Daily Archives: December 18, 2008

The Cold That Keeps on Giving

Jim left for work this morning, only to come back seconds later for his dress coat (why, when it was 77 degrees today?) Then he came back again in a minute, only to get undressed and back in bed, where he’s been for the day. I’ve got it too, have had some version of this cold since Thanksgiving weekend.

I made lunch and took a trip to the store, checked up on a neighbor, RSVP’d to a holiday invitation and ran laundry, and also brushed out the dog, who looks very fluffy and clean. Jim just ordered pizza so I wouldn’t have to make it myself. Hopefully after a good night’s sleep we’ll be better tomorrow.

Top Chef should be on (missed it last night) shortly and I’ll check it out. I’ve been missing it more often than not this season. Delivery pizza overlooking the city, which we haven’t been able to see for the past couple of days due to round-the-clock fog.

Between the Big Three bailout and choice of religious leader to provide the inauguration invocation, it’s been a very political day. Jim’s watching Jim Lehrer in bed and I’m overlooking the lights and putting my random thoughts together on your behalf.

Nanny says it’s going to take much longer than two hours to peruse her books and notes regarding becoming a great cook. If she has the time, I’ll make the time. Don’t worry, you’ll hear about it! Keep that stove and oven working! Dee

Real Men Do Eat Quiche

Over Thanksgiving weekend Jim’s father Joe ate quiche. One with bacon, one with ham. Pre-baked crust, vegetable or meat, cheese (Fontina) and custard and we were good to go.

Last weekend I gave Margie two new removable bottom quiche pans knowing that she’ll find lots of uses for leftovers that would be enhanced by cheese, milk, eggs and pastry. Put those ingredients on cardboard and I’d eat it!

btw, one egg sets one cup milk or half-and-half or cream. Cook, cook, never enough cooking. Dee

Merry Christmas, Steve

It’s late at night, Steve, and I’m hearing the trains come in about 1/4 mile away. I hear the horns and the wheels on the tracks as sometimes during winter months they sound like they’re right next door.

I’m sure Jim could explain to us the atmospheric conditions we’re experiencing, as that’s what he’s good at. I just like hearing the trains. Many years ago Johnny Cash wrote a song about trains. That’s what got him to sing at Folsom prison: that wonderful concert.

The sounds make me think of olden days when rail was the preferred mode of travel. I know it’s still yours. Hey, next time we visit will you show us your train room? I don’t think I’ve seen it since Jim mapped out your overhead tracks seven years ago.

Thanks, Steve. Merry Christmas! Dee and Jim

Lazy Chicken

As I recall, this is a Romanian recipe. My family has been making it for at least thirty years so here’s my spin on it. Oh, my brother, a great cook, asked me why it’s “lazy.” There are few ingredients and they’re all cooked together for amazing results! He must have been in college at the time and couldn’t afford both carrots and onions.

Let’s say you want to serve four, or two with lots of leftovers. Take four half chicken breasts on the bone, with skin. A bunch of carrots, scrubbed. One or two onions, cut into eight wedges each. Place tightly in a roasting pan, with onions and carrots sticking up. Dot with butter. Salt, pepper and thyme, whole branches if you grow it. A splash of chicken broth, another of dry white wine and place in a 450 degree oven for about an hour until everything smells fantastic and is browned and delicious. Check on it halfway and add more liquid if it’s dry. You want it to roast, not steam.

That’s it. One of the banes of my existence is timing. In my Thanksgiving cooking lesson, I taught my students to work back from dinner time. If dinner is at seven, the garlic mashed potatoes go on the fire at 6:30. The roast chicken is at 20 minutes per pound unstuffed and weighs X and needs an extra fifteen minutes to rest. If it’s simple I just do it by rote, if a dinner party I usually jot it down just to make sure I have hors d’oeuvres and other items out.

As you prepare for the holidays, please remember yourself. Don’t choose a meal that enslaves you to the kitchen with lots of last-minute fuss. This time is what roasts are for. Place some potatoes around that prime rib! Add carrots, rutabagas, whatever tickles your fancy. Place the roast out to rest and listen to the oohs and aahs. An open kitchen is what you want, with stools on the opposite side so you can talk with your guests and yet keep them out of your way.

Stick with me, kiddos. I’ll have you shopping the perimeter of the grocery store in the blink of an eye! Dee