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November 2016 A Note from Marcy

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Welcome to the harvest month of November, home to American Thanksgiving and the month that is just a month away from the sheer delight of the winter holidays. This is one of my favorite times of the year.  It’s true the days are both shorter and cooler but oh, for the incentive of this cozy weather for us baker folks.  At this time of year, there are mists of cinnamon,  buttery glints of early sunrise, deep vanilla afternoons before a minty frost claims the last light of day. To all this I say, rejoice, be grateful and bake. (Or make Senate Bean soup which I offer every 4 years!)

Since my American cousins are poised to celebrate Thanksgiving, I gently remind everyone that my recipe archives are brimful of pumpkin, cornbread and cranberry stuff. There all the iconic Thanksgiving recipes from the best gravy, to meltingly flaky Parkerhouse Rolls and a host of bread puddings, pumpkin cheesecakes, and probably ten ways with cranberry biscotti and scones. So please check the Complete Recipe Archives – it’s all there. If you’re a paid BB member – you have full access.

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Without further ado, please enjoy the recipes of the month and my editorial for November.

I wish you happy Baking, happy reading, and a most happy Thanksgiving.

Marcy Goldman
Author, Master Baker
Est. 1997

The Son Also Rises or How to Make Rice


by Marcy Goldman

I’m making salad dressing and washing rice. My sons (all three) are coming for dinner. As I prepare the vinaigrette, I remember my chef’s training: “Always mix the salt with the acid first so that the salt dissolves’. This makes so much sense and I bless my chef teacher from hotel school that taught me that (albeit in pastry class). Salt dissolves in vinegar or lemon juice; it will only sit suspended in the oil. As for the rice, wash it a few times to wash off the extra starch. When the water turns clear, it’s ready to mix it up for the steaming that will follow. You will be rewarded with light and flaky rice. Oh and by the way, I make rice in the microwave, something which my sons always remark on as the strangest thing I do.
 “I must remember to tell the boys this tonight”, i.e. these secret factoids of my domain, the kitchen. 
 Like most parents, I believe I have all the best advice in the world for my children. It’s dedicated advice to say the least. If only advice, like wholesome soup, could be poured out by soft ladle-fuls into them, leaving space of course for what they know or will learn or happily better than me at or just do it different. But the salt and vinaigrette, the rice washing? That’s the least I can share. And why not do it better without the fumbling; why not have perfect rice? 
Washing the rice, feeling the grains stall against my hand as I rinse out the water makes me pause. I am at once overwhelmed and philosophical?
?helpless in the grip of knowing Ill never get it all done or share it all or be able to protect them from life’s random kindnesses and cruelties let alone culinary lapses.
What I have to impart with them to my (now) adult sons, is vast. I think of all I could pass on like a legacy/tool kit so they will be safe, so they won’t fall too badly or land in places that are so dark they won’t be able to come home. It’s also so far beyond, ‘don’t talk to strangers’ or ‘take vitamin D’ or ‘eat the whole fruit, instead of drinking the high calories juice’ or ‘be kind to old people’.

What there is to know about life is a horizon one never gets to. It’s so limitless that I wish I could make a bar-code of it to scan it onto my loved ones - quick and easy. Or maybe I could just arm them with a tiny electrode the size of a freckle that is software for managing this life, these times, no matter what comes up. Of course, there’s Google but Google will never be….a mother. Google can offer information but often times, without the balance of human judgement or if so, it is the judgement of the world’s strangers who don’t know me or mine.
I’m not an ancient parent but neither am I in my green days of mothering. Some days, I can see the finish line and I worry. When I can’t be there?
?in whatever fashion, how will I protect them? I will never get it all transmitted and I can construct an impenetrable shield around them. I forget they are far younger, energetic, bright, healthy and already wise in visceral ways that will only get honed as they go on. Moreover, maternal love or perhaps it’s sheer hubris that makes me forget that we all need to fail, fall, bump and grind our way in own footpath. To blanket them in the insulation of all one’s advice is suffocating and a disservice in allowing anyone to become stronger. I often forget that they are also separate beings; we will never be fused into one even with the weight of DNA and the infinite solder of love itself. Three weeks into each conception, their hearts beat on their own, each in their own singular way.
So, tonight I will tell them about washing the rice (which they will tune out in lieu of talking baseball or jazz) and the salt/vinaigrette thing (which they might hear but won’t remember). And the thing is, salt suspended in oil isn’t the worst thing that will happen in life. I’ll omit to tell them about waiting for true love, about the integrity thing (how you behave when no one is watching and what you do even without reward or recognition) and how family, for me, likely for them, is almost everything. I won’t tell them that as you get older, you notice the world’s beauty in a way that makes you catch your breath. It’s like you never saw a sunset or rainbow before?
?thats how glorious it gets. They think ‘old’ is scary stuff and they would think I am daft to get sentimental about a full moon on an autumn evening.

I’ll never get it all said or done; it’s a given that if I had all the time in the world, I’d still forget something, because you never can cover it all and ironically, I am still learning myself. Plus the hierarchy of what is important to know alters the more life ground you travel. I must find a way to know the truth of that and know it will be alright. And that I will be alright and so will they.


Marcy Goldman 2016 ©
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