MARTHA STEWART COOKIES BOOK
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Home-made cookies fresh from the oven are always a delicious treat, and this fabulous book brings together a wonderful range of mouthwatering confections. Simple, heartwarming and timeless dishes - casseroles and cobblers, roasts and pies, tarts, jams and jellies. Cookies hold a special place for most people, especially children. Many of us remember cookies our mothers made when we were young. Patio season is the perfect time to enjoy the nice weather by gathering friends and family for casual outdoor get-togethers.
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I feel compelled to share a few insights with the younger gay boys and girls. Rosemary is one of those herbs that can dominate the flavor of a dish if not used frugally. It is a delicious accompaniment to savory dishes, particularly lamb, pork, eggplant, and beef. My sister once prepared rosemary mashed potatoes. They were pretty dreadful. There was simply too much rosemary in the recipe ending in a side dish which can only be described as menthol-flavored mashed potatoes.
It was this bad experience which fueled my reluctance to approaching this particular cookie. The recipe was simple enough- butter, sugar, flour, eggs- the usual suspects with the added ingredient of freshly chopped rosemary.
Not a lot. Just enough to infuse the dough with a slight herbal freshness. The end result was a delicate, buttery, and sophisticated cookie that my co-workers enjoyed immensely.
I was quite surprised at how remarkably delicious this cookie turned out to be given my bad experiences with rosemary in the past. This has no relevance to the cookie or my story. I have been more than a little remiss in keeping up with this blog. My career, my household, my world, all have been spinning a bit out of control and I find myself longing to be somewhere else, doing something else, finding some fulfillment in my life that is currently and seriously absent.
Ah, well. I just returned from my annual visit with my family over the holidays. My husband, Dan, however, works in retail management and cannot be away from his job during the busiest time of the year. I step out of the skin I live in and into the skin of the person I used to be back at home. It feels awkward and strained.
Every question asked and answered feels a bit inauthentic to who I am and what I believe. Perhaps I live a bit more selfishly here away from my family. One place, however, has never changed and during this recent trip, I stopped by this old watering hole to have a drink and a look-see. It is a tiny dive filled with tap beer, video screens, a centered rectangular bar, a tiny stage, and a lot of cigarette smoke. The patrons are of all ages, ethnicities, educational and economic backgrounds.
I had a regular piano gig there in the mid-nineties, accompanying several local vocalists and drag personas who would work the tiny crowds into frenzies every Tuesday night. Richard and Guy were both generous and kind individuals who attracted a slew of regulars to their establishment… me included.
Over the many years I had witnessed strangenesses within the walls of this foul-smelling parlor of iniquity and I loved every one of them. The most unusual experience came in the early nineties when I had stopped by after a particularly rough Thursday at work. It was early evening and the sun was just setting across the river. I noticed a large tour bus parked outside in the gravel parking lot.
Martha Stewart's Cookies: The Very Best Treats to Bake and to Share
A dozen male and female patrons sat around the bar, all holding hands with their eyes towards the ceiling. Each had a drink in front of them and smiles on their faces. Many wore sunglasses and a few had sun visors. No one spoke. They quietly held each others hands and smiled serenely.
There they sat in silence as a recording of Patsy Cline lilted in the background. I ordered a beer and sat among them, peering up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what they found so fascinating. The bartender chuckled. Was this some sort of a joke? After several minutes, I noticed another man slightly older than myself at the end of the bar. He had been eyeing me with a bemused smile since I entered the room. They talking to each other!
I began to laugh with relief and sat down to enjoy the company of the quietest most talkative group of people I had ever been around. I shared this story with Guy during this latest visit. He remembered that evening as vividly as I do. This was not a mean-spirited or tasteless joke. Richard, over the past few years had, in fact, been declining into a permanent state of dementia. He did not recognize me but seemed happy to see me nonetheless.
This was installed in the late nineties after an early evening armed robbery which left several patrons injured by gunshots. The clientele was still eclectic and ornery, filled with many opinions but not many facts.
The place still smells of stale beer, urine, and cigarette smoke. When I was a child we always kept a box of graham crackers in the pantry of our home.
I never really understood why. As I recall, none of us in the family really liked them. As an adult, I appreciate graham crackers a bit more. They have a unique and unmistakable flavor. Honey, cinnamon, and wheat chaff are pretty tasty when combined. Baking them is no extraordinary feat. White and wheat flours are mixed with wheat germ, honey, butter, salt, and baking soda then flavored with cinnamon and brown sugar. It all comes together into a dense and extremely sticky dough.
The most difficult challenge in baking a batch of these crackers is the elbow grease involved in rolling them out thin enough. Instead, you must roll out the tacky dough between two sheets of lightly dusted parchment paper. Using a fluted pastry wheel, you then must slice them into uniform rectangles and prick each one with the tines of a fork to prevent them from warping in the oven.
How are they different than store-bought graham crackers? Well, the taste is superior. The buttery nuttiness with a tinge of cinnamon spice and smokey brown sugar make the homemade version of these a far more satisfying and flavorful experience.
I brought these to my office where they were quickly dispatched. Most remarked that they had a much more intense flavor than any graham cracker they had ever purchased from the store. In the meantime, here is some rather bleak writing. You may want to pour yourself a drink for this one. Depression is a difficult thing to write about. Too often it can appear to be a cry for help.
It can seem like some sort of cockeyed group therapy in a social media setting. It can be self-indulgent and self-piteous. I am going to make an attempt, though. I am not looking for feedback or advice. After all, they are mine, not yours. I know depression. I know how to deal with this part of myself. Perhaps it might help others with similar feelings and experiences to find their way out of the dark place.
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Perhaps not. I only know what I know. Here goes. I kill myself at least twice a day. Once when I wake up and have my coffee and once before I go to bed. I occasionally kill myself at points during the day as needed. Killing myself is a personal mantra- a prayer of sorts.
Of course, I am not literally killing myself. I am merely pronouncing my death. I am killing the person I could be, the person, who if given reign of myself, would destroy everything in his path. I am killing my saboteur. The part of myself that would like to see everything around me crumble. The part of myself that strips away joy and magnifies misery. He is an angry child. I split in two at a very early age. Systematic belts, and fists, and switches, and tears, and sweat, and blood stung, and burned, and bruised.
The daily application of these were intended to make me into a man. They did not. They merely tore me into two incomplete persons: Neither of these selves were very pleasant, nor did either please my father.
They were both incomplete, and therefore weak. Peers and other predatory adults could plainly see my weakness and exploited it for their own enjoyment. I was a sissy. I was a weakling. I could be intimidated. I could take what they gave me in silence. I would not fight back. I would not tell. I was a pariah.
This embarrassed my father and the beatings increased in frequency and intensity. I learned to smile with each strike.
This was the only way I knew to stop his fists, his anger. This was my childhood as far back as I can remember. Nothing came without punishment.
It was a blessing that my dad gave me the boot at sixteen. I lived with my grandmother for awhile and then my cousin, and then an evangelical art teacher. I learned to sharpen my wit to deal with those who would exploit me. I sharpened my talents so that I would be able to make enough money to get by.
All the while I ached for a different life. I longed to be happy. I spent most of my twenties working constantly. I was prolifically creative and moved about the country securing contract after contract.
I fell in love with the wrong type of people, but made friends with some of the right ones, too. I self-medicated a lot. Marijuana was my drug of choice and I spent every non-working moment in a pleasant and emotionless haze. I rarely saw my family and avoided my father altogether. He, too, avoided me. We despised each other. In my early thirties, I admitted myself into a mental health clinic in Indianapolis after a long and extended bout with suicidal thoughts that began to manifest in destructive behavior.
This was the third time in my life I found myself in a hospital wanting to die. Something needed to change. I needed to change. I was discharged into an intensive outpatient group therapy and the work of repairing myself began. It was during this time I became acutely aware that I was dealing with a duality within myself: This is not entirely uncommon among folks who have dealt with abusive childhoods or traumatic events.
You see, part of me was still the victim, the scared eight-year-old boy hiding in the filthy ditch because he knew his father was looking for him. That part of myself was angry and compulsive, filled with fear and mistrust and wanting desperately to run away. The other part of myself was the adult, the one who took care of the scared child, the one who was trying to make things better.
These two parts of myself were in constant conflict. The child part of myself was convinced that everything I had built was going to fall apart, that I was going to fail, that I deserved to fail, that I was unworthy, that I should just die, that I should be ashamed, that I was not ever going to be in control, that I was worthless.
The other part of myself, the adult, was trying to hold it all together. Trying to mend relationships and build a better future for myself, making decisions based on facts and logic, not emotions. My adult self was tired from the struggle. Worn down and ready to give up. Suicide was always an option. It was an option instilled at a very early age. My father threatened suicide often, almost weekly. He kept a shotgun in the closet in a pink leather case and would threaten to unload it into his head.
Yes, I think a pink gun case is unusual, too. Sometimes he would threaten to kill me and then kill himself. This morbid predilection with suicide was telling. My father was an unhappy person.
Truth be told, he still is. He was merely the instrument of his own sad childhood. The fists that struck me were from generations past. The first few years the mantra was constantly running through my head, a repetitious prayer. Each day, the compulsions weakened and I began to build myself all over again. I even began to like myself a bit.
Soon, I liked myself enough to let someone else into my life. The right kind of person. Now, the mantra is only used when needed: I still rarely see my family.
The mantra is stronger when I am around them. My child self screams just under the surface of calm. My father looks at me. He is older now. The years weigh heavily on him. There is shame in his eyes. I know what works for me. If killing my miserable self twice a day so I can live happily is what I have to do, then so be it.
There are only recipes. That means there are only six recipes till this cookie endeavor is completed. I am secretly happy about this but still a bit miffed. I always try to oblige when I can. One of the more popular cookies the girl scout cookie-pushers peddle is known as Thin Mints. I have a box of them in my cupboard. Martha, of course, included them in her book and since I have an adversity to minty cookies, I put off baking them for as long as possible. Mint-flavored-chocolate butter cookie dough is rolled out very thin, then cut into discs, and baked until crisp.
The filling is a simple mint-flavored vanilla concoction that is sandwiched between two wafers and then dipped in melted chocolate. Not terribly complicated, although quite time consuming. They are tasty, though. This homemade version allows the flavors of butter, salt, and sweetness to come to the forefront with a refreshing waft of chocolate-mint in the finish- a much more satisfying experience. Depressed, really. There are a lot of reasons for this depression. I first met him in the mids at Swine Palace, a rather innovative theater company in Baton Rouge, Louisiana where I worked for ten years of my life.
Mark was a staple performer in the New Orleans community, appearing regularly at the Tulane Shakespeare Festival. He was, in a word— outstanding. He was handsome in a very world-weary way with a full head of neatly cropped gray hair and blue eyes that always twinkled with a touch of mischief.
His voice was precise in its elocution with a controlled gruffness reflected by an intimate history shared with a thousands cigarettes and just as many bottles of scotch. Mark was a complicated individual with a tendency to drink in excess.
Drinks were consumed, dinner was enjoyed, and stories were shared. The grateful cast members thanked Mark profusely and began to trickle away from the festivities. When there were only the two of us left in the restaurant it was time for Mark to settle the bill. He looked at the tiny slip of paper and asked me to read the number to him since he had forgotten his glasses in the dressing room. He winced then grinned and placed his hand on my shoulder.There's lots of simple flavours like chocolate, sugar, and nut-based and then cookies with interesting flavours like Earl grey, sesame, pistachio, and lime.
Some of the directions involve things like refrigerating the dough for an hour and then letting sit at room temperature for 15 minutes. It has beautiful pictures and delicious recipes. Details if other: Chocolate pretzels.
Photo credit: Courtesy of Martha Stewart Living OmniMedia The distinctive diamond-shaped zaleti found throughout Venice, Sicilian buccellati cookies filled with a delicious combination of pecans, figs and raisins, and Italian wafer cookies known as pizzelle.