Category Archives: Education

Pizza Night

But easy.  I usually make my own dough but just got back from my guitar lesson so am letting some whole grain dough from Whole Foods (punched it down, formed it and will let it warm up for an hour so I can roll it out) sit a bit, with flour, on the counter, covered by a large bowl.

Jim gets mozzarella and pepperoni, perhaps mushrooms if I’ve got time to saute them.  I get spinach with garlic, topped with feta.

Thanks Foodies for stopping by.  Please let me know what kinds of things you’d like to see in the future.  In the meantime I put a lot of work in my cookbook selections and pantry items so you may want to check them out – it doesn’t cost anything!  Cheers, Dee

Peasant Food

In today’s Slate Regina Schrambling states “Peasant food has cachet only if you are not forced to live on it.”  That comes in a wonderful treatise on lard that will get me looking for it and perhaps even trying pastry even though I’ve “hot hands.”  Hot hands ruin pastry.  http://www.slate.com/id/2219314/

Vitello Tonnato is a dish I never understood, veal with tuna sauce.  I made it in cooking school and it was famous because both veal and tuna were expensive so it was dubbed a “rich man’s dish.”  I knew a girl freshman year in college who ordered surf & turf on a first date so the guy would know she was important and worth keeping.  Then she expected two dozen roses in a funereal display the next day.  Just in a vase wasn’t enough.  We haven’t spoken in many years but I heard she never married and became somewhat of a nun.

As far as I’m concerned, peasant ingredients are welcome at any time (as long as no serious butchering is required).  Let’s just say that beans and rice have a place on my table, as do polenta or risotto al salciccia, white pizza.  I’ve dined on cheese quesadillas or peanut butter sandwiches.  But cooking for two can be simpler and less expensive than cooking for one.

If guests show up unexpectedly, I can toss two cans of white beans in a colander and drain them, dress them with salt, pepper, red wine vinegar, good olive oil and that’s a side dish.  Add a little pepperoni and mozzarella cheese, then add a green salad, some tomatoes, and that’s lunch.  Granted, I cheated with the prepared beans.  But if one knew guests were coming, these things could be planned and thus less expensive.

Peasant food doesn’t mean last-minute food.  A lot of dishes are braised take other longer methods and it takes work to make something that sounds simple from a menu.  One makes and slaves over a sauce, makes pasta from scratch, perhaps even makes the mozzarella and ricotta cheeses.  We have the luxury of buying a lot of this at a specialty grocery store.

Perhaps you can allow me to peruse the idea of the perfect guy’s first date with the gal.  Oh, that’ll be fun.  Authentic peasant food but he has to do something special, like take her out to see the full moon or go bowling or something.  Just a thought.

While I kissed a couple of frogs along the way, my husband is the perfect definition of a peasant dish, in all good ways.  It helps that he grew up on a farm with those principles.  Now forget about him, as I’m about to talk about food and it’ll be weird.

I always thought of peasant food as  few ingredients, best possible, a little salt and pepper and aromatics and you feel like you’re at your mother’s or grandmother’s table.  That’s thanksgiving (smaller case on purpose, giving thanks to those you love) to me.  Cheers! Dee

The Neighbors

Yesterday morning, before a huge thunderstorm, I ran into a nature guide and 20 willing students while walking Zoe.  I’d been looking at the nature preserve through binoculars and knew a solitary Greater Sandhill Crane was feeding on the site.  I mentioned the bird’s location to the guide and participants and let it slip that “Han” was out there.

Han Solo

Han Solo

Sandhills pair up at age two and mate for life.  This bird is alone, and picked on by the little blackbirds, who peck at him.  We nicknamed him Han Solo.

The barn swallows are another story, nesting in our dryer vent and their bathroom habits are far from neat.  They’ve taken over the latest Olympic venue.  You won’t see Michael Phelps here, but this is what the barn swallows are protecting now, and heaven forbid a human walk anywhere near, even though it’s adjacent to the driveway:

Olympic Lap Pool, Park City

Olympic Lap Pool, Park City

So these are some of the avian neighbors.  The geese seem to have mostly found their way back home to Canada.  Cheers! Dee

Morning Has Broken

like the first morning…. I can place this in a gym, before title IX, as we were hanging out and listening to the former Cat Stevens, now Yusuf Islam, nee Steven Demetre Georgiou. South of the Mason-Dixon line they didn’t care if women had gym classes, only that they knew how to aim a BB gun. Every Southern Lady knows how to shoot, they said, so I moved back north to finish my high school education. I failed rifelery at age 12.

I knew I loved this music as it spoke to my heart. Like Dave Mason, Bob Dylan and others, given my musical upbringing I had to listen. Now Yusuf has a new CD out and I’d like to hear it. I wish him well in his life and life’s journey. It may not be mine but I respect him. No matter what faith, he seems to write what he believes.

Yours in folk music, Dee

Jerks

We all know them. We normally work with them. Sometimes have to cook with them, but they’re jerks. They are the people who boss people around not knowing what they’re doing, no clue whatsoever.

Then you have the losers who just hang around a kitchen and do nothing.

The entertainers come in from the dining room and give people a lift – hey, that’s a way to “pay” for dinner in a private home.

Aye, the workers. The bees that make the kitchen hum. I’m good in the kitchen and can work a dining room as well. I don’t think my dear mother would have rested until I did both. Cheers, Dee

Torchons

That’s what French cooking schools call dish towels. In cooking school we got two and had to use them for everything. You don’t wipe your hands on a torchon then take a flaming pan off the stove or hot dish out of the oven. If they’re wet they won’t protect your hands.

We always used to say that Mom had “asbestos” hands in that she could handle hot things. I’m better at that than I used to be but you won’t see me using a tea towel to get a pan out of a 500 degree oven. First, I’m not into self-mutilation, and second by moving to 7.500 feet above sea level my skin is already a mess and my fingers hurt even before I took up the guitar last week.

Back to towels. As to bathroom towels, I’ve an assortment of linen goodies from my Aunt that are in storage. For dishes I prefer linen or pure cotton, no bath towel cotton. This place came with one tea towel, terrycloth bath towel sort, that I use to dry hand-washed dishes as a mat. The rest are pure cotton or linen and some are waffle-weaved. One says Black Dog on it, another touts Texas. One has a Scottie with Scotland on it from friends who went there at least ten years ago. Another Jim’s mother found after thirty years in storage. It sports a lively print of melons and unfortunately disintegrates after each wash and it’s only had two. I should have placed that one in a frame before ever using it.

Jim uses tea towels as bibs and napkins, and it’s especially good to have one at the front of his shirt on a workday morning when he’s eating two eggs over medium and may spill on his shirt and have to go change.

I mark my time in life through some of the special tea and bath towels we have. Some mean I have to take out the iron, and others, that I need to use them because they remind me of special people and events in their lives that they chose to share with us.

Look at your dishes, pots and pans and thank the relative who added the gravy ladle, the potato masher, the special rolling pin. The china, college Corelle, and the memories of the cookies you baked together or that special Thanksgiving meal.

For me, it’s photos and kitchen stuff and I don’t have either here living in someone else’s home in a unique and lovely environment. It’s still someone else’s home. I brought one wedding photo 5X5 that is on the side table in the living room. Other than a jar with utensils that is our only presence here.

We brought along nearly all of the torchons, and they are safely ensconced in an open kitchen cabinet with the dishes, We must have at least 60, total. I buy more when the hole-ly ones go to dusting duty but like knowing the vintage of what we have on hand. Cheers, Dee

The Corporate Apartment

Stars. That’s something most people don’t see from a corporate apartment. We didn’t until tonight, when it finally stopped snowing. It’s April. Snow.

My needs are different in a corporate place, because I actually cook. For the past three years we’ve made use of corporate places through Jim’s work and every one is different.

Since we’ve been looking in Utah for a six-month contract (if we stay longer we’ll send our stuff out from storage in TX and get our own place) we’ve seen a lot of interesting concepts.

One could be funky downtown, and luckily the owner and I are going to try to convert it to corporate given my expertise living in the UK and Utah in vastly different circumstances.

When in Utah three years ago for a major bank, we had to manufacture our own corporate housing, then the bank wouldn’t pay the rent. I had no laptop and no cell phone so had a phone card because everything outside 1/4 mile is long distance. I had to go to the office to use the computer and pay our bills because our mail was never forwarded from home. That was tough, going to the office when a major bank won’t pay the rent on time.

Our next gigs were in Scotland and London. We loved living downtown in both places and I found food to cook or takeout. I got used to the appliances after Jim, the physicist, told me I could be killed with the voltage there. One turns on the circuit for an electric kettle for tea then turns it off when tea is done, about 75 seconds. The washer/dryer is another animal altogether and shook the entire building but Christine was great as is SACO worldwide. We stayed a week at another of their places in Southwark, London.

Here we are in Utah. As we moved and drove cross-country in two cars with the dog (left 99% of our worldly belongings in storage) we decided to stay funky downtown or vacation paradise. We chose the latter.

Most corporate by-the-book places have rental furniture or really cheap, uncomfortable sofas and beds. Most still offer only a VCR! There’s a dishwasher but as you only have four plates, spoons, knives, forks and completely useless knife set (laser, no need to sharpen), I’ve had to make certain modifications.

Note to corporate apartments: NO glass cutting boards. They ruin food and knives. In Orem,when we were up at Park City at the outlet stores I splurged on a spatula and something else I needed, I forget what, for under $5. In Scotland we spent a fortune on winter weather gear (may need to do it again in Utah, at least footwear) and I bought a decent 6″ all-purpose knife and a cutting board, plus tea towels because Jim uses them as napkins/serviettes.

Now we’re in Park City and in a wonderful place. There are many dishes (very large and tough to fit safely in the dishwasher so I run a load a day for two of us). Silverware is sufficient. I have to watch that the sensitive gas burners don’t burn the food. It take a lot of time to boil a kettle for tea (thank goodness they have a kettle!) but that’s a factor of altitude. I’ve heard that at 8,000 feet above sea level water boils at 140 degrees. Don’t know yet if that’s true but actually in my knife case – yes I brought all my knives, including the Scotland one – I have an instant-read thermometer. That’s something to check out.

Maybe it’s because it’s a ski community but we have a condo with an upscale mall and movie theatre 1/4 mile away and a nature preserve 10 feet away and the geese are starting to come in, honking, at 6:31 a.m. There is attention to detail here. The colors go with the scenery, reds, greens and browns. Fireplace, views of a 2002 Olympic site, The Canyons, Park City and Deer Valley plus birds galore.

Upon entry through a knotted Alder door, about 10′ high, there is a stone entryway. Full bath/shower, coat/utility closet, and gorgeous kitchen with knotted alder cabinets and high end appliances and dishes so large they barely fit in the dishwasher.

I’ve already had to buy Jim a solid pan to make two over-medium eggs each morning because the one that is here is very lighweight and scarred by knives. I only use my own utensils, silicone spatulas that do not react to low heat and do not scratch pans.

We have two bedrooms plus daybed, and three full baths. Stackable full-size washer/dryer. We had intended to take out and store the daybed and use that space for an office but instead we’ve taken over the dining table with my MacBook, 24″ monitor and wireless keyboard plus moving and other info. Had the modem installed the other day and another day is about to start. I see Deer Valley now from my “desk” (much better than a dark corridor as I can see the wildlife).

I’d like to combine the ski resort condo with European concepts and make a turnkey solution for business and leisure travelers, short-and long-term.

Not a small goal, but it’s something I know and it may have something to do with kitchens. Thanks Devin for pointing me this way.

Cheers, good morning, the birds are coming in and skies are blue. Thanks for reading and participating. Cheers, Dee

Hattie’s Chicken Shack

http://www.foodnetwork.com/throwdown-with-bobby-flay/index.html

Yes, there was a throwdown. I’ve never seen it, though and don’t know when it’ll air next. We brought Jim’s parents to visit NY State relatives, those in Canada, saw Niagara Falls and Corning. Saratoga Springs, Vermont and Albany. It was an exhausting trip, I know because I drove it so they could see the view and the leaves changing in Vermont hills.

A while ago I did a shout-out to Hattie’s in Saratoga Springs. We walked there one night and it was a Tuesday and they were closed, but there was a sign in the window that they’d be on TV on the Food Network on Bobby Flay’s Throwdown. Two years later I’ve yet to see the episode but I know Hattie’s won, no matter Bobby’s results. It won because it’s in my heart.

Hattie’s had the first and best fried chicken I’ve ever had. Ernie was at the door in a tuxedo (this was the seventies) and we’d have a couple of glasses of iced tea, some cole slaw and potato salad and be in heaven. Sorry, Ernie, I didn’t know about greens back then.

So today the new chef/owners Beth and Jasper got back to me and they’re still there. As is erstwhile Ernie, tuxedo man with ruffled shirt who’s cooked the collards for over thirty years. No, the collards are not thirty years old, it’s just that Jasper’s doing the Southern thing and letting his collards cook down.

He always treated us well when we were stupid college kids and then grads. I believe the restaurant is now represented at the Saratoga race track, but go to their regular downtown haunt off-season too and live it up. Go to my favorite bar and play electric bowling a few times then go to the hotel Saratoga and put your behind down on a rocking chair on the porch. That’s what I did when I was twenty. It might not fly now.

But Jasper is cooking up chicken, Ernie’s doing the collards and Beth is holding it all together as women do. God bless ’em. Keep cooking everyone, even though we’re on sandwiches. More on that later. It’s early morning and I’ve a full day ahead. Cheers, Dee.

Ted May Be Back

Ted Allen is a haiku guy. He’s on multiple shows on TV but I first saw him as the cooking guy on Queer Eye. Early in this blog we had a haiku competition and challenged Ted to judge it. Of course he was too busy but before he was The Man, he had time to converse with me via email.

I’m smart enough not to do another blog contest even though Michelle loved her trip to Hawaii and Pam her family rafting trip down the Colorado with their winnings. Oh when I lie I do it well.

They did receive kudos and check out the Haiku section of the blog and write one. Five syllables, seven, then five. Concise. We’ll amass them and send them to Ted.

Ted, stop being The Man for a moment and remember regular folks like one who has a boutique cooking blog with over 14,000 hits. Talk to Carson, it’s quality you want, not quantity.

Cheers, Dee

Amazing Grace

I just heard the Joan Baez live version of this, check out iTunes, and she engages the audience miraculously. Whether or not we’re church-goers Joan shows an amazing voice that touches the heart.

There’s another Grace, adopted on Saturday by our friends in Austin TX. We used to take care of their dog Gus, who was an incredible dog.

Grace

Grace

Her mom was Angel, and she is an English Labrador Retriever. I believe she has a wonderful life ahead of her with our friends. Gus was trained to visit veterans at the VA. When arthritis kicked in, he learned to swim and did so for therapy. He was a fantastic dog that we had the luck to meet and care for on occasion.

Gracie comes in to a loving and stable home. Yes, she will be spoiled, but with love and not food.

Puppies especially, and pets in general, need a great deal of love and care. Many people are not ready for that responsibility, bear witness to the countless relinquishments and needless killing of perfect pets. Or more likely, imperfect pets for imperfect people, as long as the imperfections go the right way. After all, that’s how one chooses a spouse. No person, dog or cat in this world is perfect. If our imperfections work together, it’s a match.

So, if a dog doesn’t work out for you, get a Betta fish. Small bowl, feed once a day. Easy. If you’re single and want to attract a mate, a dog is the perfect magnet. If it’s yours it’s yours for life and not just to get the girl. Otherwise borrow someone’s Lab or Golden and take a run on the beach. And clean up after him!

I’ve gone a roundabout way to welcome Grace to a larger family than you know, nationwide. Sometime perhaps our Zoe can visit the tree of my former dog Chani, a tree all the neighbors bought for the City in her memory. We’re all scattered, most of the original set of dogs are gone now but we remain friends through a common bond and struggle.

Cheers and have a great evening. Dee