Madeline Spohr

One year ago I did not know Heather and Mike Spohr, or their young daughter Madeline. I had seen Maddie’s picture many times during my daily travels around the Internet. How could you not? It was clear that little girl had made quite an impression on a huge number of people, despite her tender age. I remember pausing to take in her beauty whenever her face appeared on my monitor.

The news of Maddie’s death at just eighteen months old last April was a stunning blow. I didn’t know them personally, but my heart broke for their family. I didn’t know at the time that I would come to know Heather through writing for Aiming Low. I just knew a mother and a father had suffered an unimaginable loss.

The Internet came together in an amazing outpouring of love and support for Heather and Mike and the March of Dimes. Last year my friend asked me to walk in the March of Dimes’ March for Babies, in Maddie’s name, and so many of my friends and family generously donated. I am walking again this year to raise money for the incredibly worthy cause of babies born too soon, and I hope you will once again help.

You can also help by donating to Friends of Maddie, the non-profit the Spohrs started to help the families of critically ill babies by easing the transition into NICU life and providing an ally until the end of their child’s hospital stay.

Being Crafty

I got a burst of creativity last week and made an Easter wreath. I have been wanting one of those egg ones for a few years, but every one I have ever seen is so plastic and cheap looking. So I went to Michael’s and took matters into my own hands by getting some cool ribbon, a foam wreath, a bag of eggs and a bunny thingy. To make it a bit Florida-esque, I added a starfish from my collection.

In other news, I adore my glue gun. I’m not going to turn into that lady who hot glued every decoration in her entire house, but I do get such satisfaction out of creating things with that nearly invisible glue, and fixing things. I was able to fix Erin’s Easter basket in a flash when the handle pulled out on one end. I have skills.

Please to enjoy my homey little wreath. It makes me smile.

Stalking Big Game

Earl the Cat is an indoor cat, and that is probably a good thing because he is seriously overweight. I don’t imagine Earl would stack up favorably to some of the rangy outdoor cats I’ve seen around our neighborhood.

I’m sure the instinctual prey-killing part of his brain is dulled from never getting to roam. I catch him sitting by our patio doors at times riveted by the birds on the fence and the occasional heron that bird-walks around our pool. He vibrates his mouth in the strangest way. I have yet to capture this on film, although I’ve tried.  He ate a lizard once and I’m pretty sure that was the only creature ever to fall into his clutches. Until last night.

Having finally fallen asleep after a couple of hours of listening to my husband’s snores, I bolted awake to a wailing meow from Earl that could only mean he had caught himself a mouse. I’ve had quite a few cats and it is always the same with them. They stalk, they capture, they screech for you as if to say Behold, humans! I have fulfilled my cat destiny and killed your house vermin!

I was exhausted. And pissed. My husband can sleep through any midnight announcement from the kids, from a wet bed to vomit. And now, a dead mouse. Or half-dead. You never know what you’re gonna get.

I crept out of the bedroom, toward the sound of Earl still mawwing and growling his excitement. He was hunched over on the throw rug by the door out to the pool, guarding his trophy.

I turned on the light, hoping I was dealing with the intact corpse of a recently deceased rodent and not, as has happened with my other cats, a grotesque torso or mauled head. I cautiously peeked around Earl’s protective paws and learned neither scenario was to be. Continue reading Stalking Big Game

OMG Just Post Something Already

Haiti is still quite relevant, of course, but I am tired of looking at that post title in Comment Luv as I leave my nuggets of comment wisdom around the Internet. I’ve been a little busy, what with flying off to my hometown to see my mama who broke her hip.

Mom is in good spirits, although not at the times when she’s told how much physical therapy she is going to need and how she will have to eat more than ice cream and Taco Bell if she’s going to make the best possible recovery.

I was terrified when I got that call from my brother last week. Ever the drama llama, he first says EVERYTHING’S OK. SHE’S FINE. JUST A LITTLE PROBLEM. I’m wondering who in the hell he’s even talking about and then, Mom fell and broke her hip and…gotta go, the doctor is here. Click.

Processing. Processing. Freaking out!

On the next call he says, I JUST SAVED MOTHER’S LIFE! A STUDENT NURSE CAME IN AND SAID SHE WAS THERE TO GIVE MOTHER HER DIABEETUS MEDICINE. BUT I SAVED HER. Mom isn’t diabetic and yes, he calls our mom Mother. From birth. It’s a little Norman Bates.

I wasn’t able to fly out until the next day, and it was torture waiting to see for myself that mom was ok. She was. When I saw her lying in that bed I brushed right past all the people in the room to give her a kiss and a hug. This is the first time something medically super-significant has happened to her and it made me feel like a child again.

My brother was there. He had been helping my dad with everything, even spending the night there with Mom on a hospital cot. He looked tired. Understandably so. Fighting off student nurse assassins (there was a second attempt on her life with diabeetus medicine) is hard work!

My brother is the opposite of zen-like calm, but he sure is entertaining to me. And it’s all about me. Just ask him. Also, and he’s going to kill me if he reads this, he paraded around the hospital in the most enormous coyote-fur coat I have ever seen, one of two fur coats he wore last week. I asked him if it was cat fur. I can needle like an eight-year-old in times of stress.

So, mom has a 10-inch scar and a titanium hip ball, the part she damaged in the fall, which was the fault of the Ugg boots she was wearing at the time. The toe caught on the carpet in her bedroom and she fell. I guess the bottom line is that it was all my fault because I gave her those Uggs somewhere around 2000 after they were one of Oprah’s favorite things. Let’s just say it’s all Oprah’s fault. She has deeper pockets.

Mom kept her iPhone by her side or on her ear pretty much the the entire time, when my brother wasn’t moving it out of her reach to keep the room organized. By the time I left she  had finally figured out how to get broadband service on her computer because the hospital doesn’t have wi-fi. Mom is a full-on nerd.

Also, SNOW! It started snowing last Thursday night and continued until the next afternoon. I woke Friday morning to one of my favorite things in the world, utter quiet and going to a window to see a blanket of fluffy snow outside and snowflakes floating down so peacefully. You see the white glow before you get to the window, and it is just magic. I can’t wait for my kids to see snow.

An Easy Way to Help Haiti

I’m sure you have heard of this: Text “HAITI” to 90999 and $10 will be added to your cell phone bill. 100% of the money goes to the earthquake victims via The Red Cross. What could be easier?

I did this last night. Make sure you reply “YES” to the text you get in return, so your donation goes through. Go to mGive.com for more information.

Grandma Ople’s Apple Pie – the “best ever”

I am forced by my family to make the same apple pie for every holiday. I love all kinds of pie and like to change it up. Chess, pecan, banana caramel, sometimes pumpkin. Does my family like any of those kinds of pie around the holidays? Nope. They insist on this apple pie ever since I first made it about eight years ago.

I found Grandma Ople’s Apple Pie on AllRecipes.com by googling best apple pie recipe ever. I add best and ever when I google recipes because I find that people who make that bold statement about a recipe are rarely wrong. It had so many glowing reviews that I had to try it, and it seriously is the best apple pie I’ve ever had.

The recipe doesn’t even call for any spices. I thought that was strange, but spices are so unnecessary with this pie. I made it with a little cinnamon once and my husband was all What did you do to my pie??

Also, I think I should explain the less than food blog worthy picture. My son got up at four am on Christmas morning and wouldn’t go back to sleep. I had to entertain him in his bedroom until 6:30 am when it seemed a more decent hour to let the materialism melee begin. I wouldn’t have been so tired if I had gone to bed earlier, but I fell asleep around 1:30 am because my daughter woke up about an hour before that and announced, “Santa Claus came!” and then, mercifully agreed to come get in our bed.

So my cooking skills suffered a bit the next day. I usually make a lattice crust for the top, but decided to be lazy and just make eight slits in the top. Not nearly as pretty, but it eats just the same. Also, it occurred to me to blog about the pie only after we had eaten half. See all those crusty lumps and bumps? That’s the sugar-butter you drizzle on the top. It really is the best ever. Here’s the recipe with a few of my notes.

Grandma Ople’s Apple Pie

Ingredients

  • 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie (I use the Pillsbury refrigerated crust.)
  • 1/2 cup unsalted butter
  • 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup white sugar
  • 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup water
  • 8 Granny Smith apples – peeled, cored and sliced (Add a couple of Fuji for more sweetness. Eight seems like a lot of apples, but it just depends on the size. I usually use 6. You need enough to make a decent-sized mound.)

Directions

  1. Melt butter in a sauce pan. Stir in flour to form a paste. (I have never achieved a “paste.” It is still a runny liquid for me, even if I use 1/2 cornstarch.) Add white sugar, brown sugar and water; bring to a boil. Reduce temperature, and simmer 5 minutes. (I let it simmer while I prep the apples.)
  2. Meanwhile, place the bottom crust in your pan. Fill with apples, mounded slightly. Cover with a lattice work of crust. Gently pour the sugar and butter liquid over the crust. Pour slowly so that it does not run off. (I go ahead and pour about 3/4 of the sugar butter over the apples before I put on the top crust. I also use a pastry brush to evenly coat the top crust with the sugar butter.)
  3. Bake 15 minutes at 425 degrees. Reduce the temperature to 350 degrees, and continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes.

Why Didn’t I Think of That? Beater Blade

I’m really a frustrated inventor at heart. I love/hate coming across products that are awesome and that I can’t live without. I’m happy that my life will be better, but it bugs me that I didn’t think of it.

It’s like Spanx. I know a lot of people were cutting off their pantyhose before Sara Blakely made a multi-million dollar company out of it, but I was doing it for years and can’t believe it didn’t occur to me that Hey, there’s a product here. I will never let it go. It kills me.

I bake a lot. I have a Kitchen Aid mixer that I seriously put through its paces on a regular basis. I don’t like to stop and scrape the bowl because I’m lazy, but mostly because I get paranoid that I’ll ruin a recipe by not beating it for the correct amount of time. Is that OCD? I don’t know, but it was right in front of me and I missed it.

Kitchen Aid with Beater Blade

Beater Blade Media

So this thing called the Beater Blade has attached wings which scrape the bowl while it mixes. I ordered it from Amazon today and it’s on the way. It’s gonna change my life, but it won’t get me on Oprah.

Perfect Thanksgiving Turkey in Less Time

This post, and the following two, are from my old blog. I loved putting these posts together and wanted to bring them on over to my new place. I’m just sentimental that way. I hope you enjoy them and I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving. I’m also at Aiming Low  today, talking more turkey.

One of my favorite Thanksgiving memories is cooking the turkey for my in-laws the very first time. Jack’s father, Bob, is no longer with us, but I think of him often and always around Thanksgiving because of how nerve-wracking the whole experience was.

The Perfect Recipe

That first Thanksgiving I had recently purchased Pam Anderson’s The Perfect Recipe and was determined to try out the turkey recipe. It promised the most perfectly moist turkey ever in less time than the traditional method, and I confidently set out to create this masterpiece.

The trick to cooking a moist and flavorful turkey in less time, according to Pam, was to use a brined turkey, cook it at 400 degrees, and start the turkey breast side down, rotating the bird at specific intervals. If all went well, my 12 pound turkey would be fully cooked in 2 hours and 10 minutes. My plan was to start cooking the turkey three hours before dinner, which allowed me a fifty minute window for it to rest, or finish cooking if need be.

Bob, whom the grandkids called PopPop, was a very charismatic man, and a bit intense. I started to get nervous when Bob cornered me in the kitchen about 5 hours before dinner and politely asked, “When the hell are you putting that bird in?” Gulp. My first moment of hesitation. I replied, “I’ve got plenty of time. It only takes about 2 hours to cook.”

And with that, Jack and his mother flew into the room. From the team: “Need any help? No harm in putting it in now. If it gets done early, we can keep it warm. Heh. Heh.” Apparently, making Bob wait for his Thanksgiving turkey was not a good idea, and had never been done.

To which I said, “Don’t effing throw down the gauntlet on me people! I will cook this turkey in 2 hours and show you all how it’s done! Cooking a bird for 4 hours until it’s dry is for cavewomen, not scary bitches like me who don’t like to be challenged on their first Thanksgiving turkey!” Okay, maybe I just said, “Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control.”

I stuck to my plan, despite maximum hovering by my girly-man husband Jack. That turkey turned out perfectly done in exactly the time I had estimated, and Bob proclaimed it the best turkey he had ever eaten. Really.

Turkey

Though I’m no food blogger and definitely don’t play one at home, thanks to the genius of Pam Anderson, this turkey recipe is a keeper and I wanted to pass it on. I have adapted her recipe a bit. This post is really designed to be the engineering behind cooking the turkey, not the recipes for the brine, the seasonings, or the gravy. I have posted some links at the bottom for some of these things.

Also, through the years, I have found there are some essential turkey truths:

1. Use a 12 – 14 pound turkey. Unless you enjoy mixing muscle relaxers with Thanksgiving day cocktails, save your back, leave the 18 – 22 pound turkey to the Food Network, and go with a twelve-pounder. It’s also much more difficult to brine a turkey that large. If you have a large family or really need that much turkey leftovers, do two 10 pounders.

2. Fresh vs. frozen doesn’t really matter. Alton Brown, that sexy man, prefers frozen because of quality concerns. That’s good enough for me. Just don’t get one of those infused or self-basting ones. You want to control what is flowing through your turkey.

Williams Sonoma Brine

3. Thou shalt brine thy turkey. All other methods of flavoring the meat itself are hen hockey. 12 hours is the max. Only use kosher salt, not table salt.

4. Don’t stuff the turkey. Stuff the dressing in at the end, no pun intended, if you really need the vision of a turkey filled with bread. By the time the stuffing gets hot enough (160 degrees) to cook all the raw turkey juice that soaked into your stuffing, your turkey will be over-cooked and dry.

5. Pull out the pop-out indicator and throw it away. Get a digital thermometer with a wire so everyone who is hovering can see how close the turkey is to being done.

Here, without further ado, is my adaptation of Pam Anderson’s Perfect Thanksgiving Turkey recipe.

1. Place turkey in a pot or clean bucket large enough to hold it. Add your brine mixture and cold water to cover. Put in refrigerator, or outside if you live somewhere really cold, for 10 – 12 hours. Remove turkey from brine, rinse thoroughly under cool running water and pat dry.

Williams Sonoma Roasting Pan

2. Adjust your oven rack to the lowest position and preheat to 400 degrees. Fill the turkey cavity with some chopped onion, carrot, celery, lemon wedges and fresh thyme sprigs. Truss your bird. Scatter more onion, carrot, celery and thyme sprigs in a large roasting pan and add 1 cup of water Set V-rack in pan and place turkey breast side down. Rub turkey all over with canola oil. Roast for 45 minutes.

3. Remove the pan from the oven and close the door. Add 1/2 cup of water and baste the turkey’s back. With a wad of paper towels in each hand, turn the turkey on its side so one leg and wing are up. This may be awkward and terrifying. Have a spotter. Baste exposed area of turkey and return to oven. Roast for 20 minutes.

4. Remove the pan from the oven and close the door. Use the wads of paper towels to turn the turkey so the other leg/wing faces up. Baste exposed areas, adding more water to the pan, if necessary, to keep vegetables from burning. Roast 20 minutes more.

5. For the third time, remove the pan from the oven and close the door. Turn turkey breast side up and baste. Roast 35-55 minutes longer, until a meat thermometer inserted into the breast registers 160-165 degrees and the leg/thigh registers about 170 degrees. Take the turkey out of the oven, cover it with foil, and let it rest while you make gravy from the pan.

That’s it. It really works. If you have some time-tested turkey tips, leave me a comment. I really want to know. Hope your turkey day is wonderful. Gobble.

Links:

Williams-Sonoma has an amazing collection of tips, techniques and recipes. Definitively worth checking out.

You can purchase a V-rack roasting pan or just buy a v-rack for $12 to $25 if you already have a roasting pan.

You can make Alton Brown’s brine recipe. It’s a serious recipe. I have had great results with just salt and sugar, and with the Williams-Sonoma turkey brine mix. Their brining bags are also helpful, but I feel a little guilty using the plastic. If you can’t fit a large stockpot in your fridge, those bags may be a lifesaver.

This year I’m doing a dry brine of 1/3 cup kosher salt. You rub the salt all over the bird and let it sit uncovered in the fridge for 4 hours before you begin cooking. Rinse well, pat dry and prepare for cooking as usual. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Pam Anderson’s The Perfect Recipe is one of my favorite cookbooks ever. She tested your favorite dishes of all time until she found the “perfect recipe” for each one. You’ll find mac and cheese, cobblers, potato salad, chicken soup, meat loaf and lobster. Over 150 recipes in all. I go to it over and over again.

How To Dry-Brine a Turkey – My Experience

If you are interested in how to dry brine a turkey, please read the next post on what the experts say to do. The following is an account of how it all turned out for me.

Thanksgiving Turkey 08 Dry Brine

The dry turkey brine experiment this year was a total success, and I will be repeating it at Christmas. Every Thanksgiving I wet-brine (some say this is redundant) my turkey, and it has always turned out very moist and flavorful.

Prior to Thanksgiving this year, I kept reading about the much easier dry-brine method and decided I just had to try it. This is a symptom of my basic personality which is “If something is working for me, do it differently to make things hard on myself.” Luckily, this turned out great because it was sooooo much easier.

Even though some of the dry-brine experts recommend 4 days with the salt on the bird, I started my 14-pound turkey at 10:00 pm on Tuesday night. All I did was place the clean bird breast side down in a Ziploc Large Big Bag, sprinkled 3 tablespoons of kosher salt all over the cleaned and dried turkey, squeezed out the air, and sealed the bag. That’s it. I did not rub the salt into the bird at any point in the process. Slacker alert!

At noon on Wednesday, I flipped the bird breast side up – didn’t even open the bag, just smushed it around. Fun! Then, at 7:00 on Thanksgiving morning I removed the turkey from the bag, rinsed it, placed it in a pan, and patted it dry with paper towels. My turkey went back in the fridge on a pan uncovered to dry out until 1:30 PM, when I removed it to rest on the counter.  Note: change up these times to allow 6 – 8 hours of drying-out time in the fridge if you eat earlier in the day.

By 2:30 pm, the turkey was trussed, rubbed with canola oil, and on the v-rack in the roasting pan. In the picture above, you’ll notice I start the turkey breast side down. 

Also, I realize my trussing technique might be for the birds, but here’s how to really truss a turkey properly if you are a purist. Two hours and twenty minutes later, when the digital thermometer registered 165 degrees in the breast, the turkey was done.

Our turkey this year was the best, ever. The skin was perfectly browned and crisp and the meat was moist and flavored perfectly throughout. I can’t recommend this dry-brining technique highly enough, and I may not wet-brine again. Alton, please forgive me!

How to Dry-Brine a Turkey – From the Experts

I have become obsessed with dry-brining my turkey this year. They say this method became popular due to the Zuni Cafe’s super-tasty dry-brined chicken. I have been scouring the interwebs to make sure I know everything I can about this process. Plus, I’m lazy. There’s a certain amount of work involved with wrestling a wet, hairless bird in and out of a tub of water.

Also, there was the year that Jack let go of the edge of the turkey brining bag and then 4 gallons of salty, raw turkey juice tsunami covered my kitchen floor, the cabinets, the dog, the cat, me and the outer ring of Saturn. So I’m intrigued with the notion of idly patting some salt on the old bird with one hand and a drink in the other. I hear that dry-brining will produce as tasty a turkey as wet-brining, but with a more firm and meaty texture.

Optimized

The molecular process of a brine works in the same way whether it’s a liquid or a dry rub. Remember osmosis? The turkey juice flows out toward the liquid or dry rub, and the seasonings then flow back into the turkey. Dig?

The very popular LA Times Recipe:

Roast Salted Turkey

The Buzz surrounding the very popular LA Times Recipe:

Chowhound

The Food Section 

In true Internet fashion, there is great debate over the length of time you need to dry-brine your turkey for it to be effective. I have read as little as four hours, to as much as four days. I started mine at 10:00 pm on Tuesday night.

I will flip it breast side down around noon today and then flip it back up and leave it uncovered in a pan from Wednesday night until Thursday morning. This allows the skin to dry out and it will supposedly be more brown. Here is a link to the short method.

Mine is sort of a hybrid of long and short. Also, there is some debate over whether you should rinse the turkey before you roast it. If you do it correctly, there should be no salt left on the turkey, because it got sucked back in. I will get back to you this weekend with a full report on my bird. Gobble.

Thanksgiving Picture

I just love this picture. Thanksgiving turkey fungus amongus.

Photo Credit: Vik Nanda

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