The Gone Fishinâ€™ Issue of Betterbaking.com or
Summer in River City and recipes from a picnic hamperâ€¦..
Recipes for July
Please note Miss Liberty Cheesecake is the free/sample recipe for the month.
Canadian Butter Tart Squares or Pie
Miss Liberty Cheesecake
Southern Style Flaky Biscuits
Picnic Hamper Chicken
State Fair Blue Ribbon Strawberry Preserves
Andrea's Deep, Dark Truffle Fudge Cake
Family Picnic Bread
Dear Friends and Fellow Bakers,
Welcome to the Gone Fishinâ€™ issue of BetterBaking.com.
Gone fishinâ€™? Well, the pace is more relaxed and this baker is headed up to the country for some R&R by the lake. I am not supposed to say a word but a male relative of the baker, a very close relative actually, (and not male offspring more like a sibling) will be just married by the time you read this. Shhhhhâ€¦.you didnâ€™t hear it from me. But guess who made the entire sweet table? Fourteen cakes, four trays of marble brownies, apricot bars, pumpkin pie biscotti, rhubarb apple squares, Dulce de Leche, Hazelnut, New York Cherry and Chocolate Eruption Cheesecake later (did I mention two bubkas and a tower of cinnamon buns?), and I am ready to hide out in my hammock for three days. Ah, but doesnâ€™t it smell good here! Add some summery breezes to the baking scents, give a flag raise for Canada Day and July 4th and you can appreciate this lovely July 2004 is a head turning oasis.
Our June 2004 All That Jazz issue musical mode lingers as I share this monthâ€™s essay, a salute to musicals and summer, in the essay, Summer In River City, along with some appropriate recipes. I caution you now; this is not for the sedate or stern of heart. If you are not sentimental or groan when you hear Broadway tunes, just pan down to the recipes. Otherwise, I welcome you to a journey of images of sunny days, other times, and a luscious sense of yearning I hope never leaves any of us. For some reason, summer, musicals, July 4th and Canada Day, July 1st, seems a perfect time to speak of such things.
We also welcome some new friends to the site. www.Cutco.com are folks we have known a long while and each time we test out their fine cutlery, we become more enthused â€“ and we will be sharing our zeal with some neat product reviews.
Charity and Bakers? BB to Donate Percentage of Subscriptions to S.O.S., America's Bakesale
We have also, after many months of researching, adopted a charity close to our hearts, and yours.
It is the the American Bake Sale, www.greatamericanbakesale.org.htm, co-presented by Share Our Strength and PARADE Magazine, also sponsored by ABC, Betty Crocker and Tyson (see our front page for the links and logos). We will be letting you know more about how to contribute with your own bakesale to feed children at risk of hunger. (We will be setting this up with the States and Canada). Please note that a percentage of all BB subscriptions will be donated at the end of each year to this food charity program. It is nice to know that when you subscribe to BetterBaking.com you are also donating to a good cause and helping to feed kids, nation-wide through the S.O.S Programs. I will be offering free recipes to S.O.S. to help the broader bakesale, in a cyber way. The recipes will have a twist â€“ they are scratch ingredients and mixes (Betty Crocker is a devoted S.O.S. supporter) so please have a look. They are sure to be fun, fast, and novel baking ideas. More on Americaâ€™s Bakesale as we get more acquainted and coordinate our online efforts.
As for summer recipes, there are a ton more in the Archives, pickles, preserves, milk-boiled sweet corn, more pies, and salads. I offer you a picnic basketâ€™s worth in this monthâ€™s recipe collection however. Do remember to check for extras being added all the time (Banana Cream Pie is on my test list). JazzedonJava.net has more of my recipes.
And for your summer reading pleasure.......
Summer in River City
Oh, we got trouble
Right here in River City
Right here in River City
With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'
That stands for pool
We surely got trouble
We surely got trouble
Right here in River City
ALBUM: The Music Man
ARTIST: Meredith Wilson
Where is River City exactly? You know, the River City wherein Professor Harold Hill, of The Music Man, duped everyone â€˜cept Marion the Librarian into thinking he would lead 76 trombones down Main Street in fine form? The River City where there were bells on a hill and pool halls, lots of trouble and burgeoning romance? Well, wherever River City is, as well as that tiny town of Oklahoma, or the village in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, or blessed Avalon of Green Gables fame, I want to emigrate there for good. I want to reside and be from there. If someone could just wave a wand and impose me in a musical or the mythical local of a composite of vintage musicals, I promise, Iâ€™d not ever whimper - for that would be pretty well replete. Do you feel that way too? Do you miss an era you have never known but your soul remembers? I do. I miss that heyday of Broadway that produced that style of musical that had people breaking into song and dancing down the street. Of course, people do not do this, then or now, â€“ but in a musical, in those days, it was just this side of possible. Course, that was thenâ€¦and the world, has lost so much of it joy and innocence. It is not a time for sweetness â€¦unless you opt to bring it back. Bringing it back would take card-carrying sentimental fools to do so but nothing is so overdue as old-fashioned romance, soft-core nostalgia, and dreamy whispers of a world a major chord away.
Itâ€™s no wonder some of us want to take a hike over the rainbow and covet the sweetness of a place like Brigadoon or Carousel. Maybe it is time to bring back the sentiment and the music. If we ever needed sweetness and light, it is now. If you are up for the trip, here is a lush, tapestry of my want list â€“ it spans a host of images that should leave you dizzy and lost and yet found again, in a manner of speaking. Cue orchestra, start the overture, and raise the curtain. Buckle up â€“ weâ€™re taking a trip.
Years ago, I was a chorus dancer in local productions but even that (grueling rehearsals and all) scarce put a dent in my secret plan to cross through time and fiction and live in a staged world. I pranced (and sang) my way through Hello, Dolly, painted scenery, got thrown and twirled in the air, and lost 30 pounds in two months. I was a waif but I was happy. Actually, to keep â€˜in time periodâ€™, we girl dancers were required to wear a corselets, sort of a latter day bustier, to keep our waists tiny and prepare us for the rigors of full costume by show time. I still remember my two dresses: the buttercup yellow number with the bows and tiered hem and the red satin and black tulle gown for the supper club scene. I miss those dresses. Whatever wardrobe room they ended up in, I do believe a part of me is still living in those gowns. â€œEvery woman has one dress that is themâ€? I was told by the sage wardrobe woman who dressed the cast so splendidly (and who turned out to be a â€˜heâ€™ but fiddle deedee). â€œThat red dress is â€˜youâ€™â€?. Alas, apparently, the dresses (all the costumes) went from our production to one out in Vancouver but last I heard, no one had the requisite hourglass figure to fit them. (Says she archly)â€¦ they were designed for me, and I wore them first and I am much obliged to the loyalty those frocks showed. Sniff.
Now these were dresses with an absolute perfect equation of rustle to swish ratio. Bias cut, with bodices that would make Scarlet Oâ€™Hara wince, everywhere I walked, either of those dresses would sway just so â€“ exposing the tiniest bit of petticoat, ankle, and black character Capezio dance shoes. Clearly, it seems dresses like that would put chiropractors out of business simply because oneâ€™s posture improves dramatically by wearing one. You rise up in the saddle, so to speak. You find your backbone and your neckline pokes out from those jewel necklines like a swan. Gee whiskers! Golly, yes. Those dresses make you a lady from the outside, in.
It is no secret (and disease, war, crop failures, drug free child birth notwithstanding) that my era of choice is vaguely 1800-1900. My era is a town that has Broadway score behind it, and is lit up by a paper moon and an achingly yellow, unstinting sun. My perfect world is contained in a steamer trunk, yes indeed, it is. Open that trunk and out springs a town and a cast of types who are more family than family and who speak Perky Talk, a dialect of uncomplicated people who know whatâ€™s what and have half a mind to tell you so. Mine is a town that has a subtle sent of starch and Indian paintbrushes, melting butter on dollar sized pancakes and apple blossoms. Mine is a berg most anyone would want to call home. Wanna peek? Just push away those gingham curtains.
In summer, my desire to be and live as a character out of a Jerome Kern, Rogers and Hart, Hammerstein play becomes as keen as newly mowed hay, blossoming lilacs, and honeysuckle hedges. I want to fish, stroll, and paint my wagon. I want to dance in a laneway, flit among butterflies, and tuck my hand on some gentâ€™s arm and stroll a spell. I am a girl outta my era and out of time signature living in a soulless new millennium that says I am stranger than springtime. I want to swing till dusk in a tire swing and land in a mound of hay; catch fireflies in a cracked jar and rinse my hair in rainwater I collected the night before.
Oh, but just picture me, upon your knee, in a pinnie and white stockings. I could be happy as a June bug. But see, hereâ€™s the thing. In this perfect world, everyone would be like me â€“ fashioned of musicals, birthed by starlight and dreams of a time and an America gone by. A simple rural reverie and corn pone romance.
Here in Springtown, on Main or Maple Street, folks take the long way home, and are into courtin', strolling, bidding on pies, talking books, and reading short story installments in the The Herald or The Register, dropping linen handkerchiefs and hoping someone finds them. Better yet, remembering to scent the hankie with Florida Water or oil of tea rose. If only the worse unhappiness we knew was to find the soda fountain was out of sarsaparilla and we had to make do with iced tea or lemonade...and that was the day's worst disappointment.
How I long for white shirts with tiny tucks, pencil mustached men coming out of barbershops with red swirling poles outside. I want to frequent a general store with penny candy, a shop keeper that calls me Miss Marcy, hands me a bag of barley sugar candy and blackballs from St. Louis and says, â€˜Now, Missy, will you be putting that on account or howâ€™s about we trade a batch oâ€™ yer fine biscuits that took the blue ribbon at the Sadie Hawkinsâ€™s Day fair?â€?. I want that.
I also want to bump into gossiping old maids, and cluck at knickered boys who cross my path, and get wide-eyed to see â€œCircus Coming Soonâ€? signs. I want to wag my finger at an orange cat that steals the cream, shuck corn, pry berry hulls, and wipe sweat off my brown with a calico apron. I want to be woo-ed by a sweet boy called Charlie and then run and tell my best friend (in person: NOT by cell phone, email, fax or text messaging!!!) that some fella is sweet on me and asked my pop if he could come callinâ€™.
I want to use a paper fan with a lacquered wood handle to cool off; watch beads of moisture form on Mason jars of new jam and find extra cache of honey in a hive I forgot. I want my picnic basket, replete with buttermilk-fried chicken, to snag the highest price at the charity auction.
I want to live where the moon is always a full one and there is a brook I slip pretty stones in or a well that hears my wishes. I want a tree with my initials in a heart, and a screen door that rocks back and forth in an easy-going, melodic squeak. I want the sky to look like rain and then deluge and then rainbows. I want a pond filled with catfish and a private place where only I know where the best blueberries hide out. I want a Saturday night social and caramel corn and a promise of a Ferris wheel and fireworks that are pretty and unchoregraphed and followed by the gasp of delight and delayed sound of the rockets that clear the sky. I want some strange, gold-toothed lady to read my tarot cards and tell me I have two men in my future: one will come by sea and one on a horseback. â€œWhich one will I chooseâ€?, say I. But she puts the cards away as I lick the last of light blue cotton candy from my fingertips.
I want to sally forth and do a square dance. Or plan a barn raisinâ€™ and organize the victuals and make committees of my bestest of friends. I long to argue over the dÃ©cor (harvest â€˜n hay stacks or stringed pink lights, Japanese garden theme that will have the girls in the other county say Iâ€™m getting citified and above myself). I want to fret over high top shoes that pinch and I want to go to the dance in that surrey with the Isinglass curtains. (I will pass on the guy called Curley or Judd). I want to smell fresh shoe polish, bayberry cologne, all mingling with roasted corn, spicy apple cobbler and dandelion wine. Speaking of spirits, I want to get silly on blackberry cordial and loose my silver pendant, holding a four-leaf clover that I will find after next snowâ€™s thaw. I will press it in a journal I keep; the one with the leather ties and swear it brings me luck. One day, I will sew it into a down quilt that will keep my first-born baby boy warm.
I want to start a newspaper that makes the town matrons say, â€˜well now, isnâ€™t she a caution!â€? and the menfolk, scratch their heads. And I want someone renegade with a ton of dough to haul up one day with lumber and nails and build a place for that darned newspaper that shows people I DO mean business and AM a caution. But in a good way.
I guess I want each and every clichÃ© and I want it in G Major or nice, bright C Major key.
Wouldnâ€™t it be loverly?
Iâ€™m as corny as Kansas in August, is what youâ€™re really saying, right?
I reckon you are right. Time to reel it in and come on home.
Those musicals, those times, those worlds are sleeping in another strata of time, much like Brigadoon. I only get there when I dream and I only dream when common sense takes a vacation and no one is demanding I come down to earth.
I am dancing to Rent and a sleeper of a show called The Last Five Years while watching my sons play baseball (I have a headset, I stake out a forest area near the diamond, I watch every play they make and I dance. Canâ€™t help it).
I am baking up treats for day camp, baseball teams and jazz bands, and wondering where cyberspace really is. I am referring to my fridge, as the larder and calling the pantry, the buttery. I am making biscuits on my flea market, Franklin stove on my back deck, and listening to planes land and the buzz of a vintage Doobie Brothers on the radio.
Instead, I am checking the New York Times to see if summer stock musical revivals are happening at Tanglewood, Saratoga, or Cape Cod. I am plodding away on my own two musicals (yes, one involves chefs!) and dream about the day they will be staged.
Insteadâ€¦. I am here, digitally yours, and oddly, soundtrack notwithstanding, amazingly, often unreasonably, inexplicably happy, and humming Do I Hear a Waltz, Where Or When and Itâ€™s A Grand Night For Singing. The corn is as high as my eyes can see and the moon is full and aglow. To quote Ms. Merman, 'I hear music and there's no one there' or maybe, just maybe, it is simply the sound of my own heart singing.
Happy Canada Day and Happy July 4th to everyone. Wishing you all a summer of music, memories, special times with special people, and idle summer moments to cherish.
Host, Head Baker, Writer
Summer in River City is dedicated to Richard Ouzounian, film and theatre critic, Toronto Star and host of the renown (and just off the air) CBCâ€™s Say It With Music.
Recipes for July
Canadiana Butter Tarts
Miss Liberty Cheesecake
Flaky Butter Biscuits
Marion the Librarian Hermit Cookies
Picnic Hamper Chicken
State Fair Blue Ribbon Strawberry Preserves
Andreaâ€™s Fudge Cake
Raspberry Zinger Bars
Family Picnic Bread
Recipes for June 2004
Buffalo Girl Chicken Tenders
Greek "S" Cookies
Banana Bread Biscotti
â€œOOâ€? Italian Flour Pizza Dough
Pizza on the Grill Tips
Supermarket Yellow Cake for Strawberry Shortcake
Buttermilk Vanilla Scones with Currants
Recipes for May 2004
Ooey Gooey Peanut Butter Cookies
Basque Butter Cake
Italian Cream Cake
Whole Wheat Date and Orange Muffins
Asian Chicken Salad
Double Fudge Chocolate Cookies
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- A Note from Marcy March 2006 Passion - Gettin' Some - March 2006 - Havana A Heat Wave, Baking with A Latin Beat and The Passion Play
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- A Note from Marcy - December 2005 - Bake It Forward, Gift Baking Issue
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- A Note from Marcy - October 2005 - It All Happens for a Reason or Sometimes Bread Just Doesn't Rise.....
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- A Note from Marcy - August 2005 - The Tao of Pie
- A Note from Marcy - July 2005 - The Journey of the Journal plus Twix Bars!
- A Note from Marcy - June 2005 - A Pastry Chefs Trial by Cheesecakes
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- A Note from Marcy - April 2005 - When Harry Met Salad
- A Note from Marcy - March 2005 - Baking with an Irish Broque; A Romance in the Dairy Queen One Fine March
- A Note from Marcy - February 2005 - She Just Doesnâ€™t Get Him, Valentineâ€™s Day Rebuttal and Cupcakes Galore
- A Note from Marcy - January 2005 - The Art of Changing and Making Space in a New Year
- A Note from Marcy - December 2004 - The Shall We Dance or Shall We Bake, Holiday Baking Issue and an Ode to Dance
- A Note from Marcy - November 2004 - The Bread and Soup Issue and How A Canadian Became Americanized (sort of)
- A Note from Marcy - October 2004 - The Field of Dreams Issue, Baseball and the Baker
- A Note from Marcy - September 2004 - The Catcher of the Rye Issue, What Falls Away, the Sweet Taste of Forgiveness and Letting Go
- A Note from Marcy - August 2004 - Itâ€™s All Greek To Me Issue and The Evils of Multi-Tasking
- A Note from Marcy - June 2004 - The All That Jazz Issue, How To Scat and Improvise in Wheat
- A Note from Marcy - May 2004 - The Bread and Roses Issue, Goddess, Feminist or Feminineâ€¦and Fudge
- A Note from Marcy - April 2004 - Waiting for Happy, or If I Won the Lotto
- A Note from Marcy - March 2004 - Meet You in the Bookstore, My Love Affair with Books
- A Note from Marcy - February 2004 - Sweets for the Sweet, a Valentine From the Baker
- A Note from Marcy - January 2004 - How To Eat Right or Resolution 2004 â€“ How Not To Diet
- A Note From Marcy - December 2003 - The Sugar and Spice Issue
- A Note from Marcy - November 2003 - How To Weather the Weather, or Keeping Cozy in Late Fall
- A Note from Marcy - October 2003 (Part 2) - They Laughed When I Got Up To Bake, Hotel School Trials
- A Note from Marcy - October 2003 (Part 1) - How I Got Into Baking, A Bakerâ€™s Beginnings Part 1
- A Note from Marcy - September 2003 - Welcome To Wheatland, a bakerâ€™s fantasy or Camelot in Flour
- A Note from Marcy - August 2003 - Notes on Homemade Krispie Kreme Doughnuts
- A Note From Marcy - July 2003 - Memories of Summer Music Camp or Baking to Birdland
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