Pint Size Panetteria

Lots of work and lots of love go into everything that comes out of the Pint Size Panetteria. There’s the shopping, the chopping, the measuring, the mixing… and Chef Ian is on top of it all, from charming the cashiers to Kitchen Patrol.

So, Mr. McNamara, what’s next on your agenda?

Ian: “I’m going to make some for myself.”

Microsoft Word and some Scotch Tape made the perfect loaf band.

Since we know that Daddy and Raba both love a good rye bread and that Raba loves pecans and Daddy loves raisins, a good Raisin-Rye Bread with pecans and a jar each of Peach Jam and Apple Cinnamon Cream Cheese were the order of the day.

A cloth napkin and a recycled newspaper bow dress up the basket.

Ian was SO excited and proud to give Daddy and Raba gifts he’d made himself!

Happy Father’s Day

Apples, oranges and peaches…

 This week I was lucky enough to host a “Ball Fresh Taste of Summer” house party. We “put up” home made salsa and peach jam.  Home canning and preserving isn’t as tricky as you probably think, is fairly economical once you’ve purchased the equipment, and is a great way to make some of summer’s bounty last though the winter.  Plus, you know what’s in your food, especially if you grew and picked it yourself.  I enjoyed the opportunity to get back to home canning , since I haven’t done any since Ian was born.  This was a great “Mamas’ Night” activity, since we set up multiple chopping stations around my table and everyone got to participate while we chatted. 
Assuming you already know the basic canning process, here’s the recipe we used:
Peach Jam
4-5 lbs of peaches- just ripe, not too soft!
1/4 cup lemon juice
7 cups sugar
1 1/4 package powdered pectin
  1. Wash the peaches.  Then scald them in boiling water, dunk them in ice water, and pull the peels off.  Cut and pit them, then crush them with your hands or a potato masher.  You should have about 8-10 cups of crushed peaches.
  2. Stir in lemon juice.  Put peaches and lemon into a large, non-reactive sauce pan over medium to high heat.  
  3. Mix your pectin with 1/4 cup of the sugar.  Add pectin mixture to pot and bring to a full boil.  This should take about 5 minutes.  Add remaining sugar and stir well.
  4. Bring the mixture back to a boil and let it boil, HARD, for 1 minute.  You’ll know it’s done when it “jells” at room temperature.  We put a little in a saucer and stuck it in the freezer for a minute.
  5. Put in pint jar, leaving 1/4″ head space.  Apply lids and process in your water bath canner for 5 minutes.  
If you need more information on the canning process, a detailed tutorial can be found here.

Carrot Bread

I came up with this recipe after hours and hours of experimentation in the crummy little kitchen of my first apartment. I know, that sounds nuts, but this was “back in the day” before you could tap your ingredients into Google and have a recipe in seconds, and I wanted to make a carrot bread.  I started with a zucchini bread and modified it heavily.  I made at least three batches before I came up with something you’d really want to eat. It became a staple of my holiday baking for several years.

My past self could use a few notes from my present self about how to put a recipe together, however… I made a list of ingredients and noted the bake time and just assumed I’d remember the rest. After I had Ian I scaled back my holiday baking, so I made this for the first time in a long time today and apparently I figured it out. So, past self, take note: THIS is how you write out a recipe.

Yield: 1 loaf

3 eggs
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
2 1/4 cup shredded carrots (finer is better)
1 apple, peeled, cored, and minced
1 Tablespoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon orange extract (optional)
3 cups flour (half whole wheat is okay)
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1 Tablespoon cinnamon
1/2 cup raisins
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a 9″ loaf pan with non-stick spray.

Combine eggs, oil, and sugar in a small bowl. Mix well on low speed. Add vanilla, carrot, and apple, and orange extract if using, and combine.

In a medium bowl, combine the flour, salt, baking soda, baking powder, and cinnamon. Stir well.

Add the first bowl to the second bowl and mix well on low speed, occasionally scraping the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula.

Fold in raisins. Pour into prepared pan and bake for 50 minutes or until a toothpick in the center comes out clean.

NOTE:  You can also substitute grated zucchini for part of the carrots.  Zucchini is a little wetter than carrot, so my instinct would be not to substitute more than 1/3 zucchini.

PS: Little Dude LOVED it.

Fence! Fence! Fence! Fence!

This weekend’s beautiful weather brought an opportunity to finish the fence.

After an adventure at Home Depot, we eventually determined that it was NOT possible to get pre-made fence panels in 4′ height as a stock item, although I had been told on two different occasions, and at two different stores, that it was.  Part of the problem may stem from the fact that it didn’t dawn on anyone until told that I actually was trying to build a WOODEN fence, not a vinyl one.  Sorry, folks, I know that everyone touts the new vinyl fencing as the be-all and end-all of maintenance free fencing, but here’s the thing:  Once it’s broken, it’s broken.  You have to throw it out.  Is it recyclable?  I don’t know.  I don’t care.  I’d rather be able to repair the fence and know it will last for years to come, even with Ian the Destroyer on the case.

Fortunately for me, as mentioned previously, everyone should have friends like mine.  What should have been a quick project turned into an all weekend affair, but the guys just kept at it and our beautiful, safe fence is ready to keep the kids INSIDE the yard where they belong!

Fresh Bread

Ian was tickled pink when I said I was going to make “honey bread.”  This turned out not to be because he wanted to help me measure and mix the honey-whole wheat dough but because he wanted some honey on a spoon.  Of course I said yes. 

Ian spent this entire (apparently quite boring) phase of the baking in his sandbox.

Punching down the dough, Ian style.

Playing “peek-a-boo” with the resting loaves before they went into pans…

He covered these up all by himself.  “These bread gonna make MORE teeny bubbles.”

Maybe not so pretty, but oh so good. These didn’t finally come out of the oven until Ian went to bed, so we’re going to have to resist the temptation to eat them all before he wakes up in the morning.

The icing on the cake…

I made two “I’d Marry you for this” cakes.  One for our auction winner, and one for my friend who recently gave birth to a healthy baby boy after 8 weeks of grueling bed rest.  Yes, if you get married or go on bed rest around here, you get a cake.  Them’s the rules.

I made the chocolate truffle frosting in my new Calphalon pots.  Lest you be thinking, “Calphalon?  Meghan shelled out for CALPHALON?” No, I did not.  I was fortunate enough to win the 10 piece set in a giveaway sponsored by Calphalon and BigTent.  I say fortunate enough because I LOVE them.  And I love, love, love, LOVE free stuff.  But more on that another time, since this post is about cake.

If you’re thinking you can’t live without one of these cakes, but you aren’t willing to go on bed rest, get married, or make a honkin’ big donation to the March for Babies, you can find most of the recipes in the Joy Troupe Cook Book.

Here are the finished cake photos, in all their chocolate chunk brownie layer, cocoa icing cream filling, chocolate truffle frosted glory:

"You brought me new sand!"

Rama and Raba came for a visit on Thursday afternoon. When they arrived, Raba said, “let’s get your wagon and go see what I have in my trunk.”

Ian gasped and exclaimed, “YOU BROUGHT ME NEW SAND!”

Rama asked, “now, how did he know that?”

Well, he knew Raba brought him sand before. He knew he was out of sand. (This can happen when you consistently throw it over the deck railing, even when repeatedly told it will be gone forever if you do.) He knew that whatever Raba was talking about had to be big enough to need to ride in the wagon. QED, Raba brought him more sand.

That’s a lot of happiness!

Today’s hot new toy is a basket of sea shells mommy picked up at the thrift store. There are six big shells and it turns out that if you take them in the bath with you, they can be BOATS. And the little shells can RIDE IN THEM.

“This one seashell is up here watchin’ the boats. These boats are all sailing. This one is sailing in the boat. Now these don’t want to be boats any more. They want to be FISH.”

In our evening call to Daddy, Ian tried to show him each seashell over the phone.

This morning they were play #1 after stories in the chair. Some of them are still a little damp, so he is shaking each one dry as he goes. And, of course, making up a little story about what each one is doing.


Bonus quote for the day (Heard while reading Richard Scarry’s A Day at the Fire Station): “
Mommy let me count the fire trucks. There’s one. There’s two fire trucks. Mommy there’s three fire trucks!”

seashells

Little People

Lately I’ve been doing some reading on the Waldorf Method of education. While this is definitely a case of, “take what you want and leave the rest,” some of what I’ve read I definitely want. One of the things I liked was the idea that the more archetypical a toy is, the more your child will use his imagination. Now, a child who can turn an Elmer’s glue bottle top into a fish in a pond or a toy plastic corn cob into a duckling is having no trouble in this area, but still, I like the thought.

So I went on Etsy.com and ordered him some little people. No, not the Little People made and popularized by Fisher Price, some little wooden peg people. Six families of five, to be exact. When they arrived and I opened the package, his eyes lit up.

Ian as the master of his universe“Those are mines!” he exclaimed, demonstrating a very good grasp of the heart of the matter. He immediately began manipulating them and making up little stories.

“Here’s a baby and another one baby. This one is the Mommy. This one is another one Mommy. She got dressed. She put hers dress on.”

He arranged them in different groups and chatted about their interaction. They climbed the stick and played games together. This went on until bedtime. My only concern is that the smaller people are definitely choking hazards, so they live in a box on a high shelf for supervised play only, but that just means I won’t miss a minute of creative expression.