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Valentine Wreath

Wednesday, February 13th, 2013


I saw this super cute wreath, and just had to try it for myself! The original tutorial is here, but I’m going to share my particular journey as well.

All you need for this wreath is 2 paper towel tubes (more if you’d like a larger wreath), paint, glitter, and some ribbon for hanging. Given that all these items were already in my house, I was inspired to give it a try.

The first step is to take the paper towel tubes and shape them into a heart. Next, cut the tubes into pieces; I did about 1/2 inch pieces, and then (because cutting the tube will involve squishing it) reshape the hearts as needed.

Once the easy part is over, get all the hearts together and get your paint. I’m sure if you wanted to take a really long time, you could paint each heart by hand, but I opted for spray paint, which I thought was going to be quick and easy. It was not as expected. Think about it: you’ve got these paper hearts and spray paint. So when you expose those little weightless hearts to the force of the aerosol, they will all go flying, and not end up with much paint on them. I had intended to glitter and spray at the same time, but the hearts just kept flying away from the paint, and I didn’t want the kids breathing all the fumes (they were supposed to be on glitter duty), so I sent them inside and probably spent a good 20-30 minutes cornering the hearts in their cardboard prison and drowning them in spray paint. Then I would rearrange them and attack again until they were all finally covered.

By the way, I went with silver paint, as that's all I had

Once they dried, we moved on to the group portion of the project: the decorating, which is really at your own discretion. We dumped a bunch of regular school glue on a plate and used paint brushes to paint it on the surfaces of the hearts, and then sprinkled them with red and purple glitter. This also took longer than expected, but the kids enjoyed it.

After decorating, it really becomes an adult job again, as I brought out the ol’ hot glue gun.  I absolutely recommend setting the hearts out in the wreath layout before starting to glue, and note that the inner and outer circles face opposite directions.

Then just glue it all together, making sure to glue the hearts in the outer circle to each other, as well as the inner circle. The gluing process took me at least a half an hour, but I was also talking at the time, so it probably doesn’t need to take that long. ;-) After that, just add a ribbon and hang it on your door!

It’s certainly not a half-hour project, and being that it is made out of lightweight cardboard, don’t expect it to be a decoration you keep for years (especially if it’s raining where you are; it gets a little soggy and sags), but it was fun to do with the kids, and it beats still having that snowman up on our door. Oh, and it’s cheap, which is always a plus!

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Will I Ever Get It Right?

Wednesday, August 1st, 2012

Ever have one of those days, weeks, or years where you just feel like you let yourself down at every turn? I’m truly not trying to be a downer here, but I just feel like I’ve been stuck in a self-sustaining rut of failure for the last year. And boy, am I great at talking motivation, and not too bad at following through on a couple things for a short while, but I need to stop making excuses and start taking action.

I remember when I first heard about blogs, and they were explained to me as on-line journals that anyone could read. I remember thinking, “Man, that’s dumb. I would never want my private thoughts out there for anyone to read…and why would anyone want to read my thoughts anyway?” Now, obviously, blogs have become so much more than that, but for me, I still struggle with the concept of saying something dumb and useless. And at the same time, I love reading someone else’s dumb and useless so that I feel a little less alone.

So it’s August again. Not exactly the start of a new year, but I am firm believer that every day can be the start of something new; can be the beginning of a transformation–even if that beginning gets restarted again and again and again. After all, failing isn’t the end of anything, it’s just the beginning of something else. I recently watched an episode of Extreme Makeover: Weightloss Edition. I like to be inspired by the people to accomplish my own fitness goals. It wasn’t until this last episode, though, that I started to see the value in not just weight loss, but transformation. It really made me think, especially as I read over old blog posts about plans I make, and things I want to start, while knowing that much of it never came to fruition, but remains a future “to-do”.

So let’s try again. I want to get it right; I really do. I want to share my dumb and useless because even if I don’t impact a single other person, this whole blog experience is also about transformation in myself. And knowing that I’m putting words out in the great digital universe gives me a whole lot of accountability. This isn’t some journal for my great-great-grandchildren to find and discover how little I actually completed; it’s happening now, and I think it’s high time I stop making excuses and start pushing myself.

This next year is for me. I apologize if it becomes less helpful to you in the process, but I could use your help. I could use a little positive energy my way (or a kick in the pants–whatever seems more appropriate). It’s time to actually show some progress in this wife!

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SAHAM, part II

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Two months later. Husband has pretty much been home since my last post. Now I am getting re-adjusted to married life again. And capable, opinionated Me is having a harder time adjusting. Marriage is not the same as roommates, and it’s not actually a right-or-wrong situation. It’s a give-and-take while still being a part of one another’s lives kind of thing. Ugh. It’s so much more difficult than roommates. But that’s not why I’m writing. Let’s hear about the cost of being at home alone, with kids.

First, there is the obvious: being alone . . . with kids. I have yet to meet a mother who does not occasionally have the desire to leave a child crying in a crib, or maybe propped in front of a tv while she escapes for some fresh, quiet air. And usually this desire multiplies until she perhaps needs not just 10 seconds alone, but perhaps an entire hour alone. And being the good mother that she is, she does not leave a crying child alone while she takes a joy ride down Main Street. But she will hand off the little demon to Daddy the second his feet cross the threshold, and disappear before he can come up with a legitimate reason why he should not be holding the child.

When Daddy is gone, this cannot happen. And listening to the crying, the whining, maybe even just the innocent (but still very annoying), constant chatter can start to fray any sane person’s nerves. Added on top of that is the knowledge that there is no escape, and let’s just say there are times where Zombie Mommy takes over (until even this alter-ego gets worn down by the incessant repetition of “Mommy, why won’t you talk to me?”). This is bad all-around, because the kids only get mothering attention, which is typically the manners-enforcing, life-learning, book-reading, quiet time; versus fathering attention, which is typically tickle-festing, body-wrestling, mess-making, and your basic ruckus-raising time. So the kids are going a little stir-crazy, and Mommy checks out, and now they’re really going stir-crazy, which really doesn’t help Mommy, so it’s quite a vicious circle until Mommy eats some chocolate or something and musters the enthusiasm to play with the kids and get them to bed so that she can finally get a break . . . which, in my case, turns into quite a few hours of doing whatever I can think of that involves not going to bed because it is oh-so-quiet while they are asleep and if I go to bed then I will just wake up again and have to listen to all the noise for another whole day alone. Oy. Next thing I know, it’s 5 a.m. and now on top of my little patience, I will also have little sleep, which saps even more of said little patience.

Whew!

Don’t worry; this wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Maybe like every other day. ;) But what I’m trying to say is, it can be exhausting taking care of two small children without any adult interaction, or assistance. There were certainly some times when I became Zombie Mommy, so I can certainly appreciate Daddy’s presence now, despite all those little beard hairs in the sink. Being alone is great as long as things are going along smoothly; it’s when the troops are restless and there is no immediate reinforcement that it gets a little sticky. I am sure this was an obvious outcome for all of you, though. And it was mostly remedied by going to see a friend, or just getting out of the house. There are other costs that I didn’t quite realize at first.

Touch. Apparently, touch is ridiculously important. I was at a children’s museum today and one piece of information was that the hand has like 15,000 receptors in it (don’t quote me on this; I’m feeling too tired to look it up). The sense of touch is amazing. Babies–animals and humans–all thrive when touched lovingly, but do not do so well in isolation. Having my children around me, I never imagined I would be lacking in touch; after all, III was still nursing and pretty much clinging to me any waking moment. But it’s not the same.

The summer after I graduated high school I went to stay with a past foreign exchange student for a month. The third week I was there I had fallen asleep on the beach and had completely burned my back. Obviously it hurt, and I couldn’t reach to spread any lotion on it, so my host mother spread it on for me. And I realized as she touched me, that I had not touched another human being beyond the cordial handshake/kiss of first meeting someone since I had arrived. My mother wasn’t forcing a hug out of me every night, I wasn’t slouching against anyone on the couch, or even giving a friendly back rub. So when my host mother touched me, I almost began to cry. The touch was so much more comforting than the lotion itself. It is a basic human need.

So I may have had the entire bed to spread out on while Lloyd was gone, but I had no one to hug  me good-night. I may have been able to watch all chick flicks, but I had no one to lean on, or even share the jokes with. Lack of touch disconnects you (and I feel for anyone in a long-distance relationship!), and it’s not the big intimate acts of touch, but the small ones that make you feel alone. After all, don’t we get excited when watching a movie and the guy reaches over to push a stray bit of hair out of the girl’s face? Or reaches to slip the strap of her dress back on her shoulder? I missed the simple things.

I had my own schedule, but no one who wanted me to be anywhere (well, not entirely true; I did stay somewhat busy, but at the end of every day my friends all had their own homes to go back to). There were times when everyone I knew had plans with family or close friends, and I the best I could get was a phone call. At meal time I had to help both kids get fed before I got a chance to eat . . . alone. Instead of having someone help clean up the kitchen with me (not that this is a frequent occurrence), I got asked a hundred times when I would be done and could come play.

I guess what I’m saying is that there are two sides to every story. It is difficult being a parent alone. But that doesn’t mean I have to be miserable. And if I’m not miserable it doesn’t mean I would rather be alone. I think it’s ok to recognize a situation for what it is, but not to wallow in what it isn’t. And when I figure out how to do that, I’ll let you know!

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The Stay-at-Home-Alone-Mom

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

For the past five months I have been in Nebraska with the kids and without the husband, mostly. He manages to swing through for a few days here and there, and we even had him for over a week once, but for the majority of the time he’s been either in California or traveling. It isn’t exactly what I anticipated, and we’re working on plans to move again so that maybe he can be around a little more, but I have learned a lot.

Most importantly, I have learned how capable I am. I left home at 17, ready to face the big college life, thinking I really knew what I was doing. I even thought once I was in college that I was a grown-up, but while I went to an excellent school that is filled with professors that truly care about and get involved in the students’ lives, to some degree they only serve as a crutch for poor little sheltered preachers’ kids like me. There were still plenty of rules, just like living at home, and no monthly electrical bills to budget for.

So I began dating Lloyd about one month after school started (I was so proud for holding out that long!), two years later we were married, and about 1 year and 9 months later we had our daughter and then graduated college a couple months after that. Being married, going to school, working a job, and having a baby certainly helped me learn responsibility (but honestly, I was always a 4.0 perfectionist; responsibility really wasn’t something I was lacking), but I have never been on my own.

It has been freeing and frustrating. I’m not exactly in the position of a single mother—I don’t have to work, as my husband still makes the money. But I’m not quite in the position of a military wife either—I have little fear for my husband’s safety (but let me just say that I am so much more empathetic to the situation of military wives now). I’m this weird stay-at-home-mother who is alone. So let me share with you a little of what I’ve learned.

I’ve learned how nice it is to not have to work around anyone else’s schedule. I plan our days according to what we want to do, and we don’t have to plan mealtime for anyone else, or wait on anyone else if we want to go somewhere. I don’t need to ask anyone else’s opinion or go through the same, old conversation of “I don’t know; what do you want to do?” I can sleep across the entire bed. I don’t have to clean up tiny hairs around the sink. I can watch all chick flicks. I can dance in my underwear . . . oh wait, I could do that before.

Well, anyway, I’ve learned how to make decisions for myself. I’ve realized how dependent I’d become on my husband’s opinion, which is not to say that I’m now ready to disregard everything he thinks, but too often I find myself changing what I want to do in favor of what he wants to do. And it’s not like he’s bullied me into anything. It’s the subtle nuances of how he responds to my suggestions. When I learned (after 5 years of marriage) that he doesn’t like rice, I pretty much stopped cooking it. But you know what? I love rice. So why should I stop making it? If he asked me to bake a ham (which I really wouldn’t want to eat), I would do it (and, oh, I did do that for Christmas last year). I’ve been in a position of feeling subordinate to him even though he’s done nothing to force his ways over me (well, other than his personality being so very, very convincing). And being without him has let me see myself.

I have opinions too. I have preferences. And I have a voice to share those with. Another very simple, and silly, example showed itself when I was frosting Emma’s birthday cake. I think I was using a plastic knife or something, and was perfectly content using that knife, with no ill effects, when Lloyd suggested I use his beloved “spatula spreader” (there’s a whole other story in that alone!). I responded I didn’t know where it was and was fine using my knife. Wait about 5 seconds, and he’s asking me if I’m sure I don’t know where it is; it really would work better. Long story short, I stop what I’m doing to search for the tool, find it, and use it, with no great improvement on frosting spreading. This is a classic example. He never said I had to do anything; he really was making a suggestion based on what he thought would be in my best interest. But you know what? I wanted to use the darn knife. I didn’t not want to use the spatula spreader, but what I was using was perfectly acceptable. Give me that same scenario today and I’ll just keep using the knife. I’m allowed to have a preference and do things my way.

Freedom. Freedom in being alone. But freedom does come at a cost. And I’ll save that for another day. ;)

By the way, I know I’ve been terribly absent, but along with this freedom I’ve realized how powerful my own motivation can be. And honestly, there are things I’d rather be doing. You want to know who encouraged me (repeatedly) to start blogging in the first place? Take a wild guess . . . It wasn’t a bad suggestion, and his encouragement was sincere in that he thought this is what I need to be happy. And I’m not saying it hasn’t been fulfilling at times, but I’ve been more motivated to make an effort at keeping up with housework (that part’s not really doing so swell though), and following through with my promises to Emma of giving her my undivided attention for art projects or just playing, and making time to focus on my physical well-being by exercising every day. And something’s gotta give, you know. Obviously, I’m no Super Mom, and I don’t yet know how to get it all in—although I’m guessing watching less Grey’s Anatomy would help—but I’m still working on it at least!

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The Deliciously Aggravating Tiramisu

Thursday, March 4th, 2010

The February 2010 Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Aparna of My Diverse Kitchen and Deeba of Passionate About Baking. They chose Tiramisu as the challenge for the month. Their challenge recipe is based on recipes from The Washington Post, Cordon Bleu at Home and Baking Obsession.

Here is a taste of my tiramisu experience. I wish I didn’t require sleep and I could finish all the things I want to, but for now, I am sharing my pictures and going to bed. I will update this post later with all the *exciting* details of my journey. (I will also include the recipe, as it’s a simple copy-and-paste procedure!)

Ok. Here goes! The first step to this challenge was making one’s own mascarpone cheese. (As a side note here, for some reason I had it in my head that it was marscapone cheese, not mascarpone, and now I’m having trouble saying it correctly!) Now, everyone who had previously done this and blogged about it raved about how simple and awesome it was. Well, maybe not everyone. I guess I did read quite a few that had issues like myself. But I thought I had learned from their mistakes.

Here I am, happily heating my cream in my metal bowl, over my pan of water. I was really excited that I had a thermometer, too, so I didn’t have to guess on 190°. I was, of course, making this a little after 11 at night, once the kids were in bed, and I told Lloyd to wait up for me as this would take maybe 45 minutes, tops. I kept my heat on a delicate setting, per the instructions, and I heated for 15 minutes, then another 15 minutes, and another. Gradually I upped my heat, and I became extremely agitated at the darn bowl of cream. For a while my temperature stayed at 180° and I was seriously concerned that it was starting to curdle anyway. So I jerked the heat up and voilà! I hit the long-desired 190° and added my lemon juice.

So then I heated a little longer, and I’m assuming this is what it was supposed to look like when curdled:

I then let it cool and poured it into my cheesecloth-lined bowl. By this time I was the only one awake, so I putzed around for a bit and then went to bed myself, utterly disappointed and a little upset.

Hmm. Just realized I neglected to include my ladyfinger-making, which happened a few days before the cheese-making. So let me back-track a little. I made my ladyfingers early, since they’re ok to sit for a while before using them. First, my fluffy egg whites:

Next, I folded everything all together. The cookies really didn’t seem like they were that difficult. My batter seemed pretty airy to me. It made weird sounds while mixing, which is what I mainly remember. Don’t quite know how to describe it, other than just airy.

So I poured it all into a Ziploc bag and squeezed it out into my shapes. My thought was to create two single, round servings, and then a loaf pan batch as well. Here it is ready to be baked:

It wasn’t until I was sugaring the cookies that I wondered if I had done something wrong. There was A LOT of powdered sugar to be used. And the recipe was intended to make at least 36 ladyfingers, and while my count would be a little off due to the round ones, I still feel like I did not have as much as I was supposed to. (I did try to shake the sugar off, but the batter started sliding off more than the sugar wanted to move, so I just left all the excess on.)

And the finished product (which tasted just fine):

Honestly, I’m not sure what they are supposed to taste like; I’ve never eaten ladyfingers, but I think mine may have been a little more sponge-y than they are supposed to be. It was also odd that all the cookies on one tray had a top, crispy sugar layer that completely crumbled, while the other tray’s cookies stayed intact. I wasn’t too concerned, though, as they were going to be dipped in espresso. At this point in the process I was still positive about the challenge.

Now let’s move on to the zabaglione. I was trying to be positive when beginning. But I was also planning for things to not work out. So much so, that I didn’t even take any pictures of the process! It pretty much looked the same as the cheese, but brown because of the coffee. And it did take longer than 8 minutes to heat. And I never felt like it reached a “thick custard” stage, but I was tired and angry so I set a time limit on its cooking and called it good.

In the final stretch was the pastry cream. Here is everything right before the milk was added:

For once, something went right. The only thing I would suggest is to continue to whisk it. I used a spoon for about a minute, and it started to build up on the bottom of the pan, but when I switched back to constantly whisking, it remained nice and smooth.

And so I breathed a happy sigh of relief at the lovely pastry cream:

Well, all that was left after that was whipped cream. No problem, right? After all, I’ve made that more times than I can remember! So, while working on creating Emma’s awesome birthday cake, I thought I’d also make my whipped cream and be done with all my baking so I could enjoy my family for the weekend.

I guess this was just not my lucky challenge. I whipped. And I whipped and I whipped. And then Lloyd whipped for a while. And then, suddenly, he says hesitantly, “Umm. Is it supposed to look like this?” (Note that he had also been brewing espresso for me in 1/2 cup increments, so I was feeling committed to finishing this tiramisu that night.)

No, it is not supposed to look like that. What the @*%#! happened? Butter. Or would be had I kept going. For your reference, sometimes overbeating and cream getting too warm equals butter. It was pretty warm in the kitchen with the constant espresso brewing, and we had been whipping for like 45 minutes, but this was still something that had never happened to me before.

Fortunately, I had one more cup of cream left, and despite the fact that it was now 2 in the morning, I was determined to finish. I stuck my bowl, beaters, and cream in the freezer for a good 15 minutes, and then tried again. Unbelievably, this batch also refused to turn into whipped cream. What gives?! By 3, we quit. I dumped my beaten-up, but not whipped, cream, and passed out. I still don’t know what happened. My only hypothesis is that I was using this cream that was not ultra-pasteurized and from some nearby farm in Nebraska, so maybe that had some affect. Also, how do you tell how much fat is in the cream? The recipe kept talking about 25% or 36%, and in all the stores I went to, I saw no markings. Is this just the nutritional info?

Anyway, let’s hurry this along, eh? Here’s the chilled mascarpone. Certainly more solid than the kind I’ve used before, so that’s probably my bad, but it still smushed up just fine.

Here is my cheese, zabaglione, and pastry cream, ready to be mixed. It all seemed like such small amounts. When I cooked the zabaglione, it appeared to decrease in volume by about half.

It all mixed together all right, though:

And here is my new (3rd!) batch of whipped cream. This time it’s the nice, cheap, ultra-pasteurized cream—and it even whipped up with only a whisk! Below that is my bowl of sugared espresso (this was the only part of the recipe where there was WAY too much; maybe I should have let my ladyfingers soak up more, though).

Dipped the ladyfingers and made my first layer:

It really doesn’t look as awesome from the side as I hoped it would, but here is the loaf pan, which I only just barely had enough cookies for:

And here are the two single servings:

The espresso mixture with ladyfinger crumbs (I just thought the reflection in it was cool):

After chillin’:

Out of the mold:

And onto the plate:

I wasn’t able to let the loaf pan batch chill for very long, so it was a bit runny, but the other two had a good day to form up, and they kept their shape much better:

So that’s it! It was delicious, but I’m not sure it was worth all the stress and aggravation. It was a busy weekend to be making it, though, so that may have contributed. I would certainly like to try to make the ladyfingers again; we’ll see about the rest. I won’t be trying it any time soon—of that, I am quite certain.

Here’s the recipe:

TIRAMISU

(Recipe source: Carminantonio’s Tiramisu from The Washington Post, July 11 2007 )
This recipe makes 6 servings

Ingredients:
For the zabaglione:
2 large egg yolks
3 tablespoons sugar/50gms
1/4 cup/60ml Marsala wine (or port or coffee)
1/4 teaspoon/ 1.25ml vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest

For the vanilla pastry cream:
1/4 cup/55gms sugar
1 tablespoon/8gms all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest
1/2 teaspoon/ 2.5ml vanilla extract
1 large egg yolk
3/4 cup/175ml whole milk

For the whipped cream:
1 cup/235ml chilled heavy cream (we used 25%)
1/4 cup/55gms sugar
1/2 teaspoon/ 2.5ml vanilla extract

To assemble the tiramisu:
2 cups/470ml brewed espresso, warmed
1 teaspoon/5ml rum extract (optional)
1/2 cup/110gms sugar
1/3 cup/75gms mascarpone cheese
36 savoiardi/ ladyfinger biscuits (you may use less)
2 tablespoons/30gms unsweetened cocoa powder

Method:
For the zabaglione:
Heat water in a double boiler. If you don’t have a double boiler, place a pot with about an inch of water in it on the stove. Place a heat-proof bowl in the pot making sure the bottom does not touch the water.
In a large mixing bowl (or stainless steel mixing bowl), mix together the egg yolks, sugar, the Marsala (or espresso/ coffee), vanilla extract and lemon zest. Whisk together until the yolks are fully blended and the mixture looks smooth.
Transfer the mixture to the top of a double boiler or place your bowl over the pan/ pot with simmering water. Cook the egg mixture over low heat, stirring constantly, for about 8 minutes or until it resembles thick custard. It may bubble a bit as it reaches that consistency.
Let cool to room temperature and transfer the zabaglione to a bowl. Cover and refrigerate at least 4 hours or overnight, until thoroughly chilled.

For the pastry cream:
Mix together the sugar, flour, lemon zest and vanilla extract in a medium heavy-bottomed saucepan. To this add the egg yolk and half the milk. Whisk until smooth.
Now place the saucepan over low heat and cook, stirring constantly to prevent the mixture from curdling.
Add the remaining milk a little at a time, still stirring constantly. After about 12 minutes the mixture will be thick, free of lumps and beginning to bubble. (If you have a few lumps, don’t worry. You can push the cream through a fine-mesh strainer.)
Transfer the pastry cream to a bowl and cool to room temperature. Cover with plastic film and refrigerate at least 4 hours or overnight, until thoroughly chilled.

For the whipped cream:
Combine the cream, sugar and vanilla extract in a mixing bowl. Beat with an electric hand mixer or immersion blender until the mixture holds stiff peaks. Set aside.

To assemble the tiramisu:
Have ready a rectangular serving dish (about 8″ by 8″ should do) or one of your choice.
Mix together the warm espresso, rum extract and sugar in a shallow dish, whisking to mix well. Set aside to cool.
In a large bowl, beat the mascarpone cheese with a spoon to break down the lumps and make it smooth. This will make it easier to fold. Add the prepared and chilled zabaglione and pastry cream, blending until just combined. Gently fold in the whipped cream. Set this cream mixture aside.

Now to start assembling the tiramisu.
Workings quickly, dip 12 of the ladyfingers in the sweetened espresso, about 1 second per side. They should be moist but not soggy. Immediately transfer each ladyfinger to the platter, placing them side by side in a single row. You may break a lady finger into two, if necessary, to ensure the base of your dish is completely covered.
Spoon one-third of the cream mixture on top of the ladyfingers, then use a rubber spatula or spreading knife to cover the top evenly, all the way to the edges.
Repeat to create 2 more layers, using 12 ladyfingers and the cream mixture for each layer. Clean any spilled cream mixture; cover carefully with plastic wrap and refrigerate the tiramisu overnight.
To serve, carefully remove the plastic wrap and sprinkle the tiramisu with cocoa powder using a fine-mesh strainer or decorate as you please. Cut into individual portions and serve.

MASCARPONE CHEESE

(Source: Vera’s Recipe for Homemade Mascarpone Cheese)
This recipe makes 12oz/ 340gm of mascarpone cheese

Ingredients:
474ml (approx. 500ml)/ 2 cups whipping (36 %) pasteurized (not ultra-pasteurized), preferably organic cream (between 25% to 36% cream will do)
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

Method:

Bring 1 inch of water to a boil in a wide skillet. Reduce the heat to medium-low so the water is barely simmering. Pour the cream into a medium heat-resistant bowl, then place the bowl into the skillet. Heat the cream, stirring often, to 190 F. If you do not have a thermometer, wait until small bubbles keep trying to push up to the surface.
It will take about 15 minutes of delicate heating. Add the lemon juice and continue heating the mixture, stirring gently, until the cream curdles. Do not expect the same action as you see during ricotta cheese making. All that the whipping cream will do is become thicker, like a well-done crème anglaise. It will cover a back of your wooden spoon thickly. You will see just a few clear whey streaks when you stir. Remove the bowl from the water and let cool for about 20 minutes. Meanwhile, line a sieve with four layers of dampened cheesecloth and set it over a bowl. Transfer the mixture into the lined sieve. Do not squeeze the cheese in the cheesecloth or press on its surface (be patient, it will firm up after refrigeration time). Once cooled completely, cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate (in the sieve) overnight or up to 24 hours.
Vera’s notes: The first time I made mascarpone I had all doubts if it’d been cooked enough, because of its custard-like texture. Have no fear, it will firm up beautifully in the fridge, and will yet remain lusciously creamy.
Keep refrigerated and use within 3 to 4 days.

LADYFINGERS/ SAVOIARDI BISCUITS
(Source: Recipe from Cordon Bleu At Home)
This recipe makes approximately 24 big ladyfingers or 45 small (2 1/2″ to 3″ long) ladyfingers.

Ingredients:
3 eggs, separated
6 tablespoons /75gms granulated sugar
3/4 cup/95gms cake flour, sifted (or 3/4 cup all purpose flour + 2 tbsp corn starch)
6 tablespoons /50gms confectioner’s sugar,

Method:

Preheat your oven to 350 F (175 C) degrees, then lightly brush 2 baking sheets with oil or softened butter and line with parchment paper.
Beat the egg whites using a hand held electric mixer until stiff peaks form. Gradually add granulate sugar and continue beating until the egg whites become stiff again, glossy and smooth.
In a small bowl, beat the egg yolks lightly with a fork and fold them into the meringue, using a wooden spoon. Sift the flour over this mixture and fold gently until just mixed. It is important to fold very gently and not overdo the folding. Otherwise the batter would deflate and lose volume resulting in ladyfingers which are flat and not spongy.
Fit a pastry bag with a plain tip (or just snip the end off; you could also use a Ziploc bag) and fill with the batter. Pipe the batter into 5″ long and 3/4″ wide strips leaving about 1″ space in between the strips.
Sprinkle half the confectioner’s sugar over the ladyfingers and wait for 5 minutes. The sugar will pearl or look wet and glisten. Now sprinkle the remaining sugar. This helps to give the ladyfingers their characteristic crispness.
Hold the parchment paper in place with your thumb and lift one side of the baking sheet and gently tap it on the work surface to remove excess sprinkled sugar.
Bake the ladyfingers for 10 minutes, then rotate the sheets and bake for another 5 minutes or so until the puff up, turn lightly golden brown and are still soft.
Allow them to cool slightly on the sheets for about 5 minutes and then remove the ladyfingers from the baking sheet with a metal spatula while still hot, and cool on a rack.
Store them in an airtight container till required. They should keep for 2 to 3 weeks.

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Pineapple Challenge!

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Welcome to my pantry! Many months ago, Lloyd got on a pineapple kick where he was constantly buying fresh pineapples and occasionally actually eating them, but more often than not, they would rot on our counter. So he came up with the brilliant plan of buying a great big can of pineapple from Sam’s Club . . . which was never opened. In fact, it made the long haul from Texas to Nebraska, and still remains untouched.

I’ve decided that needs to change. So I am entering a Pineapple Challenge. The Challenge is to use up all this pineapple before it goes bad, and I will, of course, blog about it! I will open the big can some time next week, I think, after Lloyd has left (he just arrived today, so if I am remiss in posting in the next 6 days, you’ll know why). And I would LOVE some suggestions. Know of any good recipes using pineapple? Simple ones? Ones you’d just like to see me try? Please let me know, and I’ll try as many as I can. And we’ll see if my family can handle over 6  1/2 pounds of pineapple! Oy.

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Water and Weight Loss

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Ok. I am going to try to make this fairly succinct, as I promised myself I would be in bed by midnight, and I’ve already missed that mark, and really, really wanted to not fall too terribly behind on writing. So, my whole determination to even achieve 10 minutes of exercise three days a week hasn’t really been happening. Sure, I’ve had a few weeks where I’ve done even better than that, but since moving back to Nebraska, any of my good exercising has been outweighed by my obsessive late-night snacking (usually involving chocolate). I’m also getting really close to weaning III off of nursing, so I’m definitely not burning 500 calories a day on that anymore. The result: difficultly buttoning my jeans lately.

Arg. I’m having a hard time finding motivation, but I read a few things today that encouraged me. I am going to try to take a few of these new tips and put them into practice to hopefully make my jeans fit comfortably again!

First of all, let me say that I am not a dieter. I mean, I’m working on eating healthy, but counting calories or cutting out foods is just not my cup of tea. It makes me angry, and I don’t think that’s a healthy way to live. I certainly don’t want to over-indulge in fattening foods (which is what I’ve been doing lately), but I also don’t want to feel guilty over every little thing I eat.

(In case you want to read the whole article, you can find it here.) My first goal is to eat more salad. For those of you who know me well, you know I do not do this joyfully. I don’t hate salad; I just don’t really like it either. But, I found numerous articles supporting the benefit of eating a salad (with a light dressing) before your meal. Basically, because it fills you up a little at the beginning of the meal, you eat less. Studies show that people who eat soups or salads before a meal eat about 10-12 percent less calories throughout the day. So I’m shooting for at least twice a week on this one.

My second goal is to sleep more. I may complain about my kids waking up earlier than they’re “supposed” to, but I also wait a good 3 hours or more after they’re asleep to turn in myself. That’s why I was shooting for midnight tonight (now I’m going for 1!). I know I need sleep, but knowing that getting more could also help these unwanted pounds to go away really makes me want to get off the computer and go to bed! Here’s what the article had to say: “Insufficient shut-eye appears to increase production of the stress hormone cortisol, which regulates appetite. High levels seem to worsen bingeing and hunger; moreover, too little sleep could keep your body from burning carbohydrates, which translates to more stored body fat.” Ack! I certainly understand the stress and bingeing!

My third goal is to drink more water. I just forget. When I was pregnant with III the doctor basically told me that I could end up killing my baby by not inducing because my placenta was going to stop working, but if I made sure to drink lots of water that should keep my amniotic fluid level up which would help things. Well, I think she was wrong on the main bit, but I did make sure to drink lots of water anyway. I had multiple alarms set on my phone throughout the day reminding me to drink. Now I’m going to try to take care of my body for my sake, not just a baby’s. Being hydrated is really important—everyone agrees on this. One article said sometimes you get cravings for food merely because your body wants water and it’s telling you to get it however you can. So tonight when I got the munchies I poured a nice tall glass of water, and guess what? I drank, and no longer felt the desire to snack! One small victory today that I’m hoping to continue.

So there you have my three new goals. Sleeping, drinking, and leafy greens. Seems pretty obvious, huh? I will continue to try to make time for exercise, too, and I think just being well-rested will help me feel motivated for that as well. One good thing leads to another, right? (Oh, and if anyone wants to call me at a quarter to midnight and shame me into going to bed, that’s all right with me!)

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The Snow Princess

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

Most days lately all I want to do is give my children away. I question why it is I ever desired to be a mother, and I fantasize about going to a job every day and being able to make money and feel like a member of society. But one day last week I was reminded why I do want to be a mother, and why it really wouldn’t be that awesome to have to go to work for the Man (despite the fact that I could fund my shopping addiction).

It snowed. A beautiful, glorious, slow-falling, chunky snow. It wasn’t windy, and it wasn’t so cold that you felt yourself freeze down to your bones. And along with the miracle of the day, III actually fell asleep for a nap, so Emma and I got all bundled up and headed out to make some tracks in the untampered snow of the back yard. We made some nice stompy footprints and then decided to make a snow man.

But as Emma was stomping around with her pink princess umbrella, she thought it would be much cooler if we could make a Princess Aurora out of snow, just like the Aurora on the handle of her umbrella. I laughed at first, thinking it was impossible, but then I remembered she’s just a kid. Nothing is impossible. Why not have a snow princess? I knew it wasn’t likely to be pretty or perfect, but it might be fun to try. And that’s what we did. Emma helped me roll the snow around the yard to make a nice big ball and then I attempted to shape it into a more skirt-like figure.

Then we made her upper body, a neck, and a head. When it came time for arms and hair, though, I was stumped. I tried to make some arms and ended up knocking her head off in the process, and I was completely clueless as to how to fashion long princess hair. So we stopped there. Emma created a crown, which we placed on top, and she was perfectly satisfied (and honestly, I think I had lost her attention by this point anyway). We stuck some purple Sweet Tarts on for eyes, a carrot for a nose (may not be very princess-like, but ever since we bought the carrots Emma

was begging to make a snow man in order to give it a carrot nose), and some strawberry Laffy Taffy for the mouth. We wrapped a scarf around her and she was ready to go!

Some days it’s hard to be a parent, and some days there are rewards that really are better than a fat paycheck. Instead of having to sit in an office somewhere, I got to play in the snow. I didn’t have to do it alone, and while I felt like a bit of a dork trying to build a snow princess, I was a pretty cool mom in Emma’s eyes. And then I got to teach her how to make snow angels! I can’t ever be a kid again; I can’t ever know what it is to not have concern for what I’m going to make for dinner, or where the money’s coming from that pays for dinner, but I can feel a glimpse of that first joy and the excitement of discovery through my kids. I don’t have to completely grow up.

And I’m going to have these kids with me for a while, but not forever. So I’m trying to slow it down and take the time to be silly and get cold and messy. And when Emma is in hysterics over something ridiculous, or III is awake at 4 in the morning, I’m really going to try to accept the bad with the good. Because one day they’ll both be too cool for me; they won’t want to make snow sculptures in the back yard with me, or give me big, slobbery kisses.

Now, if someone could just tell me how to accept the bad without losin’ it . . .

Aurora in progress. (Notice the umbrella in the left corner)

Emma and Aurora

My *angel*

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Back to the Beans

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve made any new bean attempts, and today I was in need of some distraction and purpose, so I thought I’d cook up some pinto beans and see what I could make. Of course, after becoming adjusted my gas stove, I’m still working out this electric stove, and so the beans took longer to cook than I anticipated. I was hoping to get them nice and mushy so I could have some refried beans to mix with some ground beef for burritos. Since I knew I had some time while they cooked, and I realized I only had 2 tortillas left and no desire to go shopping (remember, sick kids), I thought I’d make my own tortillas.

I looked for the simplest recipe I could find to make whole wheat tortillas, and decided to go for it. I was determined to let no crying child stop me, and in fact, did part of the tortilla-making with III standing, clinging on to my legs, crying. But I persevered. So, here’s what I used:

2 cups whole wheat flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
2 Tbsp olive oil
1/2 cup warm water

First, I mixed together my dry ingredients (of course Emma helped), and then added the olive oil and mixed it in as best I could. Then, I added in the water one tablespoon at a time, although I used the entire 1/2 cup and another 4 tablespoons after that, so I’d say you don’t have to measure out the first 1/2 cup in tablespoon increments. Anyway, I added water until all the flour became sticky and I had a little ball of dough.

Just sticky enough

Just sticky enough

Next, knead the dough 15-20 times on a floured surface, and then let it rest there for 15 minutes. After the 15 minutes, divide your dough into the number of tortillas you are going to make. I divided mine into 16 because I wanted to make small ones, but it would probably make about 10-12 of the larger tortillas. Once you’ve divided, roll each part into a ball.

My little balls of dough

Next, roll each ball out into your tortillas, making sure to keep the surface well-floured, or it will stick. As we’ve seen in the past, I’m terrible on thickness measurements, so just roll it until it seems almost too thin. Next, heat up an ungreased skillet to medium-high heat and cook each side of the tortilla about 30 seconds. It will get all puffy, and will burn if you cook it too long. Use your own eyesight and judgement when cooking.

Bubbles are good

A pile of whole wheat tortillas

So, tortillas are pretty easy. I didn’t cook all of mine up (due to screaming child and not needing 16 for dinner), so I refrigerated the second half, and I’m hoping the dough keeps. They really didn’t take terribly long to make and I’m wondering if I could actually just freeze the little balls of dough, in which case I could make a monster batch and then just pull out the frozen dough whenever I need more. I’m sure that would work. I’ll let you know when I try.

Now back to the beans. I think I needed more water and to have cooked them longer. They were edible, but I was hoping to sort of fry them with the meat as I was browning it, hoping they would turn into a paste, but they stayed kind of chunky. I still have plenty left, so I think I will cook them more and try for refried beans later this week. They at least were not noticeable to the discerning eyes of my three-year-old, who did “not want the little peas.” I don’t know why she thinks every bean is a pea, and as such, inedible, but she started crying at the thought of having to eat them, so I had to trick her somehow. Once they were sort of mushed in with the beef and cheese, and wrapped in a tortilla, she gobbled it all right up. And even asked for seconds. (Oh, and III ate a whole one by himself, too!)

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Crackers and Canada

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

It’s time to get back to normal and have another Daring Baker challenge! I am finishing this one at the last minute, so I’d definitely say things are normal again. I did this one over a couple of days, as it has a couple parts to it. The first part was to make gluten-free graham crackers, and the second part was to use those graham crackers in a traditional Canadian dessert, Nanaimo Bars. (Full recipe at end of post.)

The January 2010 Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Lauren of Celiac Teen. Lauren chose Gluten-Free Graham Wafers and Nanaimo Bars as the challenge for the month. The sources she based her recipe on are 101 Cookbooks and www.nanaimo.ca.

I have a friend here in York whose husband is gluten intolerant, so I was fortunate enough to be able to get some of my ingredients from her pantry, and after searching all the grocery stores and finally ending up at the health food store, I ended up with all of the ingredients except the custard powder (which was fine, as I just substituted vanilla pudding mix as the recipe suggested).

Once again, this was a dough-like substance, so I was yet again hesitant, and for good reason. I, of course, used a whisk to mix my ingredients, and then cut my butter in as best I could with a fork. I worked on this for quite some time, and really couldn’t see any chunks of butter, so I’m pretty sure I was doing it right thus far. I then whisked together my liquid ingredients, and added them to form my “soft and sticky” dough. It was indeed very soft—not tough to stir like cookie dough, but really easy, like air. I really felt like this was more akin to brownie batter, except even lighter. But I thought it must be right, as it was certainly soft and sticky. Very sticky.

My graham ingredients

My graham ingredients

My dry ingredients with butter cut in

My dry ingredients with butter cut in

The soft, sticky batter/dough

The soft, sticky batter/dough

Next was turning the dough onto a floured surface in order to shape it into a rectangle for the fridge. Here’s where I became slightly concerned. The term “turn” implies that it will all plop out of the bowl as a complete unit. I basically poured my “dough” onto my floured surface (once again, think brownie batter). And as for turning it into a rectangle, well . . . it was a globular rectangle. But I doused it with flour and tried my best at wrapping it in plastic wrap, figuring it would get more solid when it cooled.

My rectangle of gooey dough

My rectangle of gooey dough

Pretty much didn’t happen. Instead I just had cold cracker batter, even after sitting in the fridge overnight.  So I figured I just needed more flour, so I LOADED it up—my parchment paper was covered, and I drenched the top of the dough as well. On the bright side, it was really easy to roll out. I didn’t even really need my rolling pin. Somehow, though, it was still sticky. So when it seemed close to 1/8 inch, I called it good and cut pieces out, but didn’t remove them from the parchment, as they were stuck and not even mildly stiff anyway. I stuck them in the fridge to cool and went to have dinner at a friend’s.

Ready to cook, I guess

Ready to cook, I guess

When I got home I immediately turned on the oven and stuck my dough batter in the oven. They were supposed to take 25 minutes, but after 15 they smelled like they were burning. The center of the mass still didn’t seem done, even though the edges were looking browned, so I left them in a little longer. I still don’t know if I should have left them in longer or what, because the edges ended up getting black, while the center is more like a soft cookie. I’m guessing the problem may lie in the thickness of the dough. Should have rolled a little more.

The cooked product

The cooked product

Too thick?

Too thick?

Well, the soft bits are still quite delicious, and I have no complaints, except that I needed crunchy graham crumbs for the next part. So I broke apart what I could, and tried to avoid the really burned bits and managed to get my 1 and 1/4 cups of crumbs. I figured once they were mixed with the rest it really wouldn’t be a big deal. So on to part two!

I started on my bottom layer in my makeshift double boiler, and really had no problems. Things melted as predicted, mixed as predicted, and stuck in the bottom of my pan, just like it was all supposed to. Very encouraging. I stuck it in the fridge to cool while I put Emma to bed (it was almost midnight by this time—oops!).

Bottom layer (minus the egg)

Bottom layer (minus the egg)

Melting in the "double boiler"

Melting in the "double boiler"

Adding all the rest

Adding all the rest

Bottom layer success!

Bottom layer success!

Then I started on layer two. I think to really get it to cream together, the butter really needs to be at room temperature, which mine was not, so I took another little break part way through mixing and then went back and creamed my second layer and added it on top.

Creaming butter, sugar, etc

Creaming butter, sugar, etc

Layer two success!

Layer two success!

Last, I melted my chocolate and butter, but I went the easy method, and stuck it in a measuring cup in the microwave. I also used dark chocolate chips because I like them more than just semi-sweet. I waited until the chocolate seemed cool enough not to melt the custard layer, but it was rather sticky, so I think it may have been too cool. Also, were I to do this again, I would leave out the butter. I’ve made refrigerated bars before that require chocolate on top, and it works just fine to just melt the chocolate. I feel like the butter made it a little greasy when spreading instead of smooth and creamy. Still worked, though. (Or maybe I didn’t melt it enough?)

Top layer success!

Top layer success!

Sadly, I am finishing this in the middle of the night, so I do not have a picture of the finished, cut product. But I will update later in the day tomorrow when I get to it! Oh, and I suggest cutting the bars before the chocolate is all the way hardened, or it may crack (at least in past experience this has been true).

My final opinion on this challenge is this: if I ever do try to make graham crackers again (which I may one day—the unburned parts are very tasty!), I will roll them out thinner. I will also pay more attention at the beginning. Emma was helping me and it’s very possible that with all her constant chatter I mis-measured something. This recipe will not be at the top of my list to try again, though.

On the other hand, the Nanaimo Bars seem to be a definite keeper. They really weren’t too difficult to make, but I would  just use regular graham crackers next time. I know I haven’t tasted the whole product all together yet, but I sampled each layer, and on their own, they were each very good (I almost quit at the custard layer and just ate the whole bowl of it!), so I’m pretty confident that they will be enjoyable.

And now I’m off to bed, while visions of chocolate dance in my head. :)

***Updated*** Ok, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go to bed without tasting it. So I pulled them out of the fridge, cut, snapped a photo, and consumed. Oh, my. Oh, my. Maybe I’m just tired, and that’s making it seem better, but these are good. I have quite a sweet tooth, so I’m pretty sure I’m lovin’ them because they are so intense. But all the work, and the staying up way, way too late is totally worth it at this point in time (I’m sure I’ll have a different opinion when I’m awakened in a few hours by III crying). Anyone in town that wants to try one, you better hurry up, or I am sure to finish them all myself!

Looks aren't everything. So fantastic!!

Looks aren't everything. So fantastic!!

The Recipe:

Preparation time: • Graham Wafers: 30 to 45 minutes total active prep, 2 ½ hours to overnight and 45 minutes inactive prep. • Nanaimo Bars: 30 minutes.

Equipment required: • Food Processor • Bowls • Parchment paper or silpats • Cookie sheets • Double boiler or pot and heatproof bowl • 8 by 8 inch square pan • Hand mixer or stand mixer (You may use a wooden spoon, but this makes it much easier!) • Saucepan

For Gluten-Free Graham Wafers Ingredients

1 cup (138 g) (4.9 ounces) Sweet rice flour (also known as glutinous rice flour)
3/4 cup (100 g) (3.5 ounces) Tapioca Starch/Flour
1/2 cup (65 g) (2.3 ounces) Sorghum Flour
1 cup (200 g) (7.1 ounces) Dark Brown Sugar, Lightly packed
1 teaspoon (5 mL) Baking soda
3/4 teaspoon (4 mL ) Kosher Salt
7 tablespoons (100 g) (3 ½ ounces) Unsalted Butter (Cut into 1-inch cubes and frozen)
1/3 cup (80 mL) Honey, Mild-flavoured such as clover.
5 tablespoons (75 mL) Whole Milk
2 tablespoons (30 mL) Pure Vanilla Extract

Directions: 1. In the bowl of a food processor fitted with a steel blade, combine the flours, brown sugar, baking soda, and salt. Pulse on low to incorporate. Add the butter and pulse on and off, until the mixture is the consistency of a coarse meal. If making by hand, combine aforementioned dry ingredients with a whisk, then cut in butter until you have a coarse meal. No chunks of butter should be visible.

2. In a small bowl or liquid measuring cup, whisk together the honey, milk and vanilla. Add to the flour mixture until the dough barely comes together. It will be very soft and sticky.

3. Turn the dough onto a surface well-floured with sweet rice flour and pat the dough into a rectangle about 1 inch thick. Wrap in plastic and chill until firm, about 2 hours, or overnight.

4. Divide the dough in half and return one half to the refrigerator. Sift an even layer of sweet rice flour onto the work surface and roll the dough into a long rectangle, about 1/8 inch thick. The dough will be quite sticky, so flour as necessary. Cut into 4 by 4 inch squares. Gather the scraps together and set aside. Place wafers on one or two parchment-lined baking sheets. Chill until firm, about 30 to 45 minutes. Repeat with the second batch of dough.

5. Adjust the rack to the upper and lower positions and preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit (180 degrees Celsius).

6. Gather the scraps together into a ball, chill until firm, and reroll. Dust the surface with more sweet rice flour and roll out the dough to get a couple more wafers.

7. Prick the wafers with toothpick or fork, not all the way through, in two or more rows.

8. Bake for 25 minutes, until browned and slightly firm to the touch, rotating sheets halfway through to ensure even baking. Might take less, and the starting location of each sheet may determine its required time. The ones that started on the bottom browned faster.

9. When cooled completely, place enough wafers in food processor to make 1 ¼ cups (300 mL) of crumbs. Another way to do this is to place in a large ziplock bag, force all air out and smash with a rolling pin until wafers are crumbs.

Nanaimo Bars Ingredients:

For Nanaimo Bars —

Bottom Layer
1/2 cup (115 g) (4 ounces) Unsalted Butter
1/4 cup (50 g) (1.8 ounces) Granulated Sugar
5 tablespoons (75 mL) Unsweetened Cocoa
1 Large Egg, Beaten
1 1/4 cups (300 mL) (160 g) (5.6 ounces) Gluten Free Graham Wafer Crumbs (See previous recipe)
1/2 cup (55 g) (1.9 ounces) Almonds (Any type, Finely chopped)
1 cup (130 g) (4.5 ounces) Coconut (Shredded, sweetened or unsweetened)

Middle Layer
1/2 cup (115 g) (4 ounces) Unsalted Butter
2 tablespoons and 2 teaspoons (40 mL) Heavy Cream
2 tablespoons (30 mL) Vanilla Custard Powder (Such as Bird’s. Vanilla pudding mix may be substituted.)
2 cups (254 g) (8.9 ounces) Icing Sugar

Top Layer
4 ounces (115 g) Semi-sweet chocolate
2 tablespoons (28 g) (1 ounce) Unsalted Butter

Directions: 1. For bottom Layer: Melt unsalted butter, sugar and cocoa in top of a double boiler. Add egg and stir to cook and thicken. Remove from heat. Stir in crumbs, nuts and coconut. Press firmly into an ungreased 8 by 8 inch pan.

2. For Middle Layer: Cream butter, cream, custard powder, and icing sugar together well. Beat until light in colour. Spread over bottom layer.

3. For Top Layer: Melt chocolate and unsalted butter over low heat. Cool. Once cool, pour over middle layer and chill.

——————————- Additional Information:

These bars freeze very well, so don’t be afraid to pop some into the freezer.

The graham wafers may be kept in an airtight container for up to 2 weeks. Mine lasted about that long.

If making the graham crackers with wheat, replace the gluten-free flours (tapioca starch, sweet rice flour, and sorghum flour) with 2 ½ cups plus 2 tbsp of all-purpose wheat flour, or wheat pastry flour. Watch the wheat-based graham wafers very closely in the oven, as they bake faster than the gluten-free ones, sometimes only 12 minutes.

For the Nanaimo Bars, if making with wheat, replace the gluten-free graham wafer crumbs with equal parts wheat graham wafer crumbs!

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