October 23, 2010

Pumpkin Cookies with Brown Butter Icing

WARNING: This recipe makes about 6 dozen cookies, which is A.LOT. So, while they're good, maybe bring along your calculator and halve the ingredients? Just my thinking.
For the Cookies
2 ¾ cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 ¼ teaspoons coarse salt
1 ½ teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 ¼ teaspoons ground ginger
¾ teaspoon ground nutmeg
¾ cup unsalted butter, softened
2 ¼ cups packed light-brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 ½ cups (14 oz.) canned solid-pack pumpkin
¾ cup evaporated milk
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

For the Icing
4 cups confectioners' sugar, sifted
10 Tablespoons (1 ¼ sticks) unsalted butter
¼ cup plus 1 tablespoon evaporated milk,
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

1. Make cookies: Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg in a medium bowl; set aside.
2. Put butter and brown sugar in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. Mix on medium speed until pale and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Mix in eggs. Reduce speed to low. Add pumpkin, evaporated milk, and vanilla; mix until well blended, about 2 minutes. Add flour mixture; mix until combined.

3. Transfer 1 ½ cups batter to a pastry bag fitted with a ½-inch plain tip. Pipe 1 ½-inch rounds onto parchment-lined baking sheets, spacing 1 inch apart. Bake cookies, rotating sheets halfway through, until tops spring back, about 12 minutes. Cool on sheets on wire racks 5 minutes. Transfer cookies to wire racks; let cool completely.

4. Make icing: Put confectioners' sugar in a large bowl; set aside. Melt butter in a small saucepan over medium heat. Cook, swirling pan occasionally, until golden brown, about 3 minutes. Immediately add butter to confectioners' sugar, scraping any browned bits from sides and bottom of pan. Add evaporated milk and vanilla; stir until smooth. Spread about 1 teaspoon icing onto each cookie. If icing stiffens, stir in more evaporated milk, a little at a time. Cookies can be stored in single layers in airtight containers at room temperature up to 3 days.

October 08, 2010

Zachisms

7/15/2010

Zach: "I had so much fun with Livia when she was a kid. Ya know why?"

Me: Why?

Zach: "Because I made her laugh."

My favorite part is the old-man perspective. "...when she was a kid." Like how old is she now? How old are you, Zach?

He does often try to help his friends or Olivia when they're sad or scared or upset, making faces, or bringing them toys he thinks they might enjoy. Like the infant he practically smothered with huge stuffed animal. I kid, there, but he does have a great, big heart.

Love him.

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7/21/2010
Zach: "Mom, you know what?"
Me: What?
Zach: "I practiced writing my name and I assume I did a good job....Mom, what does 'assume' mean?"

October 04, 2010

FALL

Getting to cook this recipe is one of the reasons I *heart* fall!

I Am Going Camping

Jeesh! Has another summer passed without our family officially going camping? Well, with the temperatures continuing to break record highs, maybe we still have a chance. I'd like that, though I wish we weren't quite so hot and dry. Last night we had one of those incredible neon pink sunsets granted only when forest fire smoke clouds the horizon. Terrifying beauty.


If we do make it into a tent, maybe we can Griswald-ly sing this song. It was on one of the many coloring sheets that arrive on my kitchen table from somewhere. I'm copying down the lyrics, so this sheet can become tomorrow's grocery list.


I Am Going Camping
(to the tune of I'm a Little Teapot)
I am going camping (point to self)
Time to pack (look at watch)
My tent, my bedroll, (make tent with hands, then fold hands)
And a snack. (pretend to eat)
I'll sit by the campfire (warm hands over a fire)
Its glow so bright. (wiggle fingers for fire)
Then snooze in my tent (pretend to snore, head on hands)
'Til the morning light! (open eyes wide, forming sun over head.)

We have had some great "day camping" experiences. You know, when you don't have to pitch the tent only to a) get a few hours of fitful sleep after finally deciding who's sleeping on which stretch of lumpy ground and several hundred trips to the bathroom in the great outdoors, or b) unpitch that tent by flashlight and firelight at 11pm, while trying not to wake the kids who just got to sleep but one of whom seems to have developed a forest-fever delirium.

Oh, that's just our family? Huh.

Kay, we'll have to try again.