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Top Chef V

Sorry I’ve been away.  A setting got changed on my computer and somehow I had no internet access for nearly 48 hours.  Jim fixed it in about 20 seconds.  But I don’t even know what my settings are and it wasn’t something easily accessible.  Anyway, I’m back.

It’s too soon to know how Season Five is shaping up.  When seventeen start and fifteen finish the first episode one doesn’t have much clue into personalities.

There’s one thing that really bugged me.  Ariane lives a short hop from the culinary magic that is New York City (not just Manhattan, the Boroughs), yet she looked Tom Colicchio in the eye and flippantly said she didn’t need to taste these dishes, because she has books.

Now I have a number of cookbooks, but that’s no reason not to travel to France, Greece, even Scotland where we were sent for three months last year.  Just don’t have a burger in Scotland.  Mussels and salmon, go for it.

There is something about the culture and the people and surroundings that give a cook a familiarity to try the dishes and then do a riff on them.  Books, while I love them and started cooking because of them, cannot provide that intrinsic one-ness with the people and their regional dishes.

That said, I can only “shop” vicariously, and Florence, Italy is my favorite city and foodie destination so Fabio, metaphorically, I’m yours!  Cheers!  Dee

A Cook Looks at Fifty

A WordPress site about Greece hit my site today and brought back memories.  The title of this piece is a riff on Jimmy Buffet’s “A Pirate Looks at Forty.”

For my 25th birthday my sister and I traveled to Greece and Italy.  She’d been to Europe before and intended to live in Greece.  My parents wanted me to make sure she had a job and safe place to live before I returned to my home and job a few hours away from them.

She’d been to Europe before so kind of led me around the first day or two of this three week trip.  We arrived early morning and went to our hostel, three single beds for $12 with a shared bathroom, OK.  Lunch, I thought I was cosmopolitan so ordered Campari, straight up and almost choked to death.  I remember trying all kinds of Greek food and loving it, and my sister ate spaghetti and meatballs nearly every meal.  She wanted to save money by sleeping on peoples roofs for $1/night.  I said if it was going to be $6 for a room I’d pay $5.

She wanted to take the boat to Italy.  I was seasick.  She wanted to take the boat back.  I paid for flights to Athens.  The coolest part is that we stood in the airport and decided what island to pick, as every flight took 20 minutes.  We’d already done Corfu.  We chose Crete and spent a week there.

Greece is about the sea.  Agia Galina was fantastic.  I walked 1/4 mile out to sea and saw every stone and speck of sand.  We sunbathed topless even though it was illegal.  And we rented motorbikes but it poured down rain (bouncing up off the pavement 8″) so took a bus to Knossos and the rain stopped as we entered and we were the only people there.  We didn’t need people or maps to guide us and saw this place all on our own.

Last night there we walked into a restaurant early, about 7:00 p.m., because I had to catch a really early flight back in the morning.  Of course no-one was there.  We looked and left and the owner caught us and invited us in.  We had a seven-course meal starting with ouzo, retsina and ending with Metaxa brandy and a spoon sweet dessert.  I remember being appalled at the price: $7.50 each!

Mom had sent my sister $30 to spend for dinner on my birthday.  I said we’d spend half on dinner and the other half on a decent hotel with a real bath and shower.

After that my sister left Greece and traveled, then lived on a kibbutz (we’re not Jewish) for six months before returning home.

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Now to Fifty.  I love the sea and Greece, but we did this for Dad’s birthday in 2001, toured the Ionian seas following Odysseus.  I named the trip, but it sounded better as “Chasing Ulysses.”  We have many wonderful memories of that family trip.  And I was in Florence for a couple of days when 9/11 happened, was stuck there and that story led to my meeting Jim and nearly six years of marriage.

So, I’m looking for something fun and appropriate for Jim and me to celebrate this occasion.  It’s only another year, but we should do something special, even not this coming weekend.

Jim hates eggplant, so I can’t make my wonderful moussaka to celebrate Greece, and forget Taramasalata, fish roe, as he’s allergic to anything that swims.  Don’t worry, I’ll work things out.  He wants to make sure I have a car this week, and has to do it or will drive me (ha) crazy talking about it.

Places

Every place I go has food memories. I remember things from my childhood, especially food created by the people to whom I dedicated this blog.

I’d like to take you on some travels that have enhanced my appreciation for, and knowledge of food, its preparation and enjoyment.

To do this, I’ll have to make some outlines and give you cookbook references if I can’t get permission to post a recipe. I’ll give a name to the series (three parts for now) and hopefully start in the next week or so.

For now you’ll have to settle for a non-recipe and story.

My great-aunt Anna died when I was young. I’ve always had cool aunts. And uncles, sorry godfather! My parents didn’t think we were old enough for a funeral so went themselves, a 10-hour drive each way. Our regular sitters were college students but we needed a live-in.

They hired the most awful woman who broke our Scandinavian chairs from sitting in them and when I came home showing a 98% grade on a test just dismissed me. But the worst sin follows.

Mom followed Dad’s mother’s recipe for spinach that calls for a special roux that I (yes I can make a roux) don’t know even today. This woman made us spinach and I couldn’t eat it. I said, at age seven, “where’s the roux?” Yeah, I ate it because she probably would have thrown me across the room if I didn’t. But at nearly fifty, have I forgotten the spinach incident?

While we were good kids and didn’t put dead rodents in her bed or anything, I’m sure her brief stay was anything but pleasant. I can sleep well at night knowing that mean nannies will get their due.