Daily Archives: December 15, 2008

To Juni Fisher, Songwriter

I went into a country store today and was very conservative in my selections. Lucinda helped me, and what a help she was.

Inspired

Inspired

But I got this and there is a vest that I really want that I need to think about.

First of all, Juni Fisher is not just a song writer, she’s a story teller from way back when, a woman who names inanimate objects and tells stories about them. She’s also a singer, with a voice as clear as a bell, and a guitar picker. And a right nice gal.

I walked into this store wanting to look for Jim but ended up looking for me. My thought is that I’ll end up with something we could renew our vows in, someday after Nanny’s surprise has worn off. Then we can hit her again.

Boots will have to be specially made for me, perhaps for Jim as well. Hat for me would work but brother John has to weigh in on hats for both, as Jim’s head is too big – must be that darned big brain of his.

Yesterday, Nanny took us for a ride in our car, as she’s looking to buy a car and we just got ours a few weeks ago. Jim spent a lot of time adjusting her seat et al, but when we got on the road she was enjoying herself and we always love her company.

Let’s hope Juni got home safe and has some time with family and friends before her next tour. We enjoyed meeting her, spending some down time with her and listening to her tales both spoken and sung.

She brought me home. Three taps of the horn – thanks Mom! Keep on cooking, folks, Dee

Mincemeat

My brother sent an email today. He lives in Manhattan, The Big Apple, and went to Zabars to find Crosse and Blackwell mincemeat to bring to Dad’s for Christmas. Apparently Dad is supposed to make the mincemeat tarts. Zabars didn’t have it. He went home and looked up mincemeat online.

First, the Crosse and Blackwell site pointed him to Hackensack NJ for the nearest jar of this fruit and sometimes meat mixture that is all apples and raisins and rum and brandy and all kinds of good stuff to put in a short crust and bake.

That didn’t work. So he went further and what did he find? My blog. That’ll teach him for not reading me from time to time!

It may be better that Mom is gone to find that her beloved Crosse and Blackwell label is now owned by Smuckers. But with Kevin in dire straits I was ready to send him my sole jar of mincemeat.

At the last moment, I found it on the Smuckers’ site under “specialty” items and Kevin ordered three jars to be sent directly to Dad pre-Christmas so he can make the tartlets. Mom always had a special Marie Antoinette champagne glass to cut the bottom piece, a precise “Mom” measurement of mincemeat, then used a champagne flute for the “hat.”

Let’s hope Dad figures that out. In the meantime I always remember Mom’s pastry recipe:

1.5 cups flour
1.5 sticks butter, chilled and cubed (3/4 cup)
1 teaspoon salt
3T ice water (maximum, depending upon consistency of the dough, weather, everything)

Pulse the flour, butter and salt in a food processor until it looks like peas or lentils. Add 2T water and pulse. If it comes together right away, it’s done. It shouldn’t look like a solid mass but should pull together if you grab a tablespoon full with your hand and it comes together. If it doesn’t, add a few more drops of ice water until it does so.

Hey, I’m not the pastry lady! My hands melt the stuff. DO NOT overwork the dough as you will enhance the gluten (which you want in bread but not in pastry) and make the resulting dough tough. Place the dough on a clean flat surface and make it into a small round. Wrap it in plastic and let it rest in the frig for at least 20 minutes. This allows the dough to relax and the gluten strands to stop forming.

Roll out and use your preferred cutters. I wish I’d asked for Mom’s. Mincemeat tarts were always a family staple from Thanksgiving through Christmas and while the glasses she used to cut the pastry were not valuable to any collector, I actually think Kevin should have them for offering mincemeat this year.

So, Dad, here’s how to make Mom’s mincemeat tarts, except for the year that she and A.L. made their own, with meat! I told you this already – they went back to C&B that is now owned by Smuckers.

There’s no getting near the post office today, the busiest day of the year for shipping. And USPS site is down is well and holding postage funds that it won’t allow me to print. Happy holidays to you, too, Uncle Sam!

It is going to be a new year and we can only hope to have a better economy and our troops home from Iraq. Wishing you the best this holiday season – Dee

Happy, Tired Dog

We picked up Zoe last night and Jim’s allergies started getting to him so he gave her a bath. The moment the water hit her, he noticed she smelled pretty bad. Previously, he’d petted and calmed her while I picked up a few groceries en route home after our trip, and noticed that her neck was pretty matted from dog slobber. Give some, get some!

I hear that it was a good weekend at the “dog spa” and that they all had a great time together, sliming each other and playing. Today she is following me place to place and sleeping soundly. Now she’s clean but over twelve hours later, still not dry enough to brush out. I’ll run my errands then come back to her.

We usually take her with us to the farm, but this was an unusual weekend and we had guests so we put her up for the weekend. She must have had fun as she’s not usually this tired. Our Aussie mix, Runty Mutt, Noodle Doodle, our dear Hipless Wonder.

Our blog made notionscapital.com this weekend in “Blogs With Bite.” I’ll have to figure out a trifle recipe to contribute, perhaps attempt this one again with my own lemon curd. I’m going to the specialty store today and getting some meat and unique veggies. Nothing specific, whatever is fresh and catches my eye.

Zoe’s “spa” was remiss in giving her several meals I’d pre-packaged for her. They also did not give her frozen PBK’s (peanut butter Kong’s) and I had to ask for the rest of her items one by one. She didn’t lose any weight so must have eaten their food. It bothers me, though, to pay a premium for daycare (play time with other dogs) and overnights and not have them follow my simple instructions.

Next time we go to the farm she’ll come along and enjoy all the people, dogs, squirrels, goats but not the bulls. Today it’s broccoli-cheese soup. I left the cauliflower, and the pea, soups at Jim’s folks, along with new quiche pans. It’s only taken seven years but I’m introducing Jim’s family to new tastes and offering Margie unique ways to use leftovers on her work days.

Jim said yesterday that I’m expensive, and I don’t even shop! He tempered that by stating that I was a wise investment. Good husband…. Dee