Challenges

Yesterday I made spicy almonds and cashews, have changed it from the original Gourmet recipe from 1991 that they would not let me publish. You can still find it at Epicurious by the same title. I’ve added different chiles and smoked paprika.

I roasted a medium butternut squash and about ten heirloom carrots, first seeded and second trimmed, with a bit of olive oil, s&p for about an hour. I let them cool while I toasted garam masala in a dry pan and let that cool.

Food processor is the next step, with the squash de-skinned and both it and the carrots cubed, and add a bit of broth. I used the dog’s boxed chicken broth. She hates that I steal from her but she steals time and food from me every day for the past nearly 12 years so it is more than OK.

Then I’ve a pulp that needs seasoning and thinning to make a good soup. I alternated between chicken broth and heavy cream, added garam masala (curry) and ancho chili powder, a little more salt and pepper and it was good. Next time I think it’ll be spicier but may add apple for sweetness.

For dinner I made my basic mac & cheese. Usually I make enough to bake in an 8X8 Pyrex dish. I used shells this time to hold the sauce, made the bechamel and added local two-year aged cheddar, drained the shells and added them to the sauce. To the sauce I added wonderful sun-dried tomatoes from our Italian grocery and one chopped Kumato tomato for flavor and color and served it in ancient Pyrex colored bowls (the big green for hubby, smaller red for me). It was good.

My bechamel is normally 2 Tbsp flour, 2 Tbsp butter, (or 3/3) put in a pot and stir constantly for a minute or two. I usually add salt, pepper, cayenne and a pinch of nutmeg to this. Have two cups of milk ready. Medium heat, let it come to a boil, do not turn your back on this sauce! It will burn and ruin your meal. Keep whisking every minute or so. When it is thick enough to coat the back of a spoon (run your finger through it) take it off the heat, add your cheese of choice and stir until it melts.

Mix with cooked macaroni or shells or whatever pasta you like and bake it at 350 for 30-45 minutes. I like to top it with fresh bread crumbs and parmesan cheese until it browns and bubbles. Today I served it un-baked because it was late and we wanted dinner.

Rarely does my husband not get meat for dinner but he was OK with it. And we have leftovers of both! That and oatmeal, milk, vanilla yogurt and blackberries for breakfast and we’re eating the frig and pantry! I enjoy cleaning out sometimes. We’re loving our oatmeal these cold mornings.

We’ve been through challenges before and have always worked our way through, together. Tomorrow is his birthday. I love that his parents always kept birthday away from Christmas because they’re often lumped together and you get an extra sweater and feel left out as your siblings actually have birthdays. Yes, I’ve heard that from friends over the years.

We bought new cell phones that will cover both birthdays and the holidays. Now I have to figure out how to use my new phone as it will not set up. Old computer and old phone were compatible. Now my beloved laptop is showing its age. I wonder how old it is in “dog years?” It’s 56 years old. Oh, my.

Don’t worry, I’ll give my husband a birthday card. It’s the least I can do. Cheers, Dee

Omnibus

Some define it as “containing several items.” As in a multi-trillion dollar US budget we pay for and lots of candy for legislators and their districts. Like ships the Navy never asked for. A new Coast Guard cutter that was never asked for.

Over a billion dollars in REIT’s that casinos asked for.

Isn’t that just a sweet term, omnibus? Just a few little things. Teeny things that make sure you won’t make your mortgage this month, or car payment.

We elect these people, reader, and expect them to put our collective thoughts in mind before they add even more pork to the budget for which we pay. Not just getting a ship built in a local harbor that is not even wanted, in order to put people to work for something that is not needed.

I want this for my district. I want that for mine. Let’s just bill the nation for our little pet projects like the Alaska bridge to no-where. Let’s just put bridges over all the Great Lakes, also the Atlantic Ocean. While you’re at it, let’s put an escalator above the bridge between Mexico and San Diego without Customs personnel. Great ideas? Now let’s double the salaries of our senators and congresspersons and give them all Washington D.C. homes made of 18K gold. Not a happy thought, Dee

Full or Half-Way

OK, school was easy for me. I slacked off a bit but I studied, was on the Dean’s List and only missed a class when I was in the infirmary with the flu. My buds did break me out for a concert. Whoops. Lots of strange smoke there, no I didn’t do it.

In my life I’ve worked very hard and done good things for many people. I have found that the people guiding the ship are the same ones who took my lunch money or tore my winter hat in half. Boys who called me names I didn’t even understand. And even now, pseudo-businessmen who hate female customers. Heavens, I pity all their wives.

Girls who didn’t think you were cool enough to go into cheerleading, gymnastics or be part of the “best” league. You all failed. I headed the gymnastic team not because I was a great athlete, but because I was a leader who expected the best and wanted every girl to succeed with the support of the team.

Work requires teams that work well together, and top brass who have the wherewithal to make that happen. I’ve been in too many client situations where my presence is not accepted or acknowledged. It’s board vs. CEO or CEO vs. senior staff.

Change is not an easy thing to do. Perhaps moving every couple of years got me inured to it. As I age I wish to change/move less, but always try to learn something every day. I’m not asking you to tear your children to another school every couple of years. Just let them know that change is possible and can be good.

That way when mommy and daddy divorce and fight over the kids they don’t make a toxic atmosphere. You won’t be told you were only going to college for a Mrs. Degree (I married over 40). As a woman you may even make what your male colleagues earn. And be their boss.

Life is a collaborative effort. I don’t believe it involves kicking someone down the ladder who is underneath you. I believe it means picking them up. Cheers! Dee

Holiday Sides/Competition

A friend recently entered into a contest with her brother to see who could bring the best holiday side dishes to Christmas dinner. She’s a grandma. She has to win and told her brother she has a friend named Dee who is going to help put her over the top.

Of course I can’t tell you the two recipes I gave her. Let’s just say they include veggies. That’s vague enough. I’ll tell you more when she announces the results.

Mine are tried and true in different venues, with my secret changes. I wish her well and happy holidays to her large family. This is my gift to Ms. D. Happy holidays, Dee.

Oatmeal and Santa Claus

We’ve become new fans of five-minute oatmeal. It is cooked in 2% milk, placed in lovely lions’ head soup bowls with a dollop of non-fat vanilla Greek yogurt, a few berries and every so often a drizzle of honey, maple syrup or Lyle’s Golden Syrup.

It is served with Chinese ceramic spoons. Yum, and it does keep us full on weekend mornings until lunch.

Today I plan to roast some butternut squash and heirloom carrots and make a curried soup for lunch. A fresh loaf of bread will round out the meal. Who knows about dinner, I haven’t thought that far. I did save two slices of specialty bacon and have eggs so he’s OK for breakfast. We have dog food. I’ll probably make oatmeal for me.

Anyway, Santa has visited. Kiddos, look away. He tends to visit us early because he can’t get to everyone on Christmas eve and wants to concentrate on you kids. We only have a dog and a handful of treats will do.

Our dear neighbors have given us boughs from their tree. The largest has ornaments from our storage and my husband’s tie bars and clips that are statement pieces for work. Thanks to them this holiday has cost me nothing other than two trips to storage. One needs light ornaments to decorate boughs. Years ago they lost their ornaments and we didn’t have a tree so lent them ours. What goes around, comes around.

My husband and I were born Scorpio and Sagittarius, different years. For both birthdays and Christmas we replaced our ancient cell phones. Mine was seven years old, his about five. His birthday is this week so I may get him a card. Of course I’ll make dinner, that’s a given. I hope he doesn’t ask for spaghetti and meatballs. It’s like hamburgers, he could eat it every day!

If you look at it sometimes Santa comes every day. A promotion, a job, a great parking space, oranges are on sale at the grocery, one is propelled to get a gift for a friend. You adopt a pet from a local shelter and have ten joyful years together. You meet your husband, marry and he drags you all over the country and world. They’re gifts.

My husband I do not usually give gifts for any occasion. A card, sometimes he gets me roses. We do not need to give on certain occasions as we give every day of every year. Hey, we’d rather hang out at home and watch a movie and make really great popcorn! To you and yours this holiday season, Dee

Some Assembly Required

Yes, that’s the stuff my parents made in the basement on Christmas Eve.

Let’s put together that tricycle, the plastic kitchen for me, the light bulb cooker of brownies and disaster pretzels.

Over the years they graduated to a family gift and then we’d get sweaters and socks and little things in our stockings. Each year a ping pong table, air hockey. And an electric racetrack we designed. The white car went fast but often flew off the track. I took the blue one which was heavier and I controlled the curves. Sense vs. sensibility. I won probably 90% of the time. My sister may dispute that.

“Santa is working.” That’s what they said after we left out cookies and milk. Of course, we kids never got to see Santa. ‘Tis our loss. I’m sure he’ll be here next week. Cheers for the holiday season. Dee

Neighbors and Holidays

This neighbor brought me boughs from their tree. He wants us to come and see their tree, which has a papier mache horse head at the top (I’ve seen it in past years) but he says this is an interesting year.

If only he could stop cutting off boughs for us! First year we met they’d misplaced all their ornaments. We didn’t have a tree so lent them mine/ours. We had a lot of swirly artisan aluminum ornaments we bought in Vermont years ago with my in-laws and they needed some kind of attachment to the tree. He used fishing line.

I went to storage this morning, found the box and got out a few precious ornaments. Two wooden stockings from the first months my husband and I met. Tagboard ornaments from kids and friends from an event I created 20 years ago, and there is one I added to the table that I keep by my desk every day.

It’s a golden retriever with a halo, my dog who died in 2001. No, she was 3,000 miles away from 9/11 and died earlier in the year. 9/11 is how I met my husband and we’ve been together over 14 years. I try to get us ornaments every year so we can know who we are and where we’ve been over the years. See
Close Your Eyes.

We will ask our neighbors over this weekend to share a glass of wine, from a bottle my father sent for my birthday last month. The caveat is that we need to see their tree. Also, for them to see what I’ve done decorating with the boughs. With thanks to friends and family I remain, Dee

Happy Holidays

Memories of a lifetime. I wish you and your family well. Dee

ps Special thanks to J for making many of the felt ornaments and giving me the mouse (on our “tree”) in a walnut shell. She has always loved mice. Her husband married us and she signed the marriage declaration. We love them.

Sadly, our AJ is gone and we went to his burial at Annapolis, his alma mater. Rest in peace, dear friend. Best holiday wishes, Dee

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

Close Your Eyes

My husband arrived unexpectedly. He showed up for a new client and his boss was fired mid-day and so were others. He never had a chance to make an impact and help the client.

I reached into one area that cheers his mind, heart and stomach. Tonight we’re having Beef Carbonnade. Beef, onions, bacon and beer. Over noodles we make ourselves now.

My family had a tradition that all the kids got their own ornament for the tree every year. I don’t have many of those or access to many I’ve received since we met.

Every year I’ve bought two ornaments for us that celebrate who we are and where we are at the time. Yesterday I found a few and when he got back from a walk with old dog Zoe I had placed them with our Christmas display. No tree this year. Our neighbor, retired architect, trimmed his tree and gave me branches that I have all over the house. They give me the scent of Christmas. I added a few ornaments and have an eclectic holiday from an eccentric woman.

I turned on the lights and asked my husband to cover his eyes. When they opened I asked him about the ornaments I placed. He got most of them. Santa with a lariat, must be Texas. Santa in a kilt, must be Scotland. Moose riding the trout must be the day I tried fly fishing, drowned my cell phone and Dee had to go fishing for steak for the neighborhood because I was gone 12 hours without a phone call to home base.

Of course the ornaments that involve whisks and copper pans are mine. Stockings are a cardinal (the red male bird), and an angel.

When I mentioned cell phones, we finally, after years, got new ones and I still can’t get mine to work. This is our “tree” with a recycled glass star from the Eco Center, a tie clip of a Euclid tractor from Euclid OH circa 1960.

Oh, that’s me on the top with a plate full of cookies. For Santa, of course! Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Be well, and with family. Dee