I've made many versions of pumpkin bread, but this one is, by far, the best!

Pumpkin Pecan Streusel Bread

This is one of the best pumpkin breads I have ever made.
The surprise difference is using olive oil instead of butter.

Ingredients:
Non-stick cooking spray with flour

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice

1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil

1 1/2 cups sugar

2 large eggs, slightly beaten

1 cup solid pack canned pumpkin

1/3 cup evaporated milk

1/2 cup chopped pecans

1/2 cup white raisins

Streusel Topping

1/2 cup chopped pecans

1/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar

2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil

1 tablespoon flour

Directions:

Heat oven to 350°.

Coat 9 x 5-inch loaf pan lightly with non-stick cooking spray with flour.

In a bowl combine flour, baking soda, salt, and pumpkin pie spice and set aside.

Stir olive oil and sugar together. Stir in eggs until well blended. Add pumpkin and milk and mix well. Add flour mixture stirring until well combined. Stir in pecans and raisins. Pour batter into prepared pan.

For streusel topping, combine 1/2 cup pecans, brown sugar, flour, and olive oil until mixed and crumbly. Sprinkle over batter. 

Bake 55 to 60 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. If topping begins to brown too much near the end of the baking time, lightly tent with tin foil. Cool 20 minutes. 

Remove from pan and allow to cool completely before serving.

Second Sunday Brunch at St. John the Apostle, MCC, in Ft. Myers, Florida - August 2012

I made quiche for fifty people for Second Sunday Brunch. Tried something different--a quiche made with chicken. It turned out great! I served it with a colesaw with grapes and raisins (my friend Jack made the coleslaw), herbed French bread and mini-pineapple upside down cakes.

I think next month I am going to try a Southern breakfast--Sausage gravy and biscuits, scrambled eggs with chive, cheese grits and a fruit salad.

Chicken, Mushroom and Asparagus Quiche

1 pre-made refrigerated pie crust

8 ounces (2 cups) Sargento® Artisan Blends® Shredded Swiss Cheese with Gruyere or 2 cups shredded swiss cheese, divided

1 cup coarsely chopped cooked chicken

1/2 teaspoon Grill Mates Montreal Chicken spice

1/2 cups thinly sliced and coarsely chopped onion, sautéed in 1 tablespoon olive oil, drained on paper towel

1/2 cups thinly sliced button mushrooms, sautéed in 1 tablespoon olive oil, drained on paper towel

4 slices crisply cooked bacon, cut into 1-inch pieces, optional

10 spears asparagus, blanched and divided

1 1/2 cups half and half

4 large eggs, slightly beaten

1 teaspoon Dijon mustard

1 slice small tomato, optional

Quiches almost ready for the oven. Just waiting for their egg and cream bath.

  

Heat oven to 400 degrees.

Spray 9 inch pie pan with butter spray. Place prepared pie crust in pie pan. Flute edges.

Spread 1 cup of cheese over bottom of crust. Sprinkle chicken with ½ teaspoon of Montreal Chicken spice. Spread on top of cheese.

Spread onions and mushrooms over chicken. Spread bacon over mushrooms.

Chop 4 spears of asparagus into 1” pieces. Spread over bacon. Spread remaining cheese over asparagus.

Combine half and half, eggs, and Dijon mustard and beat well. Pour over filling until filling is covered.

Arrange remaining six spears on top of pie. Place tomato slice in center.

Bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until golden and set in center. Let stand 15 minutes before serving.  

2nd Sunday Brunch at St. John the Apostle MCC Church in Fort Myers, Florida - July 8, 2012

It's been a long time since I posted on my blog--too long. I've been experimenting with lots of recipes, not just Polish, but all kinds.

For the last couple of months I've taken the responsibility of putting together (with the help of lots of other folks) the 2nd Sunday Brunch at St. John the Apostle, MCC church in Ft. Myers. I really enjoy St. Johns--the message, the fellowship, and the brunches.  Here's a link to the church if you want to know more about it.

This past Sunday we had Monte Cristo sandwiches as a main course, accented with Peach Salsa and a Roasted Corn and Black Bean Salad. Dessert was Mini Fresh Cherry and Almond Cakes.

Note: This is not a picture of my sandwiches. I didn't have my camera around when I made them so I found a sample pic on the web that looks very similar.

Adam’s Baked Monte Cristo Sandwiches

4 tablespoons melted butter

4 eggs, slightly beaten

2 cups milk

2 teaspoons Dijon mustard

½ teaspoon salt

18 1” diagonal slices of French bread

9 tablespoons prepared Pesto sauce

9 slices Honey baked ham

9 slices smoked turkey

9 slices of Swiss cheese

9 tablespoons French’s French Fried Onions

9 tablespoons peach preserves

3 tablespoons confectiners’ sugar

Spray 9x13 baking pan with cooking spray.  Spread 2 tablespoons of melted butter over bottom of pan.

Combine eggs, milk, mustard and salt in blender. Blend until smooth. Pour into shallow bowl. Dip 9 slices of the French bread into egg mixture and place in the baking pan. Put 1 tablespoon Pesto sauce on each slice and spread to edges of bread.

Top bread with one slice each of ham, turkey and Swiss cheese. Sprinkle 1 tablespoon French fried onions on top.

Dip remaining nine slices of bread into egg mixture. Top each slice with 1 tablespoon peach preserves and place bread on top of sandwich, peach preserve side down.

Brush tops of sandwiches with remaining 2 tablespoons butter.

Cover baking pan with tin foil and refrigerate overnight.

In morning, set oven to 350 degrees. Bake sandwiches for 30 minutes. Remove tin foil, set oven to broil and brown tops of French toast, 3 to 5 minutes. Watch carefully as toast browns fast.

Remove from oven. Place on serving platter if desired. Sift confectioners’ sugar over sandwiches.

Note: These sandwiches can be placed in a buttered frying pan and fried as you would French toast. Just be sure that you cover the pan for a few minutes until the cheese starts to melt.

S’More Double Chocolate Pie

S'More Double Chocolate Pie - the finished product!

This pie is a work in progress as I am experimenting with recipes for this year's 4th of July Pie Baking contest here in Bonita Springs, Florida. This recipe is OK as written, but I still want to tweak it a bit. I think the next time I make it I will sprinkle 2/3 cup of mini-marshmallows over the chocolate ganache before it cools. I think the pie needs a more marshmallow taste. The chocolate was intense. Everyone who sampled the pie raved about it as is so these ideas are just mine. I am also experimenting with the topping. When I practiced ahead of time, the peaks of marshmallow meringue were tall and stiff and beautiful. When I decorated the pie, I guess I got too timid and the puffs were not as dramatic, tasty, just not the drama I want if I am going to enter the recipe in a pie contest. I adjusted the proportion of egg white to marshmallow crème as well in the following recipe. You have to have the meringue if you want to have any success in cutting the pie into nice pieces. If you are making it at home you could just top the pie with mini-marshmallows and it would be a success!

Someone also suggested “cooking” the meringue to keep it from weeping. I’ve never done that, but if you have and it works, tell me how you do it!

Crust:
1 1/4 cup graham cracker crumbs
1/4 cup sugar
6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted

Ganache:
1/2 cup whipping cream
1/2 cup special dark or semi-sweet chocolate chips

Pudding layer:
1 5-ounce box Jell-O Cook & Serve chocolate pudding
3 cups whole milk
1 1.55-ounces milk chocolate bar chopped into little pieces

Marshmallow meringue:
2 egg whites
1 1/2 cups Marshmallow Creme

Heat the oven to 350 degrees.

In a bowl mix the graham cracker crumbs, sugar, cinnamon, and melted butter until well mixed. Pour into a 9″ pie plate and press it evenly into the pan.

Bake for 7 minutes and set aside to cool.

In double boiler heat whipping cream until almost boiling. Turn heat off. Add chocolate chips to cream and whisk until chocolate is completely melted. Cool until lukewarm about 20 minutes.

Pour into graham cracker crust. Refrigerate until chocolate has set, about 30 minutes.

Combine pudding mix and milk and cook as directed. Remove from heat. Add chopped chocolate bar and whisk until chocolate has melted. Allow to cool until lukewarm, about 20 minutes.

Pour chocolate pudding over chocolate ganache until pie pan is full (You may have extra pudding).

Chill until firm. About 2-3 hours.

When you are ready to add the meringue/marshmallow topping, remove pie from refrigerator for about 30 minutes. If your pie is too cold, the meringue will weep. Someone suggested “cooking” the meringue, but I have never done that.

Position rack in center of oven. Preheat oven to broil.

Whip egg whites until firm.

Add marshmallow crème to meringue and beat until smooth and fairly firm. About 10 minutes.

Pipe marshmallow meringue over top of pie in decorative pattern. Alternatively, you can spread marshmallow meringue over top of pie. If needed, put a foil ring around edge of pie to keep crust from burning.

Put in oven and watch carefully as meringue will brown quickly. You want the effect of a "S’More" so it is OK if the marshmallow gets very dark in spots. You just don’t want to burn it.

Pie is ready to serve as soon as marshmallow meringue is browned.

Optional: Decorate edge of pie with Nabisco chocolate covered graham crackers.

Driving Down Memory Lane: The Polish National Alliance (PNA) Hall - Sumpter, Michigan

Polish National Alliance Hall in Sumpter, Michigan.

I had planned to just drive by. However, something made me pull over and stop for a few minutes. I just stopped, and stared, and thought. It might have been the sad and forlorn appearance that made me pull over, or perhaps it was just my memories. What once had been lively and active was now in decay. It reminded me of the people in the nursing homes we checked out the year before, when we knew my mother and father would not be coming back to their home. The sagging face, the vacant look, abandoned and waiting for the ultimate end. I drove off; memories of what used to be flying through my head. The Polish National Alliance (P.N.A.) Hall, former home of Lodge 2984, of Sumpter, Michigan had been abandoned, the members who had built it with their hands and their pride, most gone as well.

The meetings of P.N.A. Lodge 2984 were held on Sunday, once a month. My father would drive in his beautiful Desoto’s and later in his Buicks. My grandmother, Anna Blandowski, would sit in the front seat, and I would sit in the back. My grandfather never went and my mother was too busy taking care of babies. Grandmother or “Busia”, as we called her in Polish, always dressed in her Sunday best. She would open her pocketbook and take out a small envelope. Carefully opening the envelope, she would shake out a few pieces of “Sen-Sen”, a spicy, strange-tasting breath mint that made your mouth burn. I have heard that you can still find Sen-Sen, but I have not seen it since my childhood. When I entered the hall, I could smell stale cigarettes, old beer, and cleaning solution. It sounds like a terrible combination, but to me it was always slightly exotic. It was as if something I could know nothing about had taken place there.

After the meetings, there was usually a luncheon. It was hard to stay focused on the meeting when you could smell the aromas wafting from the kitchen. Maybe that was the plan. No one could focus on the meeting when they anticipated the good things to come. When the meeting was adjourned, everyone retired to the dining room. Songs were sung first: The Polish National Anthem, which roughly translates to “Poland still exists while we still live” and “The Highlander’s Farewell,” a song that brought tears to many eyes as it asked the highlander why he is leaving the mountains—the answer, for bread. And it also reminds the highlander to return, and many in the room know they shall never return.

Anna Blandowski had been the Secretary of the Lodge for a very long time, re-elected year after year, probably because of her ability to write in Polish with perfect penmanship and perfect recall. No one ever challenged her minutes of the previous meeting when they were read, except for a point of clarification. On the way home after one meeting I was troubled by something she had said in the reading of the minutes. The Polish words sounded like “Davem nosek” and I thought it meant that someone had punched someone in the nose. “Pan Wisniewski davem nosek!” “Pan Ziemba davem nosek!” “Pan Zaleski davem nosek!” What a free-for-all it must have been. And where had I been when it all took place? I did not remember a fight. I asked my father whether there had been a battle at the previous meeting and told him I had heard “Davem nosek” over and over again. He laughed and sputtered until I thought he would let loose of the steering wheel. “Davem nosek” meant “Second the motion!”

It is not to say that the meetings were all sweetness and light. There is an old Polish saying that if you get two Poles together you will get three opinions. Plenty of opinions were addressed at those meetings. The Polish National Alliance was both a fraternal organization and an insurance company. I do not recall the origins of the national organization, but I do have the information filed away somewhere. I wrote a historical and sociological study of the Polish people in the Detroit area during my senior year at college. However, that is another story.

Lodge 2984 served as a meeting place for local Polish people, most of them being farmers from the surrounding towns and villages, because they had no place else to go. Because of their language and cultural differences, they were not accepted by any other organization. In its heyday during the 1950’s the hall was expanded and refurbished—first a hall for dancing and bingo games was added, then a dining room and a state-of-the-art kitchen. It was always a busy place. The PNA members would run a bingo on Tuesday nights, later, the Polish Legion of American Veterans would host a bingo on Thursday night, and the Saturdays were booked for wedding parties.

I attended many a wedding at that hall. What joyous events! Those were the days when children were welcomed at weddings. Now it costs too much. Such a loss as children need to experience both weddings and funerals—it would give them a better perspective about life.

Adam and Lillian Janowski
Married, July 10, 1949
Both deceased, 1999

I reveled in the different orchestras that played—usually sitting in awe not far away. If I was not watching them, I was watching my parents. When my parents danced, it was as if I was watching two entirely different people. They were no longer my parents, but lovely strangers.

They were more beautiful than any dancers on the Lawrence Welk Show. When my parents waltzed they did not just dance, they glided, and when they did the polka, others stopped to watch. They were magic floating on the dance floor. Oh, the songs, The Julida Polka, The Blue Skirt Waltz, The Helena Polka, and Matka Waltz. “Mother, oh my dear mother, why are you crying so…You, who sang to me…You, who taught me…Now I am leaving you…Mother, please don’t cry at my wedding…I will always remember you.”

Muguet was my mother's favorite perfume--the scent of Lilies of the Valley.
(Photo courtesy MorgueFile.com)

A special favorite of mine was The Twelve Angels Oberek. It's still a beautiful site to see couples glide on the dance floor to an oberek!

My mother told us shortly before her stroke, that the week before Dad had heard The Anniversary Waltz on the radio and took her in his arms and danced with her, even though he was deeply affected by Alzheimer’s disease at the time. And so they waltzed. One last time.

I am on the I-94 expressway. I do not recall driving through Belleville. I do not know how I got on the expressway. I was speeding along on my way back to my brother’s house. I needed to concentrate on the traffic, but memories get in my way.

The Blazak’s sweet corn. Oh, how tender and sweet! If it was a good year and the weather was right, you could count on the Blazak sweet corn at the annual Lodge picnic in August. Of course, they had hot dogs or hamburgers, but I only remember that sweet corn. An old horse trough was loaded with ice and soft drinks in glass bottles—root beer, grape soda, orange soda, ice cold and delicious. It would hurt your hand if you had to reach through the ice to the bottom for a favorite soda, but it was worth it. There were games for the kids. A sand pile seeded with coins and prizes. One year there was a carnival with a merry-go-round. It was so much fun. So many people were there. People you never saw at Lodge meetings on Sunday.

And the annual PNA Lodge Christmas party. That was a scene of utter chaos. Every member who had children or grandchildren was there. Hundreds, it seemed. The Lodge passed out an envelope with three crisp dollar bills in it to each child. There was a cutout in the envelope so you could see the face of George Washington. You came to the front, Frank Wisniewski, the Lodge treasurer, checked you off the list, and you picked up your envelope and a stocking of candy from Santa.

My grandmother retired as secretary of the Lodge in the early 1960’s. There was a move to run the meetings in both Polish and English. My grandmother, knowing she could not keep the minutes in English, retired gracefully. Others did not retire with such grace.

The PNA Lodge experienced a renaissance of sorts in the early 1970’s. This was the time of multiculturalism. America was no longer a “melting pot,” but a “stew pot.” Your heritage should be valued. New members took leadership roles, the old were retired whether they liked it or not. The meetings and the minutes were no longer read or written in Polish—even as a course in the Polish language was sponsored at the local high school.

Scholarships were awarded to students of Polish descent. I received one. Years later, I returned the money to the Lodge, when I was working in Saudi Arabia and flush with oil cash. I dedicated my donation in honor of my grandmother, Anna Blandowski. I probably was the only one to do so.

My grandmother began to fade. My father no longer went to Lodge meetings. I guess that happened in many families. Multiculturalism and its renaissance of pride in one’s ethnic heritage passed. The need for the Lodge and its sense of community was gone. Bingo was passé. Big weddings were no longer booked for Saturday night. Fewer people bought insurance. The PNA Lodge 2984 cobbled along for awhile until the members could no longer support the hall. The hall was lost, given to the town of Sumpter. Now it sits awaiting the wrecking ball. There will be no parties when it is gone. No one will dance the Anniversary Waltz one last time.

I finally arrive at my brother’s house. It is still and quiet. My brother and his family are gone for the day. I am alone with my memories. I am supposed to go to my sister’s house for dinner. I will be moody and distant. She will wonder why.

When I first started writing my stories, I called my sister because she had not let me know what she thought of them. She asked me, “Were you drinking?” I angrily denied it, but she was more right than wrong. Wine makes you remember, and it makes you forget. Memories are chasing themselves inside my brain and I have to let them out. I once read a line from the novel Hotel New Hampshire by Tom Wolfe about men who turn forty and learn to close softly the doors through which they will not be coming back through. I add my corollary:

Men at fifty
Hear the doors slam shut
As they pass through.

Note: Since writing the essay below in 1990, the PNA Hall, after sitting vacant for awhile has been reborn. It is still serving as a meeting hall, and a social venue for weddings, anniversaries and public and private parties. Click here for more PNA Hall history and information.

When I found the link to the Matka (Mother) Waltz, I also found a link to one of the most beautiful versions of Serdeczna Matko (Beloved Mother) sung in Polish. This song evokes so many memories as it was so often sung in Polish churches, especially, at funerals, as I was growing up.

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Polish Wedding Menu

Cucumber Salad with Sour Cream (Mizeria) or a Tossed Salad with Hard Boiled Egg Dressed with Sour Cream

Stuffed Cabbages (Golabki)

City Chicken

Smoked Sausage (Kielbasa)

Hunter’s Sauerkraut Stew (Bigos) or a Simpler Kapusta with Mushrooms and Onions

Polish Meat Balls with Gravy

Mashed Potatoes

Poppy Seed Coffee Cake (Strucla z Makiem)

Polish Wedding Strawberry Cream Pie

Angel Wings (Chrusciki)

Wedding Cake

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Adam's Stuffed Cabbages (Gołąbki) or Stuffed Green Peppers 

Stuffed Cabbage Rolls are often served at special occasions. They go by the name Golabki, or in Polish, Gołąbki (It sounds a little like Go-wum-key).

Ingredients:

2 pounds ground beef

1 cup rice, cooked as directed the day before (about 3 cups cooked rice)

2 eggs

2 medium onions, chopped fine

6 tablespoons butter divided

1 medium cabbage or 6 large green peppers, cut in half-lengthwise

2 teaspoons Montreal Steak Seasoning (or other garlic seasoning salt)

1 and 1/2 teaspoons dried thyme, divided

Salt and pepper to taste

2 cans Campbells Cream of Tomato Soup

2 cans petite diced tomatoes

1/2 cup milk

Directions:

Remove core from whole of cabbage with sharp knife. Scald the cabbage in boiling, salted water. 

Remove a few leaves at a time as they wilt. Cool before using. Chop remaining cabbage.

Sauté onions in butter until transparent. Set aside 1/3 of the onions.

Heat oven to 350 degrees.

Filling:

Combine ground beef, eggs, rice, 2/3rds of the onions, 2 teaspoons Montreal Steak seasoning, 1 teaspoon thyme and additional salt and pepper to taste. Spread each leaf with about 1/3 cup of filling.

Fold opposite sides, starting with one of the open ends.  Set aside. Continue until filling is used up.

Sauce:

Combine tomato soup and petite diced tomatoes. Stir in 1/2 teaspoon thyme.

Note: If using green peppers, scald until wilted in boiling salted water. This takes out any bitterness and makes the peppers more tender. Allow peppers to cool.

Sauté remaining cabbage with onion until cabbage is wilted. Spoon cabbage and onions into bottom of baking dish or Dutch oven. Place staffed cabbages or stuffed peppers on top. Spoon about half the sauce over top and bake for 1 hour covered. Remove top and bake for additional 1/2 hour.

Add milk to remaining sauce. Heat and serve on the side with mashed potatoes. 

Suggestion: Add about 2 tablespoons minced dill and 2 tablespoons minced chives to mashed potatoes.

Stuffed cabbages almost ready for the oven.

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Adam’s Polish Wedding Strawberry Cream Pie

I remember having a strawberry cream pie topped with strawberry glaze at many Polish weddings when I was growing up.

1 can strawberry pie filling

1 package frozen strawberries, thawed and drained
1 package vanilla pudding mix, preferably the cooked kind
1 frozen pie crust
1/2 cup whipping cream
1 tablespoon confectionary sugar

Bake pie crust as directed for one crust pie. Allow to cool.

Cook vanilla pudding mix, add to pie crust. Chill until set.

Combine strawberries with strawberry pie filling. Spoon over  pie.

Whip cream with confectionary sugar.

Cover pie. Chill at least one hour.

A slice of heaven--Polish Wedding Strawberry Cream Pie!