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Joining Families

As we celebrate our tenth year of marriage, and our dog turns nine, I wanted to share a few things that are very important to me about the family I married into.

Cooking and spending time with my mother-in-law is important. We’ve developed a rhythm that works to get things done. We have spent so much time together when the guys are out with the cattle that I don’t really have quotes. I just know that she spent so much time and effort “vetting” me for her eldest son that when he spends four months gathering woodworking tools for our nephew, age 10 now, and I tell her it’s driving me crazy, all she says is “I warned you.”

My father-in-law has done a few special things over these ten years. He: showed up at the airport to meet us with two dozen roses (not his idea, I’m sure); told my husband 12 hours in that if he wanted to ask me to marry him, it’s OK; drove a truck up that weekend and told me to get in, early in the morning in my pj’s, to see a 14 point buck and didn’t want to shoot him only let me see the grandeur; and this past year at Nanny’s he said he said he had to try this one dish because he knew who made it.

Then there’s Nanny. She interviewed me privately in her dining room for nearly an hour. My grandmothers died before I was a year old. Seeing as we got along so well, I asked her to be my Nanny, too. She agreed and for ten years we’ve had family events and I’ve held cooking classes for The Grands (her great-grandkids) and it has been a joy to know this loving and wonderful person.

Of course there’s an uncle who is very special to my heart. He brings qualities into our shared relationships that are so open and honest they make us question what we are doing with our lives and correct our mis-steps.

Permit me to let you know about my brother and his family in another post.

Learning, living, compromise, I don’t know that young couples expect that. That’s what marriage is all about, loving someone so much that work, kids, dogs, living conditions can be dealt with. Speaking of dogs I must add Val to my joining family list. She took out our dog’s hips as a pup and Zoe still loves her. She, P, Z and her parents are terrific, loving family members.

I wouldn’t have known any of these folks had I not met my husband over 11 years ago. Thank you for being in our lives. Cheers! Dee

Holiday Dinner

Yes, on January 12 we attended my husband’s company’s holiday celebration. Do the holidays ever end?

That said, it was held at a science museum/aquarium and it was cool to see it at night and with a small crowd.

I only tasted two different appetizers so can’t tell you much about that. I was impressed by the dinner and the service (all the tables were swept for service, meaning each waiter had two plates and placed them in front of the diners).

We started with a salad of baby spinach in a balsamic vinaigrette with grapefruit supremes and pine nuts.

Dinner was beef tenderloin over mashed potatoes and with green beans. Dessert was a tiny slice of cheesecake with chocolate cake and jam.

I told you about this because I’ve never been a fan of big parties or weddings, but everything here was done very well. It wasn’t frozen food off a truck, or canned. Brava, ladies who organized it! Must go finish cooking us dinner now. Dee

When Sirens Stop

I’m looking out on a “physical rehab” center that is no more than a continuous care facility/old age home. Just now, a siren was going and stopped en route, then backed up slowly and staff went inside.

Years ago I decided to end the suffering of my cat, after staying until 4:00 in the morning for him. I was called “Nathan’s Mom” all that time, and from the time I decided to be there to help end his life I was only called by my given name. He was 13 and suffered from congestive heart failure combined with pneumonia.

Oh, they’re taking the body out. I think they want to turn this human’s room over quickly, as there is money to be made, as there was with Nathan.

Nathan the cat’s is the first death I ever ordered or participated in. I cannot tell you what it was like to feel the life leave his body and I believe his soul entered mine. Having a life in one’s hands and cradling the body is a feeling one cannot convey in mere words.

The lights and sounds go off the ambulance for human beings, the owner becomes Mr. or Mrs. Smith if it’s an animal.  Here it comes, in a black plastic bag, what was a person 1/2 hour ago.

As a child, growing up Catholic, we were never taught how babies were made or why people die, even that people died. We were kept from it all.

Now the body has been dutifully and respectfully loaded into the ambulance. The person in charge must be doing the paperwork while the others are out having a cigarette. Death as a business. I choose life. Dee

Do You Believe?

Would you like to wear an RFID bracelet that will let you into your Disney hotel room, the park(s) and track your every move?

Hello, privacy police. I don’t need to see a princess, it’s not my birthday and I’d rather be a pirate and like to pay cash and have you leave us alone. You already have our ID and have scanned us for weapons.

Now it’s time to scan for additional marketing opportunities. OK, I’m showing my age as the only time I went to Disney World was when families had to check the A-E rides. The E-rides were Pirates of the Caribbean and the brand new Space Mountain. It was a 90-minute wait for Space Mountain so we passed.

We have now negotiated FastPass at Disney Land and enjoy time there. We can’t tell you my husband’s system but we enjoy both parks and especially the night-time parade and fireworks. OK, we buy passes to both parks and go between them as time limits permit. Over the limit is OK, before, you have to wait on a Fast Pass.

My husband is a software engineer and I’m a privacy pioneer. How could we get bracelets that allow us to enter our hotel room, get into the park, go on a ride, buy a yogurt breakfast, juice or lunch without being tracked every moment?

My privacy bill was named 1984. In 1984. I believe Disney is going too far even though I still love Space Mountain, in California, an easier area to walk from realm to realm.

Cheers, Dee

The Bug

I believe I got a mild version of the flu that is sweeping the nation. It only put me down and out for 24 hours. All I know is that I took to bed at 3:00 Sunday afternoon and was ready for a light supper 28 hours later.

I steamed a bunch of green beans, then gave them a pat of butter and some salt and pepper. Normally, I enjoy a pasta such as pappardelle or tagliatelle with this dish but I’m trying to clean out the frig so we had two small baked russet potatoes, seasoned and served with a dollop of sour cream.

To my embarrassment, when we were first married nearly ten years ago (two weeks hence) I fussed and spent a couple of hours on dinner every night. Until I made chicken piccata, my version of it.

Chicken breasts, boneless and skinless, pounded out to an even thickness. Salt and pepper. Dredge in flour, place in hot pan with hot olive oil. They won’t take more than four minutes per side. Add the juice of a lemon and a few capers. That first dinner was an epiphany for me as the chicken was done in less than eight minutes and dear one, a steak man from birth, said it was the best chicken he’d ever had.

I added that chicken to my culinary pantheon with thanks to my brother for bringing the inspiration for the veal version home. Herbs are optional, a tomato fillip may be desired. But face it, dear reader, I’m cleaning out the frig!

Shhhh, don’t tell my husband I’m cleaning out the frig. I have a 5# bag of small russet potatoes and he loves them so we’re looking towards some stew, rosti, scalloped potatoes until they’re gone. He likes to think everything is brand new and frowns on “leftovers” unless it’s a meat loaf sandwich. An hours-old refrigerated burger can be sliced into a meat loaf sandwich and he won’t even ask the last time we had meat loaf.

Can I tell you what I got us for our tenth anniversary? Of course we’re not doing anything or going anywhere. It’s something I found when looking for dresses for this thing we have to go to this week. Probably not, because he may even read this once in a while. Tell you later, Dee

The Back Yard

Someday when I’m old and grey-er, I’d love to have the entire back yard setup of grill, frig, burners et al. Today we prefer city life.

There is no back yard. So, our nine year-old dog has made her own. It started as a small space behind the dining table, but now has migrated into our bedroom.

There are only two items; a large chew bone that belonged to her many years ago that she does not chew, only transports to hide from us in plain sight; and her “Precious,” my husband’s invention she’s had all her life but we took the squeakey out.

The only other thing we can let her have is solidly frozen extreme Kong’s with peanut butter, but that’s for when we leave the house. She’s a 35 lb. Aussie mix who eats frozen raw food (lamb with blueberries, squash et al) 2X per day.

She’ll eat not only the cover of a tennis ball in two minutes, but all the rubber inside. Stuffed animals, forget it. Even stuffed animals made for the toughest of chewers are scattered, part by part, in minutes. Especially the squeaker.

So we will continue to have Zoe’s “back yard” except when I’m vacuuming. It makes her happy, as does being back on the bed with my husband after I walked and fed her. It’s the weekend. I even put down the blinds for him and will make bacon and eggs when he awakens. Cheers! Dee

Pasta Dinner

Last night I sauteed a bit of bulk sweet Italian sausage, steamed some broccoli and added it in with some cooked pasta and goat cheese. Salt and not much pepper, chili flakes and a little parm and it was a great meal. We had enough to share… ’nuff said. Dee

ps when I perfect this recipe I’ll give it to you. Unfortunately you are not at my home, eating my meals, otherwise you’ll know I cook on the fly with good instructions from French and Italian cooking schools. Once you learn the basics, you can fly.

pps Yes, I graduated!

ppps This is why I do not bake. And my husband is a physicist. Opposites attract.

70’s Theme?

I’m thinking of getting together a cocktail party with a 70’s theme. Of course I’d have to come up with a cocktail. James Beard can help me with that, his book of course. I am honored to have cooked our graduation dinner at the Beard House. He and Julia Child revolutionized the food world. Julia brought French home cooking home, and James brought Americans to regional cuisine that celebrates our heritage, yet it worked together. Amazing!

Instead of a can of cream of mushroom soup, I’m changing it up, culinarily at least. No disco ball, but disco music will be found and played. Actually I liked Jerry Jeff Walker, Pure Prairie League and Marshall Tucker better, still do. London Homesick Blues was/is our un-official alma mater theme.

Perhaps a red/white checked tablecloth and cheap candles melted over a wine bottle as decorations. I’d have to find, buy and scuttle two bottles of “Blue Nun” for that.

I’d do the cheese fondue with real Gruyere. Now that I’ve written this it’s more about what changed in the culinary world in the 70’s that got folks out of the post-war canned goods phenomenon. That deserves some work on my part, which I will impart to you once complete.

In college in the 70’s I was the cook, usually for ten or more every evening. I never had to clear a plate or wash a dish, or go grocery shopping. There was a list, and they were supposed to get a 50# bag of potatoes. They brought home canned potatoes because they were on sale. From then on I went grocery shopping, with my list, and told them what to get!

Ten-plus people on $120/week (six residents at $20 ea), two meals per day was tough. But other students always showed up, for food and camaraderie. And nightly games of Uno.

Any ideas? Chime in anytime.

Zoe

is our dog, who will be nine years old this month and we adopted from a shelter in Travis County TX, already spayed before six weeks of age. I’m a fan of early spay/neuter but five weeks is too early. Eight is OK with me.

Of course she is microchipped. Perhaps in the current Medien vs. Strickland case in Texas about what a dog is worth, they should consider our story.

I’ve spent decades bringing in homeless dogs and cats to see if we can find the owner via microchip or lost sign on a light pole, spaying and neutering feral cats and working at shelters.

We adopted our dog and she was very sick with coccidia and worms. Two months later the things she’d learned to do, like go up and down stairs, were no longer do-able. We had to amputate her hips at six and nine months. Don’t worry, she still loves the vet who did the surgeries!

If she was ever found, she’d be brought in and be euthanized as useless, while she can corner around a tree faster than any Retriever and kill a mouse in a heartbeat.

Zoe is not useless to us. She’s traveled across the country a couple of times, is a great companion and car dog, and we wouldn’t know what to do without her.

Zoe cannot be replaced. My old dog Chani will never be replaced and I have her photos, ashes and memories. I know the shelters don’t want to be held responsible for Oops! killing your dog or cat but didn’t Maddies’ Fund make any difference? The family couldn’t pay the charge immediately so they killed the dog?

Texas is not a state with many animal rights activities. Their feral cat solution is to shoot them, when in fact they may help with the mice and rats in the milk or hay barns.

My in-laws learned to deal with our “high-rise” dog and that she couldn’t be put up in a pen outside. After eight years she even gets petted or a treat from time to time, mostly when husband’s Mom and I are cooking and things get dropped.

Texans may get used to house pets once they realize they have to vacuum less often! Cheers from Dee and Z

Happy New Year

We spent a quiet evening with a very simple dinner of burgers and salad. My family would show slides every year starting with Dad in the military (conscripted as a college graduate) and we were asking for “when we were borned.”

One year in my historic life I went out for New Years’ Eve, to a party with friends for an hour. Sober, I returned to my place and was too close to the errant car that got into our parking lot. I parked on the street to be nice.

The next morning ten cars were crushed together and mine was the worst. The front left wheel was sheared from the axle. My car was totaled. Of course the damage was more than my insurance would pay.

Also, the City would never let me know who caused that accident (definitely a politician or his child) and it’s bugged me all these years. I didn’t go back to seeing slides, but find New Years’ Eve not a good time to go out.

Here’s to staying in and going to sleep before eleven! Dee