March 18th, 2008
As my time in the D.R. wound down I wanted to share my bread recipe and all the learning on bread I have been doing over the past year with some friends. Unfortunately the short two weeks I spent there zoomed right on by along with time to make bread! I decided at the last minute to whip together some no-bake chocolate chip, oatmeal, peanut butter cookies.
As a kid one of my favorite desserts was these cookies! I can’t even begin to count how many of these little chocolate morsels I devoured. Cooking them in the D.R. posed many challenges though. First, we wanted to cook them in Travesia (see Part 2) which is quite a hike. I had to worry about the butter melting, carrying the bulk, and then how to prepare it once I arrived.
I used the fugon (also described in Part 2) to cook up everything. I have some pretty funny pictures of some of the people looking at me like I have gone crazy while I cooked them. While I would have to say I was quite complimented when a villager rode by on his mule and had a couple cookies in his hand that someone had shared with him. He asked if I made them and we talked about what was in them. He said they were really good and everyone was stopping by to try them! Perfect!
Here’s what I did:
- 1/2 cup butter (I had to use margarine due to the melting issue)
- 2 cups sugar
- 1/2 cup milk
- 4 tablespoons cocoa
- 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter (or chunky, if you like that sort of thing)
- 3 1/2 cups dry quick-cooking oats
- 1 teaspoons vanilla
- Add butter to large pot and melt over medium heat
- Mix in sugar, milk and cocoa into pan and bring to a rolling boil for one minute
- Mix in peanut butter, vanilla and oats
- Drop onto waxed paper by the tablespoon and enjoy once they fully cool/harden
As you can see they are so simple and probably only take a few minutes to make. I hope you will enjoy them as much as the Dominicans and I do!
March 3rd, 2008
Food and coffee were, obviously, both very enjoyable portions of my trip to the Dominican Republic. Here I am a month later at home thinking back on what else I did there. We tried really hard to visit a lot of friends and even make new friends there. It was so enjoyable to walk to someone’s door and have them shrill ‘entre, entre’ (come in, come in). To have someone sincerely pull a chair out or laugh as they kick a younger brother or daughter out of their seat and say ‘Sientate, Sientate’ is such a great feeling. I was able to see a very different side of people compared to what we typically see in the U.S. For example, I don’t even know either of my neighbors and I’m sure I’m not alone.
Back to the food: My wife and I were able to visit each missionary (including one indigenous missionary) on the T.E.A.R.S. team during the two weeks we were there to cook! I made it my mission to cook a meal for each of them.When I left for the D.R. I felt miserable with a cold. When I arrived Jennifer and Luis Rodriguez(another T.E.A.R.S. missionary couple) had plans to have us over for dinner the night after we arrived. I still hadn’t fully recovered but Jennifer remembered my blog and was fresh out of Taco Seasoning packets. I was volunteered to come up with a substitute with the seasonings in the cupboard. Fortunately I had made this seasoning many times at home using cumin, pepper, salt, garlic, onions and ground beef. It turned out good and we had a great evening of sharing and games.
For Bau (a Dominican missionary living in Maria Auxiliadora, La Vega) we cooked one of my favorites — Unique Chicken Pot Pie. I was also able to share this meal with Tracy, a long-time missionary with T.E.A.R.S. Bau and his wife Adriana had never experienced a “soup” quite like that!
Tracy and I experimented with my pretzel recipe (and maybe I’ll teach you someday on this blog). That was an experience. Even finding the ingredients in La Vega was a challenge, not to mention baking in a tiny gas oven and kneading dough on a small wobbly plastic table. Good memories.
For Rod Davis (the Executive Director of T.E.A.R.S.), Twila (his wife), and two children I cooked one of my wife’s favorites: Linguine with Spicy Chorizo and Tomato Sauce. I combined this with a feeble (and unsuccessful) attempt to make French Bread for the first time. The bread tasted good, but I didn’t quite follow all of the directions. I forgot to roll out the dough and then roll it up so it just spread out and became very flat. When I got home I tried it again right away with great success. I’ll have to post on here how to do it right pretty soon.
One of my favorite evenings, yet bittersweet since it was our last night, in the Dominican Republic was when we stayed with Joy and Vidal Reyes. Vidal and I (the mighty men of the house) got to cooking. Due to the fact that it was about a perfect 75 degrees every day there Vidal fired up his BBQ. He figured we hadn’t had a BBQ since summer and cooked us up some delicious chicken and steaks. He was correct about that and it was so good to have BBQ. He also taught me how to make Spanish Rice Vidal style. It turned out pretty good and I’ve already experimented with my own back home. I’ll have to get it perfected and then blog about it too!
I was able to use fresh ingredients they already had in their house to cook some of my delicious pico de gallo salsa. I chop into small cubes tomatoes, onion, chilis, bell peppers (optional), cilantro and add fresh squeezed lime juice, minced garlic, and salt. We had a delicious meal that evening and also had a great time really getting to know Joy and Vidal.
All of the cooking I did there was quite an experience. Often times I was forced to improvise due to lack of a lot of the conveniences we are blessed with here in the states. While baking bread the power went out (as it often does) at the Davis’s house outside the barrio (Maria Auxiliadora, La Vega). Luckily, Rod has a generator! When I was preparing to make the Chicken pot pie the water was turned off (as it often is) to the Barrio. I used a bucket we had filled with water for such an occasion to rinse and boil the chicken. That was … interesting. Also, since hot water (from a tap) is pretty much non-existent in most places I never was able to wash my hands or utensils as I normally would. This sort of sicks you out, but you get used to it, especially after eating at someone else’s house where they’ll cut up chicken with the same knife they use to cut everything else up without even rinsing between. All in all the cooking turned out pretty good. The missionaries enjoyed some American cooking and Rachel and I got to have some great company throughout our trip.
In my next and final DR series I’ll talk about the no-bake cookies I cooked up in Travesia on the Fugon.
Thanks for reading!