Saturday, March 21, 2009

Bread of the Month - French *Plus a Bonus Recipe That Will Change Your Life! Really!*


This is one of my all-time favorite bread recipes. It's easy, always turns out yummy, and has endless uses. Spencer informed me the other day that it's his "favorite yummy bread ever. Really". So that's sayin' something.

I originally got this recipe from one of my freshmen roommates, Rachel. I don't know where she got it from. But because of this it is now known as "Rachel's Yummy Bread" in my cookbook. (I bet you didn't know you were so famous, huh Rachel?) Now, I have a kinda bad habit of changing recipes over time, so this might not be the exact recipe she gave me. Or it could be. I really don't remember. I just felt the need to put that disclaimer in there.

Click to embiggen and see the entire recipe

We start by putting all of the dry ingredients in a bowl and mixing well.


Then add the water and the oil and mix well until smooth.


Pretty.

Then stir in the rest of the flour, about 1C at a time.


No need to knead the dough, and don't over stir. You want it to be nice and sticky.


Now stick it in a warm spot and cover with a clean dishtowel. (In the winter my warm spot is on top of the stove while the oven is warming up. In the summer my warm spot is the garage.)


Every ten minutes punch down the dough. Do this five times (a 50 minute total rise). I usually use a spatula or wooden spoon to punch it down because I don't like getting my hands all sticky-doughy every ten minutes. I'm weird like that.


Now throw that dough out onto a nicely floured surface. Is there anything as pretty as fresh dough on a floured surface? Knead it just enough to be handled easily, and then divide it in half. This recipe is for two loaves of bread.


Time to roll out the dough. I roll it out just long and wide enough. How's that for unspecific. Sorry, I just never measure. How about long enough to still fit on a jelly roll pan, and about 12-18 inches wide. About 1/2" thick.


Now roll it up nice and tight, and pinch the ends and seams. You don't want any gaps inside, which is why you have to roll it tightly.


Now do the same thing with the other half of the dough. Place both on a greased (or, in this case, Silpat-ed jelly roll.) Yeah, they're not the most perfectly formed loaves. But if you're looking for perfectly formed anything, this is not the blog for you.


Cover and let them raise in a warm spot for 30 minutes.


See? They raised enough to look a little less deformed. Make three small slices at the top of each loaf with a sharp knife. These help in the baking and whatnot. (At this point you could put an egg wash on top of them to make them all shiny and pretty. But I don't like egg washes. They taste all... eggy.)


Now bake at 400 degrees for around 30 minutes. Voila!


You could leave them like this and they will have extra crunchy crust. But I like to melt a little button on top to soften them a little. I likes the soft crust - plus, it's yummy.


Now slice with your Pampered Chef Bread Knife. (Or something similar. But if you're looking for a good bread knife, that there's the one. Not only does it cut bread well, but it cuts through frozen chicken like nobody's business. Love it.)


Mmmmm... Frenchy bready goodness. Seriously, it's all I can do not to eat the whole warm loaf.


*nom*nom*nom*


*Bonus Recipe!!*

Now, the only problem with this bread is that it just doesn't keep well. No matter what you do it dries overnight and just isn't as yummy. So I usually only make one loaf. But if I do make two loaves, then the second night I either toast the second loaf, or I make

Die Young But Happy French Toast.

Again, click to embiggen.

You read that right, my friends.

This is a recipe I have stolen from the great Mr. Alton Brown, of Good Eats fame. It is good. REALLY good. Life changing good.

For reals.

You will die from it because it's all half-and-half and eggs and fried in butter. But it will be worth it because you will be happy.

I will admit: I have been known to make this french bread just so I can have this french toast the next day.

First, gather your simple ingredients. (Disclaimer: I didn't have any half-and-half when I made this, so I used 1% milk. But since we usually drink skim milk, 1% still felt pretty rich!) Also, notice that I have some vanilla out. I decided to add a splash to this batch to see how it tasted. Verdict? Yummmmm...


Now mix it all up really well. I used my handy-dandy hand mixer, which I love. This bad boy gets used on an almost daily basis. You want to mix the custard really well because you don't want any of that white stringy stuff from the eggs. Erlack.


Now let that sit in the fridge overnight. It makes it all the better.

Now you could also slice the bread the night before and let it get all stale and hard. That helps it soak up the custard even better. But I forgot, and things still worked out pretty well. So stick some slices in and let 'em soak for 15-30 seconds per side. (Depending on how much patience you have that day.)


Then set the soggy bread on a cooling rack over a jelly roll pan (to catch any spills). Let it sit for at least 1-2 minutes, although I usually let it sit a lot longer while I'm waiting for my electric skillet to heat up.


Now plop some butter into that skillet and let it melt and sizzle. (Disclaimer: I didn't have any real butter that day. And if it's not real butter, then it's not worth it to me. So I used non-stick cooking spray, which worked just fine.) Then put in some of the slices. Cook for about three minutes per side.


Then stick the cooked slices on a greased (or Silpat-ed) jelly roll pan. Once they're all cooked, bake in a 375 degree oven for at least five minutes. (I usually do somewhere between 5-10 minutes.)


You don't want to skip the baking - it makes the outside of the french toast a little drier and crispy, and the inside nice and custardy moist.

Top with some syrup and you're in heaven. Or peanut butter and syrup, if you're like the men in my family. (BTW, at this point it would be nice to have a few shots of the family eating. But they were too busy snarfing down the french toast and really couldn't be bothered.)

So there you go. Die young. But happy.

You're welcome.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Volume Two

Remember last year when I made my blog book? Well, Volume Two is now gracing our bookshelf.


This one is quite a bit larger, by about 100 pages. And that's even after I culled through the posts, getting rid of those that were video-only or just kinda lame.


I used Blurb again, and am once again completely satisfied. The software was pretty easy to use (especially since I had used it before), the quality is fabulous, and the prices were reasonable. (Well, I don't know that reasonable is the right word. It's pretty pricey. But for what you get, I think it's worth it.)


I was nervous back at the beginning of the year because Blurb was apparently experiencing technical difficulties in exporting Blogger posts. But this was fixed in time for me to start working on my book, so all was right with the world.


The only thing I don't like about this year's book is that it looks exactly like last year's. Guess it's time to get to work on a new look for my blog. (Which I'll do once my new laptop is here! Woo-hoo!)


As you can see, I used a lot more of the photo-bleed pages. I just love them - I think they look so cool!


Here's one of my favorite pages - full-sized invite for our Halloween Donut Party. And our zombie family picture. Sweet.


And I think my step-by-step instructions for cakes and breads turned out pretty cool, too.


I may not be the world's best journal writer. Okay, I'm the world's worst. But I think blogging and printing these books is a pretty good alternative.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Come for the Infection, Stay for the Strep

So I feel like the world's worst mother today. Especially because yesterday I was feeling like such a good mom for Josh.

Poor Spencer.

He woke up this morning with a really gross infected finger. (The index finger of his right hand, in case you're wondering.) I mean, really gross. So gross that I didn't take a picture of it for the blog because... ewww. It was all red and swollen and green and puss-filled... I don't believe I've used the word puss-filled in my blog before, and to be honest I'm kinda surprised it's taken me two years.

Anyway. Back to poor Spencer.

I didn't even know he had a cut on his finger. And of course he had no idea where the cut happened or when. So I called the doctor and set up an appointment for this afternoon. (That's how gross the finger was. Because, as you will soon see, I am most definitely not one of those mommas who runs off to the doctor for every little thing.)

We soaked the finger off an on all day and kept it bandaged and clean. So of course by the time we were about to leave for the doctor it looked a lot better. (Still gross, but better.) I even toyed with the idea of canceling the appointment, but decided in the end to still go since I had some forms for Kindergarten to fill out.

The doctor was impressed with the finger but not sure whether or not antibiotics would be necessary. But then I asked her to check Spencer's lungs, since he had had this weird cough for a few weeks. He would have these coughing fits in the morning and the evening. It was really dry coughing and sounded like he was faking it, only I knew he wasn't because it had gone on so long.

She checked him out and then checked his throat. And then immediately ordered a strep test.

Bingo.

The kid has a raging case of strep throat.

Poor Spencer.

In my defense, he hadn't been acting sick at all. Really and truly, he had been perfectly normal except for that cough.

But if it hadn't been for that gross finger I wouldn't have even taken him in.

I feel terrible. And I think my throat is starting to feel sore.

Worst. Mom. Ever.

Oh - and poor Spencer.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

What the Spork?


My boys are very different. Spencer is very independent. He will happily play the day away without checking in with me or even acknowledging my existence. He never wants to snuggle and he rarely acts out for attention.

Josh, on the other hand, loves attention. If I leave the room for more than five minutes he invariably starts wandering the house calling "Mommy? Mommy! Where are you?" He loves to snuggle and his favorite phrase lately is "Mommy, watch me!"

Lately Josh has been acting out quite a bit seeking attention. I've been trying to give him some more time, but it just hasn't been enough. So I decided that today we would have some extra-special Mommy/Joshie time.

Every couple weeks Spencer's preschool offers "Lunch Bunch", where for $5 the kids an stay an extra 75 minutes and eat lunch and play. Spencer LUVS it. So today while Spencer was at Lunch Bunch, Joshie and I had our own special lunch. We had a picnic outside in the nice weather. We played on the swingset. We talked. I watched as Josh ran around like a child possessed, talking non-stop and swinging and going down the slide. It was fun, and he relished the absolute attention I gave.

Here are a few highlights I want to remember:

- Santa put a titanium spork in Lance's stocking, mistakenly thinking he might use it at work. Instead it sits in our utensil drawer. So I got it out for Josh to use today.
Josh: What is that?
Me: It's a fork and a spoon in one. A spork.
Josh: What?
Me: Spork.
Josh: Fork spoon.
Me: Spork.
Josh: A what?
Me: Spooooorrrrk.
Josh: Ooottaayyy. Oooh, I like it.
The spork is apparently a very confusing, yet fascinating, utensil for a toddler. It was brought up and explained again several times during lunch.

- We chatted about what it would be like when the baby came. I know it's all going to be a shock to Josh, but I figure if we talk about it a bunch he might not be so... surprised... traumatized... whatever. Then we talked about what we should name the baby.
Me: Joshie, what should we name the baby?
Joshie: Poop. (We're all about the potty humor lately.)
Me: Um. No. How 'bout Baby Hot Dog?
Joshie: Noooo!
Me: Baby Apple?
Joshie: No. Baby Daddy.
Me: Daddy? But then we would be confused!
Joshie: Baby Spencer!
Me: But we already have a Spencer! What about Baby Spiderman?
Joshie: Nooooo... Oh... otay! Spiderman yeah!

- Joshie is a daredevil on the slide. He loves going down any way other than just sitting down facing forward. Today he was at the top and called out, "Mommy! I'm Superman flying!" and proceeded to go down on his belly face first. He flew down and biffed his face pretty hard into the grass. I thought he'd start crying and and wailing, but instead he started laughing, spit out some grass, and said "I flied!"

- At the end of the lunch Joshie looked around and said, "Where's Specer?" (He doesn't pronounce the 'n'.) I answered "He's at preschool." To which Joshie replied "I miss him. I want to play." Now if that's not enough to melt a momma's heart, I don't know what is.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Green Day

This is the first year Spencer has embraced the whole wearing o' the green for St. Patrick's Day. He was even concerned about not wearing green pajamas last night.

This makes me feel bad, because I usually do a whole green-themed dinner. But tonight I'm hosting bunko, so the boys (Lance included) have to fend for themselves! (Can you say boxed mac & cheese?)

I had planned to make waffles this morning (I have a great buttermilk waffle recipe, btw), but Josh was adamant about having cold cereal. Well, despite what he may think, our two year old does not rule this house. Much. So I decided to sweeten the deal by making green waffles. "Ooooh, yesss... otay!" was his approval.

Because I'm all about Joshie's approval.

Mmm... green wafflessss...


Yesterday we also had a green scavenger hunt to help decorate the mantel. The boys and I walked around the house looking for fun green things. They loved it, and I think it actually looks pretty cool. Way better than plastic shamrocks and leprechauns. (I'm especially proud of the Irish Oatmeal I found in the cupboard. Yum. No, seriously.)


Are things going green in your home?

Monday, March 16, 2009

Birthday Contest Winner!


Congratulations, Amy! You're the winner of the birthday in a box! Please email me your address so I can get it in the mail for you. (marenmadsen816 at yahoo dot com)

It's extra-awesome that Amy won because she will be celebrating a new little birthday any day now. Best of luck with your newest little one, Amy! I hope the delivery goes well and easily - you deserve it. (You also deserve a chocolate cake as a welcome home from the hospital. Hint-hint, Brian. :)

Friday, March 13, 2009

How the Boys Ended Their Day

Because nothing calms them down for bed like wrestling with daddy...
(My favorites are the actions shots.)