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New Cooks

I don’t care if you’re 11 and want to become a chef, or if you’re about to be a new bride who can’t boil water for tea.

Sit at a dinner table with your parents. Listen to their day, politics and how to ease the tension as it goes to dinner and kids. The family dinner was a given in my immediate family. Now, yesterday, my 12 year-old dog stole food from my plate while I was eating. That’s a big NO!

When my family went on vacation somewhere we usually met other family who brought food for “room picnics.” Dad hated this but I thought it an unusual endeavor that I’d be able to do as a grown-up.

Then we started talking about food at every meal. That really irked Dad. What are we going to eat next?

I went to two cooking schools, one in NYC and one in Italy. Dad always made us pancakes after Mass. He now cooks Italian food. My brother and I taught him how to learn to cook. It is probably the best gift I’ve given both.

It is a pleasure to put Dad on record for learning to paint and cook after age 80. I love him dearly. Dee

Found Causes

Yes, most people specialize in lost causes. I do those then find others. I’m getting old and arthritic so won’t be doing a lot of physical work like planting trees or taking care of dogs at shelters. Or helping spay/neuter feral cats. I have to write on their behalf. What may be lost, is now found.

The pen is mightier than the sword, as it was said in a play about Cardinal Richelieu of France. He was a nasty guy but his quote may be prescient.

I find medium-sized issues, smaller ones then sometimes a big one. If it resonates with my heart, ethics, persona, sense of decency I’ll do it. My husband hates when I get a bee in my bonnet, so to speak.

Perhaps he has to walk two blocks for a burrito. He works long hours and does much for the world that no-one will ever see. The least I can do is use my love for him and our world, and my talent to do the same in a different way. He would say Hello World. I do as well. Dee

Zippers

Right now it’s -2 degrees outside and with wind chill, -21.

I’ve had a great Marmot down jacket for years and the zipper started breaking down. I fixed it for tomorrow’s morning dog walk but I’ll need long underwear, ski pants, boots, jacket, vest, cossack hat and heavy gloves for the morning. Plus Zoe will need her coat because of the cold mixed with high winds.

We’ll work things out and I’ll make sure to wear something with tread, like hiking or snow boots so Zoe cannot pull me over. Even with a full fur coat and extra non-fur coat I don’t think she’ll want to be outside tomorrow, she would rather sleep. That’s my gal.

Beauty sleep 20 hours per day and she’s a gorgeous older gal. Think Cyd Charice. Shirley MacLaine is beautiful. Audrey Hepburn. Zoe only has to eat twice and go for a walk a few times per day. Not cook three meals and clean and pay the bills. Zoe has not a wrinkle and everyone says she looks like a pup albeit well-behaved as any great aunt would be.

That is a tribute to her temperament, DNA (as a mutt, who knows where that came from), diet, exercise and folks that care for her. She pulled me over two years ago, early morning, clearly not her fault. I tried to keep her from all four legs going out on serious icy sidewalks (county) and succeeded but fell myself and no-one was there to help. I had that bruise for eight months.

All I can say is that there may be a few weeks for the ice fishers once the ice comes in, and we like to reward one lucky bunch, chosen at random each year, to give coffee and pastries and a six-pack of local beer for later. Cheers! Dee

 

 

Brothers

They grew up together. Close but not too close. My husband was a human tornado and his younger brother was a neat guy. Go figure, I got the messy one.

Parents had to take 1″ off the bottom of the mirror in the boys’ bathroom from the human tornado.

After we met over 14 years ago (married 13 years this month), we’ve a dog, who will be 12 a week later, and no kids. We help our nephew in school.

I only had one brother. He was unfortunate enough to grow up with two elder sisters, me eldest, and one younger. He didn’t have the luxury of a brother.

These brothers got closer after they married and had shared interests. Before then younger would go out canoeing and deer hunting and older would spend time in the lab he created behind the milk barn.

We help each other out when we can. Husband and I help with private school for a very smart and talented young man. The gift has been reciprocated many times over as young brother actually calls me to see how I’m doing and shows us his son’s work.

They also watch each other’s six and take care of the women and kids and pets. Who could ask for anything more! Ira Gershwin would like that. Dee

Dinner

This is what I thank my parents for, a family tradition. Dinner at the table every evening. A square meal with a home-made dessert.

Everyone told about their day and what we learned. Dinner began about ten minutes after Dad walked in the door and got changed. In high school I got in trouble because gymnastics practice sometimes took three hours after school and I was late. I had to stay. I was the captain, after all.

We always had to ask to be excused from the table to do homework. Dad always had funny excuses when we were little, like “No, you can’t put your teddy bear in the oven!”

It was not scripted, but it was. A family eating one meal a day with each other, sharing stories. Perhaps that is why I share stories with you. When my husband is in town we share breakfast and dinner every day. Not necessarily at a table. At some point we avoid work and budget discussions and talk about other things.

Last night I made a roast chicken, nearly 4 pounds, with salt, pepper, thyme. Around it were wedges of Yukon Gold potatoes with garlic and herbs, nearly the last of my in-home garden. Also sauteed arugula. It was good and half the chicken is left for today. Perhaps it will become an arugula, chicken and apple or Satsuma tangerine salad. We’ll see. I’m always open to suggestions. Oh, perhaps the last of the sun-dried tomatoes from the Italian shop down the way.

Yesterday I took the meat off some chicken breasts, cut it up and mixed it with mayo and some apple (Kiku) and placed it on toasted wheat bread for my dear.

Family is important. I try to get all my work done so I can spend weekends with my husband. We now enjoy oatmeal for breakfast with low-fat vanilla yogurt and berries. Dinner is whatever my heart desires. No, not surf and turf. It’s skirt steak, pork or chicken. Texas chili, the true stuff, 1962 Pedernales chili (no beans) from LBJ’s ranch, party of 500. My version.

Many families I know get food when they walk in the door, alone. No family dinner. I believe that is a mistake of grand proportions. Yes, I got in trouble for being late for good reason, but we all sat together and it made us better people for doing so. Cheers! Dee

To Catch a Thief

Yes, one of my favorite movies with Cary Grant and Grace Kelly. This thief was no “cat” and certainly no Cary Grant.

A woman has been plaguing us for months, I’ve heard it was a part of a gang initiation. She jiggled door handles, stole wallets, cash, cell phones and jewelry. No John Robie.

One neighbor caught her on a floor where there are not cameras on the elevator lobby, counting “her” cash and smoking a cigarette.

Are people careless here? Yes. They assume that because there’s security 24/7 that they can take out the dog, or the trash, or recycling and go back upstairs and all will be well.

My husband was on the road a lot last year and I always double-check the front and back doors, stove, oven and good to go to sleep. Lately I’ve been hiding my wallet and new cell phone at night.

The security service that does sometimes 2nd and always 3rd (graveyard) shift caught the thief at another building where they have a presence. We had her photo and fingerprints and she was in police custody in moments.

Thank you, Security, for me feeling safer living here. I no longer have to hide my passport, wallet, cell phone and jewelry from a thief. Let’s hope the people she robbed here will testify against her and she’ll go away for a while and from here forever.

 

 

Sisyphus

Yes, he’s the guy who rolled the stone uphill only to have it fall and do it again and again. Greek mythology.

That’s me. I’m a woman in a man’s world. I added my new (yes, first) husband to a bank account I’d had for years. We were both signators but they would only talk to him.

Everything I do, every place I go, I make sure we are co-owners of an account. No-one will talk to me. I’m pushing that rock up the hill again and again and am getting tired and old.

My dear husband of 12 years goes away for work for months at a time. I need to be able to pay our bills. If we need to change civil rights laws I’ve done so before in the legislature and can do it again. Please enforce civil rights laws on businesses that discriminate against women. Especially the banks and insurance companies I paid to bail out.

I believe some of this started with restrictions after 9/11. Please, President Obama and Senators and Congress Members lift this ban on spouses. NSA, please read this. Thank you. Dee

 

Pizza and Appetizers

I made a new pizza last night. For a go-to appetizer I buy a container of pitted Kalamata olives from the olive bar, bring it home and drain the brine. Then I place them in a container (olive container or mason jar) and add garlic and herbs then cover with extra virgin olive oil and sit it out on the kitchen counter for at least a couple of days or in the frig for a few months. Make sure the olives are completely submerged in olive oil. Save the oil!

Caramelize a sweet onion or I used 1/2 of a large red onion, for the topping.

When you want to make one pizza (serves 2-3) use my regular dough recipe. Dry ingredients in food processor with steel blade include 1.5 c flour (I use Italian OO but AP is fine) and 1/2 t salt. Another thought to all-purpose is 1c AP and 1/2 c whole wheat. It’s better for you and will make it easier to roll out.

Wet ingredients include 1/2 c tepid water, 1/2 Tbsp yeast, pinch of sugar, pinch of reserved bench flour for later, and about 1t of the olive oil from the marinated olives. Mix until it makes a ball. I do 20x around, let sit five minutes, then 25x and roll it with your hands and place it in a bowl covered with a damp clean kitchen towel. It should neither be dry nor sticky. Add water by drops or flour depending upon the weather.

I place my dough in the microwave to keep it in a warm, draft-free place away from the dog and off my counter!

After 90 minutes in said bowl I knead it again with bench flour, roll it into a ball and cover it with the bowl (only one to clean) for 20 minutes, then roll out. Yesterday I used another tsp of the olive oil with a paintbrush (you don’t have to go to Williams Sonoma for these, local hardware store works for me). Just don’t let your significant other use it for woodworking or cars). I use a large cookie sheet for a thin crust. Regular cookie sheet works.

Now the fun begins. Take about a cup of olives out of your container and place them into a clean food processor bowl with a big handful of arugula and some roasted pine nuts, walnuts or hazelnuts (I used hazelnuts because they were in the freezer). I also added a few sun-dried tomatoes. Pulse and add s&p and as much olive oil as needed to make a paste. Not oily or watery. Add Parm to your taste and it’s done.

Roll out your dough and place it in a pan. Use another teaspoon olive oil to brush the top of the dough. Spread on the paste. Top with shredded mozzarella and caramelized onions. Cook at high temp. My oven can only be set to a max of 375 else a smoke detector will go off. I’m used to cooking at 450-500 degrees. Halfway through, I added four slices of proscuitto. Out of the oven I added a handful of watercress/arugula and dinner was done. My husband loved it! I may have gotten him off my signature Friday night pepperoni/mushroom pizza for a while.

With pizza one must be inventive with cheeses and toppings. We had a pizza party here one night with parents and their kids, age two and six. The older boy wanted cheese only. His little sister looked at the 19 toppings I had out on the counter, tasted some and made a creative pizza with amazingly sophisticated tastes and bravada. They rolled out their own dough I’d made earlier and made one themselves to take home. If you wish, check out caramelized onions, bbq chicken, spinach, roasted garlic, feta cheese, roasted butternut squash….. The sky’s the limit! Have your friends over. It’s a lot of prep work so count on friends to help in advance, and taste. Here’s to, cheers to… pizza! Dee

A Happy New Year

I never go out New Years’ Eve since my car was totaled, parked safely on the street, 30 years ago. That was an original VW Bug and they sheared the left front tire from the axle. Luckily I knew the best Bug guy in town and he fixed me up and just said “don’t turn too far left or it’ll hit the fuel line and you’ll blow up.” Oh, thanks, that’s good to know.

This year, we did go to a lovely dinner early New Years’ Day and brought dessert and got to talk to old friends, hang out with young kids and a new dog. We got to bed before ten and were exhausted!

Well, I’m a bit late but Happy New Year!

I do not make resolutions like lose ten pounds by March. I consider the new year a tabula rasa, a blank slate, on which I wish to do this year. I know what I/we have to do, just not yet what I wish to accomplish for our long-term future.

This means something to me. If I can use expertise in my areas to make things click in my husband’s areas of work and our partnership is good, the sky’s the limit.

Yes, I believe in him and wish him to enjoy and excel at work and be great with our family as well. We come from different realms in college education but are similar when it comes to change and ways to effect change. Santa brings him here every year! Happy 2016, Dee

 

 

 

 

 

Culinary Inspirations

While I wait for the cream to get cold and mixer bowl and whisk for a trifle layer to deliver to an early dinner this evening I think of things. No room in the freezer but it’s 20 degrees outside so that’s where they are. Don’t worry, the cream is in an insulated bag.

Happy New Year! We’re all a year older and hopefully wiser.

I saw two episodes of “At The Table With…” that resonated with me. The first was Daniel Bouloud. He was a young chef when I was in cooking school and demonstrated his fish wrapped in thin layers of potato and pan-fried. He was remarkable. That was 28 years ago.

The next was Norman van Aken, a chef from Florida who started cooking early and rose through the ranks. He was a reader of literature, one chef said he had to read cookbooks, and cookbooks are literature to me, check my list. Start with James Beard, and he did. I cooked for our final exam at the James Beard House with family upstairs in his bedroom. Chef van Aken’s first cookbook was James Beard’s Theory and Practice of Good Cooking.

I have that in my library, lent it out and never got it back. I bought another. This out of print book is my gift to every young couple as a wedding present.

Knowledge is power. That’s why I tell my husband the difference between baking soda and baking powder. Today as I prepare trifle for a dinner this evening as a host gift I told him about cream/cold, egg whites/no fat, clean bowl and room temperature.

He’s a physicist so understands science. I will also leave him Harold McGee’s On Food and Cooking and my culinary library. In the past few weeks he’s learned pancakes, spaetzle and homemade fettucini. He loves science and machines. Even the hand-cranked pasta machine.

After James Beard House, since I had family in town they gave me all the leftovers, which I happily re-heated, revamped and served at a large family and neighborhood get-together brunch.

Dad always said we spent too much time talking about food. He had good food prepared by women. It is a staple of life. That it is tasty and healthy for all concerned is my job at home. Cooking school just helped me get there. Dad cooks now, and not just pancakes on Sunday. Cheers and Happy New Year! Dee