The. Whole. Enchilada.

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No, I did not recently cook an entire pan of enchiladas and eat them all myself, though that would be an impressive feat in and of itself.

The Whole Enchilada (WE) is a world-class bike ride in Moab, aka the Mormon-lite outdoorsy capital of the beautiful state of Utah. People apparently travel from all over the world to ride this trail, as evidenced by the people we encountered throughout our day on the WE.

This trail was to be the crowning jewel of Casey’s recent Utah birthday trip. We warmed up the day prior on a nearly equally world-class trail, Slickrock. While I’ve encountered patches–even stretches–of slickrock before on trails around Colorado, never in all my measly three years of mountain biking have I ridden an entire trail forged of slickrock and slickrock alone! It’s like a colossal boulder was dropped from the sky, flattened into a pancake, and then bubbled up with hills hewn from rock. It was terrifying (think ascents and descents so steep that you feel as though your bike might just flip over itself). It was stunning (bright red rock stretching toward the La Sals, dramatic shadows, etc.). It was a ton of fun (read: fast).

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After a night spent under the stars, we rose early to catch our shuttle to the WE trailhead. Some diehard crazy people apparently bike up to the trailhead, but that adds an uphill climb up a dirt road that would be technically classified as the opposite of fun. Our shuttle was filled with about ten men from various countries and myself. Most of our fellow passengers spoke loudly and confidently about their biking game, which only served to increase my anxieties about the trail, as well as my dislike of biker “bras,” like the kind alluded to in this video.

WE is 30 miles of downhill mountain biking and is considered such a treat because it features a vast variety of terrain–everything from  switchbacks amidst shaking Aspens, to berms through tall brush, to blocky double track, to desert slickrock, to trails that hug–uncomfortably so at times–the edge of a very tall cliff.

One of the biggest lessons from WE is that you always bring a map. From the very first turn, we were off to a bad start. We saw a group of people clustered around a trailhead, assumed that was the ticket, and went for it, when we should have kept going straight for a later turn. After riding through giant cow patties on a trail that seemed infrequently ridden, we realized our mistake–along with about 12 other riders, none of whom had maps! Casey was the only one who had one to get us out of the mess.

So we huddled around the single map and, rather than turning back, found a way to link the trail we were on back with the WE. This entailed “biking” (hiking our bikes) up some very steep, pretty much unridable trails. Finally, we connected back with WE–this mini-epic biking adventure (in my mind anyway) representing a mere eighth or so of the trail!

The rest of the ride went smoothly and was exhilarating. I have never had to concentrate so fully both mentally and physically for such a long period of time. Locked in my downhill posture of butt back, back flat, arms wide, legs wide, head forward, hands desperately gripping the handlebars with fingers hovering over the breaks, I held my breath more than I should have as I navigated loose rock, slickrock, big blocky rock drops, and more rock, rock, rock.

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Anxieties began to mount as we realized the trail was taking us forever (due to me being slow) and we had to pick up our dog Uinta from the boarder by 5pm in order to stick with our plan of leaving for Casey’s parents house in Park City that night. When we got to the halfway point, I was in astonished disbelief that we were only that far! Finally, when we had only 6 or so miles left, I ushered Casey to sprint down the rest of the trail without me (he’s approximately four times as fast as me) to get Uinta while I plodded my way down the remaining cliff-clinging trail.

And then 6 hours–or was it 7?–later, we were done, and on our way to Park City. I felt literally intoxicated with the experience. The trail has also increased my downhill biking confidence. And what did we do the next day? Bike, of course.

Man Candy: Not for Everyman

Man Candy

Don’t be fooled; this is no regular bacon. It’s spicy, sweet, and toothsome.

Recently, at work, I sampled something called Man Candy. Soon after, I procured the recipe and made it at home for Casey, along with two types of rolls. You see, I thought Casey might be mad at me. Why, you ask? Because my sister stayed in town for a whole week, then the next weekend I went to Chicago, and then to Fruita. After two weekends of being fully out of town, I made plans to go out Friday night. I attempted to return to Golden via Uber that turned out to be just a random dude driving, and ended up staying with a friend downtown. I didn’t slink through the door in Golden until well after 11am the next day. So maybe he wasn’t mad, but a little peeved? Perhaps.

Cinnamon Rolls with dulce de leche bottom.

Cinnamon Rolls with dulce de leche bottom.

In an effort to make up for my chronic absences, I cooked up a storm–all while rather hungover. Man Candy, which I assumed Casey would love because he’s a man who loves bacon, had been on my to-cook list for some time. I also threw in cinnamon rolls and cheddar-bacon-caramelized onion rolls for good measure.

Same dough, but filled with cheddar, chopped Man Candy, caramelized onions, and scallions.

Same dough, but filled with cheddar, chopped Man Candy, caramelized onions, and scallions.

Surprisingly, Casey is not man enough for the Man Candy. He found it to be too intense, so I ended up eating most of it, or throwing it in grilled cheese sandwiches to mellow that Man Candy out. He described the cheddar roll as heart attack inducing. Mission make-up meal: botched.

 

Man Candy (adapted from DiningOut, adapted from Ignite Burgers Lounge)

Ingredients

1 c brown sugar
1/4 c molasses (or a combo of malt barley syrup or maple syrup if you don’t have molasses, like I didn’t)
1 Tbsp Sriracha
2 tsp soy sauce
1 tbsp freshly-ground black pepper
1 tbsp red pepper flakes
2 tsp salt
1 lb bacon (about 15 strips)

Instructions

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Combine all ingredients except for bacon and mix well. On sheet trays, lay out bacon in a single layer. Brush the marinade all over the bacon. Cook for 10 minutes. Rotate trays and continue to cook for another 10 minutes or until bacon is evenly browned. Remove bacon from sheet tray and place on cooling racks to cool completely.

 

4 Things That Happened in Our Backyard

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Nature porn at its finest.

1. Sunflowers created the natural wall we always wanted between us and our neighbors.
When I planted the flowers by digging a trench parallel to our wire fence and scattering seeds throughout, I really didn’t think anything would come of it. That was my first time planting from seed. Several months later, and the sunflowers surpassed me in height. A few have heads so gargantuan that they bow down toward the ground like my mom staring at the trail beneath her feet for the entirety of a hike to avoid falling. I would like to think these sunflowers act as some sort of sound barrier between us and the garage in which our long-haired chunky neighbor practices the drums, but sadly his lack of musical talent continues to sound crystal clear.

2. We have produce!
We’ve got tomatoes, radishes, herbs, corn and pepper! So many tomatoes. I’m most excited about the corn. After I planted it, I told Casey that I couldn’t wait to pull those ears of corn out from the ground. He looked at me disparagingly. Yes, it’s true. I thought corn grew underground beneath the stalks. I probably shouldn’t publicize that, but there it is. Now I know better.

3. I took this picture.
I kept maple syrup in a Mason jar in the fridge for awhile. One day, I went to use it and saw that it had turned into maple rock candy!

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4. Uinta got bit by a rattlesnake.
This is the most significant event to transpire in our backyard. A few weeks ago, while I was at work and Casey was out downhill biking, Uinta must have encountered a rattlesnake at the far end of our yard that borders the public land on South Table Mountain, which is crawling with snakes. I’ve seen a few there myself, and sometimes I think about what it would look like if you gathered up all the snakes from the mountain and put them in one place. It would be a lot of snakes, and it gives me the chills.

Our visit with Uinta at the vet the day after she was bitten. Take note of enormous multiple chins.

Our visit with Uinta at the vet the day after she was bitten. Take note of enormous multiple chins.

Anyway, Casey came home to find Uinta on her bed looking sluggish. She lifted her head and he saw that her whole neck was swollen. He took her to the vet and they said it was probably a rattlesnake bite, and instructed him to take her to the emergency pet hospital. I met Casey and Uinta at the hospital. Sure enough, she’d been bitten, as dogs apparently often are. There were no assurances about her survival.

I was totally freaked out that she wouldn’t make it. There seemed to have been so much weird foreshadowing, too. I’d seen more and more snakes recently, and had been researching whether health insurance covers anti-venin for humans! The night before, as Casey and I sipped wine in the backyard, he said out of the blue, “It’s going to be really sad when Uinta dies.” Then we had ended up talking financial planning, which doesn’t account for the few grand it costs to treat a canine snake bite. Amazingly, Uinta did survive. 2 does of anti-venin and 3 nights in the hospital later, we took her home. Next summer, I’ll be enrolling her in a snake aversion class with non-venomous snakes so she learns her lesson!

Operation Wedding Cake(s): Samoas Cake Minus the Coconut

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One of the first few wedding plan decisions I made–before we even settled on a date (Memorial Day 2015) or a band (first Johnny Kongo and the All-Stars, then switched it up to The Stilettos)–was that I was going to bake my own cake.

Unfortunately, for an OCD, baking enthusiast like myself, I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. Because if I didn’t bake a cake, a pang of regret would chart out a little space in my gut as I cut the cake at the wedding–a pang of regret that would last for the rest of my days as Casey’s wife. Because when else will I be able to bake for so many people I love? Alas, Operation Wedding Cake(s) begins!

Here are some fun facts that will make you think I’m less crazy:

  • I’ll be practicing my cake and frosting recipes beforehand, and have already made many before.
  • I’ll be baking my cakes in advance and freezing to reduce pre-wedding workload.
  • I’ll be enlisting the help of family members and bridesmaids with the frosting, transportation, and cutting of the cakes.
  • I’m not going to tackle some 3-tier, fondant-wrapped behemoth. I don’t like fondant anyway! And who wants to try to cut a beast like that? No, instead, I’ll do a series of cakes/pies with a theme.

I’ve already decided on my theme: nuts. Is a coconut a nut? I sure hope so. Everyone–except for people with nut allergies–loves nuts! Johnny Cash even wrote a song called “Everyone Loves a Nut” (though it appears he is referring to a crazy person, not a seed encased in a hard shell).

Originally, the first cake I had in mind was an Almond Joy Cake: buttermilk cake, chocolate filling, coconut buttercream, shredded coconut, and almonds on top. But now I’m thinking of doing a Samoas Cake (presuming a coconut can pass for a nut): butter cake, chocolate filling, dulce de leche buttercream, shredded coconut. The other nutty creations in the queue: Chocolate Hazelnut Cake, Pecan Pie, and a Carrot Cake with Walnuts. Casey has also requested an amalgamation of Snickers, Reeses, and Oreos for his groom’s cake, so I’m thinking of doing this in tart or cheesecake form. And then I’ll make 100-some buckeyes (a nut from the Buckeye tree, also a peanut butter fudge ball dipped in chocolate) to scatter around the dessert table.

The first project up in Operation Wedding Cake(s) was the Almond Joy Cake. I made the buttermilk cake layers several weeks ago, froze them, and recently revived them for a friend’s birthday, stacked with chocolate ganache, cloaked in dulce de leche buttercream, and decorated with the autumnally-hued Reeses Pieces because fall-like temps were in the air. Side Note: after reading the ingredients in Reeses Pieces, I have decided never to eat them again! There’s no chocolate to speak of and they contain mostly “defatted peanuts” (whatever that means) and other mysteriously ambiguous inputs.

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Samoas Cake, Minus the Coconut!

(High Altitude) Buttermilk Cake (adapted from Sweetapolita)

  • 5 whole eggs, room temperature
  • 1 egg yolks, room temperature
  • 1-1/4 cups (297 ml) buttermilk, shaken
  • 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar
  • 2 teaspoons (10 ml) pure vanilla extract OR Princess Bakery Emulsion
  • 3 cups (345 g) ap flour, sifted
  • 1-3/4 cups (400 g) sugar
  • 1 tablespoon plus 1/2 teaspoon (17 g) baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon (5 g) baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon (4 g) salt
  • 1 cup (227 g) unsalted butter, cold and cut into small even pieces
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1/2 c water

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Butter the bottoms and sides of three 8-inch round cake pans and line bottoms with parchment rounds.

Whisk together eggs, yolk, 1/4 cup of buttermilk and vanilla. In a separate large bowl, whisk together flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. With a pastry cutter or your hands, work butter into flour mixture until it resembles wet sand. Add remaining buttermilk to flour-butter mixture and mix to combine. Stir in egg mixture a little bit at a time, and then stir vigorously until just-combined for one minute.

Divide batter amongst pans and bake for about 25 minutes, or until a toothpick emerges with a few crumbs. Let cool in pans for 10 minutes, then invert onto wire racks to cool completely.

Trim cake tops to level surface. In microwave, boil honey and water to form a syrup. Brush cakes all over with syrup to lock in moisture. Wrap generously in plastic wrap, then in foil, and freeze.

Chocolate Ganache

  • 12 oz bittersweet chocolate (next time I think I’ll use semisweet)
  • 1/2 cup heavy cream

Heat cream and pour over chocolate. Let sit for 5 minutes, then stir to combine. Refrigerate until it reaches desired consistency, about 20 minutes.

Dulce de Leche Buttercream (adapted from The Cake Blog)

  • 4 egg whites, or 1 cup egg whites
  • 16 ounces (454 grams) granulated sugar- 2 ¼ cups
  • ½ ounce (14 grams) corn syrup, 1 tablespoon
  • 16 ounces (454 grams) unsalted butter softened but not warm- 2 cups (that’s 4 whopping sticks!)
  • 2 tablespoons (30 milliliters) vanilla extract
  • 1/2 cup dulce de leche (I homemade dulce using Alton Brown’s recipe)

Whisk egg whites and sugar together in a microwave-safe bowl. Heat the mixture in the microwave for 2-4 minutes on high in 30 second intervals whisking well after each 30 second heating. Heat until the sugar is dissolved and the mixture reaches 160 degrees on a candy thermometer. Be careful not to cook the egg whites (I did just a little bit and strained the mixture to get rid of the solid strands). Pour the syrup into a cake pan or shallow metal bowl and chill in the freezer for 20-30 minutes until it is cold.

Meanwhile, beat the butter in a mixer for 2 minutes on high until it’s light in color and aerated. Add the cooled syrup in two additions to the butter beating 1 minute after each addition. Add the vanilla and beat 30 seconds until smooth. Add the dulce de leche and beat until smooth.

Can be used immediately or stored in the fridge allegedly for two weeks. Rebeat to revive.

Decoration: Reeses Pieces

Not the best lighting, as usual, but here she is pre-Reeses pieces.

Not the best lighting, as usual, but here she is pre-Reeses pieces.

The Result: The cake looked beautiful, but I felt that it was a little dry. The buttercream was great, but could have used a little more salt. The chocolate ganache filling was too bitter.

Buttermilk cake

Lessons Learned:

  • Add a little more wet ingredients to the batter, and bake for a slightly shorter time for a less dry cake.
  • Use semisweet not bittersweet chocolate for ganache. Use a bit more cream.
  • Freezing the cakes worked very well, as did refrigerating the ganache. Make-ahead strategy still intact.
  • Buttercream is a bitch. It still managed to curdle a bit so I tried various strategies of refrigerating and rebeating, as well as microwaving a small portion of frosting, returning to the bowl, and rebeating. Also, just more beating. Always more beating. That seemed to work.
  • Don’t get overzealous win microwaving those egg whites with sugar! They cook before you know it.
  • Buy an offset spatula and a rotating cake stand.

Operation: Take Parents Rock Climbing

First of all, I can’t believe I haven’t posted since JULY!!! To be fair, it’s been a crazy busy August. My parents and Casey’s parents and brother visited at the same time so they all met and had numerous dinners and bonding activities together, one of which was rock climbing, hence this post.

Then, I drove to Crested Butte and back in one day to pick up my sister Daniela and her cat and all of her belongings. She stayed with me for a week before (insert wistful sigh) she moved back home to Washington, D.C. for grad school. It was a week of many fun things, including eating a lot, an epic beer pairing dinner at BRU, rock climbing, mountain biking and sister-sister bonding.

Next up: my annual Chicago trip. A food pilgrimage of sorts motivated by my desire to see my best buds in Chitown. I wrote a cover story for work on a new Basque/Spanish restaurant there, crossed eating at Stephanie Izard’s Girl & the Goat off my eating bucket list, paddle boarded on Lake Michigan, took the touristy and fun architecture boat tour, and just generally stuffed my face. I’ll be returning in the spring for my bachelorette party.

My uber-urban weekend was followed by a girls’ mountain biking/camping trip to Fruita, wherein we biked nearly 60 miles of incredible desert trails and slick rock. More on that later.

Anyway, those are my lame excuses, but I’m back on track for fall! So, as Casey and I planned our parents/in-laws weekend, we thought, what better way to level the playing field and bond then to take everyone rock climbing? So we headed to Clear Creek’s Canal Zone at the early hour of 9:30am, thinking we’d be preempting the lazy climbers who might steal the beginner routes we had in mind.

What fools we be! When will we learn?! This is the front range, and the Canal Zone–along with most climbing areas–are always crowded to our great irritation. So of course, we were relegated to a virgin ascent of a dicey 5.9 on the far right side of the wall. I led it and it turned out to be pretty smooth, though definitely not ideal for first time climbing. Marc & Marsha and Diana & Gary, however, were great sports. Actually, Marsha (my mom) didn’t attempt to climb, having already been prodded up the rock by me a few years back with little success. But she was a great sport and cheerleader.

Here we have Marc Silver attempting a 5.8, approximately one-fifth of his way up the route–a commendable performance for sure.

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And here Diana Coleman gets a strong start on the 5.9 with Casey at right belaying.

Clear Creek climbing

 

 

 

Sourdough Carrot Cake Muffins

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These look fit for a horse or dog, but they’re actually quite tasty to humans, too.

I’m going to start with an apology for this unfortunate photo. I really need to kick the fluorescent lighting in my kitchen. And get a better camera.

Anywho, I prepped my sourdough starter for my first naturally leavened sourdough bread and ended up feeding it so much that I had more than double the amount I needed. You see, it said take a 1/4 cup out and feed it twice, letting it rest in between feedings overnight. But to make room in the bowl for the next feeding and for it to bubble up, I ended up having to discard a large portion. And by the end I had probably 3 times the amount of starter necessary for my bread.

Not wanting to throw away more starter, I decided to make sourdough muffins again. I debated for awhile between making sourdough carrot cake or muffins and went for the individually portioned choice.

Amazingly, these muffins are healthy and tasty all at once. I can thank King Arthur Flour for both the flour and the recipe inspiration.

 

Sourdough Carrot Cake Muffins

makes 12 gigantic muffins

 

1 c olive oil
1/4 c coconut oil
1.5 c sugar
1-1/4 c sourdough starter, refreshed to 100-percent hydration
3 eggs
2 Tbsp Greek yogurt
2-1/2 c grated carrots
2 tsp vanilla
2-1/2 c King Arthur white whole wheat flour
2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp ground cloves
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1 c white chocolate chips (or nuts, coconut flakes, or other addition)

 

Whisk togther oil and sugar, and stir in sourdough starter. Mix in eggs, beating well after each. Fold in carrots, vanilla and chocolate chips.

In a separate bowl, combine flour, spices, salt and baking soda. Fold dry ingredients into wet ingredients.

Divide batter into lined muffin tin. Bake in a preheated 350°F oven for 25 minutes, or until moist crumbs attach to tester. Remove cake from oven and cool completely on a wire rack.

I made a Greek yogurt frosting/glaze for these with yogurt, butter and confectioner’s sugar that I decided was unnecessary and would only impeded efficient early AM muffin eating. So instead, I ate out of the jar for a week with a spoon. You could glaze or frost these however to make them into more of a dessert.

 

Fish ‘n’ Pancakes

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I think it’s safe to say that chicken ‘n’ waffles have swept foodies nationwide off their feet in the  past year or two. It all started in Harlem when jazz musicians finished performing late in the evening without having ate dinner. Famished, they craved savory supper food, yet–in the wee hours of those mornings–also pined for breakfast. And so, chicken and waffles was born.

Singer Gladys Knight (one of the pioneering consumers of chicken and waffles) and her son Ron have catapulted the dish to fame with their Atlanta-based chain Gladys Knight & Ron’s Chicken and Waffles, which serves more than their namesake entrée. I am somewhat sorry to say that I have yet to sample the combination, partly because I don’t really ever eat fried chicken or waffles. But you can bet that this trending dish appears on the brunch menu of just about any self-respecting foodie joint in a major city these days.

I’m more of a fish and pancakes gal, so I decided to make just that. First I had planned to make cornbread to go with the fish. So my reasoning was that if cornbread paired with fish, why not corn pancakes? Initially, this made Casey a bit wary. Pancakes for dinner? With the redundantly dubbed Mahi Mahi fillets from the freezer? But he ate a short stack, and then some, and it was a meal soon to be repeated.

 

Maya Silver’s Mahi Mahi and Corn Flap Jacks

Corn pancakes (recipe adapted from Food & Wine):

  • 1/2 c all-purpose flour
  • 1 c masa harina (corn flour)
  • 1 Tbsp honey
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • pinch cayenne pepper
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 c buttermilk
  • 3 Tbsp unsalted butter, melted
  • 1 Tbsp Greek yogurt
  • 1 c corn kernels (fresh, canned & drained, or frozen & defrosted)
  • 1 c shredded cheddar cheese
  • 3 scallions, minced

Whisk together dry ingredients in one bowl, and wet ingredients in another bowl. Fold wet ingredients, corn, cheese and scallions into dry ingredients just until combined. Let batter sit 10-15 minutes.

Pre-heat a cast-iron or other skillet to medium heat. Cook pancakes about 2 minutes or until set and golden brown on one side, then flip and cook until golden brown on the other side. Keep warm in an oven preheated to 250-degrees.

Oven-Roasted Mahi Mahi in Tomato-Vermouth Sauce:

  • 2 fillets Mahi Mahi, fresh or frozen and defrosted
  • 1/2 c vermouth
  • 1/4 c red wine
  • 1/4 c olive oil
  • 2 Tbsp balsamic vinegar
  • 1 Tbsp Dijon mustard
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 heirloom tomatoes, diced

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Place Mahi Mahi in a small pan. Whisk together the liquid ingredients and pour over the fish. Let marinate at room temp for 30 minutes. Cover with foil and bake in the oven for 20-25 minutes, or until fish is cooked through and nice and flakey.

To serve: Put two pancakes on plate, setting a fillet atop or aside. Pour sauce into a small saucepan, bring to a boil, and simmer until thickened. Pour sauce over fillet. I served with oven-roasted potatoes and mixed greens.

 

 

 

Everything Potato Buns

Everything Potato Buns

These buns were of much higher quality than this jaundiced photo.

Potato Everything Buns: you are my everything. Can’t you see? You mean so much to me. Without you, my road trip breakfast sandwich would have been consumed upon two limp and lackluster slices of store-bought multi-grain bread.

The inspiration for these buns stemmed from a recent visit to Denver steakhouse Guard & Grace from local visionary Chef Troy Guard. I sipped up on a perfectly dirty martini, while Casey enjoyed a beer. We split a fanciful beet salad. Then came the steak. Casey, experienced meat-eater that he is, always says, “At a real steakhouse, the meat doesn’t come with sides. You have to order them separately.” And here, this was so.

When my adorably petite filet mignon and his ridiculously huge rib-eye  with an order of mashed potatoes arrived, a most notable accompaniment came, too: a small plate with two rolls and a pat of butter. While the steaks were phenomenal, the rolls are what made the most indelible mark in my mind’s palate.

An ever-so-subtlely chewy crust that gave way to the tenderest of crumbs–buttery, soft, melt-in-your-mouth BREAD! I asked the waiter for the recipe. He asked a chef, presumably, and returned to inform me that it was too complicated. Psh, please.

I futilely tried using other avenues to procure this complex recipe (e.g. requesting it through Bon Appetit, using my DiningOut role to request it for print, etc.). Alas, I was on my own.

So I found a potato roll recipe online that produced great rolls, but definitely incomparable to the ones at Guard & Grace. Next time, I’m thinking way more butter and maybe, I don’t know, cake flour.

Since these rolls were going to be vehicles for breakfast sandwiches that would include another much-loved meat of Casey’s–authentic Taylor ham shipped straight from dirty Jersey, offered at salt & grinder, a deli that recently opened near my office–I said to myself, these buns must be everything buns. Like everything bagels. To be authentic.

The Everything Potato Bun Taylor Ham, Egg, Spicy Cheddar, and Avocado breakfast sandwiches were enjoyed en route to Crested Butte, a four-hour journey that commenced at the ungodly hour of 4:40am. And they made that ride a hell of a lot better.

 

Everything Potato Buns

adapted from The Boastful Baker

makes 18-20 XXL rolls 

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup mashed potatoes (approximately 1 large russet will do the trick)
  • 2/3 cup unsalted butter, softened
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 tablespoons honey
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 eggs
  • 1-1/2 cup warmed buttermilk
  • 2.5 cups bread flour
  • 2.5 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2-1/4 tablespoons dry active yeast
  • egg
  • poppy seeds, sesame seeds, dried granulated garlic, kosher salt, and dried minced onion for topping (optional)

Directions

  1. Cook potato until tender. Mash, rice, or grate potatoes and measure 1 cup for rolls. Cool to room temperature.
  2. Dissolve yeast in the lukewarm buttermilk. Proof for 5-10 minutes.
  3. Combine mashed potatoes, butter, eggs, sugar, honey and salt in a bowl of a stand mixer or by hand until well-integrated.
  4. Add the yeast-milk mixture to the potato mixture. Mix until blended.
  5. Gradually add flour (one cup at a time) until a soft dough forms.
  6. Knead until dough is smooth and cohesive.
  7. Place dough in lightly oiled bowl. Put dough is a warm place, cover and let rise until doubled, 1-2 hours.
  8. Punch down dough and shape into rolls, weighing to ensure they’re of even size. Place rolls about  1 1/2 inches apart on parchment paper lined baking sheets and let rise again until doubled, about 1 hour.
  9. Whisk egg with 1 tablespoon of water and brush onto rolls. Sprinkle rolls with toppings.
  10. Bake in a preheated oven set at 400 degrees for about 15 minutes, until golden-brown, rotating pan halfway through. Bonus: spray rolls with water when you first insert them into oven, or pour boiling water into a pan in the oven when you insert the pans in.

To make breakfast sandwiches, melt shredded or sliced spicy cheddar on bun bottoms in a 300 degree oven. Cook to eggs over medium. Warm Taylor ham on a lightly oiled skillet. Layer ham, eggs, avocado, and tomato on the melted cheese and top with the other half of the bun. Squirt of hot sauce is optional and recommended.

401 minus the k

Big mid-ride smiles

Big mid-ride smiles

This past weekend, I went to Crested Butte for the long July 4 weekend and made sure to squeeze in as much Crested Butte-ness as possibly. Mainly, getting into the mountains. Yes, of course, we have mountains near Golden, but it’s just not the same. They’re less colorful, less remote, oftentimes, less big. And the trails and crags are packed with people! That last part is perhaps the biggest problem, the most significant detractor from calling Golden home.

You ride a trail and end up pulling over every 100 feet for a group of hikers, bikers going in the other direction, or if you’re slow like me, bikers passing you. You try to take your dog for a hike and find that everyone else and their pooch had the same idea. The result is that rather than taking your dog for a walk, your large, must-say-hi-to-every-animal dog ends up towing you through the dust. You aim for a nice afternoon of climbing, and ascend the face shoulder-to-shoulder with parties on either side, occasionally even waiting in line for a popular climb. Hello, urban outdoor living.

Sure there are boatloads of tourists pouring into Crested Butte from Texas and other southern states in summer and winter, but the land is sprawling and the tourists aren’t in large enough numbers to pack every recreational opportunity afoot. Many aren’t willing to venture far from town or the most popular trails either.

So, on day 1, my sister Daniela and I rode Trail 401 during the 4th of July Parade, when we suspected the crowds would be kept at bay. It was my second time on this CB classic, and Daniela’s first. The beginning is a grunt up the unrelenting twisting hills of Gothic Road. The worst part was the poor condition of the unpaved road. At times, so dusty that the surface is almost like soft sand you might find at the beach–the kind that your tires sink into, and makes the journey upward even more challenging. To boot, every passing car leaves you in a temporary fog of orange dust that coats your eyeballs, makes you sneeze and leaves an unpleasant film on your teeth. When the road dips, between hills, large territories of muddy water collect. I made the poor decision of skirting one by hopping through a grassy patch to the side, which was deceptively just as muddy, leaving my bike shoes a solid brown and drenched.

There are reprieves, however. The elation that comes with the conquer of each hill. A sparkling, bright green Emerald Lake that reminds you why you’re enduring aerobic suffering. And a fun wide snow bank that you walk your bike over while cooling off and reminiscing about winter.

At the top of the road, you veer right on a singletrack uphill through the trees. We rode 401 against the advice of several who noted that this section was unridable–it was. Every 50 feet at least, we encountered snow banks or sinking mud. After awhile, getting back on the bike for the short patches of dry trail became futile, and we hiked our bikes up the whole mile.

At last, the trees grow sparse and you’re flashing through a field of green grass, often almost falling due to the distracting views of mountaintops and high alpine waterfalls surrounding you. Down precipitous switchbacks, you zig zag through corn lillies and the first blossoming wildflowers–Indian paintbrush, some lupines.

All was well until we bottomed out at Rustler’s Gulch, got our feet wet again in a creek crossing, and realized that the trail was headed uphill once more. The first time I rode 401, Casey and I skipped this section. And the first time you ride a trail, a second unexpected bout of uphill like this can leave you pretty hangry. We hadn’t taken enough rests, we hadn’t eaten enough food, and we were tired. We put our heads down and took each hill with a grain of sugar–Bee Stinger energy chews sugar to be precise. When we finally reached the last short bit of downhill, and rode our brakes down Copper Creek Road to the car, we were psyched. Four hours later, covered in mud, no serious injuries between us, and we’d done it.

The next day was climbing at Spring Creek. One of the best things about Spring Creek is that the nasty approaches keep the crowds at bay. Trails are just about nonexistent here, so instead, you hike up  loose dirt filled with rocks small and large alike. The bigs ones might look sturdy and it’s tempting to claw onto them for balance as you go up or come down, but they’re loose too and will slide or tumble down faster than you can say “Move!” Then there are the thorny plants and the many bugs. But the climbing is well worth it. We did a blocky 5.9 arete, then a 5.9 that had some slab and a fun roof. Next up was a 5.11+ that I did not actually climb. I awkwardly stumbled my way up move by move, veering off route, and hanging on the rope between each pathetically small advance. My belayer had to more or less pull me to the top. Finally, I did a 5.10 that I realized I’d done years before. Straightforward, perfect amount of challenge, and toward-the-upper-end of my leading ability.

Day 3 was another mountain bike ride–a shortie since I was leaving early. I felt bad because Daniela was clearly exhausted and I had made her rise at the appallingly early hour of 8am after we’d gone out the night before. We rode an easy gorgeous little singletrack called Lupine Trail and connected it to the lower loop. As I waited for Daniela after a stretch of trail, it seemed that she was taking a particularly long time. Then, three runners crested a small hill and informed me she’d fallen but was okay. I biked back to her and found that she’d taken quite the spill! Blood spilled down her leg and one elbow had been skinned. She was clearly mad at me and nothing I could say would change that. And that’s what you get for pushing your sister too hard.

 

 

The Daily Schedules of Genius

Ever wondered how your favorite author or artist spent their day? Podio, a software company, charted the days of a number of philosophers, writers and artists. In some ways, this is comforting to see that nearly none spent their entire days engaged in creative work. They slept  (many retiring early). They exercised (long walks seem to be the aerobic activity of choice). They cooked and some even went out. Several had day jobs, mostly relevant to their creative work.

In my schedule, I do feel that something has to give. I would estimate on average 8 hours of sleep, 1-2 hours of exercise, 4 hours of leisure (cooking, eating, going out), 8 hours of day jobbing, 1 hour of other (cleaning, hobbies, playing with Uinta), and a variable 1-3 hours creative writing, but that’s only maybe 1-2 times per week! At the max time ranges, this may add up to more than 24 hours in a day. If only that were the case in reality. See, I don’t want to give anything up. I wish I could live parallel lives–one where I continue to have many fun, exciting, and life-affirming experiences, and another when I sat at a quiet, distractionless desk and wrote. The obvious solution is to give up my day job.

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