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Absolutely Not!

We live in a very nice building with a great view and wonderful staff. I heard they were having a company-wide party this evening.

I am one of the only residents who cooks, so I make them food year-round. Today I asked if I made a trifle, would they like it for the holiday party tonight?

Absolutely not! These were the best words I could have heard today, second to my husband telling me he loves me. Why not? This is staying right here for the eight of us, not 100 ravenous party-goers who will eat it up in two minutes!

I strayed from past years and made my own version with panettone, raspberries, blackberries and I made my own whipped cream with a touch of vanilla and cognac. I hope they like it. I sweetened the deal with a pretty bowl full of Satsuma tangerines. I should have soaked the panettone in some tangerine juice. Next time.

Sometimes they like everyone’s Aunt Dee! A new neighbor I’ve cared for and am still healing from taking care of him is puppy H. We saw him in the hall last night. He jumped up on me and I fended off his needle-teeth bites until I looked down at my hands and both were covered in blood. It was a tiny snaggletooth, teeny bandage overnight and it’s good as new today. Badge of honor. Do I get the Silver Star for that? Nah, he’ll be a great dog with training and out of pain from teething.

Anyway, the next time someone says “absolutely not” wait for the next sentence. They may just say your food is so good they won’t share it! Happy holidays. Dee

Mom’s Christmas

She used to make turkey, then switched to her father’s British roots and did prime rib with roasted potatoes and Yorkshire pudding.

Then I thought up and made all the sides each year, my siblings were out at the latest movie matinee. We probably had a pinot noir at dinner and got to spend some time talking.

Of course the desserts were fantastic, none were made by me. Mom and sisters had me on that one, I was only a cook.

Tomorrow I’m making a panettone trifle with vanilla cream, raspberries and blackberries. It is a gift.

My husband and I do not exchange gifts for birthdays and holidays. His birthday is next week and we did get new cell phones, after many years. I think this was our Christmas and birthday gift and all we’re missing is family. Happy holidays! Dee

 

A Gift

There’s a lady here ready for a birthday, turns out she is six weeks younger than me.

I’m making a parfait for her in special bowls with crushed graham crackers, vanilla non-fat Greek yogurt, blackberries and strawberries. She deserves it.

Cheers to my little sister! Dee

ps I do love Christmas and Rosemary Clooney songs, D

Turkey

I know, none of you want to eat turkey after Thanksgiving but my husband and I ate a portion of a chicken that day. Now I had a rolled turkey breast roast. I took 1/3 of it and made Emeril’s sweet and sour recipe minus the “essence” and the sherry – I just use more pineapple juice. Check out foodnetwork.com

Finding an opening in the rest of the roll, without opening it up and using twine to re-tie it I cut down my home-grown basil and couldn’t find my pine nuts in the freezer so used a few unsalted, roasted almonds, garlic and olive oil, s&p and made a pesto to stuff inside the roast. We’ve enough for tomorrow’s dinner. It was tasty and will be more so the next day.

One thing I’ve never made is prime rib and Yorkshire pudding for Christmas. I can also do a wonderful trifle. I always made the side dishes for Mom so never dealt with turkey or prime rib. Plus, I can’t put the oven over 350 degrees lest the smoke alarm goes off!

We all have our holiday challenges. Cheers, Dee

ps I awakened this morning with a very sore fingertip and thought I might have a sliver, but don’t know how. My husband checked it out. It’s a blood blister from that puppy that came up days later. I’m typing now with said finger so I’m fine except for a little mark that will go away. I do love puppies, and Christmas. Dee

 

Awakening, Life

I was awakened by the sound of footsteps. As my husband was sound asleep I checked things out. Nothing. Not even the dog moved, however I was awake for the night.

In order to help them sleep we all went to bed looking at the moon, when I arose I put down the shades for them, then went around putting them down not for me, but for the art, so nothing gets direct sun early morning.

There’s a rehabilitation center down the street and there were lights. Then a first car, then a fire truck and two ambulances. It is not a drug rehab center, occasionally a young person goes through physical therapy after a major car accident. Mostly I would say it’s where families dump the elderly, a nursing/old folks facility. Normally I see the nurses outside smoking when I walk Zoe.

All the ambulances and municipal people show up then leave one by one until the body is loaded in the last one and taken away. I’ve seen it so many times and it is heartbreaking. I say a quick prayer for the deceased because I don’t know that anyone else does. I tried to design a volunteer program for them for pet therapy but while they evinced interest, despite efforts on my behalf they never got back to me.

Thanksgiving is about life, love and food. We were on our own this year but did get to talk to family. Leftovers. My husband hates them. Now I transform them. Saturday I made stock. Now I’ve a lot of stuff to put in it but yesterday he wanted sandwiches. Brioche rolls, chicken breast, cranberry compote, lettuce, cheese, a bit of mayonnaise. Two sandwiches down the hatch.

The soup will be finished today, Sunday. Last night I went another route and made St. Louis-style ribs with a rub (cooked covered in the oven for two hours a la Alton Brown) then browning on the grill for ten minutes with BBQ sauce, Rufus Teague, I didn’t make my own this time.

Mashed potatoes and a green salad with chopped almonds, dried cranberries and a Satsuma tangerine vinaigrette. It was delicious.

My husband will not go for soup all day but I’m going to make a soup with potato, carrot, brussels sprout, onion and chicken. I made the broth yesterday but will save some to enrich a roasted, curried butternut squash soup as well. I’ve an extra chicken breast so may poach it so he can have a sandwich with his soup.

It’s time to transform some leftovers! Cheers and hope you’re enjoying the weekend. Dee

Carbs?

My husband has been working from home a bit, driving me nuts. He now wants to help me in the kitchen. I made spaetzle the other day for a stew. Permit me to say that my husband is not allowed in my kitchen for other than ice, water, or Dr. Pepper. He can’t even make a grilled cheese sandwich.

He gets into something like lemonade, yogurt, strange fruits and ice cream but this pasta/pancake thing needs to end.

We’ve made pancakes twice this week, today he didn’t help out at all as he didn’t say he was working on a mathematical spreadsheet for portions of the batter. He chose 3/4 recipe today before he did the calculations. His were pancake souflees. He asked me to use Italian OO flour instead of all-purpose as a test. It’s all-purpose from here on in. And I’d rather do eggs and bacon and toast and jam because it doesn’t use every pot and pan in the house and I can make it, while he is in the shower, in under ten minutes. With juice and herbal tea.

We made fettucine twice this week. He wanted to test the hand-crank pasta maker I’ve never used. Tonight it was to go with a random restaurant dish he had last year with pasta, chicken and artichoke hearts in a cream sauce with a salad with who knows what, 2,000 miles away. Talk about pulling something out of my hat. He did love it and has more for tomorrow. I will make rice. No, not from scratch!

Now he wants steak for Thanksgiving. Tomorrow we have another skirt steak with chimichurri for lunch, and today’s chicken with rice for dinner.

I’ll plan Thanksgiving in the morning and decide whether I’ll cave in to steak. I do want Brussels sprouts. Cranberry…. chutney? Perhaps. Cheers and Happy Thanksgiving, Dee

 

Choices

I love my husband. I have many books with recipes in them, good books, some of the best, he has a book called Numerical Recipes. We’re both technicians of a sort, a very different sort who happen to get along together.

Last night I made a classic Beef Carbonnade (beef, onions, bacon and beer) stew that I let simmer for a few hours. I decided to make spaetzle, something my father would like. I used a recipe from Tyler Florence http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/spaetzle-recipe.html and just added a bit more milk. Probably atmospheric conditions and that I used Italian 00 flour.

I try to multi-task both in kitchen work and appliances. There are few items out on the counter, and minimal storage space so I choose gadgets wisely. The first tools I used in cooking school were a chef’s and a paring knife. I still use them but have changed to an 8″ Santoku and 8″ ceramic blade. Yes, I’ve at least 12 knives up on the magnetic strip, easy to access even for a left-hander.

When my husband is out at a specialty hardware store and sees something he thinks I need, he buys it. He knows 5% of what I know about cooking but likes the science and mechanics of it. PLEASE don’t let him find Harold McGee on the bottom shelf as he’ll read it and drive me bonkers! He remembers everything, even what is the difference between baking soda and baking powder. He doesn’t understand, as a physicist, why bakers need both. Double indemnity? I don’t bake. I cook.

So, back to the spaetzle. Simple recipe, and he chose the best tool with which to drop the drops into boiling water. NO, don’t go buy a spaetzle maker, dearest. We can use your old college colander. You got me a potato ricer. At the specialty hardware store over the years you also bought me a food mill.

Food mill, he said. I poured the mixture I made into the food mill with the largest disc while he stirred, poised over the boiling pot of salted water and watched the nubbins come to the top. We took them out with a Chinese mesh “spider.” Then they went into butter with a bit of salt and pepper and were perfect with our tender, tasty Carbonnade.

Teamwork. After we were done I said congratulations, dear, you just made pasta. I did? He’s very proud. There’s a lot more Carbonnade so he may decide to make his own spaetzle tonight.

My fear is that he does not do mis en place, asks for every step, uses every pot and pan in the kitchen and thinks dinner ends with dinner. No clean-up. That’s why he’s only allowed in to get ice, water or Dr. Pepper. Cheerily, Dee

 

The Birthday Menu

For breakfast it’s simple. Bacon and eggs for my husband. Toast and jam, either apricot or fig.

Lunch is up to him.

Dinner is grilled pork tenderloins marinated in grainy mustard and dark beer from breakfast to dinner. Greens plus a corn and chorizo custard. I changed that. Sauteed yellow and green squash, and scalloped potatoes. I knew he’d like that better.

Chocolate Therapy ice cream is my birthday present. Dee

ps He bought me roses.

pps Then I got to clean hand-wash dishes and load the dishwasher fully. It was broken. Still is, after nearly two days. Ten at night, dog is out, I’m still cleaning up but about to sleep. It’s my birthday. I’m not going to clean every dish in the dishwasher because it’s broken. It will be fixed or replaced. I will see to it. Dee

Epicurious and Epicuriouser

They won’t let me write a great review of a recipe! I changed my password and everything and they won’t let me be a part of the club I loved when it was Gourmet magazine et al.

Mom started getting Gourmet in the ’70’s and I read it. She went from Campbells cream of mushroom soup to souffles. Unfortunately after a gorgeous cheese souffle with salad my father asked “when’s dinner?” Oops.

For a couple of years I’ve made this corn and chorizo custard. I make my own version, no sugar, change in corn meal et al. It was STOLEN!

I gave some to the maintenance guys a couple of years ago. J called it “corn quiche.” When he left for a promotion and new locale I made him one as a going-away gift. The new guy T was staying in his place and ate the last piece thinking J was gone. Wrong. T was in deep doo doo.

T has treated us well and loves the corn custard so I’m making one for tomorrow, my birthday. I’ll give him a slice. He deserves it. Cheers! Dee

Books

I’ve a seven year-old cell phone that the new ones sneer at. I also love books and the errant lands where I may be when everything is digitized.

I love paper, my books. Sitting on my bed with books a long time ago, on my bed because that was the only room I could afford to heat to 55 degrees in the winter while I planned dinner parties for friends and out-of-town guests. The other rooms were at 45 degrees and bathroom at nothing because it was not zoned, until guests arrived.

My parents bought me an arctic weight comforter one year and it allowed me to peruse several cookbooks at a time atop the duvet cover. I’d invite guests, shop and prep and cook in a tiny place with the frig door facing the wrong way, a bete noire of mine. All the planning was made from my cookbooks and notes taken from bed at a warm 55 degrees underneath my comforter.

Today I’ve the benefit of cooking school. I still love my books and can’t get new ones on my iPhone because it’s just too old. It allows me to talk to my husband and others so it’s OK.  There’s a new comforter and cover, at least 15 years old. Most of my instincts tell me what to cook as to what is in the market and some ideas I look to online because I was away from my cookbooks for several years as all of our stuff was in storage. I get lots of ideas and actually bring food into the grocery store to reward my providers and get comments.

Books of all sorts brought me alive as a young child and continue to do so. My husband will tell you I love paper, and I do. For a recent marriage I sent cookbooks and spices because I taught the bride rudimentary cooking when she was a kid.

I buy out-of-print cookbooks for kids, newlyweds all the time. What happens when the pipeline closes? No one will know the classics of all time. Paper. Handling something that has meaning. I’ll keep my cookbook collection and my husband will keep his technical book collection for reference, and inspiration. I have recipes, he has numerical recipes.

Like the movies, kids have no idea of Casablanca, Gone With The Wind, even The Wizard of Oz. Everyone buys prepared foods or orders out. I know because I cook. My kitchen sink nearly gave out last week because I actually use it.

Books, paper, I have many cookbooks here that I cherish, and don’t want paper to go away. Preserve books and history, Dee