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Recipes

Got any good ones? I mean any good, badly written ones. Permit me to elaborate.

My m-i-l is known for her delicious potato rolls. She’s always baking five dozen or so at a time for church event or family get-together, no matter who’s the host. Could you bring your potato rolls, sandwiches for fifty guests? Please?

She first showed me a recipe for these refrigerator rolls a couple of decades ago. It gave a few steps then said “go to church. When you get back, they should be ready.” What?

She just shared with me the original, published in a local paper decades earlier. Not only does it call for shortening twice, the second time it appeared it was in place of sugar. Then it goes like this: “Work it up good and put in refrigerator to rise until light. Put a wet cloth over it, then work down, and fix out anyway you want to cook it.” Huh? To someone who’s never made bread before, it must be like reading ancient Greek.

I had the luxury of putting myself through cooking school so I know a lot about how food works. I’ve never been much of a baker because my mother and sisters were, and that’s more of a science with exact rules to make something rise, for instance. Many of my recipes are familial lore, oft-practiced creations or seat-of-the-pants creations. I’m loath to write them in a recipe for a friend because it’s so difficult to put a feel (of dough) or taste in writing and make it come through understandably.

When a recipe is printed in a newspaper, however, one would think it would have some vetting, editing for clarity’s sake at least. So, I’m not speaking to you as a recipe-writing expert. Here I’m just trying to show how not to write a recipe.

Yesterday, at an alt-family Thanksiving my m-i-l was hand-writing her potato roll recipe for yet another guest, a wife of twenty years who has raised a family and still doesn’t know how to cook, especially making bread, so the recipe had to be exact. Two recipes, one with ingredients and the other with each detailed step described. I felt for her, knowing that no matter what the recipient did with the recipe, it would never have the je ne sais crois that M’s has for the past fifty-plus years she’s been making them. I’ve been cooking with her for twenty years and I’d never try to make her potato rolls.

This weekend we tried my seat-of-the-pants version of a breakfast bread. One recipe of M’s potato rolls, rolled out and spread with my cranberry sauce (that I also used for my creation of a Cranberry-Orange Trifle for the gang), then rolled up, made into a ring and split partway into 1″ slices before baking. It was gorgeous and very tasty, topped with a sheen of leftover buttercream. Yum.

My version, a riff on a published lemon blueberry trifle, mixes lemon-orange (7-Up) cake, orange syrup, cranberry sauce (homemade), homemade orange curd and whipped cream/orange curd mix garnished with candied orange slices. It was a hit. No, I’m not giving you the recipe. A fun thing to do, however, when you know the basics for a simple English trifle, is riffing on flavors. My most recent starts with a Ghirardelli brownie mix substituting espresso for the water. sliced in half crosswise. Layer brownie half in a trifle bowl (c’mon, it’s the easiest dessert and looks difficult and presents magnificently so spend $30 for a proper trifle bowl), spread on raspberry pie filling from a can, add a layer of homemade whipped cream and repeat. Top the upper layer of whipped cream with cocoa powder or chocolate curls. If the brownie mix is stale, no problem, brush some simple syrup on each layer before the berries and cream. Voila. Looks and tastes great.

It was a good weekend until my transmission failed on the trip home As Scarlett O’Hara would say, “tomorrow is another day.” Indeed. Cheers and submit Oopsie Recipes to me if you wish. Dee

Job Description

Day before Thanksgiving I get a Linked in message that gives me a job description I’m supposedly suited to take.

It says I can work in Human Resources and have the opportunity to experience the full cycle. It’s couched in different terms but it’s basically hiring to firing and that’s in the job description!

I’ve never worked HR so am not qualified for the role. I just found it interesting how people can be used, then thrown away. I know our maintenance folks and security and leasing. They are very good to me. I bring them meals and treats and our dog Zoe contributes doggie treats to the cupboard “cookie jar” for which she has to do tricks for access.

My butchers, produce people, supermarket checkers, everyone is a part of my world. Today all the butchers came out to say Happy Thanksgiving. It is a part of life. I bring them Texas Chili, Pedernales, Lady Bird Johnson and VP LBJ 1962 with JFK and 5,000 guests. It’s my riff. Yes, I grind my own beef and use special seasonings.

Sorry, Nanny, we couldn’t make it this time. We wish you all love and good wishes. We’re having a small chicken with stuffing, potatoes and brussels sprouts. And we’ll be thinking of all our famiily tomorrow, Thanksgiving and giving thanks. With much love from Dee

 

 

 

Giving Thanks

I wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving with family and friends.

Thanking mine, while not present, is difficult because we miss them. We love and give thanks to everyone.

My husband wants steak. Happy Thanksgiving! Dee

Menus

Why are menus so difficult? When I was freezing cold sitting under an arctic weight comforter many years ago with a coat and gloves in my small bedroom, separate thermostat up to 55 degrees for my presence (the others were at 45) I spread out cookbooks and melded tastes and textures and flavors for the perfect meal.

For a couple of years I was a professional “orphan” at Christmas. I was always the 7th to their six, even third to their two. For the past 13 years Thanksgiving is always at my husband’s grandmother’s, whom we both call Nanny. It is a feast of epic proportions and one to be very thankful for one’s participation.

We’ve been by ourselves on Christmas, sometimes being in a new town but we’re back. I love to welcome those with no parents, family halfway around the world, newcomers to town. In no way are they “orphans” but I do love to cook dinner for a few brave souls, usually neighbors, and try to make a menu for them.

These days one must ask allergies and dislikes and one dinner was kicked out immediately. As I age and get more experienced with menus and cooking I must also gauge cooking space in the oven and on the stove.

For those of you who’ve read me for a few years you may remember the capon debacle. Whole Foods, while I love it, will not carry capon. My mother used to make it for every special occasion except Thanksgiving and Christmas and with four kids and a husband, it was pretty much a monthly occasion and her butcher was easily prepared for it.

A few weeks ago I interviewed the head of http://www.roastgoose.com, Jim Schiltz, head of Shiltz Farms. They took on Wapsie Farms’ capon business. Jim, I have to tell you that I will do a goose in the future but right now we’re moving across country in a month and there is much to do and it does not include studying cooking or carving a goose or innovating many leftovers.

I will order a large capon for dinner for six. Make mashed potatoes and probably roasted carrots, steamed green beans. Appetizer undecided. Dessert would have to be cold and kept outside, covered because of no frig space or oven space to make a pie. Or I could make mincemeat tarts in advance. Capon would be stuffed under the skin with butter, s&p and herbs. Stuffed with sausage & apples and toasted wheat bread.

It’s a good feeling so far. I’m now sitting at the computer in 68 degrees next to several cold floor-to-ceiling windows (less than 1/2 degree per year). It reminds me of the old days. For three years we placed all our stuff in storage except for a couple dozen tech books for my husband’s work. I did without cookbooks. If there was anything new I needed ideas for, I looked it up online.

Now my cookbooks are back (at least for now) and to think of something, like Julia Child’s Uncle Hans’ City Scrapple and knowing just where to look it up is a comfort to me. There will never be a total replacement for books, at least while I’m on this earth.

Happy menu planning! My mother went through turkey for years before doing the traditional English feast of prime rib, Yorkshire pudding et al. To each his/her own. Enjoy the holidays. Cheers! Dee

Thanksgiving and Family

Now that Ebola is out of our hospitals please let us keep it in mind. We will need to fight it better than we did AIDS, that denial will hurt us forever.

Now I can stop watching the faux news which only hits on whether Black Friday or Cyber Monday is the best shopping day. Now they all say it’s Thanksgiving Day.

Sorry, Nanny, thanks for the turkey, I don’t have time for dessert as the mall is calling and these are the best deals of the season. Retailers, you’re spoiling perhaps the one day a year when families get together and share a meal.

Hey, folks, instead of going to the mall, how about leaving the table after dessert and clean-up and instead of watching football, help plant trees or build a home. Or just stay home and play outdoor Qube, as we do.

I plan to be at my in-laws at least three days before Thanksgiving, to cook and visit family before my husband arrives. That’s what we do every year. I would never get up from Nanny’s table mid-meal and leave to go shopping.

Shop for what? My husband and I do not celebrate birthdays, holidays or anniversaries. Why buy extra stuff we don’t need? Before we married I made him promise not to buy me little things, Hummell  figurines or dogs, cats or angels. I mistakenly told a relative the other day, and it was agreed that it’s just more s*** to dust.

We’re on our own and not even together right now due to a contract. The most important thing we can give to our familes is enjoying time together. To me, that’s way more important than a great deal on that sweater or a pair of Jimmy Choo’s. Hug your family this holiday season. Dee

Thanksgiving

is different this year. My husband has been gone for nearly four months on a contract consulting gig across the country. I’m holding down the fort.

Great news is that he’ll be home in a few days, briefly, then meet me at Nanny’s 1,500 miles away for Thanksgiving. Sadly, I’m driving his car there and he’ll take it the rest of the way. He flies in, I fly home.

There is something to say for strategic planning. I’m not good at cards or picture puzzles but give me a problem and I’ll think about it and find ten ways to do it then awaken at 3 a.m. and have it down. Outside the box.

Interestingly my husband and I often come up to the same or very similar conclusion even though we go through very different mental processes to get there. He’s left brain/physics and I’m right brain/liberal arts. Yes, I’m sinistre and he’s dextrous, as handwriting is concerned.

The puzzle is that I can bring anything I want to Thanksgiving in the car and take as little as possible back on a plane or planes. My husband’s task is to take as little on a plane as possible to me at our shared destination while having enough casual clothing for Nanny’s, then driving with everything I think he needs for the next few months (simple things like a winter jacket and perhaps some corduroy trousers for weekends).

We bought my mother-in-law a 1957 Necchi sewing machine, gorgeous, all metal. It’s in the car. So is 25 pounds of food. There’s another wrinkle to this puzzle. The dog can’t know I’m leaving so I’m taking one thing out at a time. Yes, she will have a responsible young woman staying here with her but gets upset when my husband and I leave with suitcases.

Thanksgiving has led me to many thoughts of food, as I started 12 years ago as a girlfriend who brought some spiced almonds and cashews to place on Nanny’s kitchen table for noshing. I’m a northerner in southern territory and would not even think to make a side dish or dessert and compete with the southern ladies.

Now there are at least 35 desserts but as a 12 year wife I get to bring up to seven dishes, melding the war of northern aggression with the south that will rise again. M-I-L and I literally dance around the kitchen for days cooking.

This year, I’m just getting started: spicy almonds and cashews (Epicurious); boursin and toasts; Dee’s marinated Kalamata olives; cranberry spread; brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin; corn and chorizo casserole; and mincemeat tarts.

There’s always a lot of meat at these gatherings and as we all age some of us and younger generations want to be at least part-time vegetarians. I help out in that regard. No, I do not put a sprig of parsley on a meaty plate. Nor do I place naked broccoli on a platter. With sixty guests there are vegetarians and I like to provide something satisfactory. It may not be the healthiest meal in the world but it’ll be tasty and perhaps have some toasted pine nuts in/on it and some Parm.

There are gifts in the offing as well, but I cannot tell of that, as I look forward to our annual family gathering. Cheers! Dee

ps I went to the bank and got $20 in quarters. Last time I went through this stretch of road there were no people, I’d run out of quarters so threw the toll booth a dollar bill. Their receipts added up at the end of the day but for two years I’ve kept the receipt in case there’s a warrant out for my arrest.

pps Italian change purse from Dad. $20 in quarters for toll booths. In the car. I’ll keep secretly packing from the dog, another week and a half. D

 

 

Retro

There are good and bad things in going retro. Good is a 1957 Necchi Italian sewing machine for my mother-in-law. I plan to drive it to Texas in a few weeks. Italian lines, all metal, bells and whistles no one else had back in the day as in the first zig zag stitch ever.

My husband’s family provides an additional grounding that adds to my upbringing. My father was a “hobby farmer” without hobby livestock. My in-laws bring in dairy and cattle and a place in which I love to cook for days on end with Jim’s mom.

My husband and I have been separated because of work for three months. He’s going back to his bachelor tendencies and I’m becoming more insular and even forgetting what it is like to be married and have conversations and live together.

How was your day, dear? Now he calls me from the car. 20 minutes per day. All I can say is that this is not what I signed up for nearly 12 years ago. The dog provides me routine, two meals, four walks per day and monkey ball every once in a while.

Thanksgiving, we’ll meet again at the annual family gathering. I can’t wait. It’ll take a lot of planning but I think we’re up to it.

Neighbors check in every once in a while. Jim’s family calls. It’s not the same as having my husband at home with us, playing games, watching movies, walking the dog or going out to lunch. I miss him. So I plan to get him his car to take care of the rental expense. I’m having it taken care of now so it’s good for a long time. So are we, we just miss each other. Dee

Gifts

are things we give to people we love, and Thanksgiving is the best time as that’s when Nanny has her family fest for 60 folks. A couple of years ago we got the kids an outdoor game I don’t know how to play – I was just a cheerleader, for both sides, of course.

We don’t usually do holiday gifts. A few years ago we got our nieces and nephew three old-school games: Tinker Toys; Jenga; and Scrabble. We always liked encouraging them to think.

Jim’s MIA this year working in the land of fruits and nuts so I’m doing my own thing. Right now I’m focusing on the three kids and Grandma M. No, I can’t tell you or they’ll know! Tell you later once I figure out if something will fit in my car. Cheers, Dee

College Days

Yes, my husband brought Mary Lou home from college for a visit. That was his BMW motorcycle. Or the Honda Civic, I don’t think she had a name. He was ready after the weekend to go back to Aggie-land and looked into Mom’s frig for things to take along.

He hit the mother lode. A two-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper stashed away in the back of a second frig. They live in a dry county in TX. Back in the day, his mother baked all the wedding cakes for the community. She has an album of all the cakes she’s crafted. My husband got about a mile down the road, and took a swig of his newfound Dr. Pepper. Straight vanilla extract preserved in brandy. Ech! Serves him right for stealing! I hope he at least snagged a sandwich!

As we plan for my 10th Thanksgiving with 60 of his family members, I think of the cooking marathons his mother and I have. We can go for days. There are usually at least nine of us at the ranch, let’s say 9-14 and they need to be fed more that just Thanksgiving supper at Nanny’s.

People like us who fly in aren’t supposed to bring anything, but we used to drive in and when family gets used to something, they want it every year.

At first I was frightened of all the gals and “the line” and all the desserts (I don’t bake). I decided after the first year, pre-marriage, brought in for the five-day job interview, that I’d stick to the kitchen table.

After dishes are done, many of the women hang out at a large table in the kitchen while the guys watch The Game (Aggies vs. UT of course and they’re all Aggies). There’s always a crudite platter and chips. I added spicy almonds and cashews, boursin (homemade with his mothers’ herbs) and then spinach balls.

One year I added mincemeat tarts to the dessert table, thinking they’d not go over well because they’re so Brit.  They did so are back every year. Last year I added a vegetarian dish to “the line,” a brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin that was a hit. This year if there is time I’d like to add a new corn pudding. So that’s six dishes from an out-of-towner.

What does my husband do while we cook? He hangs out with father and brother and splits wood or mends fences. On Thanksgiving day? A couple of years ago he took up balloon twisting and there are always Nanny’s new “great-grands” to consider so he’s always on call for that. Otherwise, he’s not that into the game and usually hangs out with moms and kids and Uncle Steve.

Thanksgiving is a male/female thing. The men do nothing. The women prepare, serve, clean up, hang out, re-heat, serve and clean up again.

We’re thinking of taking the train in this year. Last year’s drive and dog-cation was a disaster. We were so glad to say hello, dump the dog with mom and dad and escape for a slice of pizza without her! Do not try to have your dog in a pet-friendly hotel downtown in a big city. There’s no-where to walk her, you have to sign to say she will never be left in the hotel room alone, no restaurant will have her even on the patio, and it’s too hot to have her in the car. Solution? Send husband next door for takeout and eat in the room. Or stay outside of town in a two-star and forget Graceland.

Drive all day and eat in the room with the dog equals dog-cation. Not for me. This year she stays with someone or someone stays here with her. She loves this lady and will be fine without us for a few days. Downside is that Amtrak has no wi-fi so my husband will have to work off-line or use his cell phone tower to tower. Also even though we’ll have our own space to sit and view and take photos (hi Stevie, we’re on the train and this is where Abe Lincoln was born) and sleep, the bathroom is down the hall unless a larger room opens up (we’re on the list). It’s only overnight and we can shower when we get to the ranch.

I’m going retro tonight with a cauliflower mold with Mornay sauce, some Polska Kielbasa hot off the grill with grainy mustard, and Rosti, a Swiss potato cake. Ah, childhood memories. My father grew up eating and of course speaking German even though he was born in the USA.

Kugelhopf. I believe my mother made it as a quick bread. I asked her for the recipe for 40 years. No. There is none. Can I watch you make it? Maybe. It never happened and she’s gone five years now and I’ve lost that, along with our family’s favorite, Viennese Chocolate Pecan Torte that each of us got for our birthday.

I’ll work on the kugelhopf first. For years I haven’t had luck re-creating it online and I don’t bake but love it over the holidays. I’m also thinking of making my sisters’ Hungarian Coffee Cake (a Christmas breakfast staple) and my version of chocolate-hazelnut panforte for here and gifts. Carpe diem, Dee

ps I’m also thinking of a cranberry-orange trifle.

Snow and Turkeys

It is September 18, a Wednesday. My husband called from work at 9:45 this morning to schedule something. I had the dishwasher and washing machine running at the same time so ran for my desk for some peace and quiet next to the window on a high floor, well for here, anyway.

Sometimes nature has to give a person a wake-up call. It was pouring down rain and all of a sudden for about 15 seconds there were tiny snowflakes floating by and two big birds, and one little one across our major street.

They were trying to cross the road. There are wild turkeys out here in the near-town suburbs! After six months of my hard work and a couple of nasty (human) fatalities in the neighborhood, the city finally started curb cuts and crosswalks. Now for the past few weeks we’ve had one but now cars speed up with me and our little hipless dog out there, don’t slow or stop.

The three made it across the road and all of a sudden a fourth, another little one, must have yelled “Mom! Dad! Don’t leave me!” and he/she parted traffic as if were the Red Sea and made it back to the family.

What nature reminds me of is that this weekend we need to get flights to Nanny’s for Thanksgiving. The dog will be taken care of. Just think of snow and turkeys and Thanksgiving. Do not fret, the wild turkeys here are safe, from us anyway.

Last year we drove for three days to get to Thanksgiving, with said dog. We call it the dog-cation because my husband insisted on staying inside major cities en route and I’d rather stay in a 2.5 star off the highway where I can actually take her for walks and it’s cool enough to park the car right outside the windows of a burger place so we can keep an eye on her. Now hotels make dog owners sign complicated papers that prohibit ever leaving your dog in the room. Not that we would as she’d rather be in the car or with her pack.

It was a good visit (we left her with my in-laws shortly after arriving and went out for pizza, alone). The road to and from was not easy and so we’ll leave her with someone she loves and fly this time. Depending upon flights, that will leave me plenty of time to cook up some great dishes with my mother-in-law, which we only get to do once a year now.

Said m-i-l was disappointed that our dog would not be there this year because she’s great at picking up the occasional crumb from the kitchen floor! Cheers and make your arrangements soon to see family for the holidays. Dee

ps My dishes this year are expected to include: boursin and crackers; spinach balls if B isn’t making them from the recipe I gave her when she married into the family; mincemeat tarts, a staple in my family; [Oh, heavens, it’s snowing again!] brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin (a big hit last year); and perhaps a corn pudding that has done well with folks around here but hasn’t made it yet south of the Red River.

pps After Thanksgiving it may be time to cook up a big batch of chili with some homemade cornbread. Where better to grind and cook beef than a cattle ranch! Oh, as an honorary Texan I’ll tell you that LBJ and Lady Bird served a version of this chili to JFK and 5,000 guests at their ranch outside Austin in summer 1962. Of COURSE there are no beans in my chili. I know I’d be drummed out of the family if I went and did that!