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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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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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So much asparagus! I always make refrigerator pickles with the hoards of cucumbers in the summer. Knowing you can pickle just about everything I tried pickling the asparagus I can’t bear to eat. Yum! Now I don’t have enough asparagus!
The recipe:
I usually double this and add more garlic.
1 cup vinegar
4 cups h2o
1/4 cup salt
1/4 cup sugar
Boil and cool.

Pack large jar with asparagus and add:

Clove of garlic
Handful of fresh dill
Tbsp pickling spice
Tbsp whole mustard seed

Fill with pickling juice and set out for 24 hrs. Put in fridge. Don’t be tempted! Wait at least another 24 hrs until sampling. Will stay good for up to 6months in fridge. As I wrote above, yum!

Just a quick mash-up of life on River Road. One of our girls passed on over the weekend. She was a buff orpington. One of a set of twins. No reason that we could see. She had a sluggish couple of days where she bunched herself up into a tight fluffy ball and sat in the corner of the yard. A good sign she was sick. She kept fooling me though by perking back up, stretching her neck out and bobbing around for bugs. I checked her out and could find nothing. It was a quick passing as chickens go. Two days, then she lay down in the corner and poof. That yew in the corner of our yard (ie. the chicken cemetery) is freakishly larger than all the rest.

Remember my recent posting Twenty Years and Still Farting? Well I’m sorry to say that the house has been painfully silent as of late. No, my spouse did not leave me, but she decided to try a wheat free diet. Fart free diet is more like it. Oddly enough, I have to admit I miss the midnight giggles from her rising bubbles as she turned over.

Spine? A natural progression from my most recent felted piece the pelvis. I have begun to felt a spine. This one is a mind bender. Turns out each vertebrae is different from the other. This is going to be a long-term project for sure. Here are the first three cervical vertebrae:

Lastly, I come to the subject of puppy love. My partner and son have been conspiring to get a second dog for over a year now and I have fully protested. I like my peaceful home which is challenging enough with a cranky pms partner, barking dog, puking old cat and a son who lives life bigger than broadway! They ignored me. For his tenth birthday my son got a puppy. He wanted a small dog he could hold. Great! A little shaky, yippy thing that like to sneak attack. Well, we found a mini long-haired dachshund mix at the shelter. 4 months old. Jo-Jo is his name, which we all agree is unfortunate but we make do with nicknames, joe, joey, joseph, goat(he eats anything). He has charmed his way deep into my heart. He is calm, smart, attentive, easy to house train, and totally dedicated to my son. This ten-year old boy has about faced when it comes to responsibility and accountability. The clincher and heart melter for me was when my son stopped me after saying goodnight and said: “You know how fun it is for you to get into bed with mama and snuggle while you fall asleep?” Withholding my sarcastic comments I said “Yeah”. “Well,” he said “now I get to snuggle with Jo-Jo at night and I’m not lonely anymore. I love going to bed now.” My knees just about buckled. Here he is helping me with laundry:

I’ve been away from my computer.  I’d love to write some glorious story of how my studio in the loft of the barn is up and running and I’ve been bathing in spacious creative juices.  That would only be partially true however.  Yes, my studio is near completion and yes, I am troubling over how to begin art classes.  I am also obsessed with my new smart phone, baking a recently discovered recipe for true philly sticky buns, over and over and over. Mowing lawns, doing laundry, washing dishes and anything else to procrastinate jumping in.  I am at the window to my future and merely peeking in.  I’ll post you when I have figured out how to break in!  Meanwhile, anyone else looking for a chance to procrastinate might like to bake lots of sticky buns too.

I assemble them the evening before, cover with plastic wrap and stick them in the fridge.  In the morning, two or so hours before baking remove from fridge.

Sticky buns:  from postandcourier.com

Philadelphia Sticky Buns

For yeast dough:

1/3 cup milk

1/4 cup granulated sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup butter or margarine

1/4 cup warm water (105-115 degrees)

1 package active dry yeast

1 egg

2 1/2 cups unsifted all-purpose flour, divided use

For filling:

Butter or margarine, softened

Light brown sugar

1/2 cup pecan or walnut halves

1/2 cup chopped raisins

1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

In a small pan, heat milk just until bubbles form around edge of pan; remove from heat. Add granulated sugar, salt and the butter; stir to melt butter. Cool to lukewarm (drop on wrist is not warm).

Check temperature of warm water with thermometer.

Sprinkle yeast over water in large bowl; stir to dissolve. Stir in lukewarm milk mixture. Add the egg and 2 cups of the flour; beat with electric mixer until smooth. Add the remaining 1/2 cup flour; mix with hand until dough is smooth and leaves side of bowl.

Turn out dough onto lightly floured pastry cloth. Knead until dough is smooth and blisters appear. Place in lightly greased large bowl; turn to bring up greased side. Cover with towel; let rise in warm place (85 degrees), free from drafts, until double, 1-1 1/2 hours.

Meanwhile, make filling: In small bowl, with wooden spoon, cream 1/4 cup butter with 1/4 cup light brown sugar. Spread on bottom and sides of a 9x9x2-inch square baking pan. Sprinkle with pecans or walnuts.

Roll dough on lightly floured pastry cloth or surface.

Roll dough into a 16×12-inch rectangle. Spread with 1/4 cup soft butter; sprinkle with 1/2 cup brown sugar, the raisins and cinnamon. Roll up from long side, jelly-roll fashion; pinch edge to seal. Cut crosswise into 12 pieces; place, cut side down, in pan.

Let rise, covered in warm place (85 degrees), free from drafts, 1-1 1/2 hours, until doubled (rises to top of pan). Meanwhile, preheat oven to 375 degrees. Bake 25-30 minutes, or until golden. Invert on board; let stand 1 minute; remove pan. Serve warm.

Doughnuts are a traditional New Years Day delight.  Of course, that does not stop us from having doughnuts any other time of the year, however we did have our New Years Day doughnuts and this time we tried out our new jelly tip for making jelly doughnuts.  Warm little puffs of yeasted heaven with a crunchy granulated sugar-coating and sweet raspberry jelly oozing out the side.  Yum!  I use Alton Brown’s recipe which has a touch of freshly grated nutmeg in the dough and makes perfect doughnuts every time.  A deep fryer is handy but a heavy pot will do.  It’s a wet dough and I try not to work it too much.  Don’t want chewy doughnuts.  I also learned after the first few rounds to cut the recipe in half.  It makes a lot of doughnuts for a family of three and we had to call our neighbors(a family of five) up the road and alert them that warm doughnuts were on the way.  They didn’t seem to mind.  Even with half the recipe, we have a tree of friends we text “Donuts!” to.  One of those friends dropped her shopping from twenty minutes away, raced over, scarfed down a faceful and drove back to the store.  It would be terribly easy to eat these doughnuts every weekend so I am thankful that they are a bit of an ordeal and require some time to rise.  It also allows our homemade doughnuts to be a special occasion that always brings my nine-year old son to my side in the kitchen.  That alone is worth all the effort. 

Here’s the path to Alton Brown’s recipe:http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/yeast-doughnuts-recipe/index.html

Enjoy!

Not much to say about it.  I brined and roasted a 14lb. turkey.  I am vegetarian along with my partner and my son is well on his way.  This is not by any persuasion of mine.  Having been a cook to survive college I have made every effort to create delicious meat dishes for him.  His spiral into vegetarianism has everything to do with his inability to look away from the beasts eyes. He has come to fully realize where all meat comes from, which I believe is ultimately necessary for all meat eaters to know.  This ensures healthy and humane meat industries.  Although I must be clear that I by no means pushed my political agenda on my son either.  He just falls by the graces of much respected and admired neighbors who are dedicated homesteaders.  Therefore, he has been witness to the cuteness of baby animals littering their farm only later to find them in the freezer.

Back to the passing of thanks.  There was but one lone giving of such thanks and that was by me for the miracle that I was off the couch after a three-week spree.  One minor fall in the woods, two stitches on the bend of my knee, a sudden and oh so painful infection, and an allergic reaction to the antibiotics set me deep into the folds of our thirteen year old lumpy futon for a couch.  But, my lands, did I love that couch for those three weeks.  I could wiggle and squirm and groan all I wanted without keeping the chips to my dip awake all night.  And during the day, I discovered that television is programmed for the retired and late-blooming stay at home moms.  Every commercial break between Giada, Jamie and Chuck was riddled with medicare parts a,b, and d (is there no c?) or Icool for those night sweats that keep you up at night.  Now, I could relate to the latter having suffered for the past year and half from a profound lack of estrogen.  I must admit after foolin around with homeopathic remedies I finally slapped a patch on it. AAAAHHHH! Relief!

So I ventured solo into the giving of thanks. My small and ho-hum party of six(no offense) which included myself, my son, my partner, my partners sister and her boyfriend and son, all of whom stayed with us for five days during the great snowstorm of Halloween, meekly nodded in cahoots.  This visit was far less exiting having just waved them off to their re-powered home less than a month prior.  Oh, I can just hear any number of the happy-go-lucky people in my life rattling off the long list of all that I have to be thankful for and I don’t disagree.  But I still felt the passing of Thanksgiving this year to be far less exciting than many a passing of gas.  I can’t wait to see what christmas brings.