Tuesday, October 30, 2007

punkakes

All right you sneaky wieners, I know you’re skulking around the dusty cinderblock remnants of the ruined edifice of the Chucklehut Recipe Corner, wondering when I’m going to make your life worth living again, kitchen-action-wise.  Well it’s RIGHT NOW, my friends, so gather ‘round my blazing can of sterno, pull up a roll of discarded carpet, and get comfortable - I’m about to tell you about the newest thing to change my life.

It’s pancakes. 

Oh yes, I make pancakes all the time, at least once a week, from scratch and with love and creativity.  But those were just regular old breakfast pancakes.  They had nothing to do with using up the remaining pumpkin puree left over from Kel’s fabulous Joy of Cooking pumpkin cookies, which I’m so glad she made this past weekend.  But she only made a single batch, so we had half a can of sienna goo left over.  What to do? 

PUMPKIN PANCAKES.  That’s right, baby.  These ones are different.  How can I tell?  I made them on Sunday, and when the 30-month-old boy woke up on Monday and then on Tuesday, both days he asked for pumpkin pancakes for breakfast.  Luckily we had a few set aside - they’re heavier than my usual version so I couldn’t eat my full share - so we were able to set the boy up as requested.  And damn but they were still as good as that first morning, light and spicy and punkinlicious.  And you know you like the punkinliciousness.  Yes you do.  Don’t be saying no when I know your heart says yes. 

SO:  here’s what I did - I looked up about five pumpkin pancakes recipes on line, came up with a common thread, and then improved on it with my clever ness.  Now, these are serious flapjacks for the serious jackflapper, so if you’re not ready to get into it, just go on and surf for some lolcat jive.  But if you want the real deal, start by mixing some dry ingredients:

2 cups flour
3 T granulated sugar
2 t baking powder
1 t baking soda
1 t allspice
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t ground ginger
1/2 t salt

I know it sounds like a lot of spices but it worked out to be very well-balanced.  Also, I am not used to baking with baking soda, but it turns out to be an awesome leavener.  Yay leavening!

Next, start pulling together wet ingredients, as if I have to ask you twice:

1 cup pumpkin puree
2 T vegetable oil
2 T apple-cider vinegar
2 egg yolks

Mix these up in a bowl.  Then pull out a good-sized micro-safe measuring cup and heat up:

1 t dark molasses

until it’s runny; then add

1-1/2 cup milk. 

This ensures that the molasses is well-mixed into the milk, and therefore into the batter, so it doesn’t just puddle up in one spot like some kind of blackstrap booger.  Add the molassesmilk to the other wet ingredients and mix them again.

You still got those two egg whites left over from the yolking, right?  Right?  Okay, fish them out of the disposal, then, I’ll wait.

Okay, two egg whites

- whip’em into soft peaks, and who knows those better than me?  I started with a beater but moved to a whisk because I couldn’t stand the noise, but do what works best for you.  Beating eggs is fun and gratifying!  Foamy albumen for everybody!

Set aside the foamy albumen, already, and stir the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients, or vice versa - just, whichever way you go, don’t over-mix.  The vinegar in the wet will foam up when it hits the baking soda, and you want to leave the bubbles in place if you can.  Then fold in - gently, you cad - the egg whites.  This is now a nice fluffy batter. 

Fry them up about 1/3 cup at a time on a medium-hot skillet.  I think they’d probably be good with some powdered sugar sprinkled on top but that’s just icing on the cake, so to speak.  They’re amazingly good just straight with some maple or agave syrup.  So when you’re done with your jack-o-lantern, you can turn it into pancakes!  Assuming you jack-o-lanterned one of those sugar pumpkins that’s good fer eating, which is pure craziness, but hell, that’s why I love ya, ya punkinhead.  Now get out of here and eat some candy already afore the zombies getcha! 

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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Trolley Dances, or BoogieBus

man alive, my little notebook is filling up with goofball nonsense of the sort anyone who’s read this site would justifiably expect of me, but I really don’t have time right now for the transcription thing so the Pops essay and the old music essay and the English student on the bus will all have to wait a little longer.  Meantime, I can still share these photos from the Trolley Dances event from last weekend:

The first dance was an aerial deal on the roof of, and against the side of, a cafe just off the castro.  I’m sorry I didn’t get a shot of the pantomime show that preceded it; I was holding a squirmmonkey, but it was pretty cute.  However, this vertical dance kicked its ass both literally and figuratively. 
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Here’s Sha and Helena enjoying the old-style trolley ride to the next dance venue…
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That “next venue” I mentioned was a modernist fountain in the civic center’s UN Plaza.  Here’s a few shots of a few of the dozen or so dancers who rocked that house, as it were:
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(okay I fiddled with this one a little but it came out cool, right? plus I loaded it twice as a thumbnail but I’m not sure that’s working, so sorry about the huge weirdness, and don’t expect to hear that from me again anytime soon)

From the UN fountains, we were led by a troupe of tap dancers about one block down the street to an underground Muni station, where they took full advantage of the marble floors to demonstrate their archaic but riveting arts, and I’m sorry that the crowds prevented me from photographing their sequined shoes for your entertainment:
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Their dances completed, we were ushered onto the N-Judah and rode out to Duboce Park, where we enjoyed one final performance - a Greek-inspired fable-in-dance, the moral (and plot) of which I cannot fathom, but which was feelingly performed to the accompaniment of the largest digeridoo I have ever seen, and buddy, I’ve seen some big’uns:

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and of course, just because I can’t not be an architecture geek, here’s a shot I really like that I snapped during the Tap-Dance Strut down to Muni, of the old Strand Theater backed up by the new Federal Courthouse building.  The facades seem to me really to play well off each other.
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On an unrelated subject, Z’s robot costume is coming together really well and tonight we carved us one fine-ass jack-o-lantern, which always puts me in mind of this olde essay about jacking the o’lantern and suchlike.  Hope you’re not sick of it.  If so, push fluids.  Hell, push something, for god’s sake.  Don’t just sit there.  I’ll check in on you later in the week to see if you’re feeling better.  Now get some rest, you knucklehead!

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Bored Games

Hey I’m out of town for two days without computer contact with the outside world and that means YOU.  So let’s enjoy the interregnum with this brief list of BOARD GAMES FOR THE DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY:

Angry Angry Hippo
Rockem Sockem Peergroup
You Don’t Know What Sorry Is
Ironic Twister
AngryLand
High Ho No Cherry-o
Don’t Break The Ice or Dad Will Fly Into An Unreasoning Rage
Life: Do You Think This Is A Goddamn Game?
Rat Trap
Aggravation
Cooties
Trouble
Risk
Par Government Cheezi

Delightful!  See you when I’m back from Merced, Fresno, Hanford, and Fresno again!

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