Do Unto Others

I’d like to mix that with something I heard last week from former VP Mike Pence at the Republican debate about leadership not including compromise. Yes, I worked for the government and with/against governmental policies for ten years, writing and justifying new laws so have some experience in that realm, combined with common sense learned over a lifetime.


Politically, most American voters are in the middle, I’d guess about fifty percent around the center could agree on nearly anything. Our government works as a three-legged stool, remove one and the others will not stand. Same with going against most of the people, most of the time. It doesn’t work. Please the liberals all the time or the conservatives, doesn’t matter, the middle gets sick of it and puts things back on an even keel.

Leadership in a democracy always includes compromise. Try being a tourist not speaking a foreign language while trying to buy something, let’s say an Italian leather bag at an outdoor market that should cost about $50. The seller wants $75, I want to pay $25, so we find a fair price together and I go home with my beautiful leather bag. If I don’t compromise, I either pay the $75 or end up with nothing. That’s how things work inside the Beltway. I need a new bridge in my district, you need a Pentagon project to keep building widgets in yours. Deal.

There are two things going on right now. First is a trend away from democracy, which I believe has to be stopped at all costs. Second is “cheating” to get what one wants in the immediate future without considering long-term consequences. We don’t write laws for one person, we can’t do that. Firing a state or federal prosecutor or eliminating their office budget/individual salary is ridiculous and an offense to the rule of law, which has ways of weeding out particularly bad prosecutors and unethical lawyers. But today, it seems that political power for power’s sake is the only thing that matters, damn the Constitution, full speed ahead.

What legislators don’t understand is that the minute the opposition party takes office, and the pendulum is always swinging, they’ve set a precedent or written a law that enables the entire side to be wiped out for mere political reasons.

When a democrat won the governorship in my state, a nearly-bulletproof gerrymandered republican majority voted weeks before he took office to remove a number of gubernatorial powers and give them to the legislature. Why? Because they didn’t like that they lost. When that goes around, it’ll come around, and one can only hope it will be righted by putting those powers back where they belong and not by going overboard because, as we tell our kids, two wrongs don’t make a right.
The majority in our Supreme Court changed earlier this year and the new Justice was just sworn in. The first thing the Legislature plans to do is impeach her, before she even rules on a case. That’s bad sportsmanship taken to a ludicrous level.


When I see politicians acting stupid, and many do, their actions can often be equated to those of errant children. Our moral upbringing shows that we know this and teach our children not to lie or cheat or treat people badly, but some adults choose to do it anyway.


Do you want to ban Muslims from entering this country? Substitute the word Muslim for your religion or ethnicity and see if you still feel the same way. There are comparatively few transgender people in our society, even fewer elite transgender athletes, so how can I come to any harm if we just all go on living our lives? If you don’t want your kids to read certain literature, fine. But you’ve no right to tell me what my kid can read or take To Kill A Mockingbird away from the school or town library or even bookstores.

Our Constitution planned for give and take, push and pull, and crafted a document that helps us negotiate through difficulties if we all stay in our lanes (legislators make laws, administrations administer said laws, courts adjudge). We need to respect it, the rule of law, and the role of public service in a democracy. A life of public service, military or civilian, is a noble cause, not something to be sneered at. Public servants have families, too, and do their apolitical and specialized jobs very well. Who else is going test the new wonder drug to cure cancer? Or accurately predict severe weather to minimize deaths? Or when I turn 65, put my social security check in the mail on time?


The bottom line is to respect each other and try to see the reason in another’s opinion before automatically coming to the conclusion that the person who disagrees with you on policy is an idiot, evil or a lifelong enemy. Your kids are still on the same soccer team, after all, and they’re expected to respect each other, and their parents. Give peace a chance! Dee

Indicted for Whom, Exactly?

Donald Trump, opting to play martyr, keeps saying that he’s being indicted for you, because “they” are really after you but he’s willing to take the accusations (not the blame or consequences, mind you) to protect you.

Have you ever declared bankruptcy six times? Been impeached (twice)? Committed sexual assault ($5 million verdict)? Created a fake university ($25 million verdict) or charity ($2 million verdict) to line your own pockets? I’m gonna guess the answer is probably no. That or you’re in prison with no access to the outside world to be able to answer this question.

Georgia prisoner #PO1135809, presidential candidate, is now facing 91 federal accounts that include running a criminal enterprise to overturn a free and fair election, according to over sixty court verdicts. Also purloining confidential documents that pose a danger to our nation’s intelligence operations. But he did nothing wrong.

And that’s why our legal system exists, to protect the innocent and punish the guilty. Everyone, including Donald Trump, is assumed innocent until proven guilty by a jury of his peers. It would behoove us, as citizens, to allow the justice system to do its thing, slowly as always, and see how things shake out.

IMHO, I think it’s unfair and unwise for Donald Trump to compare himself to Jesus Christ just because he’s been accused of a crime. I also find it unseemly for the House Judiciary Committee and Georgia legislators to try to short-cut justice by interfering into ongoing investigations and attempting to fire the prosecutors for doing their jobs. And if Donald Trump is convicted of knowingly and willingly conspiring to overturn the 2020 Presidential election, those six of eight wanna-be’s who appeared at a “debate” the other night who indicated they would pardon him, should be ineligible under the U.S. Constitution for running for dogcatcher.

Our country’s been in tough spots before. Our Constitution was created to help us through, and it has done a pretty good job for over two centuries. Let’s give it a chance. Let the wheels of justice do their thing and, while we wait, and after the dust settles, let’s act like we believe we live in the greatest country on earth.

Personally, I am relatively certain, 99.9%, that “they,” whoever “they” are, are not after me. I even use the crosswalks and always pick up my dog’s poop. I don’t believe there is a two-tiered justice system, except that ours has normally given rich, white people the benefit of the doubt, even now.

I don’t want to go back to the fifties with its back alley abortions and Jim Crow. I wouldn’t mind, however, if our representatives were reminded from time that they are elected, by us, to solve our problems. Not to see who can get most likes on X or say the cruelest thing in order to be booked on tonight’s Fox TV. It all comes back to we, the people. Our politicians, and our judges, will only be as good as we demand them to be, and that starts at the ballot box. Stand up for America! Dee

On It or In It

Never been a fan of “reality” TV shows, save two. Whenever I was able to get Bravo on my cable line-up, I watched Top Chef, and I’ve seen enough Iron Chef episodes to know who I like to watch best (Morimoto making anything).

So it looks like I’ll be on upcoming Season 21 of Top Chef. As a contestant? No way. A guest judge? Heaven help us. A food maven imparting words of wisdom? Not a chance.

I just happened to be in the produce department of my local Whole Foods Market when a phalanx of black-clad crew showed up with cameras. Away from them by the lettuces, I was approached by a woman with a clipboard asking for my signature on a release form. Before signing it, I asked if they got a shot of my butt. In my 20’s I met my family in Zurich to tour Germany, Austria and Switzerland and in my excitement to see everything, I was always at the head of the pack so all their photos included my backside. That was well before cell phones and selfies.

She said, no, the back of your head. I signed. because I’m really glad they’re showcasing the food bounty that is the State of Wisconsin, my temporary adopted state that is rich in dairy and apples and more. Home to Cheeseheads and die-hard Packers fans. So yes, I’m on it, ever so peripherally, but not in it as a participant.

I still enjoy cooking and the knowledge gained from professional cooking school nearly 35 years ago, but my motto is KISS, keep it simple. This year I’m growing tomatoes and herbs in containers on the balcony near the kitchen, and only yellow and white pansies and impatiens, and orange manzanilla off my husband’s office. Summer is time for marinades though not for grilling this year, as there are no more grills allowed on balconies and the shared terrace with mega-grills is under construction all summer, having been inundated by floods this year. C’est la vie.

This summer’s speciality is rosemary focaccia, excellent with a cold dinner, dipped in seasoned olive oil or even my quick black bean dip. I’m trying to keep it healthy with lots of fruits and veggies.

Back to school and work will pick up again after Labor Day, so enjoy your summer! Look forward to the new season of Top Chef and pay no attention to the behind you see in the produce section of Whole Foods. No, I didn’t wave to the camera, didn’t even know it was there! Keep cooking! Dee

Finally

I was five and it was the first day of first grade (I was ahead) and was so pleased to come home and recite my newly-learned lesson of that morning, the Pledge of Allegiance. Of course we learned it by rote, and I hadn’t a clue to its meaning. When I ended with “liver tea and just us for all,” my parents had some ‘splainin’ to do. Plus, it seemed right to end it with “Amen” so I also got a lesson on the separation of church and state that day.

After a series of silly jobs (selling tickets and cocoa on a golf course for XC skiers in winter, correcting college scholarship applications) for a few months after graduation from college, I got my first real job as a policy analyst for the state Assembly’s speaker’s office. The first committee of my own was focused on the operation of government (legislative ethics, reapportionment, veterans and the state National Guard, Native American land claims…) and many sundry unrelated issues. This was the deep end, and I was swimming in it without a life vest.

I learned quickly about policies and politics, gerrymandering et al. I’ve always had a strong moral code about the conduct of elections and of public officials, elected, appointed and everyone from DMV workers to the state fire commissioner (who actually preferred to remain addressing our committee than responding to a fire alarm in the building, a rash decision we were able to talk him out of).

When public service had run its course, I moved on to representing a real estate organization in NYC on legislative and regulatory issues of interest. That was the 1980’s when I became aware of an up-and-coming developer named Trump. At first I wondered why he was such a pariah in the industry, and now I know.

In 2016 when candidate Trump replied that he’d have to see if he would accept the results of the presidential election, a little bell rang. It’s not a presidential thing to say. When he said it again in 2020 the bell grew louder, clanging now.

In my new state (there have been several over the years), I read a blurb about fake electors and thought even Trump wouldn’t do that. Our state is one of the most gerrymandered in the nation and we survived having our duly elected president, Joe Biden, lose the election by one vote on the State Supreme Court. Until a few months ago, Donald Trump was still calling our Republican state senators to get them to throw out the Electoral College designation, replace Biden with Trump and immediately “install” him as POTUS.

I’ve a bone to pick with Donald Trump. There’s been a veritable pit in my stomach since the 2020 presidential election was called for Joe Biden, and the loser, Donald Trump, initiated his multi-pronged assault on a free and fair election. Now, nearly three years later, longer as some of these tactics, like denigrating mail-in ballots, began months before the election, our justice system has finally caught up.

There has been a cloud under which our nation has been for the past two years, and it’s been more difficult in the seven swing states that voted for Biden and have been under exhaustive attacks by Trump and his enablers, including our US Senator, Ron Johnson who tried to deliver fake elector slates of Michigan and Wisconsin to former VP Mike Pence on the afternoon of January 6, 2021. They wanted our legislature to delete all Wisconsin’s 3.3 million votes and give them all to Trump.

I believe in our Constitution and have chosen, since I learned the Pledge of Allegiance, that I like living in a democracy and will not give it up for ANY dictator’s authoritarian regime. I only hope my fellow Americans agree with me, read Special Counsel Jack Smith’s indictment, support the jury’s decision and vote for democracy. I’m proud to be an American and to support one person, one vote. Televise the trial, 150 million voters, crime victims all, deserve to see it live and from the horse’s mouth. Dee

USA! USA!

Gotta love that chant at soccer games, and at the Olympics, where we shout to the world that we’re the greatest. If only we shared that same enthusiasm for our nation here at home. We’ve always touted our “new” form of government that’s lasted nearly 250 years as a beacon to the world. Now we’re about to toss it all away without even wondering why.

We are a government of the people. We’re a team. We elect legislators to represent our views and vote for programs and funding for them, that we wish them to pass. We elect a president to implement these laws on our behalf, and to nominate judges to interpret these laws. The judges are supposed to use their wisdom and knowledge of our Constitution to rule on these laws for the betterment of the people and nation.

Right now we have part of a legislature that wants to run the administration, and an over-reaching SCOTUS trying to legislate from the bench. And if a certain former president gets re-elected next year, he has promised to be the administration with limitless power, the congress with its power of the purse, and the courts.

Our founders wanted governing to be a team effort on behalf of we, the people. There are checks and balances and three separate branches of government for a reason. And they made it clear by George Washington deciding not to be named a king, that THERE IS NO I IN TEAM!

So I say read your constitution. If a legislator is not voting as you wish them to, kick the bum out at the next election. Consider whether you want a dictator or a president. Vote accordingly. Because once we have a dictator, it’s hard to go back to a democracy. Even if you like the dictator, he/she will change and you might not like the results and be unable to change it because you won’t have a vote. For anything.

Think about where this country is headed and vote accordingly. Go USA! Dee

The Best Seats

in the house were ours today. I’ve seen a lot of interesting things during my lifetime but today was special. Our armed services do so much for their country yet still find time to give back at home, and that’s what The Blue Angels did for us today.

Thunderstorms have threatened all week, but they were staved off until moments after The Blue Angels did their final pass at this year’s Air and Water Show. Wonderful performers entertained us over the shores of Lake Michigan all day today, and will repeat their amazing feats tomorrow as well, hopefully under sunnier skies. No, I didn’t pay top dollar to park and sit in the beachfront seating, I watched from our floor-to-ceiling windows, a birds-eye view and quieter than on the beach.

Every once in a while you get up in the morning, possibly not expecting much, and someone makes your day. They made mine today, with split second timing and feats of derring-do. I think we should all get up in the morning and try to do something that makes another’s day, but that’s for another day.

I don’t usually get the best seat and it makes me sad to think of the last time. My husband and I had comp seats, first row balcony, for a ballet gala seven years ago. My father and brother were involved with the production. It was two weeks before Dad died, and he was too sick to go with us.

I’ve had the good luck to be a music student and as my Dad was involved with a university, got to see a lot of theater, musicals and opera, plus art installations and galleries. I got to see a not particularly good opera at the Staatsoper in Vienna once. Fine production, just not one of my favorite operas. Late in his life, my parents took me to see Frank Sinatra at Carnegie Hall.

As to fireworks, I’ve been right next door to the largest land-based fireworks in the US for several years, Chevy’s Freedom Over Texas. It was fantastic. Also I’ve sat next to a small hometown lake while the local fire department spent its minimal dollars to the best of their abilities and seen a darned good show! It’s all about the experience, and with whom you share it. Cheers! Dee

The Barbie Lecture

Whee! I never thought I’d have the context to write about this, so thank you Mattel, Greta Gerwig and Margot Robbie!

All my girlfriends had Barbies. I had Raggedy Ann. I’d like to think that even then, pre-Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan, Mom thought Barbie presented a skewed version of women in society. She did outfit me for feminine roles, with a metal kitchen set and an Easy-Bake Oven, neither of which were big hits the day after Christmas though I did develop a lifelong love of cooking. But not because I’m a woman.

In our small village, we lived for the summer with Dad leading all our dead-end street’s kids (girls, too, if Dad played, everyone got to play) played an evening touch football or softball game. At age eight, we moved the country and to swimming, berry-picking, weeding Mom’s garden, mowing instead of dolls. Winters, up north of course, were full of sledding, snowman-making and baking many cookies.

I went to a liberal arts college run by Franciscan friars. My first advisor was a large priest who wanted me to go along and get along, girls didn’t really belong there and were only there until they got married. When I chose sociology as my major, I asked the department chair to be my advisor, as he actually was interested in my gaining an education. It was this priest who gave the annual Barbie Lecture.

This lecture was the hot ticket of the semester and I got to hear it, once, in the late seventies. He began by stating that Barbie would be 7’11” tall in real life and gave her measurements in human terms. It was an excellent lecture by a Catholic priest on the role of women in society.

Another priest who I adored for his art history classes, opened my mind even more with Renaissance and Reformation, where he had several classes on the role of women (as Priests!) in the Catholic Church and how that role was designed then chipped away at by the powers that be over the centuries.

As to the Barbie Lecture, I don’t recall if Father C. ever mentioned the missing piece of anatomy on the Ken doll. No doubt members of today’s small but dedicated membership of the Toxic Masculinity Society would blame women for that, probably women from Mattel!

While I didn’t understand my lack of a Barbie doll as a child, I certainly do now. My life is better off having spent that time reading or doing other things than playing with dolls. Oh, btw, when my brother was a kid, a friend of his gave him a G.I. Joe for his birthday one year. As he opened it, Mom said “Look, a boy doll!” I don’t think he ever looked at it again.

Yes, I do believe that there are differences between men and women, that we are all equal and are here to use our strengths to help one another. Cheers! Yes, I’ll see the new movie, but probably wait for it to come out on tv. Dee

Kicked Outta School?

It’s Spring, 1989 and I’m disillusioned with the rat race. I thought politics were bad then, when Trump was just a crooked real estate developer! I decided put together my life savings to go to cooking school.

To date, I’d never been in trouble in school, always got good grades and never skipped a day for sixteen years. This was different.

We had a list of things to buy and show up with first day of class, which included chefs jackets, toques, aprons, torchons and two knives, a quality chef knife (10″ – 12″) and paring knife (3″ – 4″). I chose Henckels with a certain type of handle that suits my hand. On the handle we were to paint our name or initials in nail polish, so I could tell my knives from those of the other seven students in our class.

First day of class, first five minutes, we were told in no uncertain terms that if a knife was ever found in a soapy sink, a danger to all aspiring cooks and their teachers, we would be told to leave. No second chances, no tuition refund, nothing. Gone.

Earlier this week, I was making my newest favorite, focaccia, and placed the loaf into my convection oven with a timer, to concentrate on dishes. Reaching into the soapy sink, I was greeted by the large blade from my food processor. I felt it hit, and knew the blood would spurt as soon as my hand was out of the water.

I called for my husband, who happened to be working at home, and asked for the first aid kit. Not nearly as bad as I thought, phew! A little hydrogen peroxide, bacitracin and a band-aid and I was good to go. The band-aid only lasted about an hour and it’s been in open air, cleaned regularly, since.

No visit to the ER, no stitches. And all my husband said besides that I was lucky, was “good thing you’re not in cooking school!” Of course he didn’t kick me out of the kitchen, because then he’d have to learn how to make something besides breakfast cereal and spaghetti with jarred sauce.

Luckily, it took nearly 35 years for me to make that mistake, and now I’ll renew my promise to keep the knives outside the sink and clean them one by one, dry them and safely put them away until next time. Please do the same! Cheers, lasagna tonight. Dee

Do Re Mi

A young actor studies for an audition.

A former prima ballerina teaches her students.

One fine chef layers flavors expertly.

What do they all have in common? The actor is reading for Romeo and Juliet, a classic. The ballerina makes certain her student’s arabesque is perfect. And the chef uses the fonds du cuisine to make a masterpiece on the plate.

Sister Maria had something to say to all:

Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start.

When you read you begin with A-B-C, when you sing you begin with do-re-mi.

One starts with the basics and moves on to be able to use that knowledge and, if good enough, be able to take your own riff on it. But nothing can happen without learning the rules first, all of them. My friend the young actor is studying Shakespeare. My friend the ballerina is shocked that her students don’t want to learn any basics, just do their own thing. And my “inner chef” is now fully trained and I know in my heart and mind that I prefer the purity and soul of Italian cooking to fancy French fare any day.

Now let’s talk about a smart little girl living in a small village in the middle of no-where USA whose high point of the week (sorry, Father, it wasn’t Sunday Mass) was being dropped off at the tiny village library with her sister while Mom went grocery shopping. So, the first Black person I ever met was Harriet Tubman, the first Jew Anne Frank, and Native American, the ballerina Maria Tallchief. I read Death Be Not Proud and To Kill a Mockingbird when I was eight years old. No, they were not assigned in school, as my classmates were still reading basic stuff. My friend Steven and I were asked to sit at the back of the room to study on our own. All the others were learning phonics and we already knew how to read so our parents forbade it.

My father was first-generation American, first to ever go to college and my mother started college the year I did. Dad worked at his alma mater so I was introduced to opera, symphony and plays and had the luxury of private violin, piano and ballet lessons. Plus, my aunts were English teachers so had a lot of reading selections for us to fill those cold winter nights.

By learning, at home and school, the basics of history, literature, fine and culinary arts I was given a gift, one that allowed my mind to grow and me to learn what is important in life. Telling the truth, social justice, loving thy neighbor, equality, being kind to others, no matter who they were.

Today, the powers that be are running out of “others” to hate. Let’s see, Muslims, Jews, Catholics, “elites,” gays, drag queens, transsexuals, and now all women. Did I forget anyone? Banning the teaching of history in history class does nothing to create a well-rounded U.S. citizen. Banning books does no-one any favors. And touting “freedom” when it’s only the freedom of Americans to do what a minute fraction of white nationalists want to let us do, is not freedom at all.

Winston Churchill once said “those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it.” We should not go down that rabbit hole as a nation, as it does a disservice to all our futures. I know in my heart that children want desperately to learn, and I’m all for letting them read anything they’re ready for. I don’t expect a six year-old to digest Hamlet, but I know how important parents and teachers are to early child development. With knowledge comes, eventually, wisdom. I know that because I have something to say and for the last half of my life I’ve learned how to say it. Out loud. I was once afraid to write, no longer.

Our children are the future of our nation. If they don’t know their, our shared history they cannot responsibly carry on what the Founders intended for an informed, engaged citizenry. And while we’re at it, let’s fix the Supreme Court as well. What would RBG say if she were still with us? Vote! Dee

Fabulous Focaccia

I love happy kitchen surprises. Given my age and culinary experience, nothing much phases me these days. But, I’m no baker. I don’t do desserts and it’s so much easier to buy a good French or Italian loaf than to make one, but I made an exception yesterday.

Two reasons. First my newest toy, a full-sized convection oven. Yes, I’ve had it for a year but use the top regular oven because it’s small and I’m usually cooking for two. But lately I’ve been playing with the convection roast and bake options. And second, a new recipe, well not really. I based the focaccia recipe on The Moosewood Cookbook (Katzen, Ten Speed Press 1977) but used all AP flour (I usually use 00 flour and whole wheat), added a bit of Lyle’s Golden Syrup with the yeast, and used only 1.5 tsp yeast. But I really used my version of Cuisinart’s 1970’s manual for pizza dough I’ve been making since those days.

The dough was a dream to work with. I recently repotted and placed outside last year’s rosemary so I chopped a bit of that and added it to the dough. I used rapid rise yeast, let it rise for an hour, punched it down and let it sit ten minutes, then patted it out to an oblong shape, pressed dents into it, brushed it with olive oil. I added kosher salt, a bit of pepper, and more fresh rosemary and baked it for 20 minutes on roast (convection). Let it sit on a rack for 15 minutes and tore into it as part of a cold dinner featuring Black Forest ham, hard-cooked eggs, tomato wedges, aged cheddar, veggies and marinated olives. Yum!

I just love it when dough works like a dream then cooks like one too. Makes me think that if I’ve the right banetton, I can give French boule another try! Happy cooking! Dee