• the quotidian (2.23.15)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace



    Sausage, butternut, and spinach quiches.

    A lapful of babies.

    Plus braces; minus two teeth.

    Waiting impatiently (and for two hours!) for her father to unstick himself from the snowbank 
    and get home with the two extra kids he was hauling back from town. 

    In his snowy element: the man from Upstate New York.

    (I think he was secretly pleased that the snow defeated him.)

    A spot of warm in a world of drear.
    Hearth clutter.

    Because of course.

    After the storm, a day of bizarre warmth.

    This same time, years previous: peanut butter and jelly bars, pan-fried tilapia, the quotidian (2.20.12), a quiet day on the ranch, the case of the whomping shovel, blueberry cornmeal muffins, the morning after, and Molly’s marmalade cake.

  • lemon cheesecake morning buns

    The problem with sweet rolls is that they are a breakfast food that is too complicated to make in time for breakfast. What with all the yeasty risings, they just can’t happen first thing in the morning. 

    Sure, there are makeshift solutions. Shaped rolls can be proofed in the fridge overnight and then baked first thing in the morning. Or already-baked rolls can be wrapped in foil and then, come morning, warmed in the oven. But both of those solutions are, I think, suboptimal. Dough made with commercial yeast is not enhanced by a refrigerated timeout—the dough often overproofs, turning bloated and sour—and reheated rolls feel second best. There’s nothing quite like freshly-baked sweet rolls, period.

    All my sweet roll angst came to the forefront when, just the other day, I read this title: lemon cheesecake morning buns. Fresh rolls? In the morning? With lemon? Ooh-la-la!

    Then a snowstorm hit, and a hot oven and freshly baked goods seemed the right thing to do. I had my husband pick up a couple lemons and some cream cheese, and that night after supper, I mixed up the dough, the cream cheese filling, and the lemon glaze. A couple hours later, after reading to the kids and popping them into bed, I hustled back out to the kitchen to assemble the rolls and pop them into the fridge. (Yes, yes. I know what I said about yeast doughs chilling in fridges, but this yeast dough is only mildly yeasted, plus, it boasts baking powder and baking soda. The nighttime rest left it only slightly puffed and with no ill-flavor effects.) That night I went to bed excited. Breakfast was gonna be delicious!

    And it was. The rolls were delightful: lemony and cheesy, light and tender. We each had two.

    Later, I had another one. Cooled, it tasted even better, I thought. Like a lemon cheese danish.

    So now I have a solution to the sweet rolls-for-breakfast conundrum. It’s not the classic sweet roll, but hello, LEMON AND CREAM CHEESE? ‘Nuff said.

    Lemon Cheesecake Morning Buns
    Adapted from Julie of Willow Bird Baking (via Becky of Chicken Wire and Paper Flowers).

    The only change I made was to reduce the butter. I know! I know! Me, Jennifer, the butter queen cutting back the butter! It’s crazy! But seriously, a whole stick of butter with pound of cream cheese for just the filling? Even for me, it seemed like overkill. So I cut it in half and didn’t miss it.

    I’ve broken the recipe into three stages: early evening, bedtime, and morning. It may look complicated, but taken one step at a time, it’s not. Also, the first step involves the biggest mess. If you do it immediately after supper, you can add the dirty dishes to the supper pile and better utilize the dishwasher’s services. If you’re sneaky, they won’t even know they’re being taken advantage of.

    Part One: Early Evening 
    For the dough: 
    ¼ cup warm water
    1 tablespoon yeast
    5 cups flour
    1 teaspoon each baking soda, baking powder, and salt
    3 tablespoons sugar
    2/3 cup (10 2/3 tablespoons) butter
    2 tablespoons white vinegar
    2 cups, minus 2 tablespoons, milk

    In a small bowl, combine the water and yeast. Set aside. Measure the vinegar into the bottom of a two-cup measure. Top it off with milk.

    In a large bowl, stir together the flour, baking soda and baking powder, salt, and sugar. Using your fingers, cut in the butter. Stir in the milk and dissolved yeast. The dough will be sticky—there is no need to knead it. Cover with a cloth and set aside.

    For the cream cheese lemon filling:
    1 pound cream cheese
    ½ cup sugar
    1 egg
    zest of one lemon
    2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
    4 tablespoons butter, softened

    In a bowl, beat together the cream cheese, sugar, egg, and lemon zest and juice. Cover with plastic and set aside. (The butter is applied separately from the filling.)

    For the lemon glaze:
    2 cups confectioner’s sugar, sifted
    1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
    ½ teaspoon vanilla
    ¼ cup milk
    lemon zest, for garnish

    Whisk together the sugar, lemon juice, vanilla, and milk. Cover tightly and store in the refrigerator. 

    Part Two: Bedtime
    To assemble:
    Turn the dough out onto a floured counter. Knead very briefly. Roll the dough into a large rectangle about 1/8 inch thick. Spread with the 4 tablespoons of softened butter and then with the cream cheese filling. Roll the dough up as you would for sweet rolls and cut into 24 pieces. Place the rolls into two, greased 9×13 pans. Cover tightly with plastic and store in the refrigerator.

    Part Three: In the Morning 
    To bake and serve:
    Turn the oven to 350 degrees. Remove the rolls from the fridge and let sit on the top of the oven while it preheats. Bake for about 25 minutes until the rolls are puffed and golden brown. While still warm, drizzle with the glaze and sprinkle with lots of fresh lemon zest. Serve warm or at room temperature.

    Updated March 27, 2015: I made these without the nighttime rest in the fridge. In fact, I pushed the recipe through in three hours from start to finish. The resulting buns were good, but not as good. Which leads me to think that the slower method is better…?

    This same time, years previous: in the eyes of the beholder, homemade Twix bars, and dulce de leche coffee.

  • in my kitchen: 11:50 a.m.

    *At the kitchen table, my daughter cuts out sugar cookie hearts.
    *Beside her mess sits the cookie cookbook that my younger son pulled out. He, too, wanted to make cookies, but I ignored him and then he got distracted by…
    *My husband installing little shelves in the back of my cupboards, to maximize space and organize our junk.
    *Wait! Wait! Don’t Tell Me! is blasting on the radio and my husband’s drill is whine-screaming. Which means I can’t actually hear Wait! Wait!
    *The beef, onion, garlic, and jalapeno for the evening’s chili is browning on the stove before getting dumped into the waiting crock pot for an afternoon-long simmer.
    *On the cookie sheet atop the stove, the chili ingredients from the freezer: soupy black beans, red beans, corn. I didn’t plan ahead, so I had to thaw them in a warm oven for an hour.
    *On the counter, a bag of maseca flour. Ree introduced me to this chili-enhancing method.
    *Also on the counter, our new toaster, a surprise gift from the in-lawsTHANK YOU!!!! It has four slots and a bagel setting. For a good twenty-four hours, it was our main source of entertainment. I even bought a couple bags of bagels so we could have the full toaster experience.
    *On the dining room table, a pile of discarded coats. Because why bother actually putting them away?
    *And also, on the table but out of sight, a pan of cheesy bacon toasts (but with naan instead of bread) for lunch.
    *To the far left, a glimpse of the freshly-organized shoe room.
    *In the microwave, leftover beans reheating for lunch. (They were not a hit with the fambly, so lunch was an angst-ridden affair.)
    *On the kitchen table, lots of weird junk. At some point it disappeared.
    *On the counter, dishes from breakfast and a morning of cooking. After lunch, two kids worked together (not very cheerfully) to wash them all up.

    This same time, years previous: almond cake, Monday blues, digging the ruffles, coconut pudding, pain and agony, and I don’t feel much like writing.