I made buttermilk awhile back. I know
there’s the ole vinegar and milk method that’s quite popular as a quick
substitute, but I got a hold of the real enzymes. *Grin* Time to make some
Southern dishes! I made buttermilk “touch-of-grace” biscuits and buttermilk
baked chicken.
Contrary to what it sounds like,
buttermilk is not buttery, but a little yogurty. The acid in buttermilk is a
wonderful tenderizer, so it’s often used on chicken to bring it to maximum succulence.
Let’s put it this way, chicken breast tastes like drumstick after a buttermilk
bath.
I set the chicken overnight in a
buttermilk marinade of onion, garlic, thyme, and hot sauce, and then baked it
with a parmesan, bread crumb coating.
Succulent, spicy, herb-ful,
crunchy, cheesy…
I’ll let you imagine
what it tasted like:)
Unfortunately, there was nothing “graceful”
about the biscuits. That’s actually an understatement because they were
probably my biggest flop to date! They came out very dense and doughy instead
of fluffy and soft. I’d followed the recipe religiously, as I always do, but I
must have done something very wrong. I just don’t know what… It’s at times like
these, when I try my hand at a new sub-genre like puff pastry or biscuits, that
I remember what it was like to be a newbie. And I’m reminded that I still have
a long ways to go!
When something turns out poorly, I have
the unignorable urge to improve. Immediately, if possible! This pursuit of
perfect is going to do me in one day… And it would also prevent me from ever
finishing the project. So I have a mental list of the dismal flops I want to give
another chance once the project is over:
1. Shoofly
Pie – The crust burst and all the spice-juices oozed out. The filling was
bready when it should have been texturefully moist!
3. Boulders
Tart – This luxurious tart was ruined by burnt caramel made with something
that’s not corn syrup. (Luckily, Gateau
Engadine turned out better when I did a mini repeat:)
4. Éclairs
– A real Christmas disappointment, if there ever was one.
Hmmm… It seems I’ve figured out what I did
wrong on each pie. Perhaps the mystery of the ruined biscuits will solve itself
with time!