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A Decadent Brunch

My husband gets to be home on weekends. Saturday I made him Eggs Benedict. He talked me through the Hollandaise as I haven’t made it since cooking school. I think I used every pot and pan we have.

Making it American, I sauteed American speck (no extra fat was added to the pan) to place on the muffin, just watch it in the pan so it doesn’t burn. It was quite salty. If there is a next time for this decadent dish, it will have true Italian prosciutto.

My husband also got to put down the toast every couple of minutes, of course they were English muffins! After the sauce was done I placed eggs in simmering water with vinegar.

Plating was muffin, speck, egg and Hollandaise. Tasty, rich. We got lazy for the rest of the day and he had me watch a movie I didn’t like so I had him watch the last few moments of a cooking show.

Today I must make burgers for lunch and Beef Carbonnade for dinner. Right now I took the dog out, fed her and lifted her back up to bed. He’s there, I am not. Both she and he need to sleep. Cheers! Dee

Grilling

Yes, now that summer is over, we have a new grill and a new sunflower plant outdoors. Since we did not grill we ended up with spider parents and a thousand babies that my husband killed a couple of weeks ago.

He made a mess of the exterior windows, which I’ll take care of, and I also got us on “spider patrol” because lots of folks have had spider problems this year. The gnat population may have abated, a good thing for me but spider bites are worse.

The new grill. I tried to ruin it first time out with one of my favorite dishes, Lamb Robert from Chef Jacques Pepin. I cleaned the life out of it. Now I have the grates clean and a “dog towel” on top with bungee cords to hold it down to protect from weather. We’re in a wind zone.

Tonight I’d like to make skirt steak with a chimichurri sauce based on one from Tyler Florence. Also, a nice fresh salad chosen by my husband, and latkes. I’ve potatoes, flour, eggs et al, even scallions and may need some sour cream and perhaps applesauce, for me, breakfast with yogurt and a banana.

There are things I must do; list, and follow the list. My husband will be away for two weeks, his uncle died and funeral is over the weekend way away. He only has a day, I’m not going and he’s flying right back to work. Also, my father has cancer and will be undergoing treatment far away forthwith.

Next time my father and I meet should be later this month, husband the same. One thing I always wanted to cook for Dad is pancakes. He made them every week after church when I was a kid, with a small side of bacon or sausage.

Well, my husband now has a recipe that calls for beaten egg whites and I add vanilla and they’re tasty with my amber maple syrup. Plus bacon or sausage, of course. I’d love to treat Dad to these pancakes. How would I know my brilliant husband would actually listen and become a dilettante chef of a few key items?

He doesn’t know how to choose a dinner menu for a party, or shop, except for strange fruit or ice cream. He’s a last-minute guy who looks up a recipe and sees if I’ve the stuff to help him make it. Then he’s gung-ho. I don’t mind being sous-chef a few moments a week.

Yes, put a bit of the whites in to temper the mixture, then use the spatula to fold in the egg whites I just beat to stiff peaks for you. Yes, chef.

He mans the grill. Overcooks everything but now has the instant pen and I just tell him the target degree. He tries. His parents ran a dairy for 30 years and now a ranch. They eat all their meat well-done. I think that does a disservice to cattle. Medium well, not for me. Medium rare, taste what you’re eating if you eat meat, or anything.

Plain yogurt? Make a cold summer soup with cucumbers (English) in the blender or food processor with lemon, salt and pepper. Chill and serve. As an alternive solution, add vanilla to the yogurt, honey and granola and berries. Breakfast. Make it taste like something. Cheers, Happy Labor Day! Dee

It’s “C” Day!

It’s also Dee Day because spring cleaning was done today. It took two ladies 3.5 hours each but was worth every penny. I took time out to groom the dog. She was in our bedroom when they left. Twenty minutes later she was lying in the living room. There was dog fur all over the hallway that was just mopped. Ah, well, it’ll be regular from now on.

So, C can be for Clean. Also, I made my regular lasagne recipe yesterday, my “10 Minute Lasagne” from this blog, probably with better sauce (bottled) and no-boil Canneloni, another C. My husband liked it so much better. I will have to get a pastry bag and some tips because the zip-top bag didn’t work very well and it took the two of us to make it go. He squeezed the bag. I held up the noodles until they were filled and placed them in the sauce.

And the kicker is that my husband rarely comes into the kitchen except to get water, ice or Dr. Pepper. A few years ago it was my idea for a community herb garden. Now people are actually using it, yea! I bring scissors once a week to keep the plants from bolting too soon.

Saturday I trimmed the plants and took a small sampling and buzzed them up with butter, salt and pepper. We made a wonderful steak (second is in the freezer for when he’s home next weekend) and baked potatoes and I had no sour cream, something I can do without but that he loves. I refrigerated one butter, froze the second in ramekins.

When he saw what I was putting on the potatoes, he said, oh, that’s a compound butter!  Excuse me, who is this man and what have you done with my husband???

To his credit he has wanted to learn pancakes (where I even whip egg whites for really light, fluffy ones) and hand-crank egg pasta. Nothing new recently. But when have you had a guy who doesn’t even know how to make a grilled cheese sandwich ask about compound butter? Yes, I think he’s spent nearly 15 years around me. Who else would lobby for a community herb garden?

He tells folks I’ve created a food snob. He used to eat individually wrapped string cheese and leave wrappers from his frig to computer. Now he opines on the age of cheddar. Compoundedly and confusedly yours, Dee

A Lot

First, I hope you enjoyed the holiday weekend. We did, quietly and went to a lovely dinner with former and current neighbors last evening. I got to make my usual trifle for dessert. We were home before the fireworks started, to take care of our old dog Zoe and assure she was not afraid of the noise.

Our friends F and M often make a great deal about dinner and appetizers. Last night F did a lot of work to make a true American feast. We had BBQ baby back ribs, potato salad and grilled corn on the cob. He never lets me work but allowed me to shuck the corn. Now that they’re a few blocks away we only see them a couple of times a year and it’s always a treat.

We’re going off on a trip to celebrate my father’s 85th birthday. Tomorrow we’ll trim Zoe’s nails (with an expert groomer, not me but I’ll be there to assist and keep her calm). Then she’ll try a couple of hours in open daycare with the older dogs and we’ll see how she does. A couple more of these half-days and I think she’ll be ready for an overnight. Yes, we’re leaving her there for a week. There are many phases to planning the trip, Zoe must be taken care of by the best people we can find.

As to vision, Zoe has an appointment for nails (no polish, thank you) and fun, and I’ve one to get a new lens for my new, expensive glasses I use every excuse not to wear. I’ve only had them for a month. They’re top of the line and there is a sweet spot on the right eye where I can actually see.

The problem is that I was born with a congenital defect. Certain vertebrae did not fully form, a fact I found out 30 years later. When I hit the “sweet spot” on the glasses they cause me spine issues. I’m more worried about my spine than I am a pair of glasses. It’s my first pair of gradiated bifocals and is taking time to learn to “follow my nose” as Zoe does, and use them. It is frustrating.

There’s another matter. Should we prop up my computer and television so I can hit that sweet spot on which I recently had surgery for a growth and was just diagnosed with a tiny cataract. I think the proof is in the pudding. Why keep glasses in the case all the time and use cheap readers for computer, cooking or television? I say make these work and have my old ones work as well if the new prescription is a winner. Old ones will be single vision, not bifocal.

I’ve many visions as to life and world and would love to see them through my eyes as well as my brain and heart. Cheers! Dee

 

Replacement & Renewal

There is no way I can replace my husband or renew him with another. He is it. Once I’m gone you should be smart, dear. And perhaps be a good cook. You can be buddies that go to the local brew pub together for a burger. First date.

As to dogs, I’m also with Zoe until the end. She’s healthy at 12.5 years. Hopefully both of us will be with her in her final moments.

Some people replace, I make sure our dog is renewed so we stay in each others’ lives. We may renew, but can never replace our Zoe. She came from a shelter with bad hips we had to work on (excised, FHNO) as a bad case but we saw her through it over the years and stopped helping when she stole a pound of steak off our counter! No, not cured but 80% , top scores for total hip removals when she had to grow her own. Yes, hips. From cartilage. No titanium hips for 25 lb. dogs then.

Zoe has the best personality in the thousands of animals I’ve met. She’s kind of a mascot here and gets along with everyone. I don’t know if I could pick up from another shelter a dog that is anyone like her. Yes,  all of mine, all four over nearly 3o years have been rescues.

It is about renewal, not replacement. Our Zoe is fine. I would never try to replace her and want Jake to know that Max is here now, for you, for us. Thanks for your friendship. I miss you, Jake, you let Max meet Aunt Dee and as it is your family, Max knows me and Zoe and I watered your tree in the park to let you know we care and miss you.

Sometimes I wish that the people who treated me badly over life were punished. I choose the positive of wisdom, family, friends, colleagues, lots of neighbors, and to treat them wisely. A positive attitude is always a plus. I have one, as our “Greek for Life” dog herds me/stands by me 24/7 and takes care of everyone here. Here’s to a “peach.”  Dee

 

Stories

According to our retired architect neighbor (we love him and his wife and he checks in on me every week when my husband is out of town) we are slated for a “petit bourguois” vacation in the fall. We ran into each other and he told me he was going to send an email to apologize. I called him a wise a** and we were even. We agreed, not that there was any offense taken on my part. We do get together to see the ironer on 12 every so often. I can’t see him from here.

We got our passport photos done today and need flight arrangements very soon. Shhhh, my husband and dog are sleeping.

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Now on to plan and menu. I menu-plan on the fly for us, in advance for guests. He eats out all all week and likes comfort food at home, so tonight it’s spaghetti and my homemade meatballs, his favorite.

Lunch is chicken over pappardelle noodles with a walnut pesto or one might call it a chimichurri of my own design. I’ll let you know after I I make it.

Breakfast was supposed to be cheese omelets but he’s slept through that.

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Sunday breakfast. As a kid we and Mom would go to Mass and come back to Dad, who was forced to say by a Priest he’d let us grow up Catholic, a Lutheran would make pancakes with bacon or sausage. Actually after age 8  he started before Mass with a milkshake. To this day, I love Dad for his love, breakfasts and milkshakes. We don’t see each other enough to cook together (he cooks and paints after age 75 and I’ve several of his Tuscan and Maori works framed).

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Brown Hair

If one knows anything about fashion or style, one knows not to try to match the color blue. Contrast it with a scarf or shirt or something that will bring out your best facial features.

I was a little kid, the oldest sibling. We were going on vacation leaving at 4 a.m. the next morning. My younger sister twirled her hair and sucked her thumb, always.

When we were awakened to get dressed there was an issue. A hank of light brown hair with a knot in it was on the kitchen table, along with dull kitchen scissors. We were told we could not go on our vacation until someone confessed. My sister had a spike of hair sticking up from her head and had light brown hair. After an hour I confessed so we could get on our way.

My sister was pardoned for not saying she did it and I was punished for lying. Teutonic justice. Yes, that’s where I’ll be for Dad’s 85th. Don’t worry, we have 24/7 security and the dog will be there to bark at anyone at the door. And now we have two other security agents, H and B, who like their Aunt Dee and will keep us safe.

I will have my barber cut my hair. We’re having a birthday for Bob so why not have a bob? Eight inches were cut off the day after my eye surgery, and I will not leave any in a knot on our kitchen table. And I’m a cook, and would never have dull scissors and would never use them for hair.

I believe my parents didn’t know what to do, and Mom said “punish Dee.” They knew my sister would not budge, waited for me to moderate the situation and as punishment for lying I think I couldn’t go swimming for 24 hours, while I watched my sister relish in doing so.

We all have stories. Tell them to your family and dear friends.  Cheers, Dee

Crayfish

When I was nearly eight we moved to a country property with 25 acres and a stream. I learned to ride horses (sort of, a disaster actually) and be a country gal picking wild berries and having snakes thrown at me from the boys down the road. Yes, it was all in “good” fun.

At the library amidst the dusty tomes was a book I wanted, we’d been looking for plays to act in the basement but could find none with two characters.

The Betty Crocker Boys and Girls Cookbook. Mom left us at the Library weekly while she visited the grocery and I checked this book out. The Librarian called Mom when I owed $.31 in late fees. Scandalous. She made me take it back then bought me a new one three weeks later for my 8th birthday.

We had a royal party with castle cake for my little brother’s birthday party, then the following year a cake and pirate treasure hunt. Aargh! Costumes, cake, decorations, I was a party planner!

What I didn’t realize that 150′ below our home, at the bottom of a cliff my grandfather rigged (he had built bridges) to traverse were little critters we called crayfish and folks from Louisiana call crawfish or crawdads.

How was I ever to know that I could catch and cook them? All they did is bite. How delicious! A bit of seasoning and drawn butter. I’ve still haven’t had one.

Now I see these eight year-old precocious children on Chopped waxing poetic about all the things they’ve learned from parents and others. Ironically, in the early seventies we had an open concept very modern kitchen, I just wasn’t allowed in it.

Where were you John Besh, Emeril? Kids or not born yet, I forgive you. At least we got three tv channels and on one was Julia Child. She saved my life. A strong, talented, determined woman who beat the system and taught Americans French cuisine. An inspiration, to be sure. Same to Simca as she was my muse in cooking school.

Cheers and “bon appetit,” Dee

I Bought Him Flowers

My husband, a small bunch of pink and yellow tulips in vase overlooking the lake. He flew in Saturday afternoon for a steak and baked potato dinner.

Easter Sunday we took it easy, I’d gotten a rack of lamb the day before and marinated it in olive oil, salt and pepper, sprigs of fresh thyme and leaves of rosemary all day. I forgot the garlic, the entire head was in a bowl elsewhere.

Simple roasted rack of lamb, boiled red potatoes with butter and seasonings, and a salad with his favorite vinaigrette, no, not mine from a half dozen acids including several vinegars and fresh lemon and extra virgin olive oil, he wants bottled ranch dressing so he got that one.

It was a good weekend. Perhaps Texas Chili and my Ten-Minute Lasagne (on the site) next weekend. As a young girl or young adult you could always see me reading cookbooks and helping out if I was allowed to do so.

Thanks to all who helped me learn how to cook, from a very young age to caterers to college (I cooked for all my roommates) to work, work, work, then cooking schools. I thank everyone for contributing to my education.

Recently unable to sleep or really read because of an eye issue I’ve been up at night watching/listening to The Mind of a Chef, brainchild of Anthony Bourdain, and Michael Pollan’s concise and interesting distillation of his book Cooked.

It is fascinating to learn more about cultures, flavors, icky things I may never like to eat (not on the show but I never had haggis in Scotland) but Chef Pollan brought something to light. Many folks I know never cook a thing. I cook three meals a day plus feed and take my dog out, another thing people hire out.

Yes, my sink nearly fell below because the glue that held it together was not strong enough. Why? It’s a double sink and I use it many times a day and do hand-wash certain special dishes, large pots and pans and wash my hands. In the years we’ve been here no-one has seen this happen, because no-one cooks.

Dear Michael Pollan,

I like the way you pull people in instead of push them to feed their family healthy, home-cooked foods. For nearly thirty years I’ve shopped the outer aisles of the grocery store. I barely know my produce folks because they change out all the time but I bring my Texas Chili (Pedernales riff, of course no beans) to my butchers. Yes, I’ve a meat grinder on my 28 year Kitchenaid and at my age move it across the kitchen to put on the grinder.

I graduated PKU, Peter Kump’s which is now ICE.

I pick out all my 4# of hand-chosen meat (sale days are great) and take it down and do a Texas grind. The rest of it is up to the onions, garlic and spices. You may want to look up Lady Bird Johnson’s Pedernales River Chili that was served in 1962 for 5,000 guests at the Ranch west of Austin. The guest list included JFK. If you look up the Lyndon Johnson Presidential Museum it’s on the site, or just Google it.

It’s very generic as a recipe because they don’t have what we do today and I’ll never use “chili powder,” so make my own from Penzey’s. This recipe was the most requested White House document in 1962 before JFK was killed.

Sharing this information is important to our future. Cooking made us human. Shopping at a grocery store for microwave or ready-made foods is ok a day or two a week but it probably means you’re at the TV and spouse is online and the kiddos never got to have dinner with their family.

Caring for one’s family is most important. Don’t tell your kids how many hours you had to work this week.  Tell them you’re having what I’ve done for kids, MYOP night. I make pizza dough in advance but if they’re not my kids (we don’t have kids) I always have them make a ball of dough before they get tired to take home and rise in the frig for tomorrow.

Kids roll out their own dough and top their own pizzas with anything from caramelized onions and anchovies, tomato and plain mozz, pepperoni and it runs the gamut from sauteed spinach, roasted garlic………

 

Butchers

As the fog rolls in and because of my eyesight I cannot drive to the grocery store. For years in different towns my butchers ask me what I’m up to with whatever I ask for from the walk-in whether it be a leg of lamb or a crown roast of pork. Most know me by name.

I give them recipes and am probably the only patron who brings food in bought from them back into the grocery store. Texas chili, marinated pork loin, beef carbonnade et al. I believe my husband started this blog for me over Thanksgiving in Texas in 2008. It was a scary gift to write but my first piece, How To Eat a Concord Grape, is everyone’s favorite. I wanted to quit at 10,000 blogs but have changed it to 100,000. Dear readers, I have appreciated and do love your support over the years.

Cooking school teaches one to shop the outer side of the store, produce, fish, meat, dairy. Only go inside for the dog’s chicken broth (yeah, she’s not spoiled), rice, pappardelle or other pasta. If in a winter climate, canned San Marzano tomatoes.

Check out Food Network’s Tyler Florence for his pork loin marinated in hard cider, and cornbread-stuffed Gala apples. I served it to my husband’s family for Christmas ten years ago. Oh, with a root veg puree, do not use a ricer for rutabaga unless you wish to be muscularly injured for days or have a nurse-MIL to finish the job!

The produce people are kind and don’t know me but my butchers (husband deathly allergic to fish) know me well and so do most of the “front of house” personnel. Get to know your grocer. Dee

 

Menu

My husband has been away for nearly two weeks. I have tried to save the pineapple he chose but it must go away as it is perfuming our home.

He’s in for two dinners, two breakfasts. I’ll only have our dog this time and we’ll go out for lunch. We’ll eat whatever he’s not been eating in hotels.

I’m thinking of clearing the decks and making Lady Bird Johnson’s Pedernales Chile with cornbread the first night because I can prep and cook before he arrives, then steak and loaded baked potatoes and the steak he cooks on the grill when he’s awake the second night.

Breakfast would be special bacon and eggs with wheat toast and rhubarb jam (hand made in our state) the first day, and his favorite oatmeal (cooked in 2% milk), fat-free vanilla yogurt and berries before he leaves to catch a plane.

A plane, a plan, a husband and one less bossy dog. Is that a canal, Panama? A man, a plan, a canal, Panama. Thank goodness I have (retired teacher) Aunts to further my knowledge, including spelling and palindromes. My plans are always subject to thought and details. And lifting the Kitchenaid to another counter with a plug and room for 4# of meat go through the meat grinder, coarsest grind, to make my Texas chili. No beans. Zoe and I love having our “pack” together. That’s why people have Thanksgiving. Here’s to Nanny, from Dee and your Zoe