Daily Archives: June 15, 2012

Olives a la Dee

This isn’t really a recipe, but is what I did last weekend for an international dinner/wine tasting. Out of a hat, we picked Greece.

With guests in town, we were unable to attend the feast but brought a few appetizers and Italian wine (couldn’t find Greek on short notice). I bought frozen spanakopita (sorry) and made my olives, and some sliced tomatoes with oil from the olives and fresh oregano.

I bought a large container of pitted Kalamata olives at the “olive bar, ” drained them of brine, and placed them in a quart measuring cup with several smashed cloves of garlic, hot pepper flakes, bruised rosemary and oregano sprigs and covered them with extra-virgin olive oil, for 24 hours at room temp (covered).

My m-i-l tasted an olive right out of the brine, then 24 hours later after the “Dee Treatment” and it mellowed them just the right amount. After draining them into a bowl, I used some of the oil to drizzle on the tomato appetizer, then saved the rest to use in and on homemade pizza dough the following evening.

Yes, my Boy Scout nephew was the pizza chef that night, and I was his sous-chef. It’s always a challenge to cook for guests, especially picky children like my nephew. He’s a garnish-phobe. Cereal, no fruit. hamburger, no cheese. I have to gain his trust before trying the old favorite Auntie L trick: you must taste it before you ask the ingredients.

It worked for me. For one thing, I found out I LOVE bleu cheese, and now that my palate has expanded I’m a serious fan of Gorgonzola dolce.

As for the olives, I use anything I have that’s appropriate. I might put in some lemon peel or whatever I have on hand. I particularly love garlic, oregano and rosemary. Whatever you do, when you strain it, keep the oil! It’s delicious to baste a roast chicken or whatever, and will keep in the frig for a bit. Cheers! Dee

Guests

I love having guests. Even when they arrive a week after a move where we haven’t seen most things for 3/5 years and some for as many as 18 years. I’ve been carrying stuff around the country for my brother and sister since 1995.

So we didn ‘t make it out of Boxlandia, but Jim’s mother took a few things with her, including all the Corelle (that 80′s non-breakable dinnerware) she gave her eldest son when he went off to college. It’ll be good to have more of it at home for the grandkids!

But why do I love having guests, especially when we’ve just moved to a new town? We haven’t allowed ourselves to get to know the town yet, too busy with things to do.

I get to spend time planning fun things to do, and menus of course, and we get to spend the weekend and I get to spend the week learning about our new city. That’s quite a boon for the host and hostess, if I must say so myself.

Let’s see, I didn’t go but arranged a sail on the replica of a 200 year-old schooner on which my husband and nephew worked raising sails and learning knots. We went to the Pabst Mansion (boring), to an old pump station, drove along the lake to see other mansions, went to the art museum and did lots of other things.

We’re booked for a week next month and hope to have all the boxes out of here and pictures on the walls, a real home for the first time in over three years, with all our own “stuff.”

Jim has already put up a key/dog leash rack by the front door, and built me a pantry because we’ve a tiny kitchen and I’ve no room for food in it!

Before our next guests arrive, we hope to take care of five things: toss; give away; donate; store (like three boxes of Christmas decorations); and shred old papers. Then they can show us the rest of our new town. Farmers Markets are opening this week, hope I can find a good one! Cheers, Dee

Grass Fed Beef

I paid another $3 to try the grass-fed skirt steak last night. We were eager to get a new grill here but our tiny Coleman fold-up and tote grill is searing hot and has been wowing us for the last week or so.

Olive oil, Borsari seasoning mix (black label) and pop it on the grill. Jim loved it. I made rosti potatoes (shredded potato cake, stovetop) and boiled corn on the cob for dinner. Yum, it was good. Oh, I had some homemade chimichurri sauce leftover from the other day so used it on the steak.

This morning the dog and I were up and out at 6 a.m. Sun comes up early here as we’re on the eastern edge of the central/eastern divide. The sky changes colors beginning at 4:00 a.m. so I’ve taken to putting the shades down at night. I hate to do the blackout shades in the bedroom because I love seeing the moon over the lake.

While we always go to Nanny’s for Thanksgiving, I’m going to try to get a capon for Christmas. I know Whole Foods will never carry them (holier than thou ones who sell me bacon that goes rancid on the second day it’s open – Give Me Nitrites!) so I’ll check my other butcher. Or order online in advance. I’ve been trying to do this for too many years now to let you down.

Mom always made a simple stuffing for chicken or capon. For a chicken I’d take 4-5 slices whole wheat bread and toast it, take off the crusts and cut with a serrated knife into 1/2″ cubes. Saute some finely chopped celery and onion and add it to the bowl. Dig out the liver and saute it, chop it and add to the bowl. She always added some beef consomme to wet the mixture. Season the interior of the chicken with a mixture of salt, pepper and thyme – I mix it up beforehand to season the entire bird – tie and place in a 375 oven for 25 minutes per pound, basting every 25 minutes.

As I usually make a brown gravy to go with the chicken and stuffing, I like to brighten up the meal/plate with colorful veggies, such as roasted carrots or steamed broccoli. If I roast red potatoes with garlic and rosemary, I leave on the skins for color and nutrients and eye-pleasing color.

Folks always say you eat with your eyes first. If we didn’t, foodie magazines wouldn’t employ stylists and photographers. I don’t do mile-high chef plates, just quality ingredients cooked simply and usually served family style. When one has service for 18 and a dining table that seats four, in a small city apartment, that’s what I’ve chosen to do. TGIF! I get to work on Boxlandia (our move-in) this weekend! Oh, to put art on the walls. Can’t wait! Dee