Year: 2011

  • Bagelicious

    me: Make your own bagels.

    you: Do what?

    me: MAKE YOUR OWN BAGELS!

    Really, it’s not that hard. I thought it was, but it’s not! Most of the things that we think are too difficult for us in this world really are not. The hard part is beginning, and then reminding yourself that you’ve “got this.” You can handle this. You, my friend, can make a bagel. Or run a company. Or move to another country. Or raise your kids with gusto. Or make that decision. Or get that job.

    For almost a decade here in South Africa we have been living a bagel-less existence because I just assumed, if nobody makes ’em, you can’t have em… and then it hit me, I’m somebody! I can make them! Burundi looks a little bleak at times, dear people, with its scarcity of ingredients (No cinnamon, no oatmeal, no cocoa powder, no dry dog food… the list goes on. Not that I plan on eating dry dog food, but I’m sure my dog does, and it looks like she’s coming with us). Now that I know I can make bagels, my spirits are up because breakfast is saved.

    I made a cinnamon sugar version and an oatmeal version, but the opportunities here really are endless. I will warn you that you do have to start the process a day before you plan on chowing down on fresh bagels, and there are a lot of steps, but anyone can do them. Really, give it a try!

    I made a walnut honey cream cheese via a very complex process…. uh, ok…. just by combining walnuts and honey with cream cheese to taste. Very yummy.

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    Bagels
    Makes 6 to 8 bagels

    3 1/2 cups (1 pound) unbleached flour (bread or all-purpose)
    3 teaspoons salt, divided
    3/4 teaspoon instant yeast
    1 tablespoon honey or barley malt syrup, if you’ve got it
    1 cup plus 2 tablespoons water
    1 teaspoon baking soda
    Poppy or sesame seeds

    1. By hand, mix the flour, 2 teaspoons salt, the yeast, honey and the water until the ingredients form a stiff, coarse ball of dough (about 3 minutes). If necessary, add a little more water. Let the dough rest 5 minutes.

    2. Knead the dough on a lightly floured surface until the dough feels stiff yet supple, with a satiny, slightly tacky feel, 2 to 3 minutes. If the dough seems too soft or too tacky, sprinkle over just enough flour as needed.

    3. Place the dough in a lightly oiled bowl, cover tightly with plastic wrap, and place it in the refrigerator for at least 1 hour and up to several hours. Keep in mind that the bagels must be shaped before proofing overnight.

    4. When ready to shape the bagels, line a baking sheet with lightly greased parchment paper or a silicone baking mat.

    5. Remove the dough from the refrigerator and divide it into 6 to 8 equal pieces. Form each piece into a loose, round ball by rolling it on a clean, dry work surface with a cupped hand; do not use any flour on the surface. If the dough slides around and won’t ball up, wipe the work surface with a damp paper towel and try again – the slight amount of moisture will provide enough “bite” for the dough to form a ball. When each piece has been formed into a ball, you are ready to shape the bagels.

    6. Using your hands and a fair amount of pressure, roll each dough ball into a “rope” 8 to 10 inches long. (Moisten the work surface with a damp paper towel, if necessary, to get the necessary bite or friction). Slightly taper the rope at the ends so that they are thinner than the middle. Place one end of the dough between your thumb and forefinger and wrap it around your hand until the ends overlap in your palm; they should overlap by about 2 inches. Squeeze the overlapping ends together and then press the joined ends into the work surface, rolling them back and forth a few times until they are completely sealed.

    7. Remove the dough from your hand and squeeze as necessary to even out the thickness so that there is a 2-inch hole in the center. Place the bagel on the prepared sheet pan. Repeat with the other pieces. Lightly wipe the bagels with oil, cover with plastic wrap and place in the refrigerator overnight.

    8. Remove the bagels from the refrigerator 90 minutes before you plan to bake them. Fill a large stockpot with 3 quarts of water (be sure the water is at least 4 inches deep), cover with a lid, and slowly bring the water to a boil. When it comes to a boil, add the remaining teaspoon of salt and 1 teaspoon of baking soda, reduce the heat and simmer with the lid on.

    9. Thirty minutes before baking, heat the oven to 500 degrees.

    10. Test the bagels by placing one in a bowl of cold water. If it sinks and doesn’t float to the surface, return it to the sheet, wait 15 minutes and then test it again. When one bagel passes the float test, they are ready for the pot.

    11. Gently lift each bagel and drop it into the simmering water. Add as many as will comfortably fit in the pot. After 1 minute, use a slotted spoon to flip each bagel over. Poach for an extra 30 seconds. Using the slotted spoon, remove each bagel and return it to the lined baking sheet. Continue until all the bagels have been poached. Generously sprinkle each bagel with a topping.

    12. Place the baking sheet in the oven and reduce the heat to 450 degrees. Bake for 8 minutes and then rotate the sheet (if using two sheets, also switch their positions). Check the underside of the bagels. If they are getting too dark, place another sheet under the baking sheet. Bake until the bagels are golden brown, an additional 8 to 12 minutes. Remove from the oven and transfer the bagels to a rack for at least 30 minutes before serving.

    I found this recipe a la The Wednesday Chef. She’s got photos of the whole process over on her blog. I would suggest doubling the recipe just so that you don’t have to go through all that effort for 6 bagels. You can always freeze the extras. Happy Bageling!

    Luv,

    Kristy

    p.s. I am now obsessed with making all things that include the ingredient “flour” from scratch. Tonight I made my own tortillas for taco night.

    photographs by me, Kristy Joy Carlson.

  • It’s coming…

    I should add that I know the fear is coming, cue “dun-dunt dun-dunt dun-dunt” a-la Jaws. I can smell it, it’s not far off. When it does come, I really hope I can feel the fear and do it anyway, and not panic in the water while getting eaten alive. This morning I feel like life is swallowing me up. There are so many changes ahead and I am not sure that I can climb all of the hills on this huge journey. A journey ending and beginning in a simple place where life is hard and I will be forced to learn a new way doing almost everything. I’m a little angry that God would ask so much of me, and I am telling him just that, despite the fact that it sounds really selfish coming out of my mouth.

    I still feel the truth of what I wrote yesterday.

    We are made for this, meant for this.

    Today I don’t want it.

    Today it feels like too much.

    Today I am getting away.

    Time to think, breathe, evaluate, get refreshed, get out of town.

    Rediscover a woman with strength.

    Remember women who have gone before me.

    Rest.

    Un-think.

    Re-think.

    Refresh.

    Bye.

    Luv,

    me

  • Shakin’ in my boots.

     

    A guy with a whole lotsa fame to his name, Justin Bonello, looked me in the eyes this week and asked, “Aren’t you scared?” I had to think about it for a minute, and then I said “no.” It shocked me that I said no, I didn’t want to say no, and suddenly I got a little scared that I wasn’t scared. I wanted to say, “Getting ready to meet you, Mr. Superstar, had me shakin’ in my boots far more than the thought of moving to Burundi.”

    I should be scared, for cryin’ out loud, I’m moving my kids to the middle of nowhere Africa… but I’m not. Maybe I need a slap in the face (please don’t). I don’t think it’s because I am extra brave or anything, but the truth is… I am scared not to go.

    What would happen if we didn’t follow our dreams and just stayed in a place that was comfortable for us? I think that we would die a slow death. Risk is worth it, if it’s in pursuit of a dream that makes you “tick”. We were made for this, meant for this, we belong there. It doesn’t scare me, but the honest truth is… it totally overwhelms me. Right now I find myself unable to face the packing, the decisions, the “what to bring” lists, and the uncertainty of the months ahead. I’m tired and right now, it feels like too much for my heart to handle. I just want all the boxes packed, the goodbyes said, and the move finished…

    …and I want French to somehow inject itself into my brain and stick there, magically!

    Luckily for me I have three men in my life, two of them tiny, that make me follow rule #6 from The Art of Possibility (on my top 10 list for best reads of all time). What’s rule #6 you ask? Well, it’s “Quit taking yourself so damn seriously.” What are the other rules you want to know? There aren’t any.

    This afternoon I am hoping to apply rule #6 and have a little fun in “the now” just like we did on the beach last week…

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    me

  • A Dirty Bed Does It.

    It’s really early. So early that my kids are still asleep and the sun is barely in the sky. As a general rule I make it my prerogative not to get out of bed before my kids do. They are such early risers that I can’t bear the thought! But on this beautiful Saturday morning in South Africa, with the early rays of light finding there way onto my walls, I can’t help but be awake. We are supposed to Burundi in just three months. The end of February signals the beginning of “crunch time” in my head. Time to plan, pack, decide what the leave and what to take, get the house SOLD, say goodbye to a decade of life in Durban… but instead I am struggling to wrap my head around any of it. I want to go outside and stare at the sunrise forever, and forget about all the goodbyes, the new beginnings, and the FRENCH that is in my future.

     

    Someone told me at a party last night that my life sounds “so exciting.” I thought… “Does it?” Right now, to me, it sounds like a logistical nightmare that I can’t put off. We have to be there in June. There is no postponing it while I get all my ducks in a row. June is coming, whether I like it or not. It’s time to really own this future of ours. It’s time to believe in the impossible. It’s time to trust myself, my husband and my God that I can do this. I can live there. I can be a successful woman, wife, mom and photographer there. We can change the lives of people if we go, but the likelihood is that we will be the most changed of anyone.

    Risk has a way of breathing life into everything. When I woke up in the hills of Burundi, on a bed that was so dirty I could only manage to sleep on top of it, and pillow-less to boot, I knew my future was there. That was the moment, my moment, and it snuck up on me like the gentle shift of a wind on our beach at home. As Neo played under the mosquito nets in the early morning light on that dirty bed; I knew that we would be sacrificing the house, the relationships, the place that has made me into who I am. I don’t know who I would be if we had never moved to South Africa, but I don’t really want to meet her. South Africa is our home. My kids were born here. I grew up here, from newly married girl on an adventure to the woman I am now. I am so grateful for what we have met here… the people who are just like family, the constant sunshine, the beauty, the crime, the disappointments, the failures. It has all shaped me.

    I know I need to give it all up, risk it and re-create my definition of home. Home is wherever the three bodies that mean everything to me are. They are home, and this home is on the move.

    Happy Saturday,

    Kristy

  • Party’s over.

    The kids are asleep (finally) and the house looks like it was hit by a tornado. Literally. Not a thing is in its place. This has me asking… why the heck can’t I do it all? Why can’t I have everything spic and span when Ben’s out of town? I want to be that woman who carries on as though nothing had changed, but I’m not. I get sad and cranky and lonely and overwhelmed by the smallest things. I don’t sleep well because I have dreams that all sorts of silly things are marching to get me. I need him. There, I said it… but I do. He’s our glue. He makes everything work just by being around. He calms me down and makes me happy. He’s loud and crazy, and I often think COULD THESE BOYS JUST STOP, but I already miss the noise.

    Today I’m thankin’ the good Lord above for people like my friend Joanne, who saved the day today just by being herself. We’ve got a long haul ahead of us before he gets home, but I’m determined to pick up the house tonight so I can start afresh tomorrow morning.

    I better hop to it!

    Kristy

  • Tomorrow…

    Tomorrow Coffee Guy, my hubby, takes off for nearly two weeks. He will be attending EAFCA in Tanzania, meeting with key players who will help shape the future of coffee in Burundi. From there he will be off to Kenya, where he will meet with some of the leadership of The Navigators in Africa about our move to Burundi. I love our little family and it is a real bummer when we don’t get to spend every minute together, well ALMOST every minute… by 7:30pm I am usually ready for a loooong break from the tiny humans. It is hard when one of us is away, but the boys and I are planning to sleep in a tent in the living room, stay home from school, swim in the pool and generally have one big party!

    Once the party is over (around day 2, I’m guessin’), I plan on doing my darnest to look at the world like my rope swing loving son does. Up. Up towards God. Up for a new perspective. Up for a breather. Up to appreciate the light. Up just for fun!

    Luv,

    Kristy

  • A Vintage Style Shoot: The Thrift Collection

    A Vintage Style Shoot: The Thrift Collection

    I don’t see myself as a “heat of the battle” or “caught in a protest rally” type of photographer. I love pretty things and real moments with people. Photographing anything pretty and interesting and beautifully styled is right up my alley. Combine that with real emotion and you have my idea of a great shoot. These are the things that make me come alive, actually. I have been wondering what opportunities await me and my camera in Burundi. These opportunities probably won’t have polka dots or candy stripes, but I think the beauty will be there if I am open to SEEING it.

    Plus, if I get tired of snapping away at the coffee hills, there’s one comforting fact… my boys will be there and I think they are two of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever laid eyes on. The challenge for me here is not to see Burundi as the end of my pretty-picture-making career, but rather to see it as an opportunity to grow and to do something greater than I could have ever imagined. This is the road I am choosing to take. It’s not easy. The pictures you see below are the type of work I love to do, long to do and want to do. BUT I really do believe that we will never know how much we are capable of until we take a deep breath and… put one foot in front of the other. Until we feel the fear and do it anyway. Until we move because we feel in our soul it needs to happen, even though we have no idea “what’s in it for us.”

    These pretty photos are from a shoot I did for The Thrift Collection a few weeks ago. Pippa, Bevan, Christy and I trounced and trooped all over the Point area in Durban to get the perfect shots during the all elusive “magic hour”. I had so much fun getting to know The Thrift Collection crew and spending time with Christy Shange, who assisted me, is always a real bonus. Thanks guys!

    Let me know what you think!

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    Luv,

    Kristy

  • The Odds

    Sometimes, right in the middle of the battle, we forget what we are fighting for and the odds look really bleak. Today I forgot why we are moving to middle-of-nowhere Africa where the roads are dirt and there is no cocoa powder. Staying home in warm sunny comfortable South Africa felt much safer… until I remembered what I want out of life. I remembered who I would do anything for. I remembered the person I want to be and the men I want them to become. I remembered that they will never know how to face obstacles unless they see mommy do it first.

    I remembered that I was given love and that “sharing is caring.” I remembered that who I am has the potential to change the world, if I can conquer the fear that holds me back. I remembered that I am committed to sharing this adventure with an amazing man. I remembered that often the ideas people think are crazy are the ones that change people’s lives. I remembered that I love Africa and the people in it. I remembered how far He has brought us already. I remembered that having faith is having a real life. Without faith, there really is no adventure at all. No journey. No opportunities. No risks. No failures. Nothing to celebrate.

    Let’s have a little faith, people. Today I’m going to put one foot in front of the other. You?

    Luv,
    Kristy

    top image via etsy

  • Games Night!

    Last night was games night at The Carlson’s. I tell you what. I am going to miss these guys when we start our new life in Burundi in just a few months. These people, well, let me just say you CAN NOT FIND BETTER SPECIMENS OF HUMANITY ANYWHERE ON THIS PLANET! I am in love with our South African friends and it makes it that much harder to think of leaving.

    Prepare yourself for some serious arguing and victory dancing… that’s how we roll over here.

    Luv,

    Camera Girl

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