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My Sad Le Creuset Pots

March 8, 2010

Would I be a loser if I admitted that it is 10:45 am and I am laying — not in, but on top of — my bed, messing around on my computer? First of all, it is a Saturday, my day of rest. Second, I am nursing an illness. A cold. A manly/sexy low voice. Before the phlem, but after the aches. And I believe laying on my bed will improve my chances at a speedy recovery. Am I still a loser?

Dave says yes.

No worries. I have the self-esteem to weather that particular storm.

So, I’m writing. I love to write. I just don’t usually have the time… Oh boy… you’re in for a treat today!

Actually, I do worry how often clients end up on this particular site and wonder how it is that I manage to post ‘Meatless Monday X’ when they are still waiting for their project to be delivered. It’s a valid concern because it happens a lot. It’s psychology for another post; my need to procrastinate work until the last possible moment…

Anyway, enough of that depressing topic. I’ve been on a bread baking flurry. I used to only make it once a week, but I now seem to be on at least a 2x-a-week schedule. Plus, the first week of every month through June, I am committed to delivering an additional 12 loaves to two silent auction winners that bid on and won 8 months of bread deliveries. I just completed my fifth month and it has really made me feel the need to expand my repertoire. I tend to stick to my favored techniques and recipes, up on YouTube, that I can do it in my sleep. And yet…

I want and need more.

Not just because I worry about the bread auction recipient’s satisfaction, but because every once in a while, I come across a baguette that speaks to me. Unfortunately, I can’t exactly put my finger on what it is that is so different from my own bread. I’m not that skilled, I guess. So, I’ve spent the last hour on the internet reading about bread and looking at a couple newer books. Good Lord in Heaven. No wonder people are afraid of making bread. If you get caught up in the BS, it’s enough to make anyone cower: Hydration, crumb, retardation…

Now there’s a word that I can understand: retardation.

Oh forget it. I’ll just get in trouble.

What is the name of this post again?

I’ll try to bring it back around. Because of all the bread I’m baking, I had to re-visit Jim Lahey and Mark Bittman’s No-Knead Bread recipe in order to bring enough variety of loaves to the auction winners without spending an insane amount of time on new recipes. I tried the recipe when it first came out three years ago and thought it was sort of a pain in the ass, what with the pre-heating of the pan, the spastic flopping of the dough into the pan, etc. At the time, I had no knead of it. (ha ha. couldn’t resist).

When I started making the No Knead Bread again though, it brought up this long-standing issue I’ve had with my Le Creuset Pans. And that is: why do mine always look like crap on the inside?

Back when I started making the No Knead recipe, I researched the equipment. Everywhere I’d read said that the method was safe for Le Creuset, the exception being the black plastic knob on the lid, and even that was probably OK…

I was stupid enough to believe this back then.

I’ll tell you what to expect if you decide to bake bread inside your precious Le Creuset: discolored areas, finger marks baked on to the exterior. The interior dark and frightening.

Here’s some practical advice: Don’t do it. I wouldn’t go so far to say that it will wreck your pan but it definitely is not worth it. Save yourself the angst and use plain cast iron. I eventually replaced the Le Creuset that I baked the bread in. I gave it to a friend who still uses it. The interior is mostly black from all the scrubbing — I guess you could say she went after the discoloration with a gusto, but it still functions well.

And I got a new one. 🙂

Which quickly lost its gloss and gives me heart palpitations, despite my best attempts and doing everything “right.”

Every maddening cooking blog or TV show with Le Creuset shows these sparkling, gleaming pans. I’m willing to believe television cooks get new pans for their shows, but bloggers? How can it be that bloggers, who presumably cook a lot, can have perfectly new and shiny Le Creuset pans? It’s a very emotional topic for me. They are like my babies and I have failed them somehow.

upper left shows pan from 1990 and scratches from metal utensils. Remaining pics are from recently replaced pans that have lost their gloss, most likely due to over-zealous scrubbing when I could not get cooking stains out.

I have used every trick in the book, on the internet and at the store. The only thing that can even come close to restoring my pan to a usable state after a particularly frisky pan-sear or long oven braise is Bar Keepers Friend.

[Update: Le Creuset makes a cleaner for their pans that I finally knuckled under and purchased. It isn’t cheap. I think I paid about $20 for a smallish bottle. It does seem to do a great job. I would definitely consider buying some, especially if you have a new pan. ]

But Bar Keepers Friend  is not even a sanctioned cleaner because of its slight abrasives (I do not recommend using it unless you are at your wits end as you will no doubt lose the glossy finish). So, I give up. My pans are hopeless. They definitely have that “well-loved patina.” So, now I just live with them like this, since the ‘new’ ones look very similar to the old ones I replaced, minus the scratch marks on the bottom from my over-vigorous husband before I replaced all our metal utensils. They are still excellent pans that I use almost every single day. Patina or no patina, I love them.

So anyway, no new pans for me. Well. No new Le Creuset Pans for me.

Instead, before I settled on just using plain cast iron, and in order to be able to peacefully make the No-Knead pot bread method without angst over ruining my bazillion-dollar pans, I decided to pick up an old enameled cast iron pan from an antique store. Problem was, I couldn’t find any around here. So I called my trusty parents in Hayward and had them go back to the place I got all my latest ones. They, too, were out! …the heck? On their second stop, they found a bountiful selection. After a tense phone call, fraught with impatience on my part — no, I don’t remember why; I’m always impatient — they selected a light blue one that I love. It’s slightly smaller than the 5-quart size recommended by Lahey for his bread. I like the smaller size because I find the bread rises up more than out. The interior is crazed/crackled, but it really doesn’t matter. I cleaned it all up nice. I just love it.

[Update: that crackled finish eventually gave up and started populating my food with porcelain-crown breaking enamel chips and has since been retired. I’m cool with it. I hated baking bread inside of pans anyway. If I get the urge, I use my old lodge campfire dutch oven, even though it’s a tad large]

But just to illustrate what happens to me, when I cook the bread, this is what it looks like when it comes out of the oven:

I have to wonder who else suffers this pan-wrecking affliction?

I also have to wonder how other food bloggers keep their pans looking so perfect?

Baking soda, salt and vinegar?

Isn’t that the recipe for those exploding volcanos?

I’ll stick to Bar Keepers Friend Le Creuset’s Cleaner.

Filed Under: Home, Babble Tagged With: procrastination, scorched pan, discoloration, no knead bread, le creuset, bar keepers friend

My Brother Reads my Blog

January 18, 2010

I was afforded this information at a birthday dinner for my nephew on Saturday night. My brother reads my blog. No matter what I write from this point on, it is sure to be:

  1. Misquoted. (I will misquote him)
  2. Exaggerated. (I will exaggerate the actual exchange)
  3. Offensive. (I will offend my mom)

(No, it’s not actually about my mom. I will just somehow end up making her feel bad. I accept this and will make amends as soon as I finish writing it, for all of you concerned.)

Immediately after making the statement “I have read almost all of your blog,” my brother said, “and I have three observations.” I was so excited! What were they? Do tell!

  1. It is weird
  2. It is well-written
  3. It is obsessive

When asked to expound on that, he said “Like cutting boards. Who writes about cutting boards? It seems obsessive.”

I was rather stunned. Cutting boards seemed like one of my more mainline subjects.

I think maybe what he really meant to say is “Who CARES about cutting boards?” Or, “Who READS about cutting boards?”

And then he said — though I admit it was sort of hard to hear inside the raucous restaurant — something along the lines of “Who — I mean what kind of person — decides for their family a New Year’s Resolution as horrible as Meatless Mondays and then doesn’t PLAN for it — at least on the first day?”

Fair.

But then, didn’t this same person grow up with me? Should he not know me better than that? Is it not painfully clear that I create these mini crises for myself? By not planning, by forgetting, by being late, I create these mini dramas that — if conquered — make me that much more awesome?

I’m kidding. Surely there is some deep-seated psychological reason for my actions, but I assure you. I have plenty of self esteem. I don’t need to create more for myself at the expense of bad meals, forgotten meetings and speeding tickets — although I have plenty of those.

The conversation about the blog didn’t really last all that long, though — as much as I was enjoying it — because it unfairly left both my sister-in-law and my husband out of the exchange, being that neither of them read it. Oh, Dave will tell you he does.

But that would be a lie.

And yes. This is a test.

(In fact, when Dave expressed his genuine surprise that my brother actually does, in fact, read my blog amidst his extremely busy days, my brother said “Well. She signed me up for email announcements. I have little choice. They come right to my inbox.” It is true — and ingenious! I should do that for my whole family! I had completely forgotten I did that. And to know now that it works? I’d say that anyone I have emails for is in serious danger…)

So today is Meatless Monday Three. And yet another conundrum confronts me: I have book club tonight. So, do I make a meatless dish for the family before I go? Or do I push it off until tomorrow?

I think I push it off until tomorrow. I would hate to miss it. I’ve got portobello mushrooms in the fridge. Which of course sound delicious to most, but not to the other three in my family. Alternatively, I’m looking at an Indian dish with homemade flatbread. But I need red lentils, which I don’t have. And, of course, I have no idea where I even saw the recipe that looked so good to me…

As an aside, I know this is — to quote my brother — a weird post. I would like to have posted my mom’s famous taco recipe today, or my awesomely healthy raspberry muffins I made this weekend, or even the most bizarre popovers ever to emerge from my oven. But I am always forgetting to take the final pictures! It makes me the worst food blogger ever, I think.

Maybe I still will post those recipes. Who knows. Maybe the final photo doesn’t really matter.

The photo I DO have handy and will share with you today is in honor of my brother. I meant to post it on the New Year’s Eve post, but it didn’t really fit anywhere. And frankly, I think he felt left out.

So here it is. He was terribly ill and this photo makes him look very puffy and is therefore not the very best, but it also highlights my adorable mom and dad. So the photo serves a double purpose. Which of course is: if I haven’t offended my mom by now, this photo will surely do the trick.

Filed Under: Babble Tagged With: brothers, blogs, mini drama, mini crisis, families, meatless monday

The Black Rage of Menopause

July 20, 2009

mad faceThe only thing that qualifies me to write anything on the subject of mental health is the fact that I suffer from my own mental health. Or lack of it. I am certainly not qualified to write anything about menopause, given I have done almost no research on the topic. So why am I writing about it? In my gardening and cooking blog no less?

To be clear, I am only 44 years old — way too young to be talking about menopause. Only I’m not. Too young, that is. Peri-menopause can go on for years. I’ve had maniacal hot flashes–which seem to come in phases–for over a year now. I was hoping the Black Rage would also be a phase, only it doesn’t seem to be going away.

I am writing about the Black Rage because I have been living under it’s cloud for about 3 months now. And instead of it getting better, it is getting worse. So I have decided to cave in, stop fighting it and embrace it. Today, for the first time, I googled these two words: Menopause + Anger. The search results were almost as funny as this weekend when I googled “Underduck vs Underdog.” The top hit in that search was freakishly perfect. (For the record, it is “underduck: when you push someone on a swing and run under them as you push.”) Friends and I were having an argument about it. It was 5 to 1 against me. I was so pissed. I digress… Google it yourself. Vote for what YOU called it in the comments below, cuz I’m curious.

Anyway, the search results for “Menopause Anger” were so astoundingly spot-on that it actually made me mad (are you sensing a theme here? A theme of rage?). I was irritated because I like to think of myself as unique and special. How can all the other people in this world be experiencing the same thing as me?

For example, on one of the sites, a woman named Lori wrote: “…I have found myself getting mad at my dog because she wants a pet.” Check. (The only difference is that I don’t “find myself getting mad,” I rise up in an unadulterated fury and scream “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU STUPID DOGS, THIS IS MY COUCH!” And, I might try to kick them as they scatter.)

Another writer named Pat found the need to “detach myself from some longstanding ‘volunteer’ commitments that I’d taken on when I didn’t really want to, because I felt obligated or guilty or whatever.” Check. (The only difference with me is that I didn’t detach myself, as Pat did. What did I do? I simply made one of the people that I do volunteer work for cry this morning. Do I feel bad about it? Well, if being madder that she started to cry counts as remorse, then yes, I feel bad about it. If not, then no. I’m ticked that I didn’t think of crying first.)

Anyway, for all you who actually know me, go ahead and say it. Chant it aloud if it makes you feel better. You know you want to:

POOR DAVE.

Only, if you are really going to go to the trouble, you might as well throw in:

Poor Morgan. Poor Charlie. Poor Buzz. Poor Lola.
And as of this morning, Poor Susie at Freedomfarm.

Something tells me I might need to add a new category to my blog topics.

Filed Under: Babble Tagged With: the black rage, menopause, anger, peri-menopause, Underduck, Underdog

Jennie’s Got the Blues

April 20, 2009

sadSometimes – not very often – I get sad for no particular reason. Today I am sad. I don’t want anyone to tell me why I have no reason to be sad. Yes, I live a great and blessed life. And 99% of my life I spend being grateful for that fact. So cut me some damned slack today. I’m wallowing.

If I were counting, I think I might have weeped over 15 times today. It began as I stared at my computer screen for what seems the millionth day in a row. I need to come up with a logo for a special project for my son’s school. A worthy volunteer project, yes indeed. I’m happy to do it. So why did it make me cry?

And then I read on twitter about the stupid agents getting their stupid Sony Webbie cams. And I cried about that. I’m so jealous. It’s not an emotion I have much experience with and I hate it. It’s ugly and insidious. I hate myself for harboring it and for not being able to move on.

And then, when I was trying to figure out what time to start the time-bake on the oven for the damn meatloaf that my damn husband requested that my damn kids won’t eat that I also won’t eat because I’ll be at damn bookclub, I cried because I couldn’t figure it out. I had to leave in 5 minutes to get Morgan at track. I had to find her damn guitar and her damn soccer stuff and make her some food to eat since she wouldn’t be home until after 7:30. I had to get Charlie ready to go with because he had to be across town at damn Jazz band at 5pm. Drop him then come back into Watertown to have Morgan at guitar at 5:30. Wait for her there and read more about the damn fiesta agents getting their damn cars while I wait. Weep some more. Then get Morgan to soccer at 6, then back across town to pick Charlie up at band, then home and off to bookclub at 6:30.

And really, isn’t that enough to make anyone weep?

I know what you’re thinking: Poor damned Jennie.

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I’m a mostly-retired, pretend graphics and web developer (but don’t judge my skillz by THIS site!). We sold our dream home in Watertown, MN and downsized to a “Villa” in Excelsior, MN and built a home in our dream location of Eagle, CO and now split our time between the two states. It is truly a dichotomous life of absentee gardening and getting together with friends & family while in MN and playing hard and hermitting while in CO. I’ve let the blog go but a trip to Alaska has me resurrecting the Road Warriors series. My beloved brother is my biggest fan and I am doing this just for him.

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