Monthly Archives: October 2008

Story

Since I’m between ice packs, I’ll tell you a story. Mom always had a rule that one did not go to the movies on a sunny afternoon. It wastes the day, she said.

So, my youngest sister and I were living in California where it was sunny every day. She came over one afternoon and we decided to go to a matinee. Driving out from the neighborhood we ran into friend Norma. She asked where we were going and one of us blurted out “The mall!” and the other “The beach!” Simultaneously, of course.

Norma said “You’re going to the movies. I’m calling your mother!” Of course we were both adults at the time, well out of college and working.

When I lived in Brooklyn with no air conditioning, sometimes I went to the movies twice on a really hot weekend day. Movies were paid A/C!

So, even the neighbors knew of Mom’s prohibition. Who’re they going to tell now? I have to go get more ice and lie down until I can take more pain medication. Ow.

Ouch!

I spent two hours this morning having my jaw drilled to extract a sideways wisdom tooth, only to be sewn up and have to come back again. Apparently they couldn’t give me any more local anaesthetic so had to stop.

So without any thought of food (no lunch, even yogurt) I’m taking my painkillers and lying down with an ice pack on my chipmunk cheek. Better a root canal than this, and I still have to go back next week and do it all over again!

So, it’s not fun being Dee today. The dog doesn’t seem to mind and is on the bed sleeping right now. She didn’t like the thunderstorm earlier but I know she wouldn’t have wanted to go out in the rain.

Just checking in and might write more later on. Take care, Dee

Pot Roast, Again

Yesterday I made Bolognese sauce with ground beef and sweet Italian sausage. It was too thick so I thinned it with some red wine left over from a dinner party. So we had spaghetti and sauce, with freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano last night.

Tonight I am making pot roast, Mom-style with noodles. Jim worked from home today, having some dental work done at lunchtime. I go in again in the morning for removal of a wisdom tooth. Don’t know that it gave me any, wisdom that is, only pain.

Tomorrow is easy lasagne with the rest of the meat sauce, the sauce to be tasted in advance and possibly doctored by me.

My assignment, should I choose to accept it (I must) is to write something profound about Mom that can be calligraphied onto a 4″/4″ piece of origami paper and folded into a crane. At least I get to send it by email and the calligraphers, my sisters, will transform the words into something that looks beautiful. Luckily I don’t have to do that part, because I’m a lefty that writes from above and the entire paper would be smeared.

Now I’ve got it! Society didn’t like lefties so they wouldn’t allow them to do calligraphy! Works for me! Hey, when I was a kid I got the rounded scissors because lefties are dangerous, and I always had to tell the teacher that I could only use scissors with my right hand (true). And no matter what Steven or Melissa said, I never ate paste in kindergarten. And you can forget about folding. I cook, OK?

Sisters have asked family and friends to write something about Mom, rather than having a reception. Her ashes will be placed this weekend and in another ceremony in her home country later on.

It smells good in here and I had the water boiling for the noodles and the meat is cooling, but Jim and Zoe went AWOL. I’ll just keep on going at my temporary site as Jim took over my desk and monitor all day today. Perhaps I can consider it a rental! Cheers, Dee

“The Custom at Chautauqua…

is Silence After Chimes.”

Mom has that hanging in her home, and all my siblings today seemed to think that was something I needed.

The chimes ring in the traditional quarterly hour pattern from the signature bell tower. In addition, at certain hours, there were special songs played on the bell tower organ. When I worked there, my head driver (of five) Frank’s sister was the bell-ringer.

Silence would have probably fit the religious/Methodist tradition that started the Institution. The sign shows something that is long past, now that Chautauqua is a rural retreat for the rich. I suppose that by restoring the grounds and program my father had something to do with that, love it or hate it.

Chautauquans have always been good at embracing change then hating it for increasing the value of their investment. There’s no way I’d open up a restaurant or store there. Stopping by on a winter’s day, yes I do that nearly every year since 1985.

But I’ll never be a Chautauquan, because I was only staff. On the culinary front, I worked my first year at Glen Park Cafeteria, which had a cafe line but “boys” to take the old people’s trays to their tables and get tips. We didn’t get tips. I lived in a lovely home on the waterfront and ate every meal there but was charged for room and board regardless and was paid $1.25/hr. Criminal. And that was my college money!

But the next year I elected to work 14/hours a day 7 days a week for less than that just to move up in the world. Things changed.

Shelter in Place, with Dee

During Hurricane Ike our power only went out for four hours. Many people had no power for weeks. After a brief outage I had computer access and used it for email and blog entries.

It now turns out that some people I know from the area who were out of town or didn’t have my email address checked the blog for hurricane updates to determine whether to come home.

Thanks for checking in, folks! Glad you’re back and getting your homes back in shape. Dee

Cooking at the Movies

OK, favorite movies or scenes that involve food:

- Big Night, with the pasta/potato fiasco
- gnocchi a la cousins Vincent and Mary in Godfather III
- Charles Grodin rhapsodizing on Potatoes Lyonnaise in Midnight Run
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Lots of space, folks, just write in!

Curried Squash/Carrot Soup

First of all I’ve no recipe to share as this was a first attempt. I looked for butternut squash which I like for flavor and color, but found none. So I got two acorn squash, which I’ve never worked with. I went to cut the first one in half and got halfway with a 7″ Santoku knife. Luckily my sister called before I cut off fingers.

After our call, I eased the Santoku out and used my 10″ chef to finish the job. I brushed the squash with olive oil, salted and peppered and turned them cut side down on a sheet pan. Ditto four large peeled carrots. Added a few tablespoons of chicken broth and placed them in a 350 degree oven for about an hour.

While cooling, I toasted 1T of good curry powder in a dry skillet, yes, until our place smelled like India (hours later, it still does). Also sauteed some onion and garlic.

I added the veggies and 2 t curry to a pot and covered with chicken broth. It was then I realized that I used the few T’s of heavy cream I was trying to use up on scalloped potatoes the other day! So as Jim was on his way home I asked him to pick up a pint.

When all the veggies were really soft I used the food processor (already have two sinks of dirty dishes so didn’t want to change to the blender) and in three loads I processed everything. Now it’s a puree that “burps” if it boils at all. I seasoned everything, adding the rest of the curry and some cayenne, as well as salt and pepper. When all the ingredients were present I added a little chicken broth and cream until I had the right consistency and flavor.

It was an excellent soup and I’ve six more servings in the frig and it’ll only get better tomorrow!

Notes: I really wanted butternut squash. If I’d done it with only acorn squash it may have come out an unattractive color, though the flavor would have been there. The carrots were a savior not only for sweetness and flavor, but their bright orange color.

I’m not big on using recipes for everything, as I believe if one knows the principles and uses a good palate along with judgment, anything can be done well. OK, not puff pastry.

Perhaps next time I make it with butternut squash I’ll keep a notebook at my side and track measurements. But the soup was good. Rich, spicy, velvety and a nice color. Dee

ps Jim doesn’t see soup as a meal, so I made Black Forest ham and cheese sandwiches with lettuce and tomato and spicy brown mustard on artisan wheat baguette to go alongside….

Smells Like…

At ICE (Institute for Culinary Education, before when it was Peter Kump’s) we got lectures, demos and had to go to the cutting boards and stoves and prove ourselves.

Allen, our first instructor/chef, assigned vegetables a la Greque.” Which is Greek vegetables poached in a fennel-scented broth. He told us to salt the water. “NO! Not enough salt. It must taste like the sea!”

Later we made our own curry powder and had to toast it in a dry pan for the dish we were making. “NO! It must smell like you are walking down a street in Calcutta.”

Well, our place smells like Calcutta tonight as I finish cooking a curried, roasted acorn squash and carrot soup. Since soup and a retro lettuce wedge aren’t enough for Jim, I’ve a good wheat baguette and some sandwich fixings.

Looks like it’s time to puree and see if I need more Calcutta in the soup! Dee

Ted and Haiku?

Just saw we got a hit on Beat Ted, do you think it’s Ted Allen’s people? I’m sure he’s important enough to have “people” now. What happened to his show? Surely he’s more intelligent and food savvy than most of the “food personalities” on TV these days.

This blog was started beginning of June and we had a haiku contest and challenged Ted. No response. I’m not ready to go through that again but especially thank the winners, pdxknitterati and Pam for writing in.

Oh, well, Ted, you can always submit a haiku and the blog readership can judge it. Dee

Last year we took our first major trip with my in-laws. We’re usually at the ranch but a couple of times a year they come down here and stay in a hotel and we go to a show or something. But this was nine days on the road.

I got to drive this trip through some of my old stomping grounds. This is Autumn in Vermont, perhaps someone like Frank Sinatra has sung of the trees here. Above is a picturesque old mill.

Second is me looking at the exact same work bench my grandfather made, probably from the same plans although his vises were different, and which still sits in my aunt’s garage.

Last is Jim’s father Joe opening a lock on the historic Erie Canal. This was a trip about water that even included Niagara Falls.

Other highlights may follow. Dee