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Making Cartoons

I’m so excited to finally announce that I have another project up and running!  Over the next several months, I’m going to be joining forces with my friend (and incredible artist) Michael Greenholt and several of our talented friends to make an animated music video.  One of our very favorite artists, Nick Jaina, is letting us use one of the songs from his new album as the soundtrack to an animated short.  You can listen to and download the album here.

I’ll be talking about the project from time to time on this blog, but if you want to follow along with the production, I’ll be blogging about it at http:weekendobsession.blogspot.com.

See you there!  MUAH!

 

Tak for Mad: Abelskiver

Right now I’m suffering from a not-enough-hands-and-too-many-pies kind of situation.

Maybe suffering is not the right word. Because I’m loving this time of life. Reveling in it.

My desk is covered in books on photography, typography and cooking, crowded by an empty bottle of gin, a glass of iced tea, an unopened wedding invitation, business cards, watercolor paints and brushes, my journal, a bendable ruler, an empty picture frame and a cast iron skillet.

My mess is glorious
and energizing.

Why can’t I just put my hands in pies for a living?

In a serious nesting fit, a couple of weeks ago, I went a-searching on Etsy for some food art to put on the walls of my kitchen. I found a few things that I thought were fun, but nothing caught my eye and said “ME. CHOOSE ME!  YOUR KITCHEN HAS BEEN UNBEARABLY EMPTY AND COLD BEFORE NOW!!!”

I posted a few of the potential pieces on Facebook, where my friend Amanda suggested (in that sort of casual, yet genius way that she has of saying significant things) that I should just make foods that I like, photograph them and frame them myself.  I just love that girl.  I immediately connected with the idea and when James and I were talking it over that night, he added the suggestion that I make foods from my family’s cookbook, photograph them and blog about it…

***DING***

WELL YEAH.  I coulda thought of that. PRObably.

With enough gin.

Several years ago, my aunt Janet compiled a WHOOOLE bunch of our family’s favorite recipes and bound them together in to a cookbook.  Our Danish ancestry is a big part of the food that we eat and how we eat it (I learned pretty early to spread my butter ALL THE WAY TO THE CRUST) and Janet titled the book “Tak for Mad” which is the Danish expression for “Thanks for the food.”

I have my own copy and while I rarely make the traditional Danish recipes like Rabarbragrot or Frikadeller, I frequently reference it for my favorite banana nut bread recipe and my Grandma Jane’s Cinnamon Rolls.

A few days after the seed for this idea was planted by Amanda and James, a birthday gift from my mom arrived in the mail that cemented the whole plan.

Good gracious, who dented my pan???

THIS, my friends is an Abelskiver pan.  And Abelskiver is THE very first recipe in Tak for Mad.

“But what is Abelskiver, Laura Jane?”

I’m so glad you asked.  Abelskiver, or Aebelskeever, or Ableskivver, or Ebelskiver or any number of variations is basically a pancake ball.  The word itself is Danish for “Apple Slices” which were sometimes put inside the pancake balls.  (Stop drooling, I see you.  Gaping mouths are unbecoming.)  These pancake balls were a part of my growing up.  We had them at family get togethers and my mom’s pan got lots of use whenever my sister and I would bring friends home from college to visit.

THIS is how you make them.

Simplicity. (Or, enkelhed, in Danish.)

If you can’t see the picture all that well (or if you just want to copy and paste the recipe) it’s

Abelskiver

1 T. sugar
1 1/2 c. flour
4 t. baking powder
2 eggs (separated)
2 T. water in egg whites
1 1/4 c. milk

Mix the dry ingredients, add beaten egg yolks and milk. Fold in the stiffly beaten egg whites.

That’s about where Norma stops giving instructions, so I’ll let you know that you can put delicious surprises in the middle, if you’d like.  Obviously, you can put apple slices inside, or jam, or custard, or heck…peanutbutter…chocolate… You could even do some savory versions with bacon or garlic and butter or cheese inside.  The possibilities are endless!  You can have abelskiver at every meal!!

*ehem*

In terms of HOW to prepare these little guys, I had the best results placing the pan on a lower setting and letting the abelskiver cook slowly.  I put a little bit of butter in the bottom of each divot and let it melt first.  Then, I poured the batter in until it was about 1/2 an inch from the top.  It took long enough that I had time to snap some shots of the anticipation in the kitchen.

I like to keep him waiting because then he makes this face.

SISTER!!!! You can still kind of see the lines on her face from sleeping on the couch. heh.

I also found that it was easier to turn them over using a kabob skewer, but you can use a fork. Or a crochet needle. Whatever tickles your ableskiver.

In a bowl. Like a boss.

Even the puppy waited her turn.

Covered in maple syrup and powdered sugar. Oh, and clumpy powdered sugar at that. How embarrassing.

They’re best served hot hot out of the pan.

And preferably with mimosas.

Next time I post a recipe from Tak for Mad, I’ll try to make something that doesn’t require a specialty pan like this.  Something you can make from home.  Like “Liver Postej,” if you’re in to that kind of thing.

So much love!

 

I like doing homework

when it means I get to turn in funny pictures for a grade.

Someday, I’ll learn how to use Photoshop for real and it won’t look like a
digital
spraypainty
clusterf….mess. 
Someday.  For now, this is the best I could do.

The assignment was to come up with an image that conveys a certain word.  Can you guess what the word is? 

If even one person gets it, I’m giving myself an A.

The Redneck Cookbook: Chapter 1

My dad is helping me write a cookbook.  He just doesn’t know it yet.

Okayletmerephrase:  My dad is writing a cookbook, I’m just transcribing it for him.

A couple weeks ago, when life exploded with unexpected wedding issues and car troubles, my dad decided to take some time to come out to help.

And, when I say ‘help,’ I mean, ‘give me more fodder for my memoirs.’

All of the wedding and car business was actually taken care of pretty fast, and suddenly my dad found himself with *aboooooout* four days and twenty-three hours of free time in Los Angeles.

And oh, he found things to do.  By the time he left, he’d arranged and completed two job interviews, bought bath mats and a toiletpaper stand for our new apartment, helped Deniece buy a treadmill, and (most importantly) introduced my roommates to one of his Redneck recipes.

If you speak “Bob” as fluently as I do, you’ll know that when the word Redneck appears preceding a type of food or drink often it means I don’t want to do dishes later.  For instance: a Redneck Screwdriver is a mini bottle of vodka unscrewed and shoved into a whole orange. When you peel it?  Instant delicious without the annoying prep time it takes to pour the vodka and some orange juice into a glass.  See?  Redneck. Dad invented this drink last time he was in LA by taking the vodka from the minibar in his hotel room.
Redneck Guacamole is almost as simple except you usually have to dirty a knife and a spoon.  Basically, you cut open an avocado, take out the pit, pour a little bit of salsa and sour cream into it, add a dash of garlic and/or cheese to the top and voila! It’s actually delicious, and the skin of the avocado acts as a disposable palm-sized bowl.

He’s kind of magical, my dad.

I think he was also offered both of the jobs he interviewed for.

Maybe he can get me a book deal, too.

(re)invention

In the midst of my melodramatic occupational crisis, an opportunity has arisen…arose?  arised… aroused… umm.  An opportunity has presented itself. (There it is.)  The inimitable Miss Becca has invented a something.  This “something” is special but not QUITE as special as Miss Becca herself who is so full of spunkiness and sass that once you meet her, you might collapse from an overdose of moxy.

I can’t tell you what it is, this project.  It’s not that I don’t love you, dear Webernets, or trust your unparalleled judgement regarding intellectual property, it’s just…wait…no, actually that is the reason.  But I’ll tell you that our experiment building the prototype for this invention was a success and began with a trip Joann fabrics.

Becca and I dug through piles of elastic and zippers and lace and fabric.  We drooled over vinyl and wrestled with bolts of cotton/polyester blends until they closed down the store.  When we got back to my place, we set up shop with a sewing machine and rulers and scissors and (oh, my stars) we made such a delightful mess.

I’ve never been fantastic at anything. I’m always an inch or two away from mediocre at just about everything I put my hand to.  When I encounter those people who have direction and purpose AND success in their careers, I feel something akin to envy….a feeling between envy and awe.

A few months ago, I met this woman who was built to be a lawyer.  She was poised and articulate.  Her hair was smart and shiny and bobbed above her chin and she wore a delicate cameo pin on the lapel of her suit jacket. Every now and then, just before she was about to say something profound, she would close her eyes, purse her lips, turn slightly to the left.   She would then suck air in through her nostrils with such determination that I was certain the following statement would be darn near divine.

I spent months in my job trying to instill in myself that kind of deep-rooted assurance.  But every time I closed my eyes and pursed my mouth to breathe in deep through my nostrils…I just felt like a poser.  The only thing I truly feel assured about at my job is changing the numbers on my date stamp every day.  I love that thing.  I like how I feel sure of myself when I tell a piece of paper what day it is.

As Becca and I worked and sewed and ripped out stitches and measured and re-sewed and talked and laughed and made mistakes and started again, I started to feel something oddly like direction.  Not in a grand-scheme-y  “Oh, now I know that I want to sew every day for the rest of my life” way, but in a very small “this is right for the moment and I want to see this completed” kind of way.

At one point, I was clumsily trying to turn a piece of fabric inside out with the end of a wooden spoon while simultaneously stuffing it with elastic.  I held it up awkwardly and had the following thoughts:

1) Huh, maybe Lady Gaga will wear this when it’s done.

2) Oh, she’ll definitely wear it if we put Hello Kitty on it.

3) I don’t even like Lady Gaga, what am I thinking?

4) How do I even know that she likes Hello Kitty?

And so.  Our business was born.  We’re going to make things.  And we’re going to have fun while we’re at it. Wearing cameos and cutting my hair isn’t going to make me feel any more sure about the passing days or how good I am at my job.  Neither will looking forward to changing the numbers on my date stamp every day.

If this takes off, then I’m never working in an office again.  Not unless there’s a zombie apocalypse and the safest place to defend myself against the undead is a well fortified office building with very few windows.  I guess I would consider fighting off ravenous flesh-eating monsters ‘work’.  I hope Becca is there and she can help me fend them off with my date stamp.

The first and last recipe of the day.

Here’s your recipe for the day:

Laura’s Easy Hamburger Cone Things

Ingredients:

Hamburger
6-8 flat bottomed edible ice cream cones

1. Preheat oven to a suitable hamburger-safe tempurature.

2. Mix the hamburger with some bread crumbs and an egg (sorry we forgot to put the bread crumbs and the egg in the ingredients section…oops.)

3. Put a handful of the hamburger mixture in each of the ice cream cones.

4. Bake meated-cones until they’re not pink anymore.

5. Use ketchup for icing and add sprinkles! (also not in the ingredients section, these are optional)

6. Enjoy!