All posts filed under: Quick Breads

Cinnamon Bun French Toast

You can all blame my sister for this…. Not that it doesn’t sound like “Fat Boy Breakfast” on steroids…. because it is. But, because I never… ever… would have considered doing it if she hadn’t told Jane about what she had for Brunch yesterday. … and, Jane wanted them… …and, I can’t buy the Whack-On-The-Counter rolls anymore, so I had to make them from scratch. “Why the tube-type cinnamon rolls, you ask?” Because, to make french toast, you need something drier than a moist gooey, glaze covered, cinnamon roll in order to get all that eggy milk batter to soak all in and make everything yummy. So, yeah… I made them from scratch. … then let them sit overnight just so I’d be sure to have the perfect egg-soaking sponge for the toast. Drier Cinnamon Buns – Perfect for Making Cinnamon Bun French Toast Makes 12 Buns Ingredients 2 Cups AP Flour 1/2 Cup Self Rising Flour 1/2 Cup Butter 1 Egg 1 Teaspoon Vanilla 1 Teaspoon Salt 3 Teaspoons Dry Active Yeast 1/2 Cup Water …

Taste of Summer – Jamaican Banana Bread

I think my parents kept the Time/Life publishing company in business. For a period of time, Dad would buy every box set of music they came out with. And Jane, well it was cookbooks, of course. Not that there was anything wrong with that. From the International Series, that was a little geographic lesson, a cultural sneak peek, and a cookbook rolled into a neatly packaged compendium (complete with a decorative box sleeve), to my all time favorite, The Good Cook – which  consisted of 27 volumes, each devoted to a particular subject. Each were printed, boxed, and lovingly shipped in monthly surprises from the late 70’s to early 80’s. It is my absolute favorite cookbook collection, and even today, I refer to them often when I need a little inspiration. As it so happens, I got a little banana crazy a month ago, and started buying a bunch of banana every week. I like a banana, but I really only like them when they are still just off the green and beginning to turn yellow. …

Bread Whore – Bread, Cakes, and Knuckle Sammiches

Arguably, not my finest hour. But in my defense – I didn’t throw the first punch, and any damage I caused was in the name of self-defense… even when Eileen W. menaced the crowd with her unsettlingly heavy carpet bag purse (I kinda think she liberated J&J’s of all their fruitcakes.) To be fair, quick breads like Date- Nut Bread, Banana Bread, and even the fateful Butternut Squash Bread, are in fact – cake. The embattled discussions abound on the interwebbynetoverse concerning it. Some say they’re called bread because they use chemical leavening. Some say it’s because they’re less sweet. Some say it’s the proportions of fat to flour to sugar…. or wet to dry… or fruit to nuts… or… or… or… Hogwash. Plain and simple – it’s because they are cooked in loaf pans… like a loaf of bread. I can, at this very moment, close my eyes and lay my hands on a half a dozen recipes of cakes that meet the very same identifiers. So, put down your fight’n spatulas, and let’s …

Hello, My Loverlies…

Okay, I know you’re supposed to let fresh sweet potatoes cure for a couple of months before you eat them. It allows the flavors to concentrate, the water evaporate and the sugars develop… But, this year’s Baleful Bounty produced some gargantuan sweet potatoes and  I just couldn’t wait any longer to get into them.. I mean… it  was   huge!  the size of a football    –   no lie! I initially  cooked up a soup-kitchen sized vat of whipped sweet potatoes… and we ate on it for several days. But, as I found out, sweet potatoes on the ready – really isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. They don’t exactly go with everything. I eventually portioned out a bit for now-time and packed the bulk of it away in the freezer for later Holiday uses. My eye caught on a package of pre-cooked, pre-sauced, pre-sliced Jack Daniels BBQ brisket. I’ll be honest, I’m 99.999% of the time completely uninterested in prepackaged foods. It just doesn’t do it for me. I like food that gets me… and …

Not another pancake…

If you’re a newcomer then you probably don’t know my particular aversion to pancakes. I know it’s irrational, and the fact that my siblings have no recollection of that never-ending year is inconsequential.Think of it like being afraid of clowns, (harmless but freakishly unnerving) I can’t do anything about it – but it’s there. I will make the occasional waffle, though. We do like a nice crisp Belgian Style Waffle. As I’ve taken over the culinary duties in the house…. and being in charge of dietary allotments, I switched Jane over to gluten-free waffles. With bread, batter, pasta and the like being forefront on most American diets, I just feel that meals and our continued well-being would be better served if we can eliminate gluten completely from at least one meal period… But, that left me with a big o’ box of Krusteaz (c) pancake (slash) waffle mix in the house…. and I’m not making pancakes for anyone. So this is where the problem is – I don’t throw perfectly good pantry products away. It’s wasteful and inconsiderate. I considered having people up …

Put a Spoon in it…

Ideally, there would have been a post for this: I found the recipe in some page-shredded, coverless magazine while I’ve been sitting around waiting on Jane’s medical results. The fact that every other recipe in the periodical had been lifted – save this one – really should have been a tell. Conceptually it was nice: Yellow Cornmeal, Meyer Lemon with a tangy lemon~honey glaze. I thought it would be the next incarnation of “All that Lemony Goodness” And…  To be honest, it was quite stunning when it came out of the oven…. However… For all intents and purposes, it’s lemon flavored Jiffy Cornbread. Deflated, I put the cake cover on it and ignored it.  (In care you’re not savvy to Jiffy… here it is) And I was going to boast about my Nora  Mills Yellow Cornmeal, and everything… So, with the outlook that every disaster is an opportunity in disguise, I drug the cake back out today and went looking for inspiration. What I came up with was Spoon Bread…   …   …   …   ..  .  . . . …

Breakfast of Champions

No, it isn’t a delicately crafted breakfast casserole. No, it isn’t some high protein, uber high fiber, tasteless cardboard bar… It’s a waffle. As a matter of fact, it’s a Gluten Free Waffle. Don’t you dare turn up your nose… Don’t get the wrong idea with me pushing a GF waffle. Unless you are gluten intolerant or have been diagnosed with Celiac or Hashimoto’s Disease, I do not sanction living gluten free… just Gluten Reduced. It’s become one of those things (like HFCS and Crystalline Fructose) that has become an inexpensive additive for a number of manufactured products. It’s difficult to get away from it even if you have no specific tolerance issues. It’s in your salad dressings, condiments, cereals, breads, as well as a good many over the counter meds, lipsticks and balms, lotions and shampoos. It’s everywhere. And while ten years ago, the numbers originally hovered around 1 in 3000 for Celiac, recent studies have dropped the counts to 1 in 100 for allergic issues and even as low as 1 in 10 for gluten specific intolerance. …

The Guilty Pleasure

Okay, there’s no beating around the bush when you say guilty pleasure. Everyone wants to know what tawdry, cheap little thing knocks your boots. Thankfully… It isn’t: Desperate Housewives Jersey Shore Any of the Real Women of Trailer-Parks Sardines in a can… (but it’s close.) It’s… Yeah… I do love me some date nut bread in a can. I don’t know what it is about it either. Is it the saturated walnuts with that ever-so-light give when you crunch into them? Is it that slight mechanical taste? Is it just that it plops out of the can in that giggle inducing cylinder? Or maybe, just maybe it’s because it is the perfect vehicle for a two-handed shmear of cream cheese. I’m going to go with the cream cheese… When I looked at the calendar this morning and saw that today was National Date Nut Bread Day (who knew), I knew exactly what today’s post was going to be. Unfortunately, No dates… No walnuts, and oddly, no baking soda. But a quick run, and an hour later, to the market fixed that… Did you …

Sleepless in Sweet Rolls

It was a sleepless night. I’m obviously still battling the remnants of whatever lung crud I got into 3 weeks ago. Along with the recent rash of rejection emails, it has destroyed my regular sleep cycle, making me irritable, cranky and down right mean. I’ve taken to lobbing insults at wrong numbers, stopping in at the gas station down the street to daily complain about his prices (seriously, he’s 10 cents higher than anyone else), and chasing down the wood rabbits with the car on the way home (I’ll get one….eventually). So when my night’s sleep ended 45 minutes after it began, I was fit to be tied. I keep a list in the kitchen of new recipes to try, gluten-free work-a rounds for some friends, and prepackaged foods to make from scratch. Since sweet slumber wasn’t happening, I figured I could at least be productive… besides, the frequency of wrong numbers after 1 am is nearly non-existent. So I thought I could scratch one off the list. When we were kids, Pillsbury made an …