Monthly Archives: September 2008

physics vs art

We saw a small bacon truck pulling up to our hotel with grand logo on the sides. I thought farm-to-market produce. Jim thought error as to economy of scale.

Given the prior post with esoteric farm names on every dish, it wouldn’t be proper to just pull up a SYSCO truck and unload huge cans behind the Sheraton.

His science and my art collide frequently. All he can talk about is how they can save money by aggregating. I say the quality of the goods speak for themselves and these quasi-European trucks look chic and give them name recognition. Plus marketing spin.

The lesson learned here is: we love each other and disagree on art, politics et al and he is the best husband in the world given many challenges over the years. Let’s keep disagreeing. Dee

Pretense

I toyed with calling this piece “Snootiness.” Sonoma County is a lovely place, and its organic “back to the farm” movement has been a success and inspiration for other foodie destinations. But there are two very clear contests going on here: the first is who can be the most environmentally friendly or “Green”; and the second seems to be how many words it takes to describe a menu item.

Yesterday, after several hours in my mother’s room at the hospice, Jim and I left for an hour to grab a bite to eat. I ordered a Monte Cristo sandwich. Actually it was (insert name of your choice for each letter) A Ranch organic ham with B Farms X cheese amd house-made onion jam on artisinal panini freshly baked by C Organic Boulangerie.

Come on! They delivered our iced teas with a 3″ wine carafe. Jim asked for sugar and our server’s assistant (keep it pretentious) said “This is our simple syrup” and walked away. Clueless, Jim asked me “What is simple syrup?” I fixed his tea for him and said “sugar.”

When we move here and I open a restaurant we’re going to have a non-Vegan restaurant with a sommelier, farm-to-market consultant and apiary with its own beekeeper. When sugar is needed we’ll summon the bees to table and they’ll provide it on the spot.

In Texas they’re still eatin’ BBQ, drinking coffee at Sunday services out of styrofom and the mere thought of recycling is met with derision. OK, a middle of the road approach might work here. But if a highway billboard tells me to choose a “green” bank that saves trees by not allowing me to write a check, I just say, what? Some businesses aren’t online and won’t do online billing, even AT&T’s dish network back home.

Why should I care if my insurance broker’s office staff only drinks organic coffee in corn-based disposable cups? Should they bring and wash their own mug from home? Wouldn’t we rather get the best insurance possible at the lowest cost?

Last night when we got back to the hotel, I hadn’t eaten so Jim and I split a cheese plate. Interesting that they didn’t label the cheeses. Several goat cheeses, one semi-soft and one Brie. A few water crackers, grapes, Marcona almonds and quince paste, plus local specialty honey. Normally one doesn’t get that from room service at the local Sheraton.

Everything seems done to the nth degree in Sonoma County. So we went out to Safeway for cereal, milk and fruit, plus plastic bowls and spoons, and ate our breakfast in the rental car at a local park. Of course the parents immediately removed their children from the park. Who knows why. Maybe they didn’t want to have them corrupted by Texans.

Muse

One might say cooking muse but she’s more than that.

She started knowing little about cooking so learned some Germanic fare from her mother-in-law. Then she had a daughter who was in government and lobbying before cooking school.

Another daughter began as a baker but has rounded out with healthy foods for her family. Her son doesn’t bake but is an intuitive cook who learns and tests recipes and ideas until they meet his criteria of a dish worth eating.

The youngest sister is an expert baker and intuitive cook. Now you can see why I don’t do pastry and baking! I left that to the more accomplished members of the family.

The lady who taught us how to cook, and how to live, how to read and all about math, is in hospice and we’re all here to help out.

Mom taught us about a lot of things besides food, and by sharing food together, every meal with immediate and extended family will remind us of her unique intelligence, wit, and kindness.

We love you, Mom.

Off Duty

A family emergency requires Jim and I to be out of town for a few days and I probably will not have time to post, though we did make quite a good dinner this evening. More on that later. Cheers, Dee

Food Shopping

This morning at 7:00 sharp I visited the first grocery store in our neighborhood listed as open. Yesterday the newspaper kindly printed a list of gas stations, grocery stores, home improvement stores and restaurants mainly in our area. As to groceries, they listed who was “full service” and those running on generators with no meat, dairy, produce or frozen goods.

Yesterday afternoon, shortly after they opened, I swung by and the line was around the building. I didn’t even try to park. This morning the parking lot was only about 1/3 full and there were only about 12 people in line, so I got a cart, ready to go inside and check out produce, dairy and meats. There was a “bouncer” outside with a walkie-talkie, allowing 1-2 people in at a time. Unbeknownst to me, the store was dark. The shelves were well-stocked and I got my choice of produce, but because they were running on a generator there were no perishable foods.

It’s an eerie feeling to shop in a darkened grocery store, whether the shelves are empty (like yesterday) or full.

Today I sent out the “Openings” list to local friends and neighbors to get the word out, also to our management office. Later on I received an email from Central Market, the greatest market in town, saying that they’re open and baking artisanal bread, and have everything one could possibly need. It is a specialty market with an embarrassment of riches. They can be forgiven for not having cleaning or paper products, or a magazine section. So that’s where I’ll go the minute they open tomorrow morning. After I try to get gasoline – haven’t been able to do that yet. If I get there at 6:30 or 7:00 I shouldn’t have to wait too long. Jim’s at 1/2 tank and I’m at 1/4 tank so we can’t wait three hours in line.

My other favorite specialty grocery, Spec’s, now has power and is open – haven’t been but we were a block away so drove by to check status. I thank them for being open in the parking lot with cases of bottled water. No-one had water. Hail to the Cheese!

We are sharing our good fortune with others. A girlfriend came over to take a shower this morning and I made us all breakfast, and sent her the “Openings” list. Then we went out to lunch and she and I toured downtown so we could see if she can get to work tomorrow. Roads were open. Jim worked from home today but may be going in tomorrow to a temporary location. The windows on his floor were smashed by the hurricane so sixty software developers must be moved to an alternate location.

President Bush showed up today to tour the damage in Galveston. There was a SNAFU this morning at one of the POD locations. FEMA trucks showed up hours late then upon arriving – four semis with a police escort for a 20-mile trip – started doing FEMA paperwork to make sure the drivers didn’t pull over and steal a bag of ice. A smart person told them to get this stuff out to the people who have been in their cars for the past 6 hours waiting!

They brought out the water and ice and “snack packs.” No real food, snack packs! What do they think these people have been eating the past few days? You got it, “food” from the convenience store. Chips, pretzels, nachos. Another black eye for FEMA. Plus they’re no longer serving walk-up traffic, you know, the people who can’t afford a car or whose car sunk in the hurricane. They apparently messed up the system so now it’s vehicle traffic only.

FEMA should pay local taxis to drive these folks 100 feet, get their rations, and drive them home. One POD official said they were afraid walk-ins might come more than once a day and that can’t be allowed. Do they know how difficult it is for one person to carry a bag of ice, case of bottled water and box of snack food? Let’s say they live 1/2 mile away. How many times in one day would a sane person stand in line to do that, just in order to bilk the federal government of $5 of essential post-hurricane supplies?

Neighbors

The cool front must be a godsend for the million here still without power. Before the hurricane, we wached TV to track Ike and find out how bad it would be.

Now I keep the news on for regular official updates (do we need to boil water, what grocery stores are open and do they have power so we can buy milk, meat and produce) and can’t see watching the talking heads talk about “human interest” stories day and night. But this is one I love.

In one Houston neighborhood, the Heights, many trees are down and entwined in a spaghetti of power lines. One side of the street has power, the other does not. A neighbor laid an extension cord along the street and connected it to a neighbor directly across, ostensibly to power the refrigerator. Every home on the “have” side of the street did the same. Isn’t that great?

POD’s

GovSpeak for Point Of Distribution. There are six in Harris County now, none anywhere near H-Town.

I saw video of one over breakfast, and someone drove up in a car, volunteers tossed a bag of ice, MRE’s and water into the trunk and the car sped off. Turns out officials decided only to give these items to people who drove to the POD. Dumb move. To their credit, when they saw lines of individuals who walked to the site because they don’t own a car or can’t find gasoline to fuel theirs, they changed the rules.

A two hour journey was spent today on streets with no traffic lights (many not just powerless, but gone with the wind, wasn’t that a movie?) while dodging trees and bicycles and pedestrians. I went to one grocery store I read was open, but people were lined up at least 100 yards to get in. Then I tried the drycleaner just up the street to pick up Jim’s shirts and couldn’t even get into the parking lot. Only the cleaner and Domino’s are in that mini-strip and I hardly think the rush was for the cleaner’s (sorry guys, you know I love ya).

Then I headed to midtown to see if a better grocery store was open, even though they didn’t answer the phone yesterday. En route I passed my favorite specialty store with a big hand-written sign that made my heart go pitter-pat: WE HAVE WATER! They had no power but staff had placed tables in the parking lot with cases of bottled water, paper products and some bargain-priced fruit that would have gone bad left inside. They only took cash and my husband pulled a good deal in case ATM’s didn’t work but I only had $2 on me – that must be why I was only a girl scout for a few months.

So I went to my regular grocery where I love the produce and meat people, and it was open. No parking spaces in small lot (fits maybe 40 cars) and downstairs garage was flooded. They had no power and it was eerie walking down the aisles that were less than fully-stocked. I picked up Diet Coke, tortilla chips, goldfish, spaghetti sauce and applesauce. Strange times, strange things. Everything will keep!

At checkout I got cash back and went back to the specialty store lot and bought water and fruit and they even ran inside to get me a bottle of wine! Picked up Jim (the windows on his floor at work blew in and they have to find office space for 60 and relocate so he’s working from home) and we went to lunch at a local Mexican place.

Still no gas. There’s a station nearby but it had at least 60 cars in line. Trucks are now filling stations that are getting their power restored so hopefully over the next day or two the crush will ease.

Our bayou has gone down considerably. We did get our water back but don’t know if it’s safe to drink. Crews were on site today putting everything back to normal, and downtown is being cleaned up as well.

There’s still a long road to recovery. People think that this only happened to Galveston. Not true. Sure it hit southeast Texas something fierce but continued to the midwest and onward. Thirty dead so far. Millions without power or water or gasoline or ice or food. And until now, there isn’t good printed or “official” information on what is open for business so we can try to resume a semblance of a normal life.

News is on with new POD sites and I should check them out. Oh, I’ve some more photos to upload so may have more later. Cheers! Dee

Pool Party

It’s time for some happy thoughts. Friday afternoon Jim gave Zoe a bath. Why, don’t know, must be so she would be clean for the hurricane.

He took her out and all her friends were frolicking in the Bayou right next door. Surge was coming in. Winds picking up. He had Zoe on leash, eager to be with her buddies in the dirty fast-moving waters.

I said no, as I’d already done about four loads of wash including her bath towels. At the time I heard the Police Chief talking about one of his patrolmen seeing a kayak in a nearby bayou and being very upset that these people weren’t taking the hurricane threat seriously.

On the phone with Jim I asked if I should call and ask if having our dogs swim in the next bayou was acceptable! No way.

After I got the information we needed I headed downstairs where a pool party was in full force. Lawn furniture in the pool to keep tables and chairs from becoming projectiles (see earlier post, Aftermath) and dogs chasing tennis balls in the pool.

Someone asked how you prepare a dog for a major storm/hurricane. Pool party. Zoe and Jim slept through the night while Nervous Nellie here watched the storm and stayed online. They snored. Zoe didn’t even come out to my desk to see how I was doing, she was so tired from chasing/swimming.

That’s my Sous Chef, and my better half. Signing off, Dee

Water

we now have water
life’s blood, needed resource for
our bodies and souls

Fellow Bloggers

I only started this blog, my first, the last week of May. During that time I have had the good fortune to meet a number of wonderful people. At first when my husband presented me with this blog, something he’s wanted me to do for a while, I didn’t know what to expect.

Next thing I know, I was meeting interesting people and gaining a foothold in the blog world for my esoteric musings and recipe ideas.

Although I’ve never been on the list of WordPress features of fastest growing et al, I am often featured on topic-specific WordPress blogs. That kind of bugs me because one guy was on fastest growing blogs and he’d only published “Hello world” once and had no comments. Surely this was a joke.

Well, while I learn the ropes (don’t even talk about that because my husband wants me to learn how to sail, no sailing expertise at all and he wants me to help get around the world), please bear with me.

For now, after having weathered Hurricane Ike and its aftermath at home, I’d like to thank all readers and especially participants on this blog. Please don’t be afraid to comment. I may not get back to you right away but welcome your thoughts and a spirited dialogue.

We were offered places to stay, all kinds of assistance during Hurricane Ike and just want to say thanks! We weathered it in the strike zone (not the evacuation zone), we’re OK and look forward to keeping in touch. Cheers, Dee