Grazing in the grass at Ravinia

July 14th, 2011 by Amanda No comments »

Hello, lovelies!  I know I’ve been away for a spell, but I’m sure you all can relate to a hectic summertime social calendar (or at least I hope you can).  This summer has been a whirlwind and we’re only halfway in–mostly because the show I’m currently in opens in just a matter of days.  I’ve been rehearsing five days a week for about six weeks, and spending whatever small amount of time I can relaxing and enjoying all that the Midwestern summer has to offer…which this summer has meant erratic weather and excessive road construction, but that’s all kind of par for the course.  As soon as that sun is shining the hubby and I are looking for an excuse to get outside and enjoy the fleeting moments we get of sunshine and 75-plus degrees, so we tend to gravitate towards the al fresco activities above all others.  One such delight that we’ve been totally loving this summer is Ravinia…and being the deal-conscious housewife I am, I’m discovering it offers quite a bit of bang for your seasonal buck.

Ravinia is a thoroughly gorgeous outdoor music venue in north suburban Highland Park that’s been drawing some of the world’s greatest musicians since 1904, when it was first built as an amusement park designed to draw people to the Chicago and Milwaukee Electric Railroad.  (FYI, the Martin Theatre, where indoor recitals and performances are held throughout the season, is the only remaining original structure.)  It’s the oldest outdoor music festival in North America, and draws 60,000 people a year to an otherwise quiet, wooded residential area.  But if you’re thinking that Ravinia is all about a stuffy classical music concert in the fancy park (and even worse that it will eat your wallet at the door), fear not–it’s pretty easy to do Ravinia for a song (pun very much intended).  Behold, my handy-dandy tips for a fantastic evening at this suburban oasis…

  • Take the Metra. If you’re coming from the city, this option should be pretty clear to you, but if you’re coming from another suburb, pick the stop closest to you and hop aboard the electric choo-choo.  The Metra’s Union Pacific North line lets passengers off at the festival’s front gate, so for about $7 roundtrip you can save yourself the colossal hassle of driving–parking at the festival can run as much as $20 a carload, if you can get a spot in the main lot at all.  Save your money for a bowl of Ravinia’s signature Cappuccino Crunch ice cream…which is so chocolatey-coffee-yummeriffic delicious I start thinking about it the day before a concert.  Really.
  • Pack a picnic…and make it a good one. There is food and beverage aplenty available at the festival, whether you like grab-and-go or fine dining–but the far-and-away most popular option is to picnic on the massive Ravinia lawn under the trees and, as the evening progresses, the stars.  You will see all sorts of picnics (I always see a bucket of chicken, and for the first time a few weekends ago I saw a bunch of guys chugging destroyer cans of Busch Light…interesting), and all sorts of setups–real hardcore Ravinia types can be easily identified by their collapsible picnic tables with coordinating linens, citronella candles in candelabras, and floral arrangements (and some of them are pretty fierce).  I am partial to my Crate and Barrel table-in-a-bag (so popular for this that the associates at my local store ask what show you’re going to) and an array of yummy graze-able finger foods–fancy cheeses and salumis, fresh fruit, dips and spreads that will hold up in the heat and the picnic basket.  Oh, and wine.  Plenty of it.  This kind of place begs for a super-yummy glass of wine.  But I tend not to bring dessert…damn that ice cream.  This brings me to my next point…
  • Go for the lawn seat. You can buy pavilion tickets if you’re anxious to see a particular performer up close, but to me there is NOTHING like watching the show on the lawn–period.  Not only is it cheaper, but once you’ve gone to all that work setting up that fab picnic, do you really wanna tear it all down, take it back to the car or stow it in the small storage area before the show?  Probably not–especially if you’re enjoying that wine, as I am known to do.  On Ravinia’s calendar you’ll find of tons of shows with $10 lawn seats–an absolute steal–and shows that feature a big screen in the lawn that shows the performers live…or, in the case of an upcoming Chicago Symphony Orchestra concert, the movie whose score they’ll be playing live (“The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring”).  Bonus for parents: for all classical concerts, kids and teens under 15 are free on the lawn.  And finally…
  • Try something new (or not-so-new). Ravinia does a great job of getting a variety of acts each year, from Maroon 5 and Jennifer Hudson to the Go-Go’s and Peter Frampton.  My personal fave and a superior deal?  The Classical Grass lawn pass for the CSO’s summer residency.  It’s basically a 10-punch pass that can be shared with as many people as you like and can be used on any CSO show excluding their gala.  This year’s CSO calendar includes the “Lord of the Rings” screening, a full opera (Puccini’s Tosca), Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture” with live cannons, and an original orchestral composition by Rufus Wainwright.  The pass is $80 for the season–making each admission only $8 and cheaper than the price of a movie ticket at the theatre down the street for me.

So get on out there and enjoy a lovely evening…I can’t say enough good things about it, and the many gorgeous evenings spent there.  Just bring plenty of wine, check the weather forecast (rain can really suck), and don’t skip the ice cream.  You’ll thank me later.

The tale of the Tent: Shoppin’, not droppin’, at the Wilton Tent Sale

June 21st, 2011 by Amanda 3 comments »

Behold, readers of this here blog-ness–the fruits of a most succesful trip to the annual Wilton Tent Sale.  Why, yes–that is an “Ultimate Cake Caddy” that will hold cupcakes AND mini cupcakes AND a 9×13 cake.  Those are my long-awaited brand-spanking-new cake pans–in 8-inch, 9-inch and square sizes.  That is a vast collection of cookie cutters and cupcake liners and sprinkles for all occasions.  And yes…that is a pan in which you make homemade cake doughnuts.  I can’t overstate how great that is.  It’s even greater when it’s half-price.  And everything you see was at least that cheap, if not cheaper.  SCORE.

If you have never heard of the yearly festival of baking supplies of which I speak, the Wilton Tent Sale is an annual event at Wilton’s headquarters in west suburban Woodridge–about a half-hour trip from my home in Hoffman Estates.  The fine folks at Wilton set up a ginormous tent in their parking lot and fill it to bursting with their various products and those of their various subsidiaries–so if a Mario Batali roasting pan or fancy paper for your scrapbooking project are more up your alley, that can be found there as well.  The best part of this is that all the stuff they’ve crammed into the tent–and believe me, not an inch of space is left un-crammed–is marked down to ridiculously low prices, on average 50 to 75% off.  I  heard about the tent sale for the first time in my last Wilton class, where both a classmate and my instructor told me it was not to be missed.  When you’ve sat through three successive Wilton classes and seen just how many fabulous gadgets there are to add to your bag of decorating tricks, you obviously want to pick up all the obscure little goodies they show off at the best possible price, and this sounded like a pretty good time to do it.

I heard differing reports on when to attend the sale–my instructor insisted the staff restocks daily to make sure everyone has a fair shake, but my classmate who’s attended the sale for a couple years now said the earlier in the 19-day sale you can attend the better–things are less “picked over.”  No problem, I said–I’ll go the first weekend.  My mom happened to be coming up to go to a concert with me that Friday, so we planned on getting up bright and early Saturday morning and shopping to our hearts’ content.  As we pulled into the parking lot, the vans full of moms from Wisconsin and tour buses from Iowa were our first inkling that this might be a little harrowing.  The sale opened that day at 8:00 AM.  This was the line as of 7:30 AM.  As you can see–50% off cake pans are not available to the faint of heart.

The line behind us only got longer as we stood there, but once the doors opened the gathered horde surged forward rather calmly into the downright massive tent.  I hear it’s been an issue in years past and perhaps later in the day it was, but I found there to be plentiful carts and baskets to haul your stuff around as you make your way down aisle after aisle.  I have to tell you, the deals are well worth it particularly if you’re a serious baker–you can score some top-of-the-line stuff for a fraction of what you’d pay in a supply store, and most of the edible things there are not about to perish anytime soon, so it’s great to stock up on what you use often.  Know, however, that for some folks, rational thinking is left at the door and replaced with a blind desire to grab EVERY SINGLE CUPCAKE LINER in the place, with little regard for ramming you with a cart or trampling your foot.  People come from all over the country to partake in this little discount bonanza, and those long car trips or bus journeys do not always bring out the best in your fellow man.  It’s best to approach with a healthy dose of patience, bring a buddy who can help you grab, get there early for a cart, and make decisions fast as you move from aisle to aisle–no one in the giant line behind you likes you when you stop to make a long pondering decision on that muffin tin.  Bear in mind as well that this little gathering takes place in the heat of the Illinois summer–and while it starts in early June, this year’s version of early June included several days in the 90-degree region.  It’s a tent, people.  It gets HOT.  And once you’ve ran the gauntlet of the tent, you move to the massive queue of people waiting to pay, which for the sake of traffic flow stretches outside–so again, dress accordingly and be prepared to be a little glow-y (or sweaty, if that’s how you roll).

But burning heat and cranky folks aside, my mama and I did some serious damage at the sale and grabbed some of those coveted little extras I’d had my eye on for an absolute steal of a deal.  Plus the “essentials” like icing colors and cupcake liners were no more than a dollar each, so I was able to stock up for some upcoming projects.  Today is the last day of the sale, so if you’re in the neighborhood swing on out before 8 PM when they roll up the tent till next year–or you can sign up for email updates for next year’s sale.  Just keep calm when you go, especially if you’re a brave soul like Mom and I.  After all–it’s just dessert.

Milkshakes and “Meat Candy”: A visit to Smashburger

June 15th, 2011 by Amanda 2 comments »

There’s little that can compare to the super-deliciousness of a really good burger.  At least that’s the case for me, as a Midwestern farmer’s daughter who was brought up on more than her fair share of red meat, most of it being locally raised by fellow farmers.  True, my tastes have developed over time and now the burger on my plate could be turkey or salmon or even veggie–gotta mind that figure after all…or at least make the effort to–but down deep, I’ll always have an affection for a good ol’ juicy piece of beef.  So when the fine folks at Smashburger contacted me to see if I was interested in joining them for a tweetup/brunch to celebrate their new store in Schaumburg and their first five locations in Illinois, clearly my answer was yes.

Smashburger has been around since 2007 when it first originated in Colorado, and is now in the midst of a pretty big national expansion, with 100 locations nationwide and more stores opening all the time.  The restaurant gets its name from its signature “smash” technique, where a ball of fresh 100% Angus beef is smashed on the grill with a specially designed press to seal in the juices–and to cook up all the little juicy caramelized bits that the folks in the kitchen lovingly refer to as “meat candy.”  Then the burger is flipped and pressed again, topped with all sorts of fresh toppings and served up on one of several bun options.  I got to watch the whole process firsthand in the kitchen and was quite impressed with not just the speed of the operation, but how spotlessly clean everything was, from the prep areas to the fryers to the grill–any of that leftover meat candy gets swept away in preparation for the next burger.

So the burger itself is one thing, but the burger accoutrements are another, and here’s what really impressed me about Smashburger.  When Smashburger sets out in a new market they seek to use not just the freshest produce and meat, but also distinct local products unique to that area.  For example, the barbecue sauce on the BBQ, Bacon and Cheese burger is Sweet Baby Ray’s in the Chicago market, while a Smashburger store in the South may feature a completely different sauce on the same burger.  The hot dogs are of course Chicago’s fave Vienna Beef (the polish sausage however is Johnsonville, which would technically be Wisconsin, but we’ll let it slide), while other markets get their own local favorite.  The big star though is the regional signature burger, which in the Chicago market stores is called the Windy City–featuring a chunk of cheddar cheese spread, fried onion straws (called “haystack onions” here), lettuce, tomato and Gulden’s brown mustard on a pretzel roll.  Chicago stores are the only ones in the chain with pretzel rolls–and that, my friends, is another reason why we rule.

I did not partake of the Windy City on my visit, though a fellow guest did and enjoyed.  I instead went for the spicy-food-loving gusto and opted for the Spicy Baja Smashburger–pepper jack cheese, fresh jalapenos, lettuce, tomato, red onion, guacamole and chipotle mayo on a chipotle-studded bun.  (Yes, it was 10 AM when I made this choice.  I’m a rebel.)  I opted for the 1/3-pound size, though 1/4-pound and 1/2-pound options do exist.  The smashing technique makes for a thinner burger in the 1/3-pound size, but you can definitely taste the freshness of the meat.  I was really surprised at the balance in the toppings–just the right amount of kick, not over-the-top flamethrower spiciness.  If none of the burger options meet your needs, you can build your own with as many toppings as you want…and believe me, you have options aplenty.

As for side dishes, I tried both the signature Smashfries and their sweet potato alternative.  Both options are tossed with olive oil, garlic and rosemary for a yummy savory treat–and though I’m told the traditional fries are the big seller, personally I think the sweet potato Smashfries are delicious in this combo, with the perfect balance of sweet and savory.  I also tried out the fried pickles (salty but tasty), the haystack onions (like onion rings but smaller–yummy) and the veggie frites.  The veggie frites, a combo of flash-fried asparagus, carrots and green beans, were the biggest pleasant surprise to me–the veggies still have a nice snap to them and taste super-fresh.  They’re a great alternative if you’re not a fry person…but I still dig those sweet potato fries, darn it.

For the non-burger-inclined, I also got to try out some of the alternative menu options, despite a rapidly filling tummy.  The Smashchicken is smashed thin just like the burgers, but still stays remarkably juicy and flavorful–I tried the Avocado Club, and it was good enough to dissuade me from red meat.  Salads are GIGANTIC–I tried the Harvest Chicken salad with marinated balsamic tomatoes, raisins, cranberries, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, blue cheese and balsamic vinaigrette, and it was fresh, light, and absolutely big enough to share with a couple of my closest friends.  And I was dreaming the next day of the ridiculously scrumptious Nutter Butter shake, made with Haagen-Dazs ice cream…dangerously delicious to say the least.

Last but not least, my tablemate and I, being Chicagoland-born-and-bred, felt the need to see what an out-of-town restaurant interprets as a “Chicago dog”…and I’m happy to report, they’re not far off the mark.  The poppy seed bun is a little on the yellow side (probably egg-related) and there are slices of pickles instead of the spear (huh?) but the flavor profile is there in the Vienna Beef dog and the neon green relish…and there’s no ketchup in sight, thank goodness.  I suspect this won’t be the draw that the burgers are, but it’s there if you wanna give it a whirl.

Overall I enjoyed my experience at Smashburger and left with a smile on my face and not a centimeter of room in my stomach.  It’s wonderful to see a quick-serve burger joint so committed to local touches–something that really sets them apart in a crowded landscape.  Go for the super-fresh burgers built to your exacting specifications…stay for those fries and that shake.  Thank me later.

Screw you, rainy day. I’m baking cupcakes.

May 31st, 2011 by Amanda 1 comment »

Hello out there and happy day-after-Memorial-Day to all of you out there in reader-land!  I’m back after a brief but busy hiatus, and so much has been going on.  I’ll share deets later, but suffice to say it’s been a whirlwind…once again, I had no idea that not having a full-time job would take up so much time.  On top of my own personal adventures on the road to ultimate fabulosity, my dear hubby has been busting his behind at work and putting in such long hours that the most time we see each other is in the morning over a quick coffee and a walk of the dog.  With our home project list piling up and exhaustion setting in, I could see all over his face that a weekend out of the office was in order, and our friend the calendar gave us a gift in the form of that first blast of summer long weekends.

But alas, we are Midwesterners, and what did Mother Nature give us for this much-anticipated break from workday monotony and day-to-day drudgery?  That’s right–RAIN.  Buckets of it.  Thunder, lightning, wildly fluctuating temperatures, tornado warnings…yup, the early part of the weekend was not exactly ideal for the zoo trip we planned to visit the baby okapi (yup, we’re zoo nerds), or even to get down the street to the movie theatre.  That Mother Nature can be a real badass sometimes.

On Saturday we managed to eke out enough time to dig into a long-delayed patio project, but Sunday was a total lost cause as the front yard rapidly flooded and the dog buried her head in the couch.  I was downright indignant at this turn of events, and spent a good chunk of the morning yelling at the window, much like a football fan yells at the TV, as though someone in there can hear me.  If the neighbors were watching, I’m sure they were entertained by my yelling “BOOOOOOO!!!” at nothing in particular.

In my frustration I decided, as I’ve done several times before when faced with such dilemmas, to bake.  A lot of people take time off from baking in the summer, but I say hot house be damned and bump the AC up a degree or two–because here in Chicagoland, you’re bound to have a rainy day dotting the forecast of heat and humidity.  I am an in-season produce junkie, so as soon as those farmers’ markets and pick-your-own farms fire up, I’m a pretty happy girl–but most haven’t quite gotten into full swing yet.  Nevertheless, there’s some nice-looking stuff in the grocery stores right now, so with the weather forecast in mind, I’d stocked up on some stuff to try out a recipe I’d been eyeing for a while.

If you’re an anti-summer-baking person, I encourage you to open a window if the AC nudge isn’t in the cards for you–I assure you it will be worth it.  Cupcakes are not only the it girl of the baking world, but also quick and pretty easy to make, even when you’re using a scratch recipe–as with any baking project, make sure you measure accurately and watch closely and you’re pretty much good to go.  These cupcakes are not only quite festive for all those summer holidays and barbecues, but are the very best of the season in a little paper cup–sweet, juicy berries, fluffy homemade whipped cream, and cake-y goodness galore.  They don’t need any fancy pastry technique–they’re fantabulous all by themselves.  And it might be all in my head, but the next day it was 90 degrees here…so perhaps a little dessert distraction is all you need to give Mother Nature time to do her thing, then get outta town.  May the fabulous summer dessert-making commence!

Red, White and Blueberry Cupcakes

adapted from “Cupcakes!” by Elinor Klivans

For the cupcakes:

1/3 cup fresh blueberries

1 1/4 cup all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 stick unsalted butter, softened

1 cup sugar

4 large egg whites, at room temperature

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon almond extract

1/4 cup whole milk

1/4 cup fresh raspberries

For the topping:

2 cups heavy whipping cream

3 tablespoons powdered sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 cup fresh raspberries

1/3 cup fresh blueberries

 

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, and line 12 muffin tin cups with paper cupcake liners of your choice.

Put the blueberries for the cupcakes in a small bowl and stir them gently with 1 tablespoon of flour.  Set aside.  Sift the remaining 1 cup plus 3 tablespoons of flour, baking powder and salt in a medium bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat the butter and sugar on medium speed until smoothly blended and lightened in color, about 2 minutes.  Beat in the egg whites in two additions until smoothly blended.  Add the vanilla and almond extracts and beat for another 2 minutes–the batter should look smooth but foamy.  Switch to low speed and add half the flour mixture; mix until it is just incorporated, then mix in the milk.  Add the remaining flour and mix until the batter looks smooth.  Use a rubber spatula to gently fold in the blueberries and raspberries.

Fill each paper liner with 1/4 cup of batter, to about 1/2 inch below the top of the liner.  Bake just until the tops feel firm and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean–about 25 minutes.  Cool the cupcakes for 10 minutes in the pan on a wire rack, then remove from the pan and place on the rack to cool completely.

When the cupcakes are cool, make the topping.  In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat the cream, powdered sugar and vanilla on medium-high speed until firm peaks form.

Spread a generous 3 tablespoons of whipped cream evenly on top of each cupcakes, then top with the reserved berries.  Refrigerate and serve cold.

Memoranda from Amanda: I added a couple more berries in the batter than the recipe called for because it looked like it could use a couple more–so don’t go crazy but feel free to sprinkle in a little extra fruit.  I also didn’t precisely measure the cream pr the berries for the tops of the cupcakes, so feel free to use as few or as much as you wanna.  I guarantee they’ll be delish no matter what.  Happy baking!

Finals, Fondant and Fabulosity: Adventures in Cake Decorating, Part 7

May 11th, 2011 by Amanda 2 comments »

Since last I reported on my adventures in becoming a cake diva, I’ve finished Wilton Method class #2, Flowers and Cake Design–and the cake to the left is my final project.  The flowers on top are made in royal icing, which I told you lovely readers all about in my Part 5 post–they’re the product of a couple weeks of cake decorating “homework” making oodles of edible blooms that will keep indefinitely, ready to toss on whatever baked good emerges from my busy kitchen.  For the final class I showed up with a box full–and I do mean full–of flowers to choose from, and I decided to live dangerously and work in chocolate buttercream instead of the plain old vanilla buttercream I’ve used for previous cakes.  This was a recommendation from my instructor, since we would be working on the basketweave pattern and it looks pretty snazzy in chocolate.

I agree, the chocolate looks snazzy and heaven knows it tastes fabulous…but lemme tell ya, it can be a real you-know-what to work with.  My icing came out a bit stiffer than usual with the chocolate added, and as you can probably tell even if you have no experience in it, that basketweave takes a Very.  Long.  Time.  No way around it–it’s a pattern that takes patience and precision, and most likely at least one break.  I’m sure if I did it all the time I’d get used to it, but my hand was sore the next day from squeezing the bag…plus midway through the pattern, I accidentally poked through said bag with my pinky finger.  This would only happen to a person of my profound klutziness, and meant I had to refill a new bag and start the process again–which did give me the aforementioned break, but not the one I would have liked.  Regardless, I really like the pattern, especially for cakes you plan on flower-ing within an inch of their little cake lives, and it looks super-impressive.  I was short on time in class due to my pastry bag malfunction, so if I had the chance I’d have bordered the bottom too, but no worries–I was satisfied with the end result.  I also looooove the way the colors look on the dark chocolate–totally would use that combo again.

FYI, if you’re thinking of trying the basketweave yourself, two tips: firstly, don’t set out on this adventure without checking out instructions.  You’ll need to mark the cake to keep your pattern even, and there’s a definite method to following the pattern that you can’t shortcut…so do yourself a favor and if you’re not about to take the class, read the instructions first.  Secondly, our class lesson plan recommended using a star-shaped tip for the pattern, but I personally dig Wilton tip no. 47, a tip that’s designed for this pattern specifically.  You can use either the flat or serrated side for your pattern, and it doesn’t leave so much icing on the cake that your guests go into sugar overload.

So now I’m onto class #3, Gum Paste and Fondant.  If you’ve watched even one of those of-the-moment cake shows on TV, you know that fondant has been having a moment for several years now, despite the fact that a lot of people don’t think it tastes good and it almost always drives up the price of your cake.  But I think the appeal comes from the darn near flawless look of those cakes, and the huge array of things you can do with it, especially when you toughen the decorations up with a little gum paste.  Again we’re using a pre-made boxed fondant for the class projects, though you can certainly make your own (I’m planning to try this recipe for marshmallow fondant at some point).  However, it really helps if you know what the boxed stuff feels like before you try it on your own–once you know the consistency you’ll be able to tell if your own batch is working out the way you want it to.  We won’t be covering a cake until our last class, but we started out with this fabulous fondant-and-gum-paste bow.  Putting things like this together is comparable for me to working with edible Play-Doh–lots of molding and bending to what you want, rather than the delicate balance of piping icing with a bag.  It does take–you guessed it–the patience of letting things dry and do what they need to without rushing the process, but honestly I’ve come a long way in ridding myself of antsy-ness in these matters.

So for the next two weeks it’s back to flowers–but these will be gum paste sugar flowers.  Thin, delicate, and realistic-looking is the goal with these bad boys–I’ll be back soon with plenty of pics!

So Many Flowers, So Little Time: Adventures in Cake Decorating, Part 6

April 27th, 2011 by Amanda 1 comment »

I haven’t regaled you all with the tales of my second Wilton Method cake decorating class in a little while, so here’s an update for you: Flowers.  Flowers.  More flowers.

Three of my favorites--daffodils, violets, and the "Wilton rose."

Our last two classes have consisted of learning a whopping seven different flowers, all in royal icing, and practicing them till our little fingers fall off.  (Well, not literally.)  The royal icing, which is stiffer than buttercream, dries to a hard consistency that allows you to not only get great detail in your flowers, but also to keep them indefinitely.  That’s right, indefinitely–so you can make a whole ton of flowers and save them, preferably in a container where they can breathe a little bit, until you’re ready to place them on the artfully crafted confection of your choice.  In class we learn the flower, then make as many as we can in the time allotted–so you get pretty familiar with the method and have the instructor by your side in case you totally choke.  Plus you get all the valuable chit-chat time with your classmates, who in the event you do totally choke, will help you feel a whole lot better.

Some of my homework--rosettes and apple blossoms.

We even have homework in this class–the lesson plan calls for you to make a whole bunch of icing for class that you almost always don’t use up in the practice time, so rather than letting all that sugary loveliness go to waste, our instructor recommends taking the leftovers and making as many flowers as you can out of it.  After all, they’re not about to go bad, and who doesn’t want that swell little cache of flowers around for whenever you whip up a dessert?  It’s certainly handy, and it makes you look like you spent way more time on those brownies from a box when you plop a little violet on top.  The more challenging thing for me is trying to find time to make the little buggers–my schedule has been so jam-packed with holidays and birthdays, not to mention all the other pesky necessities like laundry and groceries, that it’s been a little tough to find time.  I find I do my best work however as I watch the terribly trashy evening television that I so adore.  I turn on whatever Real Housewives franchise I’m loving at the moment (though I’m sure few of them would take the time to dirty their manicures with such pursuits), and giggle as I craft.  Can’t drink and make flowers though…that just gets messy.

Lilies--you store them in an egg carton to keep the shape. How very resourceful.

So safely parked in front of the tube, I have been practicing to my little heart’s content and developing quite the collection of edible art over the last couple weeks.  Everything needed to make the flowers–besides the icing and the time–comes in the kit you purchase at the beginning of class, except for the little wax-paper squares that you make the flowers on (with the exception of the lilies at left–those are made on special foil squares used in candy making, and they come in the kit).  If you buy the ones from Wilton, which are a great size and texture, they come in packs of 50 for $1.99–but let me tell you, with so many flowers to make and so much icing with which to craft them, those suckers go FAST.  Eventually I started cutting my own squares of wax paper (it’s just wax paper after all) after running out of squares and shouting in frustration one too many times.

Apple blossoms and primroses.

So tonight, many of these lovely flowers will find a home on a cake–the final cake project for class #2.  We’ll be learning the fine art of the basketweave, which I’ll be putting to good use on the outside of my cake, and then festooning the top with many of these fab little florals.  The cake is cooling away on the counter as we speak…and much to my husband’s delight, it’s a chocolate one this time.  Perhaps most ironically, it didn’t matter to me all that much which kind of cake I’ve made–in fact, I truthfully haven’t eaten very much cake since this whole project began.  After spending so much time with it, sometimes I’m not even hungry anymore when the cake is finished.  Who knew making desserts was such a great way to diet?  But don’t worry–there’s plenty of folks around to make sure the leftovers don’t go unloved.

It’s a holiday, and I’m still smiling: Lessons learned and tips from the front lines

April 26th, 2011 by Amanda No comments »

On Sunday my husband and I hosted our third big family holiday, and I’m happy to say that once it was all over with, we actually enjoyed it.  (Stop laughing.  We really did.)  We started last year after many long years of attending them at various family members’ homes, all of which are pretty far from where we live–and since both sets of our parents live near one another, we often ended up doing the two-gigantic-holiday-meals-in-one-not-nearly-long-enough-day thing.  So last year at Easter time we decided to give our digestive systems a collective break and start our own holiday traditions in our own home.  It was no easy task the first time around prepping a home and a menu for a dinner for nine people, especially when it’s one that carries the emotional weight of a holiday–but I tend to be an entertaining junkie, and I feared not the trappings of a big fabulous meal.  Easter ended up being such a hit that we took on Thanksgiving, and now I actually really enjoy putting these shindigs on for family and friends.  Granted, the amount of work that goes into it is ginormous to say the least…but after a couple hiccups along the way, I have some basic rules of thumb that help make the sometimes insurmountable task of holiday prep (or any big party prep for that matter) a bit less terrifying–so I thought I’d share a couple.

Rule #1: Do not underestimate the power of a schedule.

Any way you slice it, no matter what size of party you’re having, you will have to do some amount of prep work to get ready for it–and if you’ve got a job, school, kids or any other distraction, you have to figure that in when you’re planning.  It’s also not advisable to leave everything until a couple days before the event, unless you plan on washing dishes and mopping floors in lieu of sleeping and showering.  Therefore, I try to come up with a plan for getting everything done in a time frame that works based on all the other biz I have going on–which can range from a few days to a couple of weeks.  When I was still working it inevitably erred on the longer side, and this one took a while too, mostly due to classes, social commitments, and a birthday that fell just a couple days before the big day.  Add to this the fact that I admittedly don’t enjoy cleaning too much–it overwhelms me in every possible way, and I usually end up giving myself a panic attack over reorganizing the closet when I should just be dusting.  But it helps to narrow down everything that needs to be done, from grocery shopping to floor mopping, from dusting and vacuuming to flower arranging and table setting, and write yourself a schedule.  This is how I manage to have time for things like polishing the silverware and artistic napkin folding…which heaven knows I would not take the time for on a regular day.  You should also give yourself time for a “dry run” for any recipes you haven’t tried before–it really alleviates the stress if you get any “I’ve never made this”-induced catastrophes out of the way before you have a roomful of people staring at you.  If you know you have someone to help you out, include that in your scheduling too–which brings me to my next point…

Rule #2:  Every great chef has a sous chef to back them up.

See those cupcakes?  The flowers on top are gum paste and fondant–and they took almost a week to make.  There are two flavors of cupcakes that both had to be baked the day before–and since I’d never made the carrot cake recipe I used for half of them before, I had to whip up a do-over batch after the first were less than satisfactory.  But what sure made that whole process easier was having a second set of hands to wash dishes, measure ingredients and clean counters in my chaotic and messy wake–namely my fabulous-as-always husband.  I know not everyone wants their significant other backing them up in the kitchen, but in our house it works–hubby happens to be a pretty good cook in his own right, and on Sunday he made a herb-crusted grilled turkey breast that was so delish we barely had leftovers to pick at.  But if you aren’t so fortunate, I recommend some form of back-up–even if you don’t think you need the help, you do.  It may not even be help in the kitchen you’re after; maybe you just need someone to clean the bathroom, or pick up Uncle So-and-So from the train, or run to the store for another dozen eggs.  Pick the person that can ask for direction when they need to but also take the reins on their own–whether that’s a parent, a child, a sibling or a friend you trust–and make sure it’s the person who won’t get on your nerves.  You’ll be in a rush and overloaded as it is…don’t complicate the day further by punching a family member in frustration because they asked how much milk to put in the mashed potatoes.  I promise you WILL argue, because heaven knows we do–just pick the person who will still like you when it’s over.  And on the topic of taking help where you can get it…

Rule #3:  Take help where you can get it.  You really don’t have to do everything.

I may be in pursuit of domestic diva-ness myself, but I am not so naive as to believe we are all endowed with the desire to do so.  This is why I think there is no shame in taking advantage of the many options available to assist you in holiday entertaining.  If you are not a cook, no problem–literally every grocery store sells some form of catering package for your meal…and if you hate cooking already, why would you put yourself through the grief and trauma of trying to perform miracles on an already-loaded day?  If you are a cook  but know you can’t do everything, no problem there either–when my guests ask me if they can bring something and it’s a big holiday meal, I almost always say yes.  Smaller parties don’t shake me up and I do lots of that prep myself, but there are just plain old logistical issues that often go along with getting that many elaborate side dishes together.  So when folks ask, I find out what they really love making (or purchasing) and have them bring it along.  I’ll also take help from the retail universe for fun stuff–like the simply adorable chocolate covered Peeps in the picture.  These came from Anna Shea Chocolates and Lounge, a local place that is not only a lovely place to hang out but also makes scrumptious artisan confections for all occasions.  The Peeps were part of their Easter offering this year, and with two of my guests being newly engaged, I could not resist the cuteness…and they came with the cute little bow-tied packaging for only 2 bucks.  I set one at every place setting, including my own–because I’m not one to say no to something that yummy.

See?  Nothing to be afraid of.  And if all else fails, remember what we’ve learned from the movies…there’s always a restaurant open on a holiday, and most of them have alcohol.  Happy entertaining, all!

I love mustard but not that much: Observations from “Extreme Couponing”

April 13th, 2011 by Amanda 4 comments »

Money isn’t everything, but it sure as heck makes life easier, and in a single-income household, one must be particularly mindful of the pocketbook.  I knew this when I entered the world of housewife-dom this year.  I also knew that I considered myself to be an aspirational bargain shopper.

I aspire to be the kind of person who walks into one of those “discount designer” stores and comes out with bags full of attractive in-season merchandise bought at some ridiculous fraction of the retail price.  Truth be told, those places are terrifying to me.  I walk in and see rack after rack of disorganized chaos.  I can’t handle the cluttered feeling of it.  The pawing through these racks to find one sweater that doesn’t have a bedazzled dragon on the front, breathing fire at me in rhinestones and studs–this is also too much.  The shoe section is not as dramatic for me, but being a pretty tall girl, I have pretty big feet, and for whatever reason the size 10 product selection in these stores is usually limited to some sort of hiking boot and a conservative faux-leather pump, and perhaps if you’re lucky a lime-green patent platform with studs to match that fetching dragon sweater.

What I will do is shop at a more attractively merchandised store and coupon my way to fashion nirvana.  If it’s a store I like I always sign up for the email list, give the phone number, write down the address–because I know they’re going to send me coupons.  The downside is that I get a truckload of email, but no biggie–the 20% off your entire purchase coupon is well worth it to me.  I also shop online, and absolutely NEVER complete an online transaction of any sort without first Googling the retailer’s name and their term du jour for special offers (“coupon code,” “promotional code,” “discount code,” etc.).  RetailMeNot is a favorite of mine for these pursuits, and my husband introduced me to the fabulous world of FatWallet–he keeps them on his RSS feed, and I love their Hot Deals forums (especially the one they do for Black Friday…because yes, we are those people).

I also aspire to be a better coupon clipper, and after previously only taking to it when there’s a big holiday meal coming up, I’ve recently taken up the hobby again.  I’ve always been good about watching grocery store circulars for sales and getting my discounts that way, but the actual physical coupon clipping was time consuming–but now I know better.  Now I know that the coupon sweetens the pot a little more, if you time it the right way.  So every Sunday (or Saturday if I can get the early edition) I pick up the good old Tribune and skip straight to the plastic-wrapped insert that holds the discount-store flyers, the grocery store circulars, and most importantly the coupons–and away I go, clipping to my little heart’s content.  I put all the coupons in my humble white envelope (note my husband’s subtle “COUPONS” labeling–this is so he does not throw said envelope away), all sorted by date of expiration.  When I go through the circulars to make my list, I consult the coupons.  I am the diligent little bargain shopper I knew I could be.

There is something very old-school about this whole process that I enjoy.  My grandma was a coupon-er.  I feel kind of nostalgic as I clip.  Now in the digital age there are websites to get more coupons–Coupon Suzy has been advertised a lot lately, but there are tons.  The economic downturn has given rise to the rebirth of couponing, and I thought I was totally on board.  Then I heard about “Extreme Couponing.”

“Extreme Couponing” is a show on TLC that explores the lives of those far more dedicated to this craft than me.  When I first saw the commercial for it, I thought, as I’m sure lots of people do, “I should watch this show and learn.”  The commercial shows families walking from the grocery store with four fully loaded carts, proudly proclaiming that all this cost five bucks.  Who wouldn’t want to know how to do that?  Do you know the frivolous purchases I could make with that sort of return on investment?  Visions of handbags (with coupons of course) danced in my head.  So last night I tuned in for the encore of last week’s episodes (they air regularly on Wednesdays at 8 PM CT).  What did I learn?  These people are KOOK-A-DOODLE-DOO CRAZY.

Granted, a lot of these people have good reasons–husbands with lost jobs, donations for their church, financial woes galore.  But these are also people who bribe the people who stock the same newspapers I go to the store for on Sunday to save them coupon inserts from the papers that go unsold and thrown away.  These are people who keep Trapper Keepers full of organized coupons from websites, in-store displays, and product packaging.  These are people who keep “stockpiles”–giant walls of merchandise not unlike  grocery store shelves, with toothpaste, laundry detergent, paper towels and Maalox stacked to the ceiling and in every available nook and cranny of their homes.  I watched as an Idaho mother stored barbecue sauce under her two-year-old’s bed and cereal in her closet.

I watched as the extreme couponers loaded cart after cart with products that I have no idea how they consume before they go bad.  Even in a larger family, 52 yogurts in one shopping trip seems like a lot of yogurt.  A woman on the show ordered her husband to load her cart with 62 containers of yellow mustard–only to be told by her husband that he doesn’t even like mustard.  Her response was to laugh as though this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard…and KEEP SHOPPING.  Is it really a victory to buy something YOUR FAMILY DOES NOT EAT?

And then there were the checkout scenes.  I identify with the exuberance of getting to a checkout lane and handing the cashier your store card and diligently collected coupons.  I too watch the screen to make sure I’m getting the sale prices I saw on the shelves, and love watching that total go down.  On the show the extreme coupon-ers reduce grocery bills by hundreds of dollars–one woman walked out with $700 worth of groceries for just under $7 of her own money.  That is in no way unimpressive.  But in order to get this, these people spend five hours in a grocery store, two hours of which is at a checkout lane, where they must complete 18 SEPARATE TRANSACTIONS to get the deals.  I don’t know about you, but if I tried that in my grocery store, the nice little old lady who rings me up would punch me square in the face.

So as I recoiled in horror from the thought of what I would possibly do with that much mustard, I cut myself a break.  At least I’m taking the time to coupon and deal-hunt at all.  And I could never find room for all that barbecue sauce.

Gettin’ Gummy with It: Adventures in Cake Decorating, Part 5

April 7th, 2011 by Amanda 2 comments »

It’s been almost a month since my first foray into the world of cake decorating, and if you were tuned in for the last round, you know that I’ve been plotting for the second class since midway through the first.  I learned so much (not just about dessert, but about my own patience) in the last class that I absolutely couldn’t wait to get rolling on the more advanced classes–and fortunately for me, the fine people at Joann made it quite easy for me by running some fabulous specials on the advanced Wilton Method classes they offer there.  Last weekend I signed up for both Flowers and Cake Design (the class I’m now taking) and Gum Paste and Fondant (the class I’ll be taking in May) for HALF OFF!  And when we’re talking about $45 classes, this is a huge deal for a domestic diva such as myself.  (By the way, if you haven’t taken the first class or are ready to jump in on one of the more advanced classes, they have some great half-off and reduced-price specials on all the classes coming up over the next few months…just check out the class section of the website for info.)

So last night I boldly entered the world of the second Wilton Method class, Flowers and Cake Design.  This time around my class is smaller, just four ladies total, but the instructor is the same as the last class–and since she is both talented and hilarious, it’s a win all around.  The instructor told me at the end of the last class that this one was one of her favorites to teach, so naturally when the instructor says that it’s easy to be excited.  However, this class covers a lot of new territory and products I’ve never even seen, let alone eaten.  One such product would be the completely unappetizingly-named gum paste.

Most folks are pretty familiar with rolled fondant, especially given the proliferation of baking TV shows out there that have contributed to its popularity, but I can honestly say that I wasn’t really sure exactly what gum paste was prior to these classes.  So I did a little Google-ing to investigate, and it turns out that it’s been used by confectioners since medieval times.  Who the heck would have thunk THAT, right?  Basically gum paste is a sugar dough with gums added for flexibility, so it becomes super flexible and pliable–kind of like an edible Play-Doh, but without any real flavor or color (though you can add some if you want, but only using special products).  Because of the sugar content, gum paste decorations dry hard and keep for quite a while.  It’s also a bit stronger than fondant alone, so you can mix it with fondant to make some nifty decorations–which we did in the first class.

Back in the day, if you wanted to tinker with gum paste you needed to make your own, which appears to be a time-consuming and messy process.  Luckily for the class, Wilton now makes ready-to-use gum paste that comes out of the bag ready to use–but be forewarned if you use it, it is highly temperamental.  It’s easiest to shape it if you put a little vegetable shortening on your fingers first, and you have to work fast–it dries out way faster than you think.  You can tint it yourself with icing colors, or you can do what we did and mix in some already-colored fondant–which once again Wilton handily makes in a multipack of various color combinations.  It may appear that all these shortcuts are taking “the easy way out,” but I have to say it makes the whole class a lot lower-stress.  I’m not saying I may not try to make any of this stuff from scratch somewhere down the line, but the point of these classes is accessibility to people of all skill levels.  You’re supposed to have fun and not get gum paste-driven performance anxiety, so I think this is a sensible way to approach what could be a deal-breaker for some people.

The first flowers we made were the super-adorable daisy-like creations known as “button flowers,” thusly named because they’re made with a handy-dandy flower press that gives them texture and a super cute button center.  I am totally in love with these cute little buggers, and they’re really not hard to make at all–I just rolled out the gum paste/fondant mixture to about 1/8 of an inch thickness, put it in the press and poof–adorable flower magic.  Again, you do have to be awfully careful about the drying-out factor, but a little vegetable shortening on the board goes a long way, and a mix of powdered sugar and cornstarch keeps them from sticking in the mold.  (Wilton includes a puff-like contraption in the class kit, but it mostly puffs in your face…which is hilarious, but an alternative method would be worth pursuing.)

We also made the very cute and delicate pansies in the picture at left, which are a little trickier but still really cute when they’re completed.  The dough has to be extra-thin for these guys, and you cut them out with a cookie cutter sort of contraption–the ruffly petals are achieved by rolling the edges with a special ball-shaped tool on a piece of foam.Then you attach a couple more petals and the center loop with an adhesive made from leftover gum paste and water, and let them dry as shown in special drying cups to give them a rounded shape–but if that’s too much on the accessory side for you, you can set them on wax paper in a muffin tin or other concave-shaped holder until they dry.  It can take up to 24 hours for either flower to dry completely, but when I checked mine out this morning, they seemed pretty good to go.

So that was class number one–overall a blast as always, mostly since there’s a sort of fellowship that develops when taking on something so utterly foreign to the normal day-to-day.  There’s a lot less baking in this class, which means less baked goods for hubby…but we can’t let those adorable flowers go to waste, now can we?

Beyond the Cheddar Curtain, a Castle Made of Cheese

April 5th, 2011 by Amanda 2 comments »

So a couple weekends ago, the hubby and I had the pleasure of visiting an old college roomie of my mine at her home just outside of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  I just recently reconnected with this friend–through the magic of Facebook, of course–and saw a concert with her last summer, so we’ve been trying to get together again for a while in the midst of both of our bananas schedules.  Finally a weekend worked, so we headed up to her still-pretty-new house, where we visited with her husband and absolutely precious toddler daughter (who my husband fell madly in love with), ate lots of delicious food and drank tons of delicious wine…so needless to say, we stuck around for the night and headed back to Illinois the next morning.

A road trip to anywhere, no matter how long it is, is always a blast for me and my husband, mostly because we tend to be “do-ers.”  You know how you see all those silly landmarks and signs for crazy things you’ll be passing on your trip that you decide to not visit in the interest of time, etc.?  I love that stuff, and now my husband loves them too.  My personal love for the kooky colloquial points of interest came from my years on the road doing children’s theatre–where my various tour partners and I sought out twine balls, Green Giant statues and monuments to descendants of Paul Bunyan across the entire upper Midwest.  Once I started dating my husband, he became aware of my fondness for this bizarre local color, and before long he was hunting them down with us, or at least collecting the requisite t-shirt or refrigerator magnet if unable to partake.  And now, every time we get the chance, if there’s someplace off the beaten path–or right alongside it–and we’ve got the inclination, we’re most likely stopping.  Such is the case with the pictured Wisconsin wonder that we discovered last fall, passed on our way up to my friend’s place on Saturday, and were bound and determined to visit that Sunday–Mars’ Cheese Castle.

Pictured at right is the old Cheese Castle that we first visited on an apple-picking trip last fall–and if you’ve ever made the drive to the Milwaukee area up I-94, odds are you’ve passed it.  After all, it’s been there on the side of the highway for 64 years, its presence made known by that ginormous multicolored straight-outta-the-70′s sign.  One thing you definitely see a lot of on any Wisconsin trip is the various incarnations of local cheese emporiums, but I think the aspirational grandeur of a place like this that calls itself a castle is what sealed the deal for me.  Inside this humble building (faux medieval purple columns and family crests not withstanding) we found a wide assortment of hot sauces, local beer, wine, encased meats of all sorts, and of course cheese–pretty much any cheese you could possibly want, including the kind you do not in fact eat but wear on your head.  (And if perhaps you need a little liquid courage to sport that kind of headgear, fear not–they have a bar.)

Alas, expansion of I-94 necessitated a relocation of the Cheese Castle, and last fall construction was already underway for the newer, grander incarnation of this little dairy-centric delight, and it was apparent to us even then that this would be a dream more fully realized.  On the way up, we saw the banner proclaiming the new place was open, but as we headed down the highway Sunday morning, I was afraid we might be too early to check it out.  Don’t worry, early risers–they open at 9 AM.

That’s right, people–IT’S A REAL CASTLE.  Now never mind the fact that they have a drawbridge, but no moat.  Who needs one when you have the undeniable draw of cheese shaped like footballs, cows AND the state of Wisconsin?  Inside you’ll find t-shirts emblazoned with words of wisdom such as–you guessed it–”Eat More Cheese,” a generous sampling of cow-print everything, and a huge statue of a mouse enjoying his favorite snack.  Everything from the old store is there, and if you think the kitsch is too much for you, I assure you–the proof is in the refrigerated caseline.  At first glance I wasn’t sure the selection was quite as large, but it’s just more spread out in the palatial new digs–in addition to the requisite bag of cheese curds, I picked up an extra-yummy Belletoile triple-creme and my hubby’s beloved Double Gloucester with Stilton.  It’s not all cheddar here, folks.  You can also get some really yummy local beer from New Glarus Brewing Company here, and the wine selection isn’t too bad.  My husband picked up a postcard on the way out that gave us a myriad of fun facts, like the fact that the bakery turns out 9,000 loaves of their famous cheese bread a year…so you know on the next trip, I’ll be partaking.

And trust me, there WILL be a next trip, probably on our next journey north–and if you’re finding yourself on that long stretch of 94, believe the hype and stop.  Unless you’re lactose intolerant…then it might be too much to bear.