Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween '13

FYI, I was on the radio today, on Prairie Public's Main Street show, which is listenable here. The host, Doug Hamilton, said the selection I read was "chilling. But a warm, poignant chilling."


Here's a select photo from last weekend's trip to our hometown cemetery. The overview pictures don't show how weird and uncanny it was, because without the "before" you can't appreciate the "after." A few years back, there was a big tornado, and there's hardly a tree left. It's like going to visit someone you loved and not even recognizing them. It used to be that you felt completely enclosed, but now it's barren and wide open, so all the houses you never saw before are right there.

Trust me -- it did not look like this before.

I used to think that the trees growing in the cemetery would take on the spirits of the people buried there. Animistic from an early age! And now that the trees and shrubs are all gone, it seems doubly sad.

We also had a very peculiar experience will deserves its own blog post, so, there'll be a few more creeps to come!

In the meantime, Happy Halloween, and keep your pumpkins lit!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Cakes from HELL: the Pessimistic Baker Makes Skulls

Learning to bake has been on my to-do list for ages -- as I discovered when I picked up some of that fancy cooking spray, with the flour in it, and discovered two other cans that had expired over two years ago. Oops! But with Halloween upon us, I was determined to use the occasion to bake a cake in my skull cake pan, along with the skull and jack-o-lantern cupcake pans I've picked up along the way.

What I really need with baking (and cooking) at this point is familiarity. I've been looking for a book to help learn baking, and what I really want is something that starts with the rock-bottom basics, has you make something, and then slowly increases in complexity, building on skills used in things you've already made. The recipes need to use few ingredients, and appear simple and reassuring. There are lots of gorgeous and inspiring books out there, but they're all starting from too advanced of a place for me. Some of us are intimidated just by mixing the ingredients in a bowl!

So I started in the easiest place I could find: a box of cake mix. My specific tasks to conquer were: finding the hand mixer; using the hand mixer; turning on the oven; transferring batter into a pan; and not burning anything.

In those terms, it's a success!

The mixer was actually where I thought it would be, and I considered it a good omen when I found its doo-hickeys(see, I just had to Google to find out they're called "beaters").

The cake mix in question was a Pillsbury Moist Supreme Premium Cake Mix in "Classic White." It was quite yellow, though,and came out looking nothing whatsoever like the cake on the box. I did use the whole egg recipe rather than the egg white recipe -- because please -- which might be the difference, but it does make me wonder what's different about yellow cake.

(The numbering scheme of the following steps has been done by me, in summary of the relevant box instructions).

1. Set your oven to 350 degrees. On my oven, I can push a button for a particular function, set a temperature, and then it'll beep when it pre-heats to the temp. Fortunately, one of these functions is "Bake," so I knew to pick that instead of, say, "Broil." If I were cooking something, I might have some problems just turning on the oven, although I think I just always use "Bake," because what, the heat knows the difference? In any case, the oven pre-heated to 350 degrees before I even got blending. Does it make any difference? It seems to me, based on communal Christmas cookie baking, that the longer the oven is on, the hotter it gets, and thus, the less time you need to bake later batches. Will that be relevant? I have no idea.

2. Either use shortening and flour (Good lord! Is this the 1930s?) or "lightly coat" with no-stick cooking spray. As stated, I bought the fancy baking spray, so I used that. It came out in an uncontrollable futz of white spray, so I don't know about "lightly coating" anything. Also, the box said to use liners for cupcakes. That would normally make sense, even to me, but I was using special molded cupcake pans, that are supposed to be "non-stick."

3. Add ingredients. Fortunately, I'm an overachiever with the liquid measurements. AND I can crack an egg with one hand.

By the way, I totally Single White Female-ed this Pyrex bowl from a friend: I saw hers and went straight to eBay. But who can blame me? 

4. Blend ingredients until moistened. It took me a second to realize that meant separately from using the mixer, and blending is not the same as beating.

5. Beat with a mixer on medium speed for 2 minutes. My mixer has 4 numerical settings, so I assumed that 2 was "medium." That seems to have worked, since the result was something recognizable as cake batter.

I had some real concerns about whether the hand mixer was going to fling batter all over my kitchen, but it did not, even when I pulled the beaters out slightly to spin the batter off them. Fortunately, I have a vague memory of my mom doing that, so I didn't just stop mixing and leave them heavy with goop.

5a. They missed a step here, which is the part where you get the batter into the pans. Okay, yes, this is as rudimentary as it gets, but that's what I'm looking for!  I spooned into the cupcake pans, and poured into the bigger pan. The main thing I didn't really know was how much batter this was going to produce. The box said it made "24 cupcakes," but that wasn't helpful. Turns out, there was exactly enough batter for each of my pieces: one skull cake, 4 skull cupcakes, and 4 pumpkins. Kind of spooky.

6. Bake. "Follow the bake times below."

Here's where it gets tricky. Different bake times are given for 5 different cakish scenarios: One 13x9 inch pan; two 8-inch round pans; two 9-inch round pans; a Bundt pan; and 24 cupcakes (2/3rds full).

First of all: if you fill the cupcakes 2/34rds full, I imagine it's because it's going to rise. Does that mean a cake will rise also? With the cake pans, they don't say anything about how high to fill them. But it  seems that if cupcakes shouldn't be filled to the top, neither should cake pans.

My second confusion was about the relationship between the amount of cake in the oven at one time, as related to the bake time given. Maybe it's not even relevant, but who knows? Even a microwave will say to use more time if you're zapping two frozen enchiladas instead of one.

In my case, I had two pans with 4 cupcakes each, and a single cake pan, of unclear dimensions. We'll get to that troublesome skull in a minute; for now, I just don't know, even if I guess that cake pan is the equivalent of 8 inches, would I bake it at the time given for two 8-inch pans? How about if I want to put in the cake and one cupcake pan at the same time? (Which I did).

Questions like these are exactly why Betty Crocker was created in the first place!

I picked up some recycled aluminum cake pans for future reference, but when I got them home, I discovered they are 8 - 3/4ths round pans. So ... is that the bake time for 8 inches, or 9 inches?

In the meantime, despite not knowing enough to guesstimate, I totally did. With mixed results. I had the cupcakes in for a good 5+ minutes less than the suggested time, and they certainly didn't need any more.

However ...

7. Cake is done when a toothpick comes out clean.

Here's where we really had a problem, based on my wild guessing about proper times. To be fair, my skull cake pan is made of very thin metal and quite shallow, and it's neither a symmetrical shape, nor a consistent depth. So I definitely made this harder than it had to be. However, I did in fact skewer the cake, in different areas, and it came out clean.

So it had been cooling on the cookie rack for quite a while when I decided to turn 'er over and see how well the skull pattern had turned out. When, uh ... complete disaster! Although it was nice and golden baked around the edges, it was still soft and pudding-y in the middle. What a mess!

I announced that 8 cupcakes may be all we were going to get, but my honey helped me plop the whole mess onto a piece of aluminum foil, on a cookie sheet. We baked it for another ten minutes. What came out was more or less like a bread bowl cake. Hey, maybe that's a thing that should exist! Since it was yellowish, it looked very like it had some kind of cheesy stuff in the middle. So we ate it right out of there, fondue-style.

8. Clean up! The smartest thing I did was start putting dishes in the sink immediately. I put the egg shells in the measuring cup while I was blending. When I got to beating, I tossed them, and had the measuring cup handy to stash the sticky beaters in while I was pouring and putting in the oven. Once that was done, I squirted in some dish soap and let them soak, so the batter didn't dry on. Then, as soon as my second batch of cupcakes went in the oven, I immediately started soaking the mixing bowl. By the time those cupcakes were done, the first set of cupcakes were cool enough to remove from the pan, and I washed that along with the bowl, the measuring cup, the beaters, etc.

The verdict? Doable! Next time I'll try to use more normal cake pans and see if that makes a difference. Also, this mix was ironically a little sweet for my taste, so we'll have to see if I can darken it down in the future.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Swallowed Their Soul

Spoilers, all the way to the end:

Wow, who'd have ever thought that 1981s's The Evil Dead would ever come to seem subtle? But that's what I kept thinking during the many, many scenes of pain, suffering, and self-mutilation on display in 2013's Evil Dead (for a minor example: lingering close-ups of people pulling nails out of their flesh). Even more problematic, it is, like umpteen other remakes of horror classics, annoyingly over-determined.

I know it must be hard to make a cabin-in-the-woods fright flick after Cabin in the Woods, but oh, for the days when a group of friends could go on a weekend get-away, stumble across crazy-madness, and then, when they try to flee, discover that the bridge has been washed out!

In this film's overly complicated but needlessly opaque set-up, messed-up Mia has summoned friends and her estranged brother to their mom's old cabin to quit (heroin? I assume) cold turkey. This is the pretext that is supposed to prevent them from leaving; her two friends, who I thought were a couple, but then not -- they're all apparently childhood friends, with unclear resentments -- have made a pact to keep her prisoner if need be, to make sure she goes through with it this time.

I will add that star Jane Levy looks really pretty and well-groomed for a junkie, but as I said at the time, "Well, that's Hollywood."

It also seems to me that if her friends wanted to keep her locked up until it's all over, that's exactly what Detox is for, but again, never mind. They didn't say that she had insurance!

At any rate, after all that angst to explain why they didn't just leave in the first place, and the demon-possessed Mia is spitting white fluid, they discover that the bridge is freakin' washed out anyway! So they would have been legitimately trapped in place with the evil spirits anyway, if they'd acted like sane people, without all the rigamarole.

Her friend the nurse insists to brother David that Mia's getting the same treatment she would in a hospital, which seems slightly disingenuous, since the place is filthy, with barely flickering electricity. One would also think that if you discover the family cabin has been trashed, and the basement is full of strung-up dead animals, along with a mysterious occult book emblazoned with warnings not to open it under any circumstances -- even if you didn't believe in said occult forces, you might be concerned about whoever's been coming over and doing really creepy things in your house.

Speaking of which -- apparently that prologue, with the father burning his Deadite daughter alive in the cellar to save her soul -- must have happened relatively recently, since Mia and David's family photos are still stuck to the walls. So that group of people who know all about the the demons and the Book of the Dead were in the area, and just left the book sitting on a table for the first idiot who comes along? Because buddy Eric (a teacher, thanks very much) immediately busts the book open and sets about reciting passages aloud, despite the blood-red warnings -- and then spends the rest of the movie being kind of smug about his superior demon-knowledge.

Line in the sand, people!

Next time I feel a cold chill down my spine, I'm going to have to go around checking with all my friends that they didn't incant anything.

In a nutshell: my favorite part of the movie? I was feeling disappointed that the Bruce Campbell cameo must have been a rumor I misheard, when he turned up in profile after the credits. "Groovy," indeed.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Happy October to Me!

It's my wedding anniversary and the name of my blog, so I'm celebrating with coffee ice cream full of fudgy espresso beans! Because it's always good to stay up late once it's nice and dark and autumnal outside.

This morning before work I did a quick reading with the New Orleans Voodoo Tarot, and drew, I think for the first time, Papa Legba: roads opened, obstacles removed.  Depicted in the card specifically as a storyteller. I'm going out on a limb and calling that a good omen.

Then I changed my calendar at work, a souvenir from the Balaji Temple, which I toured with Sita-ji from the Bollywood Food Club (hey, if you'd done it, you'd namedrop too), and the new picture had two -- count 'em, two! -- different versions of Durga, each astride a beautiful lion. So nobody had better mess with my cubbyhole, boyo!

And with that, my honey walked in the door, so it's time to celebrate another year of year-round spookiness and general oddity.

My song for the day: