Bread attempts

I am not really the type of person to wish to change circumstances that cannot be or wish things away that simply cannot be wished away. It is futile and a great waste of energy. I change or work for change in things I have control over and celebrate the parts of life that simply are what they are good or bad. No resistance, no stress.

There is one thing though I would change. Ok, actually it’s two things. I wish I could eat gluten and I wish I could eat eggs. There is no oh poor me involved in this. I eat these things, I don’t feel good. It is a fact of life, one which would be nice to be able to change. People with food intolerance, allergies and diseases like Chrons/Celiac are not doing happy dances when they get their diagnoses I assure you. As much as you can become happy and ok with it, it is not something you’d wish on anyone.

There are a few brilliant individuals such as Karina and Shauna and bakeries such as BabyCakes (NYC/LA) and Flying Apron (Seattle) who are making great strides in creating gluten-free friendly recipes of the things people commonly have to cut out of their diets when they have gluten intolerance and Celiac. It is awesome what they are doing. Goodness knows, I appreciate it when I need a baked goods fix. I have also started to develop gluten free, egg-free recipes of my own that I would some day love to share in a cookbook or bakery.

I think my biggest problem is that I am not really a baked good person in general. You would think that would make being gluten intolerant easier and it does, but the problem is when I do crave a baked good there are some that just cannot be mimicked in a gluten free style. Cookies, cupcakes, even most morning pastries but not bread. The thing I often crave the most is a big hunk of crusty bread straight out of the oven. In my adult life, I have never been much of a consumer of bread on a daily basis, or even consistently of grains. I just prefer veggies and fruit to grains. But there are some days when I can think of nothing more than a hunk of bread with butter melting over it.

Last week was one of those weeks. I wanted bread. I wanted a sandwich. I wanted crusty, flaky warm bread straight out of the oven. And I didn’t want to suffer for it. And so, I decided to try my hand at baking on. I consulted many sources but each had something I could not use or work with. One has eggs, another uses a breadmaker and provides no alternate instructions. Each had something I would tweak or change. And so I decided to do that.

I developed a gluten free, egg free crusty bread in my brand new 5 1/2 quart Le Creuset, consulted with the Baker about a few techniques and on Friday baked off my first batch. Fresh out of the oven (after cooling), it had a great outside crunch, the inside was what I would expect of a gluten free loaf- slightly dense, but yes! it had some lift and stretchy bubbles. However, it also had a slightly metallic taste which I had just suggested be worked out of another gluten free recipe that the Baker had me try. The metallic taste comes from the egg replacer which would easily be remedied if I had the luxury of being able to eat eggs. Eggs are a good “cheat” in gluten free baking. The loaf was not bad, in fact, it was probably a revelation in terms of gluten free bread baking. But it was not what I wanted. I will continue to develop the recipe and see if I can create something crave worthy. It is a start and I am intrigued.

Condiment Party


Part of the hope in baking the bread on Friday was that I would have a nice loaf of bread that I could put my hot dogs on for our Super Bowl Sunday party. We decided to throw a Super not Superbowl Party, which eventually became just a Super Superbowl Party. The requirements for coming were to bring a beverage and a homemade condiment. The Baker made buns and we cooked up some great tasting dogs. The day before the big game, we spent a few hours in the kitchen making Maple Baked Beans, Chipotle Ketchup, Roasted Peppers, Caramelized Onions and Spicy Mustard.

Best hog dog buns anyone had ever tasted.

Hot dogs braised in white wine, onions and cloves.

Maple Glazed Beans. Cooked for 6 hours. YUM!

The party was awesome and the party-goers absolutely surprised and delighted me in the level in which they got into making condiments. They showed some great creativity. We had a few types of ketchup, honey mustard, sprouted mung bean relish, spicy thai relish, wasabi mayo, guacamole, tomatillo salsa, sauerkraut, cream cheese. You name it, we had it. It was really fascinating to watch the combination and methods that people chose in getting a maximum number of condiments on their dogs or plates. People had a great time and I was really blessed to have such a great group of people bless my home with their presence and my kitchen with their great dishes!

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Last year I did quite a bit of pacing. Hell, I did a whole lot of pacing and for the most part, I had a good time. I feel I learned a great deal about how to help out my runner and definitely experienced the sacrifices a pacer is needed to make at times. Pacing, especially the longer stretches, can be extremely hard. Sometimes when you are 30 miles in you could feel the need to slow down, stop and go to the bathroom, etc etc. But when you are pacing, your own needs go out the window. At least, in my opinion that is what a good pacer does. I paced 4 100 milers (and several other races) in 2009 and after reviewing my experience, as well as examining how pacing fits into my own training and racing schedule, I decided that I would be doing a bit less pacing in 2010 or at the very least, I would think a bit more carefully about my pacing choices. So what is the first thing I volunteered to do this year? Pace!

 Pacing in Hawaii. At least the recovery doesn’t suck!
Of course I did! I was the only one in our fearsome four (Brett, Larissa and Nathan, my regular training partners) that was not running HURT 100 on January 16-17th, so when Nathan asked me to pace him for the final 40 miles of HURT, I happily said yes. Ok, maybe there was a subsequent freak out about what I had just gotten myself into, but I just tried to prepare myself for 40 brutal, rooty, muddy, insanely steep and possibly dangerous miles on one of the hardest 100 mile courses in existence.
I arrived in Honolulu the Tuesday before the race and was able to get out on the course with Nathan and over the course of the next few days preview the course. At the very least, I was able to see the route and get a more realistic idea in my head of the terrain. I had been scared s**tless by Bryon Powell telling me he has nightmares about pacing there. See, nothing to worry about…..
Course photos by Nathan Yanko
 And my job was to pace on those trails, at night with a very fast runner. At least there was in fact a huge bright side. There was none of the very famous mud and rain. Usually those roots are covered in a thick ankle deep mud that makes it nearly impossible to even see the roots. This year there was serious luck and no rain fell before the race making it optimal conditions for running fast.
Crew extraordinaire Kristin, Nathan, Larissa, Brett and I before the race.
Run fast they did. Gary Robbins, my Canadian friend and a very speedy Montrail runner and Nathan ran the second fastest first loop ever in 3:36 (20 mile loops). They were flying. There is about 5,000 feet of ascent on every loop, so that is really no joke. Brett was running solidly as well through lap one, as was Larissa. Nathan’s sister, Kristen came to the Hawaii to crew for Nathan and she was absolutely outstanding. I have never seen someone crew like her. She should hire herself out and make some serious cash. She was outstanding and together we got Nathan in and out of the aid stations really fast.
The race itself I can’t really comment on. We saw the runners 3 times per loop and by early 3rd loop Gary was solidly in first, Nathan still hunting him in second, and Brett was running third guy and fourth overall. When we got back to the nature center to await Nathan’s arrival for loop 4, I got myself ready, donned my cycling gloves (on Bryon’s recommendation for grabbing roots and such) and my two lights.
All ready to run? Photo by Courtney Brown
Pacing is a weird experience in that you wait and wait and wait to run and then all of the sudden your runner appears out of the woods and you go from spending hours and hours not running to go go go. I have only paced fast people, so I have never been able to just ease into pacing. You just go straight into go mode. I have never found an easy transition.
Nonetheless we headed up the trail (first rooty picture above) and ran/hiked as fast as we could. The sun was disappearing and the light faded quickly since the trail is very shaded. I paced from behind, letting Nathan monitor his footing and see the trail. We ran mostly in silence, except for the occasional encouragement to pick up the pace or tell him to eat. We went up and over and picked our way down to Paradise where Kristen was waiting. Then back up and over and down to Jackass Ginger aid station. You pretty much go straight down, straight up, straight down, straight up in this section of the course which is about all but 6 miles of the course.
After we reached a runnable section along an exposed ridgeline, we got a bit chatty and enjoyed opening up the stride for a bit. I thoroughly enjoyed this part. It is those moments on the trail, especially at night, that just don’t translate in every day life. It was cool. Lap 5 was probably the hardest. You have the taste for the finish but are still 20 miles from the line. It’s dark, at this point it was 11pm and everything on your runner is tired. I managed to fall a few times and bang myself up and was not feeling awesome. I just kept going though, pushing, encouraging and supporting. When we made it back to the top of Jackass Ginger we yelled at the top of our lungs in celebration (that and sang “Climb Every Mountain”).
I had told Nathan that I wanted to make it from JackAss Ginger back to the finish in 2 hrs which would put him at a 22:30, which is wicked fast for HURT. He was running uphill incredibly well even in the 5th loop (I was sure at points he was going to drop me) and we made our way as quickly as possible. My light started to die and less than 1/2 mile before the finish Nathan gave me his headlamp and went to just his handheld. I looked at my watch and said “You can get under 22:30 but we’ll have to push it”. We picked up the pace through a not so fun rocky downhill section. A few feet from the end of the rocks I tripped and smashed into the rocks very painfully. I told Nathan to go, to leave me behind and make the time. But of course, he wouldn’t. So I jumped up and started running as hard as I could. Nathan didn’t miss a beat and sprinted in front of me and made a final push for the finish. He crossed “the line” (there was no real finish line) in 22:29:50. Of course we find out after the race they don’t count seconds, so it shows up as 22:30, which was the 4th fastest time on the course ever. Gary had won the race and set a new course record! As soon as Nathan was cross the line, I stopped, burst in to tears and finally let myself hurt from falling. It really did hurt, but just a few bruises.
Post race, pacer and runner watermelon
Fast guys! Brett (3rd), Nathan (2nd) and Gary (1st)
It was a hard 40 miles. Not that running 40 miles is ever easy, but this was particularly brutal. But I only got to run 40 miles, all my pals ran 100(miles or kms)! I am so happy I got to be a part of Nathan’s race and watch so many friends and runners run, fight, struggle and triumph. The relaxing on the beach for a week after the race didn’t suck either!
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