Tags: Butter Pecan, Candy, Chocolate, Christmas, corn flakes, feuilletine, white chocolate
This morning I swore I wasn’t going to put this post up because the photos turned out awful. These babies do not mesh well with artificial light. But then I thought ‘This candy is so darn good, why would I hold back over photos?’
These are normal thoughts if you have a food blog.. and completely justified since photos are the most important aspect of a food blog. You eat with your eyes online. This is why I groan so much about not having natural light. One more time...everyone has natural light, whyyy not meeee? :/
Remember the filling for my Butter Pecan Thumbprint cookies? Well, of course you do, since it was my last post…from like 5 days ago.
Tags: Bad Boys, Christina Tossi, First Love, Malted Milk Powder, Momofuku Milk Bar, Munchies, NE Patriots, NY Giants, Pretzel Crunch, pretzels, Snack, snacks, Superbowl Sunday
First I just want to say that this post was almost set to go Wednesday, and then my computer crashed. It was fixed briefly, but then it crashed again. Thankfully I didn’t lose anything, but went through two days of no computer hell! You know how it is. Can’t live without them, really can’t live without them.
Before I get to this amazing Super Bowl snack, I think I owe you all a Part Two to my Bad Boy First Love story. If you’re just tuning in, Part One is HERE.
Last we left off..
We couldn’t stop staring at each other as my friend and hunky monkey man chatted away, shy, fleeting glances from my end – more direct, confident ones from his.
The animated chatter between my friend and hunky monkey man was in stark contrast to the deep, silent connection that was developing between me and this dreamboat of a guy. Their voices seemed far away, like echoes amid the music, pinball machines and video game bings, zips and boings. Apparently, they found an instant connection via music;
“Van Halen is nothing without David Lee Roth – nothing. I mean, I like one of the albums with Hagar..but you know, still not the same.” Monkey said, resulting in my friend perking up on this topic so near and dear to her soul.
“I KNOW..OMG, you couldn’t replace David Lee Roth. Hagar was okay, but the Extreme guy made no sense. They were never Van Halen without David Lee Roth!”
I couldn’t stop staring at him. He looked even better under the bright lights of the arcade the carousel was in. He was almost exactly what I had envisioned when I dreamed about the perfect guy for me. This was too uncanny, but I wasn’t complaining.
Then, he spoke…in our own little world.
“You have beautiful eyes.”
Up until then, I don’t think I’d ever blushed in my entire life..it was some weird missing gene anomaly, or so I thought. I felt it start on my chest, crawl up my neck..and soon my face was on fire. Damn, I was blushing. I wanted to pull my jean jacket over my head.
“Thank you, so do you” I said. He really did..steel, cerulean blue eyes that made my stomach do cartwheels, somersaults, and handsprings every time he looked at me. 10′s across the board. I still couldn’t feel my legs.
Soon hunky monkey was playing a video game – my friend leaning on the side of it watching him with a look I knew very well, and it meant she liked him. He had set the game for two and soon was calling on dreamboat to take his turn, busting open the invisible bubble that had formed around us, blocking out the world.
“Nahh, why don’t you have her friend play you?” dreamboat said, not taking his eyes off of mine. I felt faint.
I interjected – “It’s ok, go ahead..really!” The truth was, I wanted to feel my legs again, not to mention I needed to breathe normally – my heart had been beating like a Dave Grohl, during his Nirvana days, drum solo. Was it possible to have a heart attack at 15?
Plus, and most importantly, I had to confer with my friend.
In my best Wicked Witch of the West voice..I leaned in close to her and chirped, “I’m melting..I’m melting.”
“I’ve never seen you like this, you’re gonna marry this guy” my friend whispered
“I’d marry him right now if he asked me” I responded – and I meant it.
We both laughed and whispered about every moment of the whole 10 minutes we’d been there. She really liked hunky monkey. I knew I was falling in love. Craziest feeling ever, this was most definitely a love at first sight deal.
Suddenly, I felt a hand brush my arm, then that sexy, tough voice in the softest, sweetest tone…
“What do you want to do? Get something to eat? Anywhere you want to go?”
*I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you non-stop until we’re 90 years old. I want you to kiss my lips off, even if it looks weird and people turn away at the sight of me, even if I have to drink from a sippy cup for the rest of my life!*
“Umm..anything is fine, I’m flexible” I answered weakly, weak from the powerful feelings for him overwhelming me. With him, staring at paint dry on a wall would be amazing, I thought.
Hunky monkey said there was a party still going on at the place he was staying, with a few kegs, would we want to do that?
My friend and I exchanged what we called brain waves via eye contact. We always knew what the other was thinking with just a look.
“Sure!” we both said in unison.
It’s amazing how agreeable you are when you want to marry a guy you just met two hours ago. It’s also amazing when you already have a visual of your wedding dress picked out. He could kiss my lips off at a party – he could kiss my lips off in a sewage plant for all I cared. Part of me wanted to be alone with him, though..and I could feel he wanted that too. Look! I was already having brain waves with him. Yep, this was meant to be.
We started making our way down the boardwalk to a ramp leading off the boardwalk, He took my hand in his..our fingers entwining naturally, a perfect fit. His hand was so strong, warm, and ever so slightly calloused, not what you would find on the hands of any of the guys I grew up with. In fact, a lot of their hands were softer than mine. He squeezed my hand, breaking my very brief hand comparison. Oops, there went my legs again. I was walking on clouds or some fluffy substance that allowed me not to feel the asphalt below.
Soon we were at a parking lot. Huh? Why would we need to drive anywhere? Then I recalled one thing he mentioned when we first met a few hours earlier. His parents had a summer house in Toms River, across the bridge. Of course he needed a car – to drive to work. There it sat, a lone navy blue Volkswagon Beetle from like 1978. WTH? I didn’t know even used ones existed anymore, plus, I couldn’t imagine this dreamboat of a man, so strong and tough, with a Volkswagon Beetle. Hunkey monkey’s voice interrupted my thoughts..
“Would you believe this guy bought this car for 25 bucks from a junkyard, completely dead and restored it back into working order all by himself?”
My friend and I ‘wowed’ and made the appropriate noises in unison.
I started to melt again, could he be any more perfect?
When we got to the party it was good to see that there were some local girls there that we had met and hung out with the previous few days. He brought me a beer, which I sipped slowly, really craving one of those lemonades with all the crushed ice and lemon halves. I told him this jokingly, to offset my distaste of beer, and before I knew it, he was offering to go back to the boardwalk and get me one before they closed. Of course I asked if I could come along.
“I was hoping you would ask me that” he said with a sexy smile. OMG, I could die right now, I thought, but not until he kissed me at least once.
That’s it..10 minutes at this party and we were out of there. I told my friend, who I knew would be safe with the local girls being there. She was having her own little moments with the hunky monkey. They were getting along famously – laughing and chatting away, so all was cool in the land of love, puppy love, or pure unadulterated, teenage puppy lust. The local girls and hunky monkey would walk her home if we weren’t back by the time she wanted to leave.
Once he got the lemonade for me he said he knew a really pretty place we could go to talk (ha ha…I’ll scream if you don’t kiss me). Of course I smiled and nodded yes. Remember, I was flexible – for him.
We ended up at this beautiful lookout on Barnegat Bay. He turned off the ignition, but kept the radio on..classic rock, of course. My hand was numb from the ice cold giant lemonade I was holding, perched on my right knee, and while I stared at his silhouette in the moonlight, I couldn’t let go of the cup to free the numbness because I needed to grip something tightly to ease the trembling.
I was mesmerized.. My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I could see him clearly now, those blue eyes shooting lasers through every pore in my skin. Those lips, those arms, his sweet smelling light brown/dirty blonde hair grazing the collar of his work shirt – I was off the charts intoxicated being so close to him. This was a really old Volkswagon Beetle, we were close before we could even get close.
Frankly, I don’t remember what we even talked about, not a clue. My eyes were focused on his lips and eyes, alternating. As we talked, we got closer, and then he brushed a few hairs away from my face and smiled. I remember Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven started at that very moment.
“My heart is racing.” he whispered as we moved in closer.
OMG, his heart was racing for me? Goofy me? Goofy me , the girl who sometimes bites her toenails when alone?
There’s a lady who’s sure, all that glit-ters is gold
Oh my, those blue eyes, those sexy lips, and he smells so good
and she’s buyyying the staaaiiirway to heeeaaven
Houston, we made contact
I will never forget how soft his lips were and how perfect our lips felt together. His breath was awesome (I’m a huge breath fiend..I’m never without gum, tic-tacs, altoids, sprays, drops.. etc). Too bad this wasn’t taking place in 1752 when Ben Franklin was still with us. He wouldn’t have needed a kite and key to get some serious electricity.
Quick digression – I’m trying really hard to keep you all from gagging or hurling from all the lovey, dovey, gushy, mushy stuff, but it’s proving to be pretty impossible. If you feel the need to do any of the above, skip the next paragraph. Thank you.
The world no longer existed outside of this kiss. As it got more passionate, his hands combing through my hair..caressing my face, my left hand entangled in his silky hair, (Okay, cliche coming up) it felt like we were one person. We were definitely kissing until we were 90..this could never end. In between the passion, a few baby kisses, then a little break where he kissed each cheek, my eyelids, and my nose, and then smiled – holy cow, nothing, and I mean nothing existed outside of this moment.
How did I get so lucky? I pondered. I must have been a Mother Theresa like person in another life.
WE kept kissing, and I was now changed for life. I wonder what color my bridesmaids dresses should be? Oh, I know..cerulean blue, like his eyes. He’d look so hot in a tux.
“WOOOAH!” He exclaimed as he broke our kiss. Suddenly he pulled away from me violently, his eyes wide, mouth agape, a look that could be disgust.
OH NO, he hated the way I kissed! He could sense I was 15! He knew about my toenail biting!
I just remembered, there’s two twists. Keep checking back for Bad Boy Love Part Three coming soon, most probably February 6th – honest!.
Now I have an awesome Super Bowl munchie to present to you. I’m a Giants fan, so naturally this is a special Super Bowl Sunday for me, which deserves a special and unique snack. It was created by Christina Tossi of Momofuku Milk Bar fame, but I made a few subtle changes, one of them reducing the milk powder so I could double the malt powder, and the other, doubling the recipe, because you’re going to need a lot of it. In fact, I would triple it, quadruple it! It goes very fast. *By the way, my bad boy was/is a Giant’s fan, not that it matters or anything*.
Let’s Go Giants!!
Malted Pretzel Crunch
Recipe created by Christina Tossi, via Epicurious, with my revisions
4 cups salted mini pretzels – about 1/2 of a 16-ounce bag
1/2 cup tightly packed brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
6 tablespoons milk powder
1/3 cup malted milk powder
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
14 tablespoons butter (1 stick, plus 6 tablespoons), melted
DIRECTIONS: (my blurbs in parenthesis)
1. Preheat the oven to 275 degrees F.
2. Pour the pretzels in a large bowl and crush them with your hands (I threw them in a ziplock bag and hammered them with a mallet – easier, in my opinion) to one-quarter of their original size. Add the milk powder, malt powder, sugar, and salt, toss to mix. Add the butter and toss to coat. As you toss, the butter will act as glue, binding the dry ingredients to the pretzels and creating small clusters. (I did not get small clusters, but once baked, it formed a sheet of pretzel crunch that I broke into pieces).
3. Spread the clusters on a parchment- or silpat-lined sheet pan and bake for 20 minutes, until it looks toasted, smells buttery, and crunches gently when cooled slightly and chewed.
4. Cool the pretzel crunch completely before storing or using in a recipe. Stored in an airtight container at room temperature, the crunch will keep fresh for 1 week; in the fridge or freezer, it will keep for 1 month. (I think these would be fantastic in cookies with chocolate chunks OR pour or drizzle melted chocolate over the top of the sheet of pretzel crunch, let set, then break into pieces – like you would toffee.
Tags: apples, Challah, Hanukkah, Maggie Glazer, Salted Caramel, Sesame Seeds, Sourdough Challah, Sourdough Starter
Remember how I told you I was going to introduce ‘him’ to all of you once my knee was better and I could start standing to knead some really amazing sourdough breads?
Well, that day never came, because I was a bad mama. Once my knee healed and I was out and about on two legs, no cane, I kind of forgot about him in the back of the refrigerator. When I remembered, it was probably three months since his last feeding. I tried to revive him, but there was mold, and the small amounts I took out, minus the mold, and fed, – eagerly awaiting his bubbles of life, had already been given last rites. It just wasn’t going to happen – it didn’t smell the way it wass supposed to, it was rank. The smell was clearly sourdough starter rigor mortis. I bid Herbie a sad adieu as I poured his thick liquid soul into the trash can.
Of course I later found out that he could have been saved by taking a tablespoon of him from the very center (his *sniff* heart), and giving him mad defibrillation with flour, sugar and water. Just one tablespoon, and Herbie would still be here.
Batter like sourdough starter aka Herbie II
Oh, well..no use crying over trashed sourdough starter. He gave me the best breads of his wild yeasted life. Besides, I could reincarnate him someday. That day has come, and may I introduce you to Herbie II? About 1 month ago, I just decided to do it, once again using Nancy Silverton’s grape starter method. There was no way any commercial yeast will ever step granule or cake in any sourdough starter I make. Capturing wild yeast from everything around us, the air, atmosphere, our kitchens, etc…is the most amazing thing to watch develop – like gestating a baby, although not as wonderous and exciting of course, because this baby is not one you can cuddle and love and well, be human with - just one you can watch grow stronger and stronger, giving you the most complex, wonderful tasting breads, all with a lovely crumb and crust.
Firm sourdough starter
My weird intuition struck again…
Our Daring Bakers Host for December 2011 was Jessica of My Recipe Project and she showed us how fun it is to create sourdough bread in our own kitchens! She provided us with sourdough recipes from Bread Matters by Andrew Whitley as well as delicious recipes to use our sourdough bread in from Tonia George’s Things on Toast and Canteen: Great British Food!
So, I had already started gestating Herbie II, and one week later, it’s announced as the Daring Bakers challenge. Although I loved that the challenge recipe for starter was all about capturing wild yeast, I’d already fermented enough grapes to capture Herbie’s wild yeast. There was no sense in making another one. I’m not a multi-startet type baker – one is enough, and from that one, I can make all kinds of starters for a variety of breads, and whatever is leftover from those, is given away or used to the last drop. You will never see half-filled jars all over my kitchen or in my fridge labeled rye starter, oat starter, potato starter etc. I think it’s cool that people do that, but if I could kill one starter with neglect, could you imagine the massacre of one plus?
I needed to bake a bunch of challah braids for Hanukkah. I wanted to try Maggie Glazer’s recipe for sourdough challah for a long time, so I figured this would be a great time to do it. I had already planned on filling one of the challahs with a homemade salted caramel with apples, which I haven’t been able to get out of my mind for months now, so why not sourdough and salted caramel apples? Tangy, sweet, salty – God, YES.
Maggie Glazer’s dough calls for a firm starter to produce another firm starter for the challah. Fortunately, Maggie has directions on how to convert a batter like starter into a firm starter. I needed to take a tablespoon of Herbie and mix it with some water (I only use bottled) and bread flour until I had a dough that could be kneaded. I surveyed Herbie’s young, unused, not yet powerful, baby bubbles and hoped for the best. The next morning, as you can see in the above ‘firm starter’ photo, I had a risen mass of thick, bubbly, ‘cracked window’, dough. Success! Looks like the original Herbie’s super strength had been passed on to his younger replacement. I proceeded on with the recipe,letting one more starter go to town – ending up with a lovely, silky dough. It smelled wonderful too, like most wild yeast doughs.
I had to stop sniffing from above and let it rise..
While the dough was doing it’s thing, I made the salted caramel, chopped up some apples, added some spice, then stirred the apples into the hot caramel. I think I will always keep a jar of this on hand. I’m in love..I desperately wanted to start eating it right out of the jar I put it in for not only storage, but for the photo above.
If you don’t want to make sourdough challah, traditional challah, or any doughy vessel to place some of these glorious salted caramel apples in, I beg you to just make the salted caramel apples. I’ve already had it over ice cream and well, straight out of the jar, but no double dipping, honest! It’s..it’s…just amazing..I can’t even put it into words.
SO, like my Unique Twist on Challah back in ’09. in which I made a 6-strand braid challah, each strand filled with chocolate raisins and cinnamon sugar, I set out to reproduce something similar with the salted caramel apple filling. This time I was only doing a 4-strand braid because I wanted thick ribbons and pockets of the caramel. This is where I made my first mistake. This filling is wet…a small amount should be used for each strand to prevent any seepage and trouble braiding. I used 1/4 cup full for each strand. Bad idea, I couldn’t roll the sealed strands to the 16 to 18-inches in length I wanted it to be for braiding, and the braiding was difficult, heavy, and there were several tears in between. I ended up with a very sloppy, lopsided, wide braid. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me, but I was presenting it to guests.
Dark circles under the eyes? Concealer. Lopsided, fat, lumpy challah braid? Sesame seeds.
Next time I will be using only 2 tablespoons of the filling per strand..IF it’s for guests. If not, who cares about lopsided, lumpy braids? It was delicious, and thanks to the wonderful ‘new’ Herbie, it rose like Mary Poppin’s umbrella with a turbo engine in each spoke - not to mention the beautiful oven spring, and just look at that crumb! I love how the gooey part of the salted caramel melts into it’s bready pocket, while the spiced apples kind of hang out, dropping into your hand occasionally when you tear off pieces.
You love challah french toast? Wait until you try salted caramel apple challah french toast (hopefully, a photo coming soon – if the few slices left are not eaten before this can happen). The sourdough has kept this bread silky soft and moist for 2 days now!
If you get a chance, please check out my fellow Daring Baker’s sourdough starters and creations by clicking on the links to their blogs HERE. For the challenge sourdough starter recipe, and some great breads to make with it, click HERE.
I’m also submitting it to Bread Baking Day #45, hosted by Cindy of Cindystar.
The GIVEAWAY winner of the six jars of Bonne Maman preserves and the $25.00 gift certificate to use at OhNuts.com is Katrina of Baking with Boys, who was #38! Congrats Katrina! Will send you an email to get your info ASAP.
My recipe for salted caramel apples will be posted soon. I’ve been a bit lazy when it comes to typing it out LOL
Maggie Glazer’s Sourdough Challah Recipe (you can use any challah recipe you like, it doesn’t have to be sourdough)
Salted Caramel Apple Filling
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup water
4 tablespoons butter
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 1/4 teaspoons sea salt
3 medium apples, peeled, cored and cubed
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon grated nutmeg
!/4 teaspoon ground ginger
1 tablespoon flour
Squeeze of lemon juice
1. In a bowl, Combine the chopped apples with the cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, lemon juice and flour. Set aside.
2. Pour the water around and over the sugar in a heavy-bottomed saucepan. Cover and cook over medium heat until the sugar dissolves (I prefer this over the brushing the sugar off the sides with a wet pastry brush).
3. When the sugar dissolves, turn to high heat, and boil uncovered until the sugar turns a medium brown, about 5 to 7 minutes. Watch it carefully at the end, as it will go from caramel to burnt very quickly. Stand back to avoid splattering, and gradually add the cream and the butter – it will bubble vigorously. Simmer and stir with a wooden spoon until the sauce is smooth and thick, about 2 minutes. Stir in the sea salt.
4. Take pot off heat, let sit about 3 minutes, then stir in the chopped, spiced apples while caramel is still very hot. Let cool to room temperature. If not using immediately, refrigerate in an airtight jar or container.
5. You will not use all of the salted caramel apples for the challah or challahs (if making two), so enjoy it over ice cream, pound cake – use as a cake filling etc. The ideas are endless!
1, Divide dough into 4 equal pieces. I used a scale for this. Take one piece (covering the other three pieces with plastic wrap) and roll into a flat, oblong 12-inch disk. Spoon two tablespoons of the salted caramel apple filling down the length of the disk, as shown in photos above.
2. Cover filling with both sides of dough, pimching to seal and making sure none of the filling gets into your seal..it won’t seal if that happens. Gently roll and taper the ends, to about 16 to 18-inches in length. Cover and repeat with remaining three pieces of dough. Once you have all 4 filled strands, pinch them together at the top and braid using this 4-strand weaving method. In a bowl or cup, beat one egg until uniform – this will be your egg wash.
3. Place loaf on a parchment lined pan and brush with egg wash (I don’t use all of the white in the egg. I let some spill out into a cup so my egg wash is more yolk than white – this gives it that nice burnished look)). Brush loaf all over and let rise until doubled in size – about an hour. Preheat oven to 350 F.
4. Once risen, brush again with remaining egg wash, getting into all the crevices that opened during the rise. Sprinkle with poppy seeds or sesame seeds, or nothing at all – your choice. Place in the preheated oven and bake for about 35-45 minutes. Let cool a few minutes, then carefully lift off of pan, and place on a wire rack to cool fully.