Food

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Professor Joe says:
“You have been delinquent with your Hayloft updates”.

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We’ve had quite a dose of snow this year. Much of which has melted in last week but, the chickens and the boy have enjoyed it.

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Little Red approves of the boy’s nest building abilities.

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Here are some deep winter Hayloft projects:
Chair caning:

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The boy has taken up fencing:

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Preteen sleepover’s with a donut breakfast. Two and a half hours to make. Seven minutes to eat.

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Recipe courtesy of Alton Brown. I always half this recipe. Plenty for four at least. The first time made these we called our neighbors and said “Get ready! Hot donuts on the way!”
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups milk
2 1/2 ounces vegetable shortening, approximately 1/3 cup
2 packages instant yeast
1/3 cup warm water (95 to 105 degrees F)
2 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon freshly ground nutmeg
23 ounces all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting surface
Peanut or vegetable oil, for frying (1 to 1/2 gallons, depending on fryer)
Directions
Place the milk in a medium saucepan and heat over medium heat just until warm enough to melt the shortening. Place the shortening in a bowl and pour warmed milk over. Set aside.
In a small bowl, sprinkle the yeast over the warm water and let dissolve for 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, pour the yeast mixture into the large bowl of a stand mixer and add the milk and shortening mixture, first making sure the milk and shortening mixture has cooled to lukewarm. Add the eggs, sugar, salt, nutmeg, and half of the flour. Using the paddle attachment, combine the ingredients on low speed until flour is incorporated and then turn the speed up to medium and beat until well combined. Add the remaining flour, combining on low speed at first, and then increase the speed to medium and beat well. Change to the dough hook attachment of the mixer and beat on medium speed until the dough pulls away from the bowl and becomes smooth, approximately 3 to 4 minutes. Transfer to a well-oiled bowl, cover, and let rise for 1 hour or until doubled in size.
On a well-floured surface, roll out dough to 3/8-inch thick. Cut out dough using a 2 1/2-inch doughnut cutter or pastry ring and using a 7/8-inch ring for the center whole. Set on floured baking sheet, cover lightly with a tea towel, and let rise for 30 minutes.
Preheat the oil in a deep fryer or Dutch oven to 365 degrees F. Gently place the doughnuts into the oil, 3 to 4 at a time. Cook for 1 minute per side. Transfer to a cooling rack placed in baking pan. Allow to cool for 15 to 20 minutes prior to glazing, if desired.

And finally, a sad fare well to a dear mate of twenty years. Rest in peace Clementine.

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Wish you could smell this. Fresh sesame sourdough from our family pet seth the starter. My son and I grew Seth about a year and a half ago. We feed him weekly by removing one cup of the starter and baking bread, muffins (so moist), pretzels and even the occasional dog treat.

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This is Seth. He lives in our fridge.
Seth has sired two new starters for friends, Beth and Macbeth.

The recipe for sourdough bread:
Don’t panic and no hurry. The dough will happily wait for you.
1c starter
1.5c water
3c flour
Mix.

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You have just created a sponge. Let it sit and grow. About 6 hours. If in six hours the dog decides to barf on the rug, the sponge will wait. Too tired? Throw it in the fridge.
When your ready, add:
2 Tbsp kosher salt
Up to 3 cups of bread flour
I say up to 3 cups because some days you need more and some days less. I add at least the first cup and a half and dump the whole sloppy mess on a floured counter. Start to knead (with floured hands). Add flour as needed. When the dough is silky and resistant, meaning I can slap it (It’s not often I get to slap something and I have to admit sometimes I get carried away. ) and it bounces back then smack the dough into an oiled bowl and let it rise. It can rise for a few hours or, again, if it’s inconvenient stick in the fridge and slow it down until your ready. Let it come back to room temp. for the next step. Dump out the dough onto a floured counter and resist the urge to slap and knead again. Gently divide it and shape into two loaves or bake as one biggie, four minis. Whatever you desire. It is your bread to do what you please. Be sure to tuck the seams under. Leave plain or baste with egg yolk and sprinkle with your favorite topping. Then cover the dough with a tea towel. Turn oven to 475 and add a pan of water to it. Let the dough rise an hour or so. This is when you need to be available. When ready, slice the top (deeper than you think) and transfer (with floured hands) to pizza stone or baking sheet and bake for about a half an hour. Maybe more. I never set the timer. I am always so amazed by the explosion of rising bread in my oven that I am peeking in the window constantly. When the top browns nicely give it a tap. Sound hollow? It’s done. Now you can smell what I am smelling at home. Yeasty goodness. Cool on wire rack but resist the urge to slice too soon. You will squish all those lovely air pockets you work so hard to create. A little butter, maybe some honey and mmmmmm. Could it be better than….?

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Jersey and Jo love sourdough treats.

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My sons advent calendar. 24 felted balls stuffed with little goodies.

Where have I been? While I have been ignoring my own post, I assure you I am diligently reading others. (getting a foot bath from my dog)

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Yes he is ugly! But his personality makes him cute.
It seems as though the moment my art classes in the hayloft were over I stopped writing. Rest assured, thing are still happening. Pipes are in for a wood stove (classes all year!:)) but I am stuck on the hearth. Since it is an old stove the building inspector is being a stickler. Rightfully so, but still.
I fall into wreath and crafts mode at this time of year. Extra$$.

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Felted earrings

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Felted surprise balls for stocking. Visit my shop at etsy

Hayloft is hoping to have classes over vacation week with our new wood stove to keep us cozy. Stay tuned!

Ugly dog just farted and sniffed his butt in confusion and delight.

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Another break for family time. Camping, ocean city, fresh air kid, and bunnies in the garden. Not to mention a bit of my own time in the studio. Working out the logistics of puppet making in the studio to better understand how to structure an intensive puppet class for teens creating a show that creates a voice for their views on social justice.

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View from the studio!

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Such sweet and charming girls my chickens are. Each with their own personality; the escape artist, the hawk, little red, broody, and we mustn’t forget our little bantam rooster amongst a flock of big girls, Napoleon. They kindly share their varied and often humorous eggs with me, eat the nasty bugs, weed our gardens an fertilize the lawn. I was nearly appalled to witness the savagery they were instinctually capable of. I keep many logs and boards in their chicken yard for a couple of reasons. They like to perch on them and bugs love to gather in them and especially under them. So I periodically flip them around to expose the bugs and it’s a riotous clucking feeding frenzy. Well, I did just that recently and exposed a little field mouse with four or five little sucklings attached to her belly. Before I had the chance to register what I saw the mayhem broke loose. Mamma mouse frantically runs for cover, being pulled this way and that as the savage beasts I call my sweet girls were ripping the sucklings from her teats. A cacophony of clucking and squawking mingled with tiny little squeals of terror overwhelmed the chicken yard. The girls were running chaotically about attacking one another to get at the tasty little morsels. As I said, I was nearly appalled. It was a a grotesque moment of natures beauty and sickened as I was for the mice, I was equally mesmerized by the raw brutality of survival instincts in action. I stealthily slipped out of the yard and let my sweet girls sort this one out without the interference of stupid human emotions.

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Berries, berries, berries. On the counter, in the fridge, in the freezer, on my waffles, in the muffins, in my smoothies, with whipped cream, over ice cream, in my seltzer and yet there are still more to be picked! It is heavenly and while I generally appreciate the purposes of the little creepy crawly creatures we co-habitate with, I do wish that Pandora had not let the fruit fly out of the box! I’m sure most people know of the simple fruit fly trap but for those who don’t this little trick makes berry season tiny bit more blissful.

Simply role one of the perfectly good pieces of paper that your child has scribbled a dozen minuscule garbled letters on ( a very important code for dragon wizard something or other) into a cone with a little hole at the end the size of a pencil tip. Tape it, staple it, whatever. Drop a couple berries( fruit flies prefer rotten bits) into a mason jar and put the cone on top. The flies go down into the cone and can’t get back up through the tine hole at the end. It’s a beautiful thing. Just be sure where the cone meets the jar top is securely sealed and for heavens sake don’t bump it over! My son has knocked it a few times and ick! A cloud of fat drunken fruit flies.

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I am a cook at heart. I earned my way into the kitchen as a way to financially survive college. To be honest, i was shoved into the kitchen since i was not busty enough to serve. To this day i still thank that chauvinist bastard for introducing me to my second passion that follows art which is cooking.

For the past year, struggling through a mystery illness unable to muster the energy to open a can, i have admit when i rose from bed it was for the kitchen. The least i could do for my family was feed them good food and to be honest, there is no better way to lose myself than cooking.

One of my challenges in the kitchen these days is making do with very little. Stock has been my go to for adding depth to many meals; beans, rice, home fries, greens… Waste not what you can make into liquid gold. Save all those carrot ends, celery leaves, onion butts, potato peels, and even those mushy apples no one will eat. Toss them in a pot with fresh herbs, salt, pepper and water. Boil and simmer until deep enough for your taste buds and gold is forged. Remember the bounty of asparagus? The cut ends, i discovered are mmmmm mmmmm good in stock!
Can’t use it all? Freeze it. Sometimes i freeze it in ice cube trays to drop into greens or home fries.

Made do tonight for dinner. Not much in cupboards and garden still young. I managed to pull out a black bean shepherds pie. No great recipe to follow. Onions, celery, carrots, the great trilogy, sautéed with salt and herbs of choice. Added a can of last years garden tomatoes, and yes a can of beans, a little stock an simmered. Added a layer of corn frozen from local farm last summer and a layer of garlic mashed potatoes, also with a touch of stock for moisture. Baked at 350 until bubbly.

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