Pastry School Day 1

I signed up for a pastry bootcamp course at the Culinary School of the Rockies. The course is five days long and we have a lot to cover each day. Chef Deb linked students together and we worked in pairs today. My partner was Larry. There are ten students in the class and Larry is the only man. He is in his 50′s or early 60′s and has been  in the restaurant business his entire life. In fact, he knew all of the terms and techniques we used in class today and is far too advanced to be taking this basic pastry class. I didn’t like how he would run ahead with the recipe before I had a chance to read the steps. Since he already knew how to do everything he was more of a dictator than a partner to me. I’m crossing my fingers that we can switch partners each day so I’m not stuck with the know-it-all for the entire week. Enough about Larry and on to the yumminess!

We started out by making two types of pie crusts. Pate Brisee is the basic pastry dough. We didn’t get a chance to use this today so it is wrapped up in the fridge for tomorrow. We also made Pate Sucree which is a sweet pastry dough and it is almost like a shortbread cookie. It is very crumbly when rolled out and had to be put in the pie dish in pieces and then squished back together. We used Pate Sucree in our fruit tart.

Once the crust was done we made Pate a Choux which is a fancy way of saying Cream Puff Pastry (hey I’m not French). We piped the pastry dough through a tube onto parchment paper and baked it in the oven. Here is what came out!

While the cream puffs were baking we made the Creme Patissiere (fancy for Pastry Cream). It is pretty much a more delicious version of Jell-O pudding. Sorry Bill Cosby, da puddin’ from da class was better than yours! This pudding has two purposes- we filled the fruit tart crust with it before layering fruit on top, and we will use it again tomorrow to fill the cream puffs.

Here is the fruit tart! Pate Sucree crust filled with pudding and some yummy fruit sliced on top. I did all of the fruit slicing and arranging. See how purdy it looks?

The best part about this class are the magical clean-up fairies. Whenever I set a dirty dish aside, a fairy swoops in to clean it and returns it to the proper shelf in the kitchen. I checked Target but they don’t have any clean-up fairies on clearance right now.

Shaun or Jen?

Bob and I have been watching the Olympics for the past few nights and I realized I could be Shaun White’s twin sister. Shaun is a gold medalist in snowboarding. People.com had an article about how he maintains his beautiful red hair here . I agree- my secret is water and whatever shampoo is on sale. I shower at night, sleep on it, and wake up looking like the photo below. Like the polka-dot pajamas? I got them for $8.50 at Macy’s. I’m still frugal, while Shaun has multi-million dollar endorsement deals.

Are we there yet?

Bob and I planned a hike on Hessie Trail near Nederland Colorado yesterday. It is listed as a moderate 4-mile hike in trail books. I’d like to redefine the term “moderate” as the trail was pretty darn hard at parts because of the snow.

I bought some YakTraks to strap onto our shoes since they are supposed to help with traction on ice. I couldn’t even feel them on my feet and never worried about slipping at all, which is a big deal considering I am a klutz.

Bob let Coda off leash for most of the hike uphill and Coda enjoyed every moment of freedom frolicking in the wilderness. He even howled to the tune of “The Hills Are Alive”. Honest, he did.

While Coda enjoyed running around I was getting pretty tired when we came to quite the incline. I made a rule that Bob had stop every 20 yards so I could rest. I wasn’t kidding. At one point I found a rock to sit on and busted out my stash of Girl Scout cookies that I snuck into my pocket before we left the house. I know you’re all wondering what kind they were. I had Do Si Dos! Peanut butter sandwich cookies. Peanut butter has protein so it was the perfect healthy snack for a hike. Yeah… just go with it.

After about 2 1/2 hours of walking uphill we decided to head down. Ahhh this was much better. I didn’t have to stop at all on the way down. I love gravity. You didn’t expect Bob and I to go on a hike just for the fitness aspect did you? No no no, we went out for Mexican food for dinner to re-gain the calories we lost and then some.

In search of the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

It took us two attempts to find a pumpkin this year. Two weeks ago we went to Anderson Farms because we had a great time there last year. It was the day after the first snow and freeze of the season so we were warned that the pumpkins would likely turn to mush if we got any.

It was still freezing cold (around 26 degrees) so we grabbed some hot chocolate and hot cider and fed the goats before heading home. The goats loved Bob. Must be all of his facial hair that matched the goats.

Today we went to Rock Creek farms that had the same problem with pumpkins freezing and rotting. Acres upon acres of the pumpkin patch were a bust to walk through. All of the remaining pumpkins had already turned to mush. We headed to the pre-picked bins to get pumpkins that hadn’t turned into orange blobs yet.

Since it is getting chilly here, the kids have started to snuggle. Don’t look at the next picture if you can’t handle cuteness. Don’t let them fool you though! They are still trouble! Just ask Coda where my loaf of beer bread and pound of vanilla fudge went.

Oh, and Bob wanted to show off his pumpkin again:

By Golly, Wolcott is more boring in Colorado!

Bob planned a fall drive near Glenwood Springs last weekend. We passed through a tiny town called Wolcott. Ah yes, visions of a 1-room movie theatre, nude statue fountain and Bobs Big M popped into my head. Wolcott, Colorado didn’t have a signal light, let alone a grocery store. In fact, I’m not sure any civilization existed to warrant a zip code for the town. Since there is barely any evidence that the town exists, here is proof.

We continued on our scenic drive along the Colorado River for about an hour. Purdy yellow Aspen trees and fishermen dotted the riverbanks. It was a lovely, uneventful drive until our gas light came on and we didn’t see a gas station for what felt like hours. I may have over-reacted about the gas light because we survived. (Editor’s [Bob's] Note: We still had almost 3 gallons of gas when we got to the gas station. I wasn’t even breaking a sweat.)