4 large over-ripe bananas, mashed
Ubiquitous Banana Bread
4 large over-ripe bananas, mashed
Twice I managed to destroy my Mile-High Chocolate Cream Pie / Valentine’s Day post. But here we go. Again. I won’t even dare to hope the third time will be the charm. I’ll post and never look back, won’t go back even for a quick edit or two.
If you love chocolate pudding, you will love this pie. It is a richer, more adult version of what you probably ate as a kid. Enjoy.
In a small bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt. Set aside.
In a separate bowl, mix flour with instant dry yeast. Let sit for about 30 seconds.
Add flour/yeast combo in batches to other ingredients, alternating with remaining water, mixing as you go. Work it until dough neatly clears sides of the bowl.
Switch to dough hook and knead for about a minute (or knead by hand on lightly floured board).
Transfer dough to lightly oiled bowl, turning to coat. Cover with a damp cloth and let rise in a warm place for about 30 minutes.
Preheat oven to 475 degrees. Lightly grease a baker’s half-sheet pan (11×17 inches).
Punch down dough, kneading briefly, then place it on the prepared pan, pressing and patting it to fill the pan.
Now the fun part: use your fingertips to make dimples (indentations) all over the dough. (I read online that some people actually have a kitchen tool called a “dimpler.” I love it for its name alone, but I won’t be buying one. My fingers are my dimpling agents.)
Brush dimpled dough with olive oil. Liberally sprinkle with sea salt, garlic, chopped rosemary and grated parmesan.
Bake in preheated oven for 12-15 minutes, rotating pan at the 7-minute mark.
My craving for turkey chili this weekend and my desire to view “Like Water for Chocolate” for the 38th or so time since it was released in the 1990s really don’t have much to do with each other — other than the fact that I’m going to subject you to them both. And the fact that I plan to scarf down a bowl or two of the long-simmered goodness while I watch the best movie ever, nestled on the sofa in my orange flannel pajama pants.
If you haven’t seen “Like Water for Chocolate,” get thee to your favorite purveyor of films and prepare yourself to be wooed by a story of forbidden love, lust, sensual cooking, a naked horseback ride with a rebel leader, bitter sisterly rivalry (one’s overly flatulent, one’s all sugar and spice), a demonic mama and the dramatic consequences when one goes without satisfying a heart’s desire for far too long! (one of few exclamation points you will ever see me use)
I can’t wait to watch it. Again. Each time is like the first time. If you don’t believe me, listen to Playboy; the mag called it “erotic and delectable.”
Now on to the feasting portion of this evening’s entertainment. I made my go-to turkey and bean chili this afternoon (adapted from a recipe in the November 1999 issue of Bon Appetit) — it’s simmering on the stove as I write this —and corn muffins to help sop up the meat, the beans, the tomatoes swimming in their spicy — but not too spicy — bath.
This recipe is flexible. I try to balance my weekly intake of fat-laden baked goods by preparing dinners that are hearty but healthy and low-fat. If you prefer ground beef in your chili, make that substitution. If you like more heat, go for it. This recipe provides a good baseline.
Cookbooks are my vice. I buy them even when unemployed. I read them over and over and over again — slumped over the kitchen counter, on my bed, in the hammock, on the sofa, on the floor. They comfort me. When I’ve had a particularly crapola kind of day, they give me hope.
I read lots of other books, too, but cookbooks are my security blanket.
Here’s a bit of what lines my kitchen shelves:
A Return to Cooking (Eric Ripert and Michael Ruhlman)
American Food (Evan Jones)
Aquavit (Marcus Samuelsson)
The Art of Eating (not a cookbook but a collection of works by M.F.K. Fisher)
Baking & Pastry: Mastering the Art and Craft (Culinary Institute of America)
Bittersweet (Alice Medrich)
The Bread Bible (Beth Hensperger)
The Cake Bible (Rose Levy Beranbaum)
Classic Indian Vegetarian and Grain Cooking (Julie Sahni)
(no, I am not a vegetarian)
A Dish of Tea (Connor Prairie Museum)
The Enchanted Broccoli Forest (Molly Katzen)
How to Be a Domestic Goddess (Nigella Lawson)
How to Eat (Nigella Lawson)
James Beard’s Theory & Practice of Good Cooking
The King Arthur Flour Baker’s Companion (written by my peeps at KAF, of course)
The Little House Cookbook (Barbara M. Walker)
The Moosewood Restaurant Kitchen Garden (David Hirsch)
(nestled among tomes dedicated to fat and sugar, of course)
The Pat Conroy Cookbook (Pat Conroy with Suzanne Williamson Pollok)
The Pie and Pastry Bible (Rose Levy Beranbaum)
The Southern Junior League Cookbook (Edited by Ann Seranne)
p.s. I have a thing for southerners, though I am not one myself. And a thing for all things Scandinavian, including half of myself. I also have a thing for baked goods. And fish. And smoked things. And chocolate things. And pickled things. And spicy things.
Basically, I have a thing for everything.
Banana Pecan Muffins
Crumble topping
1/2 cup sugar (I used granulated but brown would be lovely, too)
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
4 tablespoons cold unsalted butter (salted would be fine, really)
1 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 large eggs
3/4 cup pecans, chopped finely (read, to within an inch of their lives — my cohorts and I don’t like chunky nuts in our muffins; I pretty much ground mine in the food processor; do what you will)
Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Grease, or line with papers, 12-cup standard muffin tin (I used paper liners as my pre-World War II muffin tin does not behave when it comes to releasing baked goods).
Mash your bananas, then mash them some more. Don’t worry about chunks, though; you want it chunky. Set bananas aside.
Prepare streusel topping: use a pastry blender, a fork or two knives to cut the cold butter into flour/sugar combo until you have a pebbly mixture. Set streusel topping aside.
Whisk sugar with oil until frothy. Add eggs; whisk till well combined. Set aside.
Whisk together dry ingredients (flour through cinnamon). GENTLY FOLD (yes, all caps is obnoxious and I don’t mean to yell, but it’s important to go easy; you don’t want to overwork your batter) your wet mixture, mashed bananas and ground pecans into your dry ingredients. Use as few strokes as possible to combine everything. It will be lumpy. This is good. Lumps are lovely.
Scoop batter into muffin tray, filling each cup to just about its top.
Place 1 tablespoon-ish of streusel topping on top of each.
Bake in preheated oven for 20-25 minutes. They are done when your cake tester / toothpick comes out clean when delicately plunged into center of one of the muffins.
Leave in pan to cool for five minutes before releasing muffins onto wire rack to cool some more. Eat as soon as your hands can handle the heat. So good. As much as I love a slathering of butter, these really don’t need it, but, again, do what you will.
I have long been a fan of the “Little House On The Prairie” series (the books, not the show so much, but, despite that, I’ve probably seen every episode). Anyway, as a child I read them and reread them, then read them again. I wanted to be Laura. I wanted to stand where she stood. It was my dream to visit all of the Little House sites, Laura’s former homesteads with her family, and I finally visited some of them as an adult. You may laugh, but these trips were just about the only vacations I have ever taken. Forget island paradise. I went to Missouri.