Category Archives: Utah

Cheating

Last night my love arrived home bearing two TX license plates, sans Texas star, but they do say The Lone Star State. We sold the car in another state so TX advises us to keep the plates. I’ve never been one for posting license plates on our living room walls, or five-pointed stars to remind one that one grew up in or lived in TX for a time.

So, the plates mean that the Honda has gone to a good home and that we’re settling in to a cold weather existence with two AWD vehicles equipped with the best snow tires available. Jim got his rubber floor mats for the Volvo today and ordered me some because he didn’t have mats on the car he got two weeks ago. I have the expensive carpet mats and the driver’s side is filthy from mud and guck.

That’s where the cheating comes in. I’ve two pair of boots now, that I hate to wear except to walk the dog. But on a nice, sunny day when everything is melting I wear open clogs and end up in an icy, mushy parking lot that was not cleared out overnight. I end up with wet feet and a wet, dirty car. We’ll take care of the car next week when the mats are shampooed and real, sturdy rubber mats are installed throughout. It’s the translation to another climate and world that is a bit unsettling.

I grew up in cold weather and snow, and Jim promised I’d never have to shovel snow again. Well, here we are and maintaining the decks is no problem for me. Just a few shovels full. The rest is taken care of by the HOA. It’s drying shoes and boots and the dog and mud and salt. We were told a mud room was a must out here, they were right.

The cold weather begs other issues and aside from roasting (I’ve a decent roasting pan here and an excellent one in storage) I’m looking to find out about dutch ovens, particularly Le Creuset and what sizes I’d need for the two of us and for entertaining. I’m thinking perhaps a 2 qt for risotto or side dishes or mac and cheese just for us. Perhaps 4.5 qt for guests? I have to go look at them. I’d like to be able to roast a fillet or whole bird in the larger one or make a nice stew. I do not want oval because my burners are round and unless it’s big enough (too big for us) to go on two burners, it’s an affectation.

Warm food for cold climates. With the cars, boots, dutch ovens and altitude, this year has truly brought us to a new place. I’d say about now that we’re surviving the change, not yet thriving. But we’re living in someone else’s home with all their things so only Jim and I and the dog are familiar. Jim even has all new non-banker clothing so sometimes I don’t recognize him! Funny that the safe car he bought looks like it belongs to a banker! For all of you living in cold weather and warm, cheers! Dee

Working at the Car Wash, Yeah

Do the words “undercarriage blast” mean anything to you? Up here it doesn’t matter if your car is red, green or blue, it’s covered in salt. Every week one must drive through a car wash to eliminate the salt before the next onslaught of snow and salt to melt the snow and eat your paint and undercarriage.

A few months ago I went through one car wash with Zoe the dog in the way back of the SUV on a tie-down and behind a cargo screen. She jumped around the screen onto the back seat and nearly hanged herself. Today we went through the car wash across the street and I talked to her the entire time and she was cool about it. I was very proud of her.

Patriotic Zoe

Togetherness and food are the motivations. She didn’t get any food for this but she got to come with me in the car and for a herder that beats a treat and being left alone at home. And I spent half a day yesterday going downtown to get her frozen raw lamb for dinner. I am a fan of the BARF diet (Bones And Raw Food) for dogs. She loves it, is regular like clockwork and her coat is so soft it’s like human hair. Everyone comments on the quality of her fur. If I do take up knitting, I should keep dog fur for a year or two and have someone spin it into yarn. It would make a great sweater.

My leaving the dog at home in her crate secret is very simple. Take a Kong (a spherical device, we get the black ones that are nearly indestructible as Zoe can eat raw meat totally frozen) and put in some peanut butter. Freeze it solid. We have six of them and rotate them from dishwasher to filling to freezer, and she runs into her crate and sometimes pesters us to leave on a Saturday for lunch and a movie because she knows she’s going to get the PBK (peanut butter Kong). We can’t even call it that anymore because she knows the term and is even understanding “spherical device.” Well, she’s in the home of a Physics guy. Hopefully after 10 p.m. he’s finally on his way home. It’s been a stressful day. Cheers, Dee

Adieu

Goodbye, Honda. Hello, lower insurance costs (for a few weeks the two of us had three cars). I just read an email about old farmer’s aphorisms, many of which ring true for even city folks. Like, “If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ someone else’s dog around.”

Tonight dinner is delayed a bit for Jim, but chicken breasts are roasting in the oven, as will baby carrots and some Yukon potato fries. It’s a simple dinner. I’ve been busy with car and other issues today so planned an easy meal. I used a salt mixture recommended by my butcher, a proud Texan, that my husband now loves on steak. There are several versions of it but this is for meats, poultry and salads by A.A. Borsari. Note: I do not have sponsors (if I did, you’d be the first to know) and have not made a nickel on this blog for the 19 months it’s been in existence. It’s a mixture of salt, garlic and herbs and smells delicious right now.

As the cold weather descends, I think more of stews and roasted casseroles:

Lazy Chicken

Pot roast would be good, also I’d like to do a lamb stew. Jim and I eat dinner together every night, nothing formal. But being raised in a family that sat around the dinner table every night is a good thing. We talked about school, work, politics and had to ask to be excused to do our homework. This is pre-computer, cell phone, iTunes etc. I’m afraid it’s gone by the wayside for many families and that’s a shame, because bonding over food cannot be overrated. Being on a trip with the dog on a hot day, not being able to leave her for even five minutes, “dining” with the car running at Sonic over a burger and fries is fuel, not food or companionship.

Even restaurants (those who like to attract and retain top staff) have family meal/staff meal before dinner service. Bringing front-of-house and kitchen staff together nightly may decrease tension between the two. I don’t know. After cooking school I apprenticed at a great restaurant then went to work for another for two days while interviewing elsewhere… long story but I ended up not cooking anything for a while. It’s a joy to cook for my husband, family and friends. This blog is the greatest gift my husband ever gave to me. It’s where I meet you.

To the Scottish Council in Houston TX, I found steel cut oats for Cranachan at the grocery store, by Quaker! Imagine that! Cheers, Dee

Drycleaners

Earlier today I went to the cleaners to drop off a number of Jim’s shirts collected over the holidays. Due to putting XC skis in my car, he had taken the shirts out and all my re-usable bags so I stuffed five of his shirts into a canvas Whole Foods bag.

When I unburdened myself of its contents today, only to fill it again with packages next door, I met a woman who asked if I did all my shopping at Whole Foods. We got into a conversation about food, food costs, delivery services et al.

I find it humorous that my father spent much of his life lamenting that all the women in his life did was plan the next meal. He ate and enjoyed most of these meals but didn’t want to talk about food each day of a family gathering. Now he does the cooking, simple, healthy and mostly Italian. He’s sending ME recipes!

When it comes down to it, we all need food. Whether it’s rice and beans or caviar, food is is a common denominator that can introduce one to others and make friends. It helps to be able to talk about other topics such as politics, history, art, science and the like. Everyone needs to eat. Some of us like talking about cooking and meals and eating. I think I got a C in 7th grade Home Economics. Our team decided to do everything chocolate, my decision because I wanted to take Shop and they wouldn’t let me because I was a girl.

So now I talk and blog about food. Go figure. Thank you, Betty Crocker Boys and Girls Cookbook, early 1960′s version. At age eight, you rocked my world. Keep cooking! Dee

Packages, Deli, Music and Cars

It’s always a treat to get packages in the mail, especially when it usually contains bills. That said, I can’t wait to open up “Save The Deli” by David Sax. It is supposed to contain information on the best delis nearly everywhere, and I’ve missed Katz’ so much, their hot pastrami and latkes. For Christmas I asked Jim to get me something little, and he couldn’t come up with anything so I suggested Rise Up Singing, that also came in today and I look forward to perusing.

I didn’t have time to look at any of those or the Volvo manual sent by the dealer, that Jim is thankful to receive. We’re selling our Honda, Jim’s Honda that he bought two years before we met and he picked me up in for our first date. He spent an hour this evening cleaning it out because it will be sold tomorrow. I spent this morning downtown buying dog food and having lunch with Jim, then spent the afternoon running errands and looking up all the paperwork we need to sell a car (sale, insurance, etc) and will spend the morning getting it detailed so the new owners will be happy owning this mainstay to our lives for over eight years. She’s a great car, and will be missed.

It finally occurred to me that I’ve never sold a car privately. Now I’d never list online and have strangers coming to the house. But I’ve a litany of failures. My parents gave me a ten year-old car for college graduation, a station wagon. When I cracked the block on that one (I followed expert advice) I asked an old boyfriend to help me find a car and ended up with a real dud, a pea-green VW bug with rustoleum, semi-automatic transmission and fuel injection. A recipe for disaster, and that it was. I went out for an hour on New Years’ Eve, drove home, parked on the street and ten cars on that street were damaged by a drunk driver that night but mine, with no collision, was totaled, wheel sheared off the axle and other collateral damage. The wagon was towed away. I did see someone driving it a couple of weeks later. The bug was towed as an abandoned vehicle, and shouldn’t have been.

So I bought my mother’s Honda Accord, a car I would become comfortable with over many years. In the snow, with salt and sand the front end rusted out and I gave that one to charity. Then for a while I had nothing. I borrowed a scooter and made do. Then I bought my only new car, a Jeep. Red and shiny. I kept it for ten years and sold it to pay our way across the country, to a dealer.

Over the past year we’ve bought two used cars, both AWD for the snow and ice, both from other locales. For mine, we traveled to Austin TX. For Jim’s, which arrived two weeks ago, we had it shipped from Minnesota. There are very few cars that fit him, he’s very tall, and even fewer that have AWD and other safety features for snowy weather. So we’re selling our “first date” car, when he opened my door and took my hand and never let go. He’s the physicist and I’m the artsy, emotional one but this sale might hurt him as much as it does me, as he’s overly analytical on the outside but a really good guy inside.

Farewell, Silver Cloud. Serve your new family well. Dee, Jim and Zoe

XC Skiing

Any advice? Except to stay on flat trails to start. Jim and a buddy tried it for a couple of hours yesterday and we rented me skis, boots and poles and we’ll give it a shot in the morning. Most people at the shop were getting permits to ski the golf adjacent to the hotel, but we have a groomed trail a foot from our back deck that’s free so we’re going to try that. I feel a lot more confident doing this than downhill skiing.

Thirty years ago my parents bought us all SC skis for Christmas. We lived in a lovely community with very narrow streets that was perfect for the sport, and I used to ski to the post office to get the mail (the highlight of any Chautauquan’s winter day). Both skis and boots have come a long way in the intervening decades! Boots are higher with more insulation, and the skis are skinny little things! Care to take bets on how many times I wipe out? Happy New Year! Dee

Happy New Year

Jim got home from work at a reasonable hour New Year’s Eve (before 8:00 even) and we had a quiet evening. Today, a friend came over so they could both go cross-country skiing for the first time. I went lunch with them and “made” dinner but did not join them on their adventure. Sorry to say, I didn’t get a photo either.

Their second time out before dinner, Jim brought his mining light and even had the temerity to take the dog. Needless to say, the hipless wonder is sleeping soundly tonight. Upon returning home he fired up the grill…

Dinner was a Whole Foods extravaganza. I made boursin with whole grain crackers (bought, not made) and made pita chips for the weekend. I got cheddar burgers from the butcher, rolls, made guacamole and sliced tomatoes and heated Yukon Gold fries. And since Jim really wanted pie last night, I got a cherry pie. Normally I’d cook myself and prep for dinner and guests but he only gave me an hour’s notice so I made do.

Tomorrow we plan to turn in the friend’s skis and boots and poles (they rented first time) and re-rent Jim’s and get me started. Many years ago my parents bought us all XC skis and boots for Christmas and what a beautiful place we had to use them. Here they try to sell permits to tour a private golf course. Two feet from our deck is a groomed trail that goes for miles, and is free, so that’s what we plan to do tomorrow. We also have a trail map, which would help if we got more than a mile from the house!

I’ll make soup and sandwiches for dinner as we’re off to an early movie with friends. Let’s hope Jim can walk in the morning after over two hours of a new sport! Omelets for breakfast? We’ll see. Black Forest ham and Havarti. Perhaps Rosti. Or just cereal and peach yogurt. Life is a series of choices, and meals are but one.

Wishing you luck and love and all good tidings in the new year. Cheers, Dee

Christmas Dinner 2009

We’re on our own this year, with frigid temperatures and no new snow. I’ll make breakfast, of course, bacon and eggs and probably biscuits, tea and juice.

For dinner I ordered a rack of lamb. I plan to make a paste of garlic, thyme, rosemary and olive oil and let it marinate for a while before cooking it in a hot oven. Scalloped potatoes will be made and served, as well as baby carrots and green beans. As for an appetizer, I made some of Jim’s parents picked and shelled TX pecans for a party last night and our home still smells like curry! Dessert will be pastry chef Mary’s cookies.

We’ll probably see Avatar or another movie this afternoon, and make Zoe wear her new green velvet jingle bell collar for a while. Zoe doesn’t need a gift, she has new boots from grandma! I’ll take a picture when it’s light out and I have all four booties together. Margie designed them after my Hunter wellies of the same color. Along with Jim’s lined bathrobe that he loves, she made me a “keyboard cozy” of embellished denim, to keep dust off my keyboard.

Perhaps I’ll play a few Christmas songs for Jim on piano and/or guitar when he awakens much later this morning. Two hours ’til dog walking time. Perhaps a nap is in order. Merry Christmas!

Deli

I just bought myself “Save The Deli” by David Sax. Checking up on recent Amazon orders, tracking packages, I was sent ten top cookbooks by Amazon and had to check them out. Especially since it mentioned there may be one good deli here in Mormon Country.

Deli was not what I grew up with, in a small village in upstate New York. It was after college that I learned about bagels. I read about how they were made and know the feel and taste of a really good one. I also knew when our Irish assistant bought “bagels” for our legislative committee that included several NYC Jewish bagel experts (she also bought a bagel slicer, laughingstock of the meeting) I told her they were not bagels at all but rolls with a hole in the middle. I explained the water bath process yet she insisted on serving them for breakfast. What did they say? “These aren’t bagels, they’re rolls with a hole in the middle!” ‘Nuff said.

I did get to Dairy Planet in NYC once, for pierogies. Stage Deli, Carnegie Deli. In Texas I had to go to Katz’s every couple of months for a hot pastrami on rye and one latke. Sour cream and applesauce. Once I made matzoh ball soup with a NYTimes recipe that called for 1T vodka. I’ve tried for 20 years to find the recipe again as those were the lightest matzoh balls I’ve ever had. Very delicate. No luck.

Digressing from my story as I become more excited and hungry for deli foods I’ll tell you that my first adventure into smoked meats was in Montreal. My mother grew up there, and Ben’s was their favorite Deli. There are family stories of sweethearts meeting there for the first time. It was a big deal in the Depression (the 30′s, not this one). Smoked meat was a treasure my dear Aunt Joan used to buy and make at home for us, steaming it until just warm and serving it on good rye bread with deli mustard. When I was old enough I’d go to Ben’s when visiting and add a Molsen Ale to that order. The book I just ordered, when it arrives, may tell me more of the smoked meat tradition in Canada (Montreal) but I find it much more delicate than pastrami or corned beef.

Now a funny bit: a lady asked the butcher at a local grocer for corned beef for her father-in-law who was visiting. We’re talking Utah! Even in TX they sell corned beef “kits” to cook at home, plus mesquite brisket that I miss terribly. The butcher couldn’t think of a source around here for good deli meats. Hot pastrami, rye bread, deli mustard, a pickle, a latke. I can almost smell it. My husband got a car for Christmas. I got a music book. Perhaps he can find me a sandwich… Cheers! Dee

Morning and Christmas

Morning in the mountains, sunrise during or after I walk Zoe. Sometimes I rush home just to get the camera. We don’t have a tree. Jim’s allergic so we’ve never had one, so this year we have a red and gold jingle bell wreath in the front hallway and an evergreen wreath on the front door.

Our front door is at least 9′ tall and made of knotty alder. Beautiful! Don’t worry, we didn’t put a nail in it! We got an evergreen and pinecone wreath from Whole Foods and decorated it with just a few ornaments. Ornaments were always sacred in our family. We each got one every year then when we left home we got our own in a box to take to college or work thereafter. I’ve tried to get themed ornaments for Jim and me over the years, starting with wooden painted stockings, right up to the Scottish ones I bought while we were there. Everything is in storage. Thus the wreath.

When we first came to Utah earlier this year, we had no idea how long we’d stay or where we’d live. Early on we passed a gift shop with all kinds of Utah items and I found ornaments. Since Jim has actually gone fly fishing, he’s the moose on the trout, I’m the bear on the sled. This weekend we found one for Zoe and one for the family. Zoe’s is a hand-knit mitten and ours is a star made of recycled glass, both from the Swaner EcoCenter down the road.

I know you always love photos, and I haven’t been taking many lately. As for wildlife, I’ve seen a few geese over the past few weeks, nothing else. As long as we’re here, I’ll keep an eye on the Preserve and perhaps get you a photo of moose or elk. Cheers! Dee