Cottage Cheese

I am on a cottage cheese kick. I find nothing more refreshing or satisfying as some cottage cheese with a Cutie ( clementine) and some strawberries.

The other day, as I was nibbling away my bowl of cottage cheese and fruit, I took a look at the ingredients thinking I was doing my body good... only to be appalled at what I saw...

So I got to thinking about making my own cottage cheese. Little did I know, it's easy to do, fast, and the results are delicious.

I must point out that for as much milk as you use it doesn't make a lot of cottage cheese, so price wise, I don't think you save money but knowing that you are putting milk in your body and not all those other chemicals and things you can't even pronounce is worth it to me!

Plus, it tastes so good. :)

Ingredients

• 1 gallon ( I used skim) milk
• To make this more thrifty buy some old milk that is on sale
  
• 1/2 cup of white vinegar
• a dash of salt
  

Directions

1. Heat the milk and take off the heat just before the milk begins to boil.
   

2. Add the vinegar and allow the mixture to cool.
   
   
   

3. Drain mixture. * The recipe called for a cheesecloth, which I didn't have, so I used a coffee filter and laid that over the colander and then poured the mixture over the filter and rinsed the curds off with cold water.
   
   
   

4. Add salt and mix with your hands. You may wish to use less salt or more, depending on your taste. I like mine salty!
   

5. You can also add a little cream for a more silky texture but I didn't as I am on a diet.
   

I am going to try mozzarella next.

So sad to say goodbye

I just learned that Danny passed away due to a blood clot that lead to a stroke. Danny was such a special guy. He always made me feel so comfortable and welcome and always put a smile on my face. I don't understand why events and things happen the way that they do but I wish that he didn't have to leave so soon. We will miss you, Danny Boy. xoxox, e

Homemade Bread warms the heart and fills the belly!

From Mar 24, 2009

One of the things I love is homemade bread especially when it's hot right out of the oven.

It takes me back to when I was a little girl and my mom would bake her own bread. Now that I am a woman, I find many similarities between my mother and I ( some that I love, others that I wish I didn't posses) .

Growing up in Switzerland, one of my favorite breads was Tresse. The Swiss bread is braided and eaten with some butter and a cinnamon and sugar mixture doused on top. It is simply divine!

I wanted a salty bread to go with my Italian soup so I instead of sugar, I put rosemary and garlic.

Here is the recipe... bon appetit !

Tresse

In a large bowl, dissolve 1 package yeast ( which is 1 TB) with 1 TB sugar in a cup of HOT water.
* water needs to be hot from the tab, do not microwave to heat the water*

Let the yeast dissolve until bubbly.

Add a few TB of olive oil, 1 tsp of salt, an egg yolk ( save the white!) and stir. Slowly add flour until you cannot stir the mixture easily. Take dough out and begin to kneed. Kneed dough with more flour until it is no longer sticky. Dough should be soft and smooth. Put the dough back in the bowl and let it rise ( for about 1 hr) once it has risen, punch it down, and let it rise again.

Pull dough into 3 sections and roll out into long ropes. Begin braiding. Once the bread has been braided put on a greased baking sheet and cover with an egg white ( this gives it the golden look) sprinkle with whatever type of seasoning you like. I used fresh garlic and rosemary. If you want to eat it as the original Tresse, do not garnish with seasoning. Bake in the oven at 350 degrees for about 30-45 minutes. You can tell when the bread is cooked by tapping the bottom of the bread. It should sound hollow.

From Mar 24, 2009

Books worth reading

Things I wish this valley had

A Boulangerie to get a croissant or a ballon with a nice piece of cheese.

A bowling alley...

Red Pepper Soup

I made this up and it is tasty and low in calories.

Ingredients:

8 roasted red peppers
3 cloves roasted garlice
1 medium onion
white wine
3 cups of chicken broth
thyme
red pepper flakes
freshly ground pepper
Parmesan cheese


Step 1:

Roast the red peppers and the garlic set aside

To roast red peppers, broil them until their skin
is black and burnt. Then, put in a bowl and cover
with plastic wrap until they cool. This cooks the
peppers and makes it easier to peel the skins off.

Step 2:

In a medium sauce pan, sautee onion with 1/2 of white wine
Add garlic, peppers, chicken broth, thyme and red pepper flakes
Let it simmer

Step 3:

Puree the soup until it's all blended and there are no chunks

Step 4:

Serve with freshly ground pepper and Parmesan

Step 5:

ENJOY!!!

By: Elisabeth Sparks
Crested Butte, CO

Doggie DooDoo

I like to think of myself as an animal person.

I cried the last time I hurt a bug. It was summer, I was hot, moody, and becoming more and more impatient by the incessant buzzing of a misguided bumble bee.

I meant to help when I got a piece of newspaper. I didn't roll it up. I kept it open and tried my best at prodding the bee to walk on it so I could set him free.

In my impatience, I became a little too forceful and broke off one of his legs as I pushed the newspaper between him and the window. Once, I opened the door and shook the paper, he flew off sideways and I knew he was flying away to die.

I cried.

I hurt a bee, a life force, a breathing being.

I don't normally kill bees... or spiders... or anything for that matter.

I have respect for all life.

Today, however, proved to test my love of animals and one type of animal in particular:
the canis, the canine, the DOG
or in my case

the

DOGS.

All 4 dogs.

Being the good family member that I am, I have been dog sitting my brother's 2 horribly misbehaved dogs, as well as my parent's dog, and my dog Deogie.

The morning started out as all my other mornings for the past week have... my alarm hasn't been the gentle vibration of my phone peacefully waking me from my slumber but rather barking and whining proceeded by more barking and whining.

There is no snooze button on barking.

As I opened the garage door, I was greeted with a melange of

1) vomit
2) Torn up beds
and
3) 8 piles of

YOUR PICK:
dog crap, shit, doodoo, fesces.

The day was off to a great start.

The dogs needed exercise.
If you watch the Dog Whisperer you would know this.

I took them on a walk on the golf course and up the "draw" to Hartmans. The dogs are beautiful when they run. Sophie leads leaping thru sage, over rocks, and splashing in mud puddles completely happy to be free. Deogie follows on her tail, yapping as his little lamb legs try to keep up with her gazelle legs. Jack is right behind his short legs look like nothing more than blurry lines with an occasional glimpse of a paw, and Hunter...Oh dear Hunter, he stays with me, poking along as we watch the others race.

I came back from the walk feeling refreshed and had the chance to mentally prepare for the clean up task at hand.

INTERMISSION

(here is where I will spare you the details)

Dog poop and vomit cleaned up, hands washed, I decided to reward myself with some coffee and pre-work sun soaking which began in 10 minutes and counting.

I pulled up a chair and sat out on the deck only to hear Sophie, Deogie, and Jack barking bloody (or better yet: desired kitty cat) murder.

Ethan, the next door neighbor boy, was also outside. His eyes told me what I didn't want to know.

"Your dogs chased my cat. She is scared and hiding."

I followed his gaze 5 houses down.

There were the dogs surrounding the grumpy neighbor's deck. Below I knew the cat was hiding and "my" dogs on a sleepy Sunday morning were disturbing the peace.

I looked at my watch 9:56. I had 4 minutes to stop all mayhem.

I jumped in the truck and parked on the side of the road.Walking thru your neighbor's yard is like peeking in their window or worse yet riffling thru their underwear drawer . It's a very unnerving feeling. I stood averting my eyes from their big South facing window calling out their names. When this didn't work, I tried bribing them with treats, finally in desperation I tried catching them only to have them come running towards me until once in my reach they darted away.

It was 9:59.





I jumped back in the truck and went home. Defeated, their barks still echoed throughout the entire neighborhood like some kind of gong going off letting the entire street know I was a poor dog sitter. The phone rang. I knew it was someone complaining. I didn't answer.

The dogs came back. They knew they had misbehaved and gotten away with it like a wayward teen who stayed out past curfew.

I still want that cup of coffee and outside sun baking but there is no time for that.
By: Elisabeth Sparks
Crested Butte, CO