Monthly Archives: October 2011

miscellaneous monday: happy halloween!

miscellaneous monday: happy halloween!

 

Happy Halloween!

Whether you’ve spent the weekend hosting a murder mystery dinner, dancing the night away in costume, or scaring yourself with a really creepy flick, I hope your Halloween weekend was nothing short of spooktacular.

Tonight, take the young ones out, hand out some candy, or make up some popcorn, turn off the lights and give yourself a good scare.

Tomorrow, I start typing away furiously for NaNoWriMo and planning and decorating for Christmas. Yes, I am one of those early Christmas bandwagon folks, much to everyone’s dismay.

I can’t wait.

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friday food: chocolate desserts a plenty!

friday food: chocolate desserts a plenty!

 

 

 

A few years ago, on a random visit to Liquidation World, I stumbled upon a Murder Mystery box set for a whopping $5. The Big Spender in me couldn’t believe it. Having never been to, or hosted, a murder mystery dinner, yet always wanting to, I couldn’t pass up the amazing $5 opportunity for an incredibly cheesy night of fun presenting itself to me.

The initial excitement faded, however, and the box proceeded to sit on a shelf, collecting dust, for many, many months. In 2009, during my year of most themed parties to date, I began planning for our sweet, chocolate deaths as a Christmas dinner party. Then, plans went bust and the box remained untouched once more. Go figure.


Inspector McClue was obviously saddened by this news, fearing he was destined to forever live alone on a shelf with a number of other untouched, boxed up games. Poor Mr. McClue.

No fear, for after four (I think it was four, anyway) years of sitting on a shelf, McClue would make his first and only appearance, ever! Seriously. Unless I host another Death By Chocolate night, but don’t play myself, there’s no way McClue is ever showing his face around these parts again. It’s over for me. I know who the killer is. The magic is gone.

Anyway.

Since the murder mystery revolved around chocolate, I very obviously focused on chocolate for the desserts portion of our meal. I probably should have incorporated chocolate into every course somehow, but, well, I really rather wanted to avoid literally killing everyone with chocolate consumption.

Thus, I opted for three different chocolate-centric desserts. All delicious. All dairy free. All very nom nom nom.

(Dairy Free) Super Nom Chocolate Cupcakes
adapted from The Foodie and the Family

  • 1½ cups of cake & pastry flour
  • 3 tbs cocoa powder
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • ½ tsp salt
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tbs balsamic vinegar
  • 5 tbs oil (I’ve always used olive)
  • 1 tbs vanilla
  • 1 cup water

Preheat oven to 350°F and spray your muffin tin with olive oil / Pam / whatever you’ve got. If you feel so inclined, use liners, but I’ve never been a big liner gal and have survived thus far.

Combine dry ingredients in a bowl and mix thoroughly.

Mix wet ingredients in a separate bowl and stir to combine.

Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and mix until smooth – don’t beat the batter!

Pour into muffin tin and bake for 18-20 minutes (or until an inserted toothpick comes out clean).

Cool for a few minutes before removing from tin and further cooling on a rack.

Peanut Butter Egg Knock Offs
adapted from The Whimsical Princess

  • 3 cups powdered sugar
  • 1½ cups natural peanut butter
  • ¼ cup butter or margarine
  • 2-3 tbs milk (I’ve used coconut and almond so far)
  • chocolate chips & more margarine

Mix together the powdered sugar, peanut butter, and butter/marg. Add the milk one tablespoon at a time until it becomes a nice workable dough. Form the dough into egg shapes, and place in the freezer for about an hour.

Melt down the chocolate in the microwave or in a double boiler. Failing both, use a bowl nestled inside a pot of boiling water. It’s always done me well… except for those times the steam escaped just enough to make contact with my skin in the most irritating way.

I don’t measure this step out and yes, you can be upset with me for it. Simply melt down the chocolate and add margarine until the chocolate acquires a silkier texture.

Dip/roll each egg in/through the melted chocolate and place on waxed paper. I return the eggs to the freezer until set, and then store them there permanently.

Peanut Butter Pretzel Balls
adapted from The Girl Who Ate Everything

  • 1 cup natural peanut butter
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • ½ cup finely chopped salted pretzels (approximate)
  • milk chocolate chips, melted

Combine peanut butter, powdered sugar, and pretzels in a bowl. Chill in the freezer until firm enough to roll easily.

Roll the peanut butter mixture into balls and place on a baking sheet lined with parchment or wax paper and freeze until very firm, about 30 minutes.

Melt chocolate chips either in the microwave, double boiler, or in the bowl pot hybrid mentioned above. Whatever you’ve got. Whatever’s easiest. Whatever you most feel like doing.

Roll the frozen balls through the melted chocolate. If you’re like me and didn’t follow the recipe properly the first time, the balls won’t be firm enough to properly roll through the melted chocolate. We opted to just drizzle chocolate over them instead and it turned out just fine.

Store the balls in the refrigerator.

Recipe Notes: I have no idea how many pretzels we actually used. We had a small bag on hand that we crushed with a kitchen mallet and added to the peanut butter until the “batter” firmed up.

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wednesday reads: bargain hunting

wednesday reads: bargain hunting

Every year, four out of the seven University of Toronto St. George campus colleges host book sales in support of each college’s respective library and programming. Unfortunate for me, up until about three minutes ago, I only ever knew about the Trinity College and Victoria College sales. A quick google-fu has shown me the light and left me feeling disappointed in having missed three out of four possible book sales over the last number of weeks.

Whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like I realistically have room for an additional 567 books right now, anyhow. Bringing home that many extra books would only mean having to throw out our bed or couch or something. Actually, hey, that’s not a bad idea. We could make a bed and couch out of books! That would be a neat DIY, right? Right?

Okay. Maybe not.

I’ve been to the Trinity College book sale three out of the last four years. On a whim, four years ago, while living in Toronto, I decided to give the book sale a chance and have been unable to tear myself away ever since. Every year, I mark the new dates down on my calendar and excitedly count down to the big book sale weekend, as though I were five years old and waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. Nevermind that I also excitedly wait for Christmas like that to this day. That only proves that somewhere, deep down, I am mostly just a child in an adult’s body.

HOWEVER! How can you NOT be excited for these University book sales?! One year, I spent $50 and left the sale with four bags of books! $50! FOUR bags of books!

This year, I spent $33 for 13 books. A girlfriend of mine, who I insisted come with me, picked up something like 6 hardcovers, as well as a selection of paperbacks, for around $40.

Since first attending the sale four years ago, I’ve been able to pad my classics collection, increase my plays and poetry, add to my ever growing pile of children’s books, as well as pick up more current novels that I had been holding out on purchasing new.

Sure, as much as I could rush out to a used book store and find myself some bargains, I think part of it is the thrill of the hunt in an old, historic building with creaky wooden floors and beautiful architecture. You never know what you’re going to find with the selection varying wildly year to year. Each year, I leave with an entirely different type of purchase.

Plus, each year kind of has its own so-called adventure associated with it. The first year, not knowing what to expect, I found myself having to lug a couple of very heavy bags of books back home with me on the subway, and awkwardly walking them back to my apartment. The next year, post sale, I had my hair cut downtown where the hairdresser spent an hour hitting on me as I drank red wine. This year, we followed up our book binge with cheap eats and browsing at IKEA.

Also, getting caught up looking at toilet stall art that expands into an entire stall of philosophical discussions on humanity and love, and reading it.

… only in a university washroom.

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friday food: adventures in homemade pizzaville

friday food: adventures in homemade pizzaville

 

 

 

A week or so ago, Randy had a couple of friends over for a night of manly bonding over manly video games and a car documentary. Clearly, a night full of bromance isn’t complete without pizza and rather than allowing them to order in, I offered to make it instead, selfishly wanting an excuse to delve into the world of homemade pizza dough anyhow. I wasn’t met with any complaints.

Rather than making the dough entirely by hand, as in, soaking the yeast myself, worrying about properly letting it rise, and all of those other fun bread making stresses, I opted to use the bread machine I borrowed from my mother a year ago and, well, have still not returned. Oops.

I made a test batch of dough on Monday, prior to the Manly Night of Manliness on Friday, only because the yeast we had on hand was a year old and showing an expiry date of earlier this summer. The bread flour I had on hand, also, was from the year before when I first borrowed the bread machine. So far, I wasn’t doing so well.

Regardless, I crossed my fingers, dropped in the ingredients and set the machine. An hour and a half later, I had perfectly risen, poofy, wonderful looking dough. Turns out, I was doing better than I thought – old yeast and flour be damned!

Once in the oven, however, our good looking, thin crust, became crisper than expected. I realised, afterwards, that I had actually used too much flour, having read the recipe incorrectly. Turns out, too much flour makes for a cracker-like crust. It was all still very nom nom nom, but just a bit… too much.

Since the recipe makes enough dough for two pizzas, I froze the second half, expecting to use it on Friday.

Then, I changed my mind. Big surprise.

Since Randy was having the fellas over, I invited a friend over myself, tempting her with homemade pizza in return for help making a large amount of homemade Reese peanut butter egg knock offs and peanut butter pretzel balls (posts to come on those, for sure!).

Having to feed five people, I opted to make a fresh batch of dough for two pizzas that night. The only problem was that I had run out of bread flour and had to use all purpose, as that’s all I had sitting around. Okay. That’s a flat out lie. I also had cake and pastry flour sitting around, but I wasn’t really looking to make pizza cake, despite that sounding really, really neat and possibly delicious.

The dough didn’t rise as much with the all purpose flour, but it stretched out much better than the bread flour dough. Seriously. The stretch factor had increased tenfold with the all purpose flour. I could hardly get the bread flour dough to stretch at all, having to mostly roll it out rather than letting it stretch into form naturally.

The all purpose dough also baked better, and didn’t turn into a cracker. Then again, I also used the proper amount of flour this time. I can’t really blame the bread flour for that since it was most likely my fault. Sorry, bread flour.

In the end? I prefer the all purpose flour dough, despite its inability to rise quite as much.

All purpose – 1. Bread flour – 0.

Easy Peasy Bread Machine Pizza Dough
(pulled from the Black & Decker bread machine recipe booklet and altered slightly)

1½ cups of water
1 tbsp honey or sugar
2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1½ tsp salt
* garlic & onion powder to taste, if you’re like me and have an inability to just leave things plain and as they are
4¼ cups all purpose flour
2 tsp active dry or bread machine yeast

Ingredients are measured into the bread pan in the order listed. Drop the pan into the machine, select the Dough setting and wait!

Once complete, remove the dough from the pan onto a lightly floured surface and cover with a large mixing bowl, allowing the dough to rest for 10 minutes before splitting, stretching and making your pizza.

I baked the dough for about 3-5 minutes before moving ahead with toppings, after seeing one recipe online recommend this. I’m not sure if it made a huge difference in the long run, but it didn’t hurt either.

Now, homemade pizza dough isn’t complete without homemade pizza sauce. Well, it’s either that, or, I just couldn’t be bothered to run out to the grocery store to buy the pre-made stuff when I had a flat of tomato paste sitting around.

I’m not big on perfect measurements and prepare a lot of my foods to taste. After all, my taste buds are king, and I’m not leaving the flavour of my food to chance measurements. Keeping that in mind…

Easy Peasy Pizza Sauce

1 can (175ml) tomato paste
salt
garlic powder
onion powder
rosemary
basil
oregano
one clove of garlic (one clove has the potential to make the sauce very garlicy – you may want to use less if you’re not a big garlic fan like us!)

Add all spices to taste. I did not measure a single ingredient for this recipe and it turned out great, albeit, a little different each time, which doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

Once all of the core components are in the bowl, add a little bit of water at a time, mixing everything together until you reach your desired consistency. The first time I made it, I opted for a bit of a runnier sauce, but then chose to make a thicker sauce the next time around. It’s all about your own preference on this one.

When prepared to your liking, cover and store in the fridge for at least an hour before using. The longer you can let the sauce sit prior to use, the more the flavours infuse, making for an even tastier sauce which is what you want anyhow.

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wednesday reads: go fresh

wednesday reads: go fresh

At the beginning of 2009, I decided to finally start a book blog. I had been no stranger to blogging, having done so for about 11 years by that point.Until then, however, I had mostly kept a very personal blog, writing grocery list type entries about the daily going ons of my life. Exciting, right? Not so much; especially when you’re an average gal and not some controversial socialite in a roaring metropolis.

That was never the point, though. Journaling had always been something I did for myself, stemming from my fear of never wanting to forget those little moments of life that ultimately fade away with time.

It wasn’t until 2007, after a move to Toronto, that I decided to start a blog with a little more focus: big city living.

Apparently, my attention span was about 3 seconds long at the time and it lasted one entry. Pathetic, right?

In 2008, I decided to try my hand at a fashion/bargain hunting blog, as well as a music/concert blog. Both lasted for about 9 entries combined. Having been able to write in a journal/blog daily for just about a decade, my inability to keep up with themed blogs was a touch out of character. I just didn’t seem to have enough to say about one topic. I suppose the 3 second attention span has something to do with that.

Finally, at the tail end of 2008, or maybe sometime in January 2009 after an introspective, drunken New Year’s Eve celebration no doubt, I realised that I was choosing topics that, sure, I had some sort of vague interest in, but wasn’t really in love with. Did I always love clothes? Only when they fit and hugged me with love rather than contempt. Did I always love concerts? Hardly. I hated crowds, rude, young folks because I’m practically 75, and wasting my time waiting around to go just a little bit more deaf, inching myself ever closer to that big hearing aid purchase.

Enter Book Bound, the only focus driven blog that lasted more than a handful of entries. Unfortunately, it, like the rest, eventually fell by the wayside, but only because I got sidetracked and, after too long of a lapse, felt painfully silly and awkward going back to it.

Regardless, Book Bound was more than just a book review blog. I felt book review sites to be too plentiful on the interweb and instead, opted to plainly talk about the books I was reading. I would highlight portions of books that stood out to me and discussed them at length, connecting them to personal situations or life moments at large. It gave me an outlet to talk about books as well as life, in a very round about way.

It went well for about six months. Then, I hopped on a plane, went to England where I was supposed to see one of those last Michael Jackson concerts ever (spoiler: I didn’t see the concert), and came home with one of the worst illnesses ever. Okay. Maybe not ever, but it was pretty awful for a few weeks.

I fell out of my routine and just like that, abandoned Book Bound. I’m sure it hates me by now and has resorted to a making a voo doo doll of yours truly. I guess that explains a lot of things…

HAVING SAID ALL THAT, here we go, starting fresh, with vicentinebooks. Every Wednesday I will either discuss what I’m reading, or what I’m doing in terms of the big, ol’ writing world. NaNoWriMo is less than half a month away and I have every intention to participate again this year, after a two year hiatus. It’s about time I fell back into all of this.

Sometimes, you just need some time to dust away the cobwebs, or clean up after some particularly messy metaphoric life and mental tornadoes. Those are always nasty, nasty storms, aren’t they?

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