Wednesday, June 4, 2014

BANANA NUT BREAD [A Meeting w/ Walter]

On a baking rampage for the last three days, I stood in my kitchen hammering out walnuts from their protective husks. Several days ago, we were fortunate enough to be introduced to two local farmers, one of whom grew and sold walnuts for $0.67 a pound.

Unable to resist the prospect of sampling locally grown drupes, I extracted a net of delectable ochre shells from a rusty vintage refrigerator, complementing a sizable purchase of four whole chickens and a dozen free-run eggs.

Several days later, my husband away at work and Marcus in expert care of competent ECE staff, I was online browsing through endless photos of mouthwatering banana bread until I stumbled across a recipe by Brown Eyed Baker. Her Peanut Butter-Banana Bread with Chocolate Chips looked appealing and proved to be a good guide in creating my own version of the treat.



Extracting a full cup of walnuts took 10 minutes. Using one of my husband's large hammers, I cracked shell after shell with seeming ease, thoroughly enjoying the process I last undertook as a young teenager. A mountain of nuts set aside, I prepared two mixing bowls in order to combine wet and dry ingredients separately before uniting them into one.

Opting out for organic wheat and almond in place of all-purpose flour, I mixed it with palm sugar, baking soda and sea salt. In a separate bowl, I whisked mashed bananas, home-made peanut butter, Walter's free-run eggs, buttermilk, coconut oil and vanilla extract.


























MEASUREMENT
INGREDIENT
1 ½ cup
Organic wheat flour
½ cup
Almond flour
1 cup (28 shells)
Walnuts
3
Bananas, medium
½ cup
Peanut butter
½ cup
Raw palm sugar
2
Eggs
1/3 cup
Buttermilk
1/8 cup
Coffee, freshly brewed
3 tbsp
Organic coconut oil
1 tsp
Baking soda
½ tsp
Sea salt
1 tsp
Vanilla extract




Once consistent, I poured the wet concoction in with dry ingredients and whisked until fully integrated. I then relied on the past tip to use freshly brewed coffee and augmented the batter with 30 ml of warm unsweetened beverage, followed by a cup of quartered walnut seeds. Feeling optimistic about the final result, I inserted a sheet of parchment paper into a commercial-grade baking mold and poured in the batter.

The bread was now ready to be baked in a pre-heated oven for one hour at 350°F. To avoid over-browning, I mounted a tented piece of foil on top of the pastry at the 45-minute mark and continued baking until a tooth pick inserted in the thickest part retracted clean and dry. By then, the complex aroma spread around the house, making it tough to resist sampling what looked and smelled like my first successful banana bread, so I busied myself cleaning cookware and wiping kitchen surfaces to pass the time.








Within half-an-hour, I pulled out a cooled loaf and stripped away the sheet of parchment paper. Still warm, it was left to cool a touch longer until I felt confident to make the first cut. Spongy and moist, thanks to peanut butter and coconut oil, my banana nut bread looked and tasted just right. The cake, adorned by cross-sections of large walnut pieces, earned its place on my list of favourite recipes and could now be shared with the world...

Two days later, Walter's eggs vanishing at an unprecedented speed, I decided to make another trip to his farm with a freshly baked loaf of banana nut bread. Having replicated past success, I waited for it to cool while feeding and changing my 17-month-old and ventured out with a daring thought to bribe the man in a straw hat into offering feedback on sustainable farming. Eager to unearth the benefits of small-scale farming and sharing them with anyone willing to listen, I resolved to create a series of articles featuring growers in the immediate vicinity, who, I hoped, would clarify how their practices benefit each individual consumer and the province, as a whole.





Having arrived at the destination, we were immediately greeted by Walter. Good-natured and intrinsically curious, he proceeded to ask questions about our life in the Okanagan, revealing details of his own family's history along the way. A touch hesitant at first, Marcus began exploring the vast space of an organic orchard, testing the small puddle next to a brick-red storage house, climbing two big steps leading onto a spacious deck and taking off towards an old swing hanging from a mighty branch of an ancient tree.

Trying to keep up, we walked in the same direction toward a patch of land where Walter, among other things, cultivated lovage. Brought by one of his German customers, it grew tall and resembled a weed until I recognized a familiar aroma emanating from its leaves, the smell later recognized to be that of Maggi bouillon cubes. As if in exchange for banana bread, I received a generous bunch of stems and was instructed to utilize it in the stuffing the next time I roasted one of his chickens. I agreed and collected Marcus, now unwilling to leave, from a nearby flower patch.














On our way home, elated by a close interaction with the very man whose chicken, eggs and walnuts fed our family on more than one occasion, I thought of the pure delight that making friends with neighbours provided that day. Segregated from real people, I spent time indoors, fearful of afternoon tête-à-têtes and unable to integrate into the new community. Life was passing me by, so I made a promise to get closer with neighbours and reach out to seeming strangers in the hopes to build trust and learn from their lessons. 

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Sunday, June 1, 2014

STRAWBERRY-RHUBARB PIE [A Two-Day Marathon]

In peak season since May, strawberries and rhubarb flooded fresh produce aisles of every grocery store across the province. Well aware of the potential toxicity of conventionally grown strawberries, I waited until a routine trip to a local health food store yielded a container of organic fruit and several burgundy stalks.

At home, I browsed the web for a few guidelines and began mixing the dough for my very first strawberry-rhubarb pie. Armed with a hand-held mixer, I combined flour with softened butter, coconut oil, a free-run egg, palm sugar, salt, vanilla extract and lemon juice. Once the ingredients appeared thoroughly mixed, I gradually poured in cold filtered water to moisten and chill the resulting concoction.

MEASUREMENT
INGREDIENT
1 cup
Organic wheat flour
1 cup
Organic corn flour
¼ cup
Unsalted butter
1
Free-run egg
2 tbsp
Coconut oil
¼ cup
Cold filtered water
2 tbsp
Raw palm sugar
½ tsp
Sea salt
1 tsp
Vanilla extract
3 tbsp
Lemon juice


























Dry at first glance, the batter took shape with gentle kneading and could now be refrigerated. As I opened a heavy Samsung door, a whiff of cool air rushed out and swaddled my fatigued body. For a brief moment, I envied a lonesome jar of pickles tucked away behind a head of celery and left-over dinner. Long forgotten, it stood dormant, lost in the vast frigid space of a French door ice box, an attractive hide-away for a housewife weakened by amplifying demands of a growing family.


As if distraught by his master's neurotic musings, Bob rushed off a large bright-orange leather sectional, causing me to snap out of my daydream and carry on with the project. After all, the time during Marcus' two daily naps is all I had to live a life of my own, free of chronic obligation to tend to others. 
















Content with the progress, I pulled out a large cutting board- a fairly recent addition to my collection of kitchen tools- and began quartering de-stemmed strawberries and chopping pre-washed rhubarb. Sharpened a day earlier, a large knife sliced through plant flesh with remarkable precision and speed, completing the task in record time. I then combined four cups of fruit and vegetables with the remaining ingredients and let stand for a few minutes, mixing periodically to ensure consistency. 


























MEASUREMENT
INGREDIENT
2 cups
Organic strawberries, quartered
2 cups
Organic rhubarb, chopped
¼ cup
Raw palm sugar
3 tbsp
Tapioca
6 tbsp
Lemon juice


























Eager to see and taste my first strawberry-rhubarb pie, I proceeded to roll out the dough, using a slightly bigger piece for the bottom crust. Despite replacing half of the required amount of wheat flour with a gluten-free variety, I was able to transfer the entire base sheet into a 9" oven-safe glass plate without it tearing or crumbling. 


























Pie filling neatly in its place, I rolled out and perforated the second sheet using an icing tip to mark the middle and miniature cookie cutters to make several butterfly, bear and fish cutouts, carefully arranging them on top of the crust for a 3D effect. Using my thumbs, I sealed the edges and placed the plate in an oven pre-heated to 425°F for 5 minutes, reducing the temperature to 350°F immediately after and baking for 45-50 more minutes or until the filling started to bubble and the crust browned.


























Elated by the results, I resolved to make a gluten-free version for my in-laws, who have been sharing living space with us since the end of February, the very next day. Keeping tabs on the sugar content, as in a prior experiment, I combined organic corn, amaranth and almond flour, added an extra egg yolk to mimic gluten and mixed the batter. All other ingredients remained the same.


























MEASUREMENT
INGREDIENT
1 cup
Organic corn flour
½ cup
Amaranth flour
½ cup
Almond flour
¼ cup
Unsalted butter
1
Free-run egg
1
Free-run egg yolk
2 tbsp
Coconut oil
¼ cup
Cold filtered water
2 tbsp
Raw palm sugar
½ tsp
Sea salt
1 tsp
Vanilla extract
3 tbsp
Lemon juice

As before, I transferred the ball of dough into the fridge to chill and began working on the filling. This time, however, I decided to pre-cook the mixture in the hopes to reduce the overall baking time and prevent the crust from over-browning. Within 10-15 minutes of cooking on the stove, the fruit and vegetable mixture released enough juice to blend with tapioca powder separately to avoid clumping. Carefully, I filled two of my smallest measuring cups with liquid from the pot and combined it with tapioca in my Magic Bullet before pouring it back into the mixture.

Unbaked gluten-free crust w/ a pre-cooked and blended filling

























The filling was ready and was set aside to cool. Meanwhile, I rolled out two crust sheets, taking extraordinary care to keep them from cracking. In the absence of gluten and its typical substitutes like gums and starches, the dough refused to cooperate and had to be rolled in thicker sheets. The same baking plate in immediate proximity to my crust, I quickly transferred it in, filled with cooled fruit mixture and covered with the top plain sheet, using the same thumb technique to seal the edges.

Since the filling was already cooked, I baked the pie at 425°F for 10 minutes, reducing the heat immediately after to 400°F and baking for 20 more minutes or until the crust turned light brown. Unfortunately, I followed an online tip to brush the top crust with an egg white and watched it crack in front of my eyes, reminded once more of the peculiar nature of gluten-free batter.

Baked gluten-free crust w/ a pre-cooked and blended filling


























A slice of warm home-made pie adorned my dessert plate as I edited a plethora of photographs taken in the past 48 hours. Coupled with freshly brewed Colombian coffee, the sinful treat melted away piece by piece until nothing but a few crumbs remained...