Saturday, February 9, 2013
Three-Seed Sourdough Sandwich Bread . . .
So, I have this sourdough starter that began its productive life almost three years ago, when I took what turned out to be, for me, an incredibly valuable artisan breads class. The starter lives, most of the time, in our basement fridge and occasionally emerges to get a little air and enjoy a snack, as all starters like do to from time to time. It's really pungent whenever I open up its container, really sour and sharp. I've made some of the best bread of my life with that stuff, and I hope it never gives up the ghost. Why I've never done a blog post highlighting the loaves of bread I've produced with it, I can't adequately explain. I'm talking about the kind of sourdough bread that has to proof for a long, long, long time, and which is then baked on a stone in a very hot oven enhanced with steam. This sort of bread has the most glorious, indescribable crust. I guess I just don't know how to explain how to reliably reproduce that kind of bread, probably because I'm not sure I even know myself. It's a bit unpredictable, temperamental. It has a mind of its own.
Anyway, suffice it to say that some sourdough starters can help you produce bread that is excruciatingly good. They assert themselves in finished loaves in a provocative way. They love attention. They positively bask in the glow.
But, then again, there are also some perfectly respectable sourdough starters out there that are kind of shy. In a finished loaf, their flavor tends to hang back. They're mild-mannered wallflowers, yet they're reliable and tasty, and--really--what would the world of bread be without them? That's the kind of starter that appears in today's recipe. It won't knock you off your feet with it's sourness. It'll just nudge you gently. I bought the beginnings of this shy starter just before Christmas from King Arthur Flour (KAF), and have used it three or four times thus far. Its pedigree is distinguished, to say the least. According to KAF, the ancestor of the starter I purchased came into existence well over two hundred years ago. Amazing, isn't it? I couldn't resist ordering it when I read that.
History has shown that a well-cared-for starter can thrive for ages. Literally. And, much as I will always love that very-sour starter in my basement fridge (whose ancestors hailed from a bona fide San Francisco sourdough), I really wanted to try one that was old as Methuselah, just to see what it was like. So when this shy guy arrived several weeks ago, I was excited. I brought it in the house the moment the package hit my porch. It was practically weightless, packed into a small plastic jar. I opened it, sniffed it, and quickly fed it according to the accompanying directions. (KAF actually urges you to name your sourdough, as if it's a baby they've given up for adoption.) I peered at it anxiously over the next couple of days, reassured by increasingly obvious signs of life. It woke up beautifully, bubbling right on cue. Now, it's pretty much a member of the family.
About this recipe . . .
Gently adapted from this very easy formula on the KAF website, I altered the recipe by doubling it; using a simple mixture of sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, poppy seeds, and flax meal in place of their "Harvest Grains Blend" (something I have never tried, but that can be found here); and by rewording the formula to reflect exactly how I assembled it. (You can use fed or unfed starter; I used fed.) I did most of the kneading by hand, and didn't have a dough that was nearly as sticky as the original recipe warns. This is a well-textured loaf that will stay fresh and soft longer than many leaner breads. I used olive oil in it, and that flavor clearly comes through; if you aren't crazy about olive oil, be sure and use a vegetable oil instead. The sourness from the KAF starter was indeed very mild. I think maybe as my new starter matures, it'll take on more character, especially when used in long-proofing bread. It should be interesting to see how it evolves over the next few years/decades/centuries. Stay tuned!
Full Disclosure: Hey, in case you're wondering, I'm just naturally a big fan of King Arthur Flour products and recipes. I was not compensated in any way to wax rhapsodic about their stuff, nor have I ever gotten anything free from them (like, ever). I confess that I just love KAF. Heck, I wish the company was headquartered in Michigan so I could camp on their doorstep, dough-whisk in hand, an unrepentant and flour-dusted bread-groupie.
Three-Seed Sourdough Sandwich Bread
(For a printable version of this recipe, click here!)
Makes two standard-size loaves.
1 and 1/2 cup liquid sourdough starter, fed or unfed (I used fed; this recipe uses the starter more as a flavoring than as a leavener [it also includes commercial yeast for leavening], so it's okay if you use unfed. This type of liquid starter is the consistency of thick, stretchy, sticky pancake batter; it is not a solid starter. Here's a link from King Arthur Flour that will show you how to make a starter from scratch, in case you have never tried it; note that making one from scratch takes at least several days. It's worth the trouble. Once you've got your own starter up and running, the sky's the limit!)
1 and 1/3 (up to 1 and 1/2 cups) lukewarm water
2 tablespoons olive oil or vegetable oil (I used olive oil, which definitely adds a distinct flavor.)
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
2 and 1/2 teaspoons salt (I used coarse kosher salt.)
3 cups (or slightly less) unbleached all-purpose flour
1 cup plain potato flakes or 1/2 cup potato flour (I used unflavored potato flakes, the dehydrated stuff you can buy to make mashed potatoes.)
1 cup white whole wheat flour or whole wheat flour (I used white whole wheat.)
2/3 cup (total) combined mixture of sunflower seeds, poppy seeds, sesame seeds, and flax meal
4 teaspoons of instant yeast
In the large bowl of your mixer (or, if you prefer, do this by hand), combine all of the dry ingredients and gently mix them together using the paddle attachment on the lowest speed. Add in the sourdough starter, water, and oil. Mix for a couple of minutes until a nice sticky dough has started to form. At this point, if you want to stick with the mixer, switch to the dough hook and mix on low speed for about four more minutes, until the dough is smooth and elastic; if you want to knead the dough by hand, dust a clean work surface with a small handful of all-purpose flour, and knead the dough until it's smooth and elastic (this took me about seven minutes by hand).
Put the dough into a bowl that's been greased, oiled, or sprayed with vegetable spray (I did the latter). Cover the bowl with a piece of greased, oiled, etc. plastic wrap, and then cover that with a lightweight dish towel. Let the dough rise in a draft-free spot for up to about two hours, until it's doubled or almost doubled (mine was doubled at 90 minutes; that's it below, looking nice and puffy).
Lightly grease two standard-size loaf pans (I always use a pastry brush to coat bread pans with vegetable shortening). When the dough has risen sufficiently, dump it out onto a barely flour-dusted work surface (the less flour added at this point the better) and gently deflate the dough. With a bench knife or sharp chef's knife cut it into two equal pieces. Round each piece with your hands, pulling slightly downward on the tops to create surface tension. Let them rest, covered with the greased plastic wrap, for about 12 minutes.
Uncover the pieces and form them into loaves, being careful to tightly pinch closed all seams; place the pieces, seam-side down, into their pans.
Lightly cover the pans with the greased plastic wrap, and cover that with the dishtowel. Place the pans in a draft-free spot that is a little warmer than room temperature.
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.
Let the loaves proof (have their final rise) until the dough rises at least 1" over the top of the pan. Carefully uncover the risen loaves. Mist them with water (use a squirt bottle; if you don't have one, wet your hands and very gently pat the tops of the loaves) right before you put them in the oven. Place them in the preheated oven on the middle rack, and quickly squirt your mister into the oven to create a quick burst of steam (be careful not to aim for the lightbulb).
Bake for about 20 minutes and then check to see if the bread is browning too quickly; if so, lightly tent the loaves with foil. They should be done in about 30-35 minutes (total time), when the crust is dark golden, and the internal temperature is at least 190 degrees inside. You can check by poking an instant-read thermometer into the bottom of each loaf. (I very often do this, just to be on the safe side. You'll know it's under-baked bread if the inside is kind of gummy/heavy even after it's cooled.) Take the finished loaves out of their pans and set them on a rack. Melt one or two tablespoons of unsalted butter and use a pastry brush to lightly coat the tops of the loaves while they're still warm. Let them cool almost completely before you slice them.
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C.J. Chenier at The Ordway in St. Paul, MN
Quote of the Day: You play zydeco and you see the shoes flying off. You can't come to my show and stay unhappy all night long. You're going to break a smile and stomp your foot before long. This is happy music, and it makes you dance. C.J. Chenier, quote in the program from Chenier's performance at The Ordway Performing Arts Center in St. Paul, MN.
Check out C.J. Chenier and the Red Hot Louisana Band if they're coming to your neck of the woods. Wear your boa. Grab your favorite dance partner, and get ready to party! (If you go to his website, click on his name and you'll get a sampling of his energetic zydeco music.)
Go. Create. Inspire!
Journaling Prompt: What kind of music makes your shoes come off?
It was a dance party at The Ordway last night. The opening band, The Butanes and Wille Walker, brought the folks out on the dance floor up by the stage. A few of us small town girls held back unitl C.J. appeared with his magnetic musical personality and his energetic band. One guy was playing spoons on a metal vest that he wore on his chest. He was interesting to watch! Some people came dressed for Mardi Gras with hats and boas and beads and sparkly shirts. The rest of us looked like normal Mid-Westerners, mid-winter.
When C.J. and the metal vest playin' guy came down from the stage and walked through the crowd, nearly everyone was up and shakin' something. They were part of the the party and the party-goers were part of the music.
Listening to zydeco, a Cajun inspired form of blues, jazz and soul, makes you feel like having a barbeque down in the bayou with jambalaya and a mojito with fresh mint. It renewed my desire to visit New Orleans. (Hey, Chef, let's plan our next trip!)
C.J. Chenier, Photo by George Balthazar
Go. Create. Inspire!
Journaling Prompt: What kind of music makes your shoes come off?
Friday, February 8, 2013
The Biggest Little House in the Forest, Play Review
Quote of the Day: There's always room for one more! Said anyone who's ever opened their home for guests.
Autumn Ness uses her outstanding theatrical skills to tell us the story of Bernice the Butterfly, her little house, and her big heart in The Biggest Little House in the Forest by Rosanna Staffa, adapted from the book by Djemma Bider.
When you walk into the theatre, you can pick out sock puppets to wear on your feet which makes you feel like you're already part of the show. My sister and I giggled as we set our boots on the rack and slipped the socks on our feet. We asked the sock attendant to take our picture! Then my Right Side Puppet tapped her Left Side Puppet and said, "Hey, wanna see a show today?" Her Lefty said, "Yes!" We slid on into the theatre, right behind the little guy making noises. His mom said, "No shooting noises in the theatre." You don't hear that every day!
My sister and I were thinking that's what we want to do with our Art Spa. Invite them all, big and small, worried or confident. We'll find room for all of you. Make a bed here. Add chair to the table there. The more the merrier!
Photo by Dan Norman, featuring Autumn Ness and Bernie the Butterfly
Autumn Ness uses her outstanding theatrical skills to tell us the story of Bernice the Butterfly, her little house, and her big heart in The Biggest Little House in the Forest by Rosanna Staffa, adapted from the book by Djemma Bider.
When you walk into the theatre, you can pick out sock puppets to wear on your feet which makes you feel like you're already part of the show. My sister and I giggled as we set our boots on the rack and slipped the socks on our feet. We asked the sock attendant to take our picture! Then my Right Side Puppet tapped her Left Side Puppet and said, "Hey, wanna see a show today?" Her Lefty said, "Yes!" We slid on into the theatre, right behind the little guy making noises. His mom said, "No shooting noises in the theatre." You don't hear that every day!
This show is designed for even the smallest of theatre fans to enjoy. Everyone from babies to Grandparents were there. One little girl, Pink Tutu, was so excited about the noises, that she got up and told her Grandpa, "It's in her pocket." Later Pink Tutu collected the feathers from the pillow fight scene that landed in the audience. I heard kids giggling and trying to talk to the puppets. The boy next to us had the best laugh. What a hoot to have him in the audience. Some of them got so excited they stood up, or whispered to their moms, or handed out feathers to other kids (Pink Tutu).
Photo by Dan Norman. Autumn Ness and Millie the Mouse
Autumn Ness keeps the energy up and the kids engaged. She throws feathers, blows bubbles, looks at the kids when a new sound breaks in and another character tries to move into the house. It reminded me of when my mom would say, "Put another potato in the pot, more people are coming!" This is a story of adding more friends to the fun and sharing what you have like in The Mitten by Jan Brett or One Dog Canoe by Mary Casanova. Where there's heart room there's house room. Isn't that the saying? But, how much is too much? And, what happens when your generosity is bursting at the seams? Go to the Children's Theatre in Minneapolis to find out what Bernice the Butterfly and her friends do!
Photo by Dan Norman. Turns out the Frog is a great chef, flippin' pancakes and everything!
Photo by Dan Norman
Autumn Ness really knows how to play with her audience. I can imagine many of them will go home, make their own puppets, or use their favorite toys to make their own Biggest Little House in the Forest (or lakeside, or street, or farm, or apartment, or park, or...you get what I mean.) Joy and I are already planning our sock puppet day at the Primo Art Spa.
Go. Create. Inspire!
Journaling Prompt: What makes you giggle?
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
IWSG February 2013
Quote of the Day: And then it was like, wait, you can go to college and study theater? This is almost a racket, you know. And then when the opportunity came along to do it professionally, I thought I'd won the lottery. Tom Hanks
Tom Hanks might have won the lottery as an actor, but I did not win it as a playwright/producer for the Minnesota Fringe Fest. My number, 116, was drawn as #109 on the wait list. I have about as much chance of getting in as an ice sculpture's chance of lasting an afternoon outside in August. Not in the cards for me this year. I'll have to admit, since this is the montly posting for the Insecure Writer's Support Group, that I am both disappointed and relieved. It would have been a huge undertaking. I was already stressing about the script: Should I revise my old one, or write a new one? Would any of the cast members even be interested in doing it again? How could I ask people to commit to five performances in the metro (over two hours away) during the first week of August? Where would we stay? What about my kids? What if the show sucked? What if no one wanted to be in it? What if I couldn't get it together? What if no one came to watch it? What if I...
So, The Committee had already called a meeting inside my head. On the other hand, I told them to meet some other place last month when I threw my name in the lottery. I told them to "pound salt" (one of the Biker Chef's expressions) when they tried to tell me I didn't have what it takes to write a play, cast a play, produce a play, and attract an audience. Seven sold-out performances was their swift kick in the pants.
What I'm saying is, you might be scared. You may have a few self-doubts. Your chances are slim. Do it anyway! Say to yourself, "I can do brave things." Then, go out and do them.
I decided the morning of the lottery pick that if I didn't get chosen, I would write a new play and produce it right here in my backyard (i.e. the coffee shops). So, who's in? Want to come play with me? I already have the title for a second cup of confessions Double Shot!
Read more IWSG posts by visiting the host Alex J. Cavanaugh.
Go. Create. Inspire!
Journaling Prompt: When have you done brave things?
Tom Hanks might have won the lottery as an actor, but I did not win it as a playwright/producer for the Minnesota Fringe Fest. My number, 116, was drawn as #109 on the wait list. I have about as much chance of getting in as an ice sculpture's chance of lasting an afternoon outside in August. Not in the cards for me this year. I'll have to admit, since this is the montly posting for the Insecure Writer's Support Group, that I am both disappointed and relieved. It would have been a huge undertaking. I was already stressing about the script: Should I revise my old one, or write a new one? Would any of the cast members even be interested in doing it again? How could I ask people to commit to five performances in the metro (over two hours away) during the first week of August? Where would we stay? What about my kids? What if the show sucked? What if no one wanted to be in it? What if I couldn't get it together? What if no one came to watch it? What if I...
So, The Committee had already called a meeting inside my head. On the other hand, I told them to meet some other place last month when I threw my name in the lottery. I told them to "pound salt" (one of the Biker Chef's expressions) when they tried to tell me I didn't have what it takes to write a play, cast a play, produce a play, and attract an audience. Seven sold-out performances was their swift kick in the pants.
They crowded in at tables, pulled in extra chairs, and lined the walls to see and hear
Coffee Shop Confessions
What I'm saying is, you might be scared. You may have a few self-doubts. Your chances are slim. Do it anyway! Say to yourself, "I can do brave things." Then, go out and do them.
I decided the morning of the lottery pick that if I didn't get chosen, I would write a new play and produce it right here in my backyard (i.e. the coffee shops). So, who's in? Want to come play with me? I already have the title for a second cup of confessions Double Shot!
Read more IWSG posts by visiting the host Alex J. Cavanaugh.
Go. Create. Inspire!
Journaling Prompt: When have you done brave things?
Monday, February 4, 2013
First Ever Waffle Sunday
Quote of the Day: You should eat a waffle! You can't be sad if you eat a waffle! Lauren Myracle
Waffles are just awesome bread. John Green
(quotes found on Goodreads)
P.S. I'm a little nervous about the Fringe Fest.
Waffles are just awesome bread. John Green
(quotes found on Goodreads)
My church closed and I'm feeling a little sad, so I said to my sister, "Let's do something fun on Sunday so I don't feel so sad about not having my church anymore." We chose to have our First Ever Waffle Sunday. We actually have grandiose ideas about Waffle Sundays for our future home of the Primo Art Spa. We'll call it Waffles and Words and people can stop over for these most delicious waffles and have a chance to share their writing - poetry or stories, or have open mic where they could sing or read. I think it would be a hoot.
For our First Ever Waffle Sunday, we invited Krista, the publicist extraordinaire, and her four children. Our waffle party had rave reviews. I'll give you a pictoral recap.
Here is the recipe for Liege Belgian Waffles with Pearl Sugar from Allrecipes. Joy's friend had been to Europe and raved about the delicious waffles there and vowed to come home and recreate, if not perfect, them.
Joy, preparing the dough and the waffle iron.
These waffles have yeast in them, so you need to let them rise a little before frying.
You need to form the dough, then put it on the waffle iron.
The waiting is the hardest part.
When will the green "ready" light come on?
We served them with fresh fruit, home-made granola, an easy egg bake, whipped cream and chocolate sauce (genache).
Everything was beautiful and tasty.
The company was delightful.
When this expands into serving many guests, we'll make up the waffles ahead of time. They freeze well and can be warmed in an oven.
In other news: Tonight, the Minnesota Fringe Fest will be doing their lottery and choosing the lucky 165 (out of over 400 entries) productions for the 2013 Fringe Fest. I'm #116. Does that sound like a lucky number? I don't know. I'll reveal the results on Wednesday during the Insecure Writer's Support Group post. Yay, I'll have lots to write about no matter what the results!!!
Now, on to creating, dreaming, and discovering.
Go. Create. Inspire!
Journaling Prompt: Have you ever tried out a new recipe on friends or family? Are you in for the Fringe Fest lottery? What's your lucky number?
P.S. I'm a little nervous about the Fringe Fest.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Happy Birthday to Me!
I sat up in my bed, pillows propped up and my favorite blankets wrapped all around me. Cozy. Wes SURPRISED me with a new camera. Yay! The kids came in, too, and showered me with handmade art, creatively wrapped in baby blankets or otherwise tucked behind their backs while I promised to close my eyes.
Hugs.
Kisses.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
The kids all got escorted downstairs for breakfast and Wes locked the door behind them.
Alone time for me. I got back to my propped up pillows and being wrapped up in my favorite blankets. A whole morning to read, write, prep my primary lesson, and pray ON MY OWN. A hugely appreciated birthday gift.
Thanks, Wes. Thanks kids.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Primo Art Spa Hosts Successful Event
Quote of the Day: This is the best party ever! Rebekkah, age 5, who painted with us at our Primo Art Spa Event last week. The results are in: A successful event that drew out the artists and inspired us.
Journaling Prompt: What kind of classes, private lessons, or group events would you like to attend?
I made a plate, that I thought looked like gummy worms, to be a plate to use for celebrations, whenever you need to feel BRILLIANT!
My younger sister, Joy Ciaffoni, and I have teamed up to form the Primo Art Spa to support the arts and artists in the Brainerd lakes area and beyond. We are taking new clients and looking at what group classes we can offer. If you have a request, let us know. If you'd like to connect online, go to our blog Primo Art Spa, or email us at primoartspa@gmail.com.
My signature send-off is on the back.
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