Goodbye summer. You won’t be missed.

Want to know a secret? I really don’t like summer. Some might say I hate it. THERE. You got it out of me. The only part I like about it is the sun. But I hate the heat, the mosquitoes, and the fact that I have to make up excuses when people ask me to go swimming because I have a weird phobia of drowning. No, I’m not scared of water, I’m scared of drowning. I’ll be totally fine just hanging out in water but then BAM I start to worry if I’m going to hit my head and drown. It’s a totally irrational fear that doesn’t even quite make sense to me, so please don’t ask me to explain it. But since two days ago was the official start of autumn, I can rest easy :)

I’ve got to say, fall is definitely my favorite season. Ever. Not that there are many seasons to choose from… I love it because it just feels….weird, you know? *Just agree with me*. It’s the perfect time to watch scary movies. I mean, who gets creeped out in spring when there are cute little bunnies hopping around?! So I’m watching Ghost Adventures in full force right now. In case you cared, Ghost Adventures is the most amazingly stupid show ever. But I love it. It’s about three guys who go around to haunted places and try to talk to ghosts. Emphases on the guy part. Here’s a sample dialogue that could easily go along with every episode:

Bro, what is that?
Woah, I dunno man.
DDDUUUDDDEEE something just moved!
Dude, I’m gonna be totally dramatic about this random piece of wood that belonged to a person who might be a ghost now.
Man, I feel like really weird right now, ya know? Like cold and stuff and just like…dude.
Bro, listen to this sound I just recorded that may or may not be a ghost, but I’m going to say it is for the sake of the show so just play along, dude.

Yeah, that show is amazing. Definitely melts my brain cells, but it’s amazing.

I also love the food that goes along with fall.  When I say “autumn” what’s the first food that comes to mind? Pretzels? Because that’s what I think of. Not pumpkins, not squash, not the gross strawberry-flavored hard candies you get in your trick-or-treat bags that are probably from last Christmas. Pretzels. I’m not sure why, but it’s true. Have you noticed by now I’m a bit odd?

I was so tempted to not put up the pictures I took when I made pretzels the other day. But because I love you all so much, I’m going to show you them. Just a warning-just like you can’t judge a book by its cover, you can’t judge a blogger by her pictures of a food failure. These definitely aren’t my best pictures…at all.

Oh and what’s your favorite season? I feel like us sharing our favorite times of the year would be a great bonding moment., right?

Let me first start off by saying that homemade pretzels are so much more work than you ever imagined. They’re totally delicious, but I’m not exaggerating when I say they take hours. Before you start these, PLEASE make sure you have copious amounts of sanity and patience. I will not be held accountable for any mental breakdown you may suffer as a result of making them. That being said, who wants to make some pretzels?! :)

To get this show on the road, you’ll need to dissolve the yeast and sugar in warm water. I didn’t take a picture of this because, frankly, it looked like puke. But don’t let that discourage you! Things do get better. Slightly. Then they get worse again.

Then combine the flour and salt to the watery yeast/sugar mixture. Mix it until it looks as attractive as mine does.

Once it’s combined, put it on a flat surface (in my case, a gorgeous green thing I found in a cabinet) and knead. FOR 8 WHOLE MINUTES. I kind of glossed over that part when I first read through the recipe. One thing I learned while making this was that it takes exactly 8 minutes of kneading for your arms to start talking and beg you to stop. It was kind of creepy…

Stick the dough in a greased bowl, turn over and cover just to let it rise for 40 minutes. Yes, 40. Four-Dee.  At this time I suggest calling a friend, going for a run or curing cancer. Actually, you might be able to do all three of those in the time it takes for this to rise.

Luckily, the next step involves punching down the dough. Which is exactly what you will want to do. Remember, take your anger out on the inanimate object, not fellow humans. Cover the dough, and let it sit another 5 minutes.

Divide your dough into 12 parts. Roll each piece of dough out into a long thin rope. If you ever figure out how to form it into a normal pretzel shape, please let me know. Oh and please don’t look at my pretzel on the top left. We had some…creative differences. It wanted to look like the Green Lantern symbol but I said NO! You’re not allowed to go against the flow. Once they were all done cooking, I ate that one first.

Angrily stomp down the stairs to your basement and dig up your Dutch oven. Don’t get me wrong, I love my (it’s actually my mom’s, but I claim it as my own. Whacha) Dutch oven. But there’s no room to keep it in the kitchen so we keep it in the darkest most hard to reach place in the basement. Fun times. Pour your water and baking soda into the pot and wait for it to boil. More waiting. If you have already cured cancer, you can move on to helping to attain world peace or roaming the world in search for unicorns while you wait for the water to boil. No worries, you’ll have plenty of time.

Once the water is *finally* boiling, drop each pretzel into the scalding hot water and let them cook for 15 seconds on each side. This is the quickest part of the recipe and once you’re all done, you’ll wonder why you waited 5 hours for the water to boil for THAT. Grrr.

Once all the pretzels are out of the water, place them on a baking sheet coated with butter and cornmeal. Why? No clue. Then brush them with egg.

Cook at 425 for 12 minutes. Yes. Twelve. Stinkin’. Minutes. So much effort into something that not only will produce only 12 pretzels, but in the end only takes 12 minutes to cook. I’m really starting to hate the number 12…

See that white thing up there? Yeah, that’s egg. When brushing the pretzels with egg, make sure to spill lots of it everywhere. That way you’ll not only get pretzels, but you’ll have made scrambled eggs too! Oh happy day.

And there you have it folks. Deformed pretzels that took 2.8562 billion years to make! On the plus side, they are really good. But that’s about the only positive thing they’ve got going for them.

Thanks to the lady over at Gastronomyblog.com for letting me use her pretzel recipe. If you want the full recipe, click here. I’m too lazy to post it.

 

Thanks again to the lovely Tia over at Holding the Future Hostage for submitting a recipe to Stalker Sunday. She’s the best. Seriously.

Frosted Peanut Butter Bars


1/3 cup shortening
1/2 cup peanut butter
1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups flour
1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 cup milk

Frosting:
2/3 cup creamy peanut butter
1/2 cup shortening
4 cups confectioners’ sugar
1/3 to 1/2 cup milk
Topping:
1/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 tsp. shortening

1. In a large bowl, cream the shortening, peanut butter, and brown sugar until light and fluffy.  Beat in eggs and vanilla.  Combine the flour, baking powder, and salt; gradually add to creamed mixture alternately with milk, beating well after each addition.

2. Transfer to a greased 15-in x 10-in x 1-in. baking pan.  Bake at 350 degrees for 16-20 minutes or until a toothpick inserted rear the center comes out clean.  Cool on a wire rack.

3. For frosting, in a small bowl, cream the peanut butter, shortening, and confectioners’ sugar until light and fluffy.  Gradually beat in enough milk to achieve spreading consistency.  Frost bars.

4. In a microwave, melt chocolate chips and shortening; stir until smooth.  Drizzle over frosting.  Store in the refrigerator.

Join me in Stalker Sunday :)

How to participate? Glad you asked. Even though I mention how to in every other Stalker Sunday post. Short term memory loss, much?
1) Take a picture of food you made off of a blog/website.
2) Send it to me at thespoonatic(at)gmail(dot)com including the name of the concoction you made and the name of the place you got the recipe from.
3) Eat the food you make. Duh?

1 day down, 39 gluten-free days to go

So as I sit here, head in hand, possibly smudging the ashes still on my forehead, I’m completely uninspired to write. So, I’m going to keep this short and sweet because I can’t think of anything. And I want to go watch Robin Hood. Yes, the animated Disney version. Why? Not sure… and on that note, are you sure you want to keep reading????

First off, how’s your Lent going so far?? I’ve already failed. I caved and had a piece of pizza for lunch. And dinner. I’M SORRY!!!! I’m trying to give up wheat to support my sister. Obviously, it’s not going so well.  But a batch of wheat-free lemon bars just got out of the oven and they’re pretty darn amazing. A bit dry, but it still tasted good enough for my sister to eat almost 1/2 of it :)It’s so hard not eating wheat. I really feel sorry for everyone with Celiac. But since I’m constantly thinking about food, right now I’m starting to think about what I’m going to have for breakfast tomorrow. Cereal? Nope. Waffles? Nuh uh. Eggs? Blech. I guess I’m just going to have to eat oatmeal. Isn’t what they feed people in prison? I’m starting to feel like an inmate. Well, this is going to be one loooooong Lent…

 

It’s been one of those days…

Being sick is the pits. Although I’m not sure I feel as bad as my dog Gemma does… so sparing the details, I’ve been in bed the last two days and I’m kinda loopy from not eating.

I wish to start off this post by saying I’m so sad this is the 15th year in a row that I haven’t gotten any secret admirer valentines. Moving on…

Who wants to see a food failure?! WOOHOO!!!!!

One of my mom’s friends has a blog and every week she has her readers make a recipe from a cookbook called The Farmer’s Wife Cookbook. The cookbook has a lot of 20th century recipes that may or may not taste good here in the 21st century. And of course, I picked the recipe that didn’t taste good.I think I should have known it was gonna be disgusting by the fact that the ingredients were unsweetened cocoa, eggs and powdered sugar. That’s it. Little known fact, those happen to also be the ingredients for cardboard.And it looked even grosser spread out.

BUT I got to make whipped cream, which I’ve never made before. It was actually a lot easier than I thought it was going to be.

After you take really cool pictures of yourself while you’re pouring the cream into a bowl, all you have to do is add vanilla and powdered sugar, beat it for a while, and you’re done!

Um, yum. That was the best part of the whole fiasco. Well, that and the chocolate sauce but how can chocolate not be amazing?

So technically this was supposed to be a chocolate roll. Kind of like a cinnamon roll, I guess? And as you can tell from the picture above, it’s far from it. I tried to roll it, got mad, threatened to throw it in the trash, realized I was yelling at food, and then finally just gave up and cut it in half. So it’s more of a chocolate sandwich now… I had my sister be the official taste-tester and I wish I had gotten a picture of her face as she ate it :) When you first bite into it, all you can taste is whipped cream and chocolate and then the bitterness hits you. It tasted like I was eating baking chocolate straight, which I’ve done by the way. I don’t recommend it.  It was disgusting. Revolting. Nasty. I’m running out of adjectives. But you get the jist. If a copy of The Farmer’s Wife Cookbook ever appears in your hands, unless you’re planning on making enemies, do NOT make the Chocolate Roll.

And now it’s time for me to eat my toast and gatorade. Funny how when you’re sick toast seems like God’s gift to this planet. You’re like OH TOAST, why have I neglected you so?! (is anyone else like that? or is that just me…?) I’m pretty sure I profusely thanked my mom when she brought it to me a few minutes ago. At least, I think I did…did I imagine that?  Once again, I hate being sick.

My attempt at homemade valentines

For those of you who don’t know how to read a calendar, last night was a Friday night. And, as usual, I had absolutely nothing to do. I didn’t have any of the ingredients for anything in The Silver Spoon (Buffalo milk, anyone?) so I decided to make it up as I went along. Daring, I know, but it turned out ok.

I threw together a bunch of veggies and made a soup which actually was really good. See? Pretty :)

I wish that while you were eating healthy food that you instantly felt better. Because not only were there onions in this, but spinach too. And I didn’t get any magic powers or rippling muscles after eating it. Which is why I don’t eat healthily very often. And yes, healthily is a real word.

I also found a recipe for oatmeal bread on Allrecipes.com that I thought would go well with the soup. It was…good..a little floury and dense, but I still ate it.

So back to Valentine’s day stuff. When I started thinking about it, I realized that I’ve never gotten a valentine that wasn’t “mandatory”. Not that I’m complaining. So in angst of never getting any real valentines, I decided to only give 3 of my friends Valentine’s Day cards this year. But I wanted them to be the most awesome valentines ever to grace this planet! Then I realized I have no artistic ability.

So totally ignoring the scary heart in the center, LOOK AT THE EDGES! Oh yeah, I burned them. I was out at 10 at night on our front porch burning paper, and getting a few weird looks. I made 1 like this and then the lighter broke and I started to almost singe my fingers…. so Emarshily and Claire got boring ones and CK got the cool one. Sorry ladies :(

IT’S (the day after) GROUNDHOG DAY!

groundhog-day-clock

Just a heads up, I have a feeling that this post is gonna be all over the place. So just bear with me, ok?

It’s official. I wish I lived somewhere other than St. Louis. EVERYONE else in the Midwest got hit with 500 feet of snow and look what we got!

Does that look like a blizzard to you?!?!? No. I didn’t think so. That is about 4 inches. We got a smidgen and everyone else got the entire snow factory dumped on them. Not cool.

I awoke yesterday to my wonderful father yelling “It’s Groundhog Day!”. Man, if yesterday repeated I’d be depressed.  Nothing happened and I wasn’t even kinda in the mood for food. Hence, nothing was made yesterday. But today’s a different story!!! Ok, not really. I only made dessert. If you can call it that….

What is that, you ask? Errr….I’m not really sure….puff pastry with chocolate chips and a chocolate/peanut butter sauce something or other. But it was good! I wasn’t in the mood to make a real dessert but I felt like I had to make something and then…this happened. Entirely my creation, thank you thank you. I feel like it needs a name. I’ll sleep on it and let you know in the morning.

And since we’re totally jumping all over the place, guess what I got today? My first letter from a college. Yikes. Some college in Indiana said they liked my PSAT scores and sent me a brochure. I felt smart and loved all at the same time.  I guess I did good on the test. Whoops. I mean goodly. ;)

And on that random note, I bid you buona notte. I’m going to reunite with an amazing friend of mine tomorrow, so I probably won’t be up for cooking and/or blogging. Whatever shall you do without me?! Don’t cry too much. I’ll be back with a killer post on Saturday all about…wait for iiiiiit…absolutely nothing! WOOHOO!!!!