Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Paris in a Nutshell, Plus Some Tips


Traveling to Paris the day after multiple terrorist attacks took place probably wasn't the smartest idea on my part. I know Brandon would have preferred to exchange winter in the City of Lights for a warm sandy beach, preferably where the native tongue is Spanish. Nevertheless, we went. Getting stuck at the airport for three hours while, what seemed like, the entire French army shut down the whole section to the train for who knows what was freaking terrifying and made me want to pee my pants might have been a tad bit unsettling, but hey, with all of that heightened security, it was probably one of the safest times to go...right?

We weaved our way from train to train until arriving at our tiny flat in the Latin Quarter of the city and, without hesitation, beelined it for the first pastry shop we could find. The pain au chocolats were still hot when we bit into the buttery exterior and our steaming cappuccinos washed them down perfectly. If there's one thing I've learned on our most recent world travels, it's that European coffee is far superior to ours.




After settling in and freshening up, I would love to say that we spent our first day exploring the city, captivated by the romance of it all. However, jet lag is real and our picturesque tête-à-tête turned into three hours of comatose snoozing.

Anyways, for my 2 avid readers (hi mom!) or anyone traveling to Paris in the future, here are a few tips for exploring the city without breaking the bank.

1. Airbnb
I love Airbnb. Next time you travel, ditch the overpriced hotel for a cozy apartment in the heart of everything. You have the option of staying in a shared space (probably the cheapest way to do it), having a private room, or renting an entire apartment to yourself, which is what we did. This kind of lodging lets you become immersed in the culture, you get to feel like a resident instead of a tourist, plus, you can cook which leads me to my next tip...

2. Cook
Hands down, my favorite part of traveling is the food. I love food and if the only thing I did while in Paris was eat pastries and drink coffee, I would be happy. That being said, eating out can get pricey, especially in Europe and there's something about going into a small market and trying to buy groceries from someone who doesn't speak a lick of English that makes it that much more interesting. We bought fresh baguettes and made ham and cheese sandwiches and toast and eggs with them and it was wonderful! We cooked at our flat probably 50% of the time which saved us a ton on cash money and that way, we could spend most of it on the important things in life: croissants.

3. Walk and Ride the Metro
Brandon and I pretty much walked everywhere in Paris, which is easy to do since it only takes about 2 hours to cross the city on foot. I love walking, for one it burned off the multitude of fat-laden baked goods we ingested every five minutes few pastries we ate and you get to really experience the city. There's so much to see on foot. We did get lazy at night though and quickly realized that there are Metro stops pretty much everywhere with maps that are super easy to read. You can take the Metro anywhere in Paris and there's a direct line to the airport. It costs about 1.80 Euro for a ticket (it's free on Sundays!!) and you can buy them at any stop. Make sure to buy them from the yellow ticket machines, not the information desks because they will over charge you (at least at the airport). Also, the app Paris Metro RATP Map and Route Planner is free and it helped us a ton.

4. Learn some French
This one isn't really about saving money but contrary to popular belief, not everyone speaks English. Most people are nice about it if you can't speak French but it's polite to at least try. The key phrases to know are hello/good morning/good afternoon: bonjour; good evening: bonsoir; good bye: au revoir; please: s'il vous plaît; thank you: merci. If you took high school French, you should be fine, but if you're like me and didn't, try to brush up a bit before you go, it's pretty embarrassing when you accidentally say s'il vous plaît instead of au revoir don't know how to say anything.

Probably the best tip I can give a person is to get a part time job at an airline, there's no way the hubs and I would be able to travel so often if we didn't get free airfare!

Here's some useful links:
Where to Stay in Paris
Airbnb
Tipping Etiquette in Paris

This fleeting life is such a blessing, go out and see the world.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Let's Talk About Sex


Just kidding, let's talk about Jesus instead. And food...I love food.

I love Jesus and I love church, I even love the excessive cheesiness of the worship songs, but I've found myself at a standstill on Sunday mornings. Why? Because most Christians just suck. Sure, the majority of people go to church to have a relationship with their friends God, and most pastors want to help themselves the needy, but in this Christmas season, it's hard to listen to a bunch of people speaking Christianese about "running the race of Christ towards the finish line" and "living out the plans He has for us" when people in the world are starving to death and we are eating so much we feel like barfing. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but something tells me "running the race" doesn't include trampling people to get an extra 30% off the day after "giving thanks" and that the plans He has for us are not to waste our lives chasing money. Jesus didn't just sit around in a small group and chat about helping others, he actually did it.

When did "being the church" turn into donating money so pastors could bring home half a mil every year (Mark Driscoll anyone)? And when did helping the poor turn into donating a little bit of cash on Christmas? Don't get me wrong, helping people is always great, but there are three hundred and sixty five days in a year, why do we only think about the people freezing to death on our streets on one of those days?

We have one life on this earth, one chance to make a difference, one chance to love the people who need it most, and once chance to give back because we are so fortunate to live in a country where we can.

"Don't just pretend to love others. Really love them. Hate what is wrong. Hold tightly to what is good. Love each other with genuine affection and take delight in honoring each other. 
-Romans 12:9-10

On a brighter note, I made some seriously delish beef stew the other day and who would I be if I didn't share it with the nonexistent viewers of this blog? So here you go, maybe you can whip up a big pot and pass it out to some hungry peeps.

Beef Stew
*This is a mash up of a few different recipes I have come across

-4 large carrots, peeled and chopped
-1 yellow onion, peeled and chopped
-5 red potatoes, chopped
-1/2 cup frozen pees
-2 garlic cloves, peeled and smashed
-2 celery ribs, chopped
-1 1/2 lbs grass fed beef stew meat
-2 Tbs olive oil
-4 cups beef broth or stock
-1/4 cup whole wheat flour 
-2 Tbs dijon mustard
-1/2 tsp ground cloves
-2 bay leaves
-1 Tbs fresh rosemary, minced(plus more for garnish)
-1 tsp fresh thyme, minced (plus more for garnish)
-salt and pepper

Heat olive oil in a large pot over medium/high heat. In a large bowl, add the stew meat and season liberally with salt and pepper, add the flour and toss until all of the meat is evenly dredged.

Add stew meat and remaining flour to heated pot and let beef cook on each side about 2-3 minutes.

Once the beef is browned, add beef broth or stock, garlic, mustard, ground cloves, bay leaves, rosemary and thyme. Cover and let simmer about 1 1/2 hours.

After 1 1/2 hours, add the remaining ingredients and cook another 30-45 minutes (depending on how soft you want the veggies). Add a little bit more salt and pepper if desired and enjoy!

This recipe made enough for me and the hubs to eat for dinner two nights in a row.

*quick shout out to my amazing talented Aunt Guyla for making that awesome bowl in the picture!


Saturday, May 3, 2014

Derek, Marilyn and the Width of my Hand

Lord, remind me that my days are numbered- how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is but a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.
Psalm 39:4-6

As I sit in our tiny 300 sq ft apartment and listen to the rain tap my window, I am reminded of what's important in life: chocolate how we spend it. Too often we waste our lives in jobs we hate, working for someone we want to stab in the jugular have no respect for, living somewhere we don't want to be (not us, we move every five minutes). Maybe it's just our generations' overabundance of participation trophies and Marilyn Monroe quotes, like this one below, that has us believing that the American Dream sucks (which it does). By the by, I'm pretty sure the whole hipster movement was born out of this quote, because that is ridiculousness at it's finest, and god-forbid they be anything close to boring.
I know what you're thinking, "easy for you to say Brianna, you don't have a job!" I prefer to think of it as an extended vacation, (plus I'm in the middle of a career change so it's fine, people!) but let's be honest here, unless you're galloping into work everyday like a freaking steed, stoked on life to start your day, you're probably reading this and saying to yourself, "oh crap! Brianna is SO right!" I know, I know, I'm smart. Jk lolz.

But anywhoosies, back to what this ramble-fest blog post is actually about. This life is so fleeting, why waste anymore of it doing something you hate just to die in a freak gasoline fight accident? Life is about love. Loving yourself, loving everyone around you and loving the big guy upstairs who created us all simply because He had so much love to share. Not about climbing the corporate ladder, chasing the American Dream or working for the man and life sure as heck isn't about how much money you can hoard for yourself.

Do you understand that the world does not revolve around you and your "do whatever it takes, ruin as many people's lives, so long as you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied along the way, just so long so you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied and dying along the way"

"We are merely moving shadows, and our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it." Psalm 39:6

(Well, I'll actually be the one spending it, on student loans. Thanks 'Merica for convincing the youth of the nation that higher education is the only way to make something out of yourself and then financially-raping us all while we contract Hepatitis A from a nasty walk-in clinic because we can't afford Obamacare*.)


*Just kidding, thanks for the health insurance mom!



Saturday, March 1, 2014

Pie and Proverbs

5:30 am. Wake up, make coffee, pack lunch, cereal to bowl, add some milk, kiss goodbye, back to bed. 11:00 am. Spend the next hour trying to wake up again, make coffee, cereal to bowl, add some milk, read bible, try to write, run some errands, make dinner, go to work. 1:30 am. Come home from work, shower, sleep. Repeat. This little routine reaffirms my hatred for the foodservice industry. Good thing I didn't spend seven years of my life and two degrees on it...After years of slaving away working hard, I finally finished my BA in Hospitality Management. I thought, maybe someday I'll open a little French Cafe and spend my days baking pastries and sipping cappuccinos with Bille Holiday playing in the backgroud. People would be sitting in cozy armchairs indulging in one of my sweet treats, reading an old Jane Austin novel or talking about life with friends, the comforting sound of the crackling fireplace lulling us all into a sugary haze saturated with happiness and warmth. Sounds lovely doesn't it?

I had so many different dreams as a kid of what I wanted to be when I grew up. Dentist, mountain woman, owner of a maple syrup farm, housewife, owner of a french bakery. I tried to go with the last one only to realize that working with crazy foodies makes me want to gouge out my eyes and kill myself cry. The housewife option sounded pretty awesome too until I didn't work for a few months after getting married and spent my days pathetically binge watching so many TV shows that I could no longer differentiate between the characters' struggles and my own. Rough life, I know. A stay at home mom is the next path I want to try and walk down but that requires kids and I know my hubs wouldn't be too stoked on babies just yet. Not to mention I've got a bet to win and popping out a bunch of little nuggets would mean only one thing: I would lose the bet. Not gonna happen Lisa. Although I hate my current career path, when I do make that triumphant leap from disgruntled pastry person to #1 mom, I'm sure my kids will be fat and happy from all of the butter-filled, high-cholesterol-laden, sugar-infused goodies I'll be pumping out on the regular.

If there's one thing I've learned so far from living a slow-paced life in Montana it's this: at the end of this fleeting life, I don't want to look back at the wasted days spent sitting on the couch or chasing this stupid American Dream that's been force-fed into all of us since we could roll over and manage to mutter out a form of the word 'mom.' I want to look back on how I impacted the world, how I loved my husband the way God loves me and how I lived a life striving to do his will, not my own. I want to live the life of a Proverbs 31 woman, being a light to those in desperate need of a little sunshine and making delightfully delicious desserts along the way...like pie.
World's Best Pie Dough
Normally I wouldn't share this with anyone but now that I've decided to ditch my dreams of opening a cafe, why not give the world the gift of unbelievably mind-blowing pie dough?

Yield: 1 9" pie, bottom and top crusts
Time: roughly 10 minutes

1 lb pastry flour
1 tsp salt
10 oz butter, chilled
3/4 C ice water, about
1 Tbs fresh lemon juice or vinegar
2 Tbs sugar

1) Cut your chilled butter into 1" cubes. The butter must be chilled, like cut up and sitting in the fridge all night chilled, not like you stuck it in there for 30 minutes thinking that would be good enough. If the butter isn't super cold then the pie crust won't be permeated with little flakes of heaven.

2) Put the pastry flour, sugar and salt in a large, seriously large, unless you want flour all over your kitchen, bowl and mix it up a little so the sugar and salt are distributed throughout.

3) Measure out your ice water, literal ice water...with chunks of ice floating around.

4) Add the butter to the flour mixture and with your index fingers and thumbs, flatten out the chunks of butter, making sure they are all coated with flour. This step is what causes the super flakey crust.

5) Add the lemon juice or vinegar (I like to use organic apple cider vinegar) to the flour mixture and slowly add the ice water. I hardly ever use all of it so don't just dump it in, you want the mixture to be wet enough to create a ball of dough but not super sticky.

6) Form the dough into 2 balls, wrap in plastic wrap and store in the fridge.

Note: When making pie, use chilled dough, roll out the bottom dough first and place the pie plate with the rolled out dough in the freezer until you are ready to bake it off, this will maintain its shape. If the dough is warm when it is put in the oven then the dough will fall and it won't look pretty, but it will still taste amazing so do with it what you will. I like to pre-bake my bottom crust first. If you do this, make sure to poke holes in the bottom of your crust with a fork and put parchment with dried beans on it as well so it doesn't puff up. I also like to brush my top crust with egg wash (1 egg, a pinch of salt and a splash of water mixed together) and sprinkle it with organic cane sugar.
Chicken Pot Pie I made last week

Friday, January 17, 2014

Coffee, Blizzards and the Beach

I first fell in love with coffee as a young child, the rich scent filled our home every morning as my dad brewed his freshly ground French Roast. As a preteen I forced myself to drink that sweet nectar of life by adding bag upon bag of sugar and way too much cream to dilute it to a concoction of fat and crystalized cancer with a splash of caffeine. Upon the start of high school I was introduced to Starbucks Frappuccinos, basically the same thing as before except it was blended with hydrogenated oils and ice, and as my high school career came to a close I slowly moved away from the liquid sugar that is a frappuccino and onto caramel macchiatos and mochas. It wasn't until I graduated from high school that I finally graduated to sugarless coffee with just a splash of skim milk (I was watching my figure, you see) and from there uprooted myself and moved to the coffee capital of the country: Seattle. (I also like to think of Seattle as the love capital because it is where I met two of the loves of my life: Lacey Shaver and her brother, aka, my husband). In Seatown I found my love for coffee to continuously grow stronger and I came into my own: triple tall americano black. Oh that warm, earthy taste of a fresh pulled espresso shot and hot water. Since then I probably consume much more coffee than necessary and I'm convinced it partially has to do with me being a Christian. Instead of going out and partying (which I was very good at unfortunately for a time) I nestle into one of my favorite spots in town with a big huge americano, my laptop for writing and a book, for good measure of course.

I currently work at Montana Coffee Traders, the local monopoly coffee roastery in Northwestern Montana. While this may seem like a dream job for an avid coffee drinker such as myself (let's be honest, it is) it also just feeds my addiction. To coffee? Good question, but no, to sugar. I am one of the bakers and when the sweet smell of freshly baked goods comes pouring out of the oven into my nostrils what am I supposed to do? The free coffee makes it all worth it.

                 
Segue

On of my favorite men in this world, my Father, recently made the trek from sunny Southern California to cold, mountainous Montana. Contrary to popular belief, the weather here really isn't that bad, especially compared to the midwest. But isn't Montana in the midwest?? Um no, look at a map people. Anywhoosies, as we gorged ourselves on too much coffee, too much food and too much sweets, I thought to myself: yolo, I'm eating everyting!! Just kidding, who still says yolo? I thought to myself that I truly am blessed to live in one of the most beautiful places in the world and be surrounded with such heartwarming, wonderful people. My dad was probably thinking the same thing...about California, especially after the blizzard of a snowstorm we were caught in on top of Big Mountain. Half way through the day snowboarding I found myself toppled over on the side of a mountain, about to fall into the abyss of powder, drenched in the snow that had melted through my clothes and blind from my crappy $5 kids goggles. If you've never skiied the Fish I would highly recommend it, just check the snow report first.

Segue numero dos

The beach, oh how I long for the hot sand under my bare feet, the salt water that transforms my hair into frizzy, itchy knots luscious, beachy waves and the cold water on my sunburt face. I suppose living on Whitefish Lake will have to do though ;)


Friday, December 6, 2013

I'll Take the Butter Please

Ti's the season...to eat. This year, as we find ourselves consumed by everything holiday related, too many people at the mall and an overabundance of eggnog flavored everything, I think it's safe to assume that those dusty cookbooks and old cookie recipes are finally being put to use. Post Thanksgiving in the Shaver house my husband and I found ourselves bloated, tired and still craving that sweet taste of sugary pie, which is disgusting. Come Sunday morning we were fed up with eating crap and feeling it. We decided then and there to change our ways and naturally went Pinteresting for super healthy, delicious meals. It actually turned out pretty great, considering how much I love food (I mean I went to school for it for goodness' sake). We cut out grains and dairy for the most part and have been loading up on fish, fruits and veggies and, of course, we both feel great. This is how we, as humans, were intended to eat, none of that genetically modified, grown in a factory somewhere, injected with unnatural colors crap. But let's face the music:  everything is just better with butter.  That being said, let me just reminisce about what we had for breakfast on my beloved turkey day. For Thanksgiving I usually partake in the traditional "fast" until right before dinner is ready, as not to ruin my appetite, when I can finally break into the fruit salad and eat all of the good stuff (mandarin oranges, obviously) and sneak a Hawaiian roll or two, but not this year. This year was different. This year I decided to put my pastry skills to good use and make one of the best pastries the French have ever come up with: croissants. The smell of fresh baked pastries filling our little home, warm buttery flakes melting on my tongue, the sound of the first crunch as the croissant is pulled apart, how could I resist? Well, I couldn't and even If I wanted to, that's no way to live! Depriving myself of one of my true loves (a close third behind my husband and Jesus), inconceivable. Likewise, who am I to deprive whoever accidentally stumbles across this sad excuse for a blog via Facebook the buttery goodness of the recipe? And so close to Christmas? I would never!

Making croissants can seem like a daunting task but it is so worth it, as long as you don't mind busting out those arm muscles and having a little lot of patience.








































For those strong-willed, determined, brave souls (let's face it, this is not for the faint of heart), here is the mouthwatering, incredibly delicious butter croissant recipe I've picked up and altered over the years:

What you need:
Kitchen Aid stand mixer (5 or 6 qt) with dough hook attachment
whisk
plastic wrap
2 sheet pans
rolling pin
small kitchen scale
pastry wheel (pizza cutter works too)
parchment or wax paper
pastry brush (or new paintbrush)

Ingredients:
7 oz water
1/2 oz active dry yeast
5 oz bread flour (you can substitute all purpose if you must)
2 1/2 oz sugar
3/4 oz salt
12 oz milk
1 1/2 oz water
2 lbs bread flour
1 lb, 4 oz butter, cold

Eggwash:
2 eggs, a little bit of water and a pinch of salt. Put 'em together and what have you got, bippity-boppity-eggwash.

Create a sponge, this means mix your first amount of water, yeast, first amount of bread flour and sugar together in the bowl of your stand mixer and whisk together just until everything is evenly combined (it will be pretty chunky). Cover with plastic wrap and let sit for 30 minutes.

Once the yeast has thrown a party with the sugar and created some nice yeasty bubbles, add the salt, milk, second amount of water and second amount of bread flour into the sponge. Mix on medium speed with the dough hook until the ingredients are just combined, and then another minute or so. You want all of the ingredients in the dough to be evenly incorporated but be careful not to over mix. The dough should be very lumpy.

When the dough is ready, spray a piece of parchment paper or wax paper with pan spray and let the dough rest, covered with plastic wrap, for 1 hour in a cooler area. If you rest the dough for any longer than an hour, refrigerate it.

After the dough is happy and relaxed, shape it and roll it out to about the size of a half sheet pan, wrap it in plastic and refrigerate it over night or at least another hour. The goal is to get the butter and the dough at the same temperature.

Next, remove a stick of butter from it's wrapping and cut it in half, hotdog style (long ways) twice so that you have 4 rectangular pieces of butter, roughly the same size. Do this with every stick of butter. Layer 2 pretty long sheets of plastic wrap and place the butter slices on it to create a rectangular shape. You want the size of the butter to be half the size of the dough. When the butter is ready, place 2 more sheets of plastic wrap on top of it so all of the butter is covered.

Take your rolling pin and go to town, pretend that butter is someone you've been dying to punch. The point of smacking the butter with the rolling pin is to get it into a uniform shape. If the butter is not uniform, chunks will break off when rolling the dough and the butter will not be evenly distributed throughout the croissant. No bueno. Remember to make sure the butter is half the size of the dough. You can roll out the butter as well to get it into the right size/shape.

Remove the plastic wrap and place your dough on a floured surface. Place the beaten up butter on the bottom half of the dough and fold the top over the butter like a book. Leave some room around the edges of the dough. Pinch the sides of the dough to trap the butter in it, this is called enrobing.

This is where the muscles come in. Roll the dough long ways until it has doubled or even tripled in length, then fold the top third of the dough down and the bottom third of the dough over that, so that you have 3 layers total, in the size of a small rectangle or square. This is called a 3-fold. Refrigerate for at least 30 minutes. Repeat this process 2 more times to get a total of 3x3-folds.

Now your dough is ready to shape. Roll it out, yet again, but this time make it pretty thin and keep it rectangular and long, you don't want the dough to be too wide. Take your pastry wheel or pizza cutter and cut the dough into the shape of long triangles and make a little slice in the center of the bottom of the triangle, you should get about 20 out of this recipe. I like to cut my triangles and weigh them to exactly 4 oz so they bake evenly. When triangles are cut, stretch them out and pull the slice on the bottom apart so that the triangle pieces resembles the Eiffel Tower. Roll the triangles, starting with the bottom, until they make the traditional croissant shape.

Preheat oven to 400

When ready, place the croissants onto 2, parchment-lined, sheet pans and brush them with eggwash so they are completely covered. Place a tall glass in the center of the sheet pan and cover with plastic wrap  so that the plastic does not touch the croissants. If possible, place somewhere humid and warm, I usually just put them on top of the stove and let the heat from the oven do the trick. This step is called Proofing and what you're doing is allowing the gasses produced from the yeast to create a light, delicate dough.

Let the croissants sit until fully proofed, depending on the humidity in the air and the temperature, it will take anywhere from 40 minutes to 2 hours. You will know they are proofed by shaking the sheet pan, if the croissants jiggle like jello then they are ready. They will also be spongy if you press your finger against them but try not to touch them too much.

Eggwash the croissants again and place in the preheated oven. Bake for 20 minutes then turn the oven down to 375 and continue baking until done!

Easy peasy lemon squeezey!