Thursday, April 30, 2009

Bread of the Month: Bagels!

I have always wanted to make homemade bagels and today was the perfect day. Mainly because it was the last day of the month, I had forgotten about bread of the month, and I had all of the ingredients.

For once my beloved Joy of Cooking let me down - nary a bagel recipe in sight. Weird. So I looked in some of my other cookbooks, but the recipes I found didn't seem very authentic. So I searched the web and came up with a bazillion recipes, some super complicated. So I did something I've never done before: I tried an Emeril recipe. BAM!

Unfortunately, I don't think Emeril edited his recipe very well - there were ingredients in the list that were never used in the directions. And there were some steps left out. Fortunately, I was able to figure things out. But still. Annoying. BAM!

Let's get started.

First, I let the water, sugar, and yeast get all soft and frothy. Not that I needed to, since I used instant yeast, but I thought you might like to see what it looks like.


Then I added the flour.


And kneaded and kneaded and kneaded. Well, my KitchenAid did all the work. As it should. But I had to stand there and watch it. And when you're retaining as much water as I am, that's a lot of work.


You want the dough to be really stiff and thicker than regular bread dough. I use the hook test.


See? Clings to the hook and doesn't stick to your fingers. Done.

Then I let it raise for an hour in a well greased bowl. During that time I finally finished that dang gliding rocker I've been redoing. But that's another post.

After the dough doubled in size I divided it into 12 (mostly) equal parts.


Time to shape the bagels! First you roll a piece into a 4-6" log.


Then bring it together with a few fingers in the middle to make sure there's a hole. I wonder if this is the best way to do it, or just the Emeril way? I think next time I make bagels I'll just roll them into balls and then poke a hole in the middle. Just to see what happens.


Look at my poor water-bloated hand. Someone should stick a pin in me just to see what happens. (I suspect I'd spring a leak, like a water balloon or something. Seriously, folks, I'm dyin' here. And yet I'm still making homemade bagels...)

Place the shaped bagels on a greased cookie sheet and let them raise again, but not for too long. I think that was a mistake I made - letting them raise too long the second time around. It doesn't really affect the flavor, but your bagels are a bit mishapen because they fall a little when you place them in the boiling water.


Boiling water?! That's right. That's the next step. Twelve cups of water, 1 Tbls of sugar, boil the bagels 1 minute per side. That's what gives them that great chewy crust.


This is what they look like when they come out of the water. Kinda weird. Not very appetizing. This is also the step Emeril left out - when to put the toppings on. It didn't say anywhere. So I decided just out of the water was a good time, since the toppings would stick. I did sesame seeds, kosher salt, and plain.


See my finger indentations on the bagels? That's because they raised too long, like mentioned. Oh well.

Oh, and here's what the water looked like during the last three bagels. It got all bubbly and gluteny and junk. (Yes, 'and junk' is a cooking term.)


Then into a 400 degree oven they went! For all of five minutes. Then I flipped them and baked for another 30 minutes.

While they baked I was in the baby's room sewing a blanket for some friends who just had their first baby. And let me tell you, I could tell by the heavenly aroma that reached all the way to the other end of the house that I was in for a treat.

Voila.


They came out just perfectly golden brown.

Onto the cooling rack they went. Nice and crispty hot. Smelling like, well, like freshly baked bagels. And that's a wonderful scent, my friends.


Oh man. I couldn't wait for them to cool down.


I'm glad I didn't. The crusty was perfectly crispy and the inside was perfectly hot and soft and... oh man.


I tried it with blueberry jam. And honey. And a little butter. All wonderful.

And then I had one later for a late afternoon snack. The crust wasn't as crispy, but it was still nice and chewy and yummy. I ate it plain and was perfectly happy. Swollen, but happy.

Verdict? Unlike homemade English Muffins, homemade bagels are very much worth the extra effort and time. They will definitley become part of my carb-loving, bread-making repertoire.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Manly Men

My boys have really gotten into little plastic Army men lately. (Thanks, Margot.) We even had to buy a 55 piece set yesterday because the eight or so they had just didn't cut it. They're all about setting them up, knocking them over, and then wrestling on top of them because someone didn't want them knocked over.

Manly stuff.

Spencer came to me quite distraught this afternoon because Josh had peeled off the stickers on one of the flags. He was quite traumatized, because without the stickers on the flag how would he know which army was good and which was bad? Oh, the questions and conundrums of childhood!

So I suggested we look through my sticker collection and see if we could find something suitable for his army flag. I thought he'd go for some stars or a bear or rhino or something testosteroney. (I have a lot of random stickers.)

Nope.

He chose this:


Yes, those are Easter Eggs and polka dots.


Pastel and cute. Not so manly.

Spencer was terribly pleased. He claimed he would have used the Christmas stickers, but since Easter was more recent he'd use the eggs. He happily ran walked back to the living room, admiring his flag and humming "Jingle Bells". Josh quickly started trying to peel the stickers off of the other flag, in the hopes that he could have an Easter egg flag, too. (No success, yet.)

Such manly little men I have.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Self-Portrait Tuesday: Week 34



Dude. My belly. It is sagging.

*sigh*

Monday, April 27, 2009

Conversation of the Day

Josh: Waaaahaaahaaa!

Me (not sounding too sympathetic, but realizing that the crying/whining won't stop unless I recognize it): What's wrong, Joshie?

Josh: Wencer put his finger up my nose!

Me: *silence*

Josh: My nose! Up it!

Me: That's really quite gross. Spencer, did, you put your finger up Joshie's nose?

Spencer: Um, no. Okay, yeah.

Me: Don't. It's gross. And go wash your hands.

Spencer: I don't need to! I wiped my hands on Joshie!

Me: *silence* and *sigh*

Josh: Give me hug, Wencer!

Saturday, April 25, 2009

History Repeated

Spencer at Zach's birthday party - April 22, 2007


Josh at Zach's birthday party - April 25, 2009


Question: why am I always be shot at during Zach's birthday parties?

Friday, April 24, 2009

Inverse Proportions

1. The amount of help you want from your children is inversely proportional to the amount of help they are willing to give.

a) Example 1: Painting a rocking chair - no help needed (or wanted, for that matter).
You will not be able to beat off all of your little helpers with a stick. Or bribe them away. Or distract them with anything whatsoever. ("Look! I bought you hover-bikes. Go play with them. Away from my paint." "No thanks, Mommy. I want to help you paint.")

b) Example 2: Cleaning up the living room, which has been declared a Federal Disaster Area - FEMA cannot be counted on for aid, so you need (and want) all the help you can get.
You can beg, plead, bribe, and yell, but there is no way in this world you will be able to get your two year old to put his dirty socks where they belong. And your five year old? "I can't help you clean, Mommy, I'm too tired. And this is not my mess," he claims, as he stands in the middle of a pile of his toys that have mysteriously appeared in the living room of their own accord.

2. The size of a mess is inversely proportional to the amount of time you have before your toddler discovers the mess and makes it worse.

a) Example 1: A bottle of bubble solution is spilled on the garage floor, making a huge, slick puddle - your toddler will be in that mess within mere nano-seconds.
You have just five minutes of painting left and you don't want to stop to clean up the mess. But before you can even say "Don't you dare step in that bubble puddle!", your barefoot toddler has stepped in it, slipped, rolled around in it like a wallowing pig, and is quite literally covered from head to foot in bubble solution. And he refuses to be cleaned without putting up a tremendous fight.

b) Example 2: There are three small crackers left right in front of the TV - your toddler would take a week to discover these (if ever).
Despite the fact that the crackers are, quite literally, under his nose as he stands 6" from the screen, he will ignore them until judgment day. Or until you finally decide to pick them up, at which time he will freak out because they "were his".

3. How much the kids beg to go outside is inversely proportional to how good the weather is.

a) Example 1: It's a perfect 72 degrees, with a light breeze and a few clouds - the kids will refuse to play outside.
You will have to trick them to go outside and then 'accidentally' lock the door. How long you have to listen to them whine and complain at the back door depends on how long you can ignore them.

b) Example 2: It's snowing, sleeting, thundering and lightening, showering hail the size of golf balls and a tornado has been spotted - the kids will beg for 16 hours to be let outside.
And once you finally give in, bundle them up, and let them out, they will be back inside within five minutes.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Random Events of the Day

  1. Waking up in the baby/guest room. Poor Lance was sick yesterday and thus snored. Loudly. Ferociously even. Rather than beat him, like I normally do, I just slept on the guest bed and woke up a little disoriented.
  2. The boys and I had a good discussion about what newborn babies can and cannot do. (Can: cry, eat, sleep, poop, loll their heads. Cannot: talk, eat candy, sleep in Joshie's bed, go potty on the potty, or dance.) Then I dropped this bombshell on Josh: when the baby comes, he's going to live with us. Josh gave me a look as if this thought had never and would have never in a million years come into his little head. It was like looking at the toddler version of Rodin's The Thinker.
  3. After lunch I was feeling pretty gross and decided I needed a nap. So I put on a movie and got out all of the best toys for the boys. I had been in bed for literally 30 seconds when I heard the fighting start. 60 seconds later Josh was crawling into bed with me, tears streaming and nose running. A tissue and a few blankies later, he was snoring in bed next to me. (But not as loudly as his father!) We slept for two hours, while Spencer played computer and who knows what else. Everyone happy.
  4. We had dinner at Chuck-E-Cheese tonight because the boys finally got enough stickers on their Being Good at Bedtime Chart. It was grand and glorious. The boys actually applauded as we pulled into the parking lot. We had saved tickets from a few other trips and they were each able to choose 'big toys' - these weird, spiky, plastic balls. (a.k.a. the most expensive balls we have ever bought.) The evening ended in tears because they were both so worn out, proving that they had had a fabulous time.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Clean Freak

I've been doing a little spring cleaning with our toys lately. You know, washing off all food, mystery spots, milk and juice splatters, and other little boy detritus. I left the room to do some laundry and came back to find this:

My own little clean freak. Spraying, wiping, and scrubbing as if he had been doing it since the day he was born.


It makes a momma proud.

Happy Birthday Grandma Susie!

Monday, April 20, 2009

This Is Totally My Life


(Found here.)

Random Good Things Monday

Today was a day of random good things.

1. I overslept (Lance turned his alarm clock off but didn't bother waking me up) ((I use his alarm as my own)) but still got Spencer up and ready in time for preschool. Despite Josh's best efforts otherwise. (Take that, demon toddler!)

2. Remember the really nice cookware set I bought about 18 months ago? The 3 quart saucepan, which I use on a daily basis, started to have problems about six months ago. Specifically, the handles kept coming loose. Every time I tightened the screws they would just come loose again. Then, about three months ago no matter how much I tightened them the screws wouldn't get tighter. I must have stripped them, although I never tried to tighten that much. What was weird, though, was that I couldn't loosen them and just take the handles off, either. As a result I had extra wobbly handles; annoying. I finally got around to taking the sauce pan back to Kitchen Art, where I originally bought the set. (I figured I would start with them rather than the manufacturer.) I figured they could at least point me in the right direction.

They. Were. Awesome.

I was there all of ten minutes and then left with a brand new sauce pan. They were polite, helpful, apologetic about the pan (even though it wasn't their fault!), and didn't seem to mind Josh's best attempts at destroying the store. Buying local is so worth any extra cost! I LOVE good customer service. They just gained a lifelong customer.

3. I made Josh a messenger tote bag today using this super-easy tutorial. (It took me longer than 32 minutes, but that's because the boys insisted on interrupting me every other freakin' minute.) Joshie chose the Thomas fabric (not my cup of tea) and loved it. Tomorrow Spencer gets Lightening McQueen and I get some really cute summer prints. Pictures are sure to follow.


4. My herbs are sprouting like crazy! I may not get to have a vegetable garden this year, but I will have lots of herbs in my sunny kitchen windowsill. *joy*


5. We had Dirt Dessert for FHE tonight. Josh particularly enjoyed helping me put the gummy worms into the 'dirt'. And it took a few assurances to Spencer that the dirt was actually quite yummy and mysteriously tasted like Oreo cookies.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Spring Fest '09

Every year Purdue puts on Spring Fest, which is full of free, family-friendly activities. (Right up our alley.) ((Especially the free part.)) We haven't been for the past couple of years because the weather was so yucky, but today was a Spring-perfect 65 degrees.

First the boys played a ring-toss game and won some candy.

I would have preferred to win the Cherry Coke. Oh well.

Then we checked out the animals. They were enthralled and I couldn't get anyone to turn around for a picture.

Joshie and the cow share a 'moment'. (Seriously, the cow was looking at him dead-on.)

Joshie thought the piglets were so funny - he just giggled and giggled.

I felt for that momma piggy. She kept wandering around the pen, trying to get away from all those piglets, who kept fighting over her and trying to eat. I might not have eight babies to nurse at one time, but I know what it's like to have kids hanging on to you, whining about being hungry and whatnot, and having no hope of escape.

There! I finally got someone to turn around!

We also got to pet some baby ducks and chickens. (No pictures because I was doin' the holding.) The boys were quite impressed. We even got to see a chick who had just hatched out of its shell. As I was holding Josh and explaining the whole thing to him you could see the wheels turning in his head. (Joshie's thought process: "That chick was in the egg. And then he came out. So chickens come from eggs. Oh. My. Gosh.") He then said "But not from our eggs, right?" No Josh - no chicks will come from the eggs in our fridge!

Then it was time for the main event - the Roach Races at Roach Hill Downs!


If you have never been to the Roach Races I highly suggest you go. They are serious fun.

Part of the reason the races are so great is the announcer, Arwin Provonsha. He's awesome!

Another great thing is all the little touches around the race track. Like this roach protester. This picture is for you, Dad! (My dad got his Ph.D. in entomology.) ((Dad, you have GOT to be here for the Bug Bowl some day.))

They randomly select children to be "Roach Jockeys" for each race. This year Josh was chosen! What a grand and important honor!

Lance went up with Josh for moral support.

Joshie holding his racing roach. He was pretty impressed.

Then Josh got his racing hat - which we got to keep. How awesome is that?! (Very.)

Time for the races to start!

Here's a video of Joshie's roach being introduced - and a bit of roach racing action.

Joshie's roach didn't win, but that's okay because I won a free t-shirt in my bet that the blue racing roach would. I got a super-huge Bug Bowl t-shirt to fit over my super-huge pregnant belly. Awesome. And attractive. But mostly awesome.


After Bug Bowl we met up with our old friends the Munz's and enjoyed lunch with them. - our first barbecue of the year. (Yum!) The boys set a great example for Sydney (their 11-month-old) by fighting, rough-housing, and snarfing down their hot dogs. I forgot to take any pictures. Oops. (Pictures of pigs - yes. Pictures of friends - no. Dang it!) But that's okay because we had a nice time chatting and catching up. (Thanks again, guys!)

Overall, a fun and lucrative Spring Fest!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Kitchen Numbers

Number of times I've swept the kitchen floor today: 3

Items of food that have fallen to the floor:
- 3/4 of a piece of buttered toast (buttered side down)
- one whole piece of pizza (cheese side down)
- one whole chocolate cupcake (frosting side down)

Number of spots of skillet lasagna I have found and scrubbed off of the kitchen wall today: 12+

Number of times I have gotten after Josh for throwing food in the kitchen today: 3

Number of times I have been ignored by Josh today: 3

Number of bites of lunch the boys ate today: 4

Number of snacks the boys demanded this afternoon: 4

Number of cupcakes I baked today because I craved them: 24

Number eaten by Josh: 1

Number demanded by Josh: 5

Sweet Talker


A true conversation I had with Josh this morning:

Joshie: Oh Mommy, you are so pretty! Pretty pretty.

(This took me aback because I was in my grubbiest clothes and coloring my hair. And cleaning my mess in the bathroom. Pretty? He was either being a cute toddler or he wanted something.)

Me: Oh, thank you, Joshie. Why am I pretty?

Joshie: You pretty. Look, I have a Spiderman book! Can I have juice?

Me: You've already had juice today, sweetie.

Joshie: But you're pretty, and I want juice!

Me: What makes me pretty?

Joshie: Your hair is pretty. And your tummy.

Me: You win. Let's get you some juice.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Day at the Zoo

We spent a fun day at the zoo. The weather was perfect, the snacks were plentiful, and a grand and glorious time was had by all.

Josh is in love with animals right now. And each animal is either a mommy, a daddy, or a baby. Every animal there was classified and made into a family. Did you know that gazelles are baby giraffes? Neither did I, but I was put in my place today by Josh as he explained this obviously well-known fact to me. I stand corrected.

Here are some of the pictures that I took. (Except the one of me - Spencer took that. I must look like wildlife.)


And here are some of the pictures the boys took. (My favorite is the finger.)


But best of all? The boys were so exhausted that they went to bed an hour early this evening. Totally worth all the effort!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Anti-Bread of the Month

I had a bread failure yesterday. I know, I'm just as shocked as you are. Especially during this year of the bread.

I was making rolls for dinner and for whatever reason the dough just wouldn't rise. As far as I could remember I had done everything right, so I had no idea why, after more than an hour, the dough was the same size it had started out as. (This, coupled with a few other dinner faux pas led us to El Meson for dinner. Yum.)

Well, wouldn't you know - as we were leaving for dinner I noticed the dough had finally started to rise. Whatever dough. So I popped it into the fridge.

Tonight I made some garlic rolls with half of the dough, which turned out okay. With the other half I made scones, which turned out great! This is a rare treat for my family, because I detest frying food and usually only do it during our annual donut party.

Spencer was super excited about the prospect of scones - especially after I explained that scones are like donuts without holes. He was in little boy heaven when I let him put on all the toppings of his choice: peanut butter, chocolate chips, marshmallows, and chocolate syrup. (Can you tell we don't have dessert that often? The boy went crazy.)


I decided to try an experiment: stuff a small scone with marshmallows and chocolate chips and then fry it. Verdict? A little bite of heaven. (We might have to try this at the donut party this year. You have been warned!)


So the big bread mistake turned out to be a good thing. Have you ever made a mistake with something you cooked and then turned it into something better? I'm curious to see what other mistakes I should make. :)