Daily Archives: January 23, 2009

Synergy

Have you ever had that feeling that something was going to turn out a specific way?  Where you know everything is lined up and is going to go in a certain direction.

I get that  from time to time.  It’s a really strange feeling that the ground beneath you is going to shift.  I’m not feeling it yet but in two months I’d be surprised if we’re in Texas.

If we’re headed toward moving there are a lot of items in the freezer and pantry we need to eat.  Brother John’s deer, Wobbly (a chuck steak from a farm animal), fries, pizza. Lots in the frig as well.  And the ersatz pantry includes babas au rhum from Sicily (a gift from Rocco), hearts of palm, artichoke hearts, dried cranberries, mincemeat, plus tons of pasta, rice (Arborio et al) and legumes.

Any ideas would be appreciated.  I don’t feel the moving vibe quite yet, but times are a’changing. Dee

Olive Oil

Regello Oil

Regello Oil

Today I was asked to take a taste of bread with extra virgin olive oil.  Turns out the lady owns the olive grove, it’s in the same town where I went to cooking school, and her husband, a retired Physics professor, taught my husband in college.  I hope to cook for her in Italy as soon as we can get back there.  Only local ingredients, of course.

Her extra virgin olive oil can be found at amiciitalianimports.com.  Sorry, the insert function didn’t work and I don’t know my html.  Her name is Carolyn and she’s a lovely lady.  I promised I wouldn’t cook with it and only use it for salad and other non-heated items.  Dee

ps I just saw it and it’s not a great shot.  Not even a good one, sorry.  It’s Amici and she wrote “To Dee, buon appetito, Carolyn.”

She’s Looking for Jim

Blocking the aisle to the kitchen, while I ponder a choice of soup, quesadilla or grilled cheese sandwich for lunch is Zoe.  She always freaks out a bit when I pack a bag.  Now she’s somewhat confused because only Jim left town and we saw him off at the car after a walk.

The broccoli/cauliflower cheese soup is terrific, I tasted a spoonful and it’s better the second day.  But I think I’ll save it for our anniversary dinner.  Any ideas on that?  He’s allergic to fish.

I made a mistake when we got our sofa, which is a three-seat sofa with an arm, or chaise, for two.  I measured for the three-seater and not for the arm so we have less than two feet to move from office or bedroom to the kitchen.  So often I have food or laundry that needs to be moved and she’s in the most inopportune place possible, designed to trip me up!

I’m about to go to the store and fish is definitely on the menu!  Salmon with braised leeks en papillote.  I’ll work on the rest at the store.   Jim is boarding now and I can make fish with abandon.  Yum!  Dee

Making a Difference

This has nothing to do with President Obama’s call for volunteerism.  I’ve volunteered consistently and spent many years of my life in service to others.

After fifteen years of volunteering, when I moved to TX I called a local organization and told them of my experience and desire to volunteer.  They told me I could come in if I wanted to, but basically they believe that volunteers are useless.  Point blank, true!  The other day they sent me an email begging for money.  I responded by stating that if they don’t want me, certainly they won’t want my money either.

Today I heard from Val the Vet with a cause I’m interested in.  A farm down the road from Jim’s parents has an excess of non-papered Arabian horses that need homes.  I worked the internet and phones and am working on a solution.  Why?  Because I can.  I may not find one but I’ve created enough projects and volunteered and placed volunteers in enough places to lend a hand.

My worst volunteer job was serving dinner to the homeless on Thanksgiving.  First they made us fold urine-soaked blankets in the shelter.  I did get to wash my hands before serving dinner from a steam table line.  The power went out three times and each time the staff held us so we wouldn’t be raped by the diners.  Fun, Yeah!

Yesterday I fully read the email sent to husband Jim for his eight hours of interviews tomorrow.  I printed out the Agile Manifesto for him to read for a group discussion.  I’m a smart gal, available for the right volunteer job in whatever city we end up in.  Treat me well and give me challenging work and I’m a volunteer, and donor, for life.  Here’s to making the world a better place!  Dee

What Do You Want in a Grocery?

I want quality products and service.  In cooking school one learns to shop the outer aisles, produce, butcher, dairy.  You go inside for rice and pasta, legumes.

Randalls is closest, about 1.5 miles away, and the produce and meat people know me and always ask if I need anything.  The manager knows me.  The checkers know me after nearly five years and butchers will give me whatever meat I want.

Krogers is in the expensive part of town (what part of town isn’t expensive?) and it’s a union shop and while one manager says hello, no-one has ever helped me in the produce and meat departments.

Specialty market Central Market is a cook’s dream.  If you forget something along the way it’s nearly impossible to get back.  But when I wanted to serve my husband’s family Christmas dinner a year ago he knew they didn’t have much time to spend with us so I made a few dishes (he didn’t want me to spend the day in the kitchen away from our guests) and ordered the rest from CM and it was delicious.  Yes, of course I told them the truth!  I read today that they have 800 kinds of cheese.  I’m about to become a cheese-a-tarian (thanks Doug Jones who authored “My Brother’s Farm).

Spec’s is fabulous, a liquor store with specialty root beer and Dr. Pepper for Jim, limoncello, wine and any other spirit one desires.  They also have great cheeses and specialty items like Lebkuchen for the holidays.  Workers come from downtown for specialty sandwiches.  I buy their Kalamata olives from the olive bar and drain the brine and marinate them with olive oil, garlic and herbs and spices.  What a great place!

Talk to your people.  You go there regularly, so create a relationship and they’ll recognize you when you enter the store.  If you want raspberries and there are none out and your recipe calls for them, ask them to look in back or ask for an alternative.

Cooking school gave me the confidence to talk to my butcher, order unusual cuts, or get my knives sharpened.  They do that at Central Market while you shop, a really cool feature!

Asian markets are interesting but I need my friend Kim to walk me through and explain some things.

You don’t need individually-packed meals and can make a great dinner from scratch in very little time.  Look at my ten-minute prep lasagna.  In wintertime, preparing a stew for a slow-cooker is ideal for your family.  When the older kids (me and my kid sister, 1.5 years younger) were in high school we had to make dinner twice a week while supervising our younger siblings.  Mac & cheese, and tuna souffle reigned.  Pretty sad for two good cooks in our adult years.

I wish you the best of luck negotiating your neighborhood grocery, and remember to ask for what you want.  If you’re anticipating to grill a boneless, butterflied leg of lamb for a party, ask for it.  Make sure they take off all the fat and that it is as flat as an open book.  Then ask me for the perfect marinade.  Keep cooking!  Dee