Specialists in take out orders, a manger wrapped in plastic on the sidewalk, and nine other things I saw while walking…

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Things that can be carries on a bike (#616)…

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A Christmas tree…

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Der Kuchen…

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Der Kuchen 

It’s 8:15 on a chilly November morning and I’m standing in a large empty kitchen stirring flour, yeast, and water in a small bowl and feeling a little stressed. I’m also thinking of my mother. She, of course, is not the reason I am feeling stressed; it’s because of the busy day ahead of me. Though my mother has been gone for many years the thought of her still comforts me. The recipe that I’m making—kuchen, or German coffee cake—is hers, and this is the reason I think of her at this moment.

Whenever I make this recipe I also cannot help but think of Christmastime; this is the traditional time to eat this pastry, at least it was and still is in our family. And when I think of the Christmases of my youth I remember them through rose colored almost Rockwellian glasses. We were poor, that’s for sure (not that I realized it then), but there was always plenty of food on the table…especially homemade baked goods.

My mother was of German decent and grew up on Buffalo’s East Side. She took pride in her baking skills, and even though she had a houseful of kids and worked full time she still managed to bake mountains of cookies and trays of kuchen for the holidays. Kuchen (pronounced kooken) is the German word for cake, and is more closely related to coffee cake than traditional cake or flaky pastry. I’m sure there are as many variations as there are those who make them. This is about the one I grew up with.

What’s distinctive about kuchen, or at least this kuchen recipe—opposed to some of the other coffee cakes—is that it’s made with yeast-leavened dough rather than a chemically-leavened batter. And though the dough is rolled flat, filled, and rolled into a log or crescent, it’s not a strudel because strudel utilizes a buttery unleavened flaky dough that more close resembles phyllo.

The recipe that I make is one that my mother learned from her mother who learned it from her mother and so on. And while I suppose one could say that I learned the recipe through osmosis—absorbing it at my very core while I played in the kitchen as my mother kneaded the dough and the sweet smell of yeast wafted in the air—but that’s not how it happened. Years ago I inherited a small notebook that was hand-penned by my grandmother, my mother’s mother. There are only a dozen or so recipes in the slim volume and one of them is for “foundation dough,” which is the basic sweet yeast dough that is used for not only kuchen but also the delectable German doughnuts fastnachts kuekles, which are traditionally eaten on Shrove Tuesday just before Lent.

I can still picture the brown terracotta bowls resting on the radiator with towels shrouding the pillow-like dough. I was told not to touch the bowl or leave the kitchen door open too long, lest it become drafty and the dough fall. It was such a mystery, seeming almost magical, how the dough would grow. I can only speculate that this recipe—and being in the kitchen as a child while my mother made it—is in fact the basis for my fascination of yeast-leavened doughs.

I tweaked my grandmother’s original recipe for foundation dough. The most obvious changes are accurate measurements, meaning rather than a pinch of this or a handful of that I added measured ingredients. I also replaced the shortening in the original recipe with butter. But another less overt change was in the method in which it’s made. Rather than using the traditional straight dough method for this—which of course has yielded a delicious kuchen for generations—I incorporated a pre-fermet, or mixing together a portion of the flour with the liquid and yeast and allowing it to ferment prior to mixing the dough. This, in my opinion, offers a dough that is both more supple to knead and also one with a bit more flavor. And I also generally mix the dough in an electric mixer with a dough hook, I can still picture my mother kneading the dough on our flour-covered kitchen table.

So this morning after mixing together the pre-ferment, and after the rest of the kitchen staff had arrived, it bubbled away for an hour or so as our day began. Then as the day bustled along I mixed and kneaded the pre-ferment into a dough and it silently rose through the busy lunch hour. Then, a bit later, after rolling the dough flat I filled and shaped it, and then—after letting it rest a bit—baked the kuchen. After it cooled some, I drizzled it with a simple sugar icing. Then I sliced it and offered it to the staff in the calm of the afternoon that follows a busy lunch.

It is said that the sense of smell and taste are the two most powerful memory senses. And on this day—while standing in the midst of a bustling commercial kitchen lined with stainless steel—when I bit in I was still just that little kid in my mother’s tiny home kitchen in a public housing project with steamed up windows…and I was full of anticipation because I knew that Christmas was just around the corner.

Cherry, Raisin, and Walnut Kuchen

Yield: 3 kuchen 

For the dough: 

1 cup water (room temperature)

1 cup milk (room temperature)

1/2 cup granulated sugar

4 tablespoons yeast

6-7 cups all-purpose flour, divided

3 large eggs

1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted

1 teaspoon salt 

For the filling: 

melted unsalted butter

granulated sugar

ground cinnamon

maraschino cherries, rinsed and chopped

dark raisins

chopped walnuts 


1 egg mixed with a little milk

poppy seeds

powdered sugar


To make the dough, combine the water, milk, sugar, yeast, and two cups of flour in a large bowl. Allow to rest for 1 hour, or until the yeast is fully active. Transfer to an upright mixing bowl with a dough hook. Add the eggs, melted butter, salt, and 4 cups of flour. Run the mixer on low for 1 minute (if the dough seems too sticky add the remaining cup flour) then turn to medium and knead for 5 minutes. Transfer to a lightly oiled bowl, cover and let rest at room temperature for about an hour, or until double in size. 

Preheat an oven to 350F. Transfer the dough to a floured work surface and cut into three pieces. Shape into balls, cover and let rest 20 minutes. Roll into large ovals about 1/4 inch thick. Brush with melted butter and sprinkle liberally with sugar and cinnamon. Sprinkle with cherries, raisis, and walnuts.

Roll into logs then shape into crescents. Transfer to baking sheets lined with oiled parchment. Brush the with the egg/milk mixture and sprinkle with poppy seeds. Make small slices about every two inches.

 Bake for 20-30 minutes, or until a skewer pulls out clean. Transfer to a wire rack and cool 15 minutes. Mix powdered sugar with just enough milk to make an icing the consistency of heavy cream. Drizzle over the kuchen and let dry for 15 minutes before slicing. 

Examples A, B, and C…

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Living car free is possible, and in all weather conditions (dress accordingly and studded snow tires help). Examples (top-to-bottom)…on my way to work in the morning, arriving at my second job, and out for beers in the evening. It is possible.I’m jus’ sayin’.

Urban Simplicity.

Things that can be carried on a bike (#615)…

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Two boxes of food on their way to a local food pantry…

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One photo, one short video, one quote, and just a few other words…

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“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
~John Lennon
October 9, 1940 – December 8, 1980

It seems as if the lyrics to the below video/song are just as relevant today–maybe even more so–than when they were originally written and sung. This video/song give me goose bumps. Turn up your speakers before you hit play.

Urban Simplicity.

A few photos, a few words, and a bit of synchronicity…

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“Coincidences may seem strange, but they are never a result of caprice. They are orderly laws in the spiritual life of man [or women]. They affect and influence our lives profoundly.”

~Norman Vincent Peale

I went on a bike ride this morning through Buffalo’s East Side. This is not unusual, I do this relatively frequently as I enjoy the history. And some of my own family’s personal history as well. But I’m jumping ahead as I often do. All of these are shot on Genessee Street, which is a main corridor through the East side. Both sides of my family lived on streets off this street at some point. The image below is of the Baltimore Fish and Oyster Company, which one of my aunts operated in the 60’s and 70’s. And above is the small wooden church that my family–including me as an infant–worshiped at. Ahh, but I’m jumping ahead again. Sorry. I’ll start over. This morning I slept in and missed worship at the church of which I am currently a member. I had intended to go but it just didn’t happen. So I went out for coffee and did a bit of journaling. And as I wrote I reflected on how today–the second Sunday of Advent–was the anniversary of my returning to church regularly as an adult (it’s been 10 or 12 years I think). I don’t want to get into my personal stuff too greatly, but I was thinking of how finding my way to this church, particularly our meditation group, has had such an incredible effect on my life…and in many respects actually saved it. Anyhow, being in a reflective mood I thought I would go for a ride and take some photos. And then I found myself standing in front of the above church. As I stood peering through my view finder, it dawned on me that–given my birthday is in November–it was likely around this time that as an infant my parents first started to take me to church…this church. So after snapping a few photos and lowering the camera I stood there on this brisk December morning and pictured the neighborhood back then and my parents with their three little children entering the church (I am one of four…my younger sister would not have been born at this time). Alright, so I’ll cut to the chase. I thought of this on the ride home, and arriving there I checked some family records. As it turns out it was on this date 53 years ago that I was in fact Baptized in this church. So I can only ask myself (and the Universe), what led me to this church today to take photos…more than five decades after my baptism but on the same day. And what led me to my current church on this day 10 or 12 years ago. Anyhow, my head is starting to hurt. I’ll get of my New Age soapbox now. Enjoy the photos.

Urban Simplicity.

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