Category Archives: Utah

Teens

I’m talking weather, not an awkward stage for many growing humans.

Today it was under teens when I got up. The Pippi Longstocking hat (thanks PDXknitterati) went on. In future I’ll have to wear my polartec headband underneath it. New gloves weren’t warm enough so I’ll have to open up the newest ones or layer the gloves as well, over polartec. My core was toasty in a Marmot 800 fill-power down jacket with an unlined nylon shell (with roll-out hood for foul weather) to cut the wind. My feet were toasty in REI merino wool socks and Croc boots. My legs were freezing in jeans. I need to try on my new silk underwear or find some flannel-lined chinos and jeans for me and my husband.

It’s definitely time for comfort food. Right now I need to cook a pork tenderloin. More on my plate today, assuring a car that will traverse the snow as my husband drives up and down the mountain. Pot roast sounds good. Coq au vin. I may even venture into cassoulet territory as the winter unfolds!

Have a great Thursday. Now I have to find out who won Top Chef last night (it comes on at eleven here and the land of nod beckoned before that time). Cheers, Dee

Steers… and Capons

Joe, my father-in-law, runs a cattle ranch. When he was younger he ran a dairy, yup, a small family farm and I remember bringing a bucket of milk to a twin baby calf that was abandoned by his mama (they usually have one, and if there are two, they generally neglect one).

Both sons have left the ranch to pursue other ambitions, but they are aware of what goes on, giving a shot to de-worm a calf or castrating a bull. I am not a party to it except ordering it at the butcher’s counter or in a plastic package at the supermarket. So, yes, I am a party to it because I prepare it, cook it and eat it.

We currently live in a very wealthy, eco-friendly place. They build an eight bedroom house but think because they used bamboo and cork, it’s “green.” The ultimate hypocrisy (and my favorite Christmas gift in decades) occurred at our local Whole Foods market when I asked for a capon. The butchers didn’t know what one was. I posted this on the blog and got over 60 hits on capons! The head butcher wouldn’t come out to talk to me but just said he couldn’t order one for me because it wouldn’t meet Whole Foods standards. I just thought it was because he couldn’t find one that was organically raised.

After the response to this original post, I emailed the local store/regional manager and in their responses they sent me the entire chain, which is hilarious, especially as most of their meat is steer, that is castrated bull. But they object to capons for humanitarian reasons. First they said, if you can order what the customer wants, do it or if you can’t, don’t bother. Then they must have found out I’ve had 50 hits on capon this week so they told the local store to get in touch with me asap.

They did and said they don’t carry capon because of humanitarian reasons. But they sell chicken, and steer. Ironically yours, Dee

Thanksgiving 2009

The dog let me sleep 39 minutes “late” until 7:30 this morning, then was kind enough to wait ten minutes for me to put on my boots, two coats, hat, and gloves, get her leash (keys are missing again so I left the door unlocked). Then I fed her and the fish, and determined to let Jim to sleep in because he has to work tomorrow.

I spent the morning catching up online and with laundry, dishes, dishwasher then served Jim breakfast in bed. Our neighbor called with the time of the Shuttle flyover, which we went out to see precisely at 6:10 p.m. It was a gorgeous day, starting off cold as usual and going up to a balmy 54 degrees! We dressed in Western garb (Jim in a Stetson shirt, me in a snap shirt with different colors and embellishments) in order to call his family back home. Since Jim met my family at Mom’s in 2001 shortly after we met, in 2002 I got introduced to his large family in Texas and we’ve been there every year but this one since.

Jim’s mother was lamenting her old PC and a few weeks ago finally succumbed and bought a refurbished MacBook. After initial installations it should require very few problems for her and much less long-distance tech support from her sons. We had a trial videoconference last night with parents, brother and family, then she took the MacBook to Nanny’s for Thanksgiving dinner. After the meal we engaged in a 2+hour videoconference with Nanny and many of the 50-60 people in attendance, even got to see all the new babies online and a quick shot of the little girls’ tea party in progress.

Jim wanted to go out to lunch because we’re both kind of down that we couldn’t see either of our families this Thanksgiving. The only restaurant that was open had only a full Thanksgiving meal available. I picked at it, Jim had a full meal and we came home. Moments after getting offline with Jim’s family my brother called. He and my Dad are halfway across the country and went to feast at lunchtime.

Now I’m about 20 minutes from dinner, very beautiful NY strip steak, loaded baked potatoes and fresh green beans. I’ll save the Brussels sprouts for the weekend. Jim has to work tomorrow and we may see a movie over the weekend or try the chic bowling alley that opened yesterday, either for lunch or to see how horrific we are at bowling!

Hope you had a wonderful day with family and friends. Hopefully we’ll be able to join the festivities next year. Cheers! Dee

Sleigh Bells Ring

Along with the paw wax (which we have not yet used despite now 10′ mountains of snow just from yesterday’s flurries) Zoe has a new velveteen jingle bell collar. You’ll need a photo for this one and my camera batteries are low and better light would be preferable.

The sidewalks Zoe and I trod upon just yesterday are covered with mountains of snow. As we are in ski country, in the mountains, it’s not going to melt but will be here until June or July. That is a fact that we have to deal with in motor vehicles, outerwear and boots.

Jim had a long week last week at work that sometimes extended until early morning hours. I wanted him to get caught up on his sleep this past weekend. I made one of his favorite dinners last night and we settled down in front of the fire to see a really crummy Christmas movie (I’ll demur on the name to protect the guilty) or Mel Gibson in The Patriot.

We went to bed early, started the extra heater and the humidifier while we watched several inches of snow land overnight. He fell asleep right away. I tried for 1/2 hour but didn’t want to fidget and awaken him and the dog. So, as I got out of bed he said “Santa must have a really fast sleigh” and I responded, “Yes, he must.” Then I looked back and he was snoring again. A precious moment, and he allowed me to share it here. I’m sure his mother would’ve wanted to hear it first, but since we’re not allowed Thanksgiving, we must look forward to Christmas.

Zoe’s velvet sleigh bells will glisten in the new snow and we always look forward to seeing family on the holidays. Keep your family together, don’t fight about the turkey or side dishes and have a wonderful day! Dee

Temporary Housing

We moved out here for a short-term opportunity in a bad economic climate. We put our lives in storage and packed two cars and drove 1,600 miles not knowing where we were going to live. We spent the first week at a Residence Inn. They were wonderful. I combed listings and we finally found a place to live.

Remember that all of our kitchen, office, bedroom, bath stuff is in storage. We fell in love with a townhome on a nature preserve, adjacent to a major freeway and grocery stores et al. It is fully furnished. Now someone here wants us out because we have a dog (and we have been here without any complaints for 8 months….)

Jim has been sent out on short-term projects before, to Utah once and to Scotland and England. These “gigs” lasted from 6-12 weeks. We have become experts in corporate housing. Orem, UT was crummy, a hastily manufactured situation that was not worth nearly what his employer paid for it. Then we found SACO. SACO is all over the world, not prevalent in the US but we’ve had a great experience in downtown Glasgow, Southwark (London); and I’ve previous experience in a newly-listed SACO residence in Florence, Italy where I vacationed for several years before meeting Jim.

When on an extended assignment I prefer a flat to a hotel room. I like to cook, as you may know from the heading of this blog. Our longest posting was in Glasgow, right off George’s Square and looking into the incredible, must-visit City Hall. Christine was fantastic as manager. The European model is that one makes one’s own bed and food and once a week, the flat is cleaned and sheets and towels changed out. We had a one bedroom flat and Jim had bought a MacBook and we got Skype so I could have e-mail and call home and pay our bills back home and such. I had to buy a real chef’s knife and cutting board but once I found out the UK electric system I was able to make tea and toast, eggs and pancetta, and do laundry.

In London, it was edgier, a larger brand-new condo complex and no interaction with staff. As I was experienced, I dealt with it by cooking a bit and by ordering out with a marvelous service!

Here, it’s different. This is a private deal that we initially had on a short-term basis because Jim’s contract was short-term. Let me tell you why this is special. It’s a turnkey home but it doesn’t just have four forks, knives and spoons, four plates and cups. It has service for ten, usable pots and pans (I’ve added a couple). I always bring my own knives and had to buy a large cutting board. Most of the people who rent this place just want to ski for the weekend, they go to Starbucks for coffee and never cook.

There’s a galley kitchen with good storage space and beautiful knotty alder doors and cabinetry throughout. What tweaks my culinary heart is that there is: a butter dish; creamer and sugar china; more than four place settings of everything; and fantastic appliances.

There are board games for rainy or blizzard days, books to read, even a snow block so one can make snow structures. We came here on a short-term contract and have decided to stay for work, and stay in the area. Perhaps not here, because someone has made it a life’s work to kick us out because we are renting and have a dog. But we always land on our feet. No worries. We enjoy our temporary situation, miss our stuff in storage and look toward the future.

Europe is so far ahead of us in terms of short-term housing options (a week to months) and I’d like to help Americans adapt to that trend. I just know that when I’m going to be somewhere for over a week I want to be able to at least have juice, tea and cereal in the morning. No, I want more. Toast and butter and jam, two eggs scrambled with shredded parm, and two slices of bacon. I’ll wash the dishes. Cheers, Dee

For the Dog Who Has Everything…

Do you remember your grandmother’s ice cream machine? A big wooden tub that encased a small can, which was hand-cranked (the kids lined up for that one) or electric. She placed ice and rock salt around the metal can inside the wooden enclosure. Why salt? To make the ice colder and freeze the delicious blueberry (or whatever) ice cream was inside.

As we settle into our first long winter of deep snows, one ski resort is already open. We anticipate much plowing will be done and also, the HOA here is salt-happy. What happens when your dog goes out on ice and snow saturated with rock salt? Her paws freeze and she limps until the hurt is gone, then when she arrives home, even after toweling off she licks her paws.

There are two solutions: booties, which most dogs hate and I can’t imagine doing that first thing in the morning; and a new trick we’ve found out from neighbors, paw wax. We can’t find it at the local pet stores so had to get it online, it should arrive later this week. Looks like it’s going to be a very cold but sunny, snow-free week so if we stick to the trails instead of driveways and roads, she should be OK.

So, what do you get for the pup in northern climes? Try paw wax. We ordered a brand called Mushers and will let you know how it works. Zoe didn’t understand why it took me so long to get ready this morning in 13 degree Farenheit weather. It was the boots! Coat, hat, gloves, but my feet were protected by socks and boots and hers aren’t, at least until later this week. Oh, I gave away her grosgrain ribbon jingle bell collar to a pup last year, so we got her a green velvet one with golden bells. She has to be bathed and groomed before we take her photo with that collar!

I’m still trying to find a capon. There’s a new farmers’ market in walking distance, indoors. I bought a “culotte” of lamb, that is frozen. I’m going to thaw it out later in the week, marinate it in good olive oil, garlic, rosemary and perhaps some balsamic vinegar and we’ll grill it. It’s local lamb. I also bought a fresh loaf of artisan cranberry-orange bread that I immediately wrapped and froze for either cranberry trifle or bread pudding. It may become the base of a Thanksgiving dessert.

I made pizza last night, from scratch of course. It was very good and we still have an entire pizza left over to heat up another night. I wanted to make roasted winter squash soup today but may run out of time as I’ve been cleaning and doing loads and loads of laundry, winter jackets and all. Fabric softener in the wash seems to make a difference. Right now inside is 23% humidity, a desert-like environment in which skin dries and cracks and electricity crackles every time I touch something or take off a sweater. Let’s hope this helps.

Thanks for tuning in to the early winter edition of Dee’s mountain cooking blog! Cheers, Dee

Ahead of the Curve

We have two small decks, one off the living room and another off the master bedroom. A few weeks ago Jim (the consummate shopper) researched charcoal grills and found one with the smallest footprint and 10K btu’s. It’s a Char-Broil Patio Caddie,

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Verboten?

Now the HOA has hit the owners with a citation and upcoming fines for us having a “deep fryer” on the deck. First, the fire comes up through a hole in the bottom so a sane person would not drench that in oil that would drip everywhere. Now I’ve had to provide owners and HOA with proof that this is a small propane grill, without all the frills (sides, extra burner) most are used to. They just saw a can on the deck and automatically sent off a violation notice that we have a deep fryer on site. Know your grills! That’s why we’re ahead of the curve. I invited them to come and check it out. Of course they won’t and will probably send out another notice.

Did I say Jim was a savvy shopper? And that we have a small deck and he’d like something at counter-level he can work with? I do 98% of the cooking here and would appreciate a few grill sessions on a perfectly legal grill he can operate while I work on the side dishes. That’s not to much to ask, even from a homeowner’s association. A perfectly legal device they just don’t understand.

We don’t understand this violation, and are enjoying the Patio Caddie on the few warm nights we have left, and plan to do so on the cooler nights to come. Last night I made and Jim grilled 2 NY Strips and I’m cooking up the remainder for his steak and eggs later this morning. Inside, on the stove. Perhaps the HOA wants to police what I cook inside as well. Join us! Dee

Capon

Once I realized we weren’t going to be able to go to TX for the grand clan gathering of my husband’s family because of business, I’m stymied that I have to cook Thanksgiving a deux, the first Thanksgiving I’ve ever cooked alone! No, the husband doesn’t cook. He takes out the dog and keeps her out of my kitchen, and grills occasionally.

When I was growing up, Mom used to get capons a few times per year, for special occasions. The “neutered” rooster develops extraordinary flavor, is larger and tastier than the largest young hen would be, and makes for a special occasion.

I’ve happened upon Wapsie Farms, the nation’s largest capon producer, and asked them where I can find a capon for Thanksgiving. It’s just the two of us and I’d rather a 6-8 lb. bird rather than a minimum 12-16 lb. turkey. Today, I asked a Whole Foods butcher, who had information out for holiday ordering, where I could find a capon and she’d never heard the term and advised me to look elsewhere. So that’s when I sent an email out to Wapsie Farms.

A turkey breast sitting over stuffing is a last resort, and WF has Diestel organic turkeys. Aside from Labor Day, it’s the only holiday Jim will have this year. I don’t want to make it all about cooking. Just a bird, great stuffing, mashed potatoes (my fourth masher, others in storage) and perhaps glazed carrots and roasted brussels sprouts. And perhaps a mincemeat tart to salute the Penny sisters.

So, are there any family farms in Utah who raise organic capons? Cheers, Dee

Cool Weather, Warm Hearth

It was a lovely weekend, temps up to nearly 60 degrees and blue skies that did not stop. It was actually the moon that awakened me in the early hours of the morning. Our upstairs deck was so bright it looked almost like the sun was shining. Stars are out and it’s 40 degrees (it’s been in the 20’s lately at night) so it may be warm again tomorrow.

We spent the weekend looking for a car, again. Tech support for Jim’s parents, who upgraded to a Mac this weekend and while set-up has its glitches, once they get going their son’s tech support will be minimal. Margie had fits with both her old PC and internet service and has now changed both for the better.

With the balmy weather we cooked out both nights over the weekend. NY Strips from our door-to-door organic vendor on Saturday with sliced tomatoes (olive oil, oregano, salt and pepper), corn and baked potatoes. Last night I made baby back ribs mainly inside with a basic dry rub, then grilled with BBQ sauce for five minutes. That was served with salad and scalloped potatoes. Yum.

Now we have to turn our sights to pot roasts and winter meals. Also the first Thanksgiving I’ll ever cook alone (a lonely thought but one that may include plans for interesting soups and sandwiches afterwards). Years ago I read of Frank Sinatra’s recipe for chicken and sausage. I made it once but it called for 1 cup of olive oil for a dish that served four. Even 20 years ago I didn’t do that. New ideas are needed. As Jim can’t eat fish, any focus on chicken and pork is better than too much beef.

Tonight we’ve got the heat on. It’s finally warm down here at my desk with the vent at my feet. It’s time for slippers and a cardigan. I can’t turn on the fire because it’ll suck the heat out of the bedroom and Jim will freeze.

Trifle. I’ve made four in my lifetime. One many years ago, one last year for a surprise concert for Nanny, and two in the past week. Now I’ve another to make this week and am ready for the challenge. I made up a recipe the other day to bring to some of the guys at Jim’s work. Three layers. I found a cranberry-pecan bread from the delivery folks a couple of weeks ago and immediately froze it. Then I figured… cranberries. The only thing I didn’t do was brush the bread with liqueur (for this I would have used Grand Marnier) because many are Mormon.

So I layered a trifle bowl (under $15 at Bed, Bath and Beyone or even Sur La Table) with thinly-sliced bread, using whole slices then cutting to fit. I made cranberry sauce of 2# fresh cranberries, juice and zest from one orange and 3/4 cup sugar. I made whipped cream and added 1/4 c sugar to 3c cream plus orange zest and 1T fresh orange juice at the end. Add fresh berries to the top and some orange rind.

Layer the bread (as indicated), 1/3 of the cranberry mixture and 1/3 of the whipped cream, repeat two times and finish with berries and orange segments or zest or both. I used whatever berries I could find: raspberries; blackberries; and a few pomegranate seeds I had leftover from the last trifle. It still helps to brush the bread with a syrup of sorts, even orange juice for this one.

This week I’m going back to a version of Tyler Florence’s lemon-berry trifle (find it on http://www.foodnetwork.com) with store-bought pound cake and lemon curd. The blueberries are gone now, but I’ll make do. Hey, have a great week! Dee

Rock Band

The indomitable Juni Fisher was with us here for part of the weekend. We didn’t do many exciting things but went to town to walk down Main Street’s shops with no crowds. Juni’s a cowgirl poet and has won many awards for her songwriting and performances.

So, yesterday she called and said she was an hour away. Jim and I had been to Best Buy and, on a whim, we bought Rock Band, Beatles edition. He’d just set up drums and a guitar. We were terrible! The second song we did a bit better. Then Juni arrived and we played together – she sang. So did I, but harmony and not on the mike. She got 100%, I got zero, zip, nada, and Jim on drums was somewhere in-between. I know I got all the “chords” right but need to figure out their timing.

We laughed and put the ensemble aside after joking that we had to go out for a gig. It was fun. On Saturday, Jim and I went to the cowboy store for a few shirts. It was a nice, quiet weekend capped off with a viewing of “Some Like It Hot” and visions of the Hotel Del Coronado that brings back memories.

Berry Trifle

Berry Trifle

Sunrise, October 2009

Sunrise, October 2009


This is what I walked Zoe to this morning.

Friday night I made the baby back ribs with roasted potatoes, and Sunday we had chicken saltimbocca with rice and green beans. I made a lovely trifle that we shared with neighbors and finished, and a broccoli-cheese soup that there’s just enough of for my lunch with a slice of good Italian bread. We ate well and had an enjoyable weekend. Cheers! Dee