• the quotidian (1.16.12)

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

    *snow blocks: the white stuff is scarce this winter—to make the most of it, we bring it inside (not my idea, but it worked)
    *the latest in fort technology: a hanging nest
    *new bookshelves: tired of a bed full of lumpy books, he built himself a solution. It’s crooked, which pains him a little, but it serves the purpose most famously
    *baking, baking, baking: Cuban bread (delightfully chewy), bran date bread, granola
    *such a dork
    *recipe creation: still needs some tweaking, but it’s close
    *Bible quizzing: the competition is fierce; the kids are having a blast
    *transport for a sick child: she needed to use the bathroom but could not possibly get to her feet—her brother (not me) was sympathetic to her plight
    *a pre-supper snack
    *reading/reciting poetry for Baby Cousin’s dedication
    *freezing temps and bare toes: who needs shoes anyway?

    This same time, years previous: quick fruit cobbler, cranberry relish, spots of pretty, inner voices, the bet

  • vanilla cream cheese braids

    It’s 1:14 in the afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas. But. The kids are done with their lessons, two baking experiments are completed, and the granola is in the oven. Whoever said daytime clothes were necessary for productivity anyway?

    Have you noticed that blogger now lets us talk to each other in the comments? Yes? When my friend shot me an email informing me of the improvement, I about levitated out of my seat with excitement. The only reason I ever considered switching host sites was so I could have that little, super cool “reply” button after each comment. I hated having to respond to a particular question three or four comments later—so much momentum got lost. But now I’m battling the urge to respond to every single comment! It’s hard, but I’ll do my best not to. I figure I’ve held forth enough in the post—the comments are your turn to pontificate. (But I’ll still chime in here and there. That reply button is too shiny to resist.)

    I thought I’d tell you about the chipotle chicken dinner I made for supper last night, but then we had some of the leftovers at lunch and I decided it wasn’t thrilling enough to share. And now that I’m slowly plowing through my enormous new bread book, I’m going to have oodles of bread recipes to pass on. However, I need to bake several before I start yapping—get a handle on Clayton’s approach and develop a taste (literally) for his style, etc. Also, I still want to tell you about garden steaks, but just not today.

    I know! I’ll tell you about the braids that I made for a church breakfast and then again, just for us. This recipe comes from my sister-in-law Kate, the same lady who changed my life, or at least my take on the ‘lada experience, with her cheesy beef enchiladas. (Try them, people. You will be slayed.)

    She made the braids for us, years and years and years ago, and of course I begged the recipe and made them for myself once or twice, if my memory serves me correctly. But years and years and years went by and I did not make them. Then, with a church breakfast nigh upon us, I decided that the braids were the only possible thing I could make. (One might say I was “fixating.”) I searched high and low, but the recipe had either evaporated or disintegrated. So I emailed Kate. The subject line said “help” in all caps, followed by three vigorous exclamations points—one excited, one demanding, and one desperate.

    My long-suffering (she has eight younger siblings, seven of which are boys), sweet, patient sister-in-law emailed me right back with the recipe. (Those adjectives I used to describe her? It’s kind of funny, but I’d never in a million years pick them to describe my husband her brother. Siblings—they’re such wildcards.)

    (I take that back. He can be sweet.)

    (Mmm, and I guess he’s long-suffering, too, considering he’s married to me.)

    (But not patient. On that I stand firm.) (I think.)

    The title of this delectable treat is misleading—no braiding is involved. The four loaves are shaped just like a sweet roll, but with a cream cheese, sugar, vanilla, and egg filling instead of butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon. The rolled dough gets knife (or scissor) X’s cut into the top, and the vanilla glaze, drizzle-slashed across the still-warm loaves, helps to perpetuate the braid myth.

    A word about the dough. This is no ordinary dough. It is super rich. Insanely rich. Along with the four cups of white flour, there are two eggs, a whole cup of sour cream, a half cup of sugar, and a stick of butter. Oof, I feel guilty just typing that.

    But darlings, the loaves are like candy! Impossibly soft and creamy and profoundly addicting, especially when still slightly warm. I can devour a good third of one loaf without even batting an eye. In my email back to Kate (after the initial “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” upon receiving the recipe), I said only this: “Better than I remembered. To die for.” 

    Take it from here, peeps. You know what to do.

    The little clock in the bottom corner of my computer screen is informing me that it’s now 2:01 pm. I’d best go get dressed. Happy Friday!

    Vanilla Cream Cheese Braids
    Adapted from my sister-in-law Kate’s recipe

    These loaves are like a tender cheese Danish, but in, well, in loaf form. I added some cranberry sauce to a couple of the loaves, and that was swell. Other ideas for filling additions that have flitted across my mind’s dashboard include: chocolate chips, lemon or orange zest, sour cherry pie filling, and red raspberries. However, the loaves straight up are super classy. There’s really no need to fiddle.

    the dough:
    1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
    ½ cup sugar
    ½ cup butter, melted
    1 teaspoon salt
    1 tablespoon yeast
    ½ cup warm water
    2 eggs, beaten
    4 cups all-purpose (or bread) flour

    Whisk together the sour cream, melted butter, sugar, and salt.

    In a small bowl, combine the yeast and warm water.

    Stir together the sour cream mixture, the dissolved yeast, the flour, and the eggs. Knead for a few brief minutes before placing in a floured bowl and covering tightly with plastic. (At this point, the dough can be placed in the fridge for 6-12 hours before continuing.)

    the filling:
    2 8-ounce packages cream cheese
    3/4 cup sugar
    1 egg
    2 teaspoons vanilla

    Cream together the cream cheese and sugar. Beat in the egg and vanilla.

    to assemble:
    Divide the dough into fourths. On a well-floured surface, roll one of the pieces of dough into a rectangle measuring about 8×12 inches. Plop 1/4th of the cream cheese mixture into the middle and spread evenly, leaving a 1-inch border at the top and sides and about 2 inches at the bottom. Starting from the top, roll the dough towards you. Pinch and tuck the ends together and place the loaf on a greased baking sheet. Repeat with the remaining pieces of dough.

    Using kitchen shears or a knife, cut six X’s in the top of each loaf. Cover and let rise for 30-45 minutes.

    Bake the loaves at 375 degrees for 15-20 minutes. They will get very dark, but as long as they don’t burn, they’re fine. Cool on torn-open brown paper bags or a cooling rack. (They will sink into themselves as they cool. Don’t worry—it’s all good.) Drizzle with glaze while still warm.

    the glaze:
    2 ½ cups powdered sugar, sifted
    1/4 cup milk
    2 teaspoons vanilla

    Combine and drizzle on loaves. Or, if not using right away, refrigerate.

    To freeze: wrap unglazed loaves in plastic and freeze. (They are very soft, so place on a tray so they keep their shape in the freezer.) To serve, thaw at room temperature. Glaze immediately prior to eating.

    This same time, years previous: creamy blue cheese pasta with spinach and walnuts, baked hash brown potatoes

  • crumbs

    I just wrote a post I’m not going to publish. So there went one hour of my day.

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    Digging in the freezer for chickens, I tore a bunch of skin off the back of my pinky. Shuffling frozen bags of ground beef, green beans, and bread around in a pit of white ice is the same as fingers scraping down a blackboard. I hate, hate, hate it.

    ***

    First thing this morning, the kids and I watched this youtube video of how to cut up a chicken. Then we cut up a chicken, watched the video again, and cut up another one. Three or four more chickens and I’ll be a pro.

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    Then we ate breakfast.

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    I finally finished Middlesex. It was a good book, but I’m glad to be done with it.

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    Speaking of books…

    A. For many months now, I’ve been racking my brain, trying to remember the title of a book my mother read to me and my brothers when we were young. All I could remember is that the kids lived in the mountains and put an onion poultice on some man, possibly while he was in a bathtub. Neither Google nor the librarian were any help, and my mother had no idea what I was talking about. And then one evening when I was leisurely perusing the stacks at the library, I saw it! The book was sitting there, centered on the shelf, screaming my name. I snatched it up before the title—Where the Lilies Bloom—even had a chance to register. It’s as good as I remember it, too.

    B. I’ve recently discovered Johanna Hurwitz’s books and we’ve been cruising through them, one right after the other. The books are geared towards kids ages 4-8, but the older two love to listen in. In fact, my oldest child is the one who laughs the hardest at the funny parts.

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    My kids had their first-ever (as far as I know) Little Debbie cakes: Peppermint Swiss Rolls. It was a big deal. However, their enthusiasm quickly faded. “They’re not very good,” they said, confused by their disappointment.

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    Note to self: never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever buy Stayman apples again. In 2010 you said you didn’t like them and in 2011 you still didn’t like them. 2012 is no different.

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    After watching a Jackie Chan movie—The Spy Next Door—my youngest said, “If I was a Chinese person, I could kill anyone I wanted!” There were so many things wrong with that statement that I had no idea how to respond so I just said, “No.”

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    I stayed up late the other night to watch True Grit with my husband. Most of the time I had my head under a blanket. But that scene in the cabin where that guy had his hand on the table caught me totally off-guard.  Ouch.

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    Tootsie just came in the mail. It’s more my style. (I think.) (I don’t really remember what it was about.) (Darn, maybe I’ll hate it.)

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     Are you supposed to italicize movie titles anymore? It’s suddenly looking kind of weird.

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    And no, we don’t watch movies all the time, though it may appear that way.

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    I’m dismal bored, so now it’s your turn. Throw me some crumbs, pretty please?

    This same time, years previous: rum raisin shortbread,