Roma's Brown Bread

Here is the bread that I make that Roma seems to enjoy, especially when it is covered with peanut butter. I got the recipe from an old standby, a book I've had for nearly twenty years. It's called Quick Vegetarian Pleasures (HarperCollins, 1992) by Jeanne Lemlin. The recipe is called Irish Brown Bread. The bread is a quick bread, which means it contains no yeast and does not have to sit and rise several hours before it goes into the oven. As a result, the bread is dense, rough, and crumby, and the crust is thin but crunchy. It's delicious toasted with butter or crumbled into soup. Here is the recipe as I make it:

Ingredients
One and one quarter cups unbleached flour, plus some for sprinkling
One cup whole wheat flour
One half cup rolled oats
One quarter cup toasted wheat germ (Note: If you space out, like I do in the grocery store, and buy wheat bran, you can use it instead. You can toast the bran or germ in a saucepan or skillet on the stovetop. Again, if you space out it will burn, so be careful. Still, the burned bits add lots of flavor.)
One and one half teaspoons of baking soda
Three-quarters teaspoons salt
Four tablespoons of cold, unsalted butter (Note: I have cholesterol issues, so I use heart smart butter spread instead.)
One and one-third cup buttermilk or plain, low-fat yogurt (Again, butter fat is not my friend, so I use yogurt.)

1) Preheat the oven to 425 degrees. Grease and dust a baking sheet with flour. Set aside.

2) Mix dry ingredients (flour, oats, wheat germ/bran, baking soda, salt) together in a bowl.

3) Cut butter into bits and work with your fingers into the flour. It will feel crumbly, not sticky.

4) Stir in the b. milk or the yogurt. Now the dough will feel very sticky. You are supposed to turn the dough out on to the counter top or bread stone to knead for one minute, adding flour as necessary. However, if you have used bran and yogurt, the dough is really too sticky. Instead, I knead it in the bowl until I can make a cohesive ball of dough.

5) Place the ball on the baking sheet. Pat it down to make a circle 7 inches in diameter. You can sprinkle flour on the top of the loaf. Cut an X lightly into the top of the loaf. Bake 30 minutes (up to 37 minutes if your oven is slow to heat up or your dough is particularly sticky).

6) Cool the baked loaf two hours before cutting. Cut in thick slices and slather with peanut butter or hummus. Give bites to the dog. Watch the dog wag her tail.

Enjoy! -z

Always a Cross Word

As an underemployed person, the challenge every day is to fill up the hours in a meaningful and satisfying way. I always start out the week with a burst of activity. This week, for example, I filed all my office papers and reorganized by client files. (So easy! Half are out of business. Those papers get filed in the shredder.) I also cleaned the bathroom, made a pot of soup, baked bread, and cleaned out a closet. Then I borrowed Erica's power drill and installed a new screen on my carport door and reinforced my sagging privacy fence. In addition, I walked with Muzzy to the library twice. That was just Monday and Tuesday.

By Thursday, things slow down. I look up at the clock and realize that it's only noon, and I wonder how the heck to fill in the hours until I can walk a dog. (Muzzy says, "It's always time to walk the dog!" Nice try, Muzz.) That's where crossword puzzles come in. I'm not very good at them, as you can see. I have a book of NY Times x-words called something like Cafe Crosswords, which is a polite way of saying crosswords for the lame. (The lamest part is that these puzzles were originally published in the paper in 2003-2004, which means that I have already done most of them before.) I can kill hours working on these things, and lately I have, especially at night. I have no wisdom to impart or tricks that I have learned—except to be patient and let the words form themselves. Each new puzzle is, for me, like starting at the foot of Mount Everest and hiking to the peak. But here are a few clues—and answers—that involve a favorite topic: dogs.

Clue: "Treat for Rover" (4 letters): bone

Clue: "Nick and Nora's dog" (4 letters) : Asta

Clue: "Ark or bark" (4 letters): boat (That one took me a while.)

Clue: "Friend of Fido" (3 letters): Rex

Clue:  "Garfield's pal" (4 letters): Odie (Not to be confused with "Andy Taylor's son": Opie)

Clue: "Dogfaces" (3 letters): GIs

Clue:  "Onetime White House pooch" (4 letters): Fala

Clue:  "Terrier type" (4 letters): Skye

Clue: "Genetic engineer's observation about his pet?" (14 letters): My dog has fleece
(This puzzle featured phrases in which the last word ended in the -eese sound.)

Clue: "Dog-paddled" (4 letters): swam
-z

They Put the Fur on the Furniture

"Ah, Cocoa. Are you comfortable? Would you like another pillow? Or are you just fine, draped as you are amid the blankets?"

"Well, I might like a nice cup of tea and a biscuit--and a crossword puzzle. I do like to have a little lie-in on Sundays."

Erica kindly sent me this photo of her lounging girl. It made me smile. Until recently, I took a serious stand against animals on furniture. My Roma tried once, on her first night, to get into the bed. My husband and I told  her no way, and she never breached the divide again. (Although once, while camping on the Appalachian Trail and staying in a lean-to with benches for sleeping, I hauled her up to sleep between us. Even though it was August, the temps were near freezing. Roma protested—until she got in between the sleeping bags. Then she snored all night.) A few weeks ago, though, while I was standing in the living room folding laundry and idly watching a cooking show on TV, I heard an unexpected rustling sound behind me. When I turned, I discovered the Muzz sitting on the sofa, a forbidden zone, wagging her tail. She was sitting in my usual spot and looking only a little anxious. I had suspected for some time—maybe since the summer months when I worked on UT campus and was away from home for nine hours every day—that Muzzy had been sneaking onto the couch. Friends, I must admit that she looked so cute on the sofa that I let her stay. I put down an old quilt, and now every night she curls up against my thigh while I do crossword puzzles or talk back to the news. Roma will occasionally check in. She-who-never-got-on-the-furniture looks appalled at how low standards have fallen before she leaves the room in disgust.

Still, we all seem to have mutually decided that there will be no dogs on the bed, at least while I am in it. I don't bathe Muzzy regularly enough or trim her nails neatly to deal with her all night. But plenty of folks I know sleep with their dogs. What is the expression? "Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas." Thanks to Sentinel and other flea meds, that's no longer the problem. In our case, I think that I could persuade the Muzz to get in the bed with no problem. But as someone who lives and works at home, I need at least some small piece of real estate that is dog-free. (The bathroom? Forget it. Unless I shut the door, I have an audience.)

I'd be interested in hearing about others' rationale for dogs on the furniture. Stay dry today!
-z