30 April, 2010

Friday is Pie-day! (or not)

Hallo! To make up for the late late SUPER LATE post last week, I'm starting early this week.

And also because I have a stupid dentist appointment before my insurance runs out on Saturday, thus less time for baking, thus I'm starting tonight.

I am making a PIE on Saturday! Not just any pie, a SUPER APPLE PIE! (Superlative added by me, in the recipe it's just called Apple Pie.)

So let's look at the recipe... okay, for the crust I'm gonna need LARD?! Oh snap. Uhh, I don't have any lard on me at the moment, do you? No? Welllll I'll skip the crust then. How about we make the filling tonight? What do we need for that? Sugar, yep, apples, yep, cinnamon, yep, corn starch, uhhh... I'll just slice the apples.

So it says I need 5-6 cups of cored, pared and thinly sliced apples. I have 3 mini-apples. Mmmm.

Hell with it, let's give it a go.





[phone rings]
Me: Hello? Oh, hi Mom. Yeah, I'm making the pie tonight, do we have any more apples, or money to go get some apples? No? Oh. What's that you say? I'm supposed to use sour apples? No, no reason. 'Kay, bye!

Damn. What do I do with the thinly sliced, pared and cored apples?


Yum?


NOT yum.

Trash can it is. Screw this, I'm making cookies.



<3,
TWC

P.S. Yes, that is a Think Positive shirt, why do you ask?

25 April, 2010

Buttermilk Pancakes and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

Sorry for the hella late post, you guys (all three of you who read this). There was this thing, and then another thing, and then I forgot the camera at my other house and oh god you don't even want to know. But now the pictures are up and the cookies are made so here's the post! :)

I was only planning on making cookies this weekend, but then Felder got hungry. REALLY hungry. One thing led to another, and BAM! All of a sudden, I'm making cookies AND pancakes.

I started on the pancakes first, due to Felder's insistence that he was about to die of starvation. He claims that these pancakes take at least two hours to make, but I think they really only took about 45 minutes (15 of which consisted of me treating a burn wound). Possibly less, if you aren't making cookies at the same time.

OKAY. SO. Recipes are from my mom's old copy of The Joy Of Cooking.


Buttermilk Pancakes: Recipe says it makes 10 4-inch pancakes. I ended up making 5 6-inch pancakes, one of which collapsed like the Soviet Union in 1991.


The rest of them ended up looking a lot like internal organs/UFOs.


I'm not so good with the circle-making, I guess. But I don't think I could have made 10 pancakes out of that much batter.

You will need:


Dry Ingredients
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
3 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt

Wet Ingredients
1 1/2 cups buttermilk
3 tablespoons butter, melted
(Microwave works well for this, assuming your microwave works at all. Unlike mine. So I improvised, stuck my butter in a glass bowl and stuck the glass bowl in my toaster oven.

Incidentally, glass retains heat really well. Hence, the burn wounds.)
2 eggs
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

So vhat ve gonna do is:
In the book, it says sift the dry ingredients all together, which was hella messy, but made super fluffy pancakes, but I guess whisking works too.
If you don't have a sifter, btw, you can use a strainer and shake it through into a bowl. Just beware: if your bowl is too small, the dry ingredients go everywhere. Like a dusty, fluffy cloud of pure evil.


Get another bowl, combine the wet ingredients.

Ewww.

Mix the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients. Give just enough quick strokes with a whisk to barely moisten the dry ingredients. If you do too much beating, the pancakes will be tough. Tough like Mr. T. Ignore the lumps (there will be lumps).



Cook on a griddle/in a pan/on a rock. You know the pan is hot enough when you flick a few drops of water on it and they jump around and sizzle. Watch your pancake - when it bubbles a bunch all over and starts to look kind of fluffy and odd, it's ready to flip. Check the underside with a spatula to make sure it's brownish first, though.


If you can't serve them immediately, stick them on a plate in the oven at 200 degrees. It keeps 'em warm. :)

They were delicious, and as The Brother pointed out, they tasted kind of like biscuits. The Mother taste-tested several, purely in the interest of science, and pronounced them a success. She wanted to continue her testing, but I took the plate away, because if she taste-tested any more of them, Felder would not have gotten any breakfast. Unfortunately, there was no syrup in the house, so we smothered them in butter and devoured them.


I love that word. It's so much fun to say. I always think of this when I say devour:


(By the Amazing Eeeeeeeve)


...Anyway, the cookies! You know that you've done it right when you taste a little bit of the cookie dough and then you taste just a little bit more and pretty soon you're on your way to cookie-rehab because you cannot stop eating.

I made a double batch of these, because I finished one batch and was like, "That's it?" Seriously, this recipe should be at LEAST doubled for your full cookie-scromphing satisfaction.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1 egg
1 cup & 2 tbsp flour
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 bag flavored chips (chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter... whatever you want)
nuts (but only if you are DANGEROUSLY INSANE want nuts)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. DO NOT FORGET THIS OR YOU WILL FEEL DUMB WHILE YOU WAIT FOR IT TO HEAT UP.

Take the butter and cream it. I use a potato masher, but I think maybe there's a thing you use specifically for creaming butter? Meh. Anyway, make sure you leave the butter out for a while because trying to cream frozen butter is like a full on workout. Like, I'm surprised that I don't have bulging biceps now.


Then you take the sugars and you play with them while you wait for the butter to get soft enough to cream.


Okay, you've creamed the butter now, right?


Good. Stir the butter and sugar together hardcore, til you can't discern the sugar from the butter - basically, til it's a creamy, sugary mass.


Once you've got that, you add the egg and vanilla. Stir those in really well. The consistency at this point will be, bluntly, super gross. Totes slimy.

Now, mix the dry ingredients. Once again, the book says sift them together. I don't know how much it matters, really. Take your dry ingredients and mix them into the wet ingredients. This is the part where the cookie dough really becomes cookie dough. You'll def. be able to tell when the cookie dough is ready for chocolate chips, because the flour is all mixed in and the cookie dough no longer looks like the Ghost of Cookie Dough Past, all white and flour-y.


At this point, you can sample the dough, if you want.


NOT THAT MUCH. Seriously, do you want to actually bake these things? No? Yeah, me neither. Buuuut, I promised the guys at work they'd have cookies. So now you can add the chocolate chips now, or the alternative chips, or the (shudder) nuts. Ew.

Bake for 10 min, until golden-brown and, you know, cookie-looking.

OR do what I did, and save them for later: Take a cookie dough lump and some tinfoil.


Form the cookie dough into a longish rectangley thing, like so:


Now roll it up like a tinfoil cookie salami.


Store in fridge til you're ready to bake. Tip: Put a note on your cookie-salamis so nobody eats them (cough cough MOM). My note says, "DO NOT TOUCH, LEST YE FALL PREY TO THE CURSE OF THE SEVEN BLIND BASTARDS."

Another Tip: If you chill your cookie dough before baking it, the cookies will be all smooshy and nice. This is a tip I have yet to test, but I read it on the Intar-webs, so it must be true. Right, guys?

Yet Another Tip, from the Amazing McK: Store your done cookies in a ziplock bag with a piece of bread. This will ensure that your cookies stay squooshy and nummy, while the bread will get hella, HELLA stale. He says this will work for about a week.

I'll update ya'll when I make the cookies, let you know how they come out.

<3, TWC
UPDATE: I wrote this post on Sunday night, but had problems with pictures. I made the cookies last night, so here is the rest of the post. Okay, so The Mother ate one of my cookie-dough salamis. I hope she likes her new curse. The remaining two were in the freezer. Here's what I did with them: 1. Unwrap, because who wants tinfoil in their cookies? (If anyone out there raises their hand, I will find you and I will smite you.)


2. Cut into pepperoni-like slices, but thickish. Like maybe 1/4" thick? Ish? I hate measurements.


3. Lay on a well-greased cookie sheet, spaced fairly evenly. Give the cookies room to expand in the oven. (Or not, if you want a giant lumpy cookie mass.)


4. Bake at 375 degrees for about 10 min (as gone over in the above post).


5. Remove cookies from oven, using TWO oven mitts, not one and almost dropping the damn thing and catching it and LOOK ANOTHER BURN HOW DELIGHTFUL.

6. Wonder what the eff happened and why do you have tye-dye cookies?!


7. Oh yeah, two different batches of dough. One had melted butter because you stuck it on top of the toaster oven. Mystery solved!

8. DEVOUR.

9. (Optional) Store in fridge with aforementioned bread.


The Brother enjoyed these so much he was all like OMG I WILL PAY YOU TO MAKE THESE FOR ME SERIOUSLY NAME YOUR PRICE. Felder was like NOM NOM NOM PUT THE COOKIES IN MY MOUTH. WHY HAS THE FLOW OF COOKIES STOPPED??

We're gonna call this one a success, I think. ;)

<3,
TWC

17 April, 2010

Cake-tastrophe, or A De-bake-l.

The topsy-turvy cake went horribly awry. Like wow. And it started out so promisingly.

Let's rewind.

THURSDAY:

Me:
Oh wow! Look how cool this cake looks! I could totally do that!

FRIDAY:

Me:
Honey... can I borrow your bank card? Prease? It's for cake!
Felder: [long suffering sigh]

[$12, 3 boxes of cake mix and 2 tubs of frosting later...]

Me: Well, I can bake these tonight and frost them tomorrow. In fact, I can bake them later, after I get me some fro-yo.

11:30 PM:

Me:
OMG WE HAVE NO EGGS! [hyperventilates]
Felder: [long-suffering sigh, contemplation of homicide] Let's go get your eggs.
Me: I have a cake in the oven, we have to go SUPER FAST.
Felder: [goes SUPER FAST]

So Felder gets an award for SAVING THE DAY. NIGHT. Whatever. Anyway, here he is, looking totally thrilled:


And here are the eggs:


Blah blah blah, cakes bake etc. Now, I started baking around 10:30, so by the time they were done, it was 1 am. I compiled this handy list of things to do while your cake is in the oven:

1. Watch your cakes bake.

















2. Clean out fridge.


3. Do laundry.
4. Youtube!
5. Experiment with frosting and food coloring.

(Yes, that is TOTALLY a Star Wars, Ep. 1 plate.)
6. Wash dishes.
7. Listen to Felder complain about how late it is.
8. Get really excited about how FREAKING COOL your cake is going to be.
9. Yell at the one cake that takes A MILLION YEARS to finish baking.

10. Fingerpaint with frosting.


Oh, and this bottle right here:


It was totally full when I started. AWESOME.

So finally, 1 am, all the cakes are out of the oven and into the fridge. Cleanup YAY.


Sleep EVEN MORE YAY.

SATURDAY, 7 AM:

Felder:
Wake up.
Me: [flail, snore]
Felder: [tickles, mercilessly]
Me: FALCOOOOON PUUUUNCH.
Felder:
[off to work, nursing wounds]

SATURDAY, 10 AM:

Me:
Look at these promising cakes, so full of yum and promise. [<--- about to have dreams crushed]
Oven:
Hello! When you bump into me, I'm going TOTES BREAK AND A TINY PART WILL DISAPPEAR FOREVER! BWAHAHAHAHAH.

SATURDAY, 10:30 AM:



11 AM:


Okay, back on track. We're starting out a little rough, but I can fix it.

11:15 AM:


Wow, this is turning out pretty okay.

11:30 AM:
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON.

WE ARE DETECTING DANGEROUS GRAVITY LEVELS IN YOUR CAKE.

11:45 AM:
Maybe some frosting will help hold it together?



12:00 PM:
ABORT! ABORT! SHE'S GONNA BLOOOOOOW!


So it collapsed. On the floor.

And then I did what any normal, sane person would do:

I Hulked out.



Forgive me, cake gods. The crumbs are delicious, and mooshing my cake-tastrophe was oh-so-satisfying.



We'll try something different next week.

<3,>