Monthly Archives: August 2008

Hiding in Plain Sight

So, my younger sister called from California and while we were talking, Zoe took out her rawhide she’s had for about a week (taken from Trish’s stash, thanks Trish) and walked around with it for five minutes.

Sneaky Zoe

Sneaky Zoe

When she was a pup she’d spend six hours devouring one of these. But as an “adult” she now plays tricks to keep me from taking it from her and placing it back in the laundry room.
So here we are on the phone and she’s walking around with this in her mouth from place to place in our loft.
All of a sudden I hear a thud on the wood floors. OK she only has 1,028 sf of space to hide this thing. There it is, behind the fan, 12 feet from my desk!
Well, Jim and I find it hilarious when we find it behind a rocking chair, under the dining room table, and in other quite obvious places.
Quite proud of herself now, she’s settled down to nap. But I’d better take her out as it appears a storm is coming in.

Chautauqua

Another Season has come and gone, and there was a week on food that I missed in its entirety. Michael Ruhlman kicked of the foodie week lectures. I’m currently reading his book “The Making of a Chef” and regularly check his blog.

We usually go for a long weekend in the summer, as my father and actually the entire family used to work there. But illness has taken its toll and no-one made it there this year.

As Jim and I and our dinner guests watch the most incredible land-based fireworks in the country, I think back to sitting along the shores of Lake Chautauqua, by the bell tower, watching the Mayville Fire Department’s version of fireworks.

It’s the thought that counts. Sitting on the grass by the lake with a hundred people watching a small town strut its stuff. That’s what life is made of.

Yes, I have wonderful memories of the big stuff, but lighting luminaria at night all around the 21-mile lake, sailing the ill-fated 17 ft. day-sailer which should have been named the Davy Jones (all while we sat on the crystal clear lake with no wind while Dad said “we’re gonna go like he** any minute”), that’s what it’s all about. The Chautauqua Belle and Frank’s sister playing the organ in the bell tower. Playing basketball at the High School club. Learning golf with pro Stan Marshaus. Resurfacing the eight clay tennis courts….

Working at the program office, cleaning 52 of Ben Vereen’s suits in Jamestown, ordering roses for the opera divas, being asked to buy drugs by artists, or convert a check made out to an agent to cash for the artist at 11:00 p.m. in the middle of no-where (no way, no how, easy excuse for both). Before ATM’s or computers or cell phones. I wrote guest passes by hand. Once on the pass, once in a ledger I gave to Accounting every week. When the SPEBSQSA came, last week of every season I had to write 150 just for them! That’s the Society for the Preservation … of Barbershop Quartet Singing in America, hello Scotty from Buffalo!

So when Chef Ruhlman confirmed his artists lodging and meals I really missed the fact I couldn’t get there this summer, especially for food week. As for now, favorite artists I’ve seen and met: Tony Bennett; Carlos Montoya; Henry Mancini (he hung out with me in our kitchen to take a break from the reception). There are more but it’ll be another post.

Favorite caterers: Aunt Lorna and Joan C., mentors along with Mom who set up these donor receptions nearly every evening. Memories.

D’s

First of all there’s me, Dee.

I was devastated to get my first D on a quarterly report card, for marksmanship. I nearly failed gym in 9th grade but turned it around. We had to aim a bb gun at a box filled with paper with a target taped on the front. I missed the target, and the box. So I became friends with the womens’ basketball team and after standing in the back and letting a dodge ball run over my foot to get out, they had me the little one, at the line getting balls so we could win killer dodge ball. If it your head and you could still function, you were still in. The gals covered me and we won every time. No, I was never hit in the head because these JV gals were great!

So after killer dodge ball and track and field and gymnastics, I went to college to get my only other D in American Evangelical Tradition. We had to take two philosophy courses and two religion courses. I wanted to take an arts class but was shifted into D for Dalton’s class, where he told us we’d have to do graduate-level work (I was 18) to pass.

Yes, you know the rebellious Dee had to surface sometime. I knew I was going to get a D and my Dad had told me that if I got a D he’d take me out of college. So after learning about snake-handlers and shakers I wrote my 20-page thesis on Billy Graham’s financial practices.

I got a D, and went home with all my stuff to the inevitable. Told Dad I got a D. He asked “In what?” I said “American Evangelical Tradition.” His response, “It’s only religion! I meant a D average.” After that I made Dean’s list every semester.

There’s more history of D’s fights and conquests, all rated G but we won’t visit these now.

Posting

Sometimes I have to rein myself in from responding to popular posts. I’ve been physically given my parameters, a narrow swath, in a world of open arms. It always interests me to see what blogs people want to read, and many are rude, closed-minded, scatalogical, racist or otherwise offensive to me.

I’ve an open mind and luckily believe in the First Amendment (let’s debate the 2nd another time when I’m not at a Texas school carrying my “piece” to class because the school board approved it in secret last spring).

All I want to do is share and teach and I can’t believe that in these three months, as of today, over 4,600 have checked in to see what I have to say. Thank you. I don’t ever want to hold a gun (was forced to in gym class, a bb gun in 8th grade and I was a terrible shot – got a D in gym) again and I don’t teach in public schools. I just find it incredible that a Texas school district is allowing its teachers to bring a gun to class.

When I was in high school we had “open campus” and instead of going to McDonalds with my buddies I walked home and swam and sat in the sun. I actually went back to school for gymnastics later on, and every day in the summer. And looked forward to it. No wonder I’m married to my geek husband who I love very much, D.

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Appetizers

We’re having a few folks over tomorrow for appetizers.  I bought a bottle of Cetamura from Badia al Coltibuono in Chianti country.  First and last time I tried it was at their restaurant.

I’ve some goat cheese, grapes, strawberries, figs and peaches.  Also crackers.  I think I’ll do two large square platters.  Perhaps I’ll pick up another cheese tomorrow.

At La Cucina al Focolare south of Florence, I ate a fresh fig from a tree.  First fig I ever had.  The other day I was given a slice of very spicy sausage with cheese and a slice of fig and it was fantastic.

Kitchen Gadgets

More of my favorite things. Minus the microplane, which is having its time in the shower, the dishwasher, on the longest and loudest cycle known to humankind. I hand-wash it every time I grate cheese or anything with it, but every week or so I make sure it goes through the dishwasher.

Now, I tell my students not to buy one gadget that does one thing, like a strawberry huller, corn silk brush or mushroom brush. But I do have my favorites, that I keep around for years or give away.

So why don’t we start with the peppermill, the large vertical object left of 12:00 and go clockwise. I don’t remember who even makes this except Jim got it for me at Sur La Table and it has an infinitely calibrated grinding mechanism for peppercorns of any size, plus a large capacity for peppercorns, which I buy at Penzey’s. The top screws off and the entire top reservoir is for peppercorns so you don’t have to fill it all the time or take apart any mechanisms.

To the right are scissors that come apart at the intersections of the very sharp blades for cleaning. Note to spouses: hide these otherwise they’ll end up in the garage.

Next is a sauce whisk. Note its vertical shape to get down into the corners of a sauce pan. I also use it in varied Pyrex measuring cups to make vinaigrette. This is not what you want to use to whisk egg whites.

Ah, my perfect wine/bottle opener has a foil cutter, teflon screw and dual-stage opener that allows one not to disturb sediment on a vertical bottle of aged red wine. The handle is metal. Sur la Table. Buy three and give at least one as a gift.

The spatula is vintage Revere Ware, from Jim’s Mom. I’m trying to find a potato masher with square holes like my Mom has, but haven’t seen one to date. To the right of that is an antique aluminum scoop I bought many years ago. I used it for dog food. Now we mostly use it for parties to move ice from the cooler to glasses. Yes, it was well-washed years ago when my dog passed.

Kitchenaid ice cream scoop. Will last a lifetime, is very sturdy and if you dunk it in warm water it’ll scoop the hardest ice cream!

My favorite wedding gift (thanks MB and Craig) is this strap wrench from Sears. When Jim and I got married, my arthritis was really acting up in my wrists and knees. We got a gift certificate from the local mall from our friends and he said, “Let’s go!” We went to the tool department at Sears and he bought this contraption. Ten dollars, best gift I’ve ever received. Jim is so strong that he re-seals a soda bottle as if his life depended upon it. It helps me open jars and is much less expensive than any product one might see on late-night TV to help older folks open jars electrically. It works!

Needle nose pliers are excellent for pulling pin bones out of salmon. Another trick for scaling fish is a horse’s curry comb which I bought for $4. Once I started using it to get undercoat out of the dog I removed it permanently from the kitchen. Oh, ladies, buy two sets of needle nose pliers so your S.O. doesn’t take yours to the garage.

Meat pounder. I used to have a light wooden mallet with a head that tended to fly off. I had to do ten times the work and worry about beaning Jim or killing Zoe the dog. So he got me this. It’s heavy and does the work for making Chicken Saltimbocca in a flash.

Instant read thermometer. One for meats, one for candy-making that goes to higher temperatures. Note to borrowers: do not place this in the oven in your Thanksgiving turkey for eight hours. It is an instant read thermometer.

Flamey thing. This is a really cool one with a hot and intense flame that will even work to light a grill when it’s windy outside. I use it for lighting candles at dinner parties et al.

Outside is an OXO can opener. If you’re using a grocery store can opener that goes 1/2 inch around a tuna can and stops, throw it away and get one of these. The OXO tools were made for people with diminished capacities but my Dad started buying them for me over 20 years ago because they’re well made and save time and effort in the kitchen.

Next is the potato ricer. Cook your peeled potatoes thoroughly and place them through this and they’ll be light and fluffy. Do not use on rutabagas (as in a Thanksgiving root veg puree) as, well, just say I know better.

Inside is a pastry blender. I can’t use my fingers to mix the butter, flour and salt for pastry to pea-size before adding ice water, because I’ll melt it. This makes it a quicker job than using a fork.

French pop-up sponge labeled Sur La Table. If you live in certain states, Trader Joe’s has their own brand for less. These leave less residue wiping a kitchen counter than a cellulose sponge. My rule is two weeks in the kitchen, two weeks cleaning house, then to the garbage it goes (Ok when I had cats the final two weeks were cleaning the litter box then out).

Finger peeler. Great for long things like carrots, cukes, russet potatoes. I wouldn’t use it to peel an apple. For that I’d use an OXO peeler (again if you have one of those all-metal flimsy things get rid of it). OXO is worth the money for the time and effort it will save you. Lefties, pay attention! A lot of things are ONLY made for righties so check it out before you buy.

Finally, another Sur La Table gem, to be used to measure pastry et al. Inches on one side, centimeters on the other. In the middle of the red plastic housing is a button and everything rolls back in at the touch of a finger. I bought my Aunt one for her knitting.

I hope this helps in the cook’s tools department, as well as photos. PDX, you may have to fly in for a certain event for me to make and photograph that salmon dish!

Have a wonderful dinner tonight and tune in tomorrow for more on the Dee channel.

Laurie Colwin

“No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers.” Laurie Colwin

I believe that today as I strive not to make magic in the kitchen, but cook and create and teach. Please place your heart and soul in your cooking, as I do. Your loved ones will save a special place in their hearts for you.

Farewell, Beijing

I believe the Beijing Olympics are largely a success but relished the symbols of leadership go to what I hope is not called GB next time.

The judging in gymnastics, mens’ and womens’ was abysmal. The new rules are a joke as are the judges’ interpretations of these rules.

It is gratifying to see that someone has asked about the true age of these Chinese gymnasts, as they are supposed to be 16 the year of the Olympic competition. The USA and other countries suffer because we have democratic countries that do not control production of a series of passports and birth certificates.

It’s not a question of age mattering, it’s that there’s a legality of age that is obviously being forged to the detriment of other nations who have played by the rules and actually have tumblers who are 5′, 3″ and may actually have budded breasts by age 16.

I used to teach gymnastics at the studio of a former Olympic gymnast, and have been out of it many years but if one is 11-12 they can do a lot more tricks on a pass in floor exercise than a grown woman can do.

Some say if they’re physically able, let them compete in the Olympics no matter their age. I tend to think that talented young female gymnasts will be exploited in their youth. The boys tend to gain strength and talent over the years.

All this said, I must congratulate all the Olympic participants. As to gymnastics, my highest scores go to uneven bars and beam, for guys to still rings and high bar. Bravo!

I wish your coaches would let me cook for you for a while! I’ve fresh figs and strawberries, peaches, apples, stuff to make the most exquisite mac and cheese… D

The Scots

You won’t believe this, but I made it and have witnesses.

A half-side of salmon, skinned and boned. I covered it with scallop mousse and then zucchini half-rounds to look like fish scales. Cousin Steve manned the deep fryer pot and came up with fried parsley for garnish.

Oh, man, it’s so great to be out of French cooking-land! Ironically I got a catering job out of that cooking school dinner/brunch that paid a good portion of my tuition!

My Aunt Joan, godmother, loved the results and efforts, God rest her soul. I will remember it fondly for her. I thank the rest of the family for putting up with my pretenses. No, Kevin, that’s not prehensile. That’s my brother and I have to do this stuff so he’ll read my blog.