Ian and I have bought the frozen grands biscuits a few times because they are easy to make and you can make just two at a time if you want! I thought we still had some in the freezer when I decided Sunday's dinner would be chili and biscuits.
I was therefore surprised, but not dismayed when I rooted around amidst the steam buns and popsicles, frozen fruit and frozen okra, and nary a frozen biscuit was found.
"Guess I get to practice biscuits tonight!" and "Oooh! Ian will be excited!" were my thoughts. I've never made biscuits from scratch on my own before, yet I recently had practice with a similar treat, so I knew a few moments to keep an eye out for.
I looked up a buttermilk cheddar biscuit recipe (to use up what we still have in the fridge) on food network (thank you Ina) and Ian came home just in time to flour my rolling surface and say "The way I used to make them, for what it's worth..." he started.
"Thanks for adding the what it's worth part, otherwise I would have thought you were telling me what to do," I said. (which for some reason I get quite finicky about when cooking) "Go on."
"If you want nice layered biscuits, you roll out the dough too thin and then fold it over on itself and roll it out again. You could repeat that three times or so. Sometimes I would brush butter in between the layers, but you don't have to do that."
"I should think not! There's already a stick and a half in here," I exclaimed.
The biscuits were then rolled out, folded over, rolled out, folded over, rolled out again and cut into rectangles, laid down on the scrap of parchment paper I had left and popped into the fully pre-heated oven at 425 deg. 25 minutes later delicious smelling/looking bread square fluffy layered mouth contraptions came out and we enjoyed our chili and biscuits.
Ian was surprisingly non-chalant when I told him I think I'll add biscuits to my repertoire. "That means I have to make them until I can do it from memory, at least 3 more times."
"I'll eat biscuits three more times," is all he said.
Battling the worrywart
I've been a worrier for longer than I can remember. Most times my mild worrying has beneficial outcomes that outweigh its costs. I'm punctual because I worry about being late. I'm rarely injured because I worry-wonder whether the proposed activity will cause injury. Worrying about the possible negative outcomes has enhanced my logical thinking, and I'm a pretty good strategist.
I used to worry if you'd think I was smart and/or pretty. I would worry that I hadn't read enough books, or I'd say something "wrong" or that the IRS would come after us, or someone would discover something about me that would make them not like me anymore.
The other day I realized I was worrying while baking the scones. I have rarely baked from scratch and I worried if the butter was cold enough, if the dough would come out right or not. Once I realized I was worrying about scones, I also realized I need to take a more proactive approach to battling the worrywart.
I don't need to worry about whether the scones will taste good, or if the other people in my swim class will think I'm oversuited if I wear my brand new swim goggles AND brand new swim cap.
Actually it was the anticipation of my swim class that got my mind off the fate of the scones. Once I became aware of the worrywart, I just imagined myself floating in the pool when I visited my brother in November and in turn imagined how I could let all the stress float away when I got to my swim class today.
The trick is to cultivate a way to let go of the worries that you can't do anything about/ don't matter. A while back I had a "worry jar." Back when I had a daily sit-around, I would write down my worries and put them away into the worry jar. Every-so-often I'd go back through and read and sort them. The worries about events that had passed or I no longer worried about got torn up and tossed in the trash. Worries I could do something about transitioned, and worries that were still worries just got put back away into the jar.
I need a portable system, something that can go around with me for all those worries that just come up along the way. You know, the ones that you think about when, even if you can do something about the issue, you can't do anything about it right then. You think of it and then it fades just out of reach when you are sitting down and ready to tackle the world. You still feel the oppressed by it, in your subconscious, but you don't realize it.
With all this in mind, I decided to make a worry envelope. One day passed, then two days passed and I'd not made one yet. "I need to make this simpler," I thought to myself. Afterall, I haven't done any papercrafting in months, yet I have a ton of little notebooks. "Maybe I can just add an envelope to the inside of one of those."
And that's what I did. Using an absolutely gorgeous palm sized notebook my mom gave me, I added a little clear sticky envelope to the back to store the worries in their "put away" stage. I broke a pencil in half to make it fit the same pocket size and wrote my swim class worries down, folded up the page and put it away into the envelope.
"worries about swim lesson: i won't be any good, i'll look foolish, i won't stick with it, i'll get sick from the bike ride (wet hair), my bike will get a flat tire on my way there, i'll be late"
I did check my tire pressure (good enough), and I left early (first day of school and all), but other than that I'm pleased to say: the happy anticipation of swimming and floating totally canceled out the rest.
And now I'm tearing up these worries! See Rachel, no need to worry! Everything turned out fine! You took care of what you could (bicycle maintenance, leaving early) and the rest didn't matter. Oh, and the scones were delicious even with burnt bottoms.
Now it's time to go bake some oven fries and spicy cod fillets for dinner.
I used to worry if you'd think I was smart and/or pretty. I would worry that I hadn't read enough books, or I'd say something "wrong" or that the IRS would come after us, or someone would discover something about me that would make them not like me anymore.
The other day I realized I was worrying while baking the scones. I have rarely baked from scratch and I worried if the butter was cold enough, if the dough would come out right or not. Once I realized I was worrying about scones, I also realized I need to take a more proactive approach to battling the worrywart.
I don't need to worry about whether the scones will taste good, or if the other people in my swim class will think I'm oversuited if I wear my brand new swim goggles AND brand new swim cap.
Actually it was the anticipation of my swim class that got my mind off the fate of the scones. Once I became aware of the worrywart, I just imagined myself floating in the pool when I visited my brother in November and in turn imagined how I could let all the stress float away when I got to my swim class today.
The trick is to cultivate a way to let go of the worries that you can't do anything about/ don't matter. A while back I had a "worry jar." Back when I had a daily sit-around, I would write down my worries and put them away into the worry jar. Every-so-often I'd go back through and read and sort them. The worries about events that had passed or I no longer worried about got torn up and tossed in the trash. Worries I could do something about transitioned, and worries that were still worries just got put back away into the jar.
I need a portable system, something that can go around with me for all those worries that just come up along the way. You know, the ones that you think about when, even if you can do something about the issue, you can't do anything about it right then. You think of it and then it fades just out of reach when you are sitting down and ready to tackle the world. You still feel the oppressed by it, in your subconscious, but you don't realize it.
With all this in mind, I decided to make a worry envelope. One day passed, then two days passed and I'd not made one yet. "I need to make this simpler," I thought to myself. Afterall, I haven't done any papercrafting in months, yet I have a ton of little notebooks. "Maybe I can just add an envelope to the inside of one of those."
And that's what I did. Using an absolutely gorgeous palm sized notebook my mom gave me, I added a little clear sticky envelope to the back to store the worries in their "put away" stage. I broke a pencil in half to make it fit the same pocket size and wrote my swim class worries down, folded up the page and put it away into the envelope.
"worries about swim lesson: i won't be any good, i'll look foolish, i won't stick with it, i'll get sick from the bike ride (wet hair), my bike will get a flat tire on my way there, i'll be late"
I did check my tire pressure (good enough), and I left early (first day of school and all), but other than that I'm pleased to say: the happy anticipation of swimming and floating totally canceled out the rest.
And now I'm tearing up these worries! See Rachel, no need to worry! Everything turned out fine! You took care of what you could (bicycle maintenance, leaving early) and the rest didn't matter. Oh, and the scones were delicious even with burnt bottoms.
Now it's time to go bake some oven fries and spicy cod fillets for dinner.
Bonus Delicious -- Blackberry Buttermilk Scones
Today I woke up early and using a recipe from Martha's Everyday Food mag, made Blackberry Scones! (the recipe is for raspberry, but that's an easy substitute)
The scones are part of one of my new goals for 2011, but I haven't got all that sorted yet. For now, they will just be a bonus delicious.
Next time I make them I'm going to make sure to preheat the oven all the way (I burned the bottoms because I put them in while the oven was still warming up to 400 deg) and let the food processor stay on its shelf.
The texture is very light, totally different than what I expect from a scone since I'm used to coffee shop triangle wedges of heavy delicious. "They're like a biscuit" I said to Ian. "Well, yeah! I don't understand why people don't realize that. . . it's the same recipe (mostly)"
You'll see at least three more batches of scones from me this year. I want to put them in my repertoire which means being able to make and bake them without a recipe.
The scones are part of one of my new goals for 2011, but I haven't got all that sorted yet. For now, they will just be a bonus delicious.
Next time I make them I'm going to make sure to preheat the oven all the way (I burned the bottoms because I put them in while the oven was still warming up to 400 deg) and let the food processor stay on its shelf.
The texture is very light, totally different than what I expect from a scone since I'm used to coffee shop triangle wedges of heavy delicious. "They're like a biscuit" I said to Ian. "Well, yeah! I don't understand why people don't realize that. . . it's the same recipe (mostly)"
You'll see at least three more batches of scones from me this year. I want to put them in my repertoire which means being able to make and bake them without a recipe.
Pre-emptive Postcard -- Open Hands will Open Throats
My friend Liz ordered a pre-emptive postcard for her beau with a line of lyrics. "Open Hands will Open Throats" While my initial abstract imaginations were super gory, I'm not a gory drawer, so it translated. I love it. And so did Liz, and Ritchie (rich-e?Richie?Ritchie?).
You can order your own pre-emptive postcard here. You come up with the title for a drawing that doesn't exist yet, and I'll draw your drawing and send your postcard in the mail.
You can order your own pre-emptive postcard here. You come up with the title for a drawing that doesn't exist yet, and I'll draw your drawing and send your postcard in the mail.
update! Goal 018 -- make a puppet ACCOMPLISHED
Jasper? Egon? Levi? Norman? My sea monster puppet still needs a name, and that's the only thing he's missing! Which means my goal 018-- make a puppet is officially ACCOMPLISHED!
Likes: crill, having his jowls scratched, hide and seek with the dolphins, occasionally scaring the bejesus out of passing sailors, munching on seaweed.
Dislikes: water pollution, electric eels, motor boats, soda pop's existence
Levi's pretty friendly, but finds it difficult to make friends because the other creatures are too intimidated by his scaly appearance. The dolphins are the only ones playful enough to get to know him, and Levi is thankful for that. Sometimes, he helps his neighboring dolphin clan when a young dolphin has to prove them-self, by scaring the bejesus out of a passing sailboat. Sometimes the sailors jump ship (which is the opposite of what I would do but hey) and the dolphins comes to the rescue. The youngest dolphin has to gain the trust of the sailor and tow him to safety. Which propagates a few deep sea legends. Levi doesn't mind the humans being scared of him because he feels that will protect their habitat longer than if the humans thought he was friendly.
Likes: crill, having his jowls scratched, hide and seek with the dolphins, occasionally scaring the bejesus out of passing sailors, munching on seaweed.
Dislikes: water pollution, electric eels, motor boats, soda pop's existence
Levi's pretty friendly, but finds it difficult to make friends because the other creatures are too intimidated by his scaly appearance. The dolphins are the only ones playful enough to get to know him, and Levi is thankful for that. Sometimes, he helps his neighboring dolphin clan when a young dolphin has to prove them-self, by scaring the bejesus out of a passing sailboat. Sometimes the sailors jump ship (which is the opposite of what I would do but hey) and the dolphins comes to the rescue. The youngest dolphin has to gain the trust of the sailor and tow him to safety. Which propagates a few deep sea legends. Levi doesn't mind the humans being scared of him because he feels that will protect their habitat longer than if the humans thought he was friendly.
Accomplished! goal 101-- 12/12 new dishes Empanadas!
Woo-Hoo! Last night I made Empanadas which concludes my year long goal of cooking one new dish a month for 12 months! I'm already thinking up a twist on this goal for 2011, maybe one dish/meal from every continent? Maybe finding and using one ingredient I've never used before (like celery root, or some of those asian vegetables).
Before I could get started cooking I had to clean our little, dirty, dirty, kitchen. Not just because it's easier to cook with all the counter tops clean, but also because I didn't want old crusted splatters on the stove in my photos.
I mentioned in my last goal 101 post that the dish was inspired by a Food Network show, so I looked to the Food Network website for the recipe. I found it, but it made mention that they had scaled it down from a bulk recipe and none of their chefs had tried it in the proportions written. After conferring with Joy of Cooking, and Bobby Flay's recipe for Empanada dough I called Ian to get his professional opinion on the amount of salt and sugar to use. We agreed that where it said "tablespoon" I should replace it with "teaspoon" and it would work fine.
Everybody was together for a nice picture before getting beat up into dough. I love my little pink prep bowls. They have lines inside so each one can give you two measurements. The smallest is an 1/8 cup to the halfway line and 1/4 filled all the way up.
I like the sifted mountain of flour as evidenced by it getting two photos by itself. It just looks so neat! You can also notice the difference in color as the top photo uses a flash and the next one did not. I tried taking pictures without a flash, but our kitchen is too dim and they kept coming out blurry.
I was nervous about making the dough and perhaps in a chicken/egg scenario I then forgot to add the egg to the food processor. I hear Ina Garten's gentle voice saying, "You don't want to blend it too long or it wouldn't be flaky." I also heard the recipe's voice saying "it should turn into a ball." "Why isn't this working?!" I huffed to myself. Well, because I didn't have the stuff in there to hold it all together of course! It came out fine in the end, afterall, the little pies were headed to the deep fryer.
The recipe called for Sofrito and Adobo yet did not give recipes for them so it was back to the computer as the dough was chilling in the fridge. Sofrito I learned can be any number of things. Sweet peppers, cilantro, garlic are the main ingredients and then in any amount you want sort of, maybe? This one says to cook it. This one says just to mash it up in a mocajete. This one says to cook it and add oregano and black pepper, but the recipe has that coming later. Hmm.
I decided to mash it up and then cook it down too. It went into it's own little pan as I sauteed the onions.
After the onions were softening in the cast iron over medium high heat, I added my Sofrito and the tomato paste and some red pepper, and oregano, black pepper and salt, and the rest of the cilantro. On the show he used Culantro as well. Ian and I both saw it and said "Where can we get some!?" Still no idea, yet it's on the list of things to try.
Ian got home just in time to roll out the dough. This was a labor intensive recipe, from start to finish. I was back and forth to the computer deciphering the secret messages of the chef, I was mincing peppers and onions (wearing my old swim goggles, of course), and wondering if that had been enough of such-and-such because the recipe was a little vague. So I was happy Ian showed up willing to roll out the dough instead of going straight to his unwind haven cave.
Load up the top half of the dough circle with the beef mixture, fold up the bottom, pinch the ends together and then roll it in on itself from one side to the other.
We debated between our baby deep fryer and using a pan. Considering the pan we'd need for frying is the cast iron that I had dirty with beef yum, and our little deep fryer already had oil in it, we chose the easier route.
Delightful, golden brown, little hand pies of delicious is what these are! The dough was fine, though I think if that egg had jumped into it sooner they would be better. The beef mixture was flavorful without being too spicy, and if I had remembered to salt it in the pan, it would've had the perfect flavor balance.
The only other thing that would have made these better is if we'd remembered about the Guava sauce on our grocery day and bought Guava paste. I think that fruity sauce would have highlighted the flavors in the empanada and made it a more complete delicious.
It was nothing but smiles though as we ate our little hand pies. Delicious little hand pies. Too much work to add into the rotation, it was just a lot of work. I am keeping the Sofrito idea handy though because it is meant to be used as a base, and it works so well! One "recipe" I found for it online mentioned using an extra ice cube tray to freeze little sofrito cubes for use later. I might hop on that train.
That wraps up my new dish goal! Goal 101 is officially ACCOMPLISHED!
Before I could get started cooking I had to clean our little, dirty, dirty, kitchen. Not just because it's easier to cook with all the counter tops clean, but also because I didn't want old crusted splatters on the stove in my photos.
| Our little kitchen. While I think most people want more counter space, we really could use more. |
I mentioned in my last goal 101 post that the dish was inspired by a Food Network show, so I looked to the Food Network website for the recipe. I found it, but it made mention that they had scaled it down from a bulk recipe and none of their chefs had tried it in the proportions written. After conferring with Joy of Cooking, and Bobby Flay's recipe for Empanada dough I called Ian to get his professional opinion on the amount of salt and sugar to use. We agreed that where it said "tablespoon" I should replace it with "teaspoon" and it would work fine.
Everybody was together for a nice picture before getting beat up into dough. I love my little pink prep bowls. They have lines inside so each one can give you two measurements. The smallest is an 1/8 cup to the halfway line and 1/4 filled all the way up.
I like the sifted mountain of flour as evidenced by it getting two photos by itself. It just looks so neat! You can also notice the difference in color as the top photo uses a flash and the next one did not. I tried taking pictures without a flash, but our kitchen is too dim and they kept coming out blurry.
| I was so tickled by the flour mountain, my amazement was a child-like awe. You should find something to make you wonder like a kid again. |
The recipe called for Sofrito and Adobo yet did not give recipes for them so it was back to the computer as the dough was chilling in the fridge. Sofrito I learned can be any number of things. Sweet peppers, cilantro, garlic are the main ingredients and then in any amount you want sort of, maybe? This one says to cook it. This one says just to mash it up in a mocajete. This one says to cook it and add oregano and black pepper, but the recipe has that coming later. Hmm.
I decided to mash it up and then cook it down too. It went into it's own little pan as I sauteed the onions.
| The mash-it-up portion of the Rachel doesn't know game. |
After the onions were softening in the cast iron over medium high heat, I added my Sofrito and the tomato paste and some red pepper, and oregano, black pepper and salt, and the rest of the cilantro. On the show he used Culantro as well. Ian and I both saw it and said "Where can we get some!?" Still no idea, yet it's on the list of things to try.
| The peppers and onions etc softening up pre-beef. |
| During the Bobby Flay Throwdown, the other chef used his flour sifter as the circle cutter for his empanadas and I thought "How clever!" so I did too! |
Load up the top half of the dough circle with the beef mixture, fold up the bottom, pinch the ends together and then roll it in on itself from one side to the other.
We debated between our baby deep fryer and using a pan. Considering the pan we'd need for frying is the cast iron that I had dirty with beef yum, and our little deep fryer already had oil in it, we chose the easier route.
Delightful, golden brown, little hand pies of delicious is what these are! The dough was fine, though I think if that egg had jumped into it sooner they would be better. The beef mixture was flavorful without being too spicy, and if I had remembered to salt it in the pan, it would've had the perfect flavor balance.
The only other thing that would have made these better is if we'd remembered about the Guava sauce on our grocery day and bought Guava paste. I think that fruity sauce would have highlighted the flavors in the empanada and made it a more complete delicious.
It was nothing but smiles though as we ate our little hand pies. Delicious little hand pies. Too much work to add into the rotation, it was just a lot of work. I am keeping the Sofrito idea handy though because it is meant to be used as a base, and it works so well! One "recipe" I found for it online mentioned using an extra ice cube tray to freeze little sofrito cubes for use later. I might hop on that train.
That wraps up my new dish goal! Goal 101 is officially ACCOMPLISHED!
goal 101-- 11/12 cook a new dish
Ian and I were on the road for the entire month of November. It is an adventure that I know I am very special to have been able to experience.
I'm giving myself a pass on the "new dish" for November. While I didn't cook anything new, there were plenty of new eating extravaganzas and when you add them all up I think they are perfectly aligned with the motivation behind this goal.
For instance, our second morning of the trip (while we were waiting for the AAA guy to come after our car broke down on the FIRST night!), we made camp-stove breakfast in the vestibule of a rest area in Idaho just North of Utah. That is a first.
With only three days left in December, I need to get my hiney in gear with a new dish for this last month and 12/12 for this goal. I'm inspired to make Empanadas. I told Ian I've made them before so it wouldn't count. He said that since they were baked (opposed to fried like these will be), and how I can't remember what city I was living in or what they're filling was: those first ones don't count. He says Empanadas will count as a New Dish for my goal 101. I'm fit to agree with him, especially after having our appetites whet by the empanadas chef Frank Maldonando made on an episode of Throw Down with Bobby Flay. I may or may not use his recipe.
Goal 101 may be the longest recurring goal I've ever consciously worked toward. I don't remember every saving up to buy a bicycle or anything like that. I'm getting giddy with anticipation to check this one off the list! I almost thought I'd blown it because I didn't have a new dish for November. Then I remembered one of the great things about goals, you can change them and sometimes you're still working toward what you had set your mind to even if it's not the literal translation.
Stay tuned for some Empanadas so good looking you'll be looking for a ticket to Portland!
I'm giving myself a pass on the "new dish" for November. While I didn't cook anything new, there were plenty of new eating extravaganzas and when you add them all up I think they are perfectly aligned with the motivation behind this goal.
For instance, our second morning of the trip (while we were waiting for the AAA guy to come after our car broke down on the FIRST night!), we made camp-stove breakfast in the vestibule of a rest area in Idaho just North of Utah. That is a first.
| Fine dining at my Dad's house. A multi-course meal after a work day! The sea-food soup (name escapes me) was awesome, and I tried lamb, it was delicious. Also a first. |
| Thai 9 is always on the list of eateries when we visit Dayton, OH. My mouth waters just thinking about it. This is the eel lunch special. |
| It was quite a spread at the Thanks-o-ween dinner. All sorts of yummy veggies and foods. |
| Knowing we would be visiting New Orleans later that week, Ian made sure while we were in Asheville, NC that we ordered the beignets at Mayfel's so we could compare them to those of Cafe Dumonde. |
| While it was rumored to be the best pizza ever, we realized the by-the-slice doesn't offer you the creme of the crop at Satchel's. We are eating in the front of the VW bus that is parked in the yard of the restaurant. |
| Some lawn-sitting. Ian's favorite Florida past-time. While in Gainesville we were treated to another thanksgiving proportion feast (and given a to-go platter of delicious pulled pork and sides). |
| Jeff and Ian. Also, the slow cooker. Not featured, the deep fryer with which we figured out the best way to deep fry nori, and whole baby red potatoes, a culinary first for me! |
| Cooking over the fire pit at Cape San Blas Florida. While we only got to spend one night at this magical haven, it was relaxing enough to last another week. |
| So glad we got to have Po'Boys while in NOLA. I tried soft shell crab for the first time. |
| My brother's delicious!!! vegan pancakes (setting on top of a Fajita painted platter). |
| Best tacos I've ever had? I think so, Torchy's Tacos in Austin were super duper delish. |
| Family style barbeque at the Salt Lick somewhere outside of Austin, TX. Piles of food that they just keep refilling and they let you take left-overs! Man! |
With only three days left in December, I need to get my hiney in gear with a new dish for this last month and 12/12 for this goal. I'm inspired to make Empanadas. I told Ian I've made them before so it wouldn't count. He said that since they were baked (opposed to fried like these will be), and how I can't remember what city I was living in or what they're filling was: those first ones don't count. He says Empanadas will count as a New Dish for my goal 101. I'm fit to agree with him, especially after having our appetites whet by the empanadas chef Frank Maldonando made on an episode of Throw Down with Bobby Flay. I may or may not use his recipe.
Goal 101 may be the longest recurring goal I've ever consciously worked toward. I don't remember every saving up to buy a bicycle or anything like that. I'm getting giddy with anticipation to check this one off the list! I almost thought I'd blown it because I didn't have a new dish for November. Then I remembered one of the great things about goals, you can change them and sometimes you're still working toward what you had set your mind to even if it's not the literal translation.
Stay tuned for some Empanadas so good looking you'll be looking for a ticket to Portland!
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