Showing posts with label Family Recipe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family Recipe. Show all posts

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Family Recipe: Banana Bread


When I think of banana bread, I think of my grandparents, Larry and Joyce. Wherever they are--at home or visiting or even with a college care package--the small, moist, brown loaves are sure to make an appearance. Both grandparents make the recipe equally well and the foil is always lovingly wrapped the same way each time. You cannot simply fold it over the bread. Later, I will share the art of the foil wrap.

My grandparents’ trip out to Arizona in my senior year of high school coincided with the week of my knee surgery. I don't like to people to fuss over me when I am ill or injured but it was so wonderful to be pampered with what seemed like an endless supply of the recipe. One of the days I was home from school, my Grandma spent several hours in the kitchen making loaves of Banana Bread and dozens of muffins. Afterwards, we all gorged ourselves, eating the muffins for breakfast or for an afternoon snack and slicing off a chunk of the loaf for a late night treat.

As soon as the Banana Bread is removed from the oven, it fills the kitchen with a light scent of vanilla and banana. That, to me, is the smell of "home sweet home". And though most people would say that baked goods are best fresh out of the oven, my favorite way to eat Banana Bread is cold. Whenever my grandparents have sent baked treats (especially their Banana Bread) I take them out of the package and place them directly into the refrigerator…that is of course, after taking a small first bite. It's good when it's fluffy straight out of the oven, but I absolutely love it when the loaves are stored in the refrigerator because the cold makes the bread dense--and somewhat refreshing, I think. There is nothing like the mouthwatering first cut of a loaf as the butter knife slowly slices through. I have also found that no matter what, whether hot or cold, a slice of Banana Bread spread with some butter is the perfect balm for an especially bad day.


The cover and inner page of The Splettstoeszer Family Cookbook.



When I asked to have a copy of the recipe from my Mom, I discovered it was a multigenerational recipe going back to the Splettstoeszers, family on my Great-Grandpa Harold Karels’ side. In fact, the photocopy of the recipe is right out of the Sploettstoeszer Family Cookbook that was put together upon the death of a family matriarch who loved to cook named Lydia.  To continue her love of cooking and to share her recipes as well as family memories, the Splettstoeszers printed a book and shared it among the extended family. I am no cook, so it would have been a very long time before I found the book on my own among my Mom’s cookbook collection. But I have loved reading through the memories of an old farm kitchen and other family favorites I had not known also originated from Lydia. So I would like to continue her tradition by sharing the Banana Bread recipe.




While another recipe is listed first, my family has always followed Lydia’s Banana Nut Bread Recipe just below it, though the nuts are sometimes left out.

What You Will Need:
¾ Cup Oil
1 ½ Cups Sugar
2 Eggs, Well Beaten
1 Tsp Baking Soda
½ Cup Buttermilk
2 Tsp Vanilla
1 – 1 ½ Cups Mashed Bananas
2 Cups Sifted Flour
¾ Tsp Salt

Directions:
Mix in the order given: oil, sugar, eggs, baking soda, buttermilk, vanilla, bananas, flour and salt. Bake at 350° F. for 1 hour and 35 minutes. Makes 1 large and 1 small loaf.

The Art of the Foil Wrap:
Rip off a sheet of foil long enough to wrap around the loaf and then some. Wrap the loaf lengthwise so that the two edges of the foil meet above the loaf. Press them together then fold one over the other and roll the excess until you reach the loaf. Simply fold the foil roll over the sides of the loaf. This ensures a perfect seal, easy access, and classic packaging of your finished Banana Bread.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Family Recipe: Green Wreaths


Celebrating a real Midwestern Christmas means an abundance of assorted baked goods, bars and other lovingly prepared holiday treats. After the meal, whether lunch or dinner, emptied casserole dishes and salads are quickly cleared away to make room on the counters. Overflowing trays and vintage tins filled with layers of cookies between wax paper are brought in from the garage where they have been kept from melting by the winter chill. There are, of course, staples that annually return; several of them being Spritz cookies, melted hugs over pretzels, fudge, Oreo balls, and the very festive Wreaths.

Similar to a Rice Krispie Treat, Wreaths are a simple mixture of marshmallows and cereal formed into small wreath shapes in honor of the holiday décor. But there is nothing simple about the feelings the green circles bring. Wreaths are one of those things for me that instantly make me feel a strong sense of nostalgia, of all the Christmases spent eating these between the meals, church service, and opening of gifts. Practically none of the desserts on the aforementioned trays and tins require a fork or plate. So you will always see someone walking around the house with one or two of the treats in their hands, though they have been told many times to grab a small plate to prevent crumbs. Everyone always ends up with sticky fingers and wreaths are no exception to these instances.

I honestly cannot remember a Christmas without them. Even when my immediate family couldn’t make it out to Minnesota for the winter the one or two times, we still gathered in the kitchen to whip up a batch. Usually several batches of wreaths are made for us in advance since my family gobbles them up on visits without even trying to keep count of how many we have eaten. I think my Dad would agree he is the worst. Except for the intricately shaped Rosettes, my Dad’s favorite Christmas dessert is a green wreath, sometimes two sandwiched together so that they only look like one. My Mom always seems to be asking him how many he’s had once the desserts have been out for a while.

Maren, Grandma Joyce & Grandpa Larry making wreaths circa 1997.

My sister, Maren, is always right behind my Dad in Wreath consumption. Though she also has always loved to participate in the dessert’s preparation. This past Christmas when she and her boyfriend, Alec, were visiting home from Santa Barbara, they whipped up a batch of Wreaths. I arrived home a day or two afterwards once my finals had finished. I was so excited to see the cookie jar full of Wreaths. I had one my first night back, but when I went to grab another the next day, they were already gone. All of them. Alec had been allowed to bring a Wreath back for each of his family members to try but still, there should have been plenty left for me to have another. When the matter came up at dinner that night and everyone shared the number of wreaths they had consumed, the case was closed. I hadn’t stood a chance coming back so late in the game. It just goes to show how irresistible Wreaths are.

To make your own batch of delectable Christmas Wreaths, I have included my Grandparents’ recipe:


What You Will Need:

30 Marshmallows
½ Cup Butter
¼ Tsp Green food coloring
½ Tsp Vanilla Extract
3 ½ Cups Cornflakes Cereal

Directions:

First, melt the butter. Then add all of the marshmallows and stir until they are melted. Next, add the vanilla and food coloring followed by the cornflakes. Stir until the cornflakes are evenly coated in the green mixture.

Grandpa Larry, me, Grandma Joyce, Maren & my brother, William, making wreaths circa 2005.


Be sure to form your wreaths on greased wax paper or foil or you will be left carefully picking off the liners from your Wreaths when you go to eat them. Decorate your Wreaths with red cinnamon candies (or whatever) for a real festive touch. And don’t forget to lick the spoon!

Enjoying the sticky leftovers from the pot.