Holiday Shortbread for a (Stop-Everything-and-Hibernate) Cold Christmas

We drove nearly two hours for gluten free perogies. Up past rows of newly built houses and across lights that flickered red to green and back again. We took the scenic route, turning left off the highway to stop suddenly at a small garage at the end of a vineyard. Inside, buckets lined the wall, along with grapes, apples, pears, and squash ($1.00 each!) that were all for sale. 

We fumbled around our pockets for change, hopping from one foot to another in equal excitement and desperation. Such delicious grapes those were, but we had to leave empty-handed, not a coin had found its way into our hands to be exchanged for the delicious produce laid out. 

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Curiosity, Courage, and Chicken Pot Pies

Wrapped up in a cosy green, a colour which covers all the walls in this house, and symbolises the growth and rejuvenation it once stood for, and perhaps brings to us as well, I sipped a hot ginger and lemon tea and read a book beside the trails of rain streaming down the windows. Through a storm we spent huddled on our big couch or behind a pair of binoculars trying to spot the first white caps thundering into the harbour. Behind thick lenses we could see a brave fisherman in the wind, and the train of seagulls behind the boat as his crab traps were pulled up from under the waves. It was wonderful to feel so at home behind the front of a big storm rolling in, and the cups of tea held between our hands, or hot plates for dinner, kept us feeling comforted and warm. 

Perhaps it's just the cold left behind from a busy weekend of showing my friends some of my favourite places here while they visited, including a full bakery breakfast and some gluten free French toast for me, as well as a trip to Victoria in the pouring rain, but I've found having so much time difficult at the moment. Maybe it's also that we've been here a month now, and we really are settling in, I mean mum's getting movie suggestions from ladies at the grocery store checkout and we actually recognise people on our daily walks ("he was here yesterday," mum will whisper to me, or I'll wonder where the tall guy was as we come back around the beach). Especially underneath the patter of the continuous and comforting sounds of rain, and left dependant on ginger teas and Tylenol, as well as warming dinners such as home made chilli and steaming chicken pot pies, I almost feel restless to get out and explore, and finally find a foothold in this new town, among new people, and to step there to begin a climb into the unknown.

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Poppy Seed Crackers while Everything Seems so Sweet

I love Father's Day for the same reason I love birthdays: it gives me a chance to show someone special just how much they mean to me, and in a way that may be over the top on any given day. It's good to have a whole day, and an excuse, to stay up late making a card with delicate lettering and meaningful phrases, as well as having a motive to mix up some delicious treats for when dad wakes up the next morning. On any other weekend, someone might say I was obsessed with the whole idea, but luckily this week was Father's Day. I made a super hero themed card for my dad, with his own superhero on the front - a 'K' on his chest and a big blue cape flying out behind him - and to go with it, a box of Chocolate Coconut Clusters. (Mum and I stole a couple before dad took them all to work this week!)

Just after waking up and putting the kettle on for some tea, which was enjoyed as we stood out on the newly renovated and sunny deck, we drove across island to the golf course restaurant for a special brunch. Again, we faced a few moments of brisk wind on the patio in anticipation of catching the

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Drive Roll

You wouldn't believe the hype around here for Justin Bieber's Believe tour. I've never known so many people to go to one concert, at the same venue and time, and all people who I know. And some even got backstage passes - the opportunity to meet him.

Three friends and I were driven down to Tacoma, a three or four hour drive from here for my mum, with the cost of a hotel to share. Tuesday afternoon, with passports and money secured, as well as the tickets for the show safely stored someplace we would remember, my mum picked us up from school early, and we were off.

Music loud, and sun pouring down, the excitement for the next twenty four hours away built. Brick upon brick, joke upon joke, and tumbling down with pouring laughter.

It was hot in the car, and mum and I constantly fiddled back and forth with the temperature dial, me favouring the red side, where warm air escaped from the vents and blanketed me, and mum the blue, causing my toes to chill as icy particles splintered through my cocoon. The temperature outside read above 15°C, and as we drove mum commented,

"It feels like a May long weekend!"

Just like the days when school comes to the end early, and we all dash off for the weekend as a much needed get away, giving us all that extra push of motivation to carry on working and finish the end of the year.

We've had enough tests this week for it to feel like exam time, I've been swamped every evening, underneath toppled textbooks and scattered pens, creating a jungle around me as I sit wrapped up in slippers and a big sweater, cradling my iPad, and fingers drumming at the keys as I slip into zombie-mode...

Must. Get. This. Done. Tonight.

Until mum shouts out,

"Would you like a cuppa tea!?"

Everyone napped as the car edged through traffic, a stalled stampede through the winding array of businesses as we neared Seattle. Truck and RV vendors lined the highway, as advertisements decked out in quickly fading colours dotted along became blurred swatches of colour as we sped up.

The hotel which we checked into was nothing glamorous, with a double bed for two to share, extra padded as requested for a good sleep, and a TV on the wall. Very American. Downstairs, little girls dressed in purple t-shirts with slogans of

Believe Tour 2012

And,

Justin Bieber We Love You,

Matched with little tutus danced around the foyer in excitement, smiles expanding as the time closed in. 3 hours.

In our room we donned make up and heels, and tried not to laugh at how silly we might look with so many younger kids around, in their pony tails and sneakers.

The venue of the concert was a dome building, with seats up the sides of the stage in the centre. We arrived in the middle of the opening act, Carly Rae Jepson, and the stands were only three quarters full. Many people, like us, thought they had loads of time to wait, as nothing ever starts on time!

I loved the costumes some girls wore, matching pinks and purples, matching hats and shirts, and my favourite, the hot pink skirts that read

'Swaggy'

On the back.

That was Tuesday night, and the last day of what still felt like summer. Today, I watched as rain drops fell down the windows, as if racing each other to the bottom.

I cheered for the underdog, slowly crawling and diagonally approaching the race. Slow and steady. If only I had taken heed of that advice as I cooked, maybe I would have remembered all the ingredients.

Like the butter. Which caused my pastry to resemble a cocoon, protecting the little caterpillar inside.

Although, I can't deny what I learnt from it, watching my little rolls sitting in the oven. I explored another consistency from baking with gluten-free flours, only found from straying from the written and tested recipes. Or forgetting to follow the path completely.

Butter is vital for many baked items, including cookies, cakes and pastries. The richness, as well as its creaminess, improves the texture, flavour, and moisture, as well as even freshness of whatever its used in. Butter, as the preferred fat by chefs all across the world, although I often opt for Earth Balance spread, serves for different purposes depending on the temperature.

Chilled butter, best when stored in the coldest part of the fridge, is specifically used for some pie crusts. Cold butter causes the flour to absorb less of the moisture contained within butter, and results in a flaky, crisper consistency.

Alternately, butter kept at room temperature is usually required for recipes that call for creaming together the butter and sugar. This process involves incorporating air, which helps with the process of rising as it bakes. The best temperature for storing butter at room temperature is between about 18°C and 21°C.

Finally, melted butter is often reserved for cooking sauces, and pan-frying, however sometimes it is used in baking recipes, such as cheesecake crusts. Using melted butter adds small amounts of flavour and moisture to dry ingredients.

So here, with butter this time, are my sausage rolls.

Gluten-Free Turkey Sausage Rolls
Print recipe. 

I really started crying this time, when I chopped the onions I mean. I must have been really upset about chopping up such a beautiful onion. Well actually, it was just really fresh. If this happens to you, causing you to sniffle and tear up while cooking, and forcing odd expressions of shock from those around,

"Whats wrong!?"

Chewing gum is meant to help. Try it!


My first attempt replaced the egg in this recipe with ground flax, preferable if you don't eat eggs or are allergic, however the result was crumbly, and the pastry was extremely difficult to work with. The second time, I completely forgot the butter! Which caused the pastry to resemble a shell-like cocoon, although still tasty. I also found that they took much longer to cook without butter, or any replacement. Finally, I remembered all the ingredients, and worked with proper flours to reach a perfect result.

Make 12 regular sized sausage rolls.

Ingredients

Pastry

3/4 c blanched almond meal
3/4 c potato flour (not starch!)
1 c brown rice flour
3/4 c tapioca flour
1/2 tsp salt

1 egg
1/3 c butter, or dairy-free replacement
about 3/4 c chilled water

2 tbsp milk for brushing

Filling

500 g ground turkey

1 carrot, grated
1 apple, grated
1 brown onion, grated
2 tbsp fresh chives, chopped finely
2 fresh basil leaves, chopped finely

1 tsp ground cumin
1/2 tsp paprika
1 tbsp thyme leaves
salt and pepper to season

Using an egg helps bind together the pastry...

So that this is finally possible!

Directions

Pastry

Preheat the oven to 350°F and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

In a food processor combine the dry ingredients, pulse, then add the chilled butter until the mixture resembles bread crumbs. Pour in the egg and mix.

With the motor still running slowly add water until the pastry forms a ball. Remove from the processor, wrap in plastic wrap, and place in the freezer for 10-15 minutes.

Filling

Meanwhile, combine all ingredients in a large bowl for the filling, squeezing the juices from the grated carrot, apple and onion before adding. Stir well, making sure ingredients are spread throughout the entire mixture. Set aside.

Pastry

Remove the pastry from the freezer and cut in half. With one half roll it out on a piece of parchment sprinkled with brown rice flour. Shape into a long rectangle approximately 1/4 inch thick.

Spoon the filling down the centre. Using the parchment paper underneath, fold the long edges over the filling.

Brush milk over the edges to help with sticking, and roll the pastry overtop, cinching the edges together. Place the roll so that the edges are underneath.

Cut into desired sizes, and place on the lined baking sheet. With extra milk, brush the tops of each sausage roll.

Bake for 20-30 minutes, and allow to cool for 5-10 minutes before serving.

Delicious with caramelised onions or ketchup (not Heinz brand!)

Maybe to Share

I walked into the store yesterday after forgetting the vital ingredients of a pumpkin cheesecake, and was bombarded by a flurry of movement. Last minute shoppers, like myself, were hastily grabbing items off the shelves as if it were the last one left on the island. Chances are, that will probably happen by Sunday this weekend. Thanksgiving always embarks with busier ferry rides, great weather, and dwindling shelf stocks.

A group of friends and I are having our own Thanksgiving tonight, divvying up the plates to bring, and then meeting in the afternoon to cook the turkey. It's our first attempt at cooking a turkey, without the assurance of adults monitoring the progress and carefully taking the inside temperature to check against the time. One will be bringing his homemade cranberry sauce, another their stuffing, and a series of desserts will also make their way onto the table. As always, they're the favourite.

The problem is? A lot will be made with wheat; the pies will be made with a wheat flour pastry, the stuffing from bread.

Luckily, as I came home yesterday, chilled by the winds outside and loving the idea of a hot oven baking delicious sweets, I set to baking a gluten free cheesecake. Maybe to share.

The cheesecake is egg free this time, as one of my friends that will be there tonight has a severe egg allergy, an obstacle to eating many desserts people bake. Surprisingly, this didn't change the consistency of the cheesecake too much, only increasing the time required in the oven. The berries of summer, bright in colours and flavours, used in my last cheesecake recipe were replaced with fall ingredients: the flavours associated with autumn, warm and comforting, and (thankfully) the bridge from summer into the cold, icy winters.

I'm thankful for the time Thanksgiving occurs, as its a perfect interlude of busy schedules, and a time to relax, reflect and rejuvenate. The weekend is for a little personal R&R, with the added bonus of really good food to aid the replenishing of motivation. The extended weekend, if only for a day, changes Sunday's atmosphere by reducing the ominous presence of Monday ahead - threatening to bring us back to that busy schedule once again. Sunday becomes another Saturday, another day to enjoy the time walking trails with the dog, or playing in the yard with family and friends.

I awoke relaxed for the first time in ages this morning, noted by mum as I sat, reflected, and didn't jump in anticipation for the dishes to be cleared from the morning's coffee, and start on the next job of the day. Instead, by contemplating my state, definitely peaceful, I was able to enjoy the fact that the sun shined brightly, without any evidence of the usual mosaic of clouds in the sky, and I could spend a few enjoyable hours basking in the vitamin D... A remedial nutrient to health, increasingly apparent as the days shorten, and the majority of daylight is spent inside, or wrapped up in layers of clothing, further banishing the sun from the sight of our skin.

Mum exclaimed that I was "pensive, perhaps relaxed."

And that "something was different today."

I think its the open air and clear sky above this weekend, uplifting everyone's mood atleast, and also opening by mind into the realisation that the little stresses swaying me so much during the week cannot have any positive outcome, nor do they help me in finishing projects, or enjoying each day. Things to do are only blown out of proportion, making them see like the end of the world, unthinkably large and unmeasurable. Potentially, this weekend has the power to unleash my inner calm, previously barricaded and locked away, the key thrown to the stresses in my mind. Like the leaves of fall, blown from the tree to a new location, but in time they renew into new plants, new life.

The beauty of fall intrigues me.

The warmth and comfort of Thanksgiving dinners, with leftovers packaged and stored in the fridge for the upcoming week to come, sustains my excitement for change.

Flavours, spices that uplift the senses, unify the meals we cook this season.

The scarf, still hanging on the rack until the wind blows colder, will tie together every moment, as it reappears in photos taken.

Pumpkins resemble the unity and family we cherish during this holiday. A symbol seen throughout autumn.

Mixing the crust... and maybe stealing a spoonful!

Gluten-Free Pumpkin Cheesecake (Egg-free too!)
Print recipe.

A rich and creamy denouement to any fall dinner, especially Thanksgiving, as the rich spices invigorate digestion through the senses. The nutty base is a perfect alternative to using gluten-free biscuits for the crust, adding more flavour to the entire dessert. You can alter the amount of spices to create the perfect pair to your flavour of cheesecake.

Makes one 9-inch cheesecake.

Ingredients

Crust:

1/4 c butter, melted
1/3 c almond meal (blanched)
2/3 c ground whole almonds
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tsp ground ginger
1/3 c brown sugar
1/4 c white rice flour
2 tbsp arrowroot powder

Filling:

250 g cream cheese (light)
250 mL creme fraiche

1/2 c plain Greek yogourt
2 c canned pumpkin
1 1/2 c white sugar
1/2 tsp ginger
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp cloves
2 tsp cinnamon

Directions

Preheat the oven to 350°F and line a 9-inch removable bottom pan with parchment paper. Trace the bottom to create a circle of parchment to layer the base, and line the sides.

In a small bowl combine the filling ingredients, making sure ingredients are equally dispersed throughout the mixture.

Press the mixture onto the base of the pan, evenly spreading it out across.

Place the pan in the oven, and bake for 30 minutes.

Remove from oven and allow to cool for 5-10 minutes.

In another, larger bowl, add the cream cheese and creme fraiche together. Beat on medium speed to blend and soften.

Add in the yogourt, canned pumpkin, sugar and spices. Stir until combined, and then beat until creamy and soft.

Pour the filling over the base, levelling it across.

Bake for 1 hour.

Upon removing from the oven, allow to cool completely before transferring it to the fridge to set for a minimum of 3 hours, preferably overnight.

Delicious with a topping of fresh whip cream.