Cooking with Dee

Dear President-Elect,

November 17, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Yesterday this blog entertained visits from persons interested in learning about what it’s like to survive a hurricane.  To that end I’ve found that some of my Ike-related posts are on a Red Cross site.

I’ve also urged a FEMA boot camp where they can feel like we do in a Katrina, Rita, Ike or their kin.  It is my hope that some of these “hits” have come from potential staffers in your administration.

On behalf of all hurricane survivors, I ask that you not make FEMA a dumping ground for stupid political hacks.  Ditto “homeland security.”  No lessons have been learned since Katrina and that was a disaster before, during and especially after the hurricane with wounds that cannot be mended.

Please have a uniform plan to aid your constituents in the event of a natural disaster or terrorist attack and have able leaders in place to assure comfort and aid to those in need of assistance.

Thank you.  Dee

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Practice

November 17, 2008 · 2 Comments

The police department has a facility nearby.  With the air conditions the way they are today, I’m hearing the trains come in and drums.  They’re practicing.

Hopefully it’s for a parade, not a funeral.  They practice the bagpipes there also, which always makes me think of a celebration of some sort, but hopefully not a funeral march.

At our flat in Scotland last year, we often heard the pipes, on the street.  Imagine that in Texas!  I miss the sounds.  Jim and I get one CD a year (normally downloaded but we were at Borders) and I got Loreena McKennitt’s “A Midwinter Night’s Dream” that I haven’t really listened to as yet.

I love the Celtic sounds, and this includes The Holly and the Ivy, and Un Flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle (bring the torch, Jeannette, Isabella…) and since we don’t get a tree, having music in the house will bring joy in the holiday season.

Enya also has a holiday CD out.  I think I’ll put together a holiday iTunes selection for Jim to listen to en route to and from work.  No Celtic, no drums.  He prefers Marty Robbins.

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Monday Morning

November 17, 2008 · 6 Comments

For the past few months I’ve had a welcome sign on our front door with bluebirds and leaves and a small cow bell that rings every time we open the door.  Husband Jim said he was tired of the bell clanging so I put up our holiday wreath of red sparkly balls that does not clang.

That was not enough.  I decided it was time to change our ecru duvet cover.  For the first time in a year, I put on Mom’s red paisley duvet cover she gave us a few years ago.  It brought back some warm, and some sad, thoughts.

It made me think of Scotland and the town of Paisley, which I never went to but the Glasgow airport was on the outskirts.  It made me think of flowers.

Flowers and food.  I haven’t been without flowers since Mom passed about six weeks ago.  First it was funeral arrangements, then small table arrangements, birthday, etc.  Yesterday I bought bright yellow spider mums and arranged them with orange and yellow alstroemeria (sp).  Mom did impart to me a love of flowers and since I can’t grow them, I buy them.

As to flowers and food, I have the following advice.  If it’s a table arrangement, make sure your guests can see each other around the table.  Avoid flowers with an intense aroma (cinnamon fragrance from star lilies, that will also stain great-grandma’s linen tablecloth).  As with scented candles, they can overwhelm the food.  Your guests are there for the food and company, not the flowers or candles.

Sometimes I buy long-stemmed unopened roses, cut about an inch off, and display them for a few days.  Then before guests arrive, I cut them way down and put them in a small vase on the table when they are perfectly open.  I’m no Martha Stewart, but do have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Thanksgiving is nearly upon us and though I’m a guest, I need to prepare spicy almonds and cashews and a few other items.  We’re staying with Jim’s parents, about a five-hour drive each way.  Thanksgiving is at Nanny’s, with probably 60 in attendance this year!

I have to Zoe-proof the new car (Jim doesn’t want me to get the dog barrier and thinks she’ll stay in the back on her own – his mother has already submitted an opposite opinion) and get her groomed and nails clipped so she doesn’t tear the seats when she inevitably jumps the seats to get to the front passenger seat to be petted by Jim and sleep at his feet.

We had a quiet weekend, with errands and home-improvement chores and driving about town, cleaning the car et al.  Now it’s time to get back to business.  Hope you have a great week and have your Thanksgiving menu planned.  Order your turkeys now!  Dee

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