Sunday, August 30, 2009

Colorado Granola

Granola


When M and I went to Boulder in July, we stayed at a bed and breakfast called the Briar Rose. Upon arrival, we were greeted by a young man in his early twenties with long, messy hair and an extremely relaxed air. The smell in the kitchen was marvelous, and when we commented on it, he said, “I just baked some granola.” We chuckled to ourselves at the time, but each of the five days that we were there, we couldn’t get enough of the scrumptious homemade granola that was served every morning for breakfast with yogurt and fresh raspberries. It was crisp and deliciously chewy at the same time. On our last day there, one of the staff gave me the Briar Rose’s recipe.

I made it yesterday, altering it a bit – I cut the recipe to a third (since I’m not serving breakfast every day to 20 guests), I left out cashews and used both walnuts and pecans, doubled the amount of dried cranberries and left out the raisins, used one full teaspoon of vanilla and added a few pinches of cinnamon as well. Cutting the recipe into thirds gave me some odd fractions, like .41667 cup oil and the same of honey. I just poured both into the measuring cup about half way between 1/3 and ½ cup, but with the honey, I’d recommend a full half cup as I think the granola could use a little bit more sweetness. When baking, I found that putting the oven on Convect helped brown the granola evenly. My baking time was around 30 minutes, with stirring about every 10 minutes.

I had a bowl of it for breakfast this morning with fresh raspberries and yogurt from a NY state dairy, and it was divine – nutty and crisp, with the chewiness of the coconut perfecting the texture. 

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Meditation through baking

Living in New York City, peace and quiet is a rarity. Even those of us living in the outer boroughs, like Brooklyn, still have to fight for space on our subway commute each day, contend with noisy upstairs neighbors, and try to plug our ears at night against the sound of sirens and late-night bar crawlers. In order to stay sane, we have to find our own mental escapes, be they through music, writing, sitting meditation, etc. This past year, I have finally found a few moments of peace amidst the chaos. Baking is the new meditation. There is something so calming about the slow creaming of butter and sugar, the whisking of flours, and the cracking of eggs; the hopeful patience for the finished product. In this blog, I hope to share both my baking successes and failures, and perhaps a few killer pasta recipes as well...

Watch this space.