Monthly Archives: August 2011

That’s What You Get for Lovin’ Me

Peter, Paul and Mary did it, so did Elvis and others.  But check it out on YouTube.  No more trios or vocalists facing each other, as Peter, Paul and Mary did.

I love this song.  Not because I can sing any part, it just resonates with me.  I mis-stepped with an old, dear friend today on lyrics and he sent me ones from a Three Dog Night album that was stolen from me while I was hosting a charity event for UNICEF in 8th grade.  Heck, I just told you how old I am.

I do like piano and guitar but don’t like being told what to do or play.  I’ll learn the chords and be able to play Jingle Bells or some rich Dylan or Cash songs.

Three pieces of mine published at least online at NYTimes this week, a record for me but the hurricane got me going and trying to help the least fortunate, those in the flood plains, stuck there by greedy landlords, out.

I’m not an easy person to live with, but with age has come wisdom so I don’t get into foolish battles I cannot win, even though the right is on our side.

My loving husband is so smart, and wants to do good things.  I try to take good care of him, but that’s what you get for lovin’ me.  Dee

Better Ideas

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/31/us/politics/31disaster.html?partner=rss&emc=r

Sometimes I get so angry at the state of the country, or our world, that I have to write it out.  My husband, just at this moment, would prefer me to be a high school dropout without a brain.  When our educated and polarized brains collide, even the dog doesn’t want to be in the room.

So, he shouldn’t have married the smart girl.  I’ve ideas, so does he.  I help him achieve his dreams.  He ridicules mine.  We both have great ideas and will take them  public.  Between us we can conquer the world.

If the Kardashians can do it with no brain power or experience, we’ll do it but don’t need a reality show or multiple wedding gowns to get there.  I rented my dress and we did the entire wedding and honeymoon for under $2,000, including two 18K wedding rings. And we have nearly nine years of wedded bliss under our belts right now, when divorce is in the cards in less than two for you.  Simplicity is the key to life, and do unto others, Dee

Jobs

I found something interesting the other day, top dog at a museum somewhere in the USA.  Sounded great, I’m perfect for it.  But there are several issues.

First, it pays half of what any top non-profit position paid 30 years ago.  They want the applicant to have personally raised millions of dollars and go it alone without a board or staff assistance.  Their program must be in the dark depths because their paid attendance is abysmal.

So, I didn’t apply to the position.  Instead I checked out their website and e-mailed the chairman of the board and offered some free advice from a professional.

Also, I talked to my father, who has headed several non-profit organizations, and is running one now even though he turns 80 in a couple of weeks.  He says job sounds great, money is off and they need serious help before embarking on a capital campaign to raise mega-bucks.

Of course the Chairman never got back to me.  That tells me about the seriousness of the Board of Trustees.  So now they can go back to their bake sales and continue to drain the coffers while offering little to their patrons and visitors.

As for me, age has done nothing good for my figure, but my aptitude for figures, attention to people and situations and what works has been honed.  I believe it’s called wisdom.  See, I could’ve gotten this job and tried to sow the field and grow the crops but without willing participants even if I dragged it along and it succeeded despite them I’d have failed.

Now I’ve saved all that time and effort!  Wow!  That’s great.  It’s pizza night, and I’m trying a new one with prosciutto and arugula.  Had to buy overproofed dough from Whole Foods because I didn’t have time for dough to rise.  The guy was shocked that I make dough every week.  I asked if I could join him or his colleagues to make dough one day.  What I’d really like to do is be in the butcher’s section behind the scenes.  That’s strange because my husband’s parents met very young and were working at a grocery, his dad as a butcher and mom as a wrapper.

Now history is repeating itself.  That’s what’s happening here today, folks.  Go back to your own life now.  Cheers, Dee

9/11 Rules

In reviewing guidelines drafted separately for US government entities overseas and here at home, the New York Times calls the USA the President’s “nation.”  They probably won’t print my response, which calls the USA our nation, a nation of immigrants and hopeful and hardworking people.

Words from the White House are rife with alliteration, i.e.  “We honor and celebrate the resilience of individuals, families, and communities on every continent, whether in New York or Nairobi, Bali or Belfast, Mumbai or Manila, or Lahore or London.”  The White House tells government entities here and abroad how to “spin” the 10th anniversary of 9/11.

In my response to the NYTimes review I asked that survivors and those who lost loved ones on that fateful day be able to have their own backyard bbq’s without interference from spy agencies.  One opinion states that the writer commemorates 9/11 every time he/she goes to the airport and gets a full body scan and pat-down.

For me, I would like to say Grazie, Firenze, thank you Florence and the people of Italy.  Yes, I was “stuck” there for an extra week and was oh, so happy to land on the tarmac in San Diego and go home.

I held hands with 500 Italians in the Piazza Signoria during three minutes of silence and then the tolling of one bell.  I went to church with members of the US Consulate staff, and one lady asked me out for coffee.

The Consulate told me every day that no flights were going out to the US, then I walked down to the airline office and they told me the same thing.  I finally had to fly to Rome a week later to get out.  But the Consulate staff, seeing me in a sleeveless dress one day, said they could get me to Labrador, in Northern Canada but they didn’t think I’d appreciate being stuck there given my summer wardrobe!

While the Italians were wonderful, I only wanted to get home and find out if my friends were OK. Two weeks later I met my husband, because Americans were actually talking to each other, to strangers (I heard that for a short time even New Yorkers were nice).

Thank you, Italy, for your care and concern over 9/11.  Thanks to the neighbors who spoke no English but pounded on our door shouting “CNN, CNN!!!” and to the computer technician, electrician and delivery man who watched with us as the unthinkable happened.  Thanks to the photography place who developed my photos and sold me albums so I could document my father’s 70th birthday trip while watching CNN International for three solid days.  Thanks to the Consulate, which is now heavily guarded and not accessible to Americans any more.  They even closed a main street in Florence for their own safety.

Thanks to the people, to the churches, to all those who reached out to the US expats and visitors in those dark days.  No, I wasn’t in NYC, I was abroad and it gives me a different view.  Thanks to the Customs Officer at LAX who said “Welcome home.”  I cried.  I cried to be home, for those lost forever, for their families.  No-one can tell me how to commemorate 9/11.  I don’t care if you’re the president.  We are Americans and this is our shared nation, not yours alone.  Dee

My Cookbook Section

If you see one you like and want to order it just click on the blue link and if Amazon has it, you’ll have it in the mail in a few days.  I did this to make it easier for you to find these precious gems.  Actually, my husband did, thank goodness I only have to write what I want.

This blog has been operating for over two years and it doesn’t seek to make money, but if you do buy a book you want I might get a few cents, egg money or whatever modern people call it these days.  I wanted to make it easy for you to get the best cookbooks possible, even if they’re out of print.

Now, remember, I order some of these, especially collectibles, every time there’s a wedding in the family.  So leave some for those who don’t know how to boil water.  I read cookbooks as novels now.  My favorites from Julia Child, Simca Beck, and others are with me always in my mind.

Mind that they’re all in storage, air-conditioned storage and I miss sitting down on the bed and laying six cookbooks around and planning a dinner party.  Some are plain, some with line drawings, and others with full-color photos.

I just got Julia Child’s Mastering #2 out of the library and it’s due and I haven’t even opened it because we’ve had guests.  So be it.  Keep reading and cooking! Dee

It’s Concord Grape Time Again

Around August I get a lot of inquiries about how to eat a Concord Grape.  Several pieces have been written by me, plus recipes by Concord grape enthusiasts/veterans from grape country, on this blog, so look to your heart’s content.

I miss them and sometimes have to get a bottle of Welch’s white grape juice to have a faint memory of the taste of that pristine flesh.  Welch’s was native to Concord country ’til they left.  Western NY, Chautauqua County, is Concord grape country and they welcome visitors, especially after the summer season as you’ll get lower rates and get to see the trees change color, my second favorite season (spring is the first with farmers markets and fresh fruits and veg).

There are many wineries now, B and B’s, lovely antiques stores and a lot of Victorian and later architecture to admire.  You might also find my grade school music teacher’s recipe for Concord Grape Pie on this site….

Next it’ll be Capon.  I can’t find a capon to save my life.  But one farm in the USA has them.  That was a long-term project that I may be able to continue for you nearer the holidays.

Then your interests turn to mincemeat.  What is really in it and does it have to include meat?  No.  Where to buy it and when my brother looked for it all over NYC he checked it out online and the first hit he got was… yes, my blog.

I guess I’ll have to come up with something eggy or lamb-y for spring.  You can always suggest recipes here, or write about a family favorite.  Vegetarians welcome, even vegans though this may not be the best venue.

Storming again so I have to go upstairs and close windows.  Good eating, Dee

Memories and Rain

The rain woke me at 1:30 this morning and I closed the windows and headed downstairs to check on Hurricane Irene.  We had a lot of lighning, rain and luckily little thunder as that tends to wake the dog, but she and my husband slept through Hurricane Ike.

Luckily my brother, who lives in NY, is OK.  He was out of the state at the time on business.  I’ve some other calls to make outside the main areas just to check in.

Today I read on Slate.com of a couple of ladies in North Carolina who left the trailer park as it was in a flood plain and holed up at the Baptist church.  People treated each other right nice at the church/shelter and local businesses donated food or sold it at sale prices.  That’s what I like to hear, folks taking care of each other in a time of need.

Why are tornado and hurricane alley trailer parks always on a flood plain?  Is this a national plan to eradicate the poor and elderly?

In Hurricane Rita, we left Houston and took the back roads 24 hours to do a five-hour trip to my husband’s parents house where we stayed ’til we made sure we had water and electricity.  Stopping for gas, no way, there were seven police cars with cops standing outside with M-16′s.  We finally got gas at the middle of the night in a small town, no attendant, just used a credit card and thanked the Lord we were able to continue on our way.

Ike was worse.  Mayor told us to stay put but all the skyscrapers across the Bayou had their windows blown out, everything was flooded, and there was no water or gasoline for a week.  No food (we had a hurricane kit) and my husband had to lug water up from the bayou or pool to flush the toilet.  FEMA screwed up big-time though we never used their services a lot of folks needed them more than us for food and water.

One time FEMA drove four trucks into a distribution point with starving and thirsty people who had been their for hours.  The containers had been loaded directly onto trucks with a major police escort.  Yet when they arrived, they said (even though the chain of custody was intact) they had to inventory every item in every truck before they could hand anything out.  Some gent I appreciate to this day and beyond put an end to that.

There was no food in Houston.  I walked through a dark grocery store and picked up stuff I’d never use otherwise, just because it was there.  No bread, peanut butter and all the freezer and frig cases were warm so no protein.

All of a sudden one of my favorite specialty shops was open.  Dealing in cash outside the store with cases of water.  I only bought one case to leave more for others.  They had fresh vegetables and even offered to go in and get us a bottle of wine.

I just checked out the Washington Post to see how a former city of mine was faring after the hurricane.  They have a virtual 9/11 wall that I thought of commenting on, but decided to come here instead.  I was overseas then, just trying to get home.  Met my husband two weeks after my return, just because people were talking, and we got to talking, then the next day he called me for a movie and we’ll be married nine years in January.

The Italian people were fantastic after 9/11.  I knew I’d be spending days in front of CNN International so actually got my photos developed and picked them up that day.  The clerk apologized.  Thousands of people held hands while the bells tolled in Piazza Signoria and I was there.  Mass was said at the church where the Consulate staff went weekly and I was there.  Every day I went to the airline office then the Consulate (the consulate is now heavily guarded, no street traffic and no walk-ins).  I still felt hope that the US would get through this, not the way it did with TSA feeling me up at the airport and government snooping into local phone calls and emails.

I didn’t lose anyone in Hurricanes Rita or Ike, or 9/11.  My heart goes out that people did, as with Irene where we lost nearly 20 fellow Americans.  These events touch many people and are remembered for years.

May the survivors remember the best things about family and friends, not do stupid things like trying to surf during a hurricane, and always say “I love you.”

Thanks for reading.  Peace, Dee

NYC Media on Irene

Hey, I’ve got the best spot.  They flew me in here so I could be the best responder of bad news.

Oh, there’s no wind or rain and only minimal flooding?  Put me on the phone with someone who is suffering.  OK, thank, you ma’am.  Darn it, I’m not getting anything.

No rain or wind or surge?  This is NYC, for heaven’s sake, center of the world!  Get me something.  Oh, I’m so glad you and your cats were saved, now to more news.

The news is that, son of a b there’s no news here and I’m stuck as an anchor interviewing stooges placed inappropiately on beaches up the coast.  There’s no story here dang it.

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My take on the situation even before it hits NYC is to stop swimming out there, stop walking the streets, make sure you’ve survival gear.  Just in case the storm hits.

Don’t you have a crank-up radio?  That’s the first thing we get in hurricane land.  The Mayor has been good with telling folks what to do.  Watch CNN or the Weather Channel until the power goes out, then every couple of hours wind up that radio to the emergency channel.

Perhaps y’all will think that people who live outside of the NYC area may have information you might need, like right about now.  Wishing all the best on the Eastern Seaboard. Dee

NEWS? Or NYews?

For over 24 hours our eastern coast has been battered by Hurricane Irene.  Nearly ten people are dead.  Over 2 million people have no power.

Yet between CNN and The Weather Channel, it’s all about NYC.  I watch and listen because I’ve family and friends in the greater NYC area and Canada.  But it’s all about NYC.

When we suffered through Hurricane Ike three years ago, which was a Cat 3 hurricane, the folks in NYC were upset because they couldn’t reach any of the Houston people to get projects done.  We had no phones, no electricity or water, no gasoline to get to the office.  Plus there was no power at the office and all the windows were blown out.  We had no water for a week.

FEMA brought snack food to people who needed meals, and when stationed in poor communities decided to only give water and food to those who drove up in cars, not the people in the neighborhood who couldn’t afford a car and walked to get their ration of two gallons of water.  FEMA was afraid the walkers might come back again for another share.  FEMA had three years after Katrina to clean up their act.  Ike was another black eye.  Hopefully they have their act in gear now because living without power or water really sucks.

We lived in a four-story loft in Houston at the time and two units had no damage at all, ours and another.  My husband and dog slept through an eight-hour Cat 3 hurricane.  I was up, even in front of the windows, writing.  The skyscrapers 1/4 miles away had all their windows blown out.  Streets were flooded.  It was 100 degrees outside and we sweated it out, going down to the bayou and pool to get water to flush the toilet.

Then we had to drain our tank of gasoline to drive to the airport and attend my mother at hospice while she died.  When we returned there was still no gasoline and others (we were close enough to City Hall to probably be on their generator) had no power for weeks.  People in the Heights all had power on one side of the street and ran extension cords to their neighbors on the opposite side.

My thoughts are with all those affected by this storm.  Down south, we have a hurricane kit and prepare to “hunker down” even when officials should have ordered us out and instead mandated us to stay.  We left for Hurricane Rita and lived through both Rita and Ike.

Please stay out of the polluted water on the streets and away from electric lines.  Concentrate on getting bottled water and edible food, not snacks if you have the choice.  Take care of the young and elderly first.  Don’t expect FEMA to help and don’t waste gas in line for hours to get whatever they give you.  Get out of town to the nearest unharmed grocery store, after visiting a gas station to fill up.  You’ll know to avoid the ones with grocery bags over the pumps.

Best of luck, our thoughts are with you.  Perhaps you’ll remember that next time you think of Cat 3 and 4 hurricanes in the South an inconvenience to your office routine.  We’re people too.  Wishing you well, Dee

 

Cooking, and Not

My mother-in-law was here for a week and her last night she made homemade flour tortillas that are still in the frig, and very good.    I made fajitas with specialty fajita beef from the farmers’ market, good onions and peppers from my weekly delivery of produce.

The fajita beef, though drained, stewed and was rubbery.  Too bad I’ve another 1# package in the freezer.  Perhaps the dog will like it.  What kind of question is that?  Of course she will!  I’ll thaw it, drain it and chop it up in the food processor and make burgers of it for her.

Now, the house is clean as a whistle, I’ve done all the sheets and towelss in the guest room and it was ready the same day she left, for new guests.  Today I concentrated on our room, sheets and towels and now we’re ready for the weekend!  I always try to get as much laundry et al as I can out of the way so that Jim and I can enjoy our weekends, brief as they are.

So for two days we went out for dinner, casual as always.  Tonight he tried going to a meeting for work but it was a bust so he stopped and picked up Mexican food en route home.  I do enjoy entertaining but it does take energy to make sure one’s guests are well taken care of.  I take pride in entertaining and not over-scheduling guests so they can enjoy the mountains and clean air and activities.

Labor Day weekend we are planning on a brief trip, and the dog is already taken care of so it’s just a matter of where we wish to go.  I’d say a maximum 6 hour drive each way.  Big open spaces out here, so we have several choices.  We’ve just about got the place to ourselves again, only long-termers remain after school starts.  It’ll be quiet for a couple of months, until ski season.  Cheers, Dee