too hot, too tired

It was too hot and I was too tired to bake anything this week. I feel only slightly bummed to not be keeping up on my project, but there's been a lot going on in my life. Sometimes one needs a break.

I have been writing, though. Howard and I wrote mini stories today, which was a lot of fun. I'm also working on putting together some of my poetry, which is generally terrible, as you'd probably expect, but I'm also thinking of some of it as prose poetry. The first prose poem I read was "The Life of a Day" by Tom Hennen. Later, my cousin Brienz, whose long silences are broken by surprise books in the mail, sent me a copy of Gary Young's collection Pleasure.

Last week I did bake. I made an orange juice cake. It was delicious, but I only had a slice or two before the flies got it. I threw it all away. I will have to make it again. It was like a tasty coffee cake.

Sidebar: Beef 'n' Bitters

This is actually a picture of a Rob Roy

I'm having a difficult time getting started today. Eventually I have to leave and do laundry and buy groceries, but it's hard to leave the apartment. I sat on the couch with Noreen, looking my cookbook to pick the next cake, and then I just started flipping through the entire thing. I am so interested in the cocktail and beverage section! For example, there is an aperitif that is made of beef broth! Pour it over ice, add bitters and squeeze a lemon wedge in it, and voila! I've never heard of such a thing, but it actually sounds good. I like savory drinks. There's also a cocktail version, called the Bullshot, which is just vodka and beef broth stirred over ice and served in an old-fashioned glass. Has anyone tried it? I think in addition to my cake, I'm going to try this cocktail this week. I can't imagine ordering it at a restaurant. Servers and bartenders already give me funny looks when I order stingers, and that's a drink still mentioned today (RIP, Elaine Stritch).

Cherry Pie Take 3

Killer Hedgehog!

Today, Howard and I made a cherry pie. This time without the canned cherry pie filling, and instead using fresh, sweet cherries. He introduced me to the eighties hair-band song "Cherry Pie." That video is so tacky and silly.

Elise is still in Italy, and we had to talk about future living arrangements, so Howard pitted the cherries while I cleaned the living room, waiting for Elise to Skype us. Howard's hands were stained purple from the cherry blood.

Joan (from Tree House) recommended I use Crisco for the dough to make it extra flaky and easy to roll out. "Get ready for some trans-fats!" I told Howard, as we head into the kitchen to finish the pie.

"To Ease the Pain, Detroit" -Love, Jerry Vile

I mixed a fourth cup cornstarch, a touch of sugar, and a teaspoon of salt with the halved cherries, and then took down a bowl for the crust. Even with the shortening, putting the dough in the freezer for a bit (per Aaron), and rolling it out between two sheets of plastic wrap (thanks, Casey!), the dough was cracking and splitting and so difficult to get into the pie pan. I think it may be just too warm to make pies. Howard stopped me and kissed me when I got frustrated.

The dough almost made it across the pan

When I was ready to give up on my project, he said: "Maybe you can make a drink every week, instead. I like drinking, you like drinking, it could be fun! You could make drinks out of whatever you have at hand. Like, rum, coconut milk, and cat food." 

But actually, I think maybe I'll just focus on cakes. The pies always turn out well, but they are so frustrating to make. Before I give up on pies for the summer, I'm going to cooling the dough for longer. I'm not ready to give up. 

I told Howard making a lattice top crust, while beautiful, was going to put me over the edge. He agreed, so I just rolled out the crust and covered the pie. 

Voila.

After dinner at Simone's, we were too full for dessert, so I sent him home with a couple of slices and I'll have some tomorrow. 

last of the season

As you can see, part of the dough survived the rolling pin

This week, feeling overwhelmed with these endless commutes, work, and cat-stress (how can that be a thing? people without pets wonder), I hardly thought about my baking. Recently I've been feeling trapped, with no dreams readily available. I spend so much of my life under Chicago, so to speak, in humid tunnels with creaking, shrill noises, surrounded by people I don't know and would never want to know. And that's all before I even get on the train. 

I was in the midst of my grocery shopping when I remembered I didn't have anything planned to bake this week. I intended to make a yellow cake with chocolate frosting, which was Howard's request (what a classic!). When I looked at my Good Housekeeping book, I found I had already made those two items, of course, so I will have to save that for a bonus. 

Jenny from work had what I think might be the last of her rhubarb in the freezer at work for me, and Joan brought be some the last strawberries from her farmers market. So again I made strawberry rhubarb pie. The rhubarb was mushy from being in the freezer, and some of the strawberries couldn't be used, but they made enough for the filling. 

I made an oil crust again, so my vegan friends can eat it at work. I've been having the worst trouble rolling out the dough, so I've been all about the "no-roll" pie crust (read: pressing it into the pie plate and along the sides while Howard chops the strawberries and mixes the filling). But my friend Patrick gave me this lovely dough-cutting tool which I'm obsessed with. It makes it much easier to move the dough around. The right tools! As my Dad would say. They make all the difference. 

We made the pie quickly, because I was in between a phone meeting and our movie night with a friend. We still managed to be late to the second installment of our Leopold and Loeb-themed film night.

There isn't much to write. I was stressed and felt strung out this week. Yet I had a nice lunch with a dear friend, and a few lovely days with my boyfriend. 

(Un)Traditional Peach Pie

Soundtrack: Connie Converse's So Sad, So Lovely, First Aid Kit's The Lion's Roar, Cary Ann Hearst's "American Made Machine" and "Are You Ready to Die?," Joni Mitchell's "A Case of You" and "Big Yellow Taxi," Joan Baez's "Diamonds and Rust," and Mumford & Sons' "Awake My Soul."

Yesterday my friend and supervisor, Kate, came over and we made a peach pie. I anticipated it would be pretty standard, a traditional pie, sort of like the way this woman describes baking a perfect peach pie: Farmers' market peaches, lattice-top pie crust, whole wheat flour to add an "earthy note that complements the sweet peaches."

I bought seven peaches from La Casa del Pueblo, the largest grocery store near me. The recipe calls for six cups, so I thought seven would be plenty, and probably leave some over.

She came in, looking fresh and lovely, her hair pulled back in a bun, wisps of brown hair around her neck and face. Kate is natural and easy, and exudes peace and kindness. It is easy talking to her. She washed the peaches, and I peeled them. Peaches have such a special scent: They are warm and sweet--summer embodied. I love their soft skins (the ones I was slicing away with a little knife and tossing into the garbage).

All seven peaches added up to about five cups! What! We walked to the corner market, which of course didn't have peaches, so we bought a mango. As I mixed the flour, salt, and oil to make the crust that I padded down into the pie plate (rolling it out didn't work out so well), Kate mixed the peaches, mango, flour, sugar, and cinnamon together in a big red bowl. She couldn't find the lemon juice in the fridge (it was with the vinegars, oops) so she cut up and juiced a lime instead. When the delicious-smelling mix was in the pie crust, I pressed pie dough into pieces between my fingers and dappled the crust.

While it baked at 425 for forty minutes, we went outside to look at my downstairs neighbor's beehive. Kate loves bees (BEES!).

We ate our slices of pie in the little park across the street. The pie is tasty--messy, a little tropical, and sweet. The crust is savory and measures out the sweetness of the peaches and mango.