mutteringhousewife

Adventures in cooking, travel and whatever else I feel like musing on

Raspberry Slice

This one is still a work in progress. I asked the Horror what he’d like for afternoon tea and possibly in his lunchbox on Monday. He had to consider for quite some time, and finally came up with raspberry slice. He had reservations about taking it in his lunchbox because it has a tendency to shed, and he can be quite a finicky child. However he thought it probable that it would all be eaten on the weekend and the issue would not arise.

Using your hands, rub together 125 grams of nice butter with 1 1/2 cups of flour and 1 teaspoon baking powder. You don’t have to do it to crumb stage, but fairly well rubbed in. Mix in an egg. Gather dough into a fairly crumbly ball and dump into a lined roasting tray, mine is 20 by 27 cm and I only just get enough coverage. Press it down into a reasonably well packed layer. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes, or until just starting to change colour.

While that’s baking, mix together 1/2 cup caster sugar, 1 egg and 1 cup desiccated coconut. This is an occasion for using the expensive coconut you bought from Honest to Goodness at the markets on the weekend, it makes a noticeable difference.

You don’t have to wait for the base to cool before you spread it with raspberry jam, or any other jam you may be trying to get rid of. It’s the major flavour, so I don’t recommend the Home Brand plum jam. You have to slice that stuff anyway.

Hoik on the coconut mixture with a fork and spread it out relatively evenly. Bake it at 180 C for a further 25 minutes, or to taste – I like it fairly brown and crunchy on top, but you may not. Wait until it’s completely cook before cutting it up, although it’s probably best to nip a bit off the corner while still warm to make sure it’s not poisonous.

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The picture is the slice under construction. I’m still not terribly happy with the base, it’s a touch too crumbly. It holds together OK, but I’d like something a bit more uniform, without being tough. I’ll let you know when I work it out.

Biscotti

Biscotti is one of those things I like to always have in the pantry, because it lasts for ages, unless you eat it, and it seems to impress people well out of proportion with how difficult it is to make. I adapted a Donna Hay recipe. I find her cookbook designs extremely irritating, but the recipes are great. Here’s what I do:

In a bowl, mix together 2 cups of flour, 1 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder, 3/4 cup of caster sugar, 3 eggs and your flavouring. My family’s favourite is hazelnut and vanilla, so I’d add a cup of whole hazelnuts and 3 teaspoons of vanilla, because I make my own vanilla and it’s a bit weak. If you used bought vanilla, use 2 teaspoons. My personal favourite flavouring is 1/2 cup cranberries, 1/2 cup shelled pistachios and 1 teaspoon of vanilla, but nobody else likes those because they are ignorant Philistines.

The mixture will be a bit dry to start off with, but get in there with your hands and knead it together until you have a smooth dough, apart from the nuts. If you’ve used large eggs you may need a bit more flour, the dough should be quite stiff. Form the dough into two logs and place them on a lined baking tray. You can amuse yourself by making square or triangle cross section logs if you want to pretend you’re helping out at preschool. Bake at 160 degrees C for about thirty five minutes, or until they’re starting to go a bit golden.

After you take them out of the oven, let them cool completely. What I’d then strongly recommend is wrapping them in a tea towel, putting them somewhere that the ants can’t get them and leaving them overnight. Then you can cut them with a sharp knife, once again you can choose to amuse yourself by seeing how finely you can slice them, but I like them on the robust side. Arrange them on lined baking trays and bake at 160 degrees for about ten or fifteen minutes – until they’re just starting to colour. Cool completely, then stick them in Tupperware.

I like this recipe because it doesn’t require you to mess about with egg whites, which I avoid as much as I can. I’ve tried biscotti made with egg whites, and they are more delicate, the kind of thing you’d serve with coffee when the boss came around. But these are destined for the lunchbox, because apparently at high school you can bring nut products so long as you refrain from licking anyone with an allergy.

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Birthday Presents

There comes a time in every housewife’s life when she realises she’s behind on the birthday presents.  And so it was today, when upon awakening I realised I must immediately go and purchase four presents.  Immediately after making lunches, dropping kids at school, having breakfast, entering the orchestra cheques into the choir accounting program and going to the physio.

The presents are for a niece, a nephew, a Grampa and Muffet’s brainy friend.  The Moose tells me that brainy kids get tired of receiving science packs for their birthdays but has nothing constructive to offer as an alternative, so I ignore him completely and head straight for Terrific Scientific.  I pick up two packs, one for the brainy friend and one for the nephew who has shown a vague interest in science that must be pushed along.

Then I take a peek in the store next door.  It’s one of those shops full of cushions, and pink and gold throws made by unemployed yaks, and jingly strings to hang on the curtain to startle the cat.  Who shops there?  How on earth do they stay in business?  I can only imagine buying something there as in a last minute rush present for a husband’s secretary or a grandmother-in-law or something, and how often is that?  Yet there must be people out there who stand with a hand on one hip and say to their partner “you know, what our house really needs is a verdigris donkey.  We could put it next to our collection of oversized candlesticks”.

Next door to that was my next stop – coffee.  You can’t shop uncaffeinated.  This turned out to be a hipster cafe.  I could tell because the (male) baristas were, reading from left to right, bearded with Buddy Holly glasses, dark and thin with a black beanie and a large hole in the ear, tattooed with long red hair tied in a messy bun.  Also the counter was constructed from mismatched dresser drawers.  I’m sure there’s a hipster term for that kind of thing.  Ironic?, except it isn’t.  Ecocycled?  The word that sprang to my mind was rickety, but the coffee was good.

I thought I’d get the niece a funky item of clothing for her entry into teenagehood.  You know how people talk about having a great novel in them?  Or a long distance runner, or fashion designer or something?  Well inside me is a crazy cat lady, and shops like the Tree of Life are very bad for that side of me.  I did try on a gorgeous purple velvet jacket with a lace collar and through an enormous act of will managed not to buy it, even though it was on sale.  I walked out of there with only a crocheted top in a colour the Muffet tells me is my niece’s favourite, so a success all round.

To finish it off I found a rather tailored grey cardy for Grampa, the man has really got to stop wearing beige.  Now I have to talk the kids into wrapping my haul.  It’s quite possible that I should have bought wrapping paper while I was out.  But that coffee just wasn’t strong enough.

Anzac biscuits

Apparently I make quite a fine Anzac biscuit. I should hope so, I worked on the recipe for ages. My family likes it crunchy and dark, so here’s what I do.

Melt 125 grams of butter and a tablespoon of golden syrup in a small pan. I use a small Vision pan, it appears to made of toughened glass and I snaffled it from my Nanna shortly after she went into a nursing home. I know I’m a scientist and everything, but microwaving stuff gives me the collywobbles, so stovetop it is for me.

Meanwhile mix together 1 cup plain flour, 1 cup of oats, 3/4 cup desiccated coconut, 1/2 cup white sugar, 1/4 cup brown sugar, and 1 teaspoon of vanilla essence. In a measuring cup or something mix 1 and a half teaspoons of bicarbonate of soda with 2 tablespoons of boiling water, then tip into the pot of melted butter. Stir it around until it fizzes up, then tip it into the bowl of dry ingredients and mix. It’s quite a dry mixture, but you don’t want it too crumbly. On a dry day you may need an extra 5 grams of melted butter, it can really make a difference.

Squash walnut sized lumps onto a lined baking pan and bake in a moderate oven until really quite brown. Fifteen or so minutes, just keep an eye on it. Let them cool completely before packing them into Tupperware so that they stay crunchy.

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I think it makes a difference to use a nice butter. I use and recommend Harmonie Danish butter, not because it’s organic (it has travelled from Denmark, totally negating its environmental credentials), but because you can actually taste the difference. You can recommend some Australian organic butters to me, but all the ones I’ve tried are on the cheesy side and are best in savory recipes. I’ve also tried using organic coconut and oats from Honest to Goodness, but that just makes me feel good, you can’t taste them. You can tell in a raspberry slice, but that’s a whole other post.

So that’ll weigh down the lunch boxes for a couple of days.

View from the choir

A friend once asked me, knowing me to be musical, if I was in a rock band when at Uni. Not me, I was in the madrigals group. I like my music complicated, I like to perform stuff that takes months to learn, and I like it to be a couple of hundred years old. Anything that’s still being performed after two hundred years must be good.

Our concert was yesterday afternoon. We generally start with an overture that doesn’t involve us, so we sit on our chairs trying hard not to scratch or cough. I like to spend the time looking over the sea of grey heads that comprises our audience. I like to spot the woman who has come to every concert, always sits in the front row and always falls into a restful slumber about thirty seconds in. She’s not even particularly old.

Of course, performing what we’ve been working hard on for months is always terrific too, but I love watching the soloists. Our bass soloist this time was fascinating. He’s very tall, with quite a small head. During rehearsals he was wearing a large jacket which gave him the appearance of actually being composed of two smaller basses, one standing on the other’s shoulders. He also had the habit of either buckling at the knees while singing or standing on his toes. It was as if whoever was holding his string wasn’t concentrating very hard. I was delighted to see this habit was taken into the concert.

Our conductor is a man with very high blood pressure, coupled with the artistic temperament. He’s the only person I’ve ever seen actually foam at the mouth. Many of our concerts feature our chamber choir singing a piece that’s a bit too tricky for the whole choir to sing, and so it was in this concert. We’ve worked very hard on this piece and our focus is sharpened as we all wonder if this is the concert where blood will start pouring out of his ears because we’ve over pronounced a B. Fortunately it wasn’t, and we made it through the piece without the organist smashing her fists into the keyboard like she did in rehearsals. A lovely time was had by all, and we get a week off to rest the tonsils before starting off on the Brahms Requiem.

I didn’t end up wearing the pendant I posted I last week’s blog, I wore this:

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I’d started it weeks ago and finished it during the Moose’s juggling class in the morning and during the time I’d set aside to iron school shirts. You never really grow out of procrastination.

Decoration

One’s choir is singing in a grand concert on Sunday and one wishes for some sparkly neckwear. Our choir likes to put on the dog, we invite the State Governor (and she’s coming!), we kit ourselves out in academic gowns and we sing in Latin. My academic gown and hood are red, a result of hanging around at Uni for so long they gave me a PhD to get rid of me. And look at me now, a blogging housewife. But if anyone ever wants to know the characteristics of the liquid crystal smectic C phase, I’m ready, I’m right there. I digress.

What with the gown, the hood and the white collared shirt, there’s only a small patch of neck real estate to decorate. Here’s the design I usually like to wear, I thought I’d go for a neutral this time:

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Hmm, might use a proper camera for future jewellery photography. These pendants take me about two hours to make. It’s a bit hard to tell, what with pausing to hang out the washing, removing the cat from my jumper, cursing and leaping to my feet to get the washing in when it starts to rain. I need a stopwatch. The assortment on the left of the photo is an idea for the next one. I’ve made them in lots of different colours, but they make such good gifts that I don’t usually have many on hand. The last one I made I sold while wearing it, which is always a pleasing yet awkward experience.

I think this one has a bit of a Jazz age feel, with the warm greys and the pearls. I’m going to take it for a test run at tonight’s dress rehearsal.

Chicken nuggets

So it’s going to be one of those afternoons of children going hither and yon and requiring food that doesn’t need to be eaten with a knife and fork. Sausages aren’t too bad for this kind of evening, but today they’re getting chicken nuggets. Nice ones. Made with identifiable bits of chicken.

Here are my tips for making chicken nuggets:
1. Don’t go buying your chicken on pension day. The IGA was a seething mass of nonnas, taking turns at manhandling the artichokes and pushing in front each other at the deli counter. I had to elbow one in the ribs to get at the butcher’s fridge.
2. Don’t put them on a baking tray lined with foil unless you really want to increase the aluminium in your diet.
3. Use thighs rather than breasts as they’re a bit more tender. The baking dries them out a bit, and breast is a bit too worthy in this context.

And here’s how.
I chop up six thighs into about twelve pieces each. Then they get the schnitzel treatment, and mine goes like this : dipped in cornflour (REAL cornflour), dipped in egg and milk mix, dipped in breadcrumbs. If you’re going to use Krummies, you may as well buy frozen chicken nuggets, either make your own or get nice ones from a bakery or deli. Lay them on a baking tray lined with baking paper and liberally sprayed with oil. This didn’t occur to me the first time, but they’re not biscuits so they don’t need room to spread, you can pack them in. Spray over the top with oil, again with little or no stint. It’s going to be a lot less than frying them. I’m still not sure how long to bake them, I think I did forty five minutes last time, but I’ll pay attention this time.

And here’s a picture

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We had a birthday party on the weekend, and as I am a thrifty housewife, I saved the leftover chips in a Tupperware container. I whizzed them in my miniature food processor and added them to the crumbs. Where would I be without Tupperware?

Strawberry muffins

The muffins are done and some kids are home. Man of the house thought they were delicious. I thought they were nice, but too light. The Horror said the pieces of strawberry were scary and refused to finish it. Difficult to get the Moose’s opinion, as his father is outlining an extremely complicated plan for the last of the soccer trainings, but he is eating it without gagging.

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Maybe I should try it with cooked strawberries to avoid startling anyone.

Last of the Housewives

Since we’re becoming an endangered species, and because I’ve been reading a fair bit of Victoriana daily life minutae stuff, I thought it’s time to get down what I do during the day to dispel the vicious rumour that housewives spend their days painting their toenails and playing tennis.  Have you seen my toenails?  I may treat you to a picture in a post in the future.

Suffering from a surfeit of strawberries, I googled a recipe for a strawberry muffin.  The strawberry muffin I usually make is a pound cake recipe with cooked strawberries mixed through it and a touch heavy for the daily kids’ lunchbox.  The top entry on taste.com is a terribly worthy looking thing utilising low fat yoghurt (I feel that I should spell it as “yoghourt” in this context) and Splenda corblimey, what is wrong with people these days.  However, I happen to have low fat yoghourt and I’m certainly not stooping to Splenda, white sugar should do nicely, and it’s in the oven right now.  Because I like to believe I’m living in a cooking show, I shall now make some chicken stock.  Muffin picture and kid review to follow.