Peanut Butter Biscuits
April 26, 2008
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Well, it’s been pretty hectic over here in the DDD household. For the past couple of days, I’ve been slogging away at course prep for a course that deals with diaries and personal journals. (Did you know, for instance, that the first online diary, or weblog –today known simply as “blog”–was begun in 1994? Or that psychiatrists and psychologists often ask their patients to use free association or stream-of-consciousness in journals as a way to dredge up old, repressed conflicts or neuroses?) Okay–enough work for now! Time for a snack break.
Ah, but what to eat? Hmmm. . . .well, funny, but peanut butter popped into my head. Oh, yeah, baby–peanut butter! I love it. It’s creamy, it’s delicious, it’s full of–well, nuts. (Oh. Hmmm. Is that a bad thing, that I just said “nuts”? Really, I didn’t mean anything by it. . .sometimes, you know, a peanut is just a peanut.). Peanut butter was one of my favorite foods in childhood. (Not that I’m trying to re-live my childhood, or anything.) Of course, nowadays, peanut butter is quite often troublesome, potentially deadly, even–all those peanut allergies and sensitivities. . . which is quite sad, actually. All because we were fed too much of it when we were kids. And now we’re paying for it! Where’s the justice in that? I mean, HOW COULD MY MOTHER DO THAT TO ME? Oh, yes, it’s becoming all too clear: It’s all my mother’s fault! I may never get over it. . . I think I’m getting a complex. . .
Well, any Freudian issues aside, I must admit that I do remain a bit conflicted about the stuff. Although I so enjoy the flavor of it, there’s really nothing elegant about peanut butter (on its own, anyway). For many of us, it’s simply a quick, cheap, and easy base for a meal, something we rely on when either time or funds are scarce; and it’s one of the first foods we eschew as soon as we can afford anything better. And of course there’s the allergy thing, too.
Perhaps worse, peanuts sometimes harbor potentially deadly toxins. As you probably know, the peanut is actually a legume, not a nut; and its shell, being somewhat soft and porous, functions as a perfect hiding place for a variety of molds, foremost among them something called aflatoxin. When I first read about this particularly virulent fungus and its affinity for peanuts, I stopped eating peanut products that same day.
And while aflatoxins are generally found only in minute amounts in peanut products (their levels are monitored, ostensibly), they are, nevertheless, twenty times more toxic than DDT, promoting liver damage and a variety of cancers. Unfortunately, organic peanut butter isn’t exempt, even though it’s free of many other carcinogens (read: pesticides, additives).
Well, after a bit of debate, I welcomed my childhood friend back into my home and diet–my feelings for it were just too deeply rooted–but in relatively small quantities. Besides, the legendary legume still boasts many very positive attributes, and the benefits seemed to equalize the drawbacks. For instance, peanuts also contain heart-healthy monounsaturated fats; they provide just as many antioxidants as fruit (which would, theoretically, balance out some of the nasty aflatoxin effects); they contain many cancer fighting compounds (again, anti-aflatoxin), and, along with nuts in general, are said to help with weight loss (I am SO on it!).
But was there a way to incorporate the plebeian peanut into the realm of adult tastes? True, you can find peanut butter in a variety of Thai dishes, which I love, or the less-spicy Chinese sauces. And I made good use of PB in one of my favorite soups of all time, Moroccan Spiced Tomato Soup.
But today, I wanted to find something else. Something a little more mature. A little more sophisticated. A little more. . .baked.
I suppose I could have taken an easy route and opted for that old standard, Peanut Butter Cookies. With their characteristic cross-hatch and crispy bottoms, they’re a homey, cheerful and somewhat quaint rendering of PB. And then there’s this bread, which I’ve been salivating over for quite some time. Looks fabulous, doesn’t it? But it requires the dreaded yeast, and I just couldn’t shake my anxiety over that one quite yet (is it an Edible Complex? Is it peanut envy?).
In the end, I decided to try something from my copy of the Damn Tasty! cookbook by Kris Holechek, which I bought some time ago and still hadn’t used. (Unfortunately, the book is no longer in print). I flipped to the recipe for Basic Biscuits–quick, easy, familiar–and made a couple of quick adaptations.
The result was a light (flaky, almost), very appealing biscuit with the added dimension of peanut butter. At the same time, the biscuits are sturdy enough to cut in half and slather with a favorite topping (in my case–more PB!).
Later, served with a little apple butter, they were reminiscent of those long-ago sandwiches of my childhood.
Which is a good thing.
No, really.
Because I used an ice-cream scoop to create uniformly sized biscuits, I thought this would be a great submission for Joelen‘s Tasty Tools event, this month highlighting scoops.
Peanut Butter Biscuits (adapted from Damn! Tasty Vegan)
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These are light and not too sweet, with a subtle peanut butter flavor. Like a peanut-butter enhanced whole-wheat biscuit, they exude nutrition, healthfulness and subconscious id-related urges.
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Moroccan Spiced Tomato Soup
December 6, 2007
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As promised, I’m going to supply the recipes from the cooking class I taught last week—my last ever in my home (sniff!).
But first, I must interrupt today’s entry because I’ve been tagged for a meme! Annie over at Forest Street Kitchen kindly included me in the game. Considering that up until yesterday I didn’t even know what a meme was, this should be fun. Can I offer this as an open invitation to other readers/bloggers to answer as well? I’d love to hear from you. And I’ll tag Deb. Here goes:
FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD:
- Telephone salesperson selling wholesale frozen sides of beef (even funnier once you know that I grew up with a father who was a butcher AND that I don’t eat meat any more).
- Writer for local entertainment magazine geared at American tourists (MAN do I miss those complimentary tickets to theatre, museums, launch parties, etc.!!)
- Size 9 dress model (Yes. True. Very long ago. Ah, how the mighty’s weight has risen).
- Baker for vegetarian restaurant (totally serendipitous, result of a friend with a big mouth—and how I will always love her for getting me involved in this world!).
FOUR PLACES I’VE LIVED:
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Born and raised there. No, I am not a Francophone, though I went to French immersion school and visited France as part of a school trip (it was fantastique!).
- Framingham, Massachusetts. Home of the famous heart study. Also home of (some of) my American cousins, with whom I spent a teenaged summer.
- Windsor, Ontario, Canada. Location of the first university I attended (University of Windsor), southernmost city in Canada, actually SOUTH of Detroit. Where I rediscovered the exquisite joy of reading literature, where I met my beloved mentor (the recent loss of whom I deeply mourn), and where I finally grew up (a bit).
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Current home, where I’ve been since coming to do my PhD in 1983, where I married and divorced, subsequently met my HH and adopted my cherished Girls, and rediscovered my childlike tendencies (not to be confused with childish, mind you).
FOUR PLACES I’VE BEEN ON HOLIDAY:
- California: with my best friend A. Three weeks of hysterical laughter, amazing sights, meeting great people, feeling totally independent.
- London: 30 years after California, two more weeks with A, this time at her home in England, having a riotous time with her and her adorable new hubby.
- Bandol, France: three weeks as a French immersion student (see above), nerdy enough to actually attend the classes they’d scheduled instead of wandering around the South of France by myself (I did attend scheduled tours, though, which were lovely).
- Newfoundland, Canada: Two weeks with my Honey, our first “real” vacation together, as we discovered the beauty and bounty of our very own country, and how it is so vast that a short flight east can feel like visiting another continent.
FOUR FAVORITE FOODS:
- Chocolate. What else? All intensities, all shades. Best when organic, when somehow connected to caramel, but always welcome in any form.
- Spicy Penang Fried Keow Tow noodles from our favorite Malaysian restaurant. Must order with at least 2 other people present, or I eat the entire platter.
- Almond-Curry Stir Fry with tofu, from my friend Nettie’s cookbook. The combination of curry and almond butter in the sauce is startling and delectable.
- Simple, raw Kale and Avocado Salad. Fresh, crunchy, creamy—the perfect way to consume kale. Not bitter! Not bitter! (recipe in a later post).
FOUR PLACES I’D RATHER BE:
- With my HH, somewhere warm.
- With my sisters, somewhere warm.
- With my girlfriends, somewhere warm.
- With my Girls, somewhere warm.
Whew! That was actually lots of fun. Thanks, imagineannie, for including me! Looking forward to hearing what others have to say.
Now, on to today’s NAG-friendly recipe. . . .
This recipe for Moroccan Spiced Tomato Soup was originally given to me by a former office mate, who eventually became a close friend. At the time (late 1980s), I was perpetually in awe of her, as she was somewhat of an anomaly among our colleagues: the first bona fide vegan I ever knew, she was both incredibly intelligent and incredibly beautiful. Amazonian in height (over six feet tall), she still had something of an ethereal nature about her, with cropped ashen hair and a model’s grace. She spoke with a calming, velvety voice and I loved spending time with her and soaking up details about her alternative (extremely alternative, at the time!) lifestyle. Although she and I have lost touch over the years, my HH and I still enjoy this soup every winter. It’s one of our favorites as a hearty and warming dinner.
Don’t be put off by the ostensibly bizarre inclusion of peanut butter here. It virtually disappears into the soup and effectively simulates the addition of thick cream.
Moroccan Spiced Tomato Soup
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The combination of creaminess, spices, and tomatoes provides the perfect comfort food for a cool evening, or after you’ve just finished posting your Holidailies entry. This is a quick and fabulous soup. Pair with corn bread or a crusty french loaf for a complete meal. [Note: this soup can easily be made gluten-free with GF ketchup.]
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Tea Biscuits at the Ready
November 11, 2007
With no stove and no way of cooking anything, I’m grateful for the few baked goods left in the freezer. These are tea biscuits I created while experimenting with vegan and sugar-free biscuits and scones.
These are light and surprisingly tasty, considering that they have no butter, eggs, or refined sugar. They’re made with spelt flour and agave nectar, one of my favorite sweeteners. I use organic raisins and organic sunflower oil (just a touch). While I do use organic soy milk in these, I think they could just as easily be made with rice milk (and definitely with almond milk).
So, amid the boxes and newspaper, the cartons and garbage bags and two dogs miling about, I enjoyed a quick and easy breakfast of tea biscuits with organic peanut butter. ( “The peanut butter was particularly tasty, mum!”).
Basically a healthier variation on a PB sandwich–but much more yummy. ( “We have to agree. You can feed us tea biscuits any time! Now, what are all these boxes doing everywhere?”)