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Kubb

It is also called “Viking Chess.” We bought a lovely wooden set for Nanny as she said she wanted a new game to play at Thanksgiving.

We measured and practiced in the front yard. All the kids were in back behind S’s place so we set up there, heirloom tape measure in hand, to downscale the size of the “court” for the younger kids.

We were missing one stake but instead of asking the company for another my husband has another route: string with rings, one for an adult court, one for kiddos.

They loved it and our best players were C and K, and K is a five year-old girl who had her target and went for it and was solid. C can be expected to be an athlete, and came through with winning strokes.

It’s a nordic game that is actually played up north in the USA. We brought it south of the Mason-Dixon line. Basically you chunk wooden “javelins” against small wooden posts and the winner gets the castle.

I never played, only tossed two javelins, but was active for both teams on the sidelines while my husband and brother (his, now mine) refereed. Oh, yes, this game needed some teaching and refereeing! We all had fun until three games in, the sun started to go down and the temperatures with it.

I did get to meet Uncle S’ new dog, a Great Pyrennees who protects the goats. Also I petted Dolly, a gorgeous Percheron, the biggest horse I’ve ever met. I’ve been spooked by horses for many years since I was thrown by a pony as a kid. Dolly let me pet her and followed me out into the pasture. So did a little wild kitty named Wayne.

Thank you Nanny and grands and great-grands for alleviating my fear of horses. Thank you Wayne for being you and taking care of mice in the barn. Thank you, M and J for housing us and Nanny and A for feeding us and letting me know I have family and now Kubb in the South, land of Sweet Tea and every kind of dessert possible.

I was held up on a train (freight derailment) so only got to make three dishes instead of the five or six I had planned to do. Brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin with parmesan and toasted pine nuts, mincemeat tarts, and southwest-inspired toasted almonds and cashews with ancho chili powder, chipotle, other chiles and cumin. The latter goes to the kitchen table after dinner where the ladies sit and chat.

It is always good to see the ladies and chat after supper. We now have a family photo and then the blessing, then go to dinner. Yes, I’m now with the moms and grandmas and there are growing up kids that don’t need 24/7 parental attention as they’re all with each other playing something on the grounds.

My standouts last week? C playing piano with me (he’s never had a lesson) and violin, he has studied for four years. He has an ear for music and a talent I’ve not seen often. He gave me a big hug when I left and yelled out “I love you!” I thought that was so sweet. I tried to talk to him about fingering on the piano but he would have nothing of it. Then again I asked if the gold mark was third position on the violin. I always had a star sticker on first position. One must nurture talent.

Find out about Kubb, also termed Viking Chess. It’s a fun game for family gatherings or work or whatever. Enjoy! Dee

Years

I was always impressed by our dear friends J and J who were married 62 years. He married us and her name is on our wedding certificate. Last year we went to his alma mater for his burial, Annapolis, for a special ceremony.

Today I was in a doctor’s office for the second time and the same couple came in as I’d seen two weeks ago on my first visit. We engaged in conversation even though the wife kept telling me she couldn’t hear.

During our wait the gentleman said they’d been married 73 years, that she’ll be 94 in two weeks and that he’s “older.” Amazing! We’re heading for 11 years of bliss next month but I can’t imagine 73.

They knew instinctively what the other wanted. He helped her doff her coat, then she his. Later as she got too warm without a word he helped with her sweater. It was so sweet.

After my visit I found myself out in the hallway with the doc. I asked if he had seen this lovely old couple and he said yes they’ve been married and we both chimed in “73 years!” I believe we were both astonished, amazed and have a sense of peace and knowledge that true love is in our midst and can last. At least I do, can’t tell you about doc.

I love my husband dearly but right now he’s home with a cold and driving me nuts. Luckily I gave him his usual breakfast (eggs, bacon, toast) and chicken noodle soup and egg rolls for lunch, made spaghetti with homemade meat sauce for dinner. He’s sleeping soundly and the dog is  on the bed. I may actually have an hour before he calls out for tea!

Let’s hear it for successful marriages.My folks split on their 35th anniversary. My brother said “it’s about time.” At least we were grown. I waited and married 20 years late because I didn’t want to make the same mistakes others did. That means we have a dog, no kids.

We can be sent anywhere because the dog has what amounts to nine years of quarantine and annual rabies shots, yes a three year shot every year because the US doesn’t do one-year shots anymore and the UK (the most restrictive body in the world) will not recognize a three-year US immunization. How’s that for fraternization?

Doc asked me how much more cooking I had to do for family and guests, worried about my hands. I said I need to find a Capon here to feed us two for Christmas, other than that it’s just three square meals a day. I even have gloves, hot pink ones up to the elbow for doing dishes! Cheers, Dee

Indies

Yes, I do know some great people in Indianapolis, including Dad and ICB. This is not what this post is about.

It is about one old friend who taught me to love independent films. Not only did we see Das Boot together, we had coffee or tea and German Chocolate cake before entering the theater.

We spoke last night and it was as if we never left our apartment except both of us have better sofas than her brother’s Sears brown plaid with popcorn underneath.

I was always the smart kid in school and tried to play it down, to the consternation of my teachers. I started learning in high school but in college and thereafter I needed to think. Work and roommate came through. Aside from two profs, one with I’m still in touch, college didn’t teach me how to think.

I was rich making $14K per year so went to Italy and Greece for three weeks of vacation with my sister. It was a life-changing event and I thank both countries for your kindness as I thought I was worldly and with my first sip of a warm Campari apertif  I choked and ordered a diet soda.

It is interesting that we grew up near each other and still cling to the northern states. We could have our own indy film, L and D, our lives; no, I don’t think so. Too boring on my end. Cheers, Dee

Surprise!

I got a package addressed to me, the other day, and my husband insisted on opening it.

Months ago we bought out the store 20 miles away of his favorite Bass loafer. There was a sale and we got three pair.

The style is being retired and as there are few shoes in his size we bought out the store with three pair.

I got online with the manufacturer the next day and asked for two pair as they were going out of stock anyway. He gave me the sale price and said they’d be shipped. It took months so I did not know what this package contained.

Hello, honey, surprise! He was eager to get into this package addressed to me from NC only to find that his birthday and Christmas gifts were in there.

Yes, two more pair of Bass shoes. He can’t wear them to work but these loafers will have him dog walking for the next ten years! I think that was my Christmas present! I do love Zoe but getting dressed for winter four times a day for walks is not fun. Cheers, Dee

Goods and Betters

A former client and mentor of mine used to do this exercise. We all went crazy planning for an event and after it was over he called us in with an easel and large paper and we did “goods and betters.”

What did we do well? Where can we improve? K, M, A, F and many others helped parents help their children in poorly funded schools and neighborhoods.

I only did what I could at the time and was not paid for 18 months and still did at least 60 hours a week because the cause was a good one. Now the mentor is dead and the non-profit shut down. Of course I’ll never get my pay but with what I did with and for their work, it’s pay enough. To Maisha, Dee

Derailed

May I first proffer condolences to the families who lost loved ones on MetroNorth yesterday. And best wishes for a speedy recovery for those injured in that derailment. I took MetroNorth for years and have gone around that curve hundreds of times and always felt safe doing so.

We were supposed to have a train adventure, 22 hours overnight instead of flying. It was an adventure as we spent two days instead of one, on said train due to a freight derailment ahead.

We arrived ten hours late which hurt us in many ways as we had to stop for dinner, then drive to my in-law’s home, were very tired from constant delays and stops and being transferred to buses and off buses. We were treated well by attendants but the engineer et al kept us literally in the dark for hours at a time with no information.

It was not good for me medically, and I missed my entire pre-Thanksgiving cook-fest with M so settled for three dishes rather than six. I would have had four if I remembered the marinated olives.

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving as always. I’ve spent it with my husband’s family for 12 years now and we tried a new game this year. Yes, the guys sat in front of football all day but we had fun. Of course the women prepped, cooked, served and cleaned up, twice.

Yesterday as we vegged out in separate rooms I went out with the dog several times and out for groceries. The deli guy asked about Thanksgiving and I returned the question. I said “I’ll bet you guys all watched football while the ladies did all the work!”

He said no, that his brother is the chef in a French restaurant in Chicago and his dad has been in the restaurant business for many years. The guys did all the cooking! I did ask him for the address and time of dinner next year so I can take the train to Chicago and be there.

I’d rather we change roles for a year and the guys do everything and we can watch cooking channel or Ratatouille or go out and play Kubb with the kids. Cheers, D

 

Giving Thanks

Journey equals giving one’s husband a trip of a lifetime, a trip home. It’s been a year and we’ll get to see up to 60 family members at Nanny’s and cook for at least ten at home.

First year I visited, before we wed, I got the Spanish Inquisition from his mother for five days, his Nanny for 45 minutes. Also his Dad who saw me in the car and told his eldest son “When are you going to ask her? It’s OK with me.”

It’s been 12 years now and I’m just a wife. Yes, we prep, cook, clean, put dishes away and do it all over again with paper plates. I’m making at least five dishes this year, even though I’m transient. When folks get used to stuff you’ve got to bring it! I’m changing up my cashew and almond mix making it more Texan , and my boursin will be tastier. More later.

Every year I give thanks for both my families, as they are who make me, me. Much love to my husband and dog, we will leave her but she will have the best care possible, at home. Happy Thanksgiving! Dee

Kurt

What did you say dear

When you need a treat. Love, Mom

I am always here.

 

I love my old friend Kurt, we met years ago and he gave us steaks and potatoes for grilling/baking for our wedding gift. He is a sweetheart and so is our dog,  Our girl Zoe is always in our hearts, and even my MIL is missing her this year as she will not be around to capture our few crumbs we leave behind in our cooking sessions. Happy Thanksgiving. Dee

With love to all this Thanksgiving I remain yours, faithfully, Dee

Outside/Inside The Box

Yes I went both ways. My husband’s birthday is just before Christmas. Gotta love his family as they always made it an occasion. We don’t “do” holidays, birthdays or even anniversaries.

This time I really thought inside and outside the box. A few months ago we bought out the Bass Store’s shoe, a loafer that my husband loves and is his dog walking shoe de jour.

We have one pair that are being used. Two new boxes in the closet, shopping Chez Dee. They closed out the brand. I called HQ and they’re sending two more pair so we’ll have these loafers for years!

Cheers to my loving husband, thanks for everything dear. I’ll help you with more shoes in boxes that are rare and no longer made, let’s hope they let us help with the overstock.

Zoe and I wish you a happy birthday! xoxo D & Z

Yes, It’s a Draft

Dee’s Bucket List

Be the best wife, dog mom, family member and friend I can be

See the world with my husband, through both our eyes

Learn how to make the best cassoulet that would make Simca Beck proud (and Julia, and especially Dad for whom this is the best meal I’ve ever made)

Build a small cabin in the woods on a small lake or live with a view of mountains

Learn with a good teacher how to play folk guitar

Be well for a few years before going downhill, learn more about food, photography, history, and perhaps remember algebra and learn new things

Forgive

LIVE!

Dee – perhaps off for the next few days as we’re traveling and I’ll be cooking while J will be splitting wood or mending fences. Literally, not figuratively. Zoe’s got a home-sitter so don’t try to break in!