Sunday, July 28, 2013

Maria Elena's Theme

Today's post is another dive into my sporadic archives. Many years ago (about eight to be exact), I heard a short melody in my head. I tinkered around for a few months whenever I was near a piano and a song started to develop. I really believe that some people have a gift to be able to sit down and write beautiful poems or compositions, or create amazing art. I am not one of these people. But every now and then, a spark of divine inspiration drifts from its normal path and lands on me and amazing things happen. This song is one of those amazing random inspirations.

After the song was complete, it was without a name for some time until I met my beautiful wife. When I left Chile to return to the United States, I dedicated this song to my wife and named it Maria Elena's Theme. Since that time, the song has had a special meaning in our home.

But time goes on and it has been years since I have played the song. I wrote the song without a good understanding of musical technique, so it was written in my own short hand and I am convinced that if I forgot the song entirely, no one else could pick it up and play it as it was intended. So I recently found an app where I could write the music and have it played back to me until I was convinced that it was played correctly.

Now, thanks to the amazing power of modern technology, Maria Elena's Theme makes its public debut for the first time in both print and audio form.


Saturday, July 20, 2013

My 1975 Bug

My younger brother Todd recently celebrated his birthday and I dusted off my poetry skills and wrote him a poem for his birthday. Todd has been driving old Volkswagen Beetles for several years now and we've had many interesting adventures with them. I took several of those adventures and incorporated them into this poem. So, I guess you could say this poem is based on a true story. Those of you driving bugs will understand.

Todd's 1975 Super Beetle


My 1975 Bug


Now Ali Baba had his forty thieves,
and a treasure in a secret hold.
And Midas had his special touch
That turned everything into gold.
Aladdin had a genie in a lamp
That he carried on a flying rug.
But I wouldn't trade a single one for my 1975 Bug!

The brake cable came from my old bike
And the seat belts from some old bus.
If it stalls once or twice in the turning lane,
No reason to raise a fuss!
The horn can bleat all by itself
When it comes around a curve,
But when you turn the key for the 18th time,
I just love to hear her purr.

She may be over twice my age,
But she's still the love of my life.
Any woman that doesn't love my bug
Could never be my wife!
Yah, she dribbles out on my driveway
And the paint's a bit thin on the hood, 
But when your car turns 40 too
Lets if she looks this good!

She's red on top, and white on the sides
And rust where the sun don't shine.
My bank account is always dry
But I'm so glad she's mine.
So if you see me comin' down the road
Be sure to slug your friend.
'Cause I'll be driving this old bug until the bitter end!

- Tory Norman
July 12, 2013

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Around the World in 80 Doughs: #1 - French Baguette

Crispy Home-made Baguettes

The Story

Bread is not only one of France's international icons, but has also been one of its most historically significant foods. For the peasants and common folk of pre-industrial France, bread was quite literally a staple of life. The peasants depended on bread as their main source of nutrition and it was common for an average male peasant to consume two to three pounds of bread per day. Although peasants at the time had access to other foods such as meats, dairy products, sea foods, and nuts, many of these were far too expensive for anything but special occasions such as weddings or religious festivals. For the majority of the year, the peasants lived on vegetables and, most importantly, bread. Although bread was the staple of life for early French peasants, it is not the common French breads we are accustomed to eating today. Early peasant breads were made using a variety of courser and more affordable grains such as wheat, rye, and buckwheat. Refined white flour was reserved only for the upper class. In fact, as prices for grains rose, bakers would often substitute ingredients such as sawdust, dirt, hay, or even dung to make the flour last longer and keep the bread affordable.

Not only did bread have a key role in the daily life of the French citizens, it also played an important part in the French revolution. A series of poor weather conditions in the late 1700s caused a severe grain shortage in France which, in turn, caused a bread shortage and extreme increases in the prices of grains and breads. Robbed of their main source of nutrition, peasants began “bread riots” which became more prominent throughout France. Starvation from lack of bread and other crops was one of the main reasons that lead up to the French Revolution. In fact, the riots that led up to the famous fall of the Bastille on July 14, 1789 began as a search for arms and bread. Michael R. Lynn, in his article Riots and Rye: Bread and the French Revolution recognized that it was “riots and, even more simply, the threat of rioting [that helped] propel the revolution forward and make it increasingly radical.”[i]

Once the new French government took power, availability of bread became an obvious concern. The new government heavily controlled bread prices and even controlled the way in which bread could be made. For a time, the government banned all bread making except one style called pain d' egalite, or “equality bread” which consisted of ¾ wheat flour and ¼ rye. Although price regulations for bread are no longer in effect, you will still find the price of bread consistent throughout France to this day.

The fact that so many laws have been written surrounding bread is itself a testimony to the importance of bread in the French culture. Another important law in the history of French bread was a law written in March of 1919 which stated that “It is forbidden to employ workers at bread and pastry making between ten in the evening and four in the morning.”[ii] Prior to the writing of this law, the common French bread was the Boule, a hearty, ball shaped loaf. But this traditional bread took considerable time to carefully knead and prepare. With bakers unable to come in before four in the morning, there was no way they would have enough time to prepare for the morning bread runs. The solution to this issue was discovered in a long thin bread that was invented in Vienna in the middle of the 19th century. Because of its particular shape and texture, it could be prepared much quicker making it easily available as a breakfast bread.

This style of bread has since become so popular in France it is almost the iconic symbol of French baking throughout the world. Today, when we think of picking up a French bread from the supermarket here in America, it is typically a rendition of this long, thin stick of a loaf which we even call “French Bread”. The actual name in French is a Baguette, which means “wand” because of its distinctive shape. Although there are many types of bread that carry the appearance of a French Baguette, not every one of them can carry that title. I believe that the French Baguette is the only bread that I have ever found which was protected by national law. In 1993, the French government enacted a law commonly known as “The Bread Law” which states that, for a bread to be considered a “traditional Baguette,” it “must be mixed, kneaded, leavened and baked on premise, without ever being frozen. They must also be additive-free and can contain only four precious ingredients – wheat flour, water, salt and yeast.”[iii]

The Bread

Since July celebrates France's independence as well, and bread played such an important role in the country's independence, it only seemed fitting to celebrate by making traditional bread. I've never been too keen on eating sawdust or dung, though, so I decided against making the traditional peasant breads that played such an important role in France's history. The Baguette is still of great cultural importance to the French people, and since it is the bread most people think about when they think about French bread today, that is what we are going to make instead.

Like many professional artisan breads, it is very difficult to reproduce a true Baguette in your home kitchen, but there are a few recipes out there that come close. However, you have to be very careful when choosing a Baguette recipe because, according to the 1993 Bread Law mentioned in the history above, many of these recipes can not legally call themselves a traditional Baguette since they use ingredients (most commonly honey) which are outside of the legal boundaries of a traditional Baguette. I am a purist when it comes to my breads though, and if I'm going to go to the trouble to make a Baguette, I want it to be a legal Baguette (after all, what other bread has legal requirements). Another limitation to the Baguette that is missing from many recipes comes from the method in which the Baguette is baked. French bakeries use deck ovens which inject steam during the baking process. The steam causes the dough crust to expand before setting and also melts the gluten in the crust. It's this steam injection process that creates the golden, crunch outside and the chewy, air-filled inside that is signature to a traditional Baguette. Unfortunately, most American ovens do not come equipped with steam injection, so reproducing this effect can be difficult at home. 

After doing some research online and experimenting in my kitchen a bit, I came up with the following recipe which stays true to the legal requirements and has, I feel, the right blend between simplicity and authenticity.

The Recipe

Makes 3 cookie sheet length loaves:

• 5 cups flour
• 2 cups warm water
• 3.5 teaspoons dry yeast
• 2.5 teaspoons salt

In a large mixing bowl, mix all of the dry ingredients together first. Then, slowly mix in the water. Remember that the texture of the bread is more important than the exact quantity of water. Continue adding water slowly until the dough is slightly stick, but no longer clings to your skin.

Remove dough from mixing bowl and, on a floured surface, push the dough out from the center, smearing it against the surface with the lower palm of your hand a few times to ensure all ingredients are well blended. Knead the dough until it becomes smooth and consistent. It is important not to over knead the bread. 

When the bread is smooth and consistent, cover and let rise for and hour and a half. Perhaps it is because of the climate, or because I tend to bake late at night, but I used to have trouble getting bread to rise properly. If you are in this camp, simply heat your oven to its lowest setting (about 100 degrees F) and turn it off. Then set your bread in there with an oven-safe pan of water and let it rise.

After it raises, cut the dough into three equal parts. Get out a large cookie sheet, drape a dish cloth over it and flour generously. Place each part of the dough on an un-floured surface and fold the dough over itself, rolling while pushing the dough outwards until it becomes a long snake. Once your snake is about the length of the cookie sheet, place it on the cookie sheet and lift the cloth along the long sides of the snake so that the floured cloth cradles the dough. Once all three parts have been rolled out and are on the cookie sheet, raise again for one hour.

Now comes the fun part. Preheat your oven to 450 degrees F. and place a metal (NOT glass!) oven-safe bowl or pan on the bottom rack of the oven. While this is heating, score your loaves by cutting four diagonal slashes in the top of each loaf using a very sharp knife (preferably a clean razor blade if available). Carefully slide the loaf off of the dish towel and onto the cookie sheet. Once the oven is hot, quickly place the sheet of loaves on the middle rack of the oven. Toss about 6 to 8 cubes into the metal bowl or pan on the bottom rack and quickly close the door of the oven. This creates an imitation steam injection which helps produce the texture that is so important for a good Baguette. Just a note: If you have a glass window on your oven door, you may want to cover it with a towel or be VERY careful tossing in the ice cubes as a sudden drastic change in temperature, like a fallen ice cube on a hot window, has been known to crack glass.

Once the bread is successfully in its artificial sauna, let bake for 15 minutes or until golden brown.

The Result

As I mentioned before, to make a genuine French Baguette, you need a steam injection oven, so I knew it wouldn't turn out as airy in the middle or as golden brown on the outside. I was pleased though at how crispy the outside did turn out and the inside was nice and chewy. Today I just got tipped off to an awesome little French Bakery around the corner from where I work, so the next step will be to buy an authentic Baguette and compare the taste and texture. Stay tuned for the results. In the meantime, my whole family is pleasantly pleased with the results of round one.



[i] Michael R., Lynn. N.p.. Web. 14 Jul 2013. <http://www.ultimatehistoryproject.com/bread.html>.
[ii] Bulletin des Lois de la République Française — Nouvelle Série — Année 1919 T.XI:241-264 B. No. 246 (p.769) - No. 13950
[iv] N.p.. Web. 14 Jul 2013. <http://www.lepetitfrancais.com/history>
[v] N.p.. Web. 14 Jul 2013. <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baguette>

Friday, July 12, 2013

The Match

One of the purposes of this blog was to have a more public place to start storing my poetry. I wouldn't consider myself a professional poet by any stretch of the imagination, but it is something I have tinkered with since I was a child. Today I dug up my old poems from High School. I'll admit some were a bit forced and some were just atrocious, but I have sifted through them and selected a few of my favorites.

This is one of my all-time favorites from my younger years. I felt inspired to write it while reflecting in the chapel one Sunday evening as I was waiting for my father to get out of meetings. It is entitled "The Match."


The Match

Life is vast, like a vacant field
As dark and black as night.
The fog and haze restricts your view
Filling your heart with fright. 
You continue to wander, hopelessly lost,
All alone and afraid.
Voices are heard, but no man is seen
As you turn to the calls that are made.
Then off in the distance
Something pierces the night, 
A small and humble glow.
Just seeing this light amid the black 
Warms your very soul. 
As you draw nearer, you can see
The source of this meager light.
A man stands before you, half hidden in fog
Alone on this empty night. 
He holds out his hand to reveal a match, 
Its flicker so gentle and dim.
You're surprised that such a little light 
Could have guided you straight to him.
He smiles at you with a smile of love.
"I knew you would come," he said.
 Extending his hand, he gives you a match
With its unlit top of red.
Placing his match aside of yours 
The man shares his light with you. 
Now holding your match up with his
That match has the strength of two.
People come from far and near
Guided by the glow.
Each is given a match to hold
And the light begins to grow.
Now there are many standing around 
Making it bright as day
And out of the night shines the beautiful light
Guiding others on their way.

Christ stands amid life's troubles and strife
Holding his little light.
That flickering flame is the gospel light
Guiding us all to the right.
He welcomes us to take his light
And to the world show
That by guiding others we may see 
His gospel light will grow.

- Tory Norman
January 14, 2001

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Becoming a Published Author


Ever since I was a little kid, I had always dreamed of becoming a published author. Perhaps part of it was seeing your name in print, but it also goes back to my core passions. I have always loved to share information. I love to constantly learn and discover new things. So for me, it seemed only natural to want to publish my discoveries to the world in hopes that they can help others in some way.

This month I had the incredible opportunity to create my first published work. I actually can't take all of the credit though. In fact, none of this would have been possible without the help of the awesome people that I work with at Squire & Company in Orem. the Partner over our department and my manager, Kevin Johnson, approached me to help Kevin coauthor the cover story for The Journal Entry, a quarterly publication for the Utah Association of Certified Public Accountants. With Kevin's help, we were able to put together a great article on barriers to adopting new technology in business and how to overcome them. 

From this experience I saw a realization of something that I learned in college. As you start your career, find those around you who are moving in the direction that you want to go and then follow them. The people at Squire, particularly my managers are all great people who I look up to and admire. It is because of their mentoring that I am finally beginning to accomplish my childhood dreams.

So now that I have accomplished my goal of becoming a published author, is this the end of my writing career? On the contrary, I hope it is just beginning. It's a different animal working against publication deadlines, but it was a lot of fun. I hope to get additional opportunities to write articles. I am working on another major project as well, but that's under wraps for right now. Stay tuned to hear more as that one nears completion.

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