November 12, 2009

Coming Clean

Welcome back to the kitchen. Look what's waiting for you, I baked some bread. But here's the kicker - it's boxed. I hope you're not offended. Those who know me know I'm of the 'from scratch' bunch, but I'm coming clean. I. Made. Boxed. Bread. And I like it. No, make that 'love it.' And I have IKEA to thank.

 



Alright, let's back up  because at this point everything about the previous paragraph sounds crazy, I know. Almost as crazy as Donald Trump putting advertisements for his golf properties in his daughter Ivanka's wedding invitations. Or as crazy as putting cream in coffee when drinking it with food. (I prefer it black with food and creamed without food.) Some things just don't belong. 

But stay a while. Let me explain. Unlike real estate ads in wedding invites, there is a time and place for boxed bread. And we need to get a few things straight. I did not buy the bread pre-baked in a box. It did involve the oven. This milk carton-like box contained a dry mix of rye flour, barley, and other wholesome goodness that I mixed warm water with, slid into a loaf pan, let rise, and baked before losing patience and nibbling on the first steamy slice. 




You're probably still not convinced, especially since it looks like a cranky grandpa up there, sitting all craggly and coarse. Just know there are a few outsides forces that brought me to this bread. During our stay in Canada, my Danish photographer friend, Mette, first suggested the bread as a way to save time, evade preservatives common in bagged grocery store bread, sidestep stale or too-chewy bakery bread, and to invite the presence of the warm aroma only bread can give off. Sometimes the second best thing will suffice. 

Additionally, the mystery man, not being so pleased with American bread, is on the never-ending hunt for bread that tastes like home. This bread, and its grainy goodness, seemed like a good candidate. And I knew it was a success when his request to have a nibble of my leftover goat cheese, basil, and tomato sandwich turned into three giant bites. We've got a winner, folks.

Since this bread leaves me recipe-less, I want to share with you another recent culinary obsession. (If we can even can consider that bread a culinary art.) Cider roasted parsnips - it cures any 'oh-my-god-it's-dark-at-4:30' blues that Seattle tries to pour on us. This recipe was a solution for the nagging cider that remained in the fridge. 




One late fall evening found me at the grocery store gathering goods for a cake baking session, where I was going to be assisted by some hard cider to cool me down from the heat of the oven as I diligently creamed, sifted, and combined. The cider found its way into my cart and stood proudly alongside the eggs and butter. (I know that's where I'd want to be.) Since I'm not big on boozy drinks - the cider remained untouched for quite some time thereafter. That is, until the parsnips rolled in the door. It provided the perfect bath for these sweet roots to soak their fibers in the heat of the oven. I was almost jealous.

(And if you still think boxed bread makes me crazy, I'm not the only one.)


Cider Roasted Parsnips

Of course you can use other cooking liquids - white wine, chicken stock, beer, etc. But then you can't call them cider roasted parsnips. Nothing else quite has the same ring. And no water, please - no water. Save that for baths, not food.  

Ingredients
4 medium sized parsnips - washed and peeled (if desired)
3/4 cup hard cider - or enough to have 1/2 inch of liquid at the bottom of pan
1 Tbs olive oil -  this is a matter of preference, add more or use less at will
salt and pepper, to taste


Instructions
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Cube or slice parsnips to desired shape and size. (The smaller the resulting pieces, the shorter the cooking time will be.) Place parsnips in a baking dish deep enough to contain the liquid. Drizzle olive oil, sprinkle salt and pepper, and toss to coat. Place pan in the oven and let roast for 20 minutes. Then quickly spoon the parsnips around so the dry pieces can taste the cider and the drunken ones can dry off. Roast further until the pieces are at your desired texture. Again, these cooking times will depend on the size of your cut and, additionally, the strength of your oven.

 

7 comments:

Mary said...

So, you are REALLY "off" and running, aren't you? I love your stuff about "boxed" bread. Being gluten intolerant, it verifies all the items I've found to make up for the "fresh" breads I can't have. Keep on rolling!

Melinda Feucht said...

Great to see you here, Mary! If bread baking is any indicator of 'off and running', I guess so!

Hope all is well at Ella Bella, what a dreamy place! Lucky lady :)

Ty said...

NICE!

Any chance you have a good sweet potato recipe... for the holidays, of course.

Keep Rockin' the blog!

mckenzie elizabeth said...

HA! It looks like a cranky grandpa. I love it.

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Jessica Martiele said...

Suddenly I'm willing to serve parsnips for Christmas. THANK YOU!

Melinda Feucht said...

mckenzie - I should have clarified, a cranky grandpa with a rough shave!

And Jessica, you will come back to these guys again and again! Let me know how they turn out for you.