Tangerine Rye Rolls


I wish I could tell you that I loved these rolls immediately, but I didn't.  In fact, at first, I kind of had to convince myself that I liked them, and even now I'm certain they'd make better sandwich rolls than snacking rolls.  They just need something to stand up to, to push back against, especially because their lingering flavor is slightly sour, slightly, well, beer-like.  I also have to admit that I didn't have fennel seeds.  I could have sworn before hand that I did, but the sad reality is that they were left out of my finished product.

But if I had some soup, some flavorful, hearty, winter soup, I have a feeling these rolls would have been more than happy to strip it all off and dive right in.  Now you have me regretting making these when I had no soup on deck.  Poor lonely little tangerine rye rolls, trying to make their case with no proper accompaniment.  If you decide to give these a try, don't make the same mistake.


Tangerine Rye Rolls

1, 12 oz bottle dark beer 
1/3 cup light brown sugar, packed
1/4 cup molasses
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 packages active dry yeast
3 - 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon fennel seeds
1 tablespoon tangerine zest
2 1/2 cups rye flour
1 large egg, for the wash
1 tablespoon water, also for the wash

Heat the first four ingredients in a small saucepan over low heat.  Stir frequently until the butter melts and the mixture is just warm to the touch.  Pour the liquid over the yeast in a large bowl and let stand for 10 minutes, by which time it should foam.

With a wooden spoon, stir in 1 1/2 cups of the all-purpose flour into the mixture, along with the salt, fennel seeds, and zest.  Continue to stir until all (or most) of the lumps are out.  Begin to gradually stir in the all of the rye flour and enough of the remaining all-purpose flour to form a soft dough.  Remember, you will incorporate more of the all-purpose flour as you kneed.

On a lightly floured surface, kneed the dough until it is smooth and elastic, adding more flour to the surface as it is absorbed by the dough.  This will take around 8 minutes.  Place the dough in a large, buttered bowl, cover and allow to rise in a warm place for about 1 1/2 hours, until the dough is doubled in size (check at the 1 hour mark).

Punch the dough down and set it on a lightly flour surface.  Roll the dough out into a long snake form and cut it into 24 equal pieces.  Roll each piece between the palm of your hands so that it forms a roll (see note).

Place the rolls on two parchment paper-lined baking sheets and allow to rise again for 1 hour.

Preheat the oven to 375.  With a sharp knife, cut a cross in the top of each roll.  Whisk together the egg and the water to make a wash, then brush the wash over each roll with a pastry brush.  Bake the rolls for 20 - 25 minutes, until golden brown and hollow-sounding when tapped.

Notes:

* A good way to get the roll shape is to place a piece of dough in the palm of one hand and kind of smash it with the other.  With fairly hard pressure, begin rotating your hands so that a roll begins to form, slowly and steadily decreasing the pressure until you're rolling around a perfect little ball.  This will allow you to work out any wrinkles from the dough as it's rolled.

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This post is being sent off to Wild Yeast for Susan's weekly Yeastspotting!



Photo du Jour - Morning Fog


Fog rolling into the village at dawn.

The many faces of Tao-le-Chien!

Thank you for your messages. I cannot resist not sharing with you this picture of Tao sent to me by one of my lunch guests! Tao-le-gourmet!!! LOLI am sad. Tao, my daughter's bichon, left this week. He had been with me since last December, when she moved to the EAU and needed time to process all the papers for him to be able to travel. I also kept Tao for the first year she lived in Ithaca - dogs are not allowed in university housing! She had him with her the second year and Tao adapted well to the coldness of New York State winters! Tao has also lived in Los Cabos Mexico, where his mistress worked for two years. In Los Cabos he was "Taocito", and adapted to the heat of Baja California!





But, to go to all those places, Tao had to be pushed into a kennel - that he learned to hate - to travel as accompanied luggage.
Living in Amsterdam was much easier, the Thalys train between Paris and Amsterdam was really cool! Tao had a nice back terrace and mostly, mostly, beloved Tatiana who came everyday to walk him at lunchtime. The above picture was taken by Tatiana who kindly sent it to me when she read this post!
Tao cherishes the toy Tatiana gave him, a blue soft ball. Taking the tram to go places was fun - and his hair in winter really really looong!

Tao has always a passport ready.


But my faugter couldn't take him with her as acompanied luggae as in the past. He has to travel to Dubai as "manifest cargo" which means he has to be gandeled by a forwarding company specilizing in living animas. He had his passport attached to his kennel. We took him - or rather my hsuband did - to Charles de Gaulle Airpot last Monday. I did not have the guts to push him in the kennel once again.


Tao arrived safely in Dubai after a rather long trip, and met his beloved Mistress and his new home.


Dear little Tao, I miss you .. enjoy your stay!


Photo du Jour


White grapes going off to be crushed.

This time of year we often get stuck behind these tractor-trailers full of grapes. They only drive about 25 kilometers an hour-about 15 miles an hour. Since they serve a very important purpose (future wine) we try to be patient!

Sweet & Sour Eggplant


"Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain:
Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie"
                                                                    ~¨Pierre de Ronsard, Sonnets pour Hélène, 1587

A quote Ronsard wrote to a lover, explaining that we shouldn't wait until tomorrow to pick the beautiful flowers of today - a rather irresistable way to tell a girl that she shouldn't waste another second before being with him.  But of course I appreciate the larger message of living for the beauty of today - when it's put so simply, I feel stupid for not following this advice - why don't we always just enjoy what's great right now, right in front of us? 

I fear that the answer to this simple question will take at least my entire lifetime to answer, if I ever succeed in reaching a conclusion before I die.  I don't understand the art of living, and while I am working hard at creating a satisfying and peaceful lifestyle for myself, I am constantly aggrandazing my problems and anxieties until they eat up any chance of happiness I may have had.  All the books, tapes, movies and lectures I've been exposed to have pointed to the same thing, something which I believe is true but am still unable to fully embrace - in order to sustain any realistic possibility of a content life, we need to let go of everything.  Just avoid the past and the future, which are entirely out of our hands, and be content with the simple pleasure of the present.

As hard as I try to live in this time frame referred to as the right now, I rarely succeed, because my mind immediately races in about 20 different directions - should I check my cell phone for that life-changing email I know I won't be receiving, or what about that comment someone made to me this morning, what did he really mean by it?  Why does it even matter what he did mean by it? While none of these actions or thoughts matter on any conscious or subconscious level, I am utterly unable to resist allowing them into my mental state of mind, and thereby affecting my tension and anxiety level.  If one day I can control my thoughts to be geared almost uniquely toward this present moment, all with a smile on my face, I think I will have achieved enough for a lifetime - I won't need much else to feel like a human at its basest level.

So that's where I am in my life right now, and for some reason I need to share it.  I made this eggplant dish which I like because sometimes I don't know how to eat eggplant (aside from my two favorite eggplant dishes, caponata and caviar d'aubergines - yummmm).  Please make it.  And if you do make it, PLEASE make a comment.  Even if you're just reading this, make a comment! what do you think? Do you think it looks good, bad, appetizing, ugly?  I won't be offended, and I'll appreciate your opinion, whoever you are, so please keep that in mind.

Bon appétit, bonsoir, beaux rêves.  La vie n'est qu'un aigre-doux, n'est-ce pas?



Sweet & Sour Eggplant- Serves 1


1 small eggplant
2 tbsp lemon juice
3 tbsp balsamic vinegar
1 tbsp tomato paste
1 tbsp fresh ground ginger
pinch cayenne pepper
1 tbsp sugar
pinch cinnamon
1 tbsp olive oil
1 clove garlic, chopped
2 tbsp plain yogurt (greek-style preferably)
1 handful sliced basil leaves


1.Wash and dry the eggplant.  Thinly slice it cross-wise and place slices in a colander. Sprinkle heavily with salt, place over the sink, and let sit for 20-30 minutes.  Dry slices with a paper towel, and roughly chop into 1-inch pieces.
2.Meanwhile,  mix remaining ingredients except the garlic in a small bowl.  Sprinkle with salt and pepper, taste, and adjust sauce according to your taste, adding more of whichever ingredient you choose.
3. Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat; add chopped garlic, and sautée until fragrant, about 30 seconds.
4.Add eggplant chunks, and sautée until browned evenly, approx 6-7 minutes.
5.Reduce heat to medium-low, pour sauce over eggplant, and sautée to combine. Cook until sauce has been well saturated and thickened, about 5 minutes.
6. Put on a serving plate, top with yogurt, and sliced basil. Voilà

Blog Day 2007

Blog Day 2007

Today is the 3rd annual Blog Day when we're supposed to recommend 5 new blogs to our readers. Check these out!


Desert Candy is one of my new favorites. Her Hummus Dilettante post captured my attention one afternoon and I've been an great admirer ever since.

Château Pétrogasm reviews wine though images rather than words. "Wine is art, drinking it should be too!" Creative and quirky, I love it!

Figs Olives Wine
came screaming onto the blog scene in April, much to my delight. She is a wonderful writer offering gorgeous recipes.

B Comme Bon is in French, but if you can't understand the language, at least have a look at Valérie's beautiful photographs.

Nosheteria is a new discovery. I love the pace and ease of the writing. I can see this becoming one of my favorite's.


Photo du Jour - Cépage


Cépage - French for grape variety
Each individual color represents a different cépage that grows here in the Minervois.