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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Senior Seminar and Other Trials

I have been working really hard lately, and not sleeping a whole lot. Apparently my brain requires a significant amount of play to shut itself off. While hard work is great for the productivity factor, sometimes it sucks for the unwinding process.

And so, I find myself in the midst of a senior project that has me thinking I love food more than I can say. The ladies I have the privellege of calling my collegues in my major and I are doing a cooking class for our senior project. We've spent a little over a month gathering data, recipes, and ideas.

We took a trip to my home town to talk to Chef Carrie Wong at Extreme Chocolates about how to go about this whole endevor. She was gracious, generious, and fed us a couple truffles each! Amazing meetings always include some form of chocolate! Afterwords, we went to my parents' house and enjoyed the evening together.

A couple weeks later, we had our menu finalized and did some serious recipe testing. There was laughter, dancing, and a few awkward moments too, but overall, our menu was a success and we left tired and thankful to be a part of the food industry.

Do you wonder what the food looks like? So glad you asked! Here are some pictures from our menu testing last week.

Wild Mushroom Bruchetta

Prosciutto Wrapped Dates with Goat Cheese

Curried Pumpkin Bisque

 Sweet Potato and Kale Fetticini Alfredo

Pear Clafouti

Today, when our group met, we were in a flurry of activity, putting the final touches on our presentation and gearing up for tommorow's day of prep work before our final presentation: the class itself. I am tired, happy, and so grateful to have the opportunity to be a part of this team of wonderful women.

My major is being cut from George Fox University, as is my concentration of study. No longer will there be Family and Consumer Sciences offered or any Food and Nutrition in Business concentrations (or majors) offered. It is bitter sweet. I know the FCSC Department is dying; homemaking not being a high enough ambition for many women. I know that OSU has programs for those looking to further their education toward nutrion or the restaurant business. But these women have empowered me not to give up on my dreams, no matter how small to the rest of the world they may seem. They have taught me the power of having the disagreement and learning to work through it regardless. They have shown me what friendship means, and that I am ok, just my crazy, kitchen loving self. I love them all dearly, and I know that if they need me later on in life, I will be there in a heartbeat.

The beauty of food is that it not only nourishes the body, but it also uplifts the soul through the connnections made over it. There is nothing like cooking with someone to truly get to know who they are, what they are about, and how they view life. And if they don't cook? Well, I'm only too happy to cook for them regardless. That's the lesson I'm learning in the kitchen: every person is worth celebrating and feasting with, regardless of individual food preferences. We are all valuable.

So find someone wonderful to celebrate today with, and enjoy a meal together. Who knows? Maybe you'll find yourself at a table of friends where once were only strangers.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Coffee Cottage

The smell of fresh brewed coffee permeates the air as I open the door of a little red cottage and leave the lavender and garden behind me in pursuit of my favorite brew. The baristas smile at me as I once again look at the menu of specialty drinks taped to the counter top, and I try to pick something I haven't tried before. The soft music fills the air, and I look on the chalk board to see if there is a new quote of the day posted. The Coffee Cottage has become my third place these days as I transition from summer to school mode. And I am grateful, because I have learned so much from these people, this place, and the times I have spent at the coffee cottage.
 
It started on the week before my first year at University. I was enchanted by the place because it roasts its own beans, is a small town coffee house, and had the warm feel of home, complete with a wonderful menu that contains gluten free options. I would find myself coming to the Coffee Cottage when I needed a place to be that wasn't school or home, had some homework to do that I didn't want to be interrupted while completing, or just needed to take a break from life. This was the place that I met my best friend at University at, and the place where I reconnected with old friends in. It has become a second home for me.
 
So now, I shouldn't be surprised when I find it is a place I am learning wisdom from too. One of my dearest friends from high school got me started going to music at Coffee Cottage on Friday nights. I was too afraid to go to the shows by myself. Luke went with me a couple of times, and now I am hooked. I love to go listen to the local artists, even if I am the only one there. Something about the simplicity of the music always brings me back to focus. As I listen, I write or draw and am reminded of days gone by when the world was my playground and life was not so hard. The cares of the day seem to melt away as beauty and peace are restored to me. I am learning the wisdom of taking time out and just being present in the moment.
 
Another thing I am learning from all of this  time spent drinking coffee is that there is wisdom to be found behind the counter as well. The baristas at the cottage have done so much to cheer my soul and teach me that life is not as narrow as I make it out to be. I met one who had worked his way around the states and completed his college degree. When he found out I was a non-traditional student, he told me, "You are not alone." Those four words have set the tone for this year for me. I am looking around and instead of seeing how so many people are different from me, I am starting to see how we're the same. Another always smiles at me and makes me laugh. Today, when I went into the Cottage on my break at work with a co-worker to caffeinate the kitchen where we are employed (we bought seven drinks total), one of the baristas told me she works doubles every weekend and is excited to go back to school soon. She asked if I thought she was crazy, and I just laughed and said I knew how it was. Because I do. We do what we have to do right now to get by. Somehow, this little place that I call my living room has done more to let me know that I am in the same boat as so many others than anything else in this town.
 
Finally, sitting down with friends over a cup of coffee (or tea, or a smoothie) has helped me to connect with what I am learning both in and out of the classroom. I conducted my first interview for a class last spring with my friend, Ogie. He told me how in management, you have to make your team your family. I conducted my most recent interview for another management course with Jessica. She talked about what had led her to become a leader on campus. And then, there is running into old friends at music, like Friday night, when I saw my dear friend Laura for the first time in a month and got to sit and talk with her and just be a silly girl. Maybe what builds community is not so much what is said, but the feeling of good that is given when each one of us shares something genuine and unique, our own essence, what no one else has to give.
 
The Coffee Cottage to me is a place that I can let my hair down and experience life. I don't have to be or do or behave a certain way. It is the closest thing I have to my own here. I don't know why I feel this way about it. I do have my own (insert item here) after all. But something about the place feels like home to me. Maybe it is the fact that people gather just to share, to believe in the power of connection, and to live life together. The coffee is amazing, don't get me wrong. I am at the point of brewing it every morning as my morning wake up call. But the place, the place is truly a gift to the community of Newberg. It's a gift I don't take for granted and am thankful for every time I step through the doors and smell the coffee. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Chocolate Chip Cookies and Classes...

Well, it's official. I have clearly gone off the deep end in food land. I woke up yesterday morning at 4:30am totally awake and ready for the day, and instead of reading to go back to sleep or doing a ton of homework, the first thing I decide to do is go to the grocery store so I can make chocolate chip cookies for my friends. Yes, I have crossed the line into food insanity!
The second week of school had some serious hiccups for me. I missed an assignment in one of my classes, I was sent home sick from work because of stress, and I missed a class because I forgot what time it was at, even though I wrote it down in my phone. All this to say, there has been some serious reevaluating of my life going on. The evidence is clear: I have had my priorities messed up, and it's starting to effect all the areas of my life.
So, while I was making cookies for my friends out of Gharideli dark chocolate chips (If you want the recipe, check the back of the bag and substitute one cup of coconut for the optional cup of nuts. This post is more story, less recipe, but it's worth the trip to the store for the chocolate chips.), I came to the conclusion that the reason I have been having such a rough go of it lately is not because of a lack of things to do, fun times to be had, or people in my life. No, the real reason is that I was made to be a giver. Over the summer, I got burned a few times from giving. But the times when I do give and it is received well, those are the best times of my life. I get love the most by giving love.
I also realized that I need to slow down. I cannot give my life to others or have any time for myself if I am constantly racing off to the next task (thank you, Mom, for pointing this one out so eloquently to me and Rose for expressing your concern in the first place). Part of loving others and self is the ability to be, to rest, to abide. If it's one task after another, there is no time for that rest. So, some sacrifices are going to have to be made, but in the end, I think it will be worth it.
I am thirsty for life to the full. I crave to know heaven. This whole crazy cooking business started with me asking God what cookies taste like in heaven. I don't believe that there is supposed to be a dividing wall between heaven and earth, otherwise, why would Jesus have prayed, "Your kingdom come your will be done on earth as it is in heaven?" I know that I miss this goal so often. I try not to drag myself through the mud for it, try to lift my gaze. I'm not perfect, but I don't think that's what heaven's about. I think it has more to do with right relationship and less to do with perfection than we make it out to be.
This week has been about right relationships, about finding out what it means to be not so alone, and about loving myself enough to say no. Chocolate chip cookies always say, "Welcome Home," to me. I finally feel that about Fox. This is my home now, for the next year any how, and I intend to spread as much love and heaven as I can while I am here. I just don't know exactly how yet. So have a cookie, and enjoy your classes. I know I will.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

My Oregon

Hi, again!

I have been busy this summer having some amazing adventures throughout the Willamette Valley. As a result, I have sorely neglected my blog. OOPS! I have all of these pictures that I took with the intent of sharing them here with you, and I just totally have not taken the time to sit down and write. So, I will be adding three new blog posts here in rapid fire succession in order to get current and share all these amazing adventures with you. I hope you don't mind too much.

One of my favorite things to do is learn something new. I love to seek truth and wisdom from all areas of life. Growing up, I learned a lot about the Oregon Trail because Oregon is where I hail from. The people of Oregon voted to decide if they wanted to be a part of the USA or not, and the decision was pretty close to split down the middle. The for's won in the end, but the place where it all took place, Champoeg, is located a mere six miles from where I live. I couldn't believe it. It was a beautiful July day, and I decided to hop on my bike and close the six mile between me and Champoeg State Park. And I'm so glad I did.

When I arrived at the park, I found a replica of a pioneer kitchen garden. Early pioneers grew much of their food in the rich farmlands that the Willamette Valley is famous for. The kitchen garden supplied a dependable source of food and was vital to the home economics of the day. The replica garden was very beautiful, full of life and birds! I had such a wonderful time wandering through it.

To give you an idea of what a pioneer garden looks like, I took some pictures.



I have been doing organic gardening this year in the community garden I am a part of, and it was interesting for me to note that the techniques I have been learning to use are not so new after all. Organic gardening is the way things were done before we had pesticides, before we had mass production of products and an accessible food supply. When families relied on what they could grow and the work of their own two hands in order to stay alive, it was organic farming that they used. Life was hard, but a lot simpler too. I sometimes question the sanity of our pace of life and our blindness toward where food comes from and what it goes through before it gets to us. Wandering through this historical site's garden made me realize that good things don't happen on accident. Everything grows in its season according to its type and with the proper care. I think people are a lot that way too. Maybe we've done ourselves a disservice by making our food sources so impersonal. In a way, we no longer know how to care for each other because we've failed to learn the lessons of cultivation from the earth. Just a musing...

Beauty and hardship seem to be inherently intertwined in Oregon. I think it's not just here though. When I got done wandering the garden, I went into cultural visiting center. They had a painting that a man devoted his life to of the event of Oregon becoming a state. The painter did a whole lot of research on the painting, spent his lifetime working on it on site working as a groundskeeper while painting. He ended up basically broke, never seeing his masterpiece sell. And now, it's on display at the State Park, along with his amazing story. I was caught by how much vision and strength of purpose he had to devote his life to a single act of greatness. His story touched my heart because I think we all want to be great and to be recognized for that greatness. Sometimes we get to experience the recognition in our lifetimes, and for some souls, the recognition comes after they are gone. I don't know if it is better to live in people's hearts while we are here or in their minds forever. I'm not sure which I would chose. Regardless, I think we should not withhold our very best from others. Here's a picture of the artist's best.

When I finished looking at the painting, I hit the trails the state park is known for and found a shady spot to eat my picnic lunch at. I enjoyed it so much. I live right by a busy highway, and the noise sometimes gets to me. Well, it was really nice to sit in the "silence" of nature. But I wouldn't exactly call it silence. It's more like a symphony of wild and unrestrained sound. I really enjoyed just relaxing in the summer heat and blowing bubbles into the branches of the trees.

And when I got done with all that and headed back, my back tire blew out on my bike and I limped it two miles down the road to a crossroads. My roommate picked me up half hour later, and I was left to muse on the beauty and hardship of Oregon. Adventure is never what we expect it will be. But the moments of pure joy mixed with the struggle are what make it worthwhile. I wouldn't have traded my trip to Champoeg for anything, not even a full tire. The beauty and the pain both let us know that we are alive and that we have so much to offer, to give, to love, and to strive for. This is my Oregon.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The week in review...

I've decided that I don't have a particular style of post. I am forever apologizing to you, my dear readers, for how unconventional I am being. This week has been especially crazy for me even in the midst of the restful days I've had off of work. I really want to talk about it, and writing always seems to help. So here's a bit of what has happened this week. All of it is food related in some way (or maybe I can just make everything about food...you decide).

The first thing that happened this week was a baby bird flew into the bushes by our house, causing the upstairs tennant to have a small heart attack (figuratively...everyone is out of the hospital, it's ok, nobody went to the hospital in the first place...relax!). So, bird was retrieved from the bushes and caged in a small box outside. It looked like this.


So, we (as in me and my house mates and visitors) researched baby starlings and their care, and found out that it needed catfood and a heating pad and gateraide to survive. So, I procured said items, and got an old shoe box and towel for the bird to nest in and made it a new little home. It even let me feed it with a straw! What an awesome experience! 


Pretty stinking cute! If that doesn't melt your heart, I don't know what will. So, I had an overnight guest in my room. But the problem was, he or she kept trying to fly away. It was at that point that I considered the possibility of the bird being a fledgling. And it was then I knew I had to let it go. A bird should not be caged if it is trying to learn to fly. It has to fly or die trying because it is a bird and a bird without flight is like a person without a heart. It can live, but the existance is pretty pointless.

The next day, after I let the bird go, I finished my book, The Secret Life of Bees by Susan Monk Kidd. It was a really good read for me. Not only did the story revolve around three sisters who kept bees for their honey (how can a story about honey ever be wrong?), but also talked about racism, forgiving yourself and others for past and present wrongs, and dealt with the fallout from abuse. I didn't cry, but maybe that was because I was too much in awe of the Mexican food that helped me polish off the book.

If you are EVER in Newberg, you have to eat the Mexican food that the locals call the best in town. And it doesn't come from one of the three restaurants that line the strip of downtown. No, my friend, it comes from a taco truck. GLORIOUS! That's all I have to say! Here's a picture so you'll know you found the right place.


And in case you are wondering, this place is called Pastorcillos Tacos. I can't give you the phone number, but you can look it up on google. You found me; you can find them if you want them bad enough. They're that good!

What makes them so amazing? Aside from tacos for $1.50, they have an assortment of combination platters that are simply phenominal. Everything is warm, fresh, and delicious. Oh, and I ordered the torta with chicken. I was in HEAVEN, and eating it so fast, I got half way through before I remembered to take a picture so I could show you what I mean by amazing food. Here's what amazing food looks like in Newberg.


You're jealous now, aren't you? That little baby had beans, avacado, sourcream, jalepenos, lettuce, chicken, and rice all on a soft white bread with a sauce that would make the Lord Jesus glad he created the earth (ok, maybe I need to stop reading Southern novels for a bit and act like the Northwest girl that I am). But you get the picture. It was incredible. Emphasis on the EDIBLE.

Well, inspired by that meal, I have been cooking Spanish food all week. I made chicken empanadas for my sister when we had lunch together, and for the weekly potluck I share with my fellow gardeners after we have taken care of the community planting and weeding, I made a Spanish Tortilla. It's a really easy dish to make, just takes a little bit of time and effort is all. The group liked it so well, they asked for the recipe, which I obligied by sharing this link. You want to know what you'll be getting yourself into with this one? Check out the picture below. This is the view from my frying pan, anyway.



As we were enjoying the view of the garden and eating, one of the gardeners asked, "What's one thing you've learned this week?" I couldn't think of anything at the time, but now, my brain is on overload just thinking about everything I have learned. I learned how to feed a baby bird. I learned to let that baby go and fly. I learned that sometimes, we need to forgive ourselves more than anyone else in the world. I learned that there are some amazing jewels hidden in Newberg just waiting for me to enjoy them, that sisters are great friends even if it's hard, and that I have something unique and valuable to offer my community. Most importantly, I learned that being myself, even if it is a little too much or over the top at times, is worth it. I'd rather be loved for me than for what I pretended to be. So here's to a great week of learning, growing, cooking, eating, caring, and letting go. I can't wait to see what the next adventure will be.

Oh, and the garden looks spectacular by the way! I brought home lettuce and a smile from my gardening night. So much fun. Eden looks like this.

 Until next time, happy eating!

Monday, June 11, 2012

Feed me Belly!

Last Thursday was a very sentimental day for me. My friend Christopher Lee Hanson went to be with the Lord eight years ago by the hand of my ex-boyfriend on that day. While the tragedy of it all has shaped who I am, I felt like celebrating his life on that day. He dreamed of receiving a bass guitar made of pure light when he got to heaven, and wanted to protect me from the damage my ex had been causing in my life. It's funny, because it's taken me all this time to really start letting go of him, the past, and some bad mindsets that have been destructive to me. But, I digress. Chris was from Eugene and a street kid. So, as fate, coincidence, or God would have it, eight years to the day, I found myself conversing with a street kid in Eugene. And then my friends and I went to eat at Belly, a restaurant in Eugene.

Belly is well known in Eugene. It has won best restaurant twice. I ate way too much food with way too many calories for my small body, but I enjoyed the wait staff, the food, and the atmosphere in general. It was a charming place, and my one unfulfilled desire from the experience was simply that I wanted to see the back of the house. But then again, I am obsessed with kitchens!
So, to start out my meal, I ordered a beautiful Oakshire Espresso Stout. I have one rule on beer and only one: go dark or go home! Being a coffee lover as well, this stout won me over at first sip. Cool, refreshing, dark, mysterious, and coffee? Yes, please! I was thrilled with the quality of this particular drink. I highly recommend it if you enjoy your beer with a bit more intrigue than most.
Next, I went with bacon. (This was probably a HUGE mistake as far as my body was concerned. I have to be careful about how much fat I consume or my body pretty much takes me down for a day or two. But I threw caution to the wind and just went for it. It was worth it.) But not just any bacon. This beauty is bacon wrapped manchego stuffed dates with hazelnuts and apple cider gastrique. OMG! Sweet, salty, creamy, sour, crunchy: this is the place to be. As far as I'm concerned, this is a culinary masterpiece not to be missed. SO GOOD! Perfect little bites of culinary perfection like this don't come around often. I tip my hat to whomever dreamed this bacon love child up. Thank you!

To keep with the dark, warm, pub food theme of my night, I chose the shepherd's pie made with lamb, peas, carrots, and mashed potatoes. When it got to the table, it was steaming hot. Wow! I really liked it. There were huge chunks of lamb under wonderfully creamy mashed potatoes. This is not a saucy dish, but it is wonderfully filling, and incredibly comforting. A great take on the traditional shepherd's pie. I liked it so much, I ate the whole thing!

Finally, dessert time came. And I was intrigued that the only selection on the menu with chocolate was a lavender cake with pistachios and salt sprinkled over it. The balance of flavors tickled my palet and delighted me in general. But I had stuffed myself so completely that I could not finish it. The wait staff graciously accommodated me by adding more chocolate sauce than I needed, and I was stuffed before I realized that I had forgotten to take a picture of this delicate little dessert. It was that good.

So, if you are in Eugene and looking for a place to dine, I highly recommend that you try Belly. They have lighter dishes too, but I was just in the mood for comfort food. As I ate, I thought of Chris and his bass of pure light, of the table of love that is my portion every day of my life, and of the joy that is ahead of me. There is so much to be thankful for in this life. Eat it up, and be grateful.

Until next time, happy eating!

Monday, June 4, 2012

Fava Beans!

So, this is an unusual blog entry because I haven't actually cooked anything yet. But I learned something really interesting that I thought I'd like to share with you, and maybe you can use that knowledge to cook something delicious and share your witty and insightful recipe with me. ;)

On Thursday, I went to pick up my usual haul from the CSA I am a part of, and they had these great big beautiful beans. When I asked what exactly I was looking at, Emily (the staff member who was manning the pick up sight that day) said they were fava beans. She said I could saute them in butter or make a paste from them and use them as a spread. I grabbed as many as I could without appearing greedy (ok, maybe I looked a little greedy...a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do) and proceeded home with my new found beany friend. They look like this.


From the Oakhill Organics Newsletter, Week 19, May 29 & 31, 2012: Fava beans are another less common, but delicious, spring vegetable. These have been growing in our fields since we planted them last fall. They grow slowly all winter and then blossom and set fruit once it's warm enough in the spring.

Now, I had an interesting task to complete. Dear friends, most of us would rather that someone else deal with nature when it comes to our food. I am just as guilty as anyone else is. This week, in an effort to avoid grocery shopping, I found myself eating out, just not cooking, and eating the cafeteria food at work even though I know that the food I make for myself generally is healthier and tastes a heck of a lot better than all of that.

Know that if you get yourself involved with a fava bean, it's a long term relationship. Fava beans have layers of things to deal with before you get to partake in the prize that they are. You can take the process in stages, or you can buckle down like I did and complete the task start to finish all at once. My small stash of beans took me 40 minutes to process. I might get two servings out of the deal. But all of that time and effort burns calories, helps me to learn about the food I am eating, and teaches me things about life and myself. Namely, good things in life take time, are full of surprises, and aren't exactly what I think they should be. But if I can let go of my expectations and embrace what I have in front of me for what it is, then I will enjoy it so much more.

So, how do we get to the bean in fava bean? Well, first you have to remove the bean from the pod. It's easiest to crack the top and then pop the beans out of one side or the other. The inside of the pod has this white protective "bubble wrap" like layer to keep the beans happy and healthy. The inside of the pod looks like this.

This was an enlightening process. Anyone who has seen a fava bean knows how big the pods are. Some of them were close to ten inches long. However, the most beans I found in any one pod was 6. Six little beans! Can you believe it! I was shocked! When I was all done with taking the beans from their podded homes, they looked like this.
Now, fava beans are supposed to have a beautiful bright green color. Well, these are kind of dull and shiny. Pretty, but not the famed bright green I am after. In order to get to the edible part of the bean, there were two more steps in the process. The first involved parboiling these babies.

To parboil something, you must heat water to the point just before simmering. You start to see little bubbles form around the edges and lift ever so subtly to the surface. Then you add your beans. Keep the water temperature at this point. When I added my beans, every last one of them was floating on the surface of the water. As I watched them cook for the few minutes it takes to complete this process, I noticed that they all clustered together, and then one by one, started to sink in the water. When about half of them had done this, I removed them and shocked them in cold water to keep them from cooking more. I didn't really want to cook the beans, just remove the tough outer layer to get to the good stuff. Life lesson number two, sometimes you have to apply heat in order to crack the tough stuff of life.

After parboiling, I popped the beans out of their exterior protective layer one at a time. It was easiest to squeeze the top or bottom off of the bean and then squeeze the other end. Out came the beans. And when I was all done, I had two piles: one of shiny dull husks and the other of beautiful bright green beans.


Like I said, not a whole lot of yield on these babies. I followed the first rule of cooking (taste everything) and found that the bean has a nutty, sweet flavor. Definitely good for experimenting with. I think I am going to saute mine with garlic and butter one of these nights and stop being lazy about cooking.

Life is a journey, a process, and so is food. Good food, the kind that tastes good and is good for you, takes time to grow, process, and prepare. The wait is good for us, helps us to appreciate what we have, and actually helps our bodies to take in and utilize what we consume. So, if you're looking for a special spring treat, look no further than the fava bean. Just remember, slow down. Enjoy the journey.

Until next time, happy eating!


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Dressing

She's named after food and lives where I work as a pantry cook.  And yesterday, with her compliment to the chef and request for a recipe, she made me feel like a celebrity chef today. She asked for the vinaigrette recipe that I made for Mother's Day.

It was a simple vinaigrette. I jazzed it up a bit because we were out of a particular kind of mustard that goes into all of our vinaigrette and mixed oils because I wanted a hint of the olive oil flavor without the overpowering effect that can often be bestowed by having too much of that kind of oil in a vinaigrette, but still, I stuck to the code. 1 part vinegar to 3 parts oil. Really simple, yet she liked it. So, when I went out in the dinning room to talk to her about cooking and instruct her on how to put together this recipe, I thought of you, dear blog reader, and I smiled inside.

If the food is good enough to eat and ask for a recipe afterwords, if I can teach someone something new about my beloved art form, the craft of beautiful food, then all the hours spent in isolation are somehow worthwhile. The majority of my time is spent chopping vegetables and placing cold foods into containers. Yet the joy that one person gets out of something in one of those containers can make me feel like a super star. I did that! Yes, it was me that made your taste buds sing for joy. I like the feeling more than I can say. It makes standing on my feet for 8 hours in a hot kitchen risking being bitten by sharp objects suddenly seem like the most rational use of time.

So, for those of you wanting the recipe, here it is. And, I will explain what I told her, the woman named for food, about this particular operation.



Red Wine Vinaigrette

1/2 teaspoon stone ground mustard
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup red wine vinegar
1/2 cup olive oil
1 cup canola oil
salt and pepper to taste

In a blender, combine first three ingredients. With blender running, slowly add the oils until you hear the motor of the blender tighten. More or less may be needed depending on the emulsification. Add salt and pepper to taste. You may want to add more or less sugar. The trick is to taste it and see what you think. Also, the mustard is the emulsifying agent. It will make the vinegar and oil stick together instead of separating. Finally, you can change the recipe by using a different type of mustard, substituting lemon, white wine vinegar and poppy seeds for the red wine vinegar to come up with a lemon poppy seed vinaigrette. If you would prefer to have a white color to your vinaigrette  (in the lemon poppy seed case) add a 1/2 teaspoon or so of egg whites with the oil. It will astound you.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Crab Puffs OR Crab Rangoon

Confession: I am a total American girl when it comes to food. I find it difficult to be loyal to any one ethnic flavor, have a soft spot in my heart for the All American Meal (you know what I am talking about; a big fat juicy burger, french fries, coke or milkshake. Yes, Please!), and don't generally say no to pizza. American Chinese food (I lived with a woman from China this past year. She didn't recognize the food we call Chinese.) is one of my all time favorites. I have celebrated many a birthday at a Chinese restaurant.
My Uncle Stephan used to work at one of these restaurants and introduced our deeply Italian/Mexican/Scotts/Irish family to the tradition of Crab Puffs at Christmas time. Stephan was an addition to our family by marriage, and he has since remarried and moved on with his life. But the food he brought to our family still remains. All this to say, making Crab Puffs is a part of the culture of my family.
Living in a small town last time I decided to get Chinese food, I went to a place downtown. OUCH! The food was hot and fresh, but my stomach kicked me for eating there. The next day, I missed class I was so sick. All of this happened because I was hankering for Crab Puffs. When I told my chef friend, Ogie about it, he said, "Girl, you know better. You don't eat there! Make you some of your own crab puffs. You know how to make them. Don't pay someone else to do it for you."
So, yesterday, when I felt like celebrating learning something new at work, I decided to get my butt to the grocery store, buy the ingredients for Crab Puffs, and make them myself.
Well, some of this is easier said then done. I found the cream cheese and imitation crab meat (the real stuff was in a can and way expensive, thank you small town) easy enough, but I went through the whole store twice looking for won-ton wrappers. (These are little squares of pre-cut dough that you wrap your filling in and fry or steam. Delicious.) Finally, I went to the deli, and they told me they would be in the produce section with the tofu. Wow! Shows you how much tofu I eat, no? Anyways, after spending way too long in the store, I finally had the fixings for the Crab Puffs. So here's how.
This recipe was taken from About.com on 3/2/2010 via the link http://chinesefood.about.com/od/crabragoon/r/crabpuffs.htm?p=1.  

Crab Puffs by Rhonda Parkinson, About.com Guide with italics by me
1/2 pound cooked crab meat or smoked salmon, lightly flaked (you can use imitation crab too)
1 teaspoon green onion, finely minced (go to town and kill it, it's all good)
1/4 pound cream cheese (at room temperature)
1/2 teaspoon steak sauce (I used fish sauce, worked great)
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder or 2 cloves minced garlic (I used fresh, you can't beat the flavor)
1 pound won ton wrappers
1 beaten egg or 2 egg whites
3 cups vegetable oil

Here's the scoop: You are going to want to get your mess in place for this one (mise en place for all you high class cooks out there). Don't just add the ingredients as you go. Do this one like a pro. Take the time to actually dice the ingredients, flake the crab, beat the eggs, and surround yourself with your ingredients ready to go. This is a messy process. You're not going to want to beat the eggs after you get going. Take the time to set up, and it will go so much better for you. Just try it. PLEASE.



Preparation: Combine crab meat or smoked salmon, green onion, cream cheese, steak sauce, and garlic. Place 1/2 teaspoon of mixture in center of won ton wrapper (I was a little more liberal with mine; after all, the filling is the star of the show.); fold square over to form a triangle. Lightly brush the center with the beaten egg. Bring opposite corners together and press gently, so filling will be secure. (I wrap mine different. I make a frame around the filling that I put in the center of the won ton with beaten egg. Then, I bring the corners together like folding a blanket with the filling in the middle. Finally, I take the two ends, and join them in the center, making a cross shape over the filling. I think it looks pretty. If this is too complicated, just make sure your filling is surrounded by dough and not peaking out. If you're the only one eating it, it's all good.) Place the oil in wok and heat to 375 degrees for deep-frying. Deep-fry one crab or salmon puff and adjust heat downwards if necessary. Fry the rest of puffs until delicately brown, less than two minutes. Serve hot.


They were pretty much bomb! And I have so many left over, it's way better than going out to eat. So, if you're in the mood for some crab puffs, give this recipe a try. Remember, a recipe is a good place to start. If something isn't quite 100% like the directions say, it's all good. This is your food, so let your creativity flow. And until next time, happy eating!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Visiting Angels

I don't have any pictures for you this time, so sorry. School has ended, and I officially have one more year before I get my bachelor's degree. I will have done it a year shy of 30. Why 30 should be such a big number in my head when I live with a 70 and a 67 year-old, I do not know. There is life after 30, and a good life to be sure. And I don't feel that old, at any rate.
Well, my best friend Melody and her husband Todd came up to see me a couple days ago. I really enjoyed our time together. I took them to my favorite coffee place, the Coffee Cottage. We sat and talked about my favorite two subjects, food and Jesus.
Then, we came back to my house, and I finished getting dinner ready.
I think I am a food addict. No, seriously, it's a sickness, and I need help. The day before they arrived, I went shopping with my landlords at Winco, came home, and went right to work getting everything ready for dinner. I was up until midnight putting the finishing touches on the pie (that then slid off the plate when I tried to detach it from the foil it was resting on~ I managed to save it though). I built the whole menu around Melody's favorite 3-citrus-butter-sauce from Northwest Essentials: Cooking with Ingredients that Define a Region by Greg Atkinson. If you are in the Northwest, my suggestion is that you get this cookbook (I got mine from the BookBin in Salem, Oregon) and just try one recipe in it. You'll be hooked for life. I made a salad with greens from my CSA farm, Oakhill Organics, strawberries, almonds, goat cheese fritters with almonds, and a dressing that goes with Strawberries. Todd sauteed the squash medley to perfection. I made dutches potatoes with some nutmeg, broiled red snapper (and forgot to take the pin bones out! bad idea!), and a strawberry rhubarb pie with whole wheat pastry flour (word to the wise, use white flour). It was delicious, but not perfect. And you know, that's a lot like life.
I love my friendships, but none of them are perfect. I love to cook, but no meal I have ever made has been free of some sort of issue. That doesn't mean life cannot be savored to the fullest degree while accepting what is not perfect as good still. Those who seek perfection will never find the beauty that heals the soul. These flaws, happy mistakes, are a part of what learning forgiveness, love, and hope is all about. And I am finding that the flaws are easier to deal with if I give myself and others the grace that is needed to hold Topsy-turvey pies and unexpected character development together. We grow and learn through these conflicts, and I am grateful for them.
So, my friends, if you come see me, I'll cook you  a less than perfect meal, and share my less than perfect self with you. And somehow, I know, we will both be the better for it. And if not, remember next time something doesn't quite go according to plan, that's why we have grace, forgiveness, and good friends. Life gets better, and there is beauty to be found in the less than perfect places of life.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Fresh from the Sea!

I found a steal of a deal on squid or calamari at my local grocery store this week, and I got some purple potatoes in my CSA box too. So, I decided to see what I could make with these delicious ingredients from what I had on hand, and found that most of my cook books shy away from the beautiful squiddy, except for this wonderful coffee table cook book given to me by my dear friend Karen.
It is called Italy Today The Beautiful Cookbook: Contemporary recipes reflecting simple, fresh Italian cooking and is authored by Lorenza De'Medici and Fred Plotkin.
I found a recipe for Calamari Alle Patate E Prezzemolo or Stewed Squid with Potatoes and Parsley on page 151.


I had most all of the ingredients called for except for parsley. I'm substituting Pasta Sprinkle from Penzey's Spices for this ingredient.

 So, I'm making half a recipe. Here's what the original recipe which feeds six people, calls for.

3 lb squid
6 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
3 cloves garlic
pinch of red pepper flakes
4 cups canned tomatoes, roughly chopped, with their juices
3 large boiling potatoes, peeled and diced
salt
2 tablespoons chopped fresh flat-leaf (Italian) parsley

I got my squid already cleaned from the store. If you are using a big piece like mine, just dice the thing. If not, here's how to clean it from the book. "To clean the squid, pull the tentacles from each body. Discard the entrails, ink sac and cartilage from the body. Cut the tentacles off at the point just about the eyes and discard the head. Rinse the body and tentacles under cold water."
Now it's time to get cooking. So you take the olive oil, heat it on medium, and put your minced, diced, crushed, or otherwise beaten garlic in the hot oil along with the chili flakes. It will look something like this.

Next, after you see some color, add your squid and stir, then cover it tightly with foil, remove the foil, and replace it with a lid. Let it stew for about half an hour. It will look like this.

Now, it's time to look at those beautiful other ingredients you've got going on. I'm using pre-diced Italian style canned tomatoes, beautiful purple potatoes, and some special spice.


Now, at the half hour mark, add the tomatoes, the potatoes, some salt, and stir the whole thing up. Achieve simmer, and let it stew for about forty more minutes, covered.


At the end, you can eat this as a stew, or do like me and put it over pasta with a little cheese on top. Don't forget to add your parsley, spices, or other specialness right at the end. The sauce is done when it looks shiny and the potatoes are cooked all the way through.

Enjoy this delightfully strong, wonderfully Italian stew. Until next time, Happy Eating!

Friday, April 6, 2012

My massively nerdy paper on pie crust

So, here it is... 15 pages on fat and pie crust. Hope you like it!

THE EFFECT OF TYPE OF FAT IN PIE CRUST
Amy Tobey
FCSC 212: Foods II
April 9, 2012
The old saying goes, “There’s nothing more American than apple pie.” Being an American girl, I have to say pie is one of my favorite baked foods of all time. The part I like most, however, is the crust. Therein lies my dilemma. I have been experimenting with different ways to make pie crust for about a year now, and up until the time of this experiment, I had not come up with an acceptable crust.
This experiment, then, has been in the works since this summer when I asked my boss how to make a pie crust and used olive oil instead of shortening. The next time I made the crust, I used butter. The results were entirely different. The main points of this experiment for me personally are 1) to demonstrate that there is a difference between fat used in a recipe of pie crust and the outcome of said crust, 2) to find out why this difference exists, 3) to finally produce an acceptable pie crust and 4) to find the superior fat to use when preparing the crust of a pie. Having gone through with the experiment, I feel confident that I have my answers to these questions.
Pie crust, or pastry, has certain standards that are to be observed to obtain the best possible quality. According to Betty Crocker’s New Cookbook, “Perfect pastry is golden brown and blistered on top, [has a] crisp brown undercrust, tender [meaning it] cuts easily and holds its shape when served, [and is] flaky and crispy.”[1] By changing the fat of the pastry, I altered the flakiness, the tenderness, taste, and color of the pastry. Color and taste are depended on the type of fat because each fat has its own flavor and color naturally. Color can also be added to the pie crust before baking by brushing it with milk, moistening it with water and sprinkling it with sugar, or by mixing an egg wash and brushing the crust with it.[2] To prevent excessive browning, pies can covered with aluminum foil which is removed 15 minutes before the end of the bake time.[3]  How the type of fat determines flakiness and tenderness will now be discussed in further detail.
 “The proportion of fat is probably the most important determinant of quality in pastry especially in creating flakiness. Large amounts of fat are required to produce a flaky crust.”[4] Flakiness is determined by the size, firmness and ease of spread of fat particles.[5] “When fat is cut in small, cold pieces that are incorporated into the dough without being creamed or absorbed by the flour, the fat will then melt during baking, and leave empty spaces where steam may collect to leaven and lift the layers of the dough.”[6] The air pockets left make the pastry flaky with more air pockets (or blisters) giving flakier texture.[7] The type of fat used will determine the flakiness of the crust as well.[8] “Firmer, plastic, 100% fats such as hydrogenated shortenings and lard produce the flakiest pastries… Shortening is softer and more pliable than cold butter, so it coats the flour more easily and can be rolled out even when refrigerated.”[9] The water content of butter can cause more gluten formation when it is used in pastry, but high-quality butters have less water content, making them most desirable for use in pastry.[10] Butter’s flavor lends itself to pastry making, yet it tends to harden when refrigerated requiring more effort to roll out the dough.[11] “Oil is the least desirable fat for making flaky pastry because it coats each flour particle, resulting in an extremely tender but mealy (grainy) texture.”[12]
Tenderness is another very important quality in pastry. “Tender products are easily crushed or chewed; they are soft and fragile.”[13] The same factors that affect flakiness of a crust contribute to tenderness, namely the type of fat chosen, how much of it is used, how much the dough is handled, and the temperature of the dough and fat.[14]  “Increasing the water in a given recipe decreases the tenderness of pastry.”[15] This is significant when thinking about the water content of butter. One could conclude from this statement and what has been said above about butter that a pastry made with butter will be less tender than one made with pure fat. If the fat is increased a more tender pastry results.[16] “Matthews and Dawson (1963) found a significant correlation between flakiness and tenderness in pastry. Pastries that scored high in flakiness also scored high in tenderness.”[17] Using oil or melted fat is expected to increase the tenderness of a pastry while decreasing the flakiness because the fat is completely dispersed throughout the dough, leaving no room for blister formation.[18] Finally, “folding and rerolling pastry increases flakiness, although it decreases tenderness and may cause the flakes of dough to be closer together or more compact.”[19] This is due to the fact that the more one handles pie dough, the more the dough will hydrate and the more gluten will form.[20]
I used four different kinds of fat in this experiment. Each has its own unique qualities that contributed to the outcome of the pie crust it was used in to produce. For my experiment, I used Crisco, olive oil, butter, and coconut oil. Oil is a liquid at room temperature, while butter and Crisco are said to be plastic fats. Plastic fats contain both liquid oil and solid triglyceride crystals with the consistency depending on how many solids to liquids the fat contains: more liquids result in a softer fat, and more solids make the fat harder.[21] “The liquid phase acts as a lubricant, enabling the solid crystals to slide past one another, and thus conferring moldability on the fat.”[22] Palm oil has a very strange way of acting, being solid when cold and liquid at room temperature.
Crisco contains soybean oil, fully hydrogenated palm oil, partially hydrogenated palm and soybean oils, mono and diglycerides, TBHQ and citric acid (antioxidants). Because it contains hydrogenated ingredients, a discussion of the hydrogenation process is in order. “Hydrogenation is the process of adding hydrogen to unsaturated fatty acids to reduce the number of double bonds. The purpose of hydrogenation is twofold: to convert liquid oils to semisolid or plastic fasts, to increase the thermal oxidative stability of fat, thus shelf life.”[23] Being easily workable, they are manufactured to be flavorless, have a high range of plasticity, contain 100% fat, and have the greatest shortening power of all fats.[24] Because Crisco is the standard in baked goods, I decided to use this as my control group for my experiment. I expected to get a very flaky crust with good color, bland taste, and adequate tenderness.
The olive oil I used in the experiment was virgin olive oils from Italy, Spain, Greece, and Tunisia. “Olive oil is 75% monounsaturated.”[25] “Monounsaturated [fat] is liquid at room temperature and is found chiefly in plants.”[26] They have a health advantage because they reduce serum cholesterol and the appearance of coronary heart disease. [27] Based on the previously mentioned research, I would expect this fat to produce the most tender pie crust with a mealy texture and be the least flaky of all due to the oil molecules coating all of the flour particles in the pie crust.
My third variable of fat was coconut oil. The particular type of coconut oil I used was described as 100% mechanically (expeller) pressed naturally refined organic coconut oil by its label. “Fats and oils derived from plants grown in tropical areas of the world are referred to as tropical fat or oil. They are typically high in saturated fat content and contain an appreciable amount of short-chain fatty acids.”[28] Coconut oil has the highest amount of saturated fat, weighing in at 90%, making it stable against oxidation and hydrolysis.[29] Honestly, I did not know what to expect with this particular fat. Because it is solid when cold and oil at room temperature, I knew that if the dough got warm at all, I would be looking at a very tender, mealy pastry. However, if I kept it cold throughout the process, I might end up with a stellar pie crust. This was my wild card of the experiment.
Finally, I used salted butter with ingredients of cream (milk), and salt. “Butter… contain[s] water and milk (20%) in addition to a variety of fat or oils (80%). Therefore, butter… [has] less shortening potential than lard, hydrogenated shortening, or oil.”[30] Butter will hydrate the starch found in flour, causing it to swell and toughen the dough.[31] Because of this factor, I expected the pie crust made from butter to be less flakey, a little tenderer, and more flavorful than the pie crust made from Crisco. I was curious to see in the taste test if the flavor of the butter would cover over the diminished flakiness of the pastry.
Experiment: Pie Crust
In order to see if the type of fat contributes significantly to the overall texture, taste, and mouth feel of pie crust, I am going to change the type of fat used in a recipe of pie crust. My control group will be using shortening, and I will experiment by using butter, coconut oil, and olive oil. I am choosing butter because I use it a lot in my own cooking instead of shortening, coconut oil because it is a peculiar beast and I’d like to see how it will perform, and olive oil because the text book made such a big deal about how you get a totally different result with oil than solid fat in pastry.
Recipe Used in Experiment

¾ cup flour
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup of shortening, butter, coconut oil, or olive oil (depending on group)
1 tablespoon beaten egg
1 tablespoon and ¾ teaspoon ice water
¾ teaspoon vinegar

Combine first three ingredients until shortening is the size of peas. Blend last three ingredients and add to dry. Roll into a ball, refrigerate for at least 1 hour. Roll out dough between two sheets of waxed paper. Transfer to baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Dock dough. Bake 10 minutes in 475 degree oven.
I took notes on how the recipe came together for each variant of fat used. While I used the same recipe for each kind of fat, altering only the type of fat used, I found that the process, along with the results, were as different as the fats used to make them.
Pie Crust A was made with Crisco. When I cut the Crisco into the flour mixture, I got pea sized particles. When I added the wet ingredients to the fat mixture, silky soft dough formed that had lots of volume. After refrigerating for an hour, Pie Crust A rolled out beautifully, evenly, and flake formation was observed even at this stage in the process. A small amount of the dough stuck to the waxed paper. After baking, I had a beautiful, flaky crust with bland flavor and lightly browned edges.
For Pie Crust B, I used olive oil. The cutting in process produced a green, pasty liquid in the bowl. The product turned from paste into dough when I added the liquid mixture to it, but the dough was very soft and dense. After refrigeration, the oil oozed out of the plastic wrap. This made for easy rolling out because none of the dough stuck to the waxed paper. Before I put it in the oven, it had a green tint to it, was oily, and there were no flakes visible. After baking, the crust was very oily still; the oil bubbled out of the dough and coated the top of the crust. A light golden brown color was achieved, as was a shine from so much oil. This pie crust also crumbled when I tried to cut it.
Challenges were presented by Pie Crust C in which I used coconut oil in the preparation process. Things went relatively smoothly with the cutting in process as pea sized particles formed. The adding of liquid formed silky soft dough that was only slightly denser than Pie Crust A. But when I took it out of the refrigerator after an hour to roll it out, Pie Crust C was hard as a rock. It broke in half. I had to leave it out for a few minutes to soften because it crumbled when I tried to roll it out straight from the fridge. After this fiasco, it stuck a little to the waxed paper when I rolled it out, but I also observed flake formation already. When Pie Crust C final emerged from the oven, it was the lightest color of all the pastries for the day, and had a soft white tint to it. Also, it was fluffier than the rest of the pastries, and held together well.
The final variation I used for fat was butter which I incorporated in Pie Crust D. When I cut the fat into the flour, a creamy paste resulted. Adding the liquid to the fat mixture gave me dough that resembled cookie dough. The dough was very soft but dense. The olive oil dough was the only dough denser than this one. After an hour of refrigeration, the dough was difficult to roll out between the two sheets of waxed paper; however it had a smooth texture when I had finished this process. Instead of seeing a lot of flakes like I would expect from pastry dough, I felt I had rolled sugar cookie dough on my hands. After baking, the pastry came out golden brown, slightly less flaky and tenderer than Pie Crust A and C, and held its form nicely.
For the tasting section, I had several surveys my classmates filled out for me. I also had my land lady, Dee, and three chefs from Bon Appétit try my pie crusts. Dee liked the olive oil pastry best and did not like the coconut pastry at all. The chefs unanimously voted for the butter pastry as the best.
A copy of the survey used will follow the chart demonstrating the taste test results. Each category of external texture, internal texture, flavor, and color was ranked from 1 to 5 by participants, 1 being I hate it and 5 being I’m not sharing. This was a blind tasting because I wanted to get genuine responses based on how participants perceived the finished product and not the ingredient that went into its formation. (DEAREST BLOG READERS, I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THE CHART IN HERE. SORRY!)

Pie Crust Assessment
External Texture is Flaky: Nice layers developed throughout and crisp
Internal Texture is Tender and Blistered: Gives way easily to the tooth and nice air pockets throughout
Flavor is even: not overpowered by fat by complements filling
Color is nice Golden Brown: not burned

Please check most appropriate box based on standards above:


Pie A
I hate it 1
Take or leave it 2
I like it 3
I want more 4
I’m not sharing 5
External Texture





Internal Texture





Flavor





Color








Pie B
I hate it 1
Take or leave it 2
I like it 3
I want more 4
I’m not sharing 5
External Texture





Internal Texture





Flavor





Color








Pie C
I hate it 1
Take or leave it 2
I like it 3
I want more 4
I’m not sharing 5
External Texture





Internal Texture





Flavor





Color








Pie D
I hate it 1
Take or leave it 2
I like it 3
I want more 4
I’m not sharing 5
External Texture





Internal Texture





Flavor





Color







Additional Comments:
According to the survey results, Crisco did the best as far as external texture goes. This was followed closely by butter, then coconut oil, and lastly olive oil. For internal texture, Crisco was again the crowd favorite followed by butter, coconut oil, and olive oil. In the flavor category, one participant could not detect flavor among any of the pastry variations and simply wrote, N/A. I substituted this with a score of 1 across the board. Butter was the leader in flavor, followed by coconut oil, then Crisco, and finally, olive oil. In the color category, one participant noted the yellowish color of the olive oil pastry. Butter won in this category followed by Crisco, coconut oil, and olive oil. Butter was in the top two performers in all categories, Crisco was in the top two in three out of four categories, and coconut oil was in the top two in one category. Olive oil was the bottom performer in all categories.
Percentage wise, out of 45 possible points, butter received 64% in external texture, 66% in internal texture, 68% in color and 77% in flavor. Use butter if you want a flavorful and beautiful looking crust. Crisco received 73% in external texture, 71% for internal texture, 53% for taste and 75% for color. Crisco is the standard for pie crust because of how well it performs with the texture elements associated with high quality pastry. Coconut oil performed with a 62% in external texture, 62% in internal texture, 60% for flavor, and 68% for color. If all you are concerned about is taste in your pie crust, coconut oil is second only to butter in this category. Finally, olive oil received a 51% in external texture, 55% for internal texture, 40% for flavor, and 48% for color. While oil crusts can be used in savory pie dishes, in this particular experiment olive oil proved to be an epic fail. Any option would be better than using olive oil for crust making.
The results of the experiment agreed unanimously with the expected results from the science data. Crisco is the standard for pie crust because it is 100% fat and that creates the layering effect so necessary to the blistering and tenderness of pastry. Butter’s taste and ability to brown make it an acceptable substitute in pastry crust making, however it cannot compete with Crisco’s textural development in the pastry because of the water molecules it possesses. While coconut oil has a taste all its own and created a fluffier pastry, many participants did not like its textures and color as much as Crisco or butter. Finally, the olive oil pastry performed poorly, as expected. Not only did it create a mealy texture like the texts said it would because of the coating of the flour molecules, it had a strange color throughout the process and a heavy taste because of the type of oil used.
This experiment has taught me that not all fats are created equal. Each has its own part to play in baking, and each one will change the outcome of the final product dramatically. My personal favorite was coconut oil in pastry, but I also realize that different people have different preferences when it comes to baking. If the standard is to be upheld, then Crisco is the way to go. I also learned that butter covers over a multitude of sins simply because it tastes so delicious. However, there is a reason why most pie crust recipes are written with shortening as the main fat. Nothing competes with 100% plastic fat when it comes to giving pie crust its famous textures.





BIBLIOGRAPHY



Brown, Amy. Understanding Food: Princles and Preparation, Fourth Edition. Belmont, CA:            Wadsworth, Cengage Learning, 2011.
General Mills, Inc., Minneapolis, Minnesota. Betty Crocker's New Cookbook. New York:   Macmillan, 1996.
Pauline C. Paul and Helen H. Palmer, Eds. Food Theory and Applications. New York: John Wiley   & Sons, 1972.
Vaclavik, Vickie A. Essentials of Food Science. Gaithersburg, MA: Aspen Publishers, Inc., 1999.

















APPENDIX: Experiment Pictures


The top picture shows the pastry dough’s texture before being refrigerated. The middle picture portrays the density of the various dough. They have not been moved from their position in the top photo. Finally, the picture on the bottom shows the pastry just prior to the taste test and sampling done in class.


[1] General Mills, Inc., Betty Crocker’s New Cookbook, (New York: Macmillan, 1996), 92.
[2] IBID, 91.
[3] IBID, 91.
[4] Amy Brown, Understanding Food: Principles and Preparation, Fourth Edition, (Belmont, CA: Wadsworth Cengage Learning, 2011), kindle location 18119.
[5] IBID, kindle location 18127.
[6] IBID, kindle location 18127.
[7] IBID, kindle location 18127.
[8] IBID, kindle location18133.
[9] IBID, kindle location 18141.
[10] IBID, kindle location 18141.
[11] IBID, kindle location 18141.
[12] IBID, kindle location 18141.
[13] Vickie A. Vaclavik, Essentials of Food Science, (Gaithersburg, MD: Aspen Publishers, Inc., 1999), 234.
[14] IBID, 234.
[15] Pauline C. Paul and Helen H. Palmer, Eds., Food Theory and Applications, (New York: John Wiley & Sons, 1972), 241.
[16] IBID, 241.
[17] IBID, 243.
[18] IBID, 243.
[19] IBID, 243.
[20] IBID, 243.
[21] Vickie A. Vaclavik, Essentials of Food Science, (Gaithersburg, MD: Aspen Publishers, Inc., 1999), 225.
[22] IBID, 243.
[23] IBID, 228.
[24] IBID, 234.
[25] IBID, 243.
[26] IBID, 243.
[27] IBID, 243.
[28] IBID, 227.
[29] IBID, 227.
[30] IBID, 233.
[31] IBID, 233.