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Enjoy!

It’ll just be us two this year, me and my husband, plus Zoe the dog of course. She has her dinner, taking up much of my freezer.

When I shopped I forgot that we needed to eat for two days, was thinking long-term. The holiday desk didn’t want to deal with me but sent me right to the butcher’s counter (I’m cooking for two) and they took our order. The produce section was busy and if I go again it’ll be early in the morning, or go to another market.

I did make some awesome meatballs for our spaghetti this evening with ground round, sauteed shallot and garlic (allowed to cool), one egg, seasonings, parmigiana and bread crumbs. Plus parsley. They were baked for 40 minutes then simmered in sauce.

Holiday Menus:

Christmas Eve: Rack of Lamb Persillade; Scalloped Potatoes and Haricots Vert. Yes, lamb with potatoes and green beans.

Christmas Dinner: Filet Mignon with Brussels Sprout and Cauliflower Gratin.

Appetizers? I made some spiced nuts today, also perhaps something based on spinach. Desserts? Tomorrow I’d like to make mincemeat tarts. I don’t do dessert except for ice cream and berries and perhaps a berry coulis.

Wishing you the best of times with your family and friends. Cheers and happy holidays! Dee

 

Gingerbread Town

Yesterday started with a barrage of hard rain, which later in the afternoon turned to snow. Fat, wet snow propelled by high winds and an angry lake.

All in all, I think we got about an inch of the white stuff, just enough to coat the grass and parks and nearby rooftops. While it is still wet and windy, it does look pretty for the holidays though I heard more sirens yesterday than in any day here.

In our neighborhood, it’s nearly impossible to park on the street. Even if one does get a space, it usually must be vacated in an hour or two and the parking police are nothing short of vigilant. While I’ve thought paying to park two cars underground for a tidy sum is outrageous, I’m beginning to see the beauty of it. I can get in my car, park underground for free at the local grocery store, and never shovel or scrape the windshield or get my feet wet. Nifty!

Are there any new ideas out there for holiday menus? I’m thinking of a couple of pepper-crusted steaks, baked potatoes and perhaps brussels sprout gratin. Mincemeat tarts, to bring friends who are having us over for dessert. Now all I have to do is brave the weather to clean the grill.

OK, ladies. After tomorrow my husband is off work until next year! Any projects you can think of? We’ll definitely try a couple of museums, and get his snow tires put on, maybe take a day trip or two. Any ideas? Thanks, Dee

No Chili Party

My competitor flaked. Interesting because I planned to lose to his bison chili and have him meet new neighbors and perhaps even a nice girl.

You know what is said of the best laid plans of mice and men. Also holds true for trying to do good things.

We’re going to have a party anyway, and I have the perfect use for the jacuzzi tub I’ve never used. Fill it with ice and beer and wine!

Spinach balls this morning, at least 72 to freeze for the holidays. Also 3# of chuck steak awaiting grinding for meatballs (freeze) or something I’ll think of after I have breakfast. All for the moment, as the sun comes up. Dee

Dog-Cation

When one starts a new job, vacation is the last thing in mind. There is so much to do and never time to take a day off.

We finally took three days off Thanksgiving week to see our folks. It would have been great if we had the OK two months ago when we could have had flights and I had a dog sitter. But we didn’t so the flights went away and I released the dog sitter to another worthy client.

We drove 3,000 miles to have Thanksgiving with the family. With the dog. Now, our dog is eight years old, well-trained and loves the car. She sleeps on her 4″ orthopedic mattress in the back of my SUV and only pops up her head on off-ramps and stop lights.

We found high-end hotels that accepted her in large cities. All require waivers and fees and we can’t leave her in the room and it was too warm to leave her in the car so we were slaves to our dog. Once we found patio dining for BBQ and she was allowed to sit out on the sidewalk with us. Otherwise we’re trapped.

Of course it was wonderful to see everyone before and on Thanksgiving day. We had a birthday party for a newly nine- and ten-year old that allowed us an early get-together.

Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday morning were extreme cooking times for me and my mother-in-law. Over the years we’ve developed a rhythm and have our stations. There was a great kitchen renovation last year that gives more room for cooking and family, but things have been moved around so I’m back to asking “where’s the _______?”

Turkey day was different. After supper people went their own ways. The babies are getting older so a lot of young kids went out to play tennis, the nursery was booming, and the kitchen scene was not as hopping as usual.

My husband and I joined different groups then I had to go back and take care of our dog after six hours or so, then returned after talking to my family by phone and giving turkey advice.

I did make the brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin with modifications and have made even more mental modifications to make it easy to do and still as tasty. For that, I must cook it again to test then I can give you results.

Also on deck were spicy almonds, cashews and pecans; plus mincemeat tarts. I only brought the mincemeat and before I could make the pastry they were already done. MIL Magic! M also brings much to the party, including Italian Cream Cake, brisket, iced tea by the gallon and more.

We enjoy seeing the little ones grow and learn their personalities. Two little ones with a teacup pup hijacked the big TV with a Dr. Seuss Christmas special, keeping some of the older kids from watching The Game.

No-one played “Risk” and the evening was capped by a musical event featuring violin solos, then guitars (acoustic and electric) then with violin, and much singing.

Now we’re back on the road, less than four hours from home sweet home. Husband and dogma are sound asleep and dog has taken over my pillow. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I can’t wait to get out of this nice hotel and on the road home.

Please share any Thanksgiving stories and recipes! Safe home, dear reader. Dee

 

Chili Throwdown

Our new neighbor Jeff and I have agreed to a chili throwdown.

Bobby Flay, I need you! I limited myself to Lady Bird Johnson’s Pedernales chili she had made for thousands of guests and President Kennedy over 50 years ago.

Apparently http://www.lbjlib.utexas.edu/johnson/archives.hom/faqs/recipes/chili.asp I’m OK here. I’m better at cooking than tech.

Bobby, I’ve never made this before. Don’t tell me to add beans because in Texas there are no beans and my husband was born and grew up in Texas.

I figure I’ve some wiggle room in the chile powder (ancho?) and have a KitchenAid 5 qt stand mixer so can grind my own meat if I know the combination.

I also have a spice grinder and a Penzey’s nearby so can get cumin seeds and grind them.

Our neighbor Jeff gets to do whatever he wants while I do an homage to two dead presidents and their wives. He’ll probably do a souped-up buffalo chili, probably with beans.

Margie, Nanny, we need to import some Texans to judge this feast! We’ll try to go to the community room for a tasting and judging but Jeff is from here and I have my hands tied as a newbie with an old Texas recipe I’ve never tried.

Miriam, Stephanie (s), I need you to weigh in as well. Help! I know Jeff will win because I boxed myself in but did that purposefully.

Now I’m researching a blog on responsible pet guardianship including spay/neuter, checking out no-kill shelters and funding for no-kill shelters. Unfortunately no-kill shelters don’t pick up the phone even if you call the development office (no pickup, no $$$). So I’m going through vets and rescue organizations.

Beats packing for Thanksgiving, finding frozen dog food en route and making chili. Cheers and thanks, everyone! Dee

 

Thanks and Giving

Much to do in the upcoming days. We hope to spend Thanksgiving with family about 1,500 miles away. I’ve got the trip there almost planned with strategic stops along the way so we can see the country and the people who made it great from politics to music to food.

One thing to be thankful for right now is no more negative campaign ads. Yea!

I can now focus on healthcare and financial options at work, get my husband’s oil changed. Now that I’m older and wiser (husband surprised me out at dinner with roses for my birthday) I can get that done this week.

Before we head over the river and through the woods, I wanted to thank you for reading and contributing to this venture.

I’ve been making soups and stews to go along with the cooler weather. There was a special on stew meat the other day so I got double (triple) what we needed so some is frozen for use another day. Beef Carbonnade is a staple, so is curried butternut squash soup (I added roasted carrots this time).

Another task is cleaning the grill, a messy job and one I’ll have to do before the snow sets in. We grill year-round, my husband just shovels a path out there and dons his winter jacket and cossack hat and miner’s lamp. I check done-ness and prepare “sides” in the kitchen. I’m also the official timer.

We’ve never seen a snowflake here so it’ll be an interesting first winter. As to wildlife there are tons of squirrels, I’ve seen a fox once, and there’s a wild turkey living in a park nearby. No, we’re not having this Tom to Thanksgiving dinner!

The election season is over and it’s on to other important things like making better biscuits and whether I should bring mincemeat tarts to Nanny’s. Cheers, Dee

Dee Chic

My sister wanted to live in Athens, among Socrates and Plato. I went with her to assure my parents she’d have a decent place to live. What we found was a smog-choked city with gorgeous ruins and no sign of Socrates or Plato.

I was 24 and celebrated my 25th birthday by sunning topless at Agia Galini in Crete. But I digress.

When we landed in Athens we sought out a very nice pensione with three single beds and sink, and shared very modern bath next door for $12/night. My sister thought this was way too expensive and wanted us to sleep on peoples’ roofs for $1 per night. No, I said, this is my vacation.

We couldn’t sleep after an all-nighter in coach class so went to a taverna for lunch. I ordered a Campari, straight up. Here came 1/2 inch of red liquid in an old juice glass. Thinking I was worldly, I took a sip and choked. So much for that!

I reveled in Greek food and my sister ordered spaghetti and meatballs at every meal. The Greeks served coffee, which I still do not drink, and think that if one orders tea one is ill. Not the case here. I just like tea.

My sister opted to stay and ended up on a kibbutz in Israel a week later (nothing I could do about that) but our last night was a Greek feast, a seven-course meal with ouzo, retsina and Metaxa brandy for a total of $15. No, not per person. The owner selected our meal and sat with us and explained the dishes. It was amazing. Of course, my sister was appalled at the price!

On my birthday Mom and Dad gave my sister $25 to take me to dinner. When sis told me that, I said that we were going to save $10 to buy us both dinner and the rest on a decent hotel room that didn’t have sand in the sheets and a shower over the toilet. Done. Best birthday present ever.

Now I make peasant food with the best ingredients I can find, and try to entertain well. Even though I’m French-trained as a cook, I lean more towards Italian and Mediterranean cuisines because of pure simplicity. While people think it’s simple, if you work with a few ingredients it’s easy to mess up if you don’t know proper techniques.

I’ve spent about 20 days over the years in Greece and love the people, food, sights, water. Italy, probably four months over many years and it is my heart’s home and I’ve yet to see so much of the country.

No more will I sit outside at a taverna and have a straight Campari. With age and wisdom I’ll seek out the best food possible, potentially from a street vendor. I thank the kind restaurant owner who walked us through a Greek menu many years ago. Enjoy the day! Dee

Grandmas

are in short supply this week. The first one who “adopted” me nearly 40 years ago is gone.

ML taught me how to understand a Texas accent, but most important Texas hospitality. She cooked Tex Mex foods and expanded my palate as a youngster, as did her daughter JC and my Aunt.

My mother didn’t know much about cooking when she married my father, so in the year before I was born, before Grandma H died she taught Mom all about the German foods Dad liked. That’s what we ate, plus anything with Campbell’s soup in it. It was post-war and everything to bring Rosie the Riveter back into the home was supposed to be “easy.” Canned food, frozen dinners, vacuum cleaners and real washing machines. Plus wearing dresses and pumps to clean the house and having your hair done once a week and teased to perfection. Easy!

Being exposed to Texan and Mexican flavors was incredible. All of a sudden I knew there was another world of flavor out there. There was no such thing as American Regional Cuisine back then and those who knew about cooking were all trying to be French. I had no idea that there were even more cultures in Asia and everywhere and regional breakdowns that I’m still eager to learn, even years after cooking school.

ML must have known decades ago that I’d marry a Texan, and have to decipher the language barrier (due to the War of Northern Aggression) and food differences, like chile peppers. She prepared me for it with love and grace.

When I was in college, ML’s daughter had caught the cooking bug and gave my mother a lifelong subscription to Gourmet magazine. That changed our lives. Souffles, chicken and peach salad. Mom was on fire and the bug was in me as well. No more cans. Everything from scratch.

For our first wedding anniversary we went to ML’s birthplace, San Antonio, and toasted her at the pub in the Menger Hotel which she’d told us about.

What can I say about her now? Love. Grace. She was probably obstinate at times, came from her Texas upbringing (being a nation once and holding out as a state) but I remember unconditional love for her family and friends.

We were all bathed in the light of that love. You will be missed. Love, Dee

ps Happy Birthday Nanny (my husband’s grandmother). She took me on 10 years ago, not as a replacement for ML but because one cannot have too many grandmas when one hasn’t known her own. D

Give It Up for Alton Brown

I actually wanted to tell Alton my method for scaling fish, which is a horse’s curry comb, three rings of ridged steel that do the job in minutes. Of course you don’t keep them in the barn, but secreted away in the kitchen, as you keep your needle nose pliers for taking out pin bones hidden and out of the garage.

But what I would like to say to Sir Alton (as I’m sure he’ll be) is that over 11 years ago I met a man who learned to make his own toast at age four. It took 30 more years for him to learn to make a grilled cheese sandwich, and he still likes mine better.

I’ve over 51K readers here and y’all seem to enjoy the occasional recipe and rant. Mr. Brown, my husband says I made him a food snob. I disagree. You HELPED me make him a food snob.

Yours is the only cooking show he watches because he’s a physicist and software engineer and you brought science to food so he could understand it. I can ask him the difference between baking soda and baking powder and he spouts it right back, powder brings its own acid to the party.

If he actually learns to cook I may be out of a marriage. No, he still needs someone to hold his hand during a bad dream, magically clean his clothes and take care of the dog. I think I’m OK. Thanks and try that $4 curry comb! Go to any feed store and they’ll have one. Cheers, Dee

 

Centennial for Julia Child

Julia Child would be 100 years old today. I think I might make her French Onion Soup and raise a glass this evening in her memory.

Bon appetit! Dee