Monday, December 22, 2008

Dip them in honey

There is so much snow here today that I skiied around the neighborhood this morning, then stomped my way through the drifts into the woods to take some pictures, old dog close behind, snuffling his muzzle into animal holes. The world is completely silent -- no cars, no planes. We just don't get big snow like this, so it's very exciting. I had to crawl on all fours to get into the trees. The blackberry vines are pressed down from the weight of the snow. I like how they are curved into an arch -- a little tunnel into another world. I laid on my back in the snow and just held myself still for about ten minutes, looking up, through layers and layers of snow-covered branches. 

I'm a bit of a macro-maniac. I like to get right up close to leaves and branches and blossoms. Today I was especially fascinated with the Clematis pods and one lone red berry still clinging to the vine.

Happy Chanukah! 

Thanks to EllaRegina I dreamed up a tale of Chanukah erotica. It currently exists only in the kinky confines of my mind and the naughty inner labrynth of my hard drive, but as today begins the Festival of Lights, here is a snippet, along with a recipe. 

The orange-scented Moroccan Chanukah Donuts are so delicious after a naked roll in the snow, dipped in honey and served with blasting-hot black coffee.

Fairy Tale Ending

“You tell me Mikael. Look around. What do you see?”

“Ahh, the saffron. Saffron from Morocco.”

“Brilliant goofy one. But it is not that they are from Morocco. These donuts, present them to your Ariel on the first night of Chanukah. The honey is the food of life. The dough is manna from heaven, don’t you see? The bitter orange is for the bitterness of dark days that you will surely face and triumph over with love – and keeping your mouth shut when you need to.”

“Now pull the dough from the bowl and knead it. Kiss it at each turn. Knead and turn, kiss and dream. Knead and turn, kiss and dream. The dough will become infused with everything Ariel desires for you. Understand? Wanderlust. Fulfillment. Experience. Hope. Wild crazy sex….”


“Bubbala, it’s true! You think old women don’t have desires?”

Mikael spent the next two weeks practicing his new art. The smells coming from his mother’s house drifted up to Ariel’s mountain, of course, and began working in her heart even before the first night of Chanukah. The moon turned the snow into a ribbon of silver that blessed night. Mikael whispered a wish to God and the sea and lit his mother’s Menorah before starting off. 

He looked back once at the flickering light, then turned and began his journey, away from the little cottage by the sea up the road to Esther’s ridge, through the Elk meadow, across the footbridge and up the long mountain road, his boots pressing neatly waffled tracks into the snow. In his hands, he carried a plate of fragrant Moroccan Chanukah donuts and a small vial of olive oil from the Holy Land – for good measure.

At last, through the snow-covered branches, he saw the beeswax glow of Ariel’s menorah in her cabin window. He trembled with both fear and anticipation as he approached. The hound began barking wildly. Ariel flung open the door and yelled out his name even before he reached it.

“Mikael, my Mikael!”

“Well that’s not right,” Mikael thought, his mind spinning, not realizing he’d been wooing Ariel all this time with his cooking lessons. “It can’t be this easy. I have to fight for her.”

Ariel invited him in, taking the plate from his hands with shaking fingers. Her eyes looked all dewy and bright. She was as beautiful as ever. Being in her house again made him dizzy. Even more so because it was winter and he’d known it only as a creature of the warm season. It was deliriously cozy in her cabin, the fire blazing, a kettle on the stove. A decanter of blood-red wine on the table, her shelves stacked with jars of grains and beans and beautifully preserved fruits and vegetables for winter.

“Happy Chanukah,” lovely bird,” Mikael whispered, pulling Ariel close and holding her to him. Oy she felt good, the warmth and fragrance of her skin, the brightness that he loved so much about her, bursting from her soul like the sparks in the fire.

“You seemed to know I was coming.”

“Oh boychick,” you amuse me. “Of course I knew you were coming. Did you not think I could smell your cooking? I’ve been in a state of insane desire for weeks.”

Mikael laughed. “All the way up here?”

“A Chanukah miracle, truly.”


Moroccan Chanukah Doughnuts
--Adapted from 
The Jewish Journal

2 envelopes active dry yeast

1/4 cup sugar

1/2 cup warm water

4 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 eggs, lightly beaten (optional)

grated zest of 1 orange

Pinch of saffron

1¼4 cup canola oil, melted margarine,

or melted unsalted butter (optional)

1-1/2 to 2 cups warm water or part water, part orange juice

Peanut or canola oil for deep frying

Granulated sugar for sprinkling or warm honey for dipping (optional)

1. Dissolve the yeast and sugar in the water. Let sit until foamy, about 10 minutes.

2. Pour into a large bowl and gradually stir in the flour and salt.

3. Stir in the eggs, zest, saffron, and 1-1/4 cup oil, margarine or butter, if using.

4. Stir in just enough water or water and juice to make a soft and elastic dough.

5. Knead well, with a dough hook or by hand, on a lightly floured surface, until the dough is elastic, smooth and shiny.

6. Roll the dough into a ball, place in an oiled bowl and turn to coat.

7. Cover with a damp towel or plastic wrap and let rise in a warm place until doubled (1-1/2 to 2 hours).

8. Oil your hands. Divide the dough into 20 balls about 2 inches in diameter.

9. In a deep saucepan or wok, heat 3 inches of oil to 365 F.

10. Take a ball of dough, make a hole in the center, and pull it out to make a doughnut shape. Deep fry a few at a time until the donuts are puffed and golden.

11. Using a slotted spoon or skimmer, transfer to paper towels to drain.

12. While still hot, sprinkle with granulated sugar or dip in warm honey. Serve warm.

Makes about 20 donuts.


Neve Black said...

Hmmm...let's see can I skip the crawling in snow piece and just sit down with a cup of Joe, and your fabulous Chanukah story and yes, I'll take all 20 of those yummy, yum, yum doughnuts!

I'm starved for food and...after reading your post, Kirsten. :-)

p.s. spam word: doxes. That sounds a lot like a baker's dozen of doughnuts, doesn't?

EllaRegina said...

Your words are so rich and your stories so wonderfully textured.

Thank you for the snippet of this tale.

Now, if only I was good in the kitchen...

Word: muser


Kirsten Monroe said...

Thank you both so much!

I just made a batch of donuts -- some with honey and some with powdered sugar and raspberry jam. They're delicious both ways -- the orange zest gives them an exciting flavor. My crew of taste-testers gave them all-thumbs up!

Craig Sorensen said...

Yum. Just plain yum.

The writing, the food.

I repeat.


Kirsten Monroe said...

Oh, thank you Craig! As you might imagine, I can't think of a finer compliment than "yum."

Jeremy Edwards said...

I savored every word of this exquisite excerpt, this joyous journey into the arms of lustful love!

As far as carrying out the recipe, however, I confess I took a shortcut. In fact, the only directive I followed was "Oil your hands."

Kirsten Monroe said...

Very funny Jeremy. Such a boychik you are!