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Compliments

We have people here who make our lives easier and more safe. I don’t believe they make much money for this duty, so when I’ve more than we can eat I often make a plate at night or cook something for the whole crew by day.

Last night the plate was grilled ribeye with a compound butter inspired by the herb garden I inspired! With scallion, basil, thyme, parsley and a bit of lime juice. I chopped and mixed the herbs, lime and butter and rolled it into a log in wax paper. Just twist the ends. Take off as much as you need at a time. After I used two medallions I just twisted it back up and placed it in the freezer.

I served it with simple scalloped potatoes, two russets peeled and sliced with heavy cream, salt and pepper (butter only if I make them with 2% milk). Also, a jicama and heirloom carrot grated slaw with lime juice and a bit of roasted poblano chile that was toasted on an open gas flame in the kitchen.

My husband leaves at noon today but will be home mid-week and work from here. It’s a blessing to have him home, but not 24/7. And I love cooking for him.

For the gent who received last night’s plate, he asked my husband “do you always eat like this?” He said yes. “You’re a lucky man.” For some reason, the simple, tasty food I make is miraculous to some.

I could never compete on a cooking show but love Top Chef and Top Chef Masters, and even Chopped when master chefs and judges are at bat.

In college I once made brownies from scratch for my roommates and several asked how I could do that because theirs were always from a box. Then I was awarded the title of “chef” because no-one could cook. I figured I’d never have to set the table, wash a dish or shop. Wrong on the last one. I sent them to find a 50# bag of potatoes and they said cans were on sale for $.20 apiece.

NOOOOOOO! I’d never had a canned potato in my life. I had five roomies and often there were several more for dinner so I cooked for an army, usually 12. Mostly healthy, inexpensive meals from scratch so after their first foray to the store Aunt Dee made a list and pushed the cart while they “fetched” what our $120/wk. grocery budget would buy. If a few dollars left, we could get ice cream.

One dish I remember from my mother. I must have changed it and haven’t made it in years. It’s just pasta with ground beef and onions, canned tomatoes and my roomies loved it and couldn’t believe it was not out of a box.

We had cheap pots and pans from the college apartment but I made do. And I only masterminded the meals, shopped the outside aisles except for rice and tomato sauce, and never set the table or washed a dish.

The only difference years later is that I want the freshest ingredients possible, do not usually have a master list, shop alone, have a pantry full of great herbs, spices, oils, vinegars, soy sauces, and many other ingredients I never would have gotten my hands on (especially Italian OO flour for my pizza dough) back then.

We have a “tech center” next to the kitchen. It looks at a blank wall. We have a wonderful view. I placed my desk by the view and we used the blank space for a huge open pantry. It’s organized by sweet, savory and other stuff and even has a power strip for a spice grinder and a molcajete for grinding stuff.

Once I asked how much to tip the staff here over the holidays and was told, “Don’t you feed them all the time? That’s more than enough!” These folks watch over me when my husband is away, if I have to take the dog out in the middle of the night. Nobody cooks, don’t worry, Aunt Dee is here. Cheers! Dee

Wishing

I know more people like the grandmother who “adopted” me 14 years ago. I never really knew mine as they died before I was a year old.

She’s been undergoing some difficulties and it’s hard to be so far away and unable to visit right now. We love her and hope she’ll be up and on her feet swiftly.

Nanny came from a different age. All of her children, grands and great-grands have a sense of purpose, honor, and honesty.

Today I was scammed my a company trying to buy my husband (from dog Zoe) a gift for Fathers’ Day. My bank refused the first payment as fraud. The second, I called in and told them I’d sue if they charged me for two more of the same items.

I think I have to call the bank back as the only way they can stem these charges is to cancel the card.

Nasty people are around that just want whatever they can get without earning it. Guns, drugs, that’s not how we were brought up. While my husband and I grew up in vastly different places we never locked our front door or car. Think of others, tell the truth, apologize when you’re wrong. Work hard. Take care of your family. That is what it is about, and grandmothers who take you in. Cheers, Dee

South Africa

is following me now. Not in my wildest dreams would I have thought of this. Mere words. I’ve never even been to Africa, only the temple on the southernmost point of Greece, near Morocco. Sounion. I understand why man/gods placed it there.

Now there’s a story. Another, and another. Traveling with my sister was always an adventure and we haven’t done it for years. Her daughter is now married and just graduated from college. It ages all of us a bit. Her younger daughter was headed to Greece yesterday after graduating high school. Let us hope my little sister has taught her Greek mythology, about Plato and the Iliad and The Odyssey and so much more about history.

My husband’s grandmother is in surgery now and my father is recuperating from surgery. We’re out on two fronts now and it’s exhausting for me but many times more for them. We know this will happen as our parents and grandparents age, as we do.

Nelson Mandela, (r.i.p.) THANK YOU! You opened doors no-one could unlock.Imagine a young person in South Africa reading the blog of an old white woman who lives in the USA in the middle of no-where. You didn’t invent the internet (no Al Gore joke) but made connecting over the seas possible through your efforts at understanding and collaboration. Thank you, Dee

Happy and Safe

There is a dichotomy in our household recently, as my husband is working from home much of the time. I’ve moved into the office so we set one up for him in our bedroom with en suite bath so he only comes out to say hello, get a Dr. Pepper.

Our dog Zoe is very concerned right now as she wants to have access everywhere and doesn’t know where to go when he shuts the door, and she cannot herd us all the time. Oh, she’s an Aussie mix.

I must say that of all the thousands of dogs and cats I’ve dealt with over the past 20 years as a volunteer, Zoe is the happiest creature I’ve ever met. We’ve had her since she was six weeks old, she’s now 11.5, happy and healthy.

She’ll do anything for an adult, child, other dog, even cats. My first dog Chani was abused by a Deputy Sheriff, kicked, and pelted with rocks from neighborhood kids over the fence. I knew her for a year at the shelter then adopted her and had her, kids and moms loved her, for ten years.

Zoe was so sick when we got her at six weeks, coccidia and hookworms and I had that taken care of immediately. She also needed her hips removed as a pup, worst hip dysplasia her vet ever saw. I didn’t have to teach her anything but going outside. She’s been a natural with people and cats and other dogs and unlike other shelter pets I’ve worked with, she is trusting and kind and has always felt safe since we had the opportunity to adopt her.

She is getting older but she remains happy and safe, and we will take care of her ’til the end. I’m getting older too but may have another pup in me, to care for. Our Zoe has a few years in her, we hope. To saving graces, canine, Dee

Get Passport

For five years I had a computer program with a calendar that also had a priority “To Do” list. For five years my brother tortured me that this was my first priority and had been on my calendar for so long. Finally I went out and got one and went to Europe for the first time.

We were on the phone the other day and he said “Get Passport” was on his list. Get out of here! Stop messing with me, that was years ago! He said, no. He means it. I traveled pre-9/11 mostly except for Scotland, Britain and Italy.

My brother has no more room for stamps in his passport so needs a new one. Wouldn’t I like that to be my problem. I am stuck in the great lakes with a husband who now travels a lot and I get to take care of the dog.  Yee haw!

Our passports are up in two years. Heavens, I’d like a better photo than the last one. Cheers! Dee

Drops

This morning I awoke to water in my ear. I cleaned it out carefully and applied a drop of a mixture of hydrogen peroxide and vinegar, my husband’s concoction. A drop.

Think of one’s life. If you want change it happens drop by drop. One cannot change the world in a millisecond, well, at least not without an atomic bomb, which is why no government has done that to another in decades.

Change happens with seeds of information and persuasion that slowly grow and hopefully flower. Sometimes they die, those are lost dreams, at least for now. Sometimes people “soldier on” and take their hits to get what they want from life, work and especially the government. I’ve taken my hits in all those arenas.

In the end I hope that the number of drops are not rationed because I plan to use many more for positive change. Oh, the drop I placed in my ear via glass vial and glass squeezie thing is all better now. That is how drops work. They help heal things. Dee

The Food Snob

Yes, I created him. He is my husband who only ate individually wrapped string cheese from the frig and would ditch the wrappers on the carpet to his geek computer he created in the Man Cave.

He has opined after years together about the virtues of four-year vs. five-year cheddar.

When I mentioned the other day that I didn’t remember the last fresh mozzarella I used on our Friday night pizza, he said, “why not make your own? You’ve always wanted to do so.”

Not today! Go back to the store, get 2 gallons of unpasteurized milk and after I make mozz I have to make ricotta from the whey? No whey, Jose. I already have to make dough, sauce, mushrooms, peppers. It takes long enough right now to make the dough as well, I’ll make mozzarella and ricotta when I’m ready and not under the gun to make dinner for you.

Managing expectations. We all do it, with spouses, kids, bosses. You can have a cookie as soon as you finish your broccoli.Think about it, Dee

A New Superhero

Like The Blue Raja or The Shoveler, we have a new Superhero.

She is The Sleeper. She can awaken in an instant to bark at any sound but is capable of sleeping 2o hours per day. Yes, she is a dog, our dog.

An 11 year-old Aussie mix, she had a troubled youth, born into squalor and losing both her hips before she was a year old, she was determined to sleep her way to victory. Luckily we found this talented girl when she was five weeks old at a shelter, adopted her and knew she would be a Superhero.

While asleep she chases criminals like squirrels, mean cats and bunnies. Her twitching and REM sleep lets us know she’s on the job.

I’ve never seen her Superhero outfit as I don’t want to ask about her extracurricular activities. I just know that when we’re asleep, she is fighting crime. I know she’s got an eye on a local turkey who somehow gets pardoned every Thanksgiving. That deserves further investigation.

As for the two mice in another state, the gun just went off. Willy-nilly. Snow was on the ground, they came out of their hideout and she was a rookie back then. Statute of limitations is over. Internal Affairs cleared her for duty.

There is an ongoing investigation, suspended for now because she’s miles away. He’s called Ermine the Vermin. He lived under a hot tub and poached his prey in a neighbor’s hot tub. How’s that for a opportunistic serial killer, a stoat. He rubbed it in her face by running back and forth outside a sliding door.

His fur may be on Queen Elizabeth II’s ceremonial robes, however, but she will have to go to the Palace to complete the investigation.

Sad to say, but our Superhero would like to retire at age 80 and spend time with her family. She’s fine and healthy but if a new Superhero would like to come to the fore, she would be happy to train/vet that new dog or cat. Yes, she likes cats.

Hope you’re having a great weekend! Dee

Rub-a-Dub Dub

Dee’s stuck in the tub. Yes. Perhaps four times in three years I have used the jetted tub. I had a bad health day. You don’t want to hear about that.

I got the water up over the jets and turned the jets on. Five minutes later, they would not go off. I had a day-mare of Maintenance showing up with me naked in the tub. Luckily my husband the physicist was home and he turned it off at the breaker. I was terrified and shook for an hour before starting dinner. Here’s the haiku.

The jets were soothing

My skin was smoothing

In all it was a good day

Call maintenance now

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We have jobs. Today my husband enters his last weekday of freedom. We’ll have the weekend together then things will change. We will each be able to do our jobs. He will be able to be out of my kitchen, out of the way at least a few days a week and I’ll have to take the dog out 5X per day alone. Tradeoffs. He gets to make money. I get to vacuum, and run the dishwasher and washing machine and pay the bills as he will not be omnipresent on the phone and need silence.

I always liked preparing things like having all the laundry done and meals planned out and set up for weekends, when he was coming home every night. Now he will not be here during the week. It has been routine and now I find myself awakening with my arms stretched out to his pillow.

Oh, don’t worry about dog Zoe. She’s an opportunist and just thinks, yeah, that’s MY space! Zoe, you are too furry to be my husband, and I know the difference. She has two beds at home, three if you include ours, and an orthopedic bed in my car for trips. No, she’s not spoiled, but when she takes over his pillows……. Dee

ps A dear friend lost her mother recently and we promised a museum visit in her honor. Perhaps this weekend is the best time to do so.

Routine

I’m certain you know that herding dogs crave routine. I took Zoe in the back seat to bring my husband to work one hot morning down south years ago and she wanted to do it every day.

As soon as he said goodbye and got out to cross the street, next to the bus enclosure, Zoe would hop into the passenger seat and sit down as if she was a person. Everyone at the bus stop laughed. Every day. “My goodness! She looks human!”

Sometimes I crave routine because it’s easy, often I want something challenging. I often do that through writing and my food. We have had off-routine for some time now as my husband has been doing challenging things for himself. My world was turned upside down but he doesn’t know that.

If you read an earlier post my trackball mouse that helps me with my arthritis broke the other day. Only the scroller broke and I use that a lot so he installed another just for scrolling. Yesterday we received the new one which is similar. He installed it last night and I’m dealing with the variabilities. I’ve saved the old one as it may be fixed and sold on eBay for $600 (we bought it for $35) because they’re not made anymore. The trackball is smaller and I’m overshooting or undershooting this morning so please bear with me if I err.

Routine. Going between two computer mice drove me nuts but what was even worse is that after two days I started to get used to it!! It’s scary what the human mind can do. Thank goodness I’m getting that routine back.

This morning was horrible. I will not cook until my kitchen is clean. I only had a few hand-wash dishes from dinner. Dinner was great, chicken wings in my famous marinade/sauce, roasted red potatoes with olive oil, s&p and thyme. Spring greens salad with Campari tomatoes and my husband’s routine, ranch dressing. I like to make variable vinaigrettes but he loves his ranch dressing.

So I got a nose bleed after dinner and didn’t finish the hand-wash dishes until this morning. An alarm was set. I took out the dog and fed her. My husband, when in town, usually sits at the kitchen counter/bar on a nice stool and I feed him.

Eggs over medium, bacon, two strips, toast with jam that will not stain his dress shirt. Orange juice, herbal tea, and an allergy pill. He was in my kitchen this morning messing me up. We are definitely not back to “routine.” Not yet.

I need to pick up my game and be there for my family. The research we’ve done has been helpful but my breakfast game is about ten minutes off. Will work to serve. Dee