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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

Just a Trifle

There was a unanimous vote from New Years hosts (our Christmas guests) that I make Trifle, again. I did and it was enjoyed by all the guests.

Years ago my husband asked me last-minute to make a berry trifle for the office. I did. I put it together at six in the morning for a 9:00 meeting.

Instead of saying “Thank you, dear” he told me it was a lot easier than stopping for doughnuts.

Ah, just a trifle. Dee

Three “S”

Fast work here, for our guests who left early, hopefully not because of my cooking. Our nephew made a trifle for a dear grandma who lent him a sled.

Soup, sandwich and a salad. We had dressing our nephew made for a Caesar the day before, ham and cheese sandwiches and soup. My husband picked up fresh bread and I had everything ready to go. Well, to eat quickly before they left town.

I also made a goody bag with corn bread, banana bread, semi-trifle (tiny aluminum pans only allowed one layer), cheese and crackers, and a big “sippy cup” of water for the road.

Having guests is wonderful. Having one’s own home back is good, too and we were more tired than we thought.

Special note to our nephew – Zoe misses you! 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.

Hoarding Mincemeat

It was in one store but was sold out way before Thanksgiving last year! I found a jar a few weeks ago and should go back and get more.

Before you say “ick” and “gross” know that most of the jarred mincemeat these days does not include meat and now they even give you the choice of brandy or no brandy. I say brandy, which infuses and sets the dried fruits and raisins that make this particularly British dessert.

Mom had two glasses to cut her pastry (I’ve given you the pastry recipe, for certain) and placed the bottom layer of pastry in a regularly sized muffin pan, filled it with her precise amount of mincemeat filling and added the top, or “hat,” according to my Aunt.

You’ll see my mincemeat woes as I now decorate my family’s pantries with jars of it, hopefully in the off-season so we’re ready to go over the holidays. Yes, I spent 2X the amount to FexEx it halfway across the country only to find out they had it already.

If you ask my husband’s family, it is an acquired taste, along with lebkuchen, that they have not yet acquired. Husband Jim can take more cayenne than I, yet I can take more nutmeg and cloves. I think that’s partly a Southern thing.

In the meantime, I’ll see if I can find some more mincemeat now so I don’t have to go crazy looking for it in November. I was just thinking of a trifle with mincemeat, applesauce, and nutmeg-spiced whipped cream. It sounds holiday-ish to me. Cheers! Dee

Cool Weather, Warm Hearth

It was a lovely weekend, temps up to nearly 60 degrees and blue skies that did not stop. It was actually the moon that awakened me in the early hours of the morning. Our upstairs deck was so bright it looked almost like the sun was shining. Stars are out and it’s 40 degrees (it’s been in the 20’s lately at night) so it may be warm again tomorrow.

We spent the weekend looking for a car, again. Tech support for Jim’s parents, who upgraded to a Mac this weekend and while set-up has its glitches, once they get going their son’s tech support will be minimal. Margie had fits with both her old PC and internet service and has now changed both for the better.

With the balmy weather we cooked out both nights over the weekend. NY Strips from our door-to-door organic vendor on Saturday with sliced tomatoes (olive oil, oregano, salt and pepper), corn and baked potatoes. Last night I made baby back ribs mainly inside with a basic dry rub, then grilled with BBQ sauce for five minutes. That was served with salad and scalloped potatoes. Yum.

Now we have to turn our sights to pot roasts and winter meals. Also the first Thanksgiving I’ll ever cook alone (a lonely thought but one that may include plans for interesting soups and sandwiches afterwards). Years ago I read of Frank Sinatra’s recipe for chicken and sausage. I made it once but it called for 1 cup of olive oil for a dish that served four. Even 20 years ago I didn’t do that. New ideas are needed. As Jim can’t eat fish, any focus on chicken and pork is better than too much beef.

Tonight we’ve got the heat on. It’s finally warm down here at my desk with the vent at my feet. It’s time for slippers and a cardigan. I can’t turn on the fire because it’ll suck the heat out of the bedroom and Jim will freeze.

Trifle. I’ve made four in my lifetime. One many years ago, one last year for a surprise concert for Nanny, and two in the past week. Now I’ve another to make this week and am ready for the challenge. I made up a recipe the other day to bring to some of the guys at Jim’s work. Three layers. I found a cranberry-pecan bread from the delivery folks a couple of weeks ago and immediately froze it. Then I figured… cranberries. The only thing I didn’t do was brush the bread with liqueur (for this I would have used Grand Marnier) because many are Mormon.

So I layered a trifle bowl (under $15 at Bed, Bath and Beyone or even Sur La Table) with thinly-sliced bread, using whole slices then cutting to fit. I made cranberry sauce of 2# fresh cranberries, juice and zest from one orange and 3/4 cup sugar. I made whipped cream and added 1/4 c sugar to 3c cream plus orange zest and 1T fresh orange juice at the end. Add fresh berries to the top and some orange rind.

Layer the bread (as indicated), 1/3 of the cranberry mixture and 1/3 of the whipped cream, repeat two times and finish with berries and orange segments or zest or both. I used whatever berries I could find: raspberries; blackberries; and a few pomegranate seeds I had leftover from the last trifle. It still helps to brush the bread with a syrup of sorts, even orange juice for this one.

This week I’m going back to a version of Tyler Florence’s lemon-berry trifle (find it on http://www.foodnetwork.com) with store-bought pound cake and lemon curd. The blueberries are gone now, but I’ll make do. Hey, have a great week! Dee

Making Do

It’s tough moving to a new town with no idea where you’re going to live for a short period of time. Fully furnished place, all of our dear belongings in storage 1,500 miles away. When I need a kitchen item it’s a thought process that makes me ask myself: do I really need this?; is this a complement to what I have in storage or merely a duplicate?’ and when am I getting my stuff back.

The peeler was easy. It was a cheap grocery store metal peeler that cannot be used by a leftie like me. I couldn’t find the OXO I have in storage so got a Kitchenaid instead. I have a great meat pounder from Sur La Table that makes my chicken saltimbocca a breeze, but it’s in storage. We had to pick up another a couple of weeks ago because I really wanted to make that dish. The mixer. I bought it to whip cream for trifle that I made and need to make more (also the additional trifle bowl for $10). I justified the $40 mixer because my 5 qt. Kitchenaid stand mixer is in storage, and there are times when I weigh the option of whether I want to wash all that stuff by hand. Two blades are nothing.

So, we go along and get along in the cooking arena, not as well office-wise but I’m trying to minimize paperwork and all our bills are done electronically. Camera, now a couple of years old (I lent my other to my sister, never to be seen again) is digital so I’m working on this.

We would like this size or slightly larger place but with a two-car garage. Jim got a ding on his windshield last week and it’ll be repaired tomorrow at no cost to us and no deductible but it has to stay in the one-car garage overnight and my car has to go elsewhere and it’s going to snow.

So, we’re making do with what we’ve got. We brought very little with us seven months ago and have had to get a few shirts and socks and basics for both of us. Aside from my kitchen and office, I really miss our quilts, one Civil war-era and the other hand-made by Margie, Jim’s mom. They always helped make our house a home, and since she’s guarding them for us, will do so once again. Cheers, Dee

Concord Grape Lady

A few days ago I found the company with the mountain goat logo, a local company that sells mountain gear. I spent some time researching one jacket that I needed to complete my winter repertoire. I still need one pair of silk-lined leather gloves to drive in, and wish I could go to Florence to that wonderful glove shop…. but will have to go down the mountain to a department store to find a pair that fits.

So, in honor of the Concord grape, that has spurred thousands of hits on this site, I bought a purple jacket for half the price, last one they had in the store, goose down with 800 fill power. It weighs ounces but is very warm. So, as part of my winter gear, I’ll be walking around like a large Concord grape! Thank you, Chautauqua County, for entering and staying in my heart since I was three years old. Thanks to the Assemblyman I helped elect 25 years ago for being willing to introduce me to the local grape folks to link to this site.

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The purple jacket is the piece de resistance. The blue jacket I got in Scotland three years ago and will serve as a windbreaker and rain/snow shell with hood. The Pippi hat is a gift from fellow WP blogger pdxknitterati. I’ve polartec gloves and just bought some Hunter boots, bright yellow, for heavy snow and rain. Photos of those later, don’t want to awaken Jim right now.

Now you know how to find me walking down the street! This week I’m working on two trifles. One the berry that I made once for family, and I’m making up another with a cranberry/orange theme.

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Both are for Jim’s folks at work. It’s always good to have a challenge and use my imagination and talent to create food that people enjoy. Cheers, Dee

New Grill

We’ve been working off a small gas grill that came with the place for six months now, and it uses micro propane cartridges that cannot be refilled. So yesterday we headed out to buy a real grill with a small footprint. I’d have a larger grill that was more versatile for indirect grilling or smoking but we have very little space so chose a Char-Broil “Patio Caddy.”

We tried it out last night, and it took my Jim an hour to assemble. Our steak was cooked perfectly but was tough, must be the meat. Tonight I think I’m making Julia Child’s French Onion Soup. All I need is some French bread for croutons, and Gruyere cheese.

Trifle will also be on the menu tomorrow, a gift for others but I’ll make a mini-one for us. If you have any ideas as to what to give a group of strangers for a food-related gift, let me know. I picked berry trifle and as the fates would have it, my trifle bowl is in storage 1,500 miles away so first thing, I have to buy another. I don’t bake. Remember that. Cheers, Dee

Sharing

We shared our new trifle bowl with a Kiwi neighbor and she’s already made two successful dishes, so I’m one behind already! But I get her Mum’s recipe, the bowl back and can think up trifle recipes to my heart’s content. It seems that if one has a sweet bread, jam, custard and fruit in an attractive bowl it gets gobbled up in no time.

Here are some of my recent thoughts: vanilla cake base, raspberry jam, framboise to “paint” the bread, chocolate pudding/ganache, garnished with raspberries. Or one with ladyfingers, stewed cranberries, Grand Marnier, and an orange-flavored custard with cranberry garnish.

I just can’t believe how Jim’s family demolished their first trifle. Lemon and berries, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries and blackberries. It was yummy and I’m so glad they liked it. It looks as if I’ll have to add to my Thanksgiving fare as well.

Thanks, Brits! Your puddings are a hit here in Texas! Dee