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Grilling

Yes, now that summer is over, we have a new grill and a new sunflower plant outdoors. Since we did not grill we ended up with spider parents and a thousand babies that my husband killed a couple of weeks ago.

He made a mess of the exterior windows, which I’ll take care of, and I also got us on “spider patrol” because lots of folks have had spider problems this year. The gnat population may have abated, a good thing for me but spider bites are worse.

The new grill. I tried to ruin it first time out with one of my favorite dishes, Lamb Robert from Chef Jacques Pepin. I cleaned the life out of it. Now I have the grates clean and a “dog towel” on top with bungee cords to hold it down to protect from weather. We’re in a wind zone.

Tonight I’d like to make skirt steak with a chimichurri sauce based on one from Tyler Florence. Also, a nice fresh salad chosen by my husband, and latkes. I’ve potatoes, flour, eggs et al, even scallions and may need some sour cream and perhaps applesauce, for me, breakfast with yogurt and a banana.

There are things I must do; list, and follow the list. My husband will be away for two weeks, his uncle died and funeral is over the weekend way away. He only has a day, I’m not going and he’s flying right back to work. Also, my father has cancer and will be undergoing treatment far away forthwith.

Next time my father and I meet should be later this month, husband the same. One thing I always wanted to cook for Dad is pancakes. He made them every week after church when I was a kid, with a small side of bacon or sausage.

Well, my husband now has a recipe that calls for beaten egg whites and I add vanilla and they’re tasty with my amber maple syrup. Plus bacon or sausage, of course. I’d love to treat Dad to these pancakes. How would I know my brilliant husband would actually listen and become a dilettante chef of a few key items?

He doesn’t know how to choose a dinner menu for a party, or shop, except for strange fruit or ice cream. He’s a last-minute guy who looks up a recipe and sees if I’ve the stuff to help him make it. Then he’s gung-ho. I don’t mind being sous-chef a few moments a week.

Yes, put a bit of the whites in to temper the mixture, then use the spatula to fold in the egg whites I just beat to stiff peaks for you. Yes, chef.

He mans the grill. Overcooks everything but now has the instant pen and I just tell him the target degree. He tries. His parents ran a dairy for 30 years and now a ranch. They eat all their meat well-done. I think that does a disservice to cattle. Medium well, not for me. Medium rare, taste what you’re eating if you eat meat, or anything.

Plain yogurt? Make a cold summer soup with cucumbers (English) in the blender or food processor with lemon, salt and pepper. Chill and serve. As an alternive solution, add vanilla to the yogurt, honey and granola and berries. Breakfast. Make it taste like something. Cheers, Happy Labor Day! Dee

Bachelors

Ladies, you should have seen this cute guy at the meat counter at the grocery. He specified two pork chops on the bone. He remembered seeing me around. I recommended a peach salsa I created last week. He said he really doesn’t cook.

Of course I thought he had a hot date tonight and might be on the marriage track. He’s nearly young enough to be my son, so don’t get any ideas there, I’m happily married.

I asked about a peach salsa to put atop the pork chops when grilled. He said no. Then I ran into him in the elevator and told him I’d whip up some peach/shallot/honey and sriracha salsa.

I tried to match a name to his home with no luck and for the third time today, he walked in the door and asked “is this my sauce?” Unfortunately he was eating both pork chops himself before going out later tonight with his buddies.

Once he tastes this salsa he’ll cook for the right woman and be on the marriage track. I Dee-guarantee it.

He said he wanted to pay me back, in pet wee wee pads. I told him our 11.5 year old Zoe will never pee in the house or on the deck. Maybe in 6-7 years he’ll have a client. It was kind of him to offer. Cheers and hoping for good results for pet folk and single gents alike. All he has to do is man the grill and make a salad, open a bottle of wine and say cheers! Bella Ragazza, hi beautiful girl, Dee

How Intuitive is your Canine?

That’s what Cesar Millan sent via email today.  I’m embarassed to say that our dog never looks up.  She knew my mother-in-law was leaving for the airport.  We had painters here so I planned to take her along for the ride.

Zoe (the dog) hates it when people pack, as she seems to know she’s going to be left behind.  She loves the 8 year-old girl who cares for her when we’re out of town, but I try to always take her there BEFORE I start packing so she gets to see her pal and barely even looks as we drive out of the driveway.

So here we are, all packed up and I drive a SUV with a big back gate.  What does Zoe do?  Hurls herself against the CLOSED car gate.  It had to hurt, poor thing.  She was so excited to go and insecure about being left behind that she made the jump before I was able to open up to her “canine condo in back, with a 4” orthopedic bed, water bowl and secure tie-down.

Once we were on the highway, she laid down and went to sleep – she’s a great car dog.  As soon as I touch the brakes in the exit lane, she pops her head up and looks around, and she always knows when we’re in the neighborhood, open windows or not.

A note on grilling.  Someone asked us this week whether we grill in the rain or, heaven forbid, in the winter!  Heck yeah!  Shovel a path and we’ll grill burgers or steaks or kofta kebabs.  Thunder and lightning?  Pull the grill up to the slider, a few raindrops on a side of Sockeye Salmon won’t matter.  That’s what I made for my mother-in-law last week (husband had a club steak from the Ranch).

Not only do we grill in inclement weather, we ship meat, like the Ranch steaks from Jim’s father’s spread.  Also BBQ, on dry ice.  We’ve even Fed Ex’d BBQ to New York from The Salt Lick south of Austin TX to feed my family on my dad’s 75th birthday.  Jim didn’t mind my spending $$$ on the food, only that the Fed Ex bill was 75% extra!

Someday I’ll have my Big Green Egg – no charcoal grills or smokers are allowed here.  We have a wimpy grill but it’s small and fits on the deck.

Hear me, grill wimps… you can grill any day of the year.  Now if I had a smoker and had to tend brisket for 13 hours like Jim’s Uncle Bobby makes, weather might make a difference.  We just like grilled food, including Steven Raichlen’s Grilled Fry Bread (check bbqu.com) which is delicious with kabobs or dipped in olive oil with salt, pepper and some red pepper flakes.

Summer may be nearly over and the kids are back in school, but there’s still time to grill, year-round even in the snow.  Keep cooking and share any good recipes right here.  Cheers, Dee

Country “Aromas”

We had lovely steaks from husband’s folks ranch in TX last night, with grilled pattypan squash, grilled radicchio and my new fry bread, that is also grilled.

The fry bread was served with seasoned olive oil or a Greek olive tapenade I picked up at World Market this morning on a whim.  The bread was a hit, of course, but the tapenade could use some more kick.

All seems to be going well with m-i-l and hope she’s happy with what we have later today.  Yes, I was up at 4 a.m.  We had the slider open and there was a foul odor outside, didn’t smell like skunk.  I closed it  and realized I had to thaw out sausages for breakfast this morning and an entire side of salmon for dinner.  So here I am.

Speaking of foul odors, our dog Zoe was out with a friend last night before dinner and both of them rolled on the grass, where a dead thing had been.  Dinner was suspended until we could run Z through a bath so now she needs a combing out…

Smells actually awaken me, especially nasty ones through an open window (and I love open windows).  Luckily they do otherwise my husband would be drenched in skunkage.

M-i-l and I found an artist’s studio in a nearby mountain town, gorgeous building he designed, and bought a few little things.  My husband grew up on a dairy and there are a couple of paintings of a little boy with a dog and dairy cows (I bought a card and framed it today) and one I really want of a boy standing by a stop sign waiting for the school bus with his dog.  His real dog used to take Jim and his little brother to the bus in the morning and go back and collect them in the afternoon.

We have enjoyed living in major cities.  We love the country and our views.  So if a skunk lets go in the middle of the night, so be it.  I’m a little bit country, a little bit of rock and roll.  Cheers, Dee

p.s.  I’ve looked all over for the new Jeff Bridges cd and no-one has it so iTunes is the way to go on that one.  He says it’s half “Bad Blake” music from Crazy Heart that didn’t make it into the film.