Monthly Archives: December 2008

Happy New Year!

Big plans for the evening? I’m not used to big plans. Our family used to sit around the living room watching slides. We’d generally begin with Dad’s old family photos, his Army service, our parent’s wedding, then each kid and vacation and Christmas. My youngest sister was notorious for saying early on, “wake me when I’m borned” which could have been hours after she fell asleep!

I only went out once for New Year’s Eve when I was about twenty-two. It was a party given by a colleague about 1/2 mile away but not in a neighborhood I’d walk to, so I drove over, had two glasses of champagne and drove home about fifteen minutes after midnight. I found a space behind our apartment but it didn’t give the non-resident next to me much room to maneuver so I parked on the street.

My roommate and I headed out for brunch the next morning and my car was wrecked, the left front wheel sheared off the axle. As it was my only transportation I had to spend $1250 to fix a $1500 car because I owned it outright, the piece of junk, so didn’t carry collision. There are lots of stories about Chicago politics these days but Albany was right up there with the Windy City. They wouldn’t let me see the police report, and this lunatic plowed into one car, which ran them all together, then sideswiped mine, which had the most damage. Lesson learned. I always preferred January 1 brunches instead of having an overpriced meal at a hotel ballroom with a room full of strangers. But that’s me. A casual dinner party for eight, cooked by me, would appeal more.

If Jim and I venture out this evening it’ll be to walk downtown to see a movie. The cars are staying in the garage! I’m making homemade pizza with a partial whole wheat crust (for health, taste and elasticity in rolling out), sauteed peppers, sauteed mushrooms, pepperoni and mozzarella cheese, topped with a grating of Parmesan. I’ll make a more adventurous version another day. That reminds me, I have to share with you the ideas that I made at a pizza party for Jim’s co-workers. It was interesting. Many were Indian and didn’t eat meat, one didn’t even eat cheese! In my book pizza is not pizza without cheese!

But my homemade pizza is very good and contains quality ingredients and love. Jim stayed home to work today and spent much of it fighting fires, work fires that is. He took over my desk and big monitor so I’m sitting in an uncomfortable $20 Ikea stool at the bar with my MacBook. It’s OK, most of the day has been spent doing exciting things like laundry, cleaning the frig et al.

I forgot the black-eyed peas at the grocery store. Oh, well. Do we need to have them tonight for good luck? At any rate, I wish you a very happy, healthy, successful 2009! Now, how many months will it take me to write the correct year on a check? Probably at least six months as I only write a couple of checks each month and do the rest online. You know what they say about old dogs and new tricks. Cheers! Dee

Service

Whatever happened to service? “Would you like some iced tea ma’am?” Yes, at least in the South I’m old enough for that designation.

Here’s one for the books: “Can I help you?” That question can be posed and perceived in a number of ways. I won’t tell you how offended I was with one shop today who used the term to get me out the door, and we’ve spent a good deal of money there over the past couple of weeks. One gal there is great, the others won’t even look at me. Listen ladies, the person who looks at me and spends time helping me out is the one getting the commission. So you can be snooty as heck and not make a dime. I know who I’m going to and have already written your manager.

At a restaurant, a mid-range restaurant, I expect to be seated and my table picked up promptly. Order a beverage and a salad or appetizer. Order lunch/dinner. I am treated way better when my husband is at my side and it’s not two gals having lunch. I always tip well, but waiters always think women don’t tip well so don’t treat us well and seat us by the kitchen. Yes, this is Dee’s blog and I’m talking to you, Steve Dublanica of “Waiter Rant” and others.

Snootiness is probably my prime complaint. Cluelessness is next. As a checkout person one scans things so everything is automatically priced. All you do is log out, pay out dollar bills and the change is dispensed directly to the customer. Duh. I have good ones and bad ones and know who to select.

Drycleaners, I’ve been at ours for nearly five years. Every time they change staff it takes forever for them to learn my name. One young woman asked for six months. Asked how to spell something as easy as S-m-i-t-h. Countless times. She disappeared. Now when I drive up Jim’s shirts are already on the hanger and they have the check ready.

Supermarkets, well, that’s interesting because I’ve gone to two practically equally for three years and one won out. The one that talks to me, the produce guys ask if I need anything and the butchers are ready to get me anything I want. The other, not. One specialty place is great and everyone treats me well but they don’t know me. Another has my favorite cheeses and such and one guy called me “sweet pea” the other day. They really know how to satisfy a customer, by just walking down the aisle and finding exactly what I want.

When I was in college I looked for holiday jobs that would help pay my tuition and food. I knew more than everyone else at cooking stores but didn’t have the page boy haircut or preppy clothes, so I wasn’t hired. Come to think of it, before this Christmas I stopped by Williams-Sonoma and they didn’t want to have anything to do with me.

Letter to commissioned salespeople: when we come in, we have money to spend; when you treat us like yesterday’s dishes we do not spend; therefore when we do not buy you do not get a commission. Is that clear enough for your little brains to understand? Service is an art. Too bad the wisdom of caring for others is not instilled in children, because it’s way too late to teach a high school dropout how to serve a customer. And you pampered kids? Most of us have to do these jobs to get through high school or college to have a future. Everyone needs to know this stuff. You have a staff, know how to treat people.

In-Laws

While making Jim breakfast I came upon a TV morning show piece on how to get along with in-laws. That must be a problem for some folks. One only needs to recall that these people raised the person you married and hopefully love. Any “shrink” would tell you that there are issues between kids and their parents. Dealing with them is another story.

For over seven years I’ve learned all about Jim’s family and loved them before I met them a year later, before we eloped. We eloped because of my family and didn’t want either family to take on the burden of financing a big wedding and Jim had just been laid off so eight of us went out, gave the vows and had lunch.

I could write a book today on how to do a $2,000 wedding with rings, wedding dress, shirt, tie, tiara, shawl, luncheon for eight and a suite at the Venetian on the 33rd floor in Vegas for two nights. Plus another night at the karaoke seniors resort Jim booked. That’s another story.

After our ceremony we called our parents and told them we were married. His family took it well, my divorced parents were unavailable so I had to contact them by email before leaving for the weekend.

Now I’m family in Texas. I bring a few dishes to Thanksgiving at Nanny’s. She knew I was OK when Jim’s belly enlarged rather than lessened. I’d like to lessen it now, Nanny! We bought Jim some jeans and Western shirts and a cool belt yesterday. It appears I’m embracing Texas,

Everyone in my husband’s family has been terrific over the years and Jim and I will celebrate six years of marriage next month. I can’t even name one name otherwise everyone will feel slighted. You’re the best! Keep cooking, especially our girls in training. Dee

Call Me … Spielberg

Here’s my first film, of Zoe and her PBK, taken just a short while ago. Camera doesn’t do great video (neither do I) and lighting was bright in here but not bright enough, but Jim wanted to teach me how to do it before he goes back to the salt mines tomorrow.

Here it is!

Go buy your dog a Kong and some peanut butter!  Dee

Family

Sleeping, they fill me
With joyousness, of being
Here to comfort them

Flowers

Jim took too long last night buying software, and showed up with two dozen roses, white and pink. I think he thinks he has to make up for the years he walked to work and there were no florists in town.

Early this morning I made three arrangements and, with the alstroemeria I picked up the other day it’s nearly more flowers than we can handle. The roses are gorgeous, opening fast and will be gone before the new year so must be enjoyed now.

For me, having fresh flowers is better than a Christmas tree, at least this year. Next year I may want to place my/our lifelong ornaments on a tree. My parents bought us each an ornament every year, labeled it and when we went away after college we got a box with our ornaments. What a wonderful way to keep memories.

Jim doesn’t have any, but I’ve been garnering two a year since we’ve married, each a different theme. OK, I bought two wooden socks, one blue and one green, the year we met, before marriage, because he was alone and needed a steak and baked potato and ornaments without a tree. Last year it was a Scottish lad and lass, this year a cowboy snowman and reindeer bearing a sheet of cookies.

My childhood ornaments are scattered but there are some with dates and I remember placing them on our tree. I’d love to see them all decorating a real tree.

Couples tell stories they remember, perhaps over and over. I think having an ornament from a certain year might bring up a new memory and topic.

I remember when my sister and I disturbed a beehive, when we recovered mice from the back of the Buick, and when my brother climbed the TV tower and wouldn’t come down. So many more. Time becomes more precious every day. Jim remembers riding Free, a dairy cow, and countless other stories.

So please keep cooking, for family and friends. And hand down your family recipes for traditions to continue. Dee

Holiday Movies

It took a while for me to find a space in the parking garage while Jim found tickets on Christmas day, but it all worked out. The theater was nearly full so I was in the third row looking up toward the screen, while he got a soda. I now know more about Frank Langella’s face as Nixon than I ever wanted.

Yes, the little ones (others’, not ours) were scattered seeing all their new releases so we opted for an R-rated movie (for language) and something that’s been out for a couple of weeks. Frost/Nixon is worth seeing. The key actors are incredible. Those who prefer car chases and things blowing up, stay away.

I was young and disinterested but not completely clueless during Watergate. When I’d come home from school, Mom was incessantly ironing while watching the Senate hearings. Mom never watched TV during the day. I’ll bet she cleaned and ironed all our curtains more than twice to watch the impeachment hearings. It was a heartfelt moment for me to watch her shake Senator Sam Ervin’s hand a few years later.

All The President’s Men was a primer as to the mechanics of the scandal. That was the “gotcha” phase as a prelude to the “gotcha phrase” of David Frost’s interview but here one may see more of the man. His daughters might not agree. His wife was largely absent in the film, perhaps in his life? I’ve not read the books, nor do I wish to. One can only be a specialist in certain areas.

As I said, I had more important things in my life than politics and living history. Like hanging out with friend Julie who always had an oboe reed in her mouth and marched in the 1972 Nixon Inaugural Parade, playing a flute. Yes, we were the team that TC Williams Titans took down the year before I moved into the neighborhood. Applause for all they did at the time, but all I remember is buses with bars and lots of security whenever TC was in town. That scared me, coming from a small town where people don’t lock cars or doors. But it was unwarranted as nothing ever happened. It was just me going to a big city.

Ironically I ended up in politics, thinking it was policy. I learned a great deal about issues, people and power. The power of the President is penultimate, the opportunity to intimidate visitors is vast yet it seems that certain leaders resorted to the most crass form of insult. LBJ calling in staffers to his bathroom and berating them when he was on the toilet. Nixon trying to put a reporter off guard by asking about his bedroom or whether his shoes are OK for real men.

Not that the reporter seemed to have any better qualities. No, I’m not a movie reporter. I was a kid here during the Vietnam War, Watergate and don’t know much about either except for Walter Cronkite. I remember he tolled the dead every day. We watched his news every evening and believed him, as I don’t believe reporters today. I need at least three sources of print/cable/internet news to even think that anything is true. When Mr. Cronkite said it, it was fact.

Give a try to Frost/Nixon but don’t sit in the third row.

Ten years from now, there will be an expose movie about President Clinton. Just like Watergate, it may focus on one thing. Let’s hope it doesn’t. Nixon had China.

A Quiche Fiasco

I still have leftover baked chicken breasts and two boiled corn cobs, carrots and chicken broth et al so thought I might use my new French onion soup bowls to make chicken pot pie. I love it with puff pastry on top so picked some up frozen this morning. No, I don’t make puff pastry. My hands melt the butter and I don’t have the patience for six turns and all that rolling.

Yesterday I wanted something different so bought a small commercial ham and coated it with grainy mustard and honey before baking it for an hour. Today, I thought, why not make a quiche with ham, and try to fudge the puff pastry into being a crust?

I rolled out a sheet of pastry, cut it 1″ larger than the base of the very expensive 9″ tart pan that was recently purchased, and laid in the pastry. I cut a sheet of parchment into a round and lined it with “pie weight beans.” Baked for five minutes and the sides receded precipitously. Removed the parchment and beans, docked it, and baked five minutes more and it came out flat as a pancake.

While cooling, the base became flatter but in some places I had less than 1/2 inch for filling, and had spent the baking time making the filling.

So Jim went to the store and bought two frozen pie crusts. Don’t you just love him? I blind-baked one and filled it with leftover ham and Emmenthaler cheese, a few chopped chives, sprinking of Parmigiano Reggiano and my own custard and baked. It was tasty. Leftovers will be even tastier for breakfast. I served it with an endive salad with sherry vinaigrette, which I enjoyed as it provided a counterpoint to the richness of the quiche. Jim didn’t think so. I’d intended the endive for a salad with beets and roasted pecans, where the sweetness of the beets and crunchiness of the pecans would have mitigated the spiciness of the endive. The pastry debacle precluded the time needed for the roasting, cooling and peeling of beets.

For a guy that only knew iceberg lettuce and learned to love Caesar salad, endive is a long and torturous journey. Jim doesn’t like my homemade vinaigrettes and prefers bottled Ranch or Thousand Island dressing. Yes, I have my work cut out for me but years to do it. As for today, I learned lessons about pastry and endive, and us. Thanks, Jim!

Tomorrow I have to learn how to use the new video software. Jim wants me to do short cooking videos, which means my upper kitchen counter can no longer be a repository for mail, receipts et al… That’s the challenge. Keep cooking! Dee

New Year’s Resolution #4

I will try a recipe the first time with necessary abandon. If it works, I will try to calculate what I put in it, try it again and let you know about it. If it doesn’t work I’ll fix it or trash the idea.

First, let us see if anyone will sue me for this. Take two slices of bread, your choice. Place peanut butter of your choice on one slice of bread. Place jam or jelly or your choice on top of the peanut butter. Top with remaining slice of bread and eat. Preferably over the kitchen sink, hoping for a better dinner and a better life.

OK, now I own this recipe and can sue bloggers for re-printing it. No, I’ll probably be sued for using the term “peanut” instead of “nut.” Yes, I’m a nut for posting this. Dee

Cooking Mags II

In the past I ordered a cooking magazine or two, and they clogged up my mailbox or nightstand. Then I would go through the recipe page and look up a few. Then, heaven forbid, I couldn’t throw it out because I might never find it again. That has happened to me time and again. But being a blogger, no-one will give permissions to print credited recipes anyway.

Food and Wine gently suggests signing up. My problem is that I only want online access to the magazine to see what’s fresh and new and peruse the archives. I don’t need a tree cut down every month for my reading enjoyment. Some magazines are getting the hint.

But Cooks Illustrated does the hard sell, in my email inbox at least once a day. And now they’re limiting content in the emails they send me. Sorry, this one’s only for members! Ha! Gotcha! Subscribe to our online membership free for a month then we’ll charge you for life unless you spend three weeks calling India for customer support to cancel. Especially after a fellow blogger changed one of their recipes, published it crediting the company and they harassed her mercilessly, saying that their recipe was “perfect” and she had no right to change it.

I don’t work in restaurants anymore. If I want to change a recipe to please my fellow diners, I will do so as needed. No, I’ll do so because I don’t have one item in my pantry or Jim can’t eat anchovies or whatever I feel like doing. Ninety-five percent of the time I don’t use a recipe, just think of something and make it. But I don’t measure so have to do better on that so I can pass my recipes on to you. Should that be New Year’s Resolution #4? We’ll see.

How do you like the blog? It has its ups and downs, in terms of readership, and I thank a number of stalwart readers for writing in with their comments. I was thinking of some changes, not yet solidified, for 2009. What do you think? Hope you’re enjoying a warm and fuzzy weekend with your loved ones. Dee

p.s. Many years ago, on my first home computer, it came with AOL. When I tried to get rid of it, they wouldn’t let me. I spent months on the phone telling them I no longer wanted their service. They always asked “why” and tried to engage me in conversation. Incredibly annoying. It took having my purse (and credit card that paid for AOL) stolen in Italy for them to drop me. I returned with no money, having spent most of New Year’s at the police station or Consulate. But when I went to sign in I had no more AOL and was a happy camper!!!