Archive for December, 2009

Happy New Year Buns

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

new years buns

This is a weird picture, but it’s the only one I have – we ate them too quickly. My family traditionally celebrates New Year’s Eve by staying in and eating dumplings. Tonight we made potstickers (fried and then steamed, made with unleavened dough) and baozi (steamed, leavened filled rolls).  We also made a batch of shrimp, ginger, garlic, spinach and water chestnut filling and used it for both batches. Here’s the recipe for the baozi – you’ll need a bamboo or metal tiered steamer and a food processor.

1 Tbs active dry yeast
1  cup lukewarm water
2 tablespoons cooking oil
2 teaspoons sugar
1 egg
3 1/2 cups all-purpose wheat flour or bread flour, plus more as needed. You can also use rice flour, barley, whole wheat or corn meal as part of the dry ingredients.

Add flour, sugar and yeast to the bowl of a food processor. Pulse a few times to mix.  Add water, oil and egg; process until well blended and the dough pulls away from the sides of the bowl. This is a soft dough.

Let the dough rise until doubled in size, about 1 to 3 hours depending on the room temperature.

Stretch the dough out into a log with a diameter of about 2.5 inches. I generally let it lie coiled on a large cookie sheet lined with a Silplat. Using kitchen shears, cut the dough into 2 inch pieces (it should make around 25), and let rise again for at least 30 minutes. You can steam these plain for 20-25 minutes,  or you can fill them, like we did tonight. Flatten a piece of dough in your hand (oiling your fingers first makes this easier). Holding the dough cupped in your palm, put about 2 tsp of filling in the middle and fold the edges up in a pleat, squeeze shut. I like to roll the opening underneath the bun so that it doesn”t show, but it’s also traditional to keep them upright, showing off their little topknots.

Any filling you can imagine works well with this dough. I’ve had spicy pork, red bean paste, homemade jam, cream cheese and strawberries, butter-sugar-cinnamon, bean curd and pineapple boazi – they’re all good.

Happy New Year!

Hardy Ancestors – Mincemeat

Monday, December 28th, 2009

68 adams rdI grew up in this house. There were cows wandering the first floor when my parents bought it in 1955 shortly after I was born. My father had adventures and tetanus shots ripping off the decrepit front porch and flipping the huge old floorboards over to hide the damage from the livestock. The house was built in 1770 – or thereabouts and had been updated last around 1800. He did extensive renovations before my grandmother would allow my mother to move in with the new baby.

The Institute Cookbook’s recipe for mincemeat “has remained unchanged for quite some time”. The book dates from 1800 and the editor is prone to understatement so I imagine a cook in my childhood home might have made it the same way in 1770. My father told me once that his grandmother made mincemeat with woodchuck, but he too was prone to understatement and I would keep to the “lean beef” mentioned in the recipe, myself.

1 lb suet, 2 lbs lean beef, 1 quart chopped apple

1/4 C candied orange peel and 1/4 C candied lemon peel, 1/2 lb citron, 3 C seeded raisins and 1 C currants

Juice and grated rind of 1 lemon and one orange

1/2 C molasses, 1 C sugar, 1 tsp cinnamon, 1/2 tsp allspice and cloves, 1 nutmeg, grated (about 1 tsp)

2 1/2 C sweet cider (as opposed to hard cider)

Let the meat simmer slowly in a covered kettle until tender (insert my father’s story about sampling the meat cooking on the back of the stove, finding it fairly lean and good, and then being told it was ‘chuck). Run the meat and then the suet through a meat chopper and mix well. Add the other ingredients, chopping the peels and citron before adding. Put in a stone (ceramic) crock and let stand several days to ripen. Bake in a plain or half puff paste double crust pie.

I should add that I’ve had vegetarian versions made with beets and dried apples instead of meat and suet – not the same, but not bad.

In drear-nighted December

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

Yesterday we had a wonderful Christmas. There were friends and family, decorated cookies, stollen and panettonne, casseroles and decorations and a Bueche de Noel – all the best from every culture we could filch from and some that we made up. There’s another side of Christmas, though, as there is to every day we set aside to gather with family and friends. To properly celebrate the holiday with those we did not see or will not see again, we need some Keats.

In drear-nighted December,tree

Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.

In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.

Ah! would ’twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in rhyme.”
-   John Keats

The one that got away, part 2

Monday, December 21st, 2009

dawn iris 2006Land O’ Lakes Iris and Sunflowers 18 x 24 pastel 2006

The “one that got away” series is all about work on its way to the dumpster. I have one more chance to record the remains, and this is it. “Land O’ Lakes” was my first pastel after a long period of working in oils. My schedule does not allow long stretches of time to set aside for painting and I was continually grousing about dry paint, dry canvases and ruined brushes. My husband, and fellow painter, suggested I try a medium that was dry to start with and eliminate the problem at the root. I love living with another painter – it would have taken me another year to figure that out.

“Land O’ Lakes” was  named for its resemblance to the actual lakes and not the butter. I have another yellow iris called “Evening Sky” – it’s very confusing. That pale blue translucence makes a beautiful flower but a very difficult drawing. And there are other problems: the composition is large and sprawling, the figures  complex and the color range much too close for my inexperience. Also pastel is very fragile, even on the very forgiving surface of the Ampersand board. You’ll notice the turquoise vase is looks flat and unconvincing because I added layers of chalk to get it right. Doesn’t work, does it?

Another day, another drawing to Strawberry Hill.

Wicked snowy.

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

Just came in from shoveling, and there’s about 8″ of “3 to 5 inches” of snow out there, and more coming down fast. The weatherman says they have 17″ in Warwick, RI – hope that doesn’t mean they really got 34. White Solstice!

snow 002

Quick dinner

Friday, December 18th, 2009

Last night I came home late (work has been crazy) and needed supper in a hurry. It yakatori 003was 6 pm, it had been dark for 3 hours, the wind chill was minus 17 and we have at least three more months of this – we needed comfort.  The recipe below will make you feel great in less than half an hour. I apologize for the picture being mostly about salad. It was great salad, too. Note the Chinese ladle at the top of the frame loaded with marinated chicken, and the bowl of tofu strips and mushroom slices? That’s dinner.

Yakitori Donburo

3 boneless chicken breasts, sliced width-wize into well, stir fry pieces. That’s the only way I can describe it. Too bad the picture is all about the salads, eh? You can add 3 – 4 oz tofu in 1/2″ cubes and 1 C sliced mushrooms if you like.
1/2 cup  soy sauce
1/2 cup mirin or Chinese cooking rice wine
1  teaspoon ginger minced
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 C vegetable oil
2 tsp sugar
2 green onions, cut into 1/4 inch pieces, green and white parts)
• 3 cups cooked white rice

Mix soy sauce, mirin, ginger and garlic in medium glass or plastic bowl. Place chicken in soy mixture and marinate for at least 15 minutes. Meanwhile, set the rice to cook. Do you have a rice cooker? Good, it’s the only way to go.

Drain chicken, reserving soy mixture. Heat oil in a wok or 12-inch skillet until hot. Cook chicken until brown on both sides and almost done, and then add the bean curd and mushrooms, if using. Cook another few minutes until everything is done and coated with the now reduced sauce.  Heat reserved soy mixture to boiling and add sugar and green onions. Boil about a minute.  This is from a Japanese recipe, however bastardized through the folk process after years in my possession. Keep in mind that this marinating liquid has been in contact with raw poultry. If you’re squeamish about your chicken or are fixing this dish for children, by all means start over with fresh mirin and soy sauce. If not, just boil the heck out of it for about a minute.

Serve with the rice, and in our house we like our rice plain and the sauce spooned over the chicken/tofu/mushrooms. This dish goes well with salads (as in the picture) or you can go one-dish crazy and add three big handfuls of spinach or beet greens  in the last 30 seconds of cooking in the wok. Delicious either way. And ready in about 25 minutes.

The sun that brief December day

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
Snow-bound, John Greenleaf Whittier 1866

bees in snow

New work

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Plums on a Blue Willow Plate

Fortunately, I live with someone who can code, heck, someone who speaks DOS. Not that he needed much of his expertise to show me how to link the small image above to a larger version. It was actually pretty easy with WordPress. Go ahead, try it out – this little 9″ x 12″ drawing can be seen almost full size, with all it’s marks and faults in evidence.  Yikes.

Still life painting is a wonderful way to interact with objects. The fruit, or flowers, or dead birds and whatnot are certainly vital – a way of demonstrating the passage of time and fleeting nature of existence. The vase, the plate and the Mason jar represent the inert – rocks and earth – and provide contrast to petals and feathers.  I use old things; dishes with chips and huge antique sugar bowls with brown spots and worn handles, slumped glass and pewter. The willoware plate in this drawing is so old the decals have flowed together to mute the edges of the pattern. It has endured a century of casual use and outlived all its set-mates to end up in a painting – fragile yet enduring.

New work

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

Hansa Roses

Hansa Roses, 18 x 24, pastel on board.

Rosa ‘Hansa’ Rose 7×7′ Unknown parentage. Schaum and Van Tol, Holland, 1905. Large 3″ very fragrant full (25-30 petals) purplish-red flowers bloom throughout early summer with rebloom in fall. Large vigorous vase-shaped mounded shrub. Glossy dark green disease-free foliage turns yellow-orange in fall. Prolific large showy red-orange hips. Hardy to Z3.

Our Hardy Ancestors, documented

Friday, December 11th, 2009

lyman sheldonWinter is truly here and there is no gardening at 21 degrees F and 30 knots unless you count going through the seed catalogs.  (Here’s where I man up and admit that I’ve already placed my seed orders for summer 2010, so that exercise would be redundant.) At 19:30 EST in July I’d still be working outdoors in broad daylight, but it is late November at 44  Lat and the sun went down hours ago. Winter is the time for research, and I have plenty of indoor projects that need work.

As part of my genealogy project I’ve been going through boxes and scrapbooks to find illustrations of the characters I’m researching. Or at least that’s how the process is supposed to go; I’ve reached Dorothy Filley Bidwell’s part in the family tree and it’s time to find a picture. But sometimes my hand stutters over a snapshot that’s just too good to put back in the box, never mind that I haven’t quite got to that branch of the tree.

This is, right to left, Minnie Cornelia Smith and her husband Walter Alexander Sheldon, and Emma Estelle Smith and her husband George Elisha Lyman. The Smith sisters had a double wedding on October 1, 1895 and this picture was taken on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary. Bet that was a heckava party.