Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?

“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?” – Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones

 

Banket.
Lovely, glorious Banket.
Almond paste-based filling in a flaky pastry shell.
Divine.

A compact, triangular area in central West Michigan (in case you aren’t aware) was a hotbed of Dutch immigration from the late 1800s through the post-WWII era. You’d be hard-pressed in these parts to go a day without finding a town, a couple of roads and more than a few companies with Dutch monikers. Moving in, people joke about having to add Van, Vander or De to their last name to find a job. And while it’s not really THAT bad, it is obvious that an historically Dutch lineage prevails in this region, from their hard-core religious fundamentalism (most moved here as religious dissidents, the Netherlands becoming much too liberal for their tastes) to a decided tendency toward being… um… well… ok, there’s not nice way to say it… hard-core cheap. On their behalf, however, I must admit that the decidedly day-to-day cheapness often translates into being remarkably generous to the charities and non-profit organizations of their choice.

A few of the Dutch culinary specialties are still in full-force in these parts (for better or worse), from the unfortunate Hutspot (or the kale version - Stamppot – if you want extra nasty) to the borrowed Nasi Goreng (colonial-era Indonesian) to the utterly divine  Christmas delicacy, Banket. While I’m sure you could eat this year-round, I mean there’s not a LAW against it or anything, it’s really a Christmas only treat in my husband’s family’s book. The start of the Christmas season equals Banket, and Banket equals the start of the Christmas season.

This is my mother-in-law’s Banket recipe, which she got from her mother-in-law, who was born in The Netherlands. So there.

Banket
(makes 8 sticks)

Dough:
1 pound butter (yes, 1 pound of real, honest-to-goodness unsalted butter)
4 cups white flour (no, this is not the time to try to sneak any whole grain flour into your life)
1 cup milk (2% is ok if you can’t bring yourself to use whole, but use whole – trust me)
Blend all together. Form into ball. Wrap well in waxed paper. Refrigerate 24 hours.

Filling:
1 pound almond paste (usually found in tub or brick form in the refrigerated section)
3 eggs (no, Egg-Beaters won’t work – why are trying to ruin the Banket???)
2 cups sugar (yes, good old fashioned white sugar that will kill us all  in the end)
Blend all together. Wrap up in plastic wrap. Refrigerate 24 hours.

Assembly

Have on hand:
1-2 egg whites, beaten
white sugar (yes, more sugar, get over it already)

  1. Preheat oven to 350F.
  2. Divide the dough and filling into 8 parts.
  3. Roll out dough into very thin rectangle (approximately 6 x12). Store extra dough & filling in freezer, until needed.
  4. Spread filling, in a long tube, across the center of the rectangle.
  5. Fold one long edge of the rectangle over the filling.
  6. Fold both short ends of the rectangle towards the center.
  7. Using both hands (to keep first piece of the long rectangle folded over the filling), tightly roll the covered filling until it is completely covered by the remaining side of the dough rectangle. (Yes, it makes sense when you do it.)
  8. Set on parchment paper-lined baking sheet, with the dough edge underneath the Banket stick. 
  9. Repeat above for 2nd Banket stick, leaving 3 inches between each stick.
  10. With a pastry brush, lightly coat the top of the Banket sticks with egg whites.
  11. Sprinkle sticks with sugar.
  12. Grab a fork and poke a few holes in the sticks to release some air while baking.
  13. Bake for 20 minutes or until golden brown all over. Do not over cook.
  14. Let cool for 20-30 minutes before cutting into 2-3 in pieces.

Notes:

  • Banket sticks can be frozen, unbaked, for up to 6 months if tightly wrapped in plastic wrap. Do not allow sticks to be smooshed, bent or twisted in the freezer, as the dough will crack into pieces and the filling will maintain a semi-gooey consistency. Thaw approx 10 minutes before baking.
  • Cupcake tins are really useful for keeping the individual dough and filling parts separated in the freezer, during assembly.

    I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

    “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” – frequent refrain from just about everyone (or so it seems), from all six Star Wars films

     

    “Don’t eat KFC and then go to trampoline class for 1.5 hours.”  -  Padawan Learner

      Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed.

      Governor Tarkin:    “The Jedi are extinct, their fire has gone out of the
                                    universe. You, my friend, are all that’s left of their
                                    religion.”
      Admiral Motti:       “Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would
                                   be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they
                                   have obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in
                                   the universe. I suggest we use it.”
      Darth Vader:         ”Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve
                                   constructed.”
                  Star Wars IV: A New Hope

       

      I feel this way about how our nation’s food system is becoming ever more unsustainable, centralized and – frankly – dangerous. The FDA is taking comments on their decision to allow fresh lettuce and spinach to be irradiated – Use of Ionizing Radiation for the Control of Food-Borne Pathogens and Infectious Protozoa, and Extension of Shelf-Life, in a Variety of Human Foodsto kill e-coli and other nasties that have sickened so many people in the recent past. In one of the spinach recalls, the contamination was from e-coli infected fecal dust and liquid sewage leaking from a “manure lagoon” near a confined animal feeding operation located upstream of a fresh vegetable growing operation.

      Nice. Here, have some pig poo to go with your leafy greens and raspberry vinaigrette.

      I am opposed to allowing food to be irradiated in general, but especially food that will be served to the general public without their knowledge or consent – such as in restaurants, nursing homes, school or other public venues. Irradiation of food, in my researched and much considered opinion, is a “too late” solution to our very dirty and dangerous food growing and manufacturing systems. To me, irradiating food is similar to having nails and broken glass embedded on a highway and “fixing” the problem by having a tire repair station 100 feet further down the road. Sure, you’d be able to continue on your way, eventually. The real solution would be to remove the section of the road having nails and glass, just like the real solution to these contaminated veggies (and CAFO beef, poultry and pork) is disallowing high-density animal confinement facilities where unnatural feeds are given to animals and unsanitary conditions are the norm.

      Yes, it will cost more. It will require more people farming on smaller farms. It will, in actuality, entail a retooling of 90% of the American food production “system”. But it is also the right thing to do for the safety, longevity and sustainability of the very food that keeps us healthy and alive.

        For the Jedi it is time to eat as well.

        “Patience! For the Jedi it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat. Hot. Good food, hm? Good, hmm?” – Yoda, Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back

        Last night, I cranked out two loaves of oatmeal bread for this week. Hot, fresh, begging for some butter or blueberry jam yumminess. The smell of it baking almost made me weak in the knees. After it came out of the oven, had cooled a bit and was ready to be enjoyed, I called down into the basement where Dad Windu was watching a never-ending baseball game between the Tigers and the Indians. 13 innings, people, 13 innings. Sheesh. At least the Tigers won, that’s all I can say.

        OMK – “The bread is ready, do you want a slice with butter or some jam?”
        DW – “No, I’m not hungry.” (As if that had anything to do with it.)
        OMK – “What!? This is fresh, warm bread that I’m talking about.”
        DW – “Yeah, I know. I’m just not hungry right now.”
        OMK – “You’re talking crazy.”

        Now I ask you, how can someone pass up fresh bread? I just don’t understand that concept. Not hungry! Bah.