IN MY KITCHEN

Holiday Baking Tryouts

I  sat down with my December issue of Country Home magazine yesterday and found a recipe that I was dying to try–Microwave Caramels. I’ve tried out a few candy-type recipes in the last few weeks trying to find something that meets my criteria of yummy, simple and easy– something I can pass out during the holidays to friends. 
Here’s the picture that inspired me:
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cute little caramels, dipped in sprinkles (a family favorite), and so easy that two cute little high school girls could manage the recipe all by themselves.
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So for starters, here’s the recipe listed in Country Home magazine:

MICROWAVE CARAMELS:
nonstick foil (or buttered foil)
1 c. butter
2 1/2 c. packed brown sugar
1 c. light corn syrup
1 14-oz can sweetened condensed milk
1 t. vanilla.

Line a 9×9 baking pan with nonstick (or buttered foil). In a large microwave-safe bowl combine butter, br. sugar, c. syrup and condensed milk; cover loosely with parchment paper. Microwave on high for 4-5 minutes or until butter starts to melt. Whisk to combine mixture. Microwave on high for 4 or 5 minutes more. Whisk well. Microwave an additional 4 to 5 minutes. Whisk gently. Add vanilla.
Pour caramel mixture into the prepared pan. Chill for 1 to 1 1/2 hours or until just firm. Using foil, lift block of caramel from the pan. Use a buttered knife to cut into one inch squares.

First of all the chilling process took far longer than the one to one and a half hours. I left them in the fridge while Emma took her riding lesson(one and a half hours exactly). When I came back they were barely firm. I waited another hour–still not firm. So I put them in the freezer. ( I was working during naps–no patience). After about ten minutes I took them out.
I tried cutting the cute little squares and they just weren’t coming out of the pan in the cute square shapes. They cut beautifully, but the littlest tug (or the heat from my hands) made them sloth into goopy shapes. As soon as I set the cut "squares on the cutting board, they began to sag into round flat blobs.
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So, I decided to improvise. I got out some confectioner’s sugar, dipped my hands in it like flour and began rolling them into little balls. I figured they’d be cute as little buckeye-like caramels, partially dipped in white chocolate and sprinkles. They still sagged into tired little blobs.

But, I kept pushing on, thinking maybe these little blogs were kind of cute. They had sort of a chocolate turtle candy shape to them. It could work. So I melted the  white chocolate, filled a bowl with sprinkles and plowed on. The minute the caramel hit the chocolate it lost all ability to hold itself together.
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The warm chocolate pulled at the caramels and by the time I got them into the sprinkles they were oblong. I tried about ten of these, looked at the two trays of blobs I had sitting on my counter waiting for dipping and then threw in the towel.
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(this one is exceptionally bad, the first one I dipped.)

So, if you’re interested, I have half a block of caramels and about thirty caramel blobs clogging up the counter in my kitchen right now. Help yourself. (and by the way, they do taste pretty good, but one is about my max.)

So I hate to discourage you from trying this recipe. In fact, I’d love for someone else to try it and tell me what happens. Am I missing some key element that would have made this recipe one hundred percent better? Should I have chilled it longer? Chilled in between steps? Go for it. And let me know if you do.

But, I don’t think I’ll be ringing anyone’s doorbell this Christmas with a cute little tin of microwave caramels in hand….

I  sat down with my December issue of Country Home magazine yesterday and found a recipe that I was dying to try–Microwave Caramels. I’ve tried out a few candy-type recipes in the last few weeks trying to find something that meets my criteria of yummy, simple and easy– something I can pass out during the holidays to friends. 
Here’s the picture that inspired me:
P1010001_8

cute little caramels, dipped in sprinkles (a family favorite), and so easy that two cute little high school girls could manage the recipe all by themselves.
P1010003_10

So for starters, here’s the recipe listed in Country Home magazine:

MICROWAVE CARAMELS:
nonstick foil (or buttered foil)
1 c. butter
2 1/2 c. packed brown sugar
1 c. light corn syrup
1 14-oz can sweetened condensed milk
1 t. vanilla.

Line a 9×9 baking pan with nonstick (or buttered foil). In a large microwave-safe bowl combine butter, br. sugar, c. syrup and condensed milk; cover loosely with parchment paper. Microwave on high for 4-5 minutes or until butter starts to melt. Whisk to combine mixture. Microwave on high for 4 or 5 minutes more. Whisk well. Microwave an additional 4 to 5 minutes. Whisk gently. Add vanilla.
Pour caramel mixture into the prepared pan. Chill for 1 to 1 1/2 hours or until just firm. Using foil, lift block of caramel from the pan. Use a buttered knife to cut into one inch squares.

First of all the chilling process took far longer than the one to one and a half hours. I left them in the fridge while Emma took her riding lesson(one and a half hours exactly). When I came back they were barely firm. I waited another hour–still not firm. So I put them in the freezer. ( I was working during naps–no patience). After about ten minutes I took them out.
I tried cutting the cute little squares and they just weren’t coming out of the pan in the cute square shapes. They cut beautifully, but the littlest tug (or the heat from my hands) made them sloth into goopy shapes. As soon as I set the cut "squares on the cutting board, they began to sag into round flat blobs.
P1010017_2

So, I decided to improvise. I got out some confectioner’s sugar, dipped my hands in it like flour and began rolling them into little balls. I figured they’d be cute as little buckeye-like caramels, partially dipped in white chocolate and sprinkles. They still sagged into tired little blobs.

But, I kept pushing on, thinking maybe these little blogs were kind of cute. They had sort of a chocolate turtle candy shape to them. It could work. So I melted the  white chocolate, filled a bowl with sprinkles and plowed on. The minute the caramel hit the chocolate it lost all ability to hold itself together.
P1010018_3

The warm chocolate pulled at the caramels and by the time I got them into the sprinkles they were oblong. I tried about ten of these, looked at the two trays of blobs I had sitting on my counter waiting for dipping and then threw in the towel.
P1010020_4

(this one is exceptionally bad, the first one I dipped.)

So, if you’re interested, I have half a block of caramels and about thirty caramel blobs clogging up the counter in my kitchen right now. Help yourself. (and by the way, they do taste pretty good, but one is about my max.)

So I hate to discourage you from trying this recipe. In fact, I’d love for someone else to try it and tell me what happens. Am I missing some key element that would have made this recipe one hundred percent better? Should I have chilled it longer? Chilled in between steps? Go for it. And let me know if you do.

But, I don’t think I’ll be ringing anyone’s doorbell this Christmas with a cute little tin of microwave caramels in hand….

celebrations

The Catch-up in pictures (and words)

***first a quick random item: sometimes when I sit down to my laptop at my desk (which also doubles as my sewing table) I look under the table, feeling with my foot for the sewing machine pedal–as if I need to use it, in order to make my laptop work….odd, I know.**

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Well, we’ve returned from the holidays feeling about as stuffed and satisfied as these little cheeks are with fluffy, white marshmallows. The girls never recovered in time from their colds, and in all reality were probably at their worst while we were away. But we still managed to leave with the full, satisfied feeling after a good weekend with family.
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Emma quietly summed up our car ride to my mom’s house in her notebook:
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"Daddy crying because he can’t find a place to get a cup of coffee."
(it made for a high-stress first hour of our roadtrip)
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"Daddy happy because he finally found a cup of coffee at the gas station."
(But a very BAD cup of coffee.)

Meanwhile she also left this note for us when we got home.
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For those of you who need a translation (like her own mother did)–the sign says, "BUY GOLDFISH". I guessed it was a stove and a fish, but silly me, ha!–it’s a cash register and a goldfish! Isn’t it funny how even her images for the two words are drawn backwards-with the cash register (buy) on the right, and the fish (goldfish) on the left–just like we all discussed at the end of this post.
She’s been hounding us about this for weeks, and I imagine Santa will get involved.

The background of this picture is part of my next project. But instead of writing a giant post today, I’ll save that for tomorrow.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday and you’re joyously looking forward to the holidays ahead. I’m feeling very inspired by yesterday’s Pay-It-Forward show on Oprah and a short little snippet I read in a magazine about a women who sewed tote bags and filled them with toiletries for women in her local homeless shelter. Yesterday was the first time I have made it through an entire oprah show in a long time. I couldn’t peel myself away from all the inspiring acts of generousity. Then a quick trip to target this morning brought all of that consumer-driven, spending-overload smack in my face. I really want to find a way to bring  that spirit of  giving, generosity, and love into our holiday, especially for my children. 

***first a quick random item: sometimes when I sit down to my laptop at my desk (which also doubles as my sewing table) I look under the table, feeling with my foot for the sewing machine pedal–as if I need to use it, in order to make my laptop work….odd, I know.**

P1010003_9

Well, we’ve returned from the holidays feeling about as stuffed and satisfied as these little cheeks are with fluffy, white marshmallows. The girls never recovered in time from their colds, and in all reality were probably at their worst while we were away. But we still managed to leave with the full, satisfied feeling after a good weekend with family.
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Emma quietly summed up our car ride to my mom’s house in her notebook:
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"Daddy crying because he can’t find a place to get a cup of coffee."
(it made for a high-stress first hour of our roadtrip)
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"Daddy happy because he finally found a cup of coffee at the gas station."
(But a very BAD cup of coffee.)

Meanwhile she also left this note for us when we got home.
P1010005_7
For those of you who need a translation (like her own mother did)–the sign says, "BUY GOLDFISH". I guessed it was a stove and a fish, but silly me, ha!–it’s a cash register and a goldfish! Isn’t it funny how even her images for the two words are drawn backwards-with the cash register (buy) on the right, and the fish (goldfish) on the left–just like we all discussed at the end of this post.
She’s been hounding us about this for weeks, and I imagine Santa will get involved.

The background of this picture is part of my next project. But instead of writing a giant post today, I’ll save that for tomorrow.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday and you’re joyously looking forward to the holidays ahead. I’m feeling very inspired by yesterday’s Pay-It-Forward show on Oprah and a short little snippet I read in a magazine about a women who sewed tote bags and filled them with toiletries for women in her local homeless shelter. Yesterday was the first time I have made it through an entire oprah show in a long time. I couldn’t peel myself away from all the inspiring acts of generousity. Then a quick trip to target this morning brought all of that consumer-driven, spending-overload smack in my face. I really want to find a way to bring  that spirit of  giving, generosity, and love into our holiday, especially for my children. 

sewing projects

turkey(s) with stuffing

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I’m still working my way down that to-do list. Yesterday was ‘place cards’ for the kids at thanksgiving dinner. My place cards are pretty non-traditional–these stuffed turkeys will be at each plate along with a little name tag strung around their middles.

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There are five turkeys in the clutch (brood? what do you call a nest full of turkeys?) And the worst part was cutting out those knobby-kneed legs.
Emma is having a hard time distinguishing between turkeys and chickens. Every time we pass one of those over-the-top inflatable turkey yard ornaments, she laughs and says, "mom, did you SEE that chicken??!!" And no, Emma, these are not the chickens for the kids at Thanksgiving. These are the turkeys–for the tenth time!!
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(this one’s my favorite because I put his feet on backwards)

Perhaps her forgetfulness is closely related to the fact that "it hurts inside her horehead (forehead)", the skin below her nose matches the color of her rosy-red lips, and I listen to her sniff and snort every twelve seconds. Yes, two days before thanksgiving, I’m nursing two babes back to health. Mary has pretty much the same symptoms as Emma, along with a nasty fever. I like those fevers because it means her body is fighting off the sickness. (right, mom?) We barely made it to the drug store for grape Tylenol and the library for a few movies before everyone collapsed in tears in the parking lot. (I did manage to hold back tears of my own, tho’).

Now, they’re both under quilts on the sofa watching Kipper. Emma is sucking her thumb and rubbing her belly and Mary is sucking her hand (yes, her hand–just below the thumb) and rubbing back and forth right under her nose.  My little lumps on the sofa. Eventually, I’ll drag them off for chicken noodle soup and naps….And I’ll take the quiet afternoon at home to get laundry done and my pies and bread made before we head to western Maryland on Thursday.

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I’m still working my way down that to-do list. Yesterday was ‘place cards’ for the kids at thanksgiving dinner. My place cards are pretty non-traditional–these stuffed turkeys will be at each plate along with a little name tag strung around their middles.

P1010008_3
There are five turkeys in the clutch (brood? what do you call a nest full of turkeys?) And the worst part was cutting out those knobby-kneed legs.
Emma is having a hard time distinguishing between turkeys and chickens. Every time we pass one of those over-the-top inflatable turkey yard ornaments, she laughs and says, "mom, did you SEE that chicken??!!" And no, Emma, these are not the chickens for the kids at Thanksgiving. These are the turkeys–for the tenth time!!
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(this one’s my favorite because I put his feet on backwards)

Perhaps her forgetfulness is closely related to the fact that "it hurts inside her horehead (forehead)", the skin below her nose matches the color of her rosy-red lips, and I listen to her sniff and snort every twelve seconds. Yes, two days before thanksgiving, I’m nursing two babes back to health. Mary has pretty much the same symptoms as Emma, along with a nasty fever. I like those fevers because it means her body is fighting off the sickness. (right, mom?) We barely made it to the drug store for grape Tylenol and the library for a few movies before everyone collapsed in tears in the parking lot. (I did manage to hold back tears of my own, tho’).

Now, they’re both under quilts on the sofa watching Kipper. Emma is sucking her thumb and rubbing her belly and Mary is sucking her hand (yes, her hand–just below the thumb) and rubbing back and forth right under her nose.  My little lumps on the sofa. Eventually, I’ll drag them off for chicken noodle soup and naps….And I’ll take the quiet afternoon at home to get laundry done and my pies and bread made before we head to western Maryland on Thursday.