It’s time for Show-n-Tell and I’m sharing my latest ceramics. Have I mentioned why I love pottery? Because every step of the process takes so much concentration that I think of nothing else while I’m working. Also, any bowl with a cracked bottom can be used…as a planter!
Hon, these potato latkes tasted as good as they smelled! I tripled the recipe below, then portioned and froze them, ready to defrost and reheat at a moment’s notice. Prepping and frying latkes is a lot of work, which is why I make them only twice a year. Yes, they’re cooked in oil. But, they’re worth it on occasion, especially if served with applesauce or sour cream.
4 large potatoes, peeled and grated (I used a food processor to grate potatoes and onions.)
1 cup onions, grated
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup flour
Salt and pepper to taste
Corn, canola or vegetable oil
brown paper grocery bags, cut open and flattened on a counter
1. Insert grating disc in food processor and grate potatoes. Place potatoes in a colander sitting in a bowl or sink. Drain excess liquid.
2. Grate onions in food processor.
3. In a large bowl, combine drained potatoes with eggs, salt, pepper, baking powder, flour and onions. Mix well.
4. Pour a layer of oil in frying pan and heat on a medium heat.
5. Drop potato mixture by spoonfuls into hot oil. (Be careful, because they splatter.)
6. When one side of a latke is medium brown, turn and brown other side.
7. Drain on paper bags.
Yield: approximately 25 latkes, depending on the size of the spoon and amount of mixture you drop into the oil.
*If not serving right away, you may freeze latkes once they’ve cooled. When ready to serve, preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Place latkes in a single layer on foil-lined cookie sheets. Bake approximately 15 minutes or until crisp.
Serve with applesauce or sour cream.
Hon, I came across these Thanksgiving poems written by my triplet son and daughter when they were in third grade. Where’s my other triplet daughter’s poem? I’m not sure, but hope its already tucked away in her Memory Bin.
I hope you had a lovely long weekend spent with family and friends. If Thanksgiving isn’t your holiday, then Happy Holiday to whichever holiday you celebrate.
Guess what I’m thinking of when I run these days? Pie, of course!
After a pie baking day when I did not eat a piece of pie, I’ve been dreaming about dessert on Thanksgiving. If you think I will be stuffed from dinner, you’re right. But…
there’s always room for dessert!
I made all the dough the same way, but some rolled out beautifully and some did not. After trying fruitlessly to roll out the top of one pie, I had an idea care of Ceramics class.
I used a heart shaped cookie cutter to cut out smaller sections of dough, which I then overlapped to form the top crust. Do you like the result?
I also decided to make mini Apple Pies in a muffin tin. After lining the muffin tin with baking cups, I formed small pie crusts, added the apple filling and pinched the crusts closed.
The mini apple pies gave off a lot of liquid, which seeped out of the sides of the baking cups causing them to stick to the muffin tin. So, next time, I would drain the apple mixture more as well as double or triple the baking cups in each section.
Happy baking, hon!
I love pecan pie! While showing off photos of my lovely-looking pie, I was informed that I pronounce pecan incorrectly. I say pee-CAN, but was told it should be pronounced pi-CAHN. Either way I say it, my mouth waters just thinking about one of my favorite desserts!
In addition to apple and pumpkin pies, I’m adding this pie to my Thanksgiving dinner menu. I found it in a Williams-Sonoma Essentials of Baking cookbook.
Happy baking, hon!
P.S. How do you pronounce pecan?
Basic Pie Crust
1 1/3 (325 ml) cups flour
1/2 (2 ml) teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (125 ml) vegetable shortening
1/4 cup (50 ml) ice water
Food Processor Directions: Insert steel blade in food processor. Mix flour and salt, then place the mixture in the food processor. Add shortening and process until mixture resembles cornmeal (about 5 seconds). Slowly pour ice water through feed tube and process until dough forms a ball (about 5 to 10 seconds). Chill dough for easier handling.
Shortcut: If you don’t have time to make your own crust, use store-bought, unbaked pie crust.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
3 large eggs
1/2 cup (4 oz/ 125 g) sugar
1 cup (10 oz/ 315 g) dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup (2 oz/ 60g) unsalted butter, melted (I used margarine)
1 1/2 cups (6oz/ 185g) large pecan pieces, cut into halves and quarters
Whipped Cream, optional
1. Roll out the crust and form a pie shell in a baking dish.
2. To make the filling, in a large bowl, combine eggs, sugar, corn syrup, and vanilla. Whisk until blended.
3. Whisk in melted butter (or margarine) .
4. Using a spoon, stir in pecans.
5. Pour filling into pie crust.
6. Bake pie until filling is set. The cookbook’s recipe recommends 45-50 minutes baking time, but my pie took 65 minutes to bake, so I suggest watching the pie to see how much time it needs in your oven. The center of the pie should jiggle slightly if the pan is given a gentle shake.
7. Transfer to wire rack and let cool. Serve warm or a room temperature with whipped cream, if desired.
*The pie can be covered with plastic wrap and stored at room temperature for up to 2 days.
*I made my pie a few weeks in advance and froze it, covering it in plastic wrap and tin foil. I’ll thaw it the day before Thanksgiving and warm it in the oven on 250 degrees F before serving.
I’ve never posted an appeal for help before but I got a request from Mai Demeterio, a Filipino mom in my neighborhood. She and Odessa Alpuerto started a grassroots effort to raise money for victims of Typhoon Haiyan. If you are so inclined, please check out their fundraising effort: Phillippine Typhoon Relief.
In addition, I follow a blog called This Man’s Journey. ”Island Traveler,” who writes the blog, is also Filipino and raising funds for victims of the typhoon. If you click on This Man’s Journey above, it’ll bring you to a post about what he and his family are doing and how you can help.
You Were Talking About Bliss
(For a gypsy heart)
You ask me in an offhand way
To tell you what I know,
To go unobstructed along dark paths,
See the light of day fold itself
Into a canopy of trees
That confides its own theology
Is to be devoutly wished for.
I am not talking about gods
Who have their own agenda
In choirs of water that whisper
To my weaker ambitions.
They can drown out the still small voice
I never hear
Until after it has said
What it meant to say
And left as soft and calm
As it goes to steal away, so quiet
I might think its thoughts were mine.
But, it is my voice that speaks to me;
Not deities or muse,
That puts one foot in front of the other,
That takes me through meadow, forest,
Along some tide worn beach, or into cities
Where humanity attempts to best itself
In a thousand different ways each day.
I will not go gently anymore from here.
I’m done with timid questions. Or else
I fade immeasurably. Grown clear,
Living has become a solid thing, real.
The day to day I answer to.
Meet Linda Bozzo. Linda tagged me on her blog, Writerlinda.blogspot.com. She is the author of over 50 non-fiction books for the school and library market. She enjoys writing fiction as well as non-fiction for children. Many of her fiction stories are inspired by her love of dance. Linda is member of the Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She enjoys presenting her writing journey to both children and adults. Linda lives in New Jersey with her family where she can visit the Jersey shore and enjoy the culture of New York City. You can find Linda online at http://www.lindabozzo.com.
I’m excited to introduce you to French children’s book author, Nicole Snitselaar. We met through PiBoIdMo. Here’s what Nicole says about her writing journey.
Writing, I’ve always loved writing!
But writing is so more rewarding when it can be shared.
I am lucky to have had many picture-books published these last years.
Most of my books are in French.
But you will never guess how happy I was when Top That published two of my English stories!
Why do I write in English?
In fact, English was my first language as a little girl, and it just rings so familiar to my ear. My parents read to us many picture books who came from Great Britain. I would even say, they only read English books!
It was so much easier for my mother! She is Scottish. She married a Dutch man (my father) and they lived in Belgium, and later in France. And my first language was English… It took time for my mother to learn French !
And I got to speak French once I went to school at the age of 4.
Today I am the mother of five young adults.
I have been wririn songs and nursery rhymes for… as far as I can remember! I have several CD’s released. (one about English nursery rhymes in French and English )
One day, I decided it was time for me to start writing more than just songs.
Some of us had the urge to slide down the dunes then climb back up. We all wanted to absorb the warmth of the sand.
In the profoundness of The Quiet, I thought I might hear G-d whisper. Standing atop a mountain of sand, I felt close to the heavens. Walking ahead, the rising sand is all you can see. Behind, the immense, lush Sangre de Cristo Rocky Mountains are as tall as the clouds.
The dunes call out to your mind, body and soul. I never wanted to leave.
Our summer roadtrip seems like a long time ago, but I’ll never forget visiting The Great Sand Dunes.
It was a long drive from the main road in Alamosa County, Colorado to the park’s entrance. Then, finding the one lane, dirt road that wound up along the base of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range to a parking area was a challenge. Would our rental car make it up the hill and over the rocky, bumpy path? Once we parked, the sand dunes seemed very far off, and in between us and the sand dunes was scrub, bent trees and cacti.
Maybe it was the big sky that made the sand seem so far away, but it didn’t take long to hike down to the base of the dunes and reach a stream.
I saw creatures in the partly submerged driftwood. After I let my imagination stretch wide, I looked up and…
…breathed in the beauty of the dunes.
…to those that like zombies, monsters, witches, spiders, skeletons, horror movies, haunted houses, dressing up, trick-or-treating and, of course, candy! Hon, I like all of those things. Surprised?
When I was in high school, my friend and I would rent two movies whenever I slept over. First, we’d watch a horror movie, then a comedy. We loved all the horror movies and psychological thrillers of the ’80′s. Halloween, Friday the 13th, The Exorcist; you name it, we watched it. While watching the movies, we’d cling to each other for dear life, shriek our brains out and then laugh hysterically. My friend’s mom would called down from the top of the stairs, “Girls, you’re making too much noise! Please stop screaming!” Of course, that made us laugh until we cried. In another post, I’ll tell you the practical joke my friend’s younger brother played on. He gets points for creativity!
I recently saw The Conjuring and loved it! The Woman in Black and World War Z were scary. And, although I don’t care for the Saw movies, an old-fashioned horror movie makes me feel like I’m on a rollercoaster right there in the theatre. So fun!
So what’s up with the zombies?
I passed a house decorated for Halloween a bunch of times before I stopped to take a closer look. The zombies drew me over, but the ghouls on the porch kept me there. They are freaky! They make my Halloween decorations look quaint in comparison. Some of the zombies have eyes that must light up at night. I like how they look like they’re coming out of the bushes. Check out the giant spider web on the porch! Who’s the unlucky bloke (yes, bloke!) that’s been trapped?
Guess where I’ll be on Halloween? Driving by the zombie house. I bet they’ll have dry ice to set the mood.
Do you have fun plans?