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Fashionable Dee

Before there was PolarTec and 800 fill-power Marmot ski jackets we all wore wool. Layers and layers of it. And boots. And we lived up on “the hill” so snow came earlier there and all the kids would make fun of us for wearing hats and boots.

Prom night. Sick as a dog with the flu. I didn’t want to go. I had a red and white striped diagonal gown with a halter top that made me look like a candy striper. I hesitate to describe my date but don’t think he can read anyway. He wore a baby blue velvet tux with dark blue lapels and a ruffled shirt. We stayed 1/2 hour and I asked him to take me home.

First year of college we had a semi-formal dance. All my wing-mates were wearing gowns and I didn’t have funds to get one so… candy striper came out once again. Little did I know that my wing-mates, we took a photo together instead of our dates, published it online!

I am most comfortable in jeans or workout pants, SmartWool socks, a nice tee shirt with polartec sweater if need be, and Crocs. That’s just the way the ball bounces these days.

Every time I get dressed up for a business affair for my husband he gets laid off the next day! So I’m not into clothes to impress. Just be comfortable, walk the dog, make my Beef Carbonnade (smells great) and be comfortable doing so.

If you’re following the series you’ll know there is no fashionable or sophisticated Dee, only me. Yes, I’m smart as looks fade but smarts last longer. Let me know if you want me to keep up this self-flagellating series or give my dog a blog. Dee

Sophisticated Dee

I spent my 25th birthday on Crete. Play that back. My younger sister and I wanted to travel and I had my first real job so took three weeks off to spend in Greece and Italy.

My sister wanted to live in Athens, thinking she would run into Plato and Aristotle on the steps of the Parthenon. Instead, we smelled diesel fuel from Mercedes cabs and looked out on smog-filled skies. Once I left she escaped to Israel and lived on a kibbutz for six months!

We landed in Athens, backpacks on, and found a place to stay, a perfectly clean hostel where we had our own room with a sink, and shared a bathroom I’d like to have now, decades later, with the room next door. [Without the sharing and with double sinks.] All for the outrageously high price of $12/night (her reasoning, not mine, I became the financier because I didn’t want to sleep on someone’s roof for $1 per night).

Settled in, we fought jet lag and went to a taverna close by. Thinking I was worldly, I ordered Campari. Juice glass with an ounce of red liquid, warm and it made me cough with the first sip. So much for worldliness!

I reveled in the food in both Greece and Italy and tried whatever food I could. My sister ordered spaghetti and meatballs every meal and kept Nutella in the room.

More on the boat trip to Italy later and the flight back.

We got to Agia Galini (on Crete), a beautiful fishing village for $4/night with sandy muslin sheets and a 2′ x 3′ bathroom with a toilet that was also our shower.

The next night was my 25th birthday and our parents had given my sister $25 to take me out to eat. I insisted we get a real hotel room for $15 and spend the rest on dinner. We walked into an empty taverna early and the owner took such good care of us with seven courses, ouzo, retsina, metaxa brandy. Spoon sweets, he was the real deal. With tip it cost a whopping $14. I paid the $4.

Before sunrise I was at the airport with quite a headache for an interesting cancelled flight and two stops in the former Yugoslavia with baggage checks and bomb-sniffing dogs before arriving in NYC where my parents were moving in. After 18 hours on the road I walked in the door from an expensive taxi from JFK and my mother handed me a box and said “we work around here.” Welcome home! Then I went home to another place my roommate had found because we’d been broken into again on my trip.

Welcome home, world-traveled and sophisticated Dee, moving twice in two days! It was fun, I was young and got to sunbathe topless in Greece. Dee

Zoe’s Secretary?

Yes, may I put on Sir Nigel for a quick follow-up question?

Of course, sir.

Zoe, this is Sir Nigel. I must have your opinion. The Pope has just resigned and asked me whether he should get a dog or a cat in his retirement. Of course I’m partial to cats, but thought your opinion might be useful.

Well, Sir Nigel, I certainly cannot see Cardinal Ratzinger out hunting or driving cattle so those breed groups are out. Cat, definitely, certainly one of the strays from around a local church would love to be neutered and have free food and kind attention.

Thank you, Zoe, brilliant!

Thank you for calling. Be in touch. See you next time I’m across the pond. Cheers, Z

Napping Dog Press II

Hello there, this is Felix Cattus III reporting for Sir Nigel Davenport, who is quite tired after a romp with Zoe and a bit much catnip.

FELIX: I’m interested in your relationships with cats. Sir Nigel was not attacked and has no wounds, and thanks you repeatedly for saving him from that pesky mockingbird.

ZOE: It’s nothing. If a cat doesn’t run from me, we’re the best of friends, as you can see from yesterday’s interview with Sir Nigel. We would have had a brandy and cigar but he was keen on the catnip.

FELIX: Do you get along well with humans? Big ones and tiny ones?

ZOE: They’re so easy to manipulate, especially the big ones. The little ones are still true to themselves in every way and I respect them for that quality. I do like them, especially Food Wench and Fun Guy every day, and love going to grandma’s and great-grandma’s houses to be petted and eat stuff that falls off the kitchen counters. They even say I cut down on the vacuuming, whatever that means, it may be that loud machine I hate.

FELIX: Speaking of things you dislike about living in a human environment, what else is irksome to you?

ZOE: Balloons. Fun Guy asked Food Wench to help buy candy to keep in his office desk and she said “No, you have to do something more interesting.” So he took up twisting balloons and ordering them from Sweden, practicing at home, and doing company parties.

I hate the squeaks of the balloons as he twists them into Wile E Coyote or Elmo. I especially hate the sounds when one pops. Now I go under Food Wench’s side of the bed anytime I even see a balloon, so Fun Guy goes to the child’s family who wants the balloon.

FELIX: To end this interview, what do you like about your life?

ZOE: I’ve met up with some really great humans who’ve raised me, others who pet me, dogs who play with me and I get to sleep at least 18 hours a day. That’s minimum. I don’t arise until I get my beauty sleep. I like baths because I love being clean but hate being brushed out a day later (Food Wench knows I won’t deal with a hair dryer so I air dry like Cuba Gooding Jr. in Jerry Maguire).

I’d also like to thank you cats for the interviews, sorry Sir Nigel is under the weather but thank you and my buddy Dashiell for keeping me on the kitty track. And thank my buds Axl, Roxy, Jake, Truman, Bella, Bandit and many others. One for my baby, and one more for the road. That’s Frank, baby. Also Tony Bennett and Henry Mancini, who Food Wench has met in a kitchen. Hey, we don’t mess around.

FELIX: Thank you, Zoe, from Napping Dog Press. Sir Nigel will return tomorrow and now it appears I will be chased from the set. I’ve a plan. This is Felix Cattus III. Good evening.

The Napping Dog Press

Yes, hello, and welcome to this week’s Napping Dog Press. I am Sir Nigel Davenport, Cat-caster at Large, roving the world to see how animals living indoors with humans are faring in our world today.

I am in a very cold city by a great lake today in the Colonies, sorry, chap, the United States with Zoe, a nine-year old Australian Shepherd mix.

NIGEL: So, Zoe, I came here to see how you are faring. I understand you just had a birthday. Nine years, I believe. How did life start for you?

ZOE: I barely remember Mama and who knows who Papa was, but I was brought to a city shelter at five weeks and they did surgery on me to keep me from having puppies.

NIGEL: Oh, my!

ZOE: Yes, but the day after I met my new humans and they have had me this entire time. They took my hips but everything is OK now.

NIGEL: They took your hips? My word, lass. You should have sued them then and there!

ZOE: No, I forgave them and even my surgeon Val the Vet because I’ve felt better ever since. A neighborhood stray cat helped me out, Meow Meow. We walked together at least five times a day. She came to call or just slept in front of my door.

NIGEL: That’s amazing, that you like cats. Do you eat people food?

ZOE: Not really. They tried to make me eat all kinds of exotic dry food tarted up by eggs, bologna or hot dogs but I put my paw down. Only frozen raw lamb or duck for me. Or beef or bison.

NIGEL: Really?

ZOE: Yes, the Food Wench buys it for me. She also takes me out. The Fun Guy plays with me and takes me out late at night for a last pee.

It’s a difficult life, though. I have to whine to be lifted back onto their bed after I jump down to drink water and look out the window. Like this morning at 4:30. They should just be waiting for my return and do their “Otis” duties.

NIGEL: Anything else you’d like to tell us?

ZOE: Well, they won’t let me get a squirrel. I bagged a couple of mice at the last place we lived but Fun Guy made me drop them before I could eat them and vomit on the bed.

Otherwise, don’t pack suitcases to go away for the weekend. Don’t pack boxes to go away for good. Moving is very stressful. I’d have to meet all new dogs, cats and squirrels and it’s a tedious chore.

NIGEL: Thanks,. Zoe, for your insights.

ZOE: Thank you, Nigel. Prepare to be chased by a dog. Ready? GO!!!

ZOE Aside: All in all, it’s good to be head of my human pack because I can keep everything under control, until Food Wench made me get shots a couple of weeks ago.

Making a Difference

And not making one. It’s been snowing here and the city does not plow the streets often, but when they do, they leave large piles of snow that block access from the sidewalk to the street, and obliterate all ADA-required curb ramps.

Of course, residents and businesses are legally required to clear their sidewalks regularly or face a fine. The government owned sidewalks continue to be un-shoveled or un-plowed.

So on Thursday I contacted the Mayor stating that our city could not possibly be in compliance with the ADA or Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990 by leaving piles of snow and slush blocking every required curb ramp in the community.

As Zoe (my dog) and I took a walk at seven this morning, there was a truck plowing all the city sidewalks and curb ramps. Normally one has to wait months or years for government to take action, but mention ADA and they’re on it. I did this, and look forward to seeing, later today, whether they only did around our building or everywhere.

There’s a physical rehab center a block away (read Old Folks Home) and I’m always glad to see residents coming out in their wheelchairs for a breath of fresh air. Fresh air and needed mobility doesn’t help them unless they can cross the streets in motorized or hand-propelled wheelchairs. That’s what curb ramps are for. I can’t even bring my wonderful wheeled cart to the grocery store or take out the dog without perilous crossings.

On not making a difference, I spent all yesterday afternoon on the phone with a government agency and a certain express delivery service trying to find a package that was processed Wednesday and sent Thursday one-day delivery. I had the return tracking number that continued to tell me online that it had not yet been scanned. For four hours I pressed both and the government agency, at close of business, actually scanned and emailed me the document I needed, and the express mail service put a trace on the package.

Then I went downstairs at 6:00 p.m.and was told, “you have a package.” The document we needed had been downstairs all day and no-one emailed or called me to tell me it was there. My husband waited for me in the car downstairs while I came up and notified both the agency and mail service that all is well and they can call off the search. Egg on my face.

That said, I did help push someone out of a parking space on the street yesterday, my good deed for the day. But good deeds do not go unpunished. Me, the Buffalo gal, is telling two guys how to get out of the spot while dog sits on the sidewalk watching.

I tell the guy in the car to get out and push as well, then say “jump in and drive!” and he did and it worked and we provided a “runway” for the gal in the space behind them to get out as well. I’m quite sore today and now know why. Will I stop doing good deeds for others? Never.

The government agency that told me they only use regular USPS and it would take two weeks to replicate what they were sending me would leave me without a car for that time. As I moved up the ranks I spoke with a lovely woman, D, to whom I’m sending a grilling recipe for her family and she wants to meet me next time I’m in town. Honey, babe, not vinegar. Let’s see. What do I want to change today? Cheers! Dee

Dream Home, Dream Kitchen

I’ve lived in a number of places and had good and bad kitchens, and have also been on tours of many dream homes for up to $10 million and I inevitably come back with ideas but also concerns about the kitchen.

My husband thinks there should be a cooking robot to make food. He loves my food and I find this concept to be an insult unless he wants peanut butter sandwiches all day, every day. I find cooking to be more of an art than a science.

First off, those people who buy the $10 million house are not going to be using the kitchen so open concept is fine but they should have one in back for the chef and brigade, especially as the home has a movie theater, steam room and locker room for 20, three front-loading washers/dryers and heating elements for 20 pairs of ski boots. Oh, and ski-in/ski-out access.

I prefer a small, open galley kitchen. Many “dream homes” have as large a kitchen as possible and most suffer an extreme loss of functionality. When one watches home shows on the weekend, everyone says “the kitchen is so small.” Yes, but is it functional?

We now have a small, open galley kitchen with stools on the outside for breakfast and for guests. There is not nearly enough cupboard space and most is so high I can’t use it without a stool which I keep but prefer not to take out regularly. There’s a “tech center” right off the kitchen and I’ve a 6′ dark metal (think Container Store) utility cart in there with wheels and brakes. It holds a pasta machine, meat grinder attachment, many heritage bowls, colanders and measuring sets for dry and wet ingredients and pots and pans hanging on each side. Also, I designed it as my pantry and my husband and I placed four 6′ racks along the walls, one side for flour and spices and savory items, plus oils and vinegars and canned goods. The other is for cereal and sweets, plus a top shelf for Marsala and brandy and the back for dog stuff. I initially wanted to close it off with a screen but as long as I keep things organized, I don’t mind if guests know that I actually cook, and we eat, food.

In an ideal situation I’d keep a smaller kitchen with a useful island and a butler’s pantry (swinging door) with glass-fronted shelves and a marble countertop for pastry, also a wall of outlets so I can keep certain appliances at the ready. When I look at a place and the refrigerator door opens the wrong way against a wall I know that’s a time-waster, also that the owner cut corners elsewhere because he didn’t care about functionality.

What is most important in a small kitchen is getting whatever one can off the countertops to leave prep space. I’ve a power strip attached to the utility cart for a juicer and spice grinder. All my important knives save one are on a magnetic wall mount so I don’t have a knife block taking up space. The one I use and love is a ceramic santoku that I keep in a knife guard in the silverware drawer because it is not magnetic.

The dried spices I use most are also on the wall so they don’t take up space. I strongly believe that one should have on hand only the appliances one uses regularly displayed on the kitchen counter for easiest use. Mine are: KitchenAid 5 qt. mixer (25 years old and going strong); utensil jar with spatulas and wooden spoons and my favorite sauce whisk and paint brushes; KitchenAid food processor, 11 qt., a wedding present 10 years ago from my in-laws; and a KitchenAid blender. Also a toaster, and an electric tea kettle. I fell in love with this while living abroad and when in the Rockies at 6.500 feet above sea level, it got our tea water hotter more quickly than a kettle on the stove.

If we made coffee, rice, espresso, pasta every day choices would be different but these are mine and it makes easy work of our meals. The lesson learned is that finding a kitchen that fits you, is functional and makes your life easy is better than finding the largest kitchen you can. We carved out space for a pantry and everything has its place.

Even my m-i-l, who loves her big kitchen, re-did it last year and while she’s not a fan of islands, brought out a lovely granite-topped addition that makes the kitchen better for serving big family gatherings, as well as it allows us “landing space” for our three-day Thanksgiving cooking marathons. Over the past ten years we’ve developed our own rhythm and space for cooking together, even though she’s moved some things around due to new storage space on her “non-island.” I’ll get used to it! Cheers, Dee

Puppy Love

Yesterday morning I was out with our dog and let her play for a few moments with a larger male dog. Turns out the male is 11 years old.

Today we went out several times and our Zoe saw, in the midst of a snowstorm, kids way down a hill across a busy street, sledding down to a playing field. She went puppy nuts and ran around like a lunatic and ate fresh snow.

Zoe just turned nine. Add those up in “dog years” and she’s an old lady doing disco and karaoke while volunteering at the senior center!

Just seeing them get charged up by a couple inches of snow is inspiring. As for me, I have to check the weather to find out what hat and gloves to wear, double coat, Wellies or hiking boots. Feels like kindergarten, except then someone else dressed me. Now I have to worry about the floors as well as there’s so much salt.

Here no-one shovels. The streets are rarely plowed and forget ramps put in due to ADA, the Americans with Disabilities Act, as those are all snowed in and now mushed in and there are a number of folks around here in wheelchairs who cannot get around. Also salt is what people use, rather than a shovel or snow blower, and the city/county are the last to come in to get their sidewalks and trails into reasonable condition. It usually takes a few days.

Seeing these old dogs play and enjoy the snow is a joyous occasion, like watching all the dogs in the pool with the pool furniture sunk in it before a major hurricane. Yes, been there, done that.

Streets and sidewalks should be the first priority of the city and county. I don’t see much effort in that regard. I awakened Sunday morning to hear a truck scraping dry pavement (ouch) but once we have snow, there’s nothing. Was someone just clocking overtime on Sunday and sleeping today?

It’s always good to see the kids sledding and the dogs playing. Cheers, Dee

Welcoming

As I sit by the window at my desk in 2 degree temperatures, I’ve been forced to put on a sweater and shoes just to be here.

One thing my parents taught me is to welcome guests.  Of course since you read this you know about my cookbook recommendations, pantry staples and recipes.

Welcoming is about more than that, like in a hurricane you make breakfast for friends and let them use your shower because they have no water.

You open your doors for anyone in distress, and anyone who doesn’t have a family for a holiday dinner.

You take care of the neighbor’s cat while they’re out of town. Neighbors invite you for dessert on Christmas day.

At 6:30 a.m. I have to take the dog out and it’s 2 degrees outside. She will be wearing her coat and I’ll be layering several. We probably won’t meet many other dogs but she would welcome most as friends, not the few that want to kill her.

A gal is coming to dinner tonight with her dog and we will be welcoming. She’ll be eating my chili and giving her opinions. Dee

Chili

After a 60-degree day, it is now three and expected to go below zero before I take the dog out in a couple of hours. Luckily she should be dry after yesterday’s bath and will wear her winter coat as I will don mine with bunny hat and gloves.

I tried to make my riff on Lady Bird Johnson’s Pedernales River Chili yesterday, messing up the first moments in the meat grinder attachment and starting over.

All in all, I boned out 1.5# short ribs, de-fatted 2.5# chuck, and kept it cold. One yellow and one white onion and about 6 cloves of garlic went into the pan after going through the food processor. Then I ground the meat, after the initial hiccup, 20 minutes later the meat was still cold and I could grind it easily.

The onions and garlic were sauteeing away and after they were removed I added the meat in four batches, draining each batch and adding to a large pot with the veg. I salted and peppered every addition.

I added oregano, a tablespoon of ancho chili powder and a heaping teaspoon of cumin, and aleppo chili from Turkey. That’s what I found at Penzey’s, the most incredible herb and spice store in the USA.

After three hours, the house smelled like dirty socks (the cumin) and the chili was done. I added hot sauce and more chile beforehand for a big finish. Perhaps I’ll toast them next time in a dry pan, or try different varieties.

After a day of chili in the frig we’re having a friend over and hopefully she will offer her comments. I did make my own cornbread last time I served chili but will cheat with the boxed version this evening as I’ve much to do today.

I told you that our local grocery is selling jarred Texas “chili base” and the primary ingredient is beans! I talked to my husband’s grandmother today and told her this and she laughed! Real Texans don’t put beans in their chili.

Ten years ago, if I’d put beans into chili, I’d have been drummed out of this family before I was ever in it. Cook something today and tell us about it, Dee