Friday, February 22, 2008

Brown Bread - Great Success


SUCCESS!

The results were truly remarkable! The taste is spot on! I sliced a can up and toasted them under the broiler and ate them with butter this morning. What a delight!

I was concerned because before steaming, the color of the dough was not as dark as the brown bread I am accustomed to, but after steaming the true deep brown color revealed itself.

Point of interest, it's hard to get those little buggers out of the can! The cans I used were not the type where both the bottom and top can be removed with a can opener, otherwise I could have just opened the other end and pushed them out with ease. Instead I had to begrudgingly schmickle them out of the can using a gentle pulling motion while whispering sweet nothings into the can. Too much force while pulling would have been disastrous because it would have separated the muffin-top-like top from the rest of the loaf leaving me nothing to grip it by. That was really the only setback.

Good deal! I am looking forward to eating the rest of this batch and making more!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

New England Brown Bread

Brown bread is delicious. I grew up having it on the occasional hot dogs, Boston baked beans, and brown bread for supper routine. In my own regard, this is simply one of the best meals known to man - and by man I mean this man, me.

When in college I was reminiscing about these dinners and found that many of my friends were confused. Most of them had no idea what brown bread was:
* "Oh, you mean pumpernickel, yeah that's stuff's alright."
* "Bread in a can? Is that like cranberry jelly in a can?"
* "You must be mistaken, where I come from bread comes in loaves, not cans."

My good friend Ryan (from Kingston, MA) looked surprisingly at me when I mentioned it and said "Brown bread? That stuff from a can? Oh yeah, we call that hobo-bread." He at least knew what I was talking about. Even more disappointingly, when I finally bought some at the Shaws in downtown Boston to take back to the dorms and wow all my friends it was an utter failure. Nobody was taken by the delicious flavors of toasted, buttered brown bread. Fools! I thought while eating the rest of the can by myself.

Fast forward 3 years or so.

Bea and I are living in Sheridan, WY (voted best in the West for 2006). Out of the blue I get a craving for brown bread. For about a month I searched the four major grocery stores for brown bread: Walmart Supercenter, Albertsons, Safeway, and the IGA. I was unable to find it at any of them.

The IGA was very small and I didn't expect to find it there to begin with. I didn't bother asking because I knew I had searched thoroughly and their inventory was small.

I searched high and low at Safeway and after asking Skip (who the assistant manager who the ladies I worked with thought was a real catch) I realized that I was in real trouble because he had never heard of it before.

I checked the Walmart Supercenter but had no luck. There's nobody there that really knows anything, so if you can't find it yourself in the grocery department most of the time you're out of luck. I asked several people stocking grocery shelves but mostly they thought I was crazy - after all, why would anyone buy bread in a can?

Albertsons - our grocery store of choice. It was here that I made contact . . . eventually. After several cashiers' obligatory "Did you find everything alright?" questioning at checkout time I replied "No, I have been looking for brown bread, do you carry it here?" or something like that. Mostly they responded, "Uhmm, did you check the bakery?" After explaining to them "No, it's bread that comes in a can, you know, when you go to scan it you expect it to be kind of heavy, like a can of beans, but then when you pick it up it's a lot lighter than you expected, you know, bread in a can? Weird bread in can?" But no, they still didn't know what I meant. Finally I found a cheery manager that I explained the situation to, she didn't really know but she said to find her the following week when we came back for groceries, and I did. When I tracked her down, she lead me to the canned food isle and moved some other canned food items out of the way on the very top shelf and revealed two dusty cans of brown bread! Huzzah!

She admitted that she'd never really heard of it before, never tried it before, and certainly had never seen anybody buy it before. Although I was overjoyed that I found some, it was still disappointing on account of the fact that I contained raisins. I don't care for raisins really, so in the end I didn't buy the bread.

Fast forward another year and half or so.

I am making my own good ol' fashioned New England Brown bread as we speak (type)! Homemade! Bea's grandmother gave us a bread baking cookbook this year for Christmas with a recipe for New England Brown Bread! Hurrah!

my abbreviated recipe goes a little something like this:
New England Brown Bread

1 c. cut up dried up old bread (formerly a baguette from Hannafords)
2 c. buttermilk (substituted with apple cider vinegar and milk)
1 c. corn meal
1 c. rye flour
1 c. whole wheat flour
2 tsp. baking soda
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c. molasses
butter

Soak the bread in the buttermilk for a couple hours. In a separate bowl, sift the corn meal, rye flour, whole wheat flour, baking soda, and salt. Mix in the sifted flour mixture into the bread and buttermilk mixture. Mix in the molasses.

Butter a couple leftover cans (from canned tomatoes or corn or something), and fill them two-thirds full of the brown bread mixture.

Fashion some sort of metal tray in the bottom of a large boiling pot to keep your cans from maintaining direct contact with the bottom of the pot. I used a couple different smush plates from my food mill. Fill the pot with enough water to go about half way up your cans of bread business and heat until boiling before adding the cans of dough. Once the water is boiling add the cans, cover, and reduce heat while retaining a lot of steaming action, and continue for two hours.

Right now I'm about an hour into the steaming process and they look like this:


The little can tipped over at some point so it'll probably end up being quite soggy, but hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em? What?

So, in another hour or so I will take them out (11:30pm) and let them sit overnight and hopefully will be able to toast and butter them for breakfast! I am excited to see how they turn out, and you should be too! SO DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Lunar Eclipse


"nothing I can do, partial eclipse of the moon..."

I'm not sure I've witnessed a lunar eclipse before, maybe as a child, maybe not. I do recall witnessing a total eclipse of the sun while in 5th grade or so. Either way, eclipses are another one of nature's special treats.

So I was thinking what moon-based-lifeforms might be thinking during a lunar eclipse and how freaky that would be for them, but really it's just like us earthlings during a solar eclipse, so never mind.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Presidents Day

Dream Conversations
presented by the folks who are working on Presidents Day at the Keene Sentinel Daily Newspaper


caller: Is there a paper today?
circulation staff: Did you get a paper today?
caller: No.
circulation staff: Then no, there is no paper today.

Yes there is a paper today. Ha! Get it? No? It's funny! It's not funny?

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Strange Wilderness


So, Bea and I thought Strange Wilderness might have been a funny movie on account of the fact that it had the guy(s) that were in Superbad and Knocked Up in it, but no...

This was one of the worst movies ever, it pushed the New World out of my recent trash list. At least the New World had lots of production value and classy actors, but this had nothing going for it.

Now, without going into a huge rant about this, it's arguable that there are bad movies that I like, Pootie Tang or the Stupids, but those two were self-aware of their own absurdity where Strange Wilderness was just disparately trying to be funny without success.

The best part of the movie was when we were going to the car after it was over and I found a five dollar bill in the parking lot - true story.

I could really go into detail, but it would probably just frustrate me more and I've already wasted too much time on this movie. I don't even want to think about it ever again.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

If I were a mixed drink...

If I were a mixed drink
- a haiku by me -

Me as a mixed drink?
A pickletini of course.
Make me dill, not sweet.

Last night Bea and I went out to Twenty-One for the first time, a somewhat classy bar & grill in Keene for dinner and a drink. They had quite the extensive mixed drink list which consisted mostly of specialty martinis. Although there were pages and pages of drinks I lost focus after the bottom of the first one where the Dirty Pickle Martini was listed - with pickles being my favorite thing and all, I couldn't pass the opportunity up.

I couldn't have been more satisfied! This is my new favorite mixed drink, although I'm not sure what my favorite mixed drink might have been before. The drink:
* vodka - I'm not sure what brand, but if I were to make it perhaps I would use that cucumber vodka or gin
* pickle brine - the olive brine of a regular dirty martini is replaced by pickle brine, good clear pickle brine, not that sickening green generic stuff
* dill pickle spear - a premium pickle was used, not a Shaws-brand-limp-green47-excuse for a pickle, I'm talking about a real crisp spear that you wouldn't be ashamed to eat in front of your closest friends

I thought the it was the perfect blend of pickle and martini, enough pickle to satisfy my pickle tastes without overdoing it, well, is it possible to overdo it with pickles? I doubt it.

My dad makes a swell dirty martini (with garlic stuffed olives), so I'm going to see if he can work his magic and maybe produce a couple nice pickletinis for us sometime in the near future.