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Trifle

Yikes, I’ve only a day to think it through. Last year for the dinner I made a full-fat version of it with layers of pound cake, whipped cream and tons of berries.

Then I made one with angel food cake, nonfat Greek vanilla yogurt and tons of berries. Which to choose?

We’ve two young girls this year so I was thinking of making individual parfaits for them with graham cracker crumbs, vanilla yogurt and berries. If they were here I’d teach them layering but I’ll just make them before we depart to meet our friends.

For the adults I could mix it up and do angel food cake and whipped cream, or the opposite.

Oh, forget it, it’s New Years’ Day and time to renounce all those dietary restrictions!

Snow was melting today and now it’s quite cold. Our neighbor was without heat for two days so we lent him our portable heater.

For the first time in years we have icicles about 4′ long over our balcony. On the glass, there are also some coming up. Stalagtites and stalgmites.

I wanted to finish the trifle today and keep it outside (there’s no room in the frig for a trifle dish). Now I know it will freeze and the glass will break and everything will be ruined.

Dear husband, the physicist says, why don’t you make it, place the vessel in one of our many insulated bags and place it in your car in our underground garage where the temps are near refrigerator temps and not what grows 4′ icicles.

What a great idea. That is the plan. Happy New Year! Dee

 

Gibbs

Mark Harmon. Gibbs, NCIS. It’s taken a while for me to figure out this dilemma. I’ve been watching a marathon about your rules.

It’s a dollop of Gibbs and a jigger of McGee and that is my husband of 12 years. Add a splash of Abby and that’s him. My love, the physicist, software engineer and someone who would love Abby’s lab, that’s what I’m talking about.

I don’t know all Gibbs’ rules, only mine, and ours. If my husband is in danger I can turn to and would learn to be Ziva to protect him and our old dog Zoe, who has now taken my place on the bed. Gibbs, do you have a rule number for an old dog taking your place on the bed? If so, I hope it deals with love. Dee

Friends and Tech

For a few years we’ve been invited to an intimate event with friends who are still neighbors albeit a few blocks away. We enjoy these New Years dinners with the hosts, family and friends.

Last year at another dinner here everyone had their cell phone out on the coffee table, and they laughed at mine, which was seven years old when I turned it in for something very new and swank. That was two weeks ago and I don’t even know how to access it or put in my password or thumb print. But their phones will not laugh at me anymore. Now the phone’s owners can laugh with me on how inept I am right now.

I already know what they want for dessert, trifle, so will change it up a bit and see what German goodies my Dad sent to me and make it a trifle or a bread pudding. We’ll see where my culinary goodness comes in.

Their dog Jake was a dog worth working for ’til the end. I took him out from time to time and his family, even after his death, has embraced me and my husband. I poured water over his favorite tree in the park and said a prayer. My old dog and I pass that tree every day and I think of our times together.

Now they’ve a new pup I’ve yet to meet. We miss the old ones but always look forward to the new pups. Tradition, and life. That’s it, folks. Dee

ps I always place water on that tree for Wurli as well. He was a sweet old dog. D

 

So Christmas is Over

So said two little boys yesterday morning, after they showed me their din0-bots they were holding while out walking with their parents and grandparents.

We were out walking the dog, who they love. “So Christmas is over.” I was looking at a toy I’d never seen or heard of (getting old is a bummer) and replied “Christmas is all day long. You get to hang out with your folks and grandparents and have a great meal.” I don’t think at their ages they got it, but their family did.

We had a quiet day, nice breakfast, snack for lunch and a dinner my husband wanted that didn’t turn out as well as last time. I was afraid of overseasoning and I underseasoned instead. It was chicken and artichoke hearts in a minimal Alfredo sauce. We’ll do the pesto and fresh homemade pasta tomorrow for lunch. If you celebrated, hope you enjoyed the entire day, not just presents. Dee

ps Perhaps that’s why our parents started getting family gifts, populating our basement with a racetrack, ping pong, air hockey…. so we’d have something to do out in the middle of nowhere while they rested from all night of “some assembly required.” dee

Enjoy!

I couldn’t sleep. Santa arrived yesterday afternoon after delighting neighborhood kids. God bless him. Our neighbor wore a stifling suit and still came by to see us (husband and dog were on a long walk) but needed to go home and get out of that suit.

He brought gifts for the nordic kids. He arrived two weeks ago to give us boughs from his tree (that was our gift) and I went to storage and brought some memories mostly of my husband and me as I’ve tried to get us ornaments each year from wherever we were.

Today I’m making breakfast, we’ll try homemade pasta for lunch with basil/parsley pesto with lemon,and potatoes, then home-made spaetzle with chicken and artichokes in a cream sauce for dinner.

Roasted nuts, butternut squash soup, pasta with chicken, then cheesecake.  That says holiday to me. Have a wonderful day! Dee

Challenges

Yesterday I made spicy almonds and cashews, have changed it from the original Gourmet recipe from 1991 that they would not let me publish. You can still find it at Epicurious by the same title. I’ve added different chiles and smoked paprika.

I roasted a medium butternut squash and about ten heirloom carrots, first seeded and second trimmed, with a bit of olive oil, s&p for about an hour. I let them cool while I toasted garam masala in a dry pan and let that cool.

Food processor is the next step, with the squash de-skinned and both it and the carrots cubed, and add a bit of broth. I used the dog’s boxed chicken broth. She hates that I steal from her but she steals time and food from me every day for the past nearly 12 years so it is more than OK.

Then I’ve a pulp that needs seasoning and thinning to make a good soup. I alternated between chicken broth and heavy cream, added garam masala (curry) and ancho chili powder, a little more salt and pepper and it was good. Next time I think it’ll be spicier but may add apple for sweetness.

For dinner I made my basic mac & cheese. Usually I make enough to bake in an 8X8 Pyrex dish. I used shells this time to hold the sauce, made the bechamel and added local two-year aged cheddar, drained the shells and added them to the sauce. To the sauce I added wonderful sun-dried tomatoes from our Italian grocery and one chopped Kumato tomato for flavor and color and served it in ancient Pyrex colored bowls (the big green for hubby, smaller red for me). It was good.

My bechamel is normally 2 Tbsp flour, 2 Tbsp butter, (or 3/3) put in a pot and stir constantly for a minute or two. I usually add salt, pepper, cayenne and a pinch of nutmeg to this. Have two cups of milk ready. Medium heat, let it come to a boil, do not turn your back on this sauce! It will burn and ruin your meal. Keep whisking every minute or so. When it is thick enough to coat the back of a spoon (run your finger through it) take it off the heat, add your cheese of choice and stir until it melts.

Mix with cooked macaroni or shells or whatever pasta you like and bake it at 350 for 30-45 minutes. I like to top it with fresh bread crumbs and parmesan cheese until it browns and bubbles. Today I served it un-baked because it was late and we wanted dinner.

Rarely does my husband not get meat for dinner but he was OK with it. And we have leftovers of both! That and oatmeal, milk, vanilla yogurt and blackberries for breakfast and we’re eating the frig and pantry! I enjoy cleaning out sometimes. We’re loving our oatmeal these cold mornings.

We’ve been through challenges before and have always worked our way through, together. Tomorrow is his birthday. I love that his parents always kept birthday away from Christmas because they’re often lumped together and you get an extra sweater and feel left out as your siblings actually have birthdays. Yes, I’ve heard that from friends over the years.

We bought new cell phones that will cover both birthdays and the holidays. Now I have to figure out how to use my new phone as it will not set up. Old computer and old phone were compatible. Now my beloved laptop is showing its age. I wonder how old it is in “dog years?” It’s 56 years old. Oh, my.

Don’t worry, I’ll give my husband a birthday card. It’s the least I can do. Cheers, Dee

Full or Half-Way

OK, school was easy for me. I slacked off a bit but I studied, was on the Dean’s List and only missed a class when I was in the infirmary with the flu. My buds did break me out for a concert. Whoops. Lots of strange smoke there, no I didn’t do it.

In my life I’ve worked very hard and done good things for many people. I have found that the people guiding the ship are the same ones who took my lunch money or tore my winter hat in half. Boys who called me names I didn’t even understand. And even now, pseudo-businessmen who hate female customers. Heavens, I pity all their wives.

Girls who didn’t think you were cool enough to go into cheerleading, gymnastics or be part of the “best” league. You all failed. I headed the gymnastic team not because I was a great athlete, but because I was a leader who expected the best and wanted every girl to succeed with the support of the team.

Work requires teams that work well together, and top brass who have the wherewithal to make that happen. I’ve been in too many client situations where my presence is not accepted or acknowledged. It’s board vs. CEO or CEO vs. senior staff.

Change is not an easy thing to do. Perhaps moving every couple of years got me inured to it. As I age I wish to change/move less, but always try to learn something every day. I’m not asking you to tear your children to another school every couple of years. Just let them know that change is possible and can be good.

That way when mommy and daddy divorce and fight over the kids they don’t make a toxic atmosphere. You won’t be told you were only going to college for a Mrs. Degree (I married over 40). As a woman you may even make what your male colleagues earn. And be their boss.

Life is a collaborative effort. I don’t believe it involves kicking someone down the ladder who is underneath you. I believe it means picking them up. Cheers! Dee

Holiday Sides/Competition

A friend recently entered into a contest with her brother to see who could bring the best holiday side dishes to Christmas dinner. She’s a grandma. She has to win and told her brother she has a friend named Dee who is going to help put her over the top.

Of course I can’t tell you the two recipes I gave her. Let’s just say they include veggies. That’s vague enough. I’ll tell you more when she announces the results.

Mine are tried and true in different venues, with my secret changes. I wish her well and happy holidays to her large family. This is my gift to Ms. D. Happy holidays, Dee.

Oatmeal and Santa Claus

We’ve become new fans of five-minute oatmeal. It is cooked in 2% milk, placed in lovely lions’ head soup bowls with a dollop of non-fat vanilla Greek yogurt, a few berries and every so often a drizzle of honey, maple syrup or Lyle’s Golden Syrup.

It is served with Chinese ceramic spoons. Yum, and it does keep us full on weekend mornings until lunch.

Today I plan to roast some butternut squash and heirloom carrots and make a curried soup for lunch. A fresh loaf of bread will round out the meal. Who knows about dinner, I haven’t thought that far. I did save two slices of specialty bacon and have eggs so he’s OK for breakfast. We have dog food. I’ll probably make oatmeal for me.

Anyway, Santa has visited. Kiddos, look away. He tends to visit us early because he can’t get to everyone on Christmas eve and wants to concentrate on you kids. We only have a dog and a handful of treats will do.

Our dear neighbors have given us boughs from their tree. The largest has ornaments from our storage and my husband’s tie bars and clips that are statement pieces for work. Thanks to them this holiday has cost me nothing other than two trips to storage. One needs light ornaments to decorate boughs. Years ago they lost their ornaments and we didn’t have a tree so lent them ours. What goes around, comes around.

My husband and I were born Scorpio and Sagittarius, different years. For both birthdays and Christmas we replaced our ancient cell phones. Mine was seven years old, his about five. His birthday is this week so I may get him a card. Of course I’ll make dinner, that’s a given. I hope he doesn’t ask for spaghetti and meatballs. It’s like hamburgers, he could eat it every day!

If you look at it sometimes Santa comes every day. A promotion, a job, a great parking space, oranges are on sale at the grocery, one is propelled to get a gift for a friend. You adopt a pet from a local shelter and have ten joyful years together. You meet your husband, marry and he drags you all over the country and world. They’re gifts.

My husband I do not usually give gifts for any occasion. A card, sometimes he gets me roses. We do not need to give on certain occasions as we give every day of every year. Hey, we’d rather hang out at home and watch a movie and make really great popcorn! To you and yours this holiday season, Dee

Some Assembly Required

Yes, that’s the stuff my parents made in the basement on Christmas Eve.

Let’s put together that tricycle, the plastic kitchen for me, the light bulb cooker of brownies and disaster pretzels.

Over the years they graduated to a family gift and then we’d get sweaters and socks and little things in our stockings. Each year a ping pong table, air hockey. And an electric racetrack we designed. The white car went fast but often flew off the track. I took the blue one which was heavier and I controlled the curves. Sense vs. sensibility. I won probably 90% of the time. My sister may dispute that.

“Santa is working.” That’s what they said after we left out cookies and milk. Of course, we kids never got to see Santa. ‘Tis our loss. I’m sure he’ll be here next week. Cheers for the holiday season. Dee