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Orange Food

Someone told me never eat maroon food.

Tonight we at lunch at 3:00 after going to a wonderful museum in Oshkosh WI, it was the EAA Airventure Museum. Very well done and great gift shop as well.

As I had part of a ribeye petite steak (the dog got the rest for her dinner) we ate light this evening. Well, I did, anyway. My husband put away about a pound of my TX chili.

I ate a butternut squash puree I made the other day from pizza fixings from last weekend, and ended with a tiny cup of Italian blood orange sorbet. Orange food. Not maroon.

A black radish is sitting in a colander on the counter, the strangest thing I saw at the grocery the other day so I knew my husband would want one. It’s supposed to be thinly shaved on a salad or stewed. I’d rather cut it as thin as I can and go the salad route.

Please hang on to life, new experiences, surprise people you love and eat new things especially fruit and veg. I never thought I’d give in to fate but for 20 years I have done so. It tells me what to do with our lives, and whether something is right or wrong. It’s just a feeling in my heart that my mathematical genius husband does not have. When it’s really right or wrong, at a point I just know.

The other day I brought food into the grocery and treated my butchers to what they have sold me over the past week. While no-one has thanked me yet, those butchers who weren’t there that day heard all about it.

Stir things up! Make your voice heard. It took me a long time to be confident enough to do that. I call out politicians sometimes. It’s our country and they are supposed to represent us. It is, after all, a representative democracy. One would not know that these days.

One three year-old has captured my heart and wants a cooking lesson. She had pizza with sauce, cheese, caramelized sweet onions, marinated Kalamata olives, pepperoni and toasted pignoli. She just put her hands in and decided what she wanted.

I grew up in an era of canned cream of celery or mushroom soup instead of bechamel and fully intend to make a tuna souffle I haven’t made since age 16 without my “wing man” or recipe. I need to teach this kid about food and already have a ladies’ lunch planned with three five-minute lessons that she can take home.

The butternut puree and sorbet were good for me. Let’s say goodnight, Gracie. Dee

Dee’s Olives

I never grew up eating olives as a kid, only put one in my dad’s martini when he arrived home, green with pimento. I didn’t know that it was red bell pepper at the time. But even under age ten, I made a mean vodka martini, at least Dad said that because I couldn’t taste it.

Olives were foreign to me until I tasted the Kalamata. Meaty, juicy. So go to the olive bar (do not buy jarred olives unless you must) and get a container of Kalamata olives, pitted.

Why pitted? Why do the French take all the meat out of a lobster, cook it, and place the shells to look like the lobster is still alive? So that guests do not have to deal with pits or shells.

When you arrive home, drain the olives of brine. Get a container. I usually add fresh rosemary, thyme, crushed garlic, pepper flakes, and whatever else will flavor it. I usually use an old mason jar. Mix it up in a bowl and add to the jar. Cover completely with a very good olive oil. Keep on the counter at least two days.

Save a brined olive or two to test against the marinated ones. You’ll notice the difference. SAVE THE OIL! I use only extra virgin olive oil from Italy or Greece.

This is a win win situation for olives and you. Cheers! Dee