Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2015

Spring flowers in Anchorage -- April 9, 2015




What we've been waiting for! A rakish daffodil at Hohn Apartments, with just one petal extended to greet spring.


A profusion of hyacinths at the State Farm house on Sixth Avenue across from the Museum.


I have no idea what either of these flowers are, but I'm delighted to see them.


Besides the flowers, we came across a few other sights worth noting:

Chainsaw bears in South Addition, with a picnic table, and a windowless canvas tent.


A large boulder in someone's front yard that spoke of millions of years of formation.


Lichens, moss, and bits of dead grasses on a birch stump.


A few small piles of snow, like this one, stubbornly resisting acknowledging that spring has arrived.


An Easter egg mystery -- what did it contain? and why was it cast aside, forlorn on the Park Strip?

A park swing, begging for someone to appreciate it (and finding the perfect person).


Tiny grape hyacinths, paving the way for the tulips to come.


A small bouquet on a table at Fire Island Bakeshop.








Sunday, April 5, 2015

April 4, 2015 -- raking in the sunshine


Azalea at Bell's Nursery.


We started the sunny morning with a quick trip to Fire Island -- packed, of course, with people picking up their holiday orders. Many of the bakers and staff had been there since 6:00 a.m. or before; at 10:30, they were showing signs of wear, but were all still cheerful and organized.

We treated ourselves (OK, me) to a stop at Bell's Nursery to see the flowers. Pink azaleas at Bell's Nursery. Another woman admiring them, and I agreed that they would never look like this again if planted in our gardens. At $75 for each plant, we felt justified in leaving them for someone who could give them a better home.

The Easter Bunny had arrived, and was being nestled into his chair among flowers and Easter eggs by a team of photographer plus kid/parent wrangler, They were arranging the props, twitching his ears into photogenic positions, and then helping settle the first baby into his lap.


Sun and blue sky over the Chugach Range on our way home.


Our leaf-covered yard on the west side of the house.

It was time, we felt, to clean up the yard, for heavens' sake. Usually, this awareness would not strike us until early May. But many of our neighbors are way ahead of us, and we find it harder and harder to argue that "we just got back from California," because it's less and less true. So I spent an hour in the cool sunshine picking up branches that the wind storms blew down over the winter, and beginning to rake.

Partially-raked lawn on the west side of the house.

As I pulled the leaf mulch off the west garden bed, green yarrow leaves, clover , grasses, and daisies showed themselves. Yard work is rewarding -- it's simple, the air is fresh, sun shining, no mosquitoes, and what an improvement a little effort makes! The neighbors' daughter was trying out her electric scooter, another neighbor's son went by with his friend on their unicycles, and the occasional dog walker went by with the contemplative focus that dog walkers often have.


Mid-afternoon we went to Bear Tooth to see the movie that the Municipality commissioned to celebrate the Centennial (the first lots of the Anchorage townsite were sold in the summer of 1915, and we will be hearing a great deal more about the Centennial in the coming months).

A view of the tent city along Ship Creek from Government Hill. Before showing the movie, Todd Hardesty, one of the directors showed a series of still photos that he acquired from eBay. [As far as I know, they are free of copyright, and I can reproduce them here without any qualms.]


Auctioning off the first lots in the summer of 1915. Note the Montana Pool Hall in the background; there were 2,000 men, women, and children in the tent city with all sorts of businesses to serve them.


A community party on the shore of Lake Spenard. This was our favorite place to swim when the kids were young, but it's not allowed any longer. The hemisphere in the bottom middle of the photo is the head of a gentleman sitting in front of the screen.

Note the legend on the photo, to the right: "Members of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce enjoying golf at Anchorage . . ." This is the present-day Park Strip with the Chugach mountains to the east.


Many different services were available -- just this one small house has "Furnished rooms, Tub baths, Violet ray [not sure what that is], Vibration massage."

A friendly moose at Elmendorf Air Force Base in the 1940s.

A couple, newly arrived in the late 1940s, in the winter. We wondered how long they stayed.

By the time we got out of the movie, the blue skies had been replaced by clouds. That's life in Anchorage.


Plant starts by the hundreds at Bell's -- actually, by the thousands; this is a very small section of them.

Miniature yellow rose bush. the lady who felt intimidated by the azalea left with one of these.








Tuesday, April 8, 2014

E. J.'s authentic Philly pretzels




 Soft pretzels, Philly style, with sea salt flakes, and butter glaze. [Photo, TW Carns]

My friend E.J. from Pennsylvania says these are the real deal. Having never eaten a Philly pretzel, I have no way of telling, but the ones he made sure tasted good, so I tried his recipe.

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Painting  from Alsace, 12th century C.E., may be the earliest picture of a pretzel (on the table). From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hortus_Deliciarum_1190.jpg.

I reviewed pretzel recipes on a few web sites to see what the most important things about baking pretzels might be. Bottom line -- boil  or dip them briefly, in an alkaline bath (made with baking soda or lye; here's a link to a discussion of the merits of each). That's what makes them pretzels rather than bread. Boiling them helps set the proteins on the outside, limiting how much they can rise in the oven. That gives them a texture that's denser and chewier than regular breads.

They also are pretzels because of the way that they are traditionally twisted, representing someone praying according to many accounts They were good for Lent because Christians in the Middle Ages and Renaissance gave up all meat, dairy products, and fat for the forty days, and pretzels are just flour, water, and salt.

 Photo, traditional pretzel twist, looking like arms across chest in a gesture of prayer. [How Stuff Works.]

I wondered what makes a bagel actually a bagel instead of a pretzel -- because you boil both of them. Historically, it appears that bagels descended from pretzels, a "Christian" bread, remade in Jewish ghettos in the Middle Ages and Renaissance. (Of course, others suggest that the pretzel itself descended from circular Pagan breads, made to represent the sun.)

Two answers to the bagel question were, a) some sweetening (often mixed into the dough), and b) some malt or malt syrup, either in the dough or in the water. I didn't have malt on hand, and impatient as always, didn't want to go out for it. One recipe recommended boiling the bagels in sweetened water, so I tried that, and sure enough -- they tasted bagel-ish, not pretzel-ish. On the other hand, as I read further, I found recipes for boiling bagels in water with baking soda (just like pretzels), or with nothing in the water, etc. So the answer to the question of why is it a bagel rather than a pretzel (besides the shape) remains ambiguous, like so many culinary questions.

E.J. Pavsek Philadelphia pretzel recipe - 5/19/2012

      This recipe is a basic yeast dough -- flour, water, salt. You're kneading it; letting it go through a standard first rise (about an hour, until about doubled); cutting and shaping the dough (either pretzels or bagels); boiling it very briefly and draining it; baking in a hot oven; letting cool a bit before eating.

Ingredients

1 package dry yeast (or 2 1/4 tsp active dry yeast from a jar)
1 1/4 cup warm water
2 teaspoons salt
4 to 5 cups all purpose flour

4 teaspoons baking soda (for pretzels), 1 1/2 Tablespoons golden syrup (for bagels), in 4 cups boiling water

Kosher salt, coarse (or other toppings, as desired); melted butter if desired

How to make them

     Make the dough

Dissolve yeast in 1/4 cup of the warm water, and let stand for about 10 minutes until foamy. Stir in the rest of the water (one more cup).

Mix 4 cups all purpose flour and salt in a large mixing bowl. Add the yeast in water and enough additional flour (or water, as needed) to make a stiff dough. As with any yeast dough, the proportions of flour and water will vary somewhat depending on the season, humidity, and so forth).

     Knead, and let the dough rise

Knead dough for 10 minutes on lightly floured board OR until dough is elastic. Form the dough into a ball, coat lightly with butter, place in bowl. Cover the bowl loosely with plastic wrap and let rise for 45 minutes. Note that this dough only rises once.

Dough in bowl, ready to rise. Cover with a damp towel or lightly layer plastic wrap over it, to keep it from drying out. [Photo, TW Carns]


     Shape and boil the pretzels/bagels

At the beginning of this step, shaping and boiling the pretzels/bagels, do these three things:
  • Preheat oven to 475 degrees;
  • Butter a baking sheet; and
  • Bring to a boil 4 cups of water, and dissolve 4 Tablespoons of baking soda in it (for pretzels) or 1 1/2 Tablespoons of golden syrup (for bagels).
I made small, snack or appetizer-size pretzels and bagels, by pinching off a small dough ball (one ounce for each pretzel or bagel), rolling it by hand into a 8 or 10 inch long x 1/2 inch diameter rope, and forming the rope into a pretzel (see pictures here) or bagel shape. E. J. noted that for larger pretzels, "It’s easier to make the 'ropes' of dough by rolling out all your dough with a rolling pin, cutting it into strips, and rolling the strips lengthwise."

                            Shaped pretzels, ready to boil. [Photo, TW Carns]

Drop pretzels into boiling water; fish them out after 5 to 10 seconds using a slotted spoon (the surface will look a little dimpled). Drain them on paper toweling, briefly, and put them onto the buttered baking sheet.

Boiling the bagels, in 4 cups of water, with 1 1/2 Tablespoons of golden syrup added. The pretzels were boiled in 4 cups of water with 4 Tablespoons of baking soda added. [Photo, TW Carns]

Sprinkle with sea salt, to taste (Maldon flakes are a good size), or use kosher salt.

             Boiled pretzels, sprinkled with salt and ready to bake. [Photo, TW Carns]

Bake for 8 to 12 minutes OR until golden (start checking at 6 minutes). Cool on a rack.

Pretzels, some salted and some not, cooling. Brush them with melted butter, if you like. [Photo, TW Carns]


                            Baked snack-size bagels. [Photo, TW Carns]



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Pretzel as bakers emblem, traditional in Goerlitz, Germany.

Historical notes

Easter: Besides being a Lenten food, in some places a pretzel was hidden, along with two hard-boiled eggs, for people to find on Easter.

Weddings:  Pretzels were associated with marriages as well. One site notes  that the knotted shape represented the binding of the two parties, or, "Tying the knot."  "Weddings in Europe for a time used the tradition of the bride and groom tugging at a pretzel like a wishbone, the larger piece assured the spouses fulfillment of their wishes."

Coming to the United States: From foodtimeline.org, under "Pretzels  --  "The Dutch probably brought the pretzel to America, and there is a story that in 1652 a settler named Jochem Wessel was arrested for using good flour to make pretzels to sell to the Indians at a time when his white neighbors were eating bran flour. The first mention of the word 'pretzel' in American print was about 1824, and the first commercial pretzel bakery in the United States was set up in 1861 by Julius Sturgis and Ambrose Rauch in Lititz, Pennsylvania. Most pretzels are twisted by machine, introduced in 1933." ---Encyclopedia of American Food and Drink, John F. Mariani [Lebhar-Friedman:New York] 1999 (p. 255-6)


                       Jacob Fobsen Van Es Déjeuner Nancy  (1596–1666).