Archive for May, 2011

May 30, 2011

Sweet Summer time(Rhubarb Bread)

The dull pencil colored in another bubble on the scantron. Each time I filled in one more I was a little closer. “Focus” I told myself. I continued to fill in the bubbles while tapping my foot on the floor. With one last marking my last final was done. I jumped in my car cranked the tunes, opened my window and cruzed home. The memories started flooding back. Sitting on the dirt ground, the only light from the moon and the stars, staring at a star lit lake. Looking around at cousins, my family all snuggled their gazes stuck on the lake. The warm breeze hitting our faces. The fish jumping, dancing on top of the rippling lake. All our family camping trip, eating loads of deviled ham, being burnt to a crisp, and making smores over the crackling fire. More memories kept flooding in.

Spending many warm summer days out at the beach. We would pack up our rickety minivan like there was no tomorrow. Once we arrived at the beach we would run straight towards the waves. The hot sand wedged between our little toes, gobs of sun block not properly rubbed in, and the sun beams greeting us like old friends. Little waves would lap over our feet with us squealing in delight from the icy water our feet were submerged in. After hours of my sisters, cousins and I swimming, sand castle building, and burying each other to our hearts content; we would all cram back into the van, our new sun burns being rubbed the wrong way by the scratchy seats.
These were just a few of the memories that flashed by in my mind as I drove home from my last final. When I got home, I immediately went to the kitchen pulled out some butter, sugar and eggs. As I started to toss ingredients into bowls I thought of the memories I will make this summer.

The recipes:
At the market behind my house they sell fruits and vegetable that are about to go bad, I have mentioned how I bought a huge bag of Key limes for $2, well also bought a huge bag of rhubarb for 79 cents. I couldn’t pass it up! The bread was moist, sweet and little tangy from the Rhubarb. The Key Lime curd was a complimentary to that tangyness. I think I will plan on making it again with some strawberries in the bread to add a bit more sweetness. Rhubarb Bread
1/2 cup butter, softened
1 cup sugar
4 ounces cream cheese, softened
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon Kosher salt
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 1/2 cups rhubarb, rinse, chop
1. Grease and flour a 9×5 inch loaf pan.
2. With electric mixer cream butter, sugar and cream cheese until fluffy. Add eggs one at a time. Mix in vanilla.
3. In separate bowl, mix flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Blend flour mixture with butter mixture just until blended. Add buttermilk and only stir until just combined; do not over mix.
4. Carefully fold in strawberries. Dough mixture will be thick.
5. Bake in a 350 degree oven for 50 to 60 minutes.

Lime Curd
3 large eggs
1/3 to 1/2 cup (63g to 96g) of sugar (I used 1/2 cup (96g) in recipe above)
Zest of 1 lime
1/2 cup (0.118L) of fresh lime juice
6 tablespoons (3/4 sticks) unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 teaspoon of vanilla (optional)
1. Whisk the eggs and sugar in saucepan until a light lemony color. Alternatively this can be done in a stand mixer and then added to the saucepan. This will take a minute or two in the mixer and more if doing by hand. Add in the zest, lime juice and pieces of butter.
2. Place saucepan over medium heat and constantly whisk mixture until it starts to thicken. Allow it to come to a simmer for a couple of seconds and remove from heat. Add vanilla here if you choose to. Cool to room temperature and then place in a container in the frig. It will thicken more as it cools down.

May 21, 2011

Sweet and Sour(Key Lime Drop Cookies)

I sat silently on a train fully realizing what I had done. My eyes darted around the train to find a familiar face, but there was no such luck. I gingerly untangled my iPod headphones and for the 2 hour train ride sat uncomfortable and starving. A few months earlier I had decided on working at a camp in New York. It sounded like a great new adventure, and what better way to spend the summer. Now though sitting on this cold train all the way across the country from what I knew, was quite scary. I knew there was no turning back.
Once the train arrived at my stop, I dragged my luggage through the crowds of people. I was a bit shaky from being in this new place, but also because I was starving. As I pushed my way off the train, I looked through the people at the station, and finally a familiar face. My body relaxed a little as I walked over to Kristen. My sister had worked with her at this camp, and she had visited California and stayed with us. I hugged her and immediately felt better.
She helped me get settled in to camp, but once it all started I branched out and made new friends. She was there for me throughout camp whenever I needed her, and was always down for a Starbucks run. We picked our days off accordingly so that we could hang out. She brought me to the most amazing sandwich place, that I dream about today. She made fun of my slang I used and always kept it real. She truly made my camp experience ten times better than what it would have been. I was so glad I got to spend the summer with her. As the summer came to an end, I knew I would have to say goodbye.
The last night of each session we would have a campfire on our beach. Each unit would sing and song and then the counselors would get up and make a tunnel with our hands up against each others. One unit at a time would come through and we would sing this as we swayed back and forth:
Mm, mm, I’d like to linger
Mm, mm, a little longer
Mm, mm, a little longer here with you
Mm, mm, its such a perfect night
Mm, mm, it doesn’t seem quite right
Mm, mm, that it should be my last with you
Mm, mm, and come December
Mm, mm, I will remember
Mm, mm, our campfire bright and friendships true
Mm, mm, and as the years go by
Mm, mm, I’ll think you and sigh
Mm, mm, this is goodnight and not goodbye
So as I said goodbye to all my fellow counselors, I kept that song in mind. Hugging Kristen goodbye was hard but I knew we would meet again. She is and will forever be my New York sister.
Key Lime Drop Cookies
Kristen has been sending me different recipes that she has found at different events in New York. I thought this would be the perfect recipe to try. It was originally for Lemon Drop cookies but the local market had a huge bag of Key Limes for $2. So I decided on that instead and I’m glad I did. They were gone within the first night. Perfect with tea. Sweat and sour just like my time in New York over the summer. Thank you for the recipe Kristen!
1 C butter
1/2 C sugar
1/2 C brown sugar
1 egg
1 1/2 Tbsp. Key Lime Juice
1 tsp. Key Lime zest
2 and 1/2 C flour
1/4 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. In large bowl cream butter, margarine, and sugars. Add egg, key lime juice, and zest. Mix well. In a separate bowl, sift flour, baking soda, and salt together. Add half of the flour mixture to the butter mixture and beat until smooth. Add another half and mix well. Drop by tablespoon onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake 10 to 12 minutes. Cool and serve.

May 12, 2011

Butter an Eggs

Butter and eggs are the most common ingredients while baking, but that isn’t why I named my new blog that. I had grown out of the name Baking Monster awhile ago; I stopped baking crazy amounts of desserts and just didn’t feel the name fit anymore. I didn’t simply want to change the name of my blog but I also wanted to add something to it. I wanted the blog to be more about my life and not just about the baked goods. I have many family members and friends all over the world reading this, and I felt like I brushed past my life and focused completely on the food and to an extent that’s fine but for me I needed a change. I had two wonderful years on Baking Monster but I am fully ready to make the jump into a new direction. I will still of course post recipes once a week but will now also post a story or snippet from life with some pictures also.  
The reason I chose the name “Butter an Eggs” is because I grew up (and still live in) a town that was once known as the Chicken Capital of the world. Every year we have a Butter an Eggs day parade. Theres the cutest chick contest, where parents dress their children in itchy and uncomfortable chicken costumes. Theres the cow chip throwing contest and then the parade. 20,000 people come out each year, the whole downtown is full of beer gardens, jump houses and kettle corn booths. The history of my town and the parade itself has greatly impacted me. I thought if I’m starting a new blog that’s not just about food but life to why not name it after something that has so greatly impacted me as a person. I’m excited for this new transition, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.