3 posts tagged “flammenkuchen”
- Get kids up and to school.
- Stop at McKay's, the best store in all of St. Mary's County and get stuff to make flammenkuchen. I've got to use my creme fraiche before it goes bad!
- Clean a whole bunch after a week of holidays, lunches with friends, breakfast/bible study with friends, afternoons hanging out with friends.
- Upload the first day of school pictures from oh, um, over a week ago. Post 'em to Vox. E-mail them to people.
- Hang out and watch the kids' sports practices. Or hang out while they practice and attempt to get farther into Persuasion by Jane Austen(or whoever the chick is that wrote Pride and Predjudice). Seriously, I feel like a dunce, but I have to read and reread sometimes. I'm determined to finish this one, unlike War and Peace. Fortunately, this is a much easier read than War and Peace.
- Make a delicious dinner for TV Thursday, which is quickly become Theological Thursday. Lately, it's been me, Steve, Rob and Kirsten at the table talking Bible, while poor Gary just wants to start playing Jeopardy. Funny thing, I actually have a question written down to ask Rob. Convenient having your brother in law also be your pastor. Although, that also means he knows me better than your average pastor. Not sure if that's a good thing. ;-)
- Go to bed. Seriously, I love going to bed. Nothing like curling up underneath our down comforter on our comfy featherbed. It's like sleeping wrapped up in a cloud. Oooh, and you know what? In about an hour, that is exactly where I'll be. Yay!
Ok, so here's what I did after scouring the different recipes that came up when I googled "Flammenkuchen recipe"....
I bought premade pizza dough from my local deli/butcher/liquor store. Not sure why they have there own premade pizza dough balls, but they do. Many of the recipes for flammenkuchen also came with directions for pizza dough, but I am lazy and have a fear of making things with yeast and requiring kneading and rising.
So I thawed it, let it rise, punched it down and spread it out in on a cookie sheet. Then I took a 4 oz container of creme fraiche (I read that you can also use sour cream) and spread it on the dough, like you would with pizza sauce. I topped it with thinly sliced onion and some panchetta (I cut it into small pieces and cooked it over medium high heat for about 5 minutes. I didn't cook it til it was crispy, just cooked through.) I put it in the oven, middle rack at 400 degrees for 20 minutes. And it was yummy.
I still want to find a better crust. The crust on the flammenkuchen we had in Germany was flakier and least yeasty. But this wasn't bad. It was my second attempt. First attempt I used sour cream mixed with cottage cheese and an egg instead of creme fraiche and real bacon bits instead of panchetta. It wasn't horrible, but this one was definitely closer to what we had in Germany. I think the creme fraiche and panchetta made a big difference.
I hope that wasn't too hard to follow. I don't usually use recipes. I look at it, decide what I want to do and then go in that general direction substituting and changing things here and there. So yeah, I need to get back to laundry. No moblogging that until I get it down to a more manageable and less embarrassing state!
My husband knows I have a terrible weakness for ice cream. I finished off my last 100 calorie ice cream sandwich today. I was glad because there would no longer be temptation staring me in the face every time I opened the freezer door. I only buy ice cream every couple of months, or off the ice cream truck one bar at a time. Otherwise, I find myself sitting at the dining room table after the kids go off to school gobbling down a huge bowl.
I have lost a bit of weight since the fall, and would like to keep it that way. I've been indulging a bit much lately and know it is time to pull back the reins a bit, unless I would like to break out a pair of larger pants from my large selection of sizes (c'mon, we all have fat pants, skinny pants, and a few sizes in between....you just never know if you might need those larger sizes ever again). Steve seems to think I still need to gain a pound or two, so he brought me home more ice cream. Not just any ice cream, certainly not my 100 calorie ice cream sandwiches. Oh no, he brought home 270 calorie per 1/2 cup Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
Of course, we all know you can't eat just a half cup of ice cream. Whoever decided a half cup of ice cream was your standard serving size was insane. Although, maybe he was trying to keep us from having a heart attack when we realized (after eating the whole pint) that we had consumed over a thousand calories in one sitting.
So after a wonderful dinner of wonderfully fattening homemade flammenkuchen (well, the dough was store bought, but I rolled it out and cooked the panchetta, thinly sliced the onion and spread on the creme fraiche), I ate a half pint of Ben and Jerry's too.
I can't be too mad at Steve though. He agreed to fill in for a friend's sunday school class tomorrow. Seems this week the lesson is on the husband and the wife and meeting the sexual needs of your spouse. Serves him right!
Steve is waiting for me to finish up so we can watch "Snakehead Terror". We taped it on the Sci-Fi channel earlier today. It looks wonderfully cheesy and is set in Maryland too. I'm a sucker for a good B movie. Hmmm, a bear was just killed by a snakehead fish, or maybe a school of 'em, who knows, but this deserves my undivided attention.
