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Grilled Salmon

This is a really simple recipe. Get equally sized salmon fillets and make sure to use your kitchen needle nose pliers to get out those pin bones (no, not the pliers in the garage, the one from your secret kitchen stash).

Oil the skin side, yes, keep the skin on as your guests will be able to discern whether they wish to eat it or not. On the flesh side, season with salt and pepper and slather with a very good whole grain mustard.

Grill, closing the top so you don’t need to flip it, remove and with a simple squeeze of lemon juice you’re ready to serve.

It would be great with a homemade slaw, a jicama salad, quinoa salad or even cold sesame noodle salad. May I thank Mark Bittman for making minimalism chic. I’m certain we’ve both been minimalists for years, he’s just on TV and writes for my favorite newspaper. Happy cooking! Dee

Homage to San Lorenzo

As I equip my new kitchen and find space for all the things I’ve collected over the years, I’ve also decided on a “theme.” No, I do not have but would like a statue of San Lorenzo in my kitchen.

In the meantime the Virgin Mary is looking after me. Leonardo da Vinci’s version. Yes, a framed, $5 poster I got at a tourist shop in Florence.

Tonight I made a simple dinner for new friends and neighbors. They just moved in, too, so didn’t mind the dining table not being set up and we ate in the living room with our dog and their dog running around like crazy.

I made skirt steak with chimichurri sauce, roasted red potatoes with rosemary, heirloom cherry tomatoes raw, some jicama slaw I made last night, and corn on the cob. We finished with ice cream with blueberry sauce and fresh raspberries.

Jicama Slaw a la Dee

Shred 1 small or 1/2 large jicama and one large, peeled carrot. I added 2T chopped cilantro, more thinly sliced scallion, and 1/2 diced jalapeno before adding the juice of a lemon, salt, pepper and a bit of olive oil. It was even better tonight, had mellowed flavors in the frig overnight.

It looks festive and tastes bright and summery. Oh, the heat finally broke today. We went out for BBQ for lunch (baby backs, yum) and it was 72 instead of 95, and got to eat at a picnic table outside.

This is one strange town. People honk horns for no reason, are mean for no reason, but then you go to lunch once at the Smoke Shack and sit at the bar for the sampler plate and two weeks later, the barkeep comes out just to say hello.

Even the art museum we went to a few weeks ago called me the other day to thank me for becoming a member. I said she should call my m-i-l because she paid for the membership, but it was really nice of them to call.

And then I picked up my car yesterday after an unfortunate incident with a concrete impediment in our incredibly tight parking garage. My insurance company rep was in touch daily, there was a glitch but the shop put everyone in separate corners and told them to play nice and my car looks great!

In case you haven’t noticed, unless FEMA’s involved I’m a glass half full kind of gal. I always believe the best in people until they prove otherwise. Yes, it gets me hurt. But with the Blessed Mother looking upon me, drawn by Da Vinci’s hands, my kitchen is my refuge, my center, my way of making my husband, dog and guests happy.

The other design element is a decorative rod with all the tea towels my m-i-l embroidered as a girl, several with coffee motifs, the rest herbs.

We want to get rid of these boxes and have a home that friends and family and colleagues can visit, often. Oh, and if you find a statue of St. Lawrence (San Lorenzo) at a flea market let me know. Mangia bene. Dee

Door Number Three

You’ve won yourself a trip to …… Milwaukee, Wisconsin!!! [to the tune of Back in the Saddle Again] it’s Back to the Great Lakes again, folks.

Second prize was two weeks in Philadelphia, PA. I don’t know, I kept this title to use somehow and it doesn’t work here because we got a good deal and it wasn’t a contest, OK it was a work interview. But the sun came up at 4:12 this morning and the dog was whining, not to go out but for me to lift her up to the bed so she could get her beauty sleep. She’s the most rested creature I know.

I cheated last night and had my husband grill pre-made beef/cheddar burgers (outsides rolled in black pepper)  on our stalwart Coleman folding propane grill. We made the first one for the soldier who was on the desk last night pulling a double shift. Then we made ours, all with chips and fresh cherries from the market.

My baby, my car for five years, is in the shop because it somehow “kissed” a concrete pole in our incredibly tight parking garage. Ouch, poor baby. I’ve had her for five years and plan to have her for five more. For a nine year-old, the insurance guy says except for the dent and scratch, she looks great. I’ve all the papers since the day she drove off the lot in San Antonio. Every oil change, tune-up, tire rotation. So now I have a Chevy for ten days. It fits my spot.

We are living in a small city on a big lake, just like where I grew up. But I was on Erie, not Michigan. Accents are similar (Buffalo-area accents are harder) but I know all the names and they’re German, Polish, Italian, less Russian, Greek.

I see the church spires, not anymore because now I see the Lake, and know it is a Roman Catholic city, which should move me but it does not. I only go to Mass in Florence, Italy at Santa Croce. Hearing the Mass in Latin and the homily in Italian is preferable to hear how much I have sinned (I haven’t but the priests have, in droves). I prefer to talk with my God alone, without intermediaries.

In Salt Lake City there is the great Temple, the Stone of Scone of the LDS Church. Then there are Ward churches every few blocks. Few people leave their Ward, so marry at the Temple and settle down on the block next to their parents and grandparents and have 8 kids to perpetuate the faith, and tithing of 10%.

It’s nice, architecturally, not to see Mormon Ward churches everywhere, and I look forward to exploring some of the Catholic art and churches here and in Chicago and Indianapolis.

Eating is what we do a lot of. Three times a day we refresh ourselves with food. I cook my husband a hearty breakfast and dinner. He’s on his own during the week for lunch, but on weekends that’s our treat, lunch out.

We’ve been getting to know some of the restaurants in the neighborhood, the northern communities and downtown. We haven’t gone the “sausages and beer” route but we’ve liked a lot of places (check out TripAdvisor.com where I’m a Top Contributor).

So while my husband is from Texas, I’m Back in the Great Lakes, Again. Yee ha. Dee

Cookbooks

When I first started this blog I researched two series, cookbooks and my essential pantry. I even made it easy to purchase out-of-print books by just clicking (my husband did that for me).

I was afraid to just write something. Now, every few months I get a hit on cookbooks or pantry and know it’s someone who’s writing a cookbook and using my research without asking. No, I’m not going to take those sites down because you may want to use them one day.

When I see that published cookbook with a list of recommended texts that is identical to mine, then I’ll worry about it and know that you know I published it years ago.

It has been a joy to write to and for you. I am not a gifted cook, writer, blogger or tech person. I tend to go off base but “cooking” with Dee could mean anything from politics to family traditions.

It has become more dangerous to print recipes because something I come up with may be in another’s cookbook I’ve never read. Mario Batali sued a Texas owner of Babbo, which means “grandfather,”  for many years, for using a name he recently came up with. I heard the owner changed the name to Mario’s.

I’ve heard of what lengths certain experts will go, to keep their recipes from being  altered in any way and published. In my mind, that stifles creativity and even makes me wonder if I can publish my mother’s 40 year-old collection of recipes, updating them, without my edits catching the eye of a litigious publisher.

Thus, my stories have been mainly about my relationship with food and the people who’ve nourished me, physically and emotionally, thoughout my life.

Perhaps it should be more about that. I’ll work on it along with menus for new adventures. Cookbooks should only take one part of the way. The rest is up to you. Cheers, Dee

The Neighborhood

All I can say is that it’s getting more competitive, in a good way.

We live in a neighborhood that has chefs and cooks and luckily we’re here in the worst weather and have dinner at each other’s home about every month or so.

One is the pastry chef for local hotels and she often brings by tastings of recipe tests.  Another works with her husband to create amazing meals and desserts.

As for me, I ask one of them to bring a dessert because I don’t bake.  I do cook, however, and hold my own on that one.  When in doubt I make a trifle or serve up the best vanilla ice cream I can get (my ice cream maker is in storage 1,600 miles away) and do a fruit puree then top with fresh fruit and a store-bought shortbread cookie.

Yes, we live in a good neighborhood with very nice neighbors who are here year-round.  And I love to create good food to serve to our neighbor-friends. Dee

Netflix Picks

Jim’s still moping around sick, and hasn’t shaved in three days. My work here is stymied and we’re not going anywhere this weekend so one of my instant picks on Netflix (one you don’t have to get in the mail) was Food, Inc.

It is a highly educational, sad, frightening look at most of the foods we eat today and the few companies who grow them, all of the institutional food companies denied interviews. We get a lot of our food locally through farmers markets six months of the year and through a local delivery company year-round. We even get fresh milk in glass (returnable) bottles, eggs, bacon, sausage, apple juice (unfiltered and fresh-squeezed) and orange juice delivered to our door weekly.

One thing I learned is that our food supply is not safe and the Feds are doing nothing about it; the second is harder to get through this thick skull, that if we consumers demand change, changes will be made. And enact Michael’s Law, which would allow (hopefully impel) the FDA to crack down on repeat health code violators who give salmonella and e coli to customers, sickening some and killing others.

The quality (or lack thereof) of the food we eat has a direct result on our wallets, our health, our future, our world. Good viewing, Dee

Interesting People

If you’re young and perhaps unsure of how to plan your future, talk to people. I remember when I was 16 on a beach in Florida, a dad spoke to me about how he planned his future. He asked me what I wanted to be and I didn’t know. He said he could have been a doctor or lawyer, but they only deal with problems. He chose to be an architect to realize peoples’ dreams. I’ve remembered that for a long time.

Most people don’t give a darn about their interns, I know I didn’t as they were just another weight on me. I should have been better and became better as a consultant and, on weekends, as a lead volunteer.

Today, my cooking only fulfills my husband’s dreams, and sates the appetites of our guests. We have the luxury of meeting interesting people all the time and savor the camaraderie and knowledge gained.

If you want to cook, find the finest chef and try to apprentice in his/her kitchen. If you want to do anything else, find the best and try to get an internship there. Before that, take the right courses in school. Challenge yourself. Math and science are the roads to success these days. Push yourself and after college/grad school you can choose what you want to do.

And if you’re in college or high school, surround yourself with interesting people. Don’t be in one group. And when you consider getting married……. that’s another post. Cheers! Dee

An Eocene Welcome

Finally the Greater Sandhill cranes, prehistoric birds, sounded out a tribute at 6:27 this morning. I’d like to think it a welcome to our vocal, guitar playing, songwriting Western gal visitor, Ms. Juni Fisher. Also hail to her on the journeys to come. When Zoe and I hit the trail this morning about 6:40 we heard warning noises which means we were only a few feet from the cranes. The grasses are so tall that we can’t see them. Another sign. Jim’s folks will be here for a week, in two days and I hope the cranes come out and can be seen and heard.

I’d like to thank Juni for re-kindling my interest in playing music. It’s been a long time since I’ve held a violin or touched the keys on a piano. She asked why I didn’t call before I bought a guitar. It was an impulse purchase of a learning guitar and I had no idea there were different sizes, woods, tones et al! I just went with what I had for the first couple of months and did research on a better guitar that fit me. I believe I’ve found it and she agrees. But she’s right. I should have called as there were any number of mistakes that could have been made. As it is she just said the neck should be adjusted a bit.

Last year pdxknitterati, a fellow blogger from the west coast, when told that Jim sang El Paso in a restaurant in Scotland at our going-away dinner, told me of Red Velvet Slippers, written and sung by Juni Fisher, a cowgirl poet. I downloaded the song and immediately my husband and I started making preparations for a surprise for his grandmother’s birthday. Juni came and sang and wowed everyone. We’re sorry pdx wasn’t there to join us but I sent her an inscribed CD.

Visitor season has begun! Jim’s folks arrive in two days and I have to run everything through “Neat Receipts” and box them and clear my desk so we can have a dining table. I’m not a shopper but yesterday we all went to the market and it was fun! We didn’t HAVE to get anything so it was fun to browse and everyone ended up with a special treat and lunch was very good at Bandit’s. Jim’s showing signs of a cold so I need to go check on him and feed Zoe. Cheers, Dee

AL&J

Two of my culinary mentors are English teachers. I’ve learned a lot from them about language, good books, food and life.

As friends go, we never see each other enough. When we visit they know how to treat a guest. Last time we were there we brought Jim’s parents and they were thoughtful to place them in the Civil War room in a local B&B. I’ve never met more considerate hosts and have learned a great deal from them.

L collects things, especially linens. I am lucky to be the recipient of a few of these treasures, but won’t let anyone put their hands on them! Every couple of months I take down the decorative towels, wash and iron them assiduously. Jim’s mom gave me another linen towel so that has joined the brace I had before, that are beautifully embroidered.

Both cook with love and abandon, and share recipes. When I was young I had to try something before I could ask the ingredients. That philosophy shaped my life and my cooking. I ate things, tried things I never would have thought of trying, especially in a small town.

I love you both, and ML and hope to see you all soon. You’re always in our hearts and minds. Love, Dee

Monday Morning

For the past few months I’ve had a welcome sign on our front door with bluebirds and leaves and a small cow bell that rings every time we open the door.  Husband Jim said he was tired of the bell clanging so I put up our holiday wreath of red sparkly balls that does not clang.

That was not enough.  I decided it was time to change our ecru duvet cover.  For the first time in a year, I put on Mom’s red paisley duvet cover she gave us a few years ago.  It brought back some warm, and some sad, thoughts.

It made me think of Scotland and the town of Paisley, which I never went to but the Glasgow airport was on the outskirts.  It made me think of flowers.

Flowers and food.  I haven’t been without flowers since Mom passed about six weeks ago.  First it was funeral arrangements, then small table arrangements, birthday, etc.  Yesterday I bought bright yellow spider mums and arranged them with orange and yellow alstroemeria (sp).  Mom did impart to me a love of flowers and since I can’t grow them, I buy them.

As to flowers and food, I have the following advice.  If it’s a table arrangement, make sure your guests can see each other around the table.  Avoid flowers with an intense aroma (cinnamon fragrance from star lilies, that will also stain great-grandma’s linen tablecloth).  As with scented candles, they can overwhelm the food.  Your guests are there for the food and company, not the flowers or candles.

Sometimes I buy long-stemmed unopened roses, cut about an inch off, and display them for a few days.  Then before guests arrive, I cut them way down and put them in a small vase on the table when they are perfectly open.  I’m no Martha Stewart, but do have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Thanksgiving is nearly upon us and though I’m a guest, I need to prepare spicy almonds and cashews and a few other items.  We’re staying with Jim’s parents, about a five-hour drive each way.  Thanksgiving is at Nanny’s, with probably 60 in attendance this year!

I have to Zoe-proof the new car (Jim doesn’t want me to get the dog barrier and thinks she’ll stay in the back on her own – his mother has already submitted an opposite opinion) and get her groomed and nails clipped so she doesn’t tear the seats when she inevitably jumps the seats to get to the front passenger seat to be petted by Jim and sleep at his feet.

We had a quiet weekend, with errands and home-improvement chores and driving about town, cleaning the car et al.  Now it’s time to get back to business.  Hope you have a great week and have your Thanksgiving menu planned.  Order your turkeys now!  Dee