Friday, October 28, 2011

Fried candy corn?!




A driver friend of mine posted this link on my facebook wall the other day.

http://www.southernliving.com/food/how-to/fun-deep-fried-food-00417000074648/?
iid=magazine-fry

I watched the video and thought "Hmmm, I can do that" and went to the kitchen
If you know me, you know that I can't leave any recipe alone. I modified this one minimally, only adding about a half of a teaspoon of cinnamon to the batter and a light drizzle of honey before hitting them with the powdered sugar.

I am not sure of the calorie count in this stuff. I imagine that it is freakin astronomical. But it is sooooo good. Kinda like the deep fried everything at the county fair, you know it is so bad for you but you have to have some. If you have a few spare minutes and aren't at all worried about your calorie intake or just want something to satisfy your sweet tooth, give it a whirl!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Give a man a loaf of bread, feed him for a day...


Let a man know you can bake bread and he'll show up any time you mention you have dough rising. When me, Mom and my little brother moved up here from Ga, we were pretty poor for a while. Mom worked as much as she could at a little gas station in Dana, In, making minimum wage and cleaned houses on the side. We didn't always have everything we wanted but never did without the things we needed. We always had food, shelter, clothing and more love than you could stuff in a 53' Trailmobile. Mom was and is still pretty thrifty. The old man says that she can squeeze a nickle and get 6 pennys and I believe every word of it. One of the things that she did to save a little bit of coin was making bread instead of buying it. That ruined me on store bought bread. After she got a better job, she had extra dough to spend but no time to make dough, so I had to settle for store bought. Nearly two decades later I have my own family and all the bills that go along with it and a pretty good job. I can afford to and usually do buy my bread from the store, but sometimes I sit there and think about how wonderful Mom's bread tasted and the smells that filled the house while it was rising and baking and I head to the kitchen. Today was one of those days. I decided on cinnamon raisin.




If you would like to try it for your self:
1/2 Cup of milk
4 Tbsp sugar,
2 Tsp salt
3 Tbsp butter (you can use margarine if you choose o_0)
2 packages of very active dry yeast
1 1/2 Cups warm water (105-110 degrees)
5-6 cups all purpose flour
1 cup raisins
2 Tbsp butter, melted
cinnamon and sugar to suit your tastebuds

Put first four ingredients in a small sauce pan and heat on medium, stirring with a whisk, just until the butter melts. Let cool to luke warm. Add Yeast and water to a warmed mixing bowl (I usually put a Tbsp of sugar in now, also) Stir to disolve and let sit for 3-5 minutes for yeast to activate. Add the milk mixture and raisins. Stir a few times. Add 1/2 C of flour and stir, repeating til it is too stiff to stir. Put the dough on a dusted counter and add remaining flour, 1/2C at a time til the dough a little sticky. You may not need all of the flour. Knead 8-10 minutes til smooth and stretchy and put it in a greased bowl, spray with pam and cover with plastic wrap. Let rise til doubled in bulk, about an hour. I'll put it in the oven, turn to 400 for 1 minute and shut it off. its almost as good as having a proofer. After rising, punch down and divide in half. On a floured counter, roll out into a rectangle. Brush with melted butter and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar. Roll like a jelly roll, pinch seams on bottom and end and put in a loaf pan with the ends folded under.



Let rise again til doubled in bulk and the top of the loaf is starting to stick up over the sides of the loaf pan. Put in a 400 Degree oven for 30 minutes, cool immediately on a rack. Enjoy



PS, I use my kitchenaid stand mixed... Screw that hand kneading crap :-)

Saturday, October 22, 2011

So, I have commitment issues? And a little bit about me...

Over two years ago, I started this blog. Shortly after that, i forgot about it. I posted one entry and had another saved as a draft. Neither one of them were worth reading and have been deleted and I am starting over. This time, I hope to keep myself interested in it. I'll start off by saying a little about myself. I am a Georgia native, born to a couple Yanks. Mom drug me to the Midwest when I was 5 and have been trying to get back south ever since. I currently live in east central Illinois. I have wanted to do two things for as long as i can remember. One being drive a truck. Two, become a chef. I'm not sure where my love for trucks came from. I just know I loved big trucks almost as much then as I do now. One of the few good things (maybe the only good thing) that I remember about my biological father is that he was a chef. Im guessing that's where my dream of becoming a culinary master came from. Being the oldest and raised mostly by a single mom, i took on a lot of responsibility at a young age. One of them was helping in the kitchen. Mostly just dumping in ingredients when I helped Mom and microwaving stuff for me and my little brother's snacks after school. It was enough to keep my interest in cooking. When i was 12, Mom remarried... a truck driver. Life goal one just became a lot easier to meet. I rode with him every chance I got and loved every minute of it. Fast forward a few years... I have my Drivers license and a pick up that I can't drive. I get a job in the kitchen of a local restaurant and worked there til I was old enough to get my intrastate CDL. This is what really got me interested in cooking and got me into playing with recipes and making my own. As soon as I graduated high school I started driving a dump truck and life was good. When I Turned 21, I went to work for a large interstate company with the goal of owning my own some day OR going to culinary school and pursuing the chef thing. I decided to scrap the both ideas when I found out I was going to become a father, at least for a few years. While it wasn't at the best time, I'm glad that it happened when it did. I didn't want to be one of those parents that was old enough to be a grandparent. I now have two of my own, Dustin (5) and Kelsey (2) and a stepson, Dallas(9). They all seem interested in trucks and food. Other than being Dad, cooking and trucking, I like to fish and ride my Harley, and will be trying to get into hunting this season also.