No Knead Bread: Round 1

Original recipe:
No Knead Bread Recipe is adapted from Mark Bittman of NY Times who got it from Sullivan Street Bakery. When the recipe first came out, it was the blogging community who took the bread to new heights, especially Rose Levy Beranbaum, author of The Bread Bible. I followed Rose’s experiments through the weeks and learned from her recipe adjustments and the why’s of how this bread works.

ingredients:
3 cups bread flour (I like Harvest King bread flour)
1/4 teaspoon instant yeast
1 teaspoon fine table salt (or 3/4 tablespoon of kosher salt)
1 1/2 cups warm waterCovered pot (five-quart or larger cast iron, Pyrex, ceramic, enamel…something that can go into a 450F oven.)
directions:
1. Mix dough: The night before, combine all ingredients in a big bowl with a wooden spoon until the dough just comes together. It will be a shaggy, doughy mess. Cover with plastic wrap and let sit 12-20 hours on countertop.

2. Shape & preheat: The dough will now be wet, sticky and bubbly. With a wet spatula, dump the dough on a floured surface. Fold ends of dough over a few times with the spatula and nudge it into a ball shape. You can use your hands if you like, just keep your hands wet so that the dough does not stick. Place a large sheet of parchment paper on counter. Plop your dough onto parchment paper. Lift parchment paper up with dough and place into a large bowl. Cover bowl with a towel. Let it nap for 2 hours. When you’ve got about a half hour left, slip your covered pot into the oven and preheat to 450F.

3. Bake: Your dough should have doubled in size. Remove pot from oven. Grab the ends of the parchment paper and lift entire wobbly dough blob out of bowl into pot. Doesn’t matter which way it lands. Shake to even dough out. Cover. Bake 30 minutes. Uncover, bake another 15-20 minutes or until the crust is beautifully golden and middle of loaf is 210F. Remove and let cool on wired rack. If not eating right away, you can re-crisp crust in 350F oven for 10 minutes. Best way to eat it? Smear a warm slice with some good butter (Kerrygold and Lurpac are both found in your grocery stores, usually on top shelf)
found: http://www.steamykitchen.com/168-no-knead-bread-revisited.html

The recipe calls for 1/4 teaspoon instant yeast and all I had on hand was:
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I’m pretty sure that’s responsible for the spectacular lack of rise during the overnight and nap times. ::shrug:: lesson learned.

Hemp Seed Banana Bread Recipe

Hemp Seed Banana Bread Recipe
Ingredients
1/2 Cup Hippie Butter Hemp Seed Oil
1/2 Cup honey
1 beaten egg
2 mashed bananas
1 1/2 cups unbleached white flour
1/2 cup Hippie Butter Hemp Seed Flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
3/4 Cup Hippie Butter Hulled Hemp Seeds
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Preparation Steps
Cream together the oil and sweetener. Combine the eggs and banana, and blend into the sweet mixture. Sift together the flour, salt and baking powder. Add the Hemp Nuggets and vanilla and mix well. Bake at 350° F. for 1 to 11/4 hours until a toothpick comes out clean.

Hemp Seed Nugget Oatmeal Cookies

Hemp Seed Nugget Oatmeal Cookies
Ingredients
1 Cup firmly packed Brown Sugar
1 Egg
1/2 Cup Hippie Butter Hemp Seed Oil or Canola Oil
1/2 Cup Unsweetened Applesauce
1 Teaspoon Vanilla
3/4 Cup Hippie Butter Hemp Flour or Whole Wheat Flour
1/2 Cup all-purpose flour
1 Teaspoon Baking Soda
1/2 Teaspoon Salt
2 Cups Quaker Oats (quick or old fashioned, uncooked)
1/4 – 1/2 Cup Hippie Butter Hulled Hemp Seeds

Preparation Steps
Heat oven to 350ºF. In large bowl, beat brown sugar, egg, Hemp Seed oil, applesauce and vanilla on medium speed of electric mixer until combined. Add combined flours, baking soda and salt; beat on low speed just until blended. Stir in oats and Hemp Seed Nuggets.
Drop dough by level measuring tablespoonfuls about 2 inches apart onto ungreased cookie sheets.
Bake 9 to 10 minutes, until light brown. (Do not overbake. Centers will appear soft.) Cool 1 to 2 minutes on cookie sheets; transfer to wire racks. Cool completely. Store tightly covered.

Preparation Time: 20 Minutes
Cook Time: 9 Minutes
Time to Table: 29 Minutes
Recipe Yield: About 36 Cookies

a letter. and my reply.

Hi!
So I wanted to take this conversation private, the whole world doesn’t need to know our business.

First question – are you gay now? I don’t know why I even want to know, but the last time we even spoke you had just had Lucas and were still married.

Second question – where to do go to find support for you? I have had a horrible two years, and life seems to be getting worse. My bi-polar i can literally feel coming and going, and the struggle not to thrown in the towel is an hourly battle for me. (Drugs, food, blah blah). The lack of self worth is what my root issue is.

I am sorry if this is awkward, I guess I am looking for anything positive to help at this point, and you seem to be finding ways to make life workable. No worries if you aren’t into the arm chair psychologist. You are the most unique person I know, handling shit in the most unique ways, idk, just though I would reach out while I have the guts.

__________

i have a lot of extra positive energy right now, im more than happy to share it. you’re always welcome to text also, although i’m not very prompt with my reply sometimes.

my ex-husband is a predator. our entire marriage was a sham. it looked great from the outside, but behind closed bedroom doors, he’s a rapist and i was too depressed and high on pain meds to care or stand up for myself. my boys got removed from the house by cps due to my depression and his behavior. 2 years later, cps has finally closed the case.

ive always been bi, with a preference for women but never felt like it was *ok* for me to date women to the exclusion of men. i know my picker for men is just busted, so i’ll sleep with one from time to time, but i refuse to date one or enter in to a relationship with one. i came out (or whatever) a little over a year ago, about the same time i started playing soccer again – although i dont think the 2 things are connected lol.

since then, my self confidence feels healthy. i dont obsess about what to wear on a date or worry that another single mom thinks my stretch marks are horrendous. the funny thing though… i guess my self confidence is attractive to men too, cus i get a lot more from them than i used to.

i guess thats about the same time i went back to school too. i’m in for sociology/anthropology with an emphasis on women’s rights/issues. living with a rapist made me want to know WHY some men do that, and why we, as women, tolerate it. why society tolerates it.

i still take meds for depression, ive accepted that i’ll be on something for the rest of my life because my brain chemistry has been altered by a decade of meds and life experiences, and im finally ok with that. i wish i had the magic wand for people that are suffering with mental illness, but for me it really came to being fucking sick and tired of being depressed. i mean, i was originally diagnosed in ’98 and every day i hated it, i was *tired* of it. but about half way through my 16 week program at WEAVE for domestic violence, it clicked. literally, clicked for me, in one of the sessions.

i think its because i was finally READY to heal. i think mental illness of all flavors is a mix of chemistry and experience. yes, someone can be bi-polar (or depressed etc) because their body misinterprets certain chemicals, but as soon as that starts happening physically, our actions begin to change. you know what im talking about, the mood swings or decisions we make based on our mood at the time. those actions have consequences, which influence our chemistry, which affects our mood…. its a cycle or everything is interchangeable or whatever.

but at some point, i think we either accept that we will always do “crazy” shit or we learn to recognize the crazy before it actually happens, stop ourselves and say…. “dude. youre not being rational/logical/sane. you’re being crazy” then you dont do whatever you were going to do, so the consequence doesnt have to happen, so you dont have the chemical fluctuation, etc etc etc.

i know that sounds really over simplified, but after 14 years of depression and 7 years of fibromyalgia…. something HAD to change. or i was going to die, either emotionally or physically.

xxxxxxxx, something HAS to change. if your meds dont help, MAKE your dr try different combinations. if one makes you gain weight, demand a different one. (for the life of me, i’ll never understand why they prescribe meds to women with depression that will make them gain weight). i used to be an advocate for suicide. i used to think people should have that right, to opt out. i spent a week in a coma in ’07 because i tried it, i woke up feeling lost….. then i met Mac. it took losing my kids to wake me the fuck up and decide i coudlnt live like that.

someday, something will make you put your foot down. and you’ll refuse to be ill any more. no one changes until they’re ready. until then, fake it. make it through the day. push like hell and never ever stop. surround yourself with positive people and positive energy. im not talking about anything spiritual or anything, although if religion is comforting, by all means.

my 2 best friends were every bit as toxic as my husband. they had to go. i removed all of the toxic people in my personal life, and suddenly…… there was no one dragging me down. its easier to tread water that way.

you’re welcome to ask anything, any time. i hope that you can find peace in yourself. no one else can give it to you.

~m

panic. period. anemia.

i’ve been dealing with woman drama in the workplace. a woman in a position of authority is very aggressive with her role. every time she “talks” to me it triggers a panic attack. the panic attack triggers my period. im on hormonal birth control to suppress my period right now because im severely anemic. im walking on eggshells at work, terrified that anything i do is wrong. which of course brings more anxiety.

you’re setting feminism back 20 years. good job.

to all the women that simper at, flirt with, flash, cosy up to, press your boobs against, gently lay your hand upon, giggle at, bat your eyelashes at and otherwise debase yourself to your male co-workers – i have a message.

congrats, you’re setting feminism back 20 years. i didnt work my ass of to be every bit as good as “the boys” in a male dominated field just to have you giggle and simper and knock me (and other women) back down. you give women in the workplace a bad name.