Monthly Archives: July 2009

Getting Older

Today would have been my grandmother’s 111th birthday.

Happy Birthday Grandma!

Happy Birthday Grandma!

Grandma is on the right with the camera. As she died when I was two months old, I never really got to know her. But how I know her now is through Kugelhoph, rouladen, and our favorite birthday cake, Viennese Pecan-Chocolate Torte. Another inspiration to add to the pantheon of cooks that inspired me.

From left to right in the photo, it’s Aunt Betty, Grandfather who died six weeks before I was born, Great-Grandma and Grandma.

It is a great hope of mine that when I open a box of my recently deceased mother’s I come across some recipes that I can share with you, because they mean so much to me. On an old typewriter, pre-IBM, she used green ink and a very light paper and transposed a number of hand-written recipes that have lasted at least forty years. I may have one recipe in storage in that format. But I remember the treasured torte recipe as it took three pages and only hope one of my sisters (the bakers) has it to keep forever. It is a pecan biscuit, light chocolate ganache between layers, and a dark chocolate glaze. I’ve never made it but my sisters may have done so over the years.

I haven’t eaten the torte in at least 20 years but remember it vividly from childhood. My youngest sister and I were born in the same month so we got to share in one. It is a taste memory I’ll have forever. In homage to the cooks that influenced our lives, Dee

They’re Off

Jim’s brother flew in from TX yesterday and they had big plans to go fly-fishing today. First time for both with books, no guide. John spent a few hours studying and tying knots last night, after we managed the mix-ups at the rental place.

We packed much last night, leaving it to them to finish this morning (packing water in the cooler…) while I made them breakfast to eat in and lunch to eat out. Buying that ham last week and freezing it was a lifesaver!

I took a couple of photos, John knot-tying and Jim this morning with his fishing license but they have the camera with them (and binoculars), in case they see elk or moose or other critters up there. They’re headed to the Uinta mountains at about 10,000 feet above sea level.

No word yet and they’ve been gone over four hours so I hope things are going well. Luckily they had to check in with a Ranger to get up there and John’s the outdoorsman/hunter so as long as my Jim remembers to put on sunscreen, he’ll be OK.

This morning around 6:30 I made them a hearty breakfast of fried eggs, toast and organic maple/sage breakfast sausage, which all disappeared quickly and sent them on their way, luckily snagging the garage clicker and my only key to the Honda (he took my car) as they were backing out of the garage.

Hopefully I’ll be able to download some photos tonight, folks! After cleaning up from breakfast and their lunch, and fixing up the house after them, I’m about ready for a nap! Cheers! Dee

Julia

Ever since I was a kid I loved Julia Child on TV, then I bought Mastering the Art of French Cooking I and II then The Way To Cook. Today I received “Julie and Julia,” “My Life in France” and another memoir.

Forgive me for craving books, especially those about cooks and cookery. I moved here on a temporary basis four months ago and left 99% of my life back home. I didn’t take one cookbook with me. We promised we wouldn’t add to the meager items we brought with us but have added a bit.

Luckily I’ve all my herbs and spices plus more. We’ve bought a few necessary books. Jim needed shirts for work so now has a non-banker wardrobe of khakis and plaid shirts (the newest is a George Strait) that runs long so is perfect for him.

My favorite recipe from Julia Child is her French Onion Soup. You can’t take any short cuts on it and it is a perfect winter dish with crouton and gruyere cheese. Add a salad, french bread and a glass of wine and if I needed to impress a suitor, that would be the dish given the appropriate season.

Most of the recipes I learned in cooking school were from Simone “Simca” Beck, one of Julia’s collaborators on both French cookbooks. Both are gone now, so is James Beard and other culinary giants.

I understand the movie Julie and Julia is coming out soon. Meryl Streep is an icon and Amy Adams is definitely worth seeing. I haven’t seen any reviews yet but given these two actors and Stanley Tucci, this is a movie I’ll be seeing. Cheers, Dee

Hawking

Over the last few days I’ve been shopping different places to stock the larder for the weekend. At one store, the local football team asks me to buy something to fund it. I’ve demurred twice now without knowing what they’re selling, probably tickets to a raffle.

First off, I only give to selected charities; second, I never give where the middle man gets the bulk of the profit (candy bars); third; kids who get fireworks at graduation have very rich parents who can afford whatever the football team needs; and last, I don’t appreciate being accosted every time I shop for groceries.

That said, the young men were cordial, well-mannered and left me alone after I said a polite “no, not today.” When I exited the store they were on their expensive cell phones. Why would I want to give them money??? Dee

I burned the nuts.

The spicy almonds and pecans that are in my recipe file, I ruined them. First of all, I had only almonds. I was heating up the oven to 375 to cook chicken that was dredged in milk, seasoned flour, egg then bread crumbs. The gas oven at 7.500 feet above sea level was at 275 so I put in the nuts for five minutes. Around four minutes the oven beeped and I started smelling a bad thing, burned nuts.

I rescued and cooled them immediately and some may be worth saving. Darn it. Whole Foods had a sale. These raw nuts are usually $6.99 per pound and I got them for $3.99 per pound. I bagged them and will try one tomorrow. Darn it, it’s a great thing to have on hand for guests. Chalk it up to today being a crazy day awaiting a guest for the weekend.

There are lots of logistics involved so losing a pound of nuts isn’t a big deal, it’s just one favorite snack food I like to have on hand. Life goes on. Thanks for reading and contributing! Dee

Surprise!

My food order arrived overnight, much of it (juice, milk, eggs, bacon, bread and rolls) doubled in size because Jim’s brother is flying in tomorrow for the weekend.

I had ordered some grapes but the organic “surprise” box had a huge bag of grapes in it as well so I washed them, cut them into single-serving portions for Jim to take to work.

I’ve a huge bowl on the counter filled with organic onions, potatoes, avocados, tomatoes, nectarines, and beets. I like the fact that the beets and carrots come with the greens attached to show me how fresh they are. Of course I cut them off right away, but it’s nice to see them.

So I’m changing my menus around a bit. Later today, when I’m finished cleaning house, I’ll make big batches of cole slaw and potato salad. I’ll roast the beets and chill them for one of my favorite salads “invented” by the former LA bastion Chasens. Beets, endive, toasted walnuts. I make a dressing using sherry vinegar.

So I’ve lists upon lists and I already know I won’t have time to wash the dog today. Maybe Friday when they’re off fishing. I checked the fishing report and called to make sure their gear is ready to pick up. I’ll pick up a few steaks for Friday night in case they come back with no trout! But the most important thing is that Jim’s long johns arrived by mail yesterday… and they fit! I hear the waters are quite chilly at 10,000 feet above sea level. So we’ll pick up poles and waders and boots and perhaps a few more flies en route home from the airport tomorrow.

If we do have trout Friday, I’ll dredge them in seasoned flour and pan-fry them, save the steaks for Saturday and plan on stuffed roast chicken for Sunday supper. We bought a guide book to be used by guests, and picked up the local weekly paper and glossy magazine for ideas. It’s an arts and music weekend up here in the mountains, there’s a ton of things to do and we’ve no set plans except to tour downtown Saturday rather than Sunday.

Over the weekend we looked at the forecast and it was dismal, seven days of thunderstorms. We got the car washed on Sunday so of course we hit five minutes of drizzle but it’s been sunny ever since! Enough dawdling. It’s time to gear up for “hostess with the mostest” so, to work we go. Cheers, Dee

Varied Interests

One grandfather was a carpenter, the other was a bridge-builder. I don’t know what their interests were early in life, except my mom’s dad taught me copper tooling and that was the only time I ever got an A in art class. Most kids were doing a daisy or something simple and I did a jaguar in a forest. Then in fifteen minutes I did a daisy for extra credit (had to make up for soap carving).

Interests change and are certainly moulded by parents. I started violin at age six, along with ballet and piano a year later. Those were not my choices but I kept with them for several years.

At age 12, “Santa” bought me a cheap guitar and I taught myself a few chords and we even performed. Amazing. Day is Done, and Teach Your Children. That didn’t last either. But at age 50, I’m back! Real guitar this time. I’d love to be able to play well enough for family and friends to sing along.

Cooking started early and has lasted for more than 40 years. It is such an honor to be able to cook for friends and loved ones and share with you my recollections and recipes. At times I’ve tried knitting and needlepoint, even took a class in basket weaving that made me a basket-case in one afternoon!

Birdwatching is contagious here staying on a nature preserve. If I keep my mind open there may be opportunities to expand the interests and talents I have with new ones. I’ve always believed that one should learn something new every day. Hoping we’ll learn something today. Cheers, Dee.

Elk!

We’re lucky to have windows the entire width of our townhome on both floors. Upstairs, the master bedroom overlooks a nature preserve and three of the nation’s top 15 ski resorts.

This morning I was up at six and saw movement in the Preserve. Two elk were walking, then bounding, toward the highway. It was a sight to see. I’ll try not to think of the pound of raw elk meat and bone in the freezer for Zoe food. They bounded past the Greater Sandhill Crane family out shopping for breakfast with their colt, Eddie. Frazier? The show. The littlest Crane is Eddie, the dog.

Yesterday I made a great fruit salad out of my mystery basket of organic foods that are delivered weekly. I could have used some strawberries, raspberries and blueberries but here’s what I used: mango; pear; peach; plum; and cantaloupe. I’ve enough to make another salad tonight and perhaps serve it over a scoop of organic raspberry sorbet.

Jim is not a great fan of chicken but lately I’ve been making one that he likes. I take two bone-in, skin-on breasts and dredge them in milk, then seasoned flour, beaten egg, then panko crumbs (also seasoned) and bake them in the oven for about 50 minutes at 400 degrees. It’s not fried chicken but is close enough for me!

Our family friend (and inspiration for this blog) Joan made her version of this when we were kids and we thought it was great! She used cracker crumbs or even potato chips for the coating.

For seasoning I made a smoked paprika rub. I add a bit to the flour and to the panko and mix it in. Darn, I thought I knew where to find the recipe for it. It’s perfuming my pantry right now even though it’s in a glass jar! It smells intense but has dark, rich flavors that I might use on a roast loin of pork or other meat. Not on a NY Strip, though.

It’s another day in paradise and Jim’s brother is coming in later in the week so I’m working on lists and menus and what they should take fly-fishing. The answer to fly fishing is … everything but me. I’ll have dinner ready in case we have no trout. It should be a fun weekend. Hope you’re cooking this summer. I just sent myself the NYTimes piece on 100 summer salads and look forward to reading it and trying some. Cheers! Dee

Menus

One of my greatest challenges is guest menus, especially for guests who plan to live with us for a few days. Even though I’m older and established and know how to cook, it’s always a challenge to try to match everything so that everyone has a good time, or provide alternatives so that the fish-phobes and vegans are comfortable.

Years ago I had a small apartment with zoned heating. I wanted to control heating costs so kept the apartment at 45 degrees so the pipes wouldn’t freeze and when I got home from work would turn the heat in the bedroom only to 55 degrees. That year, Santa bought me an arctic weight down comforter and I got cable. I was collecting cookbooks and planning dinner parties in my first solo apartment so would hole up on a Sunday morning under my comforter, wearing a sweater, and have books and magazines all around me to plan the perfect dinner.

Of course I had to take into account the small gas stove and I had some mistakes, like storing bacon in the bottom drawer while the oven was on up above to make a frittata.

I’m here in the hinterlands with no cookbooks. Looking online to remind me or spur me to something new is not as romantic as sitting on the bed with six cookbooks, magazines and a notebook planning a menu for family, friends or colleagues.

Way before I went to cooking school I thought of menus, pairings, flavor combinations and only hope that my guests enjoyed the experience and didn’t think they were guinea pigs for menu/recipe research. My education continues and I have to thank you for that. Each day I learn something new is a day well-spent. Cheers, Dee

Last-Ditch Effort

In 1931 a San Diego matriarch gave $50,000 to build a sea wall to protect 200 yards of beach. It was called the Children’s Pool. Two children died because of the sluice gates. Since that time the gates have been closed, preventing free-flow of water to eliminate debris. In addition, because the State owns the beach and has allowed the City to operate it, the City of course did not do so and sand has amassed to fill in this man-made cove now called Casa Beach.

For years local seals have used this tiny beach as a rookery (to have pups) and as a safe haul-out site to elude sharks and sunbathe. They are a tremendous tourist attraction and are protected by the federal Marine Mammal Protection Act.

Several years ago, when signs were posted not to interfere with the seals, a swimmer did so and was ticketed. She had local attorney Paul Kennerson sue to get rid of the seals. He won. On Monday a judge declared that by today the City has to spend some $700K to disburse the seals or face daily penalties. The plan is to place loudspeakers on the beach with sounds of barking dogs.

It gets better. On Monday the Governor signed legislation allowing this teeny stretch of beach to be used for marine mammals and education purposes, effective January 1, 2010. Now the City, who is ready to unleash the “dogs” on the seals in a few hours time, has to go to the judge and ask that his ruling be set aside. If that does not work, lawyers must go to a federal judge (because federal law protects the seals) and ask to nullify Monday’s local ruling.

Many people think that Ellen Browning Scripps, donor of the sea wall on State property, owned the beach and gave it over to be used for children’s swimming and wading, and that she’d be turning in her grave knowing that seals have taken it over with the permission of the Feds, State and City and local residents. She never owned the land, it is the property of the people of the State of California, held in trust by the City of San Diego (who makes “deferred maintenance” of recreational facilities, well, recreation).

San Diego County boasts nearly 300 miles of sunny, sandy beaches that are much safer for children than the neglected “Children’s Pool.” I think it’s time to allow the seals 200 yards of it. To me, it’s much more interesting and educational than Sea World. Oh, yeah, I lived there for years and never went to Sea World because I’d rather see wildlife than trained Orcas.

As you can probably tell, I’d like to see the end of this today, with the seals and their protectors as victors. There’s to be a presence at the Federal Courthouse at 8:30 a.m. Pacific time, then at Casa Beach, where police may or may not activate the barking dogs. If you’re interested in learning more, check out http://www.lajollafriendsoftheseals.org

This has been an issue for years. San Diegans have also spent exhaustive efforts on whether a cross to honor veterans was a violation of church and state. Whenever one has millionaires and multi-million dollar homes it can be assured that mountains will be made of molehills. With the seals, I believe wealthy La Jollans don’t want riffraff like us parking and walking out on that sea wall to watch the waves and the seals. Perhaps that’s why there’s no highway signage to San Diego’s “jewel of the sea.”

Today I’ve got lovely chicken that I’ll bread in panko (milk, then flour, then egg, then crumbs) and bake in the oven, mixing in some of my smoked paprika dry rub in the dry ingredients. I’m also making lists for our first official overnight guest, Jim’s brother, in for a long weekend. I need to set them up for a day of fly fishing and create menus for breakfasts and dinners throughout. I won’t let them know that I’ll have steaks ready in case no trout are forthcoming from the fishing trip. More later. Dee