Cooking with Dee

Margie’s Potato Rolls

November 26, 2009 · Leave a Comment

If you look at the comments from “Nanny’s” you’ll find my m-i-l’s potato rolls, a staple at any family or church activity. She makes enough for an army, as 50-60 folks are at Thanksgiving, then a few hours later there are sandwiches on her potato rolls, then more pie or cake.

I’ll keep it up on the blog as I have to try it, yet not in military proportions. I don’t know if it’s the ingredients or all the love and care that go into them or both, but I’m known to sneak one without butter or any sandwich ingredients, they’re that good.

If you’ve stuck with me through Concord grapes and the recent capon search (I just emailed a certain organic store with the fact that I’ve had 50 hits this week on capon) check out Margie’s potato roll recipe. She always says she learns from me, but I’ve learned a lot from her over the years and enjoy spending a day in the kitchen with her preparing a feast for 30-50 guests, or just breakfast, lunch and dinner for us temporary lodgers.

Thanks, Margie, we missed you (and your potato rolls) this year. Cheers! Dee

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Thanksgiving 2009

November 26, 2009 · 1 Comment

The dog let me sleep 39 minutes “late” until 7:30 this morning, then was kind enough to wait ten minutes for me to put on my boots, two coats, hat, and gloves, get her leash (keys are missing again so I left the door unlocked). Then I fed her and the fish, and determined to let Jim to sleep in because he has to work tomorrow.

I spent the morning catching up online and with laundry, dishes, dishwasher then served Jim breakfast in bed. Our neighbor called with the time of the Shuttle flyover, which we went out to see precisely at 6:10 p.m. It was a gorgeous day, starting off cold as usual and going up to a balmy 54 degrees! We dressed in Western garb (Jim in a Stetson shirt, me in a snap shirt with different colors and embellishments) in order to call his family back home. Since Jim met my family at Mom’s in 2001 shortly after we met, in 2002 I got introduced to his large family in Texas and we’ve been there every year but this one since.

Jim’s mother was lamenting her old PC and a few weeks ago finally succumbed and bought a refurbished MacBook. After initial installations it should require very few problems for her and much less long-distance tech support from her sons. We had a trial videoconference last night with parents, brother and family, then she took the MacBook to Nanny’s for Thanksgiving dinner. After the meal we engaged in a 2+hour videoconference with Nanny and many of the 50-60 people in attendance, even got to see all the new babies online and a quick shot of the little girls’ tea party in progress.

Jim wanted to go out to lunch because we’re both kind of down that we couldn’t see either of our families this Thanksgiving. The only restaurant that was open had only a full Thanksgiving meal available. I picked at it, Jim had a full meal and we came home. Moments after getting offline with Jim’s family my brother called. He and my Dad are halfway across the country and went to feast at lunchtime.

Now I’m about 20 minutes from dinner, very beautiful NY strip steak, loaded baked potatoes and fresh green beans. I’ll save the Brussels sprouts for the weekend. Jim has to work tomorrow and we may see a movie over the weekend or try the chic bowling alley that opened yesterday, either for lunch or to see how horrific we are at bowling!

Hope you had a wonderful day with family and friends. Hopefully we’ll be able to join the festivities next year. Cheers! Dee

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Tea Party

November 24, 2009 · 1 Comment

Talk about missing family. I’d like to be packing up the car and husband and dog and driving to Nanny’s but that is not to be this year. Now I hear that two of the young girls (under ten) are hosting a tea party for all the other girls coming in for the weekend. My apt cooking school pupils (teens) are making petit fours for the event. I hope to receive a photo of the final product that I can share with you. It’s so sweet of the girls to host and cook for this new family tradition, and I’m sorry to miss it, but I’m probably over the age limit for attendance anyways!

Not having any children, one of my favorite things to do on Thanksgiving is play outdoors with all the kids. One year it’s trampoline, usually pushing the young ones on the swingset, and remarking to Jim how sweet these children are, and how smart as well. There may be near 60 people this year, with all the new babies, and everyone gets along. The parents may not agree, but as a cousin/aunt at a 12-hour Thanksgiving feast it looks pretty cool to me.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! Here’s the menu I’ve come up with and probably will not make, because Jim wants steak and probably a loaded baked potato and iceberg wedge with Thousand Island. That’s a breeze for me, and means we could even go downtown to see Pirate Radio! I’ve never been able to go to the movies on Thanksgiving Day, even as a kid, because I was too involved in preparing the “sides.”

Dee’s Thanksgiving Menu starts with appetizers Spinach Balls (I think I posted that on the site) and Spicy Almonds and Cashews (my version is different but check out Epicurious); Roasted Winter Squash Soup; Roasted Capon with Sausage/Apple Stuffing and Gravy; Brussels Sprouts with Leeks and Bacon; Braised Carrots in Consomme; Mashed Garlic Potatoes; Orange-Cranberry Sauce (fresh, of course); and Mincemeat Tarts.

I’m liking the steak idea, but will save the menu for a dinner party. Take care and enjoy the holiday. There’s a new, trendy bowling alley opening up in the neighborhood tomorrow. If I can round up a couple of gals we can bring canned goods for the Food Bank and bowl for free tomorrow afternoon! Sounds like Thanksgiving to me…. Dee

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A Great Southern Lady

November 24, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I’ve refrained from saying anything but hope her husband will forgive me this personal post. Now we get into the southern thing. Nanny’s husband’s sister was a great friend to her. As a new member of the family I’d heard stories of this smart, elegant lady. She was a force to be reckoned with, a human tornado, all in the best sense. This post does not cover anything but my impressions.

Finally, after a year or two of marriage, the immediate family hosted a surprise party for Jim’s younger brother’s 30th birthday. We’d spent a couple of days cooking and the last day moving everything to the site and finalizing the dishes for 100 guests. Near the end of service, I was sweaty and not fit to mingle with fellow guests when a woman walked in the door. The crowd hushed. Hair done, fully made up, jewel-toned suit, VJ walked in and made her way to the kitchen.

I knew it was her when she walked into the room. She walked up to me and said “You must be Dee. I’ve wanted to meet you.” I responded in kind. Last year I organized a concert for Nanny’s birthday and VJ and her dear husband were the subterfuge to get Nanny to the surprise venue. A few months later she was gone.

When I was growing up, there were very few female role models to look up to, and mine were Amelia Earhart, Eleanor Roosevelt, Annie Oakley (she was the only one with a book I could read), Maria Tallchief and Isadora Duncan. If I’d been VJ’s student she would have been my role model. There are more female role models, but most are not on the news or easily found. My violin, piano and choir teachers are hidden gems and some are still in touch 40 years later.

Perhaps men have been taught to mentor in a business-specific way. Women do it their own way and it’s not acknowledged or women are not allowed to go above that glass ceiling to have the “right” to mentor others. That said, there have been many female mentors in my life and I’m glad that VJ provided that gift for her students. Please join me in a heartfelt thanksgiving to her immediate and extended family. Dee

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Sleigh Bells Ring

November 23, 2009 · 2 Comments

Along with the paw wax (which we have not yet used despite now 10′ mountains of snow just from yesterday’s flurries) Zoe has a new velveteen jingle bell collar. You’ll need a photo for this one and my camera batteries are low and better light would be preferable.

The sidewalks Zoe and I trod upon just yesterday are covered with mountains of snow. As we are in ski country, in the mountains, it’s not going to melt but will be here until June or July. That is a fact that we have to deal with in motor vehicles, outerwear and boots.

Jim had a long week last week at work that sometimes extended until early morning hours. I wanted him to get caught up on his sleep this past weekend. I made one of his favorite dinners last night and we settled down in front of the fire to see a really crummy Christmas movie (I’ll demur on the name to protect the guilty) or Mel Gibson in The Patriot.

We went to bed early, started the extra heater and the humidifier while we watched several inches of snow land overnight. He fell asleep right away. I tried for 1/2 hour but didn’t want to fidget and awaken him and the dog. So, as I got out of bed he said “Santa must have a really fast sleigh” and I responded, “Yes, he must.” Then I looked back and he was snoring again. A precious moment, and he allowed me to share it here. I’m sure his mother would’ve wanted to hear it first, but since we’re not allowed Thanksgiving, we must look forward to Christmas.

Zoe’s velvet sleigh bells will glisten in the new snow and we always look forward to seeing family on the holidays. Keep your family together, don’t fight about the turkey or side dishes and have a wonderful day! Dee

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Nanny’s

November 23, 2009 · 3 Comments

Our family Thanksgiving was immediate family. When I met the man who was to become my husband, I girded myself for a long weekend with his parents, and Thanksgiving with fifty of his relatives. It was a life-changing weekend and we eloped two months later.

Now, Jim’s job prevents him from taking even one day off during November/December and he’ll miss his annual joyous union with his parents, brother, grandmother, aunts, uncles and cousins. I should have titled this “Over The River, and Through the Woods…” but this would be my eighth year there. We’ll miss all the folks who get together only once a year. It’s some consolation that Jim’s mother has a new computer with video capabilities so we can have a video conference after dinner.

There may be near sixty this year. More babies were born. A dear one was lost. This is the closest to a grandmother I’ve ever had. You should see the spread. Of course there are turkey and ham but the sides are very southern and that tends to sweet, not what this Yankee initially expected. I never tried to bring a dessert because all the other ladies do so and dessert is a sumptuous feat in and of itself! As my husband is not very adept at culinary traditions (forget female hierarchy) he always told me to bring nothing.

Now I’m known for teaching teenagers how to cook, the day after Thanksgiving, and also for my spinach balls, spiced almonds and cashews, and boursin. I’ve already given spinach balls to my newest married cousin Brenda. We’ll really miss that big hug from Nanny when we walk in the door, plus conversations with family we haven’t seen in a year: Zoe’s hip surgeon Val the Vet; brother John and Patti and their children; Sharon and Mary and their kids; Scott and Jen and two babies, one we’ve never met; and on and on. And Gina’s going to be there this year. We’ve both been rooting for Gina for years, and she’s successful and living on the West Coast.

Someday I’ll tell you the story of the first Thanksgiving with Jim’s family. Not now. Cheers and Happy Thanksgiving, Dee

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“Cook From Life”

November 20, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I am fascinated by Eric Ripert, chef/owner of Le Bernardin with four Michelin stars. He is young, incredibly accomplished, and finally has his own show to demonstrate to cooks what, and more importantly why, he is passionate about cooking.

He urges people to “cook from life” which is a tradition I espouse. When Princess Diana died, people were urged to give of themselves and help others. I wrote an editorial back then, that everyone donated to the Prince’s Trust and neglected the homeless shelter down the street, the soup kitchen, or the local health care clinic. When chefs dictate a recipe, cooks try to match it even if they can’t find that kind of fish or herb.

I’ve never been to Le Bernardin and would probably have to get a reservation for a 10:00 p.m. seating three months in advance while I save money to pay for the meal, but what I want is inspiration. I’ve seen a portion of one of Chef Ripert’s shows and he didn’t teach me how to cook one thing, he inspired me to find ingredients and cook what is seasonal, fresh and tasty. After French training, I’ve gone the Italian route. Instead of complicated sauces I find the best ingredients and try not to ruin them.

Chef Ripert is definitely a perfectionist, hopefully not a micro-manager, but an interesting personality. I would urge him to continue to focus on Le Bernardin, a book and TV series is OK but please do not become an Emeril or even worse, a Rachel with your face at every grocery check-out counter. You’re better than that. Cheers from a yeoman cook who shops the farmers’ markets, sees what’s fresh and determines dinner. Dee

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A Birthday Surprise

November 19, 2009 · Leave a Comment

My grade-school music teacher, Mrs. P., happened to call me on my birthday earlier this month. We met a few years ago at a party for my Dad’s birthday. She was always a great lady and teacher and it was good to re-connect after many years. She has been reading the blog and as she comes from Chautauqua County, ancestral home of Concord grapes, she wanted to get me the newest cookbook around that also has a Concord grape pie in it that is very close to hers, but sometimes she does it with a crumble rather than a lattice topping.

I have to tuck into a nice chair or sofa or bed to read the book “All About Grapes” published by Morris Press Cookbooks and will tell you more. For now, I can tell you that having an autographed cookbook by the author and my teacher makes me want to cook with grapes and play the guitar and piano as well as sing. Thanks so much, Mrs. P.

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Grapes and Alton Brown

November 17, 2009 · 1 Comment

We love Alton Brown. Me more for taste, Jim more for the science of cooking as he wonders about this, my strange preponderance with food. Mr. Brown has a Welch’s ad on television that is filmed in Erie County, NY. A preponderance of Concord grapes can be found in Chautauqua County, home of the WCTU (Women’s Christian Temperance Union), more grapes than anywhere and they are grafting vinifera and don’t have phylloxera because of the strength of the vines.

The home of the WCTU is a small Victorian house in Chautauqua Institution, and Chautauqua is a place where our family shares a history. Butternut Hollow in Portland, Chautauqua NY may help you do a show on the story of grapes in Chautauqua County. My blog’s biggest hits come from my home-town Concord grape post, one of my first posts. Yes, and Manischewitz was right down the street from my childhood home.

Your show should come from Chautauqua County and include grape pies, schiattiata con al’uva and other delights. The Italian “pizza” is a dough that is risen once and rolled out, grapes are added (with seeds) and left to rise again, sugar is added and it is baked. Yum! I’ve only had that in Tuscany. Perhaps there’s a book in the mail that will bring us further on the grape trail… ‘Til then, cheers, Dee

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Temporary Housing

November 17, 2009 · 3 Comments

We moved out here for a short-term opportunity in a bad economic climate. We put our lives in storage and packed two cars and drove 1,600 miles not knowing where we were going to live. We spent the first week at a Residence Inn. They were wonderful. I combed listings and we finally found a place to live.

Remember that all of our kitchen, office, bedroom, bath stuff is in storage. We fell in love with a townhome on a nature preserve, adjacent to a major freeway and grocery stores et al. It is fully furnished. Now someone here wants us out because we have a dog (and we have been here without any complaints for 8 months….)

Jim has been sent out on short-term projects before, to Utah once and to Scotland and England. These “gigs” lasted from 6-12 weeks. We have become experts in corporate housing. Orem, UT was crummy, a hastily manufactured situation that was not worth nearly what his employer paid for it. Then we found SACO. SACO is all over the world, not prevalent in the US but we’ve had a great experience in downtown Glasgow, Southwark (London); and I’ve previous experience in a newly-listed SACO residence in Florence, Italy where I vacationed for several years before meeting Jim.

When on an extended assignment I prefer a flat to a hotel room. I like to cook, as you may know from the heading of this blog. Our longest posting was in Glasgow, right off George’s Square and looking into the incredible, must-visit City Hall. Christine was fantastic as manager. The European model is that one makes one’s own bed and food and once a week, the flat is cleaned and sheets and towels changed out. We had a one bedroom flat and Jim had bought a MacBook and we got Skype so I could have e-mail and call home and pay our bills back home and such. I had to buy a real chef’s knife and cutting board but once I found out the UK electric system I was able to make tea and toast, eggs and pancetta, and do laundry.

In London, it was edgier, a larger brand-new condo complex and no interaction with staff. As I was experienced, I dealt with it by cooking a bit and by ordering out with a marvelous service!

Here, it’s different. This is a private deal that we initially had on a short-term basis because Jim’s contract was short-term. Let me tell you why this is special. It’s a turnkey home but it doesn’t just have four forks, knives and spoons, four plates and cups. It has service for ten, usable pots and pans (I’ve added a couple). I always bring my own knives and had to buy a large cutting board. Most of the people who rent this place just want to ski for the weekend, they go to Starbucks for coffee and never cook.

There’s a galley kitchen with good storage space and beautiful knotty alder doors and cabinetry throughout. What tweaks my culinary heart is that there is: a butter dish; creamer and sugar china; more than four place settings of everything; and fantastic appliances.

There are board games for rainy or blizzard days, books to read, even a snow block so one can make snow structures. We came here on a short-term contract and have decided to stay for work, and stay in the area. Perhaps not here, because someone has made it a life’s work to kick us out because we are renting and have a dog. But we always land on our feet. No worries. We enjoy our temporary situation, miss our stuff in storage and look toward the future.

Europe is so far ahead of us in terms of short-term housing options (a week to months) and I’d like to help Americans adapt to that trend. I just know that when I’m going to be somewhere for over a week I want to be able to at least have juice, tea and cereal in the morning. No, I want more. Toast and butter and jam, two eggs scrambled with shredded parm, and two slices of bacon. I’ll wash the dishes. Cheers, Dee

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