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Semi-Homemade?

I do have nightmares from time to time, but daymares are few. One is with Sandra Lee talking about her new “novel” on the Today show.

We all know she’s hanging out at the Governor’s mansion in NY with Andrew Cuomo. I know because I used to live right across the street when his father was in office.

What you don’t know is that a Houston crew set up for a photo shoot a few years ago and asked her to pick up the slotted spoon. There was a solid and a slotted spoon beside her and she didn’t even know what a slotted spoon looked like.

Yes, we want this woman to tell us how to cook out of cans and frozen stuff. Then write a thinly veiled “novel” of her life to date. Sorry Amazon, you can count me out for that order. Free shipping? No thanks. Cheers and cook real stuff, Dee

Two Wieners in Office?

NYC better look out because if the tweeter and the cheater get elected, you’ve got two liars running your city.

One sends photos of his private parts. The other is customer #9. If they lied to their significant others, they’ll easily lie to voters.

Male politicians often get away with cheating on the wife, getting a trophy wife and going onward and upward will work. They think they’re Kennedy’s. They’re not. These are extremely slimy new-age scandals that some of us old folks have trouble dealing with. When Xerox replaced mimeographs I never took a picture of my butt, but then I was raised right.

I’m so glad I’m not living in NYC right now. I’ve enough to do to get the bums out of office here. Enjoy your day and be glad you’re not in Toronto or Quebec. Dee

Older Friends

They no longer want to use a computer to be in touch. Other than Auntie L, no one writes anymore. I must confess that I’ve a cupboard filled with thank-you notes and holiday cards that I rarely use.

No-one wanted to call “long-distance” years ago because Ma Bell had the reins and charged through the nose. Now we can talk incessantly on a cell phone. I do not, but love my retiree friends, their kids and grandkids.

My mother is gone but my other mother, who attended our elopement while her husband, the Captain, (USN, Ret.), deceased,  stated the vows he wrote for us and she called me the other day. I’ve only been “adopted” for about 18 years and they have another kid for many years more but am glad to have them as parents and three brothers came with it and that’s a sweet deal.

I love the voice of my “Mother.” That is something I’ll never hear in an e-mail. Cherish your family. Dee

Priests

When I visited my alma mater for the first time as a potential student. I didn’t know it was a Catholic institution. At my first class the priest walked in and we had to stand to say the Hail, Mary.

They had just gone co-ed and co-opted their name so no-one would know it was still a Catholic college.

Oh me, oh my, I’d done as much as I could to get away from the Church as I could and now I have to take four four courses in religion and theology? Plus. I was assigned an old and uninterested prof as my advisor.

I asked to change my major and advisor and we are still in touch decades later. He taught us incredible things in the classroom but made me think about my life and what I was doing with it.

It took a long time, after much volunteering and community meetings, then something came to me. It was a man I met a few weeks after 9/11. Yes, my husband of ten years. I became myself over the years so could accept someone in my life.

Fr. C is my savior. It took a while after I graduated and moved away to gain his insights, and I know more as I’m married and taking care of others. Someone is helping steer the boat and I know there are many people pulling in our favor.

With trust, love and commitment, Dee

Routine

I live with two creatures that crave routines and are methodical about everything. One is my husband, the other is our dog.

What their behavior does is to force their separate routines upon me so I rebel then learn how to manage their behavior to a point.

OK I take out the dog early morning. On a weekend I then feed her then put her up on the bed with my husband (she has no hips so cannot jump up) and they snore away for a couple of hours allowing “mommy” to write and cook and empty the dishwasher and plan a menu.

I suppose I’ve my routine too, especially when challenges lie ahead. My role is to protect my family, whatever the cost. Why do we have a hurricane kit in our closet? OK, it was my husband’s idea but we planned it together. All we need is water and we have food for days. We even have a crank-up radio to get signals.

Did I tell you that my husband and dog slept through the night during a Cat 5 hurricane? I got up and blogged it until the power went out. They awoke, refreshed, only for my husband to stop the ground floor flooding through hoses and another neighbor helped clear the storm drain.

I went door-to-door making sure everyone was OK. There were probably 150 units in this loft and 149 were damaged with broken windows or floods. Guess who’s loft was undamaged? Yep, ours.

Someone is on our side all the time. If “routine” is all I need to deal with consider it done. I think frittata with ham and mozzarella is the ticket as we’re on vacation but still on routine. I have to tell you about this incredible Italian market we visited yesterday. Off routine. I love that! Freedom! Cheers, Dee

Len Deighton

Someone with a how not to do things piece (I hate those titles) talked of mayonnaise in July 4th potato salad being disgusting. I disagree and responded that mayonnaise is only an acid, egg, oil and seasoning. Its taste depends on the quality of the ingredients. I would use lemon juice and extra virgin olive oil.

For the formula in a nutshell, I contacted Len Deighton via print. Yes, we actually have books.

I learned of Len Deighton through his spy novels, primarily Spy Hook, Spy Line and Spy Sinker. Years later I find that in 1965 he published a cookbook entitled “Ou est le Garlique?” That means, where is the garlic.

It is not in print, nor is the English version “Basic French Cooking.” It is years of Julia Child and other dear cooks’ writing tomes which I have and love, distilled into a compact paperback book.

This book is remarkable for its simplicity and elegance. Mr. Deighton’s personal illustrations give incredible lucidity to complex formulas and directions and are art in their own right. I would love to have one of his illustrations near my desk for inspiration but will not cut up one of his books.

From time to time, a close young person or adult will come to me for help in learning how to cook. For the younger ones I give them Mr. Deighton’s book after I know they really want to learn.

For the older ones and for weddings for younger brides and grooms I give James Beard’s “Theory and Practice of Good Cooking,” also out of print. That book teaches techniques, not recipes. If you go to an upscale cooking store for a Valentines’ Day demo for your gal, they’re only selling their book and three recipes. It’s OK as a date, but it’s not cooking school.

Check out my cookbooks section for references. This is not a monetized site and I did a lot of research to help me and you learn what is important.

I only collect the best! And I’m no longer a lending library because no-one brings anything back. All my best pet health care books are gone, too. Lending no more.

There’s a photo of Len Deighton teaching Michael Caine how to crack an egg on the filming site of the Ipcress File. I’ve enjoyed Len Deighton’s novels but consider Basic French Cooking a charm and reference for a lifetime of cooking. Cheers! Dee

ps I’m certain I’ve read The Ipcress File but will talk to Dad and brother to find out and get the movie asap!

New Recipe

Yesterday I refreshed, and complicated, a recipe I used to make regularly years ago. It was vegetarian but I knew my husband would not be happy without a little meat so in the interest of home unity I added some.

Pasta with Chicken, Broccoli, Goat Cheese and Pignoli

Pasta (I used linguini yesterday)

1 bunch broccoli, florets in bite-sized pieces, blanched three minutes, shocked in an ice water bath and thoroughly drained

1 chicken breast, pounded out and sliced into thin strips against the grain, bite-sized

4 oz. good goat cheese, kept cold for crumbling in at the last moment

handful of pine nuts, carefully toasted in a dry skillet and cooled

Put on the pasta water. In a large skillet with a little olive oil, saute the chicken with a bit of salt and pepper and remove. Saute the broccoli (s & p) and add the chicken. Add a bit of the pasta water (or stock), drain pasta and add. Stir. Crumble in the goat cheese, season to taste and add the pine nuts last.

The goat cheese melts a bit and makes a salty, tangy sauce and the pine nuts give a nice crunch (my husband didn’t like them). You might want to add a pinch of red pepper flakes to the broccoli for some zing.

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This “summer” has been unseasonably cool but I would rather that than 100 degrees in the shade. I read yesterday that the NYC food show’s wares include a tea popsicle in different flavors, all for under 50 calories and without refined sugar.

In the old South, I’ve read that before refrigeration only the rich had ice. Only the rich had sugar. So who would entertain on the front porch with iced tea with sugar? You betcha. It became a tradition that endures today.

As a Northerner, sweet tea, which is molecularly different than tea with sugar or sweetener added to cold tea, is too much for me. I’ve accidentally ordered it in a couple of Southern restaurants. I don’t boil my tea and prefer my own herbal “sun tea” which is actually refrigerator tea without any sugar at all. That’s what my husband drinks at home. Back at his Southern home, he’ll sweeten his mother’s tea and they use more ice than any people I know! Yes, they are rich with love and understanding for the boy who married that Yankee and lives up north.

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I swear I bought Parmigiano Reggiano the other day at the store but can’t find it anywhere. The other day I was making my husband his favorite spaghetti and meatballs (all homemade except for the durum wheat pasta) and I asked him to pick up more cheese for me. He put the cheesemonger on the phone, who told me about a fantastic Parmesan that comes from Wisconsin and won several “best US cheese” awards so that was my choice. I have yet to taste it but will do so and research the company and let you know next time.

Hope your summer is going well and that you’re planning a festive 4th. My husband’s idea of July 4th is to ask me the night of July 2 whether I want to have a “big party” for the occasion. Two days in advance of an event that most people I know, ok old married folks, spend with their families with fireworks and sparklers and grilling. That means I plan the menu, shop, prep, cook, serve and clean up. My answer in one word, NO.

We’ve seen the best fireworks in the USA, the latest next door to Chevy’s Freedom Over Texas extravaganza. Pyro Paula runs those fireworks and our dog Zoe keeps in touch with her from time to time. I also love the fireworks back home sitting by a small lake watching the local fire company launch a small show.

Zoe, Jim and I will watch them from up high, probably leaning off the balcony if the pollen (him) and mosquitos (me) aren’t too much. We’ll have a simple dinner, perhaps my “Celebration Cole Slaw” and brats. The butcher let me know there’s a special sale coming up. It sure helps to know your butchers and cheese experts. Happy Independence Day! Dee

p.s. I created the Celebration Cole Slaw because our young nephew wouldn’t eat anything but one or two chicken nuggets. I just used red cabbage, grated carrots, a bit of scallion or chives (not too much for a kid) and a favorite dressing. Plus celery seed, of course. He loved it. I also made my mother’s baked beans, but I think the colors (nearly red, white and blue) attracted him to the slaw. D

Moving and Cold Plates

Because I like to cook and take care of people, and animals, I try to help out those who are moving. I know what a pain it is to move, and always leave toilet paper when moving out because it’s tough driving all day, drinking water and soda and finally getting to your new home.

I may greet a new neighbor with a pot to cook in, a box of pasta and homemade sauce. This week I took care of a dog and made a cold plate for his owners. I made a meat loaf with aged local cheese, potato salad with ancho chili in the mayo/sauce, sliced tomatoes with olive oil and fresh oregano. What else? Something with pesto. Ah yes, it was a fresh corn on the cob and tomato salad with pesto.

I got their keys and placed two assembled plates in their refrigerator, plus a six-pack of local beer. I also left the traditional bread, salt and wine for a new home with a card and a quote from the 1946 movie “It’s A Wonderful Life” that starred Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed.

Years ago I was forced to learn how to walk with a book on my head, and all about silverware and which fork to use. Today, I find that people honk their horns and try to run me and my elderly dog over and I believe they either never learned manners or forgot them entirely.

My husband grew up in the great state of Texas and says “yes, ma’am” and “thank you, sir” every day. He opened my car door, took my hand and never let go for 11 years now. Yes, a man opened a car door for a first date. Imagine that. He’s taken, gals.

When someone moves in next door, bring over that bundt cake. Offer to take care of their dog while the movers are there. I love cats, too but they’re a different story and would be better locked in a bathroom.

n-e-i-g-h-b-o-r is a word we need to remember. I only remember to eat from the outside in and the dessert fork/spoon may be horizontal across the back of the plate. My husband doesn’t know Tiffanys’ Table Manners for Teenagers but I do. I still bet I can walk across a room with a dictionary on my head. If he needs a clue all I have to do is nod or pick up the correct utensil. He does calculus in his head. I cook and know manners.

Please get to know your neighbors, and when you go to a foreign country learn several things: please and thank you; excuse me; where is the nearest lavatory; and hello and goodbye/good night/good afternoon/good morning.

Kalinikta, parakalo, Dee

p.s. Thanks Auntie L!

pps That was good night and thank you in Greek. Bon soir, or Buonna Notte, Dee

Making a Difference

I join the vigil for Nelson Mandela. He and his compatriots changed a nation. He knows our best wishes are headed toward him and South Africa.

We Americans are a nation in turmoil and needing someone like President Mandela to sort things out.

Our prayers are with Mr. Mandela and his family, friends and supporters. It is my greatest hope that his legacy will inspire others to change for the better.

I’ve tried to make small changes to communities to make for a fairer life but this man went to prison for decades and emerged to lead his country. God bless Nelson Mandela. Good Lord love and protect him. Dee

Dogs, Siblings and Kids

I’ve had a dog here for the better part of two days, due to circumstances my friends could not prevent. Right now they’re both asleep and I’d like to keep it that way so won’t even move my office chair.

I was the eldest and my sister and I were very close. Years later my brother and other sister were born but we had our similarities and differences.

Now they’re up, my dog barking at the door for no reason except to get the younger dog to follow. And that’s what happens with kids.

After I got our parents to allow us to wear shorts on a 14-hour trip and change into dresses in the car 1/2 hour before we arrived, we had endured countless drum sessions by my brother and the eternal “how much longer?” questions.

Why don’t I have kids? Many reasons, but seeing these two dogs egg each other on all day makes me know the reason. I’m too old for this bickering. They’re back asleep.

What I learned is that my dog is the instigator. She barks at a phantom sound to get the other dog to start barking so he will get in trouble. Sly dog.

He wants to be touched by a human all day every day. My dog is near me every moment of the day but petting is at a minimum and sitting on laps doesn’t happen. She does guard me and herd me and make sure I don’t go anywhere without her knowing it.

Right now she is protecting me and the other dog from any harm. I just told her I’m protecting everyone and she should sleep, and she is sleeping again.

Cesar Millan, I’ve read these dogs and know I can’t have more than one dog in our family. When we went for our second morning walk, he took me to the house they just moved into yesterday. Sweet, good dog.

People who say a dog’s memory only lasts 45 minutes are wrong. All of Zoe’s mostly girlfriends love her and she remembers them for years. Many years ago my in-laws said they’d clear a goat pen for her to stay in. I said to my husband, “No, I’ll stay with her at home.” We got her upgraded to a crate in my husband’s old room, then the room then access to the entire house. Now when I say Zoe’s not coming for the holidays my m-i-l is upset because during our marathon cooking sessions, she cleans up crumbs and spills off the floor!

Now the Instigator is up again, and wonders why her little cousin is sleeping. She’s touching me! Ew, he just put a snake down my shirt! Dogs, siblings and kids. They’re similar. You just have kids longer.

We don’t have kids but would love to spoil some grandkids and granddogs! Dee