of course, I suppose one might argue that this could bring the conversation away from fine dining and back around to the subject of steaks from the lowly steer who also eats flowers. But I digress.


The Skirvin Hilton Hotel has a spread fit for oil barons and presidents and has actually served oil barons and presidents. Better yet, it is also supposed to be haunted!! Just ask the New York Knicks. They swear that they lost their game to the Oklahoma City Thunder because they were so scared of the ghosts that they couldn’t sleep. Sounds plausible to me. I’d say that an Okie ghost would have a great time scaring the daylights out of a New Yorker!


Therefore, at the prodding of my doctor who wants the recipe ( did you know that Alaskan Salmon has less mercury than Atlantic salmon?) I decided to bypass the usual “homey” fare of downhome cookin’ to post one of my more hoity-toity recipes. I came up with this one after having tried something kind of similar at a lovely restaurant that is no longer in business – I promise they didn’t go out of business because of the food – and on a day when I had an unlikely combination of ingredients that needed using. It is really good, if I do say so myself, and no matter where you live, it’s good for you too! My Okie doctor says so! Hope you enjoy!



Salmon En Croûte


6 sheets Phyllo dough (also spelled Fillo and Fyllo on packages)
2 (4oz) Alaskan salmon filets
6 small, fresh mushrooms
1 tbsp finely chopped onion
4 cloves garlic, finely chopped or pressed
1 tbsp olive oil or butter
Fresh baby spinach leaves


Remoulade Sauce

2 Tbsp mayonnaise (can use fat-free)
1/8 tsp paprika
1/2 tsp Worcestershire Sauce
Pinch of celery seed
1 tsp finely chopped onion
1/8 tsp lemon juice
2 tsp ketchup
1 tsp Grey Poupon mustard
1/2 tsp horseradish
Mix ingredients together with a spoon and set aside


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Slice and chop mushrooms and onion

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Press or chop garlic

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Sauté mushrooms, onion and garlic and a pinch of salt in 1 tbsp olive oil until liquid is boiled out. Set aside. This is my favorite sauté pan. It is very old and very worn, but I love it.

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Unroll a package of Phyllo dough, and cover with a wet paper towel to keep from drying out. Separate three sheets and brush between the sheets with olive oil. You can use the spray olive oil if you prefer.

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Place salmon fillet about three inches from the outside edge of the short end of the dough. Using kitchen scissors, cut the dough to three inches on the opposite side. Sprinkle fish with a pinch of salt and pepper.

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Place 1/2 mushroom mix on top of the salmon.

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Fold the long sides of the Phyllo dough over the fish. Brush olive oil on the remaining ends of the dough so that they will fold and stay attached to the rest of the dough.

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Turn pockets seam side down and place on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. Using remaining dough, wad up into a “flower” and place on top of the Phyllo envelopes as decoration. Drizzle or spray a little olive oil on the flowers to help slow their cooking. Place in preheated 350º oven and bake for approximately 30 minutes or until golden brown.

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Place spinach leaves as a bed on serving plate and top with piping hot salmon pocket. Serve immediately with a dollop of Remoulade Sauce on top of the flower. The spinach leaves will wilt to warm and crunchy. Here, I’ve added a slice of fresh pineapple with a strawberry and steamed asparagus.

This serves two people and can be increased for any number. It’s a great dish for a dinner party because you can make the salmon pockets ahead of time and cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate until ready to bake. Your guests will think that you spent the whole day in the kitchen!! This is one of my hubby’s favorites.

Happy Cooking!!


Homemade Noodles and Noodlin’

February 27th, 2010







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♪♪ Come Noodlin’

With Me ♪♪

(Yes, there IS a

recipe in

here somewhere!)




Noodle:
1.noun: dough rolled into thin, flat strips; pasta
2.verb: “to noodle”; a primative method of putting food on the table, specifically catfish, involving a hapless fish, a soaked human, no fishing pole and two brains of equal size. Also known as “grabblin”, “hoggin”, “doggin”, “gravelin’ or “ticklin”.



Ever heard of “noodling”?
From the National Geographic:
“Some people call it the Mount Everest of fishing. But most everyone else describes “noodling” or handfishing, as just plain crazy”


The Oxford English Dictionary defines “noodling” as “a stupid person”. Hmmm. Think about that. The sport with the same name requires walking along a riverbank, in the water – no – sometimes under the water, feeling for a fish in places where beavers, snakes and snapping turtles are just as likely to hide and then putting one’s hand into the fish’s mouth where tender skin is no match for razor-like teeth. I might call that less than brilliant!


While noodling is carried out in most parts of the South, here in Oklahoma, we are proud of those who noodle and we hold up Pauls Valley as the home of the Olympics of noodling – the annual Okie Noodling Tournament. Bob’s Pig Shop is the sponsor, with live entertainment and fried catfish making for a fun festival atmosphere. This year’s gathering of the bold and the brave happens on July 10th.


I grew up with stories about my father’s, my grandfather’s and my great-grandfather’s “noodlin’ ” adventures. My dad shares in his book, Sailing Down the River of Memories, his noodling expertise which was handed down through the generations to him. We are very big on passing on traditions in my family, however, somehow this tradition of risking life and limb and appendages seems to have stopped with my father. Go figure.


On page 17 Dad shares:
“I learned to noodle or to fish with my hands. Now, that was an adventure! I’d go into the water and feel along the bank until I found a hole. Then, I’d slowly reach in to see if there might be a fish. Interestingly enough, by moving slowly and being gentle, you can stroke a fish under water and it won’t swim off. I’d carefully put a finger in the mouth and the thumb in the gill and bring the fish up close to my body. Then I put my other hand on the body of the fish so it couldn’t get away and I’d walk out of the water. The adventure was the chance of getting a turtle or a snake – but I never did. You had to be careful with catfish because the whiskers could stick in your skin and really hurt.”


Dad also tells about his granddad, my great-granddad – Robert Hightower, who taught him how to finesse a catfish.


“One of the largest fish he noodled was a 28-pound catfish on Spring River at Galesburg. [Missouri] Since that was not a legal way of fishing, Bob told everyone he had landed it with a cane pole. His description of the battle was so vivid no one doubted his word, but the scratches on his arms and fingers told another tale. He told son-in-law, Charlie [my granddad], he threaded a cord through the catfish’s mouth and gill and after tying the other end around his arm, he started for the bank. Something startled the fish and it went downstream pulling him with it. He had quite a battle getting to shore and landing the fish. When he put the fish on a 300 lb cake of ice, its head was at one end with the tail hanging over the other end nearly touching the ground.”


Robert Hightower is featured in the Then and Now Cookbook


I hope you enjoy this video that shows that men “ain’t got nuthin’ on us females” when it comes to noodlin’……………






OK, so that same side of my family, in spite of the obvious quirky side passed down through the generations to me, I was handed down another kind of “noodlin'”- the homemade kind. I was raised on Sunday lunch that included either chuck roast cooked to perfection, shredding to moist strips, or chicken equally moist and falling off the bone. Both were accompanied by homemade noodles gently boiled in the broth from the meats. Before we would leave for church, Mom would put the meat, onions and salt and pepper into a dutch oven with water and would leave it to bake slowly while we were gone. When we walked into the house after a morning of worship, the aroma would be so permeating that the saliva glands had an immediate Pavlovian response.


Dad always made the noodles and he did it just as his mother had taught him. His great-aunt Myrtle, Grandmother’s sister, taught Grandmother how to make them and then, my father taught me. Dad can cut those noodles so thin that the result is delicate and tender. He still makes them when we go home and now, the next generation has taken its place as my children are now making the noodles in their homes.


Below is the photo recipe for one of our favorite family traditions. I hope you enjoy them as well. Since I never learned to practice the other “noodlin'”, I’m satisfied with my efforts at the pasta variety. However, if you want to take up the sport, more power to you – and to the fish.


Hightower Noodles




1 cup flour
1 large egg
Approximately 3 tbsp water
6 cups broth – either chicken or beef



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Put flour into a bowl and make a well in the center. Break the egg into the center and scramble. Add enough water to make a sticky dough. My dad always said that Grandmother taught to use a large egg, broken at the small end toward the top and then use the larger end filled with water. However, it is my opinion that chickens must have been larger back in those days and so I use 2-3 egg shell measures of water. (about 3 tbsp)


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Pour the dough out onto a floured Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ and knead in just enough flour so that it can be handled easily


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Gently flour the outside of the dough and roll it around until it forms a ball


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Divide the dough into 4-6 pieces and roll them into smaller balls.


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Using one dough ball at a time, pat into a circle with your hand.


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Using a rolling pin, roll the circle out to very, very thin, turning frequently and sprinkling with flour to avoid sticking. Always keep plenty of flour on the pastry cloth. Gently lift flattened circles, as they are completed, and place them on a cookie rack or floured surface such as a counter top, cutting board, a second pastry cloth or a tea towel for drying. Allow to dry at least 30 minutes on each side. If the air is moist, it can take longer. Repeat the process on remaining dough balls.



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When the circles of dough are dry, but still very pliable, roll each one into a very loose jelly roll. Before rolling, you can flour the surface lightly to keep from sticking


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With a good, sharp knife, slice noodles thinly and then run fingers through them to loosen, unroll and separate. Be careful not to pinch the dough as you are cutting, just holding it lightly between thumb and finger


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The noodles can sit in the open air while you prepare your broth. Bring broth to a boil. Reduce heat slightly and gently drop noodles in a handful at a time, stirring lightly with a fork. Cook approximately 15 minutes until tender. You can add canned broth if more broth is needed. Serve immediately over meat (baked or boiled chicken or beef) or mashed potatoes or as a side.


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Now that’s the way to use the ol’ noodle!!



Happy Cooking!



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All You Ever Wanted To Know About Valentine’s Day – A Recipe!

February 1st, 2010






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It is February 1st and aside from the fact that two of my sisters, my husband and two of our presidents’ birthdays are celebrated this month, we do have a holiday coming of all things lovey-dovey – Valentine’s Day.





Now, here in Oklahoma, we consider Valentine’s Day the next best excuse for eating chocolate since the previous excuse comes nearly two months earlier at Christmas and the next one isn’t until the Easter season. After that, it is every man – or woman – for himself in the rationalization department! If you are looking for some unique and exquisite chocolates that have a real story, Google Bedré Chocolates which are owned and produced by the Chickasaw Tribe right here in Oklahoma. They are the only chocolates produced by an American Indian tribe. They are delicious!!





Being a retired home school parent, I know the unwritten law in the unwritten book of home schooling that states, “Make every opportunity the opportunity for a teachable moment.” I shall do so now. Hence, follows all you ever wanted to know about Valentine’s Day:





According to the World Book Encyclopedia – that bright red number copyrighted in 1989 (yes, I still have it on our book shelves) – there are different theories about how Valentine’s Day came to be. Some trace it to an ancient Roman festival called Lupercalia. Others insist that it involves a certain saint in the Christian church and others equate it with an old English belief that birds mate on February 14. The ancient Romans held the festival of Lupercalia on February 15 to ensure protection from wolves. This appears to be an appropriate celebration, today, for most young women who find themselves chased by “wolves” on a continual basis. In Rome, the celebration was marked by young men hitting people with strips of animal hide. Even back then, they recognized that the real wolves walk on two feet! The women took the blows because they thought that getting struck made them more likely to have children. It is my informed opinion that this practice was then passed down to those very children, using switches from a nearby tree and women have been blessing their children with such switches ever since.





The Christian church disputes this origin because it is known that within the Church, there were two saints named Valentine. According to one story, young men were forbidden, under Roman Empire law, to marry because they made better soldiers if they weren’t tied to a family. A priest named Valentine took it upon himself to secretly marry star-crossed lovers who didn’t care a whit about the law and who had all read Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Yet another story says that the other Valentine made friends with many children as HE knew the story of the Pied Piper. This made the Romans mad and they imprisoned Valentine (Of course, it is possible that the fact that he refused to worship their gods might have had something to do with this). The children missed him so much that they tossed loving notes, produced by Hallmark Cards, to him through his jail cell window. We have been giving Hallmark Cards on Valentine’s Day ever since.




So there you have the history of Valentine’s Day in an abbreviated form. I am including the recipe for an original, wonderful, simple and fail-safe breakfast treat that you can make for your Valentine or Valentines to start the day off right. Happy Valentine’s Day!!!


Breakfast “Soufflés”

1 whole egg, separated
2 egg whites
1/4 cup Kraft sharp cheddar Easy Cheese in a can (yep!) or any other brand of sharp cheese in a can
2 tbsp shredded asiago cheese
4 small cocktail croissants (about 1 oz each)
1 slice bacon
3 tbsp Hormel Real Crumbled Bacon with Picnic Bacon
1/2 cup skim milk or 1/2 and 1/2 if you want to get dangerous
1 pat butter
1 cup fresh spinach chopped
1/4 tsp onion powder
1/4 tsp salt
2 mini springform pans or medium ramekins


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Place springform pans or ramekins onto a cookie sheet. Slice croissants in half lengthwise. With a rolling pin, roll 5 of the halves flat. In the two springform pans or ramekins that have been sprayed with Pam, press two croissant halves into each bottom, filling any gaps with pieces of the extra half.

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In a blender, put egg yolk, Kraft Easy Cheese, milk, one of the whole croissants, onion powder, and salt and blend until smooth.

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Place egg whites into a bowl and beat with mixer until fluffy and white.

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Add Hormel ham and bacon bits and spinach to whipped egg whites, folding them in gently, without stirring.

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Pour 1/2 mixture into each pan and sprinkle with asiago cheese and place
1/2 of the final croissant half and 1/2 slice of cooked bacon on top with
1/2 pat of butter.

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Bake at 350 degrees for approximately 25-30 minutes until set.

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Add whatever fruits and garnishes you choose to say, “I love you!”


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A Supermarket Education or “What I’ve Learned From Grocery Clerks”

January 21st, 2010

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I probably spend the equivalent of two full days a month in grocery stores. To me, coupons are a legitimate form of currency and there is a certain kind of obsessive, competitive drive to my grocery shopping. I don’t care if my husbandisout of coffee (I don’t drink the nasty stuff), if Folger’s isn’t on sale for $4.99 and I don’t have a coupon for an additional $1 off that can be doubled, hot tea or hot chocolate is just fine and dandy for breakfast until it does go on sale. Of course, I must add that this never happens since we have, at any given time, a full sixth month supply – all purchased on sale with coupons!


I learned about stocked pantries and grocery deals from my dad, who was the grocery shopper extraordinaire in our home. My father used to take us girls with him (there were four of us) on Saturdays to go grocery shopping. I always supposed it was because he wanted our input into which cereals and candies we would prefer he purchased. Right. Today, I realize that he was just a glutton for punishment and that my mother was blessed. Ladies and Gents. Take lessons. My father was the original liberated man.


Dad taught me that one need not limit one’s focus to one store for all grocery needs. He searched ads from all of the local establishments, compared prices and made lists. He had a tight budget and lots of mouths. But I do remember buggies full to the brim and running over. My dad also taught me, by example, to get to know the checkers, managers and service people so that a shopping experience was not only pleasant and fun, but also if any problems arose they would be dealt with quickly and cordially. One might say that I inherited the family “bargain” gene on the DNA strand of competitive shopping. The game is, “find it cheap” and the rule is…well…there are no rules except “free is best”.


Now, as the grocery shopper in my own family, I have come to realize that I continue to learn many unique truths on each excursion. The following are some of the things that I have learned. They are real. The names and dates have been omitted to protect the innocent:

1. The older you are and the younger the clerk the greater the chance that you will be called “honey” or “dear” or “sweetheart”. Live with it.

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2. If there is a bathtub in the store, hooked up as a decorative fountain, there is the possibility that people from other countries may assume that it is available for real baths for their small child, and that said child may bolt from said parent, running stark naked through the store, eventually attaching to your leg for cover. (Yep, really happened)

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3. Salmon comes in cans that are wider at the top and narrower at the bottom to accommodate the salmons’ little tails and big heads. (no joke – I really was informed of this by a young checkout clerk)

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4. If lemons are four for $1 and you buy three lemons, if your checkout clerk is under 30, you will cause him no end of mathematical grief.

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5. On a trip to Georgia, at a famous specialty grocery store – which shall go unnamed – I was enlightened by a fresh-faced, ponytailed, young man of the following: If Oklahoma is north of Texas (“It is, isn’t it?”), the reason that no famous specialty grocery store – which shall go unnamed – can be found in either state is because the trucks cannot make it over the mountains of Texas and Oklahoma. No kidding? “Oklahoma -where the wind comes whipping down the PLAIN”?


The most important things that I have learned during grocery shopping outings, however, is patience and peace. No longer do I stress in long lines. No longer do I frown at a surly checkout clerk. No longer do I tap my foot impatiently at the person in the express lane with 50 items, or the newcomer at the self-checkout who can’t figure out how to enter the Fuji apples. I have learned that a long line means time to pray for each person in that line, a surly clerk is the opportunity to offer a smile and a kind word, and a shopper operating slowly at the self-checkout is an opportunity to extend a helping hand.

Yes, grocery store shopping has taught me that life is never too short for humor, kindness and a smile. Here’s hoping that your shopping experience is a pleasant one. And I promise that salmon are quite a bit bigger than those little, pink cans.

HAPPY SHOPPING!!

MB





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Whole Wheat Sandwich Bread

December 15th, 2009





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Make The Bread?”



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Christmas is coming and I thought that I would post my favorite bread recipe just in time for the big day. It is an easy recipe and makes the most delicious bread that can be used for everything from warm, buttered slices alongside a plate piled high with casseroles, potatoes, ham and turkey, or for ham or turkey sandwiches, or for French toast early in the morning before presents are tackled. I use this recipe to make hamburger and hot dog buns too. We love this homemade bread so much. And it is good for you too! (how’s that for a ’60’s ad?)


My bread is made with home-ground Prairie Gold, hard, white, Spring wheat, although you can use any flour you like from the store. Sometimes I do use freshly ground, hard, red wheat, but the mild and nutty flavor of the Prairie Gold is just delicious. I grind my wheat on a Lil Ark hand grinder, using stone burrs, that my Mr. Wonderful converted to an electric grinder. Would you like to know just how brilliant he is? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. He replaced the handle with a flywheel that is connected to a larger flywheel by way of an automotive “V” belt. The larger flywheel is connected to the motor of an old trash compactor. The trash compactor gave up the ghost long ago and was compacted itself – minus its motor. Anyway, my Mr. Wonderful housed the motor in a wooden box with a switch on the outside and mounted the entire assembly on a long board. I think that he should have painted the whole thing a deep forest green and added a quiet, gurgling brook type of fountain to give the semblance of an old grist mill, but he insisted that water and electricity don’t mix very well, so my grinder just looks like a plain, wooden box. The nice thing is that if the electricity goes out, my Mr. Wonderful can just unhook the flywheel, add the handle and I am back to hand-grinding by kerosene lamp light.


I know, I know. There are electric mills out there that grind really fast with metal burrs. The best supplier I can recommend can be found at Sonrise Whole Grains where you can also purchase bags and buckets of all kinds of grain. The Bartons are friends and I can vouch for their servant attitude and willingness to help you in any way possible. I do plan on purchasing one of those mills soon to grind the soft, white wheat that I use for biscuits, pie crust and pastry. It tends to gum up my stone burrs. But there is just something about my stone ground flour that makes the bread taste that much more special.


Freshly ground, whole wheat flour must be kept in the refrigerator or freezer once ground. It breaks down quickly at room temperature. I keep my flour in the freezer and then, when I am ready to make bread, take out whatever I need about an hour ahead of time to bring it back to room temperature. I also sift my flour. Many people do not, but I find that if I sift it two or three times, my breads are lighter. Of course, flours bought at the store are pre-sifted. I use my grandmother’s sifter that has the turning handle on the side. In January, I will start carrying this same kind of sifter. The sifters with the squeeze-trigger handles do not work well for the grainier, freshly-ground flours. When sifting, a little of the larger wheat germ is sifted out, but I keep that in a ziploc bag in the frig and sprinkle it on cereal, add it to baked goods or mix with peanut butter for crackers or a sandwich.


I’m sure that is all more information than you wanted, so now for the recipe:


Whole Wheat Sandwich Bread

1/4 cup honey or sugar (1/8 if you want less sweet taste)
1/2 tbsp salt
1/2 cup warm water
1 egg white
3 1/2 tsp yeast
3/4 cup warm milk or 3/4 cup warm water and 1/3 cup powdered milk
1/4 cup canola oil or melted butter
3 – 3 3/4 cups flour
2 tsp dough enhancer

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In a glass container, add a pinch of sugar to 1/2 cup warm water and sprinkle yeast over the water. I shake the container a little to force water over the top of the yeast. Allow to “proof” until yeast is bubbly on the surface of the water. I use SAF yeast that can also be purchased from Sonrise Whole Grains It is a fast rising yeast, but you can use any yeast, including the rapid rise variety.



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In a mixing bowl, add honey or sugar, salt, egg white and oil and powdered milk if not using warm milk.


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Add the proofed yeast/water and 1/4 cup flour or whole wheat flour. Mix on low.


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At this point, if using milk, add the 3/4 cup warm milk. (I use the powdered milk and warm water mixture) Add one cup of flour or whole wheat flour and two teaspoons dough enhancer.


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Because of my Mr. Wonderful’s tastes, I add one cup of regular, white flour in with the whole wheat at this point and then continue with whole wheat but you can use regular flour all the way through. Mixing the two makes it just a bit lighter than using all whole wheat. However, you may want to use all whole wheat. It is all a matter of preference.
LATER NOTE: I have since found that sifting the fire out of my whole wheat to add lots of air and volume makes all the difference in the world, thus not requiring any white flour. I also use a 1 to 3 ratio of barley flour to whole wheat which just gives it an added punch. I mix the two flours together and then measure out 3 to 3 3/4 cups for the recipe.


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Adding 1/2 cup of flour at a time to equal 1-2 cups, continue mixing until the dough is firm but still sticky. This dough does not pull away from the side of the bowl and if it does, it means you have added too much flour. On medium speed and using dough hooks, knead/mix the dough for 8-10 minutes until smooth.


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Scrape the dough onto your Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ and turn to coat all sides with flour.


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Gently knead dough to form a smooth ball using the remaining flour.


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Pour 1 tbsp olive oil into the bottom of a bowl that is twice the size of the bread ball, and place dough topside down into the oil. Turn the dough back upright so that top is oiled. Cover with a warm, wet towel. Allow dough to rise in a warm, dry place until double – anywhere from an hour to two hours. I like to warm my oven to 150 degrees and then turn it off. I then place the bread dough to rise in my warm oven.


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When the dough has doubled, roll it out onto the pastry cloth and pat it out into a thick circle.


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Oil hands with olive oil and proceed to roll dough toward you like a jellyroll. Using your hand, seal edges as you roll, pressing down and under the rolled part. Continue oiling hands to do this until it is rolled. Tuck under the edges to form a loaf. Or, if you want to make hamburger buns instead of rolling into a loaf, cut out buns with a large biscuit cutter.


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Oil and flour a loaf pan and place loaf into pan. For buns, place them on an oiled and floured cookie sheet. Cover with warm, wet towel and allow to rise until double – anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. Hint: If the towel sticks to the dough as you are trying to lift it off after rising, just spray water on the towel and it will lift right up. This bread has doubled and is ready to go into the oven.


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Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Bake bread for 20 minutes or until golden brown. Turn loaf out onto a rack to cool. I cover my bread with a tea towel to allow it to cool slowly.


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Now you are ready to slice your bread! Serve it warm with butter and jam. Or, if you have used the recipe to make buns, grill up a juicy burger to sandwich between a bun.


I hope you enjoy this recipe as much as we do. It is actually a very fast recipe for bread and is light as a feather. Have a wonderful Christmas and here’s hoping that you make special time for those you love!!



Happy Cooking!



MB
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November 9th, 2009



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When you find a store that has it all – charm, variety and uniqueness, with a kind and doting proprietor and assistants, you have to spread the word. Such is the case with Kaye’s Gifts at 8605 S. Western, just south of I-240 in Oklahoma City. Pam, Sharon and Joan will treat you as family and make suggestions that will get your creative juices flowing.

The store is stocked full of Made-in-Oklahoma products as well as all kinds of delicious confections from all over the country. Top these off with absolutely beautiful porcelain, knick-knacks and various other collectible items and you have the makings of a gift basket deluxe. And of course, they carry the Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ as the single package or in our various gift bags.

Friday and Saturday was Kaye’s Gifts annual Christmas open house and anyone who attended received a lovely Christmas ornament with any purchase. I joined in with a demonstration “In My Own Little Corner on My Own Little Chair” (thanks to Rodger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella) where I met many fun and interesting people and got to talk about my favorite subject: cooking! Since the store is packed with tasting stations throughout, for the festive weekend, I introduced my recipe for blueberry cobbler made with Shawnee Mills Blueberry Muffin mix. It was a hit. The men, especially, seemed to gravitate to the cobbler. Ladies, it really is true – “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” There are a lot of men out there who cook, I discovered, but they will head toward a home-cooked treat everytime!

Thanks to everyone who stopped by, who purchased the Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ and gift sets or who just took the time to chat. It was a great weekend. And “thank you” to the three lovely ladies who make Kaye’s such a special place to shop.

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The sun shone brightly on Kaye’s Gifts at 8605 S. Western in OKC

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A nostalgic Santa Clause and inviting place to sit


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Joan mans the juice and soup tasting.
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Sharon is the Cookie Expert.
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Pam (the owner), Joan and Sharon


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A countertop full of Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ gift sets
~~Introducing the Child’s pastry cloth cooking set~~


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It was a pretty tight squeeze, but just enough room to dish out cobbler, bread sticks and chit-chat

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Sourdough Bread on the Oklahoma Prairie (and recipe)

November 3rd, 2009

Sourdough bread is the oldest kind of leavened bread known to man. It is earliest recorded in Egypt around 1500 BC, but how it was discovered is total conjecture. There are all kinds of good stories regarding the discovery of the potent dough, but it is anybody’s guess how the first person suddenly decided to use wild yeast to make their usual flatbread rise to a fluffy loaf. Of course, with all of the brewed products available back then, like wines and beers, it is conceivable that some might have spilled into flatbread dough or that dough was left out and attracted the plentiful wild yeasts to produce a bubbly sponge, but I’ll leave you to your imagination to come up with “the story” of how sourdough starter was discovered.

My own imagery conjures up a man who stumbles home after a night out with the boys, precariously grasping a clay jar of strong Egyptian beer (brandname Pharoah’s Choice), and occasionally managing to find his lips to take another swig. As he wobbles into his humble abode, he finds his dutiful wife on her knees, mixing a batch of dough to bake for the next day’s flatbread allotment. Mr. Ancient Egyptian lunges toward his wife to give her a drunken hug, as she stands to greet him, and as if in slow motion, the clay jar of suds pitches out of his loose grip, flies through the air and lands squarely on the floor, shattering to pieces and sending waves of dark ale into Mrs. Ancient Egyptian’s bowl of flour and oil. Mrs. Ancient Egyptian lets loose with a string of hieroglyphics and cries over her ruined bread. The mess goes into the trashbin, also made of pottery, and the angry wife stomps off to bed. Next morning, she awakens to find an oozing, bubbly live thing, growing in her trashbin and out of curiosity, the Mrs. pours the doughy sponge into her floured breadbowl because she didn’t have an Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™, picks out any bones that had also been thrown into the trash from dinner the night before, adds some flour and then bakes the dough in her 400 degree brick and mortar oven. Out comes a tall, fluffy confection that she tentatively samples. A smile gradually replaces her angry frown and she comments, (in ancient Egyptian of course) “This bread is tangy and light – a veritable pastry worthy of royalty! I would think that it would be quite good with jam and tea.” As a result, she forgives her husband and encourages him to come home and drop his ale into her bread on a regular basis. I’m sure that it happened that way.

Sourdough starters are made with a variety of ingredients. Depending on the taste desired, milks, potato water, sugars, and various types of flours are incorporated to create a “sponge”. This sponge is continually “fed” to keep the yeast alive and thriving and as it is nursed, it develops its own particular flavor. Personal taste determines which characteristics are desirable or not.

Just a bit of historical trivia: According to www.kitchenproject.com, during the gold rush days in San Fransisco, California, a bakery run by the Boudin family from France used sourdough culture to create a unique and famous bread that miners enjoyed every morning. Since 1849 they have been using the same sourdough culture, which they call a “Mother dough” and the same recipe. So important is their “Mother Dough” it was heroically saved by Louise Boudin during the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906. Here in Oklahoma, sourdough starter has been used on the prairie through days of wagon trains, landruns and cattle drives to produce biscuits, pancakes, muffins and bread. It doesn’t take long to find a class here, where one may learn to create these morsels in a dutch oven nestled in the coals of a campfire.

Every sourdough sitter considers their starter to be the best. As in the case above, many starters have been handed down through generations of bread bakers. However, it is possible for you to start your own legacy and tweek it to your own taste. You can make the base recipe that follows, and then divide it to keep some going as a pristine culture and experiment with various additives like milk or potato water instead of just plain water on the rest. Also, as your culture becomes exactly what you like, it is a good idea to pour some onto wax paper and allow it to dry into a flat sheet that can be broken into small pieces and stored in a tightly sealed jar. If something horrible happens to your live culture, you can start over by adding two tablespoons of dried culture with 2 tablespoons of water to reconstitute and bring to room temperature and then start your usual process over again with this base.

If you are not going to use your starter for a time, you can put it in a jar with a tight fitting lid and store it in the refrigerator. I have also had luck with freezing cubes of my starter to then thaw to room temperature and start the process over. And one last tip that I use: I use bottled spring water to hydrate my starter, as city water has chlorine that kills the yeast and well water can have bacterias that ruin the taste.

I have tried a variety of starters and have come up with my favorite that is very, very simple. If you wish to be truly “pioneer”, then you would omit the yeast and let this starter stand for three days, stirring once each day, to capture any wild yeast in the air. When you start seeing bubbles, you start the “feeding” process. I personally like the flavor achieved from adding a little powdered yeast to get started. Again, if you wish to be “pioneer” in making the true, slow, sourdough bread then you would follow my bread recipe, ommitting the yeast and allow your dough to rise for as long as 24 hours, but I am including in the recipe, two teaspoons of yeast in case you do not wish to wait that long to have bread and still have the sourdough flavor.

Starter Recipe

3 tbsps whole wheat four
2 1/2 tbsps warm water
1 tsp powdered yeast

In a crock container or other opaque glass jar, mix ingredients with a wooden or plastic spoon. Do not use any metal utensils or containers. Allow to stand overnight, covered with cheese cloth. Next day, stir in 2 more tbsps of flour and 1 1/2 tbsps water. Stir and let stand overnight. Continue this process each day of using 2 tbsps flour (you can use white flour at this point) to 1 1/2 tbsp water until you have approximately 1 1/4 cups of starter. At that point, you have enough to make a loaf of bread. You must have enough starter to be able to remove 1 cup and still have some left to continue feeding for the next time. As the starter grows, it should be bubbly and pungent. Overnight, if a liquid rises to the top, just stir it in and continue feeding. Each time you make bread, it is a good idea to transfer all of the starter into a clean jar or bowl and wash the container that houses the starter to keep mold from ruining it. Dry the container and return any culture that is left after removing a cup and start the feeding process again.


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To make bread:

1 cup sourdough starter at room temperature
3/4 cups warm water
2 tsps yeast
2 tbsps honey or sugar
1/4 tsp baking soda
2 tsp dough enhancer (lecithin)
3 cups high gluten flour either whole wheat or white or combination of both


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Sprinkle yeast over the surface of the 3/4 cups warm water and allow to “proof” or dissolve in the water and bubbling to the top.


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In a mixer with a dough hook, place starter, honey or sugar and yeast water along with one cup of flour, salt, enhancer and soda. Mix to blend.


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Dough enhancer can be purchased at Sonrise Grains


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Gradually add second cup of flour. Continue mixing. Add third cup in stages because you may not need all of it. The thickness of your starter will determine how much flour you use. Your dough should pull away from the sides of the bowl. If it does not, add more flour. If it appears too dry, you may add a little more water. This picture shows the dough too dry.


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Using the dough hook on low speed, knead the dough for 8-10 minutes. It should be smooth and easily formed into a ball.


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Put the dough out onto the Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ and form into a ball. Wrap in plastic wrap and allow to rest for 10 minutes.


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In a bowl, pour a tablespoon of olive oil into the bottom and place the dough, topside down, into the oil. Turn right side up to coat the dough ball in oil.


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Cover with a warm, damp towel and allow to rise until doubled. If not adding yeast, allow to rise in a bowl that is covered with a wet towel and then covered in plastic wrap. Rise for anywhere from 8 -12 hours until doubled. The longer the rise, the stronger the flavor.


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When risen, punch the dough down and put out onto pastry cloth and pat out to 1 inch thick. (If not using yeast, knead in a little flour.) With oil on your hands, wipe the dough with oil and then begin rolling toward you like a jelly roll, firmly pressing the edges into the dough. Continually oiling your hands, continue rolling until loaf is created. Tuck ends under. On a cookie sheet or Italian loaf pan, oil the pan and sprinkle with corn meal. Place loaf onto cookie sheet or into pan and cut diagonally with scissors to make slashes. Cover with warm, wet towel and let rise until double. (If not using yeast in the recipe, cover with towel and spray water mist onto the towel occassionally to keep it moist as it rises for 1 to 4 more hours.)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Spray the bread with a mist of cold water before placing into oven and then bake for 20 minutes until browned. Turn bread over in the Italian loaf pan and bake 4 minutes longer to brown bottom.


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Remove from oven and cool on rack. While hot, you can brush melted butter over the bread. Cover bread with towel as it cools for 30 minutes to make the crust soft yet crunchy.


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Slice and serve. And it IS good with jam and tea!!


Happy baking.

MB

New and Exciting!

November 3rd, 2009


There are new things happening at the Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ digs. A whole group of new items have just been uploaded to the shopping page just in time for Christmas (thanks Jon!!!). There is a whole new line of gift sets and baskets including a set just for the little ones that can actually be used for mixing and serious baking, apron included.

There is a whole new line of Oklahoma Pastry Cloth™ Frontier Fixin’s bread mixes and soup mixes, ready to warm your tummies as the temps outside grow colder. Dips and spreads are also new on the list and a whole range of unique kitchen items is available to make your baking experience easier and more enjoyable. Just for Christmas, there are two unusual cookie cutter sets with icing equipment and instructions to offer conversations pieces to any holiday party.

AND DON’T FORGET TO ENTER THE OPC CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY BY LEAVING A COMMENT ON ANY POST. Go to the WELCOME page to see the gift set to be given on December 16.

If you are in the Oklahoma City area this weekend (November 6-7), come by Kaye’s Gifts at 8605 S. Western Avenue to the Christmas Open House. I’ll be doing a demonstration. Come with an empty tummy because there is lots and lots of good food to sample!

That’s All Folks! And Happy Baking!





A Little Hint for Leftovers and Extras

October 23rd, 2009

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Just a quick note to remind you that even if you are just cooking for two, you can make large recipes and have your freezer full of “prepared meals” that you make yourself. If you love spaghetti or soup or anything liquid like that, you can have your spaghetti and eat too again and again! When I make meals, I usually make a full recipe or even double it and then use either plastic or foil containers to arrange a meal of leftovers that I then vacuum pack in my FoodSaver or that I first freeze in individual servings and then vacuum or put into Ziploc bags. For example, if I have made soup (cream of vegetable with asparagus!), as I did last night – it was cold outside and I do mean cold! – I pour the remainder of the soup into muffin tins and freeze. Then, when frozen, I place the tins in about a half inch of warm water and out pops the soup “muffin-sicles” to be put into freezer bags. I label the bags and I have measured amounts of soup that I can pull out and thaw in a pan. Each “muffin-sicle” is about 1/3 cup of soup and so I can thaw three for a cup for one person.

Finding lemons and limes on sale is a blessing because you can buy 10, 20 or the sky’s-the-limit of fruits, wash them and then cut them in half, ream the juice, put the juice into plastic ice cube trays and freeze the trays of juice. Each juice cube is approximately an ounce of juice. Don’t throw away the empty rinds either, but freeze them in a freezer bag as well and when needing lemon or lime zest, grab however many needed and grate away. They are much easier to grate frozen. I make large amounts of pesto and freeze it in cubes as well or in small jam jars.

In other words, make life easy and think “large quantities” in order to freeze the leftovers to have ready for a day when you are in a hurry. As the holiday seasons approach, those kinds of days may get more and more frequent!! Happy cooking!

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