I Need No-Knead Bread

I love bread. Love it, love it, love it. And there is nothing like the smell of bread baking in the oven — as a sensory experience it ranks right up there with brewing coffee and blooming lilacs. The problem is, while I am quite competent in the kitchen, I don't have the time/patience/skill to make a good loaf. How then, was I able to make this fine specimen yesterday?

All you need is a bit of flour, salt, yeast, water and about 20 hours, or so. Here's how:

First, make sure you have an oven-proof vessel of some sort with a lid — I use a pyrex casserole dish. A cast iron pot or a La Cloche clay baking pan would be ideal if you want to invest. The bread will conform to the size of the pan, so keep that in mind when you make your purchase.

Next, combine together 3 cups of white flour, 1 1/2 teaspoons of salt and 1/4 teaspoon of instant rise yeast in a bowl. Add 1 1/2 cups of room temperature water to the mixture and stir until combined.

And you're done! That's it. That's basically all the work you're going to have to do. The rest is just a waiting game. Cover the bowl with cling wrap and let it sit at room temperature for 18 hours. The dough will look odd — it should be a kind of stringy/wet/dry lump of goo. But as time passes, the yeast will basically do the kneading for you. Eventually the lump of goo will look like this:

Admittedly, it looks a little bit brain-esque, but stick with it. Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and pat it down. Then fold it in half, then in half again to make a ball. Cover it with a tea towel and let it rest for 15 minutes. Then lay the tea towel flat and sprinkle some cornmeal on it. Transfer the dough onto the towel and sprinkle the top with a bit more cornmeal (you can use wheat bran for this, too... I find cornmeal to be very tasty). Cover with the other half of the tea towel and let rise for two more hours.

About 15 minutes before the dough is done rising, pop your baking pan into the oven and preheat it to 500 degrees (both the oven and the pan have to be piping hot). After 15 minutes, invert the risen dough into the pan, cover with the lid and bake for 30 minutes.

After 30 minutes, remove the lid and bake for another 15-20 minutes, or until the top is dark brown. Slide the loaf into a cooling rack, and voila, perfect bread every time. Here's what the finished product looks like right out of the oven:

You will be amazed at the quality of this bread. I even venture to say it might be among the best you've ever had — the crust is crunchy and the crumb (the inside) is moist and chewy, and full of perfect air bubbles. Making this wonderful bread has become my new weekend tradition (that way I won't be tempted to load up on carbs all week).

Note: If my directions are utterly confusing, watch this youtube clip with the recipe's creator, Jim Lahey of New York's Sullivan Street Bakery and New York Times food writer Mark Bitman: www.youtube.com/watch?v=13Ah9ES2yTU

Canadian Men Don't Get Fat

I know it's not exactly breaking news, but I just NEED to talk about my obsession with Mireille Guiliano's wonderful books French Women Don't Get Fat and French Women for All Seasons. Released in 2004 and 2006 respectively, these wonderful books are meant to inspire North American women (and a few highly evolved men) to adopt a French-like "joie de vivre," and in turn trim their waistlines while enjoying the five senses to their fullest.

Unlike other diets that encourage restrictions or eliminations, Guiliano's credo is to enjoy the finest flavours available in moderation. For example, bread, chocolate and wine are all good things when they are truly savoured and of the utmost quality — "just say 'non' to mediocre bread," the author proclaims on her website. So simple, yet so effective. It's not as much a diet, really, as it is an shift in attitude. When you become a connoisseur of life, you live mindfully and consciously. And that's healthy for both your mind and your body.

These books explore another aspect of living that I find intriguing: creativity. You need to have a vivid imagination to live with flair. Eating good, whole foods can seem like a boring prospect to many people; however, if you think outside the box a little bit, the possibilities are endless. And as you open your mind to the world around you, what starts off as creative menus at home turns into curiosity about fashion, books, art and design. I guarantee it.

To add to the usefulness and pleasure of these books, the author shares many tips on balanced living with her readers, including many wonderful recipes. I have yet to try all of them, but several stick out, like this one for her wonderful vichyssoise:

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

4 leeks, white parts only, minced

1 onion, peeled and minced

1/2 pound potatoes, peeled and diced

1 quart chicken stock

salt and freshly ground pepper

2 ounces sour cream

Dill for garnish

1. Melt the butter in a large pot over medium heat. Add the leeks and onions, and cook for 10 minutes over medium-low heat. Add the potatoes and the stock and bring to a boil. Lower the heat, and simmer for 35 minutes, partly covered.

2. Put through a vegetable mill, and then, if you want a very thin soup, through a chinois). Return the liquid to the pot, and season with salt and pepper to taste. Bring back to a boil, and whisk in the sour cream.

3. When the soup has cooled, refrigerate for at least 6 hours. Serve cold, preferably in coffee cups, and sprinkled with dill.

Courtesy of French Women for All Seasons (2006). For more recipes and a virtual treasure chest of information, visit www.frenchwomendontgetfat.com

I had a conversation yesterday with my best friend Natalie, and we both vowed to live with intention, no matter what the task, decision or action at hand. When we eat, what do we intend to accomplish? To gain nourishment, enjoyment and health — so when we plan or prepare our meals this is what we should have in mind. Nobody intends to gain weight, become lethargic or unhealthy from what he or she consumes. So why is that what we usually end up doing?

Living with intention isn't easy, but it's more enjoyable, and, of course, you have to act upon your good intention for it to count. I really hate the saying, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." Whoever came up with that didn't acknowledge that good actions are bred from good intentions. We need to think first, then act. I imagine there are more people in hell that intended to to bad things in their lifetime than there are who intended to do good things.

This attitude also transfers to other areas of life — even style and shopping habits. When you wear something, what is your intention? Are you just throwing cloth on your back to protect you from the elements, or do you intend to look and feel good. My wonderful Grandmother Zayshley lived with great intention when it came to style. The new day was treated like a special event, and she dressed like the guest of honour. I love that about her — she must have some French in her.

When it all boils down, there is no magic rule of thumb, or guideline that will lead you to the path of joyous, creative living, at least not written by anyone else than you. You write the book as you go. And sometimes other books like French Women Don't Get Fat and French Women for All Seasons are great research for your own amazing manuscript.

note: the photos posted in this entry are courtesy of French Women Don't Get Fat (2004) and French Women for All Seasons (2006)

A Striking Cord!

From where I sit as I write this entry, I have a clear view of two chairs in my living room. One is a comfy, curl-up-in-a-ball-and-read chair and the other is a work in progress: I bought it at an antique dealer for $20 and vowed to get it fully restored (which, after five years, I have yet to do). While I've grown to love its unkept look, I often fantasize that it's my dream chair — an Eames, or perhaps a Corbusier, both of which are way out of my budget. But thanks to the über stylish Toronto furniture store Avenue Road (avenue-road.com), I have a new dream chair to add to the list — the Canadian classic Cord Chair by Jacques Guillon.


Cord Chair in Walnut by Jacques Guillon


Ok, I admit it, I probably can't afford this one either; however, I try to aspire to great things in life, and this chair is now one of those things. I love it for a few reasons: It looks as if it's light as air, yet the design quality — the balance, use of materials and fluid lines — give it substance. It's also very comfortable. Unlike purely wooden chairs, the Cord Chair distributes your weight evenly and forms to your body. But perhaps best of all, it is one of the best examples of 20th Century Canadian design.

Jacques Guillon may not be a household name, but chances are you're familiar with his work. Besides making a notable impact on the Canadian furniture, industrial and interior design worlds, Guillon created the signage for the Montreal Métro:


Montreal Métro Sign by Jacques Guillon


Guillon designed the Cord Chair in 1953 and introduced it at the Milan Triennale in 1954. Production stopped about 40 years ago, but thanks to the wonderful Avenue Road, it has been lovingly reissued. And as with all exceptional modern design, the chair looks like it could have been conceived this year, and would look equally beautiful in either traditional or modern homes and offices. Timeless indeed!


Cord Chair in Black Lacquer by Jacques Guillon

Great Gatsby!

Funny enough, on one of the coldest days of the year, an amazing pair of sunglasses by Polo Ralph Lauren inspires me to dream about how I'll dress this Spring. I'm already devising a plan. To keep my look fresh all year I make a list of must have purchases – items that will give me the most wear and the most dramatic looks. After all, although I'm on a budget, I want to look fabulous. I believe in dressing with a purpose.

While I will embrace my Wayfarers (and probably buy a tortoiseshell model to add to my collection), I'll be exploring other shapes as well. Lately, I've been wearing gold Ray-Ban aviators – which feel right again. I will also be sporting my Clubmasters with confidence, but I think rounder shades will be hot in years to come (think Carrie Donovan, not John Lennon). And I think I've found the perfect pair:


Polo by Ralph Lauren, Spring 2009

These are not for the weak at heart, but then again, how gutsy must people have been to wear J-Lo-style wrap around frames? Yet, everyone (except me, thankfully) did it! As a "frame" of reference, I will accompany these sunglasses with an urban sailor look (as I've said many times before, I'll forever be a sailor in search of a ship). Many fine labels such as A.P.C., Jean Paul Gaultier and Ralph Lauren produce amazing sailor stripe shirts, but this year I'm going to find an authentic Russian Navy sailor shirt in a winter (black) stripe:


Sometimes you have to stick to the basics and find the original, authentic example of the look you're after. For example, to me, nothing is more classic as the Ray-Ban Wayfarer at around $140; however, several other companies recreate the shape for twice as much. Doesn't make sense to me.

Every year I vow to purchase a pair of white pants. And every year I don't do it! I guess I haven't found a pair that looks perfect on me. I'm beginning to think the way to go is corduroy (so I'll be on the hunt for that). Meanwhile, I'll also be looking for a pair of wide-leg denim pants in a trouser cut like these ones from Ralph Lauren Spring 2007 (pleaaaaaase make them again, Ralph):



I like having a layering option such as a jacket or cardigan for most of my outfits, but it depends on my choice of pants. If I buy a wide-leg denim trouser, I'll find a short-waisted cardigan in navy, black or yellow; however, if I go for the slim-fit corduroy, I'll sport a navy blazer like the Trovata in my closet. But, really, how cute would this silk/cashmere number from Banana Republic be?


Or this double-breasted cardigan from American Apparel (a steal at $39)?


Then there is always the shoe dilemma. To really be current and to own something beautiful you have to invest. Here are two options that I'm exploring (and can't afford):


Balmoral Wingtip by Harris


New Gommini 122 Driver in Ecru by Tod's

There is a window of time in Toronto between about April 1st and July 1st when one can layer beautiful clothing, walk to work and enjoy the sunshine without overheating. This is fashion's best moment of the year. Colour is revived, the days are longer and the joy of warmer weather dances in people's minds. I plan on being ready for these fleeting months, looking better than ever (hopefully I'll start actually using the wii fit sitting in my living room, too).

When all is said and done, will I look like an eccentric millionaire lunching on the lawn of my New England estate? I hope so....why not?

Oh, the things I've learned....

Upon perusing the fall men's collections, I learned (and confirmed) a thing or two about fashion. And the experience has inspired me to reflect on my own sartorial lessons throughout my life.

Sitting in a seersucker suit, picnicking with my pony on my family's front lawn at age 12, I pondered what it meant to be a man of style. Should a man's feet ache while wearing dove-grey, leather-soled, slip-on shoes? Does washed, butter-yellow cotton go with navy-and-white pinstripes? Should I lighten my hair for the summer? Such a young man's mind should never have been bogged down with such questions. It's a wonder I made it through those years unscathed.

But what resources did I have back then? I instinctively knew what looked good at the time, but being a child of the 80s and early 90s, sometimes those sensibilities resulted in a lose, lose situation. Also, geographically I was at a slight disadvantage. At one point, my hairdresser simply refused to give me a Caesar cut, citing it was "too gay." Perhaps that was what I was going for. I saw her recently. Ironically, she has never changed her hairstyle, ever, and her Poison/Cherry Pie shag now makes her look somewhat lesbian.

Thank God for Ralph Lauren, though. He is my patron saint of fashion. Without him, my childhood could have been very neon...or ever more neon, rather. My brothers and I were obsessed with Ralph Lauren and, at one time, quite possibly boasted the largest Polo collection in Saskatchewan. I could have easily passed as a young scholar at any ivy-league college in America.

Also, during these years of discovery, I realized that smelling good was half the battle (winning this battle in my hometown was a mixed bag -- I was teased -- by kids with teased hair, go figure). And guess what the first fragrance of note in our home was? Yes. Polo. To this very day, every time I smell Polo I am brought back to my youth, where young boys wore very mature scents, and mature men wore Brut... The first fragrance I bought with my own money was Calvin Klein Obsession. This one, too, takes me back to grade seven, boat shoes and skinny jeans.

Of course, a few women inspired me to love life, fashion, good things as I was growing up... But my ultimate style guru was my Grandma Zayshley. The only way one could truly know her greatness would be to know her personally. But I can try to paint a bit of a picture. She always seemed very tall to me. Once, upon getting lost at Eatons in Winnipeg (a terrifying ordeal at age 7), I simply scanned the heads and spotted my Grandmother's coif bobbing joyfully in the women's department. Admittedly, her bright-red hair helped the process considerably. She was also the first woman I knew of who owned dozens of pairs of shoes. Sometimes my cousins and I would try to count them all, lined up in the guest bedroom. I can't remember what the final tally was, but I have yet to see a comparable collection.

My Grandma was also a master at dressing perfectly for the occasion at hand. When she had a portrait taken a few years ago, she arrived in a full-length teal-green silk gown, but later that year when my father hosted a bbq at his farm, she donned perfectly cuffed raw denim, white canvas shoes and a cotton jumper. At Christmas she wears glittery frocks and at home she sports white linen pants and ruched, flowy blouses.

The most important fashion lesson my grandmother taught me, though, was that you can be fabulous and edgy and everything you envision yourself to be, in spite of your economic background, geographic disadvantage, less than sympathetic peer set and seemingly finite resources. And I hope I'm following in her beautifully shod footsteps as I continue eking out every ounce of style and happiness from what quite easily could have been a very typical existence.

Time to amp it up!

In the words of my super-stylish brother, "It's time to amp it up."

Summer in Toronto can be so oppressively humid it can be hard to have the gumption to dress properly. Sometimes I wish I could throw on a caftan and be done with it. But, alas, there are options. Here are a few of my picks:

1. Can't go wrong with a classic Polo. Try navy, white, Kelly green, pink or yellow:


2. These deck shoes by Philip Sparks are inexpensive and unassumingly cool:


3. I've always wanted a navy seersucker suit. This might be the year -- and to accompany it I'll get wide-leg pink pants and a pair of madras shorts:


Brooks Brothers

Polo Ralph Lauren
4. I'm still dead set on recommending Rayban Wayfarers:



5. Acca Kappa White Moss is the best summer scent, in my opinion:



Dress up!

Where are we going?

The fashion world's preoccupation with predicting trends is akin to some people's fascination with having their future told to them. Just this morning I had a brief conversation with a colleague about "Lorraine the clairvoyant," the mystic woman who reads tarot cards and tea leaves every Tuesday night at my local coffee shop. She really plays it up too -- head wrapped in a muslin scarf, flowing blouse, sitting by herself in the corner of the room beckoning those who need to know: What's going to happen next?

The future never happens -- we can only live in the present. So why the need to predict?

The answer is clear -- pure, uninhibited curiosity. How boring would it be if the world lacked soothsayers, fortune tellers and forecasters? Part of the fun, admittedly, is hindsight and the capability of seeing how wrong most predictions were. How wrong do most of the trends from the 1980's look now? But, then again, how right did it feel to lust after and then finally obtain the latest hypercolor t-shirt that was not yet available in Canada but luckily found on a family trip south of the border? I regress....

Looks like wing motifs are big on the fall runways. Could work. But I see a lot of possibility for big bird disasters if this trend falls into the wrong hands. (You know who you are).

Marchesa Fall 2008

Also Prada's new shoes look like Home Shopping Club Capodimonte. Kind of desirable, but how will it translate when real shoppers open their purses?


Prada Spring 2008

For years I've been thinking that the sailor look is going to be the next big thing. While I will forever love this style, will I also forever look like a captain with no ship?


Ricky Zayshley Spring 2007

Needless to say, Spring will come and pass -- same with Fall, then Winter -- and the furiously fashionable will predict, act, then reflect. But I say, as long as you're living in the moment and feeling the age (or Zeitgeist, as we like to say at FQ) and truly experiencing your environs, that's all that matters. Non?