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Sidelined

It’s been a difficult few weeks. I’ve been ill, my husband has been away for longer than ever, and the dog, while I am keeping to her schedule, has been sick but is OK even though she sleeps by the door either waiting for him to come home or to keep me from leaving too.

But I’ve a job to do and a two week trial period.

This is what I’d like to do if I had all the time and money in the world:

Make a perfect Simca Beck cassoulet for my father;

make a sublime beef bourgionon for my husband a la Julia Child;

give my aunts a smoker and make some killer ribs and brisket together;

help my in-laws finish their new place and finally get the recipe for M’s potato rolls.

find my mother’s Viennese Chocolate Pecan Torte recipe and share it with my siblings;

have every copy of James Beard’s Theory and Practice of Good Cooking, because I love his method and think most cooking instructors are frauds, of course you know I give TPGC as wedding gifts and they’re out of print; and

know that I stopped this blog at 1,000 posts and now have over 2,000 and I need to keep cooking. Tonight as J is away I get to make a vegetarian pizza.

Dough is 1.5 c Italian 00 flour with 1/2 cup warm water, you know the drill. It’s on the blog. I’m going to roast some garlic and saute some spinach and add a bit of goat cheese and artichoke hearts. There’s no guy here so no need for pepperoni on the pizza! I’m eating fish and veg. Cheers, Dee

 

If Wishes Were Horses

I never knew what that meant. I’ve had a “bucket list” in my head since the day I was born. Don’t know when I’ll do things but at my age it’s about time to start.

Julia Child will take me to Paris and perhaps along the Rhone on a barge with picnic baskets with baguettes and sausages and cheeses,

Peggy Markel will take me through Florence and Tuscany and Sandro the baker will sing for me again. Luca will be charming at Maremma.

James Beard will show me the Pacific Northwest in all its glory.

Calvin Trillin and his Tummy Trilogy will tell me in detail about Kansas City BBQ and the economic laws of Alice.

I will finally get to the Salt Lick in Driftwood TX. I may live there.

Alice Waters will show me her latest kick, as will Rick Bayless. He’ll spend 25 years teaching me mole.

I will not open a restaurant and Gordon Ramsay will not be there.

Eric Ripert will come here and cook us dinner for our 10th anniversary.

If wishes were horses……. Dee

Short Ribs

First time I ever bought or cooked them. My sole experience is watching Top Chef with pressure cookers. I don’t have one so just winged it. I never saw these at our butcher counters as a kid so this is new.

I knew the bones weigh a lot so I bought three ribs (we ate 2). First I sauteed some onions and garlic while I parboiled two potatoes. Then I floured the ribs and browned them on all sides. Then I put everything into a baking pan, tossed in some Tuscan red wine, covered it and baked it for about two hours.

It was good! I had carrots and should have parboiled them with the potatoes but the pan was fully loaded. Next time. Listen to James Beard in one of my favorite cookbooks of all time (it’s on my list but you’ll have to look it up on Cookbooks and click), James Beard’s Theory and Practice of Good Cooking. If you know how to braise and what to braise, you can make up your own recipe. If you’re trained as a French chef. NO! You just have to know techniques and ingredients.

Do not be afraid of food. If your mom or dad were great cooks, just remember those childhood smells and tastes and re-create them. Then do your own riff on it and put it in your recipe file.

Next time I’ll make sure the oven is calibrated and probably leave it in for another hour to make the ribs mouthwatering-ly tender. My dear husband says that it takes me three times to perfect a dish. I don’t agree. But my first try with short ribs, he said “That was GOOD!” No, the dog doesn’t get these leftovers. Cheers, Dee

Young Love

My husband’s niece got married last week, across the country from us and we couldn’t attend.  She didn’t have much of a wish list in terms of registry, as her husband’s culture doesn’t know that tangible and tacky fact of American society, so we went off the menu.

We would never give cash, though others did.  Both of their families love to cook and I know that they were already given knives.  So I gave them two of my favorite cookbooks.  I always give an out-of-print edition of James Beard’s Theory and Practice of Good Cooking to any bride/groom I know and love.

I added Julia Child’s The Way To Cook, to round it out and provide photos for some classic French recipes and others.

They got a new place to live, and are looking for furniture this weekend to make their new house a home.  I hope they have a shelf for two cookbooks they’ll have for a lifetime.  Here’s to promoting young love, Dee

Netflix

Every once in a while my dear husband tucks in a video I may like and now that is Julia Child: The French Chef, disc 3. I remember why I loved her on TV and in her books, and I have many of them, all in storage. Now I have a library card and am eyeing The Way To Cook just to get the recipe in my book for scrapple (I believe it is Uncle Hans City Scrapple). I moved here with none of my cookbooks, which are literary material for me as well as ideas for recipes.

Omelets are next, I skipped the cakes as I don’t bake. Then we’ll send the disc back to Netflix and Julia will be gone. I’d love to think that several chefs are with me on my culinary journey: Julia Child; Simone “Simca” Beck; and James Beard. As to chefs that live today it would be Eric Ripert and Rick Bayless for their tireless efforts to improve their craft. What they do is excellent but they still want to be better and if I was that gifted I’d be flying right now.

My husband endures my culinary passions because he loves dinner, the fact that I actually cook him breakfast and dinner, and that he gets to talk about tech stuff too. He loves Alton Brown because it’s science, so he thinks a robot can cook his dinner. He is learning more about food and cooking, and no robots are involved. Cheers! Dee