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Not a good night

I was in an all-chocolate mode – chocolate spritz and world peace, but somehow it just wasn’t a good night. I didn’t feel so good, and got a bit of late start because I went out Waisman’s to pick up our pork. David & Molly & their kids raised two pigs, Mazel and Tov, and I went in with Anna & Terese on a half, divided into various cuts such as ham and roasts and sausages.

Anyways, it’s probably not possible to wreck the world peace cookies, but the spritz gave me a hard time. I think maybe I’m going to have to retire my aluminum cookie gun that’s almost as old as me. Every time I had to touch the plunger part that pushes the dough out, grey aluminum crud came off on my hands. That part doesn’t touch the dough, but still. And nothing’s tight on it anymore – the extruding end wanted to fall off, and the handle is loose, and my hand hurt by the time the cookies were made. I checked the Madison Recyclopedia and evidently I could chuck the whole thing in the bin, box and all, because that’s cardboard – but I probably won’t. I’ll probably put it back up in the back of the high closet where I’ve been storing it, along with my cookie buckets, steamed pudding molds, and TidBits lunch box. And maybe get myself a new one, too. The spritz cookies make a lot of rejects – I always break a bunch just taking them off the pan. And the last 10 or 12 went weird – the color on the M&Ms melted and flowed into the cracks in the cookies – which was worrisome, because it made me wonder if my oven temperature is getting unreliable – did it just go wack after being set to 400° for an hour, and get so hot it melted the candy paint!?

I intended to make the Rose’s crescents, too, but it just became a 2-kind kind of night. It was after midnight by the time I was cleaned up, and went to bed. I did get a chance to take a few more pictures in the morning, so I filled in with a few kinds baked early, that had not posed for their portraits yet. I’ve decided I like the light in the sun room better than the kitchen. I think it’s more North.

Just can’t get to four

The spoon cookie heartbreak (and my day job) meant that the little spoons were my only cookie kind of Thursday. On Friday we went to Chicago for a whirlwind weekend – good deal on a Kimpton Hotel, dinner at the Publican, and Trombone Shorty at Park West. The country ribs, basically a pork chop, were delicious – they are not afraid of sugar & salt at Publican! On Saturday we got up and had a Mimosa with friends and then went to see the Nutcracker at the Auditorium Theater. Followed by another good but not fancy meal at Wishbone. I hadn’t eaten there since I lived in Chicago in the ’90s. I remember going with some friends from Madison  and we were all fighting over the corn muffins.

On Sunday, we were home by 2:30, but I still only completed 3 kinds + made the slice & bake dough logs for the World Peace Cookies. Those were fig bars, Mexican wedding cookies (though this year, given my ethnicity, I’ve been thinking I should start calling them by one of their other names, Russian tea cakes), and some little pistachio sandwiches, from the December ’12 Martha’s Everyday Food – that I just realized is my last one – don’t know how I missed Martha’s announcement in November.

I’ve never gotten a good shot of the Mexican weddings, or whatever you want to call them – white on white powdered sugar is beyond my capabilities as a photographer – tho they always look nice on a tray with other kinds.

 

A few more cookie kinds

My heart is broken

I got up early today to make the dough for the spoon cookies, and decided to multiply the recipe X 5, instead of 4, in the hope of getting a few more of these little charmers. This meant 10 sticks (2 1/2 pounds) of butter, and I was getting mixed up as to whether my multiplier was 10 or 5. I was so happy after I successfully browned the butter, and I got everything cleaned up and headed off to work. About halfway there, I realized that although I had multiplied the sugar &  butter by 5; the 10 sticks, and 3 1/4 cups of sugar, NOT 7 1/2 cups of sugar – I put in 3 TBLS + 1 tsp. of baking soda (1 tsp. x 10). The cookies are really fragile anyways, and all that extra soda would just make them fall apart.

I guess a more conservative scientific cook would have at least test-baked a few, to test if the blowing up from too much soda theory was valid – but I didn’t have the heart to invest anymore time. I threw it out and started over. And actually, I was supported in this move by our current house guest, who’s come from Atlanta to do research here at UW, and who bakes a lot. She pointed out that too much baking soda also tastes really bad – so I would’ve had overly fragile, not even good tasting, cookies.

Dumped dough

12 hours later, 8:30 p.m., about 3/4 of the second batch of dough is baked, and I am listening to my students present online, hoping to get back to baking and jamming by 9:30.

16 hours later, at 12:30 a.m., I went to bed with 153 little spoon cookies resting on trays to set their jam. Means I made over 300 of the little mounds – yikes. And it was my only cookie kind of the day, in an increasingly compacted cookie season. But still, my heart is mending.

2012 spoon cookies – yup, there’s lots of them. And for breakfast this morning I got to have yogurt with ultra-thick cherry/strawberry preserves – the fruit strained out of the jam I used to fill the cookies

Cookie catch up

So I have the ovens all full of meringues – Mark’s, too – since they’re the required gluten free cookie kind for my cookie demo at the Monona Public Library, thus getting a little bit of time for some cookie catch up.

I guess it was a productive weekend – but that didn’t stop me from waking at 5:30 on Monday morning fretting about how am I going to get everything baked.

On Saturday, Rach & I organized a going away brunch for DB & Chris. Since they are heading to Atlanta, the food was Southern-themed. The main dish was a sausage & egg strata, that I made with good Willow Creek sausage and the surplus bread cubes that didn’t go into the Thanksgving stuffing. It’s kind of homage to DB’s mom’s breakfast casserole, that uses wonder bread and Velveeta and Special K. There was ambrosia – I used fresh pineapple and oranges and sweetened coconut, and even though oranges were the 1st navals, and not as good as they should be later in the season, it was a dish that was greater than the sum of its parts. A big green salad, and I put out the roasted beet, blue cheese, and walnut salad that had been a Thanksgiving side dish (so more using up leftovers – since it was a non-paying crowd, I felt free to do so!) And pecan sticky buns and the fruit cake gems for dessert.

Really nice, but an interruption in cookie season.

Cinnamon Stars (Zimtsterne); Ginger creams; Moravian Ginger Thins & sugar-topped snaps made with the leftover UN-rollable dough

I had to run a few errands after the brunch, so I didn’t get down to cookie baking until 4:00 or 5:00 in the afternoon. I made the above – the cinnamon stars, and a big batch of the ginger thins, because they are going to be the required vegan cookie for the demo at the library. I had a memory lapse, and started greasing the cookie sheets with butter, but fortunately remembered vegan requirement. I separated the baked on buttered sheets ones out, and baked the rest on sheets greased with vegan shortening. I frosted the ginger creams, and made all the ruggelach dough.

Sunday was ruggelach day. I spent 3 hours rolling out mine, and then about an hour and a half making the Lora Brody ones. I took a break to watch the Boardwalk Empire season finale, and then made a bunch of the slice & bake doughs, the windmill cookies and the pistachio cranberry slices.

I tried to do four kinds on Monday and just couldn’t so it. I made the cranberry-orange-chocolate chip cookies that I liked a lot last year, and I kept thinking as I scooped them out that the dough was different somehow. I finally realized that I had made them with dried cranberries last year. This year I used the fresh called for in the recipe – the moisture in the cranberries made them a much cakier cookie – almost like muffin tops, IMHO. They’re for the library cookies thing. Then I made the almond cookies with the chocolate stars glued on top – it was the dough that ate New York. I have almost 200 of them.The whole batch of dough wouldn’t fit in my mixer and I had to divide it and recombine – and I had a vague recollection that last year the same thing happened. I made a note on the recipe for future.

And I made linzer thumbprints. Last year I made them as an extra. I made Nutella sandwich cookies with a Dorie Greenspan hazelnut sable dough, and with the dough that couldn’t t be rolled out anymore I made the thumbprints. I liked them better than the sandwiches, so i just made thumbprints this year, but I think that next year I will do my own linzer dough instead of Dorie’s. I’m also going to do a plain butter sable with the Nutella.

Maybe if I had not had so many almond stars I could’ve gotten to four, but tonight I couldn’t do it either. I made the Hootie Swirls ( peanut-butter chocolate brownies) and the chocolate chip meringues for the library cookie event – (they’re the gluten free variety), and the pine nut macaroons. But I just couldn’t make it to four kinds in one day – at least starting after work – I think I can do four kinds easy on a Saturday. I counted and I have 18 kinds left to go, and six days, which means I only need to do three per day and make it. Whew.

rolling ruggelach

Ruggelach brown sugar topping

almond stars

Linzer thumbprints

Wimpy do-over

I seem to have a tradition, at this point in cookie season – or actually on Nov. 30th, which is sometimes earlier and sometimes later in cookie season – of writing a post with “wimpy” in the title. See 2011 and 2010. In 2009, I didn’t post on Nov. 30th, although on Dec. 1 I complained of cookie depression, and on Dec. 2, I broke my thumb.

This year, I am feeling especially wimpy, although not depressed. I am doing over a small batch of springerle, because some of the first batch didn’t puff very well at first, and then got too brown when I baked them longer in the hopes of puff. I might’ve left out the baking powder in half the dough … I was feeling pretty good about the do-over – I beat the eggs longer, and used unbleached flour on the theory that it has more gluten = structure = puff.  I’ve got three different recipes and am cobbling them together; Joy of Cooking, who doesn’t say to beat the eggs at all; the little slip that came with one of my molds, that says to beat 30 minutes; and Rose Levy Berenbaum, who I am kind of disregarding, because she paints her springerle with gold leaf. I mixed them up this morning and left them to air dry, and will bake them tonight. It wasn’t until I was eating one of the rejects for lunch that I realized that this time I’m sure I added the baking powder, but I forgot the grated lemon rind. Sigh.

I also don’t have too many kinds done, yet – and I fear the order’s not right this year – I am already making the ginger creams, and the Zimtsterne – nut cimmy stars – and Moravian ginger thins that keep longer, are coming after. The weather is being a bit more cooperative – it’s 42 now, but in the 50s all weekend, and 60 on Monday. Not good for cookies.

Slow start

Tonight the trouble began when I couldn’t find the anise extract that I bought on Monday morning. To make it even more irritating, the receipt was still in the bag with the extra flour also acquired on that shopping trip, and the anise extract was clearly listed there – and it cost $4.33, so on the expensive side for disappearing before I could use it. Or maybe it was when I broke the 8-cup glass pitcher measure that I inherited from my mom’s kitchen. I never used it, only moved it out of the way in one of my more over-stuffed cabinets to get at other stuff, and tonight it just fell out and smashed.

I guess cookie season is just getting off to a slow start. Tonight I had a meeting, so didn’t start in with cookie production until 8:00, and all that I accomplished was the springerle. I used Sambucca to eke out the scant teaspoon of Anise extract in my old bottle. And, even though I have much better molds now, one my last year’s Xmas present from my brother, the designs I pressed into the cookies are only a fraction less ghostly than they were last year.

There are 4 cookie kinds out in the vestibule, and the jam cookies are safe in the freezer. I guess I’m doing OK, but I seem to have more interruptions than usual – like the meeting tonight, tomorrow night Bill McKibben, Friday Madison Symphony. Not to mention the trip to Chicago the 7th, 8th and 9th. Agggh.

It’s official

Cookie season has begun, although it seemed like in fits and starts over the weekend. Because we had Black Friday Thanksgiving, on Thursday, I made the fruitcake gems and Simnel cake.

Friday was devoted to Thanksgiving cooking, although I did bake the turkey cookies and thought the were a really good batch this year.

On Saturday, I made my cookie list and went shopping, which seemed particularly grueling – and expensive – this year. I went to Costco, Woodman’s, Willy West and Sentry, and I still need shelled pistachios, anise extract, more unsweetened chocolate, and vegan shortening. Although, except for the pistachios, I can probably make do with what I have – and considering that I spent close to $700 on all the ingredients, I really should. I made the Joy of Cooking lebkuchen, always one of the first cookie kinds,  and we went to a movie (Looper at the cheap theater – and they really did make Joseph Gordon-Hewitt’s eyebrows look weird).

On Sunday, we had lots of kids around for brunch, so I made chocolate chip scones (to use up the whipped cream that went with the Thanksgiving desserts) and turkey hash, and Mark made bacon. We were still in the process of UN-Thanksgiving-izing: putting the extra table back in the basement (kids were handy for that), putting away the good china, etc. It was one of those mornings when I thought, “OK, now everything’s back in its rightful place”, and I’d turn around and some other random item was sitting there laughing at me. Cookie work didn’t begin in earnest until 2:00. I made jam cookie dough, and thought I’d make the biberli – I did some work work while the dough chilled, and then started rolling and baking at about 5:30. I took a break to watch the (bloody) Boardwalk Empire almost-finale, and the Treme finale, and then came back down to stick the cookies together. The number of tops and bottoms just exactly matched – that’s never happened before – and they fit just right on my trays. I have 170 cookies, pretty evenly divided between raspberry & apricot. Made me really happy until I saw that last year I had 20 dozen.

In the midst of putting away Thanksgiving, I did figure out what to do with my 3-lb dark chocolate turkey, that was supposed to be our table centerpiece, but I forgot to put him out – in my defense, he probably would’ve gotten all melt-y anyways. And melt is just what I’m going to do with him – chop him up and melt him to glaze the fruit balls and the rainbow bars, and any other cookie kinds that need chocolate topping.

Black Friday Thanksgiving

This year we had our Thanksgiving on Black Friday instead of Thursday. It was a little weird; feeling out of sync with the rest of the world – I went for a walk on Friday while the bird was in the oven – as I often do on the Thursday – and I knew that all the other people I was seeing were out shopping or doing other holiday weekend stuff, but not waiting for turkey like I was. But otherwise it worked great. We had a relaxing Thursday, puttering. I made Primanti Bros. sandwiches for dinner, because it was the most UN-Thanksgiving like thing I could think of – and I checked with  John, and the Steelers weren’t playing on Thursday, so no danger of rending the fabric of the universe. I made the apple slab pie, and pumpkin mousse, on Thursday, then I got up on Friday and made the turkey cookies and stuffing and got the beast into the oven, just like other Thanksgivingses.

We had 17 at the table – here’s the annotated menu, before I forget –

For apps, there was of course the traditional chex mix. Lea texted me on Weds. for the menu, so I know they were eating it, too, at the goat farm in Southern Oregon where she & Chad & their daughter Liz all live now, and where my bro & family went for Thanksgiving. And pickled carrots. And leftovers from last week’s dinner for the Hospice workersonion dip, veggies and wheat thins, augmented with a nice little piece of Willi’s Gouda, and Brie and crackers that Susan brought. But I only used the carrots to go with the dip; the beauty heart radishes were too dried out and went into the compost, and the broccoli had to be added to the cooked broccoli, see below –

The turkey of course, a slightly over 17-pounder from Matt Smith

Chestnut & bread stuffing – a ton, per Al’s request, but I didn’t make extra of the sausage kind, I just heated up the small pie dish full from last year that had been frozen since then (which means I have the makings of a breakfast sausage strata – bread cubes, green peppers, celery and Willow Creek sausage – for Chris & DB’s going away brunch next Saturday)

I put Mark in charge of the mashed potatoes, and we used most of the white taters I got from Tipi, along with some small purple ones – I was hoping for lavender-colored mashed potatoes – they were a little grey, instead, but tasted wonderfully of potato, garlic, butter and cream.

Chipotle-lime sweet potatoes, but I topped them with meringue this year instead of brulé

Corn pudding – kind of the best veggie dish, in my opinion, sweet crunchy corn and not too much custard – I used whole milk and slipped in the extra yolks from the sweet potato meringue

Roasted Beets with Walnuts & Blue Cheese, marinated in the lemon vinaigrette leftover from the Mark Bittman pear-fennel salad of last week

Broccoli with garlic butter and cashews – we picked what we thought was the nicest broccoli at the 1st indoor market, but when I cut it up, there were lots of heads that were black inside – I think it had been frosted too much (a little makes the broccoli sweet) so I threw in the couple of handfuls of dip broccoli left from the 16th – and good thing, too – there are only a tiny bit left. The broccoli gets the prize for being the most-consumed dish at Thanksgiving dinner.

Pumpkin mousse that didn’t set quite right – I think it’s because I didn’t whip the egg whites stiff enough. I got a little yolk in while separating that I scooped out with a shell, and was feeling smug for getting the whites to whip as well as they did, disregarding the scare talk of most recipes, that say any amount of yolk will doom your whites. They seemed meringue-y, but they didn’t give the mousse its proper bubbly consistency.

Turkey cookies – I could really taste the honey & molasses in this year’s batch. I made the last bit that couldn’t be rolled out anymore into little gingersnaps with sugar crusts.

Apple slab pie – a real hit, and looked more like a pie after cutting – the shots of it whole look a lot like focaccia

#1 Son

John updated his website, and one of his shots reminded me of something.