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Here are the tastingspoons players. I’m in the middle (Carolyn). Daughter Sara on the right, and daughter-in-law Karen on the left. I started the blog in 2007, as a way to share recipes with my family. Now in 2023, I’m still doing 99% of the blogging and holding out hope that these two lovely and excellent cooks will participate. They both lead very busy lives, so we’ll see.

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BOOK READING (from Carolyn):

Under the Java Moon, by Heather Moore. Sometimes these WWII books are tough to read. This is a true story (written as fiction, though) about a few Dutch families who are taken prisoner on Java Island, by the Japanese. Certainly it’s a story about unbelievable deprivation and sadness, but also about resilience too. Not everyone survives, as you could guess, but you’ll be rooting for young Rita who takes on so many responsibilities far beyond her 6-year old’s abilities. I read this because a dear friend of mine’s husband (now deceased) was in the Army during WWII and spent a lot of his duty in Indonesia and had horrific stories to tell about the weather and environment (awful!). A period of his life he liked to forget. The book certainly brings that period and place to the forefront. I’m glad I read it.

Never in a million years would I have picked up Blind Your Ponies, by Stanley Gordon West. If I’d read the cover or flap that the bulk of the story is about basketball, I’d have put it back on the shelf. But oh, this book is – yes, about basketball, but it’s about a place in time in Montana, a few decades ago, when a tiny town supported their high school team. It’s about a dream. About the town who believed in them. About a tall young man who comes to lives in the town, and his deliverance, really, from a pretty awful background as he plays basketball, when he’d never played before. It’s about relationships, marriages, families and about how this little team makes it. Such a great story and SO glad I read it.

A Girl Called Samson, by Amy Harmon. I’m a fan of anything written by Harmon, and this one delivered as all her books do. 1760, Massachusetts. Deborah Samson is an indentured servant but yearns for independence. From being a rather tall, skinny kid (a girl) to faking it as a young soldier (a young man) in the Continental army. You’ll marvel at her ability to hide her true self. It’s quite a story. She’s thrown into the worst of situations in the war and comes through with flying colors. You’ll find yourself rooting for her and also fearing mightily that she’s going to either get killed, or be “found out,” by some of the men. Riveting story beginning to end. There’s a love interest here too which is very sweet.

On Mystic Lake, by Kristin Hannah. This is a book Hannah wrote some years ago, and tells the story of a woman, Annie, who finds out (on the day their daughter goes off to a foreign land for an exchange quarter) that her husband is in love with another woman and leaves her. Annie, who has been the quintessential perfect corporate wife, is devastated. She felt blind-sided. She cries and wallows, but eventually she returns home to her small town, where her widowed dad lives, in Washington. There she runs into many people she knew and at first feels very out of place. Slowly, she finds the town more welcoming and she helps a previous boyfriend, now widowed with his young daughter. A connection is there. Annie has to find herself, and she definitely does that. Her husband rears his head (of course he does!) after several months, and Annie has to figure out what to do. I don’t want to give away the story. Lots of twists and turns.

The Vineyard, by Barbara Delinsky. A novel with many current day issues. Husband and wife own a vineyard in Rhode Island. Husband dies. Widow soon (too soon) marries the manager, a hired employee, much to the consternation of her two grown children. Widow hires woman as personal assistant (much of the book comes from her voice) and she gets entangled into the many webs, clinging from the many decades the winery has tried to be successful. Really interesting. Lots of plot twists, but all revolving around work of the vineyard. Cute love story too. It wouldn’t be a Delinsky book without that aspect.

Consequences, Penelope Lively. I’ve always loved this author’s writing style. Have read many of her books. This one follows a rather dotted line family, the women, as they grow through worn-torn London and England. There’s poverty and both major events and minor ones that send the story’s trajectory in new directions. Riveting for me. Lively won the Booker Prize for Moon Tiger, her most famous book.

Below Zero, C.J. Box. Mystery of the first order. A Joe Pickett novel (he’s a game warden in Wyoming) with a family member thought dead is suddenly alive. Or is she? Joe’s on the hunt to find out. I don’t read these books at night – too scary. I love his books, though.

Consolations of the Forest: Alone in a Cabin on the Siberian Taiga, by Sylvain Tesson. I’m not sure what possessed me to read this book. About a late 30s guy who seems to crave solitude; he’s offered a 11×11 cabin in the cold/frozen Siberian outback, on a huge lake that freezes over in winter. Here’s a quote from the book: “A visit to my wooden crates. My supplies are dwindling. I have enough pasta left for a month and Tabasco to drench it in. I have flour, tea and oil. I’m low on coffee. As for vodka, I should make it to the end of April.” Vodka plays large in this book. Tesson (who is French, with Russian heritage) is a gifted writer, about the wilderness, the flora and fauna, about the alone-ness, the introspection. Mostly he ate pasta with Tabasco. No other sauce. Many shots of vodka every day. Drunkenness plays a serious role too – what else is there to do, you might ask? He lived there for about a year. I’d have lasted a week, no more.

The Auburn Conference by Tom Piazza. Another one, given my druthers I’m not sure I’d have picked up. For one of my book clubs. Excellent writing. 1883, upstate NY. A young professor decides to make a name for himself and puts on an event, inviting many literary luminaries of the day (Mark Twain, Frederick Douglass, Herman Melville, Forrest Taylor and a romance novelist [the outlier] Lucy Comstock). Part panel discussion, part private conversations, the author weaves a tale of discord, some moderate yelling, some rascism and much ridicule of the romance novelist. Also some words of wisdom, maybe not from the authors you’d have expected. Unusual book.

As Bright as Heaven, by Susan Meissner. 1918. Philadelphia. About a young family arriving with the highest of hopes. Then the Spanish Flu hits and dashes everything. You’ll learn a whole lot about that particular virulent flu and the tragic aftermath. Really good read.

Hour of the Witch, by Chris Bohjalian. Boston, 1662. A young woman becomes the 2nd wife of a powerful man, a cruel man. She determines to leave him, something just “not done” back then. Twists and turns, she’s accused of being a witch. Story of survival, and a redeeming love too.

My Oxford Year, by Julia Whelan. At 24, a young woman is honored with a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford. She’s older than most of her fellow classmates, and as an American, doesn’t fit in very well. She’s left a good job back home, but determines to try to work some for the political campaign job she’s left, and also do the work for her Oxford scholarship. She meets a professor. Oh my. Such an interesting book. I loved learning about the culture of Oxford, and there’s a fascinating romance too, somewhat a forbidden one with said professor.

Madame Pommery, by Rebecca Rosenberg. I love champagne. Have read a number of books over the years (novels) about the region (and I’ve visited there once). This is real history, though in a novelized form. Madame Pommery was widowed, and determined she would blaze a trail that was not well received (no women in the champagne business for starters). And she decides to make a different, less sweet version. She’s hated and reviled, but sticks to her guns, veering away from the then very sweet version all the winemakers were producing. Fascinating story.

The Wager, by David Grann. A true tale of shipwreck, mutiny and murder back in the 1740s. Not exactly my usual genre of reading, but once I heard about the book, I decided I needed to read it. This is a novelized version of the story, based on the facts of an English shipwreck, first off Brazil, then later off Chile. Of the men, their struggle to survive (and many didn’t). Yes, there’s murder involved, and yes, there’s mutiny as well. Those who survived stood trial back in England many years later. Riveting read.

Before We Were Yours, by Lisa Wingate. 1939. A shantyboat in the backwaters of the Mississippi River. A 12-year old girl is left to care for her younger siblings when her mother is taken ill. A mystery ensues, and soon officials chase these youngsters to take them into an orphanage, one that became infamous for “selling” the children, weaving wild tales of their provenance. Dual timeline, you read about a successful young attorney who returns home to help her father, and questions come up about the family history. Fascinating read. You’ll learn about this real abominable woman, Georgia Tann, who profited by her “sales.”

The Vaster Wilds, by Lauren Goff. This tells the story of a young servant girl, in the aftermath of the starvation in Jamestown, the beleaguered town that virtually disappeared because the people weren’t prepared for the harshness of survival in those days. She escapes before the demise of the town and heads west, with nothing but the clothes she’s wearing. She survives longer than you might think, and encounters a lot of interesting experiences and people. Very interesting historical read.

Lady Tan’s Circle of Woman, Lisa See. Historical fiction, from 1469, Ming Dynasty, China. Based on the true story, however, about a young woman mostly raised by her grandmother who is a well known physician. Her grandfather is a scholarly physician, her grandmother, more an herbalist, or like a pharmacist of the day. Tan eventually marries into a family and is immediately subjugated by the matriarch, who won’t allow her to practice any of her healing arts. Quite a story, and also about how she eventually does treat women (women “doctors” were only allowed to treat women) as a midwife and herbalist. You’ll learn a whole lot about the use of flowers and herbs for healing and about the four humors.

Winter Garden, by Kristen Hannah. Quite a story, taking place in Washington State with apple orchards forming a backdrop and family business. Two sisters, never much friends even when they were young, return home to help care for their ailing father. Their mother? What an enigma. She took no part in raising them, yet she lived in the home. She cooked for the family, but rarely interacted. Yet her father adored his wife, their mother. How do they bridge the gulf between each other and also with their mother. Another page turner from Kristen Hannah.

Trail of the Lost, by Andrea Lankford. Not my usual genre. This is nonfiction, about Lankford who has plenty of credentials for rescue services, and is an avid hiker herself, determines to try to find some missing people who have disappeared off the face of the earth on the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s about how rescues work, everything from the disconnect between active citizens who want to help, and seemingly the unwillingness of authorities to share information. Not exactly a positive for law enforcement in this book. Really fascinating. There are hundreds of people who have disappeared off various long hike trails in the U.S. This is about four who were hiking (separately and at different times) on the PCT.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow, by Gabrielle Zevin. I’ve never been a “gamer.” Not by any standard definition, anyway. Not like people who really get into games, adventure, killers, etc. And this book isn’t a game .. . but it’s a novel (and a great story, I might add) about how these games come into being. How they’re invented, how they morph. First there were two college students, then a third person is added, and they end up creating a wildly popular game. A company is born. And it goes from there. Mostly it’s about the people, their relationships, but set amidst the work of creating and running a gaming company. Not all fun and games, pun intended.

Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt. Oh gosh, what a fabulous book. It’s a novel; however, much of the story is about the intelligence of octopus. In particular this one, Marcellus, who lives in an aquarium in a fictitious town in western Washington State. More than anything the book is about relationships, not only Marcellus with a woman (of a certain age) who cleans the aquarium at night, but the various people in this small town.

Trust, by Herman Diaz. This novel is an enigma in so many ways. It’s a book, within a book, within a book. About the stock market crash back in 1929, but it’s about a man. Oh my. It’s really interesting. This book won the Pulitzer. That’s why I bought it.

Cassidy Hutchinson is a young woman (a real one) who works in politics or “government.” She’s worked for some prestigious Washington politicians, and ended up working for Trump. The book is a memoir of her short spin working at the highest levels, and obviously at the White House. She worked under Mark Meadows and suffered a lot of ridicule when she quit. Truth and lies . . . when she couldn’t live with herself and subvert the truth. Enough, gives you plenty of detail leading up to and after the January 6th uprising. She testified to Congress about what she knew. Really interesting. I almost never read books about politics because I think many (most?) of our elected politicians succumb to the lure of power and forget who they work for, us, the public.

Becoming Dr. Q, by Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, MD, is an Associate Professor of Neurosurgery and Oncology at Johns Hopkins University. This is his memoir about how he went from being a penniless migrant from Mexico to one of the world’s most renowned experts in brain tumors.

The Invincible Miss Cust, by Penny Haw.  In 1868 Ireland, a woman wasn’t allowed to attend veterinary school, much less become a veterinarian. It took  years of trying (to the horror of her aristocratic family) and finally someone took her under their wing, she enrolled using a pseudonym (a name not revealing her gender). This is a true story of Aleen Isabel Cust, who did just that.

Her Heart for a Compass, by Sarah Ferguson (yes), the Duchess of York. I was pleasantly surprised as I read this book that it wasn’t the usual romantic romp – there’s more to this story than you might think. Ferguson utilizes some of her family ancestors as real characters in the book. Sweet story but with lots of twists and turns.

Someone Else’s Shoes, by Jojo Moyes.Nisha, our heroine, is a wealthy socialite. She thinks her life is perfect. At the gym someone else grabs her gym bag, so she grabs the similar one. Then she finds out her husband is leaving her and he’s locked her out of their high-rise apartment. She’s penniless. No attorney will take her on. She has nothing but this gym bag belonging to someone else (who?).

The Eleventh Man, Ivan Doig. What a story. Ben, part of a Montana college football team in the 1940s, joins the service during WWII. So do all of his eleven teammates. After suffering some injuries in pilot training he is recruited by a stealthy military propaganda machine. His job is to write articles about his teammates as they are picked off at various battle theaters around the Pacific and Europe. Ben goes there, in person, to fuel the stories. Ivan Doig is a crafty writer; I’ve read several of his books, my favorite being The Whistling Season.

Wavewalker, by Suzanne Heywood. Oh my goodness. A memoir about a very young English girl who goes off with her besotted and narcissistic parents and her brother on a years-long sailing journey supposedly following the route of James Cook. A very old, decrepit 70-foot schooner. Four people, 2 sort-of adults and 2 children. Sometimes a helper or two. A seasick mother. A dad who is driven to the extreme, whatever the damage he creates. She spent 10 years aboard.

Claire Keegan wrote Small Things Like These. It’s won a lot of awards, and shortlisted for the Booker Prize. Takes place in Ireland. Some profound questions come up in this novella, about complicity, about restitution. There’s a convent nearby, and attached one of those places young girls were sent if they found themselves “in the family way,” and about how the church helped, supposedly, by taking the children and placing them in homes, without consent. It’s ugly, the truth of the matter. Really good read.

Nicholas Sparks isn’t an author I read very often because his books are pretty sappy, but daughter Sara recommended this one, The Longest Ride. It begins with Ira (age 93), stuck in his car as it plunges off the edge of a road, and it’s snowing. As the hours tick by, he reminisces about his life.

The Neuroscientist Who Lost Her Mind, by Barbara Lipska. Interesting that I’ve read two books recently about the brain (see Doctor Q above). This is a true story about a woman, a neuroscientist, who developed a metastatic melanoma in the brain.

The Price of Inheritance, by Karin Tanabe. This is a mystery, of sorts. Our heroine is an up and coming employee at Christie’s (auction house). In bringing a large collection of expensive art to auction, she makes a misstep about the provenance of a desk. She’s fired. She goes back to her roots, takes a job at a small antique store where she used to work.

The Covenant of Water, by Abraham Verghese. Did you read Cutting for Stone, years ago, by this author? Such a good book, so I knew I’d enjoy this one, and oh, did I!. The book takes place in a little known area of southern India, and chronicles a variety of people over a few generations, who inhabit the place.

Finding Dorothy, by Elizabeth Letts. My friend Dianne recommended this book to me, and it was so special. Loved it beginning to end. It’s based on the story of 77-year old Maud Gage Baum (her husband Frank Baum wrote The Wizard of Oz).

The Bandit Queens, by Parini Shroff. It’s about a young Indian woman, Geeta, as she tries her best to make a living after her husband leaves her. Yet the community she lives in, thinks Geeta murdered him.

Attribution, by Linda Moore. We follow art historian Cate, as she struggles to succeed in her chosen field against sexist advisors. She finds what she thinks is a hidden painting.

The Measure, Nikki Erlick. Oh my goodness. This story grabbed me from about the third sentence. Everyone in the world finds a wooden box on their doorstep, or in front of their camper or tent, that contains a string. Nothing but a string. The author has a vivid imagination (I admire that) and you just will not believe the various reactions (frenzy?) from people who are short-stringers, or long-stringers.

The Book Spy by Alan Hlad. True stories, but in novel form, of a special Axis group of men and women librarians and microfilm specialists, sent to strategic locations in Europe to acquire and scour newspapers, books, technical manuals and periodicals, for information about German troop locations, weaponry and military plans of WWII. I was glued to the book beginning to end. Fascinating accounts.

A Dangerous Business, Jane Smiley. What a story. 1850s gold rush, story of two young prostitutes, finding their way in a lawless town in the Wild West. There’s a murder, or two, or three, or some of the town’s prostitutes, and the two women set out to solve the crime.

Storm Watch, by C. J. Box. I’m such a fan of his tales of Wyoming Game Warden Joe Pickett’s adventures catching criminals. Loved it, just like I’ve loved every one of his books.

Defiant Dreams, by Sola Mahfouz. True story about the author, born in Afghanistan in 1996. This is about her journey to acquire an education. It’s unbelievable what the Taliban does to deter and forbid women from bettering themselves.

Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. This is fairly light read, a novel – but interesting, about the meaning behind many flowers.

The Rome Apartment, by Kerry Fisher. Such a cute story. Maybe not an interesting read for a man. It’s about Beth, whose husband has just left her, and her daughter has just gone off to college. Beth needs a new lease on life, so she rents a room from a woman who lives in Rome.

All the Beauty in the World, a memoir by Patrick Bringley. Absolutely LOVED this book. Bringley was at loose ends and accepted a job as a guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. He’d been a journalist at The New Yorker magazine, but after his brother was ill and died, he needed refreshing. After his training at the museum, he moves from room to room, guarding the precious art, and learning all about the pieces and the painters or sculptors.

The Queen’s Lady, by Joanna Hickson. I love stories about Tudor England, and this one didn’t disappoint. Joan Guildford is a lady in waiting to Queen Elizabeth. Oh my goodness are there twists and turns.

Once in awhile I’m ready to read another Louise Penny mystery. This time it was World of Curiosities. Usually I’d write something wonderful regarding “another tome about Three Pines.” Not going to say it this time. Three Pines becomes a sinister place. Murders (many).

Over the years I’ve read many of Jodi Picoult’s books. This, her newest, or very new, is called Mad Honey. Oh, my. This book is beyond Picoult’s usual borders, but then she always writes edgy books. That’s her genre. This one is written with a co-author, a woman who is gay (I think) and also a trans-gender.

Philippa Gregory is one of my fav authors. Just finished her 3rd (and last, I think) in the Fairmile series called Dawnlands. If you scroll down below you’ll find the 2nd book in the series, Tidelands. Very interesting about English history, but about the same families from the first book in the group. Loved it, as I loved all of them.

Am currently reading Rutherfurd’s long, long book, Paris. I love these involved historical novels about a place (he’s written many about specific places in the world). It’s a saga that goes back and forth in time, following the travails of various people and families, through thick and thin. Some of it during the era of the King Louis’ (plural, should I say Louies?). Very interesting about some of the city’s history and royalty.

Although this book says A Christmas Memory, by Richard Paul Evans, it’s not just about Christmas. A young boy is the hero here, but really an older widower man who lives next door plays a pivotal part of this book.

Wish You Were Here, by Jodi Picoult. Another page-turner. I loved this book. A thirty-something woman, about to take a trip with her boyfriend, when Covid breaks out. Covid plays a major role in this book, beginning to end. She decides to go anyway as her boyfriend is a doctor and cannot leave. She ends up on a remote Galapagos island, and you go along with her – with people she meets, the life she leads, the isolation she experiences, the loneliness she feels, but the joy of nature is a sustaining aspect.

Not everyone wants to read food memoirs. When I saw Sally Schmitt had written a memoir, titled Six California Kitchens, I knew I wanted to read it. I met Sally a few times over the years when I visited Napa Valley, and bought some of her famous pickled items, chutneys, jams, etc. She was the original chef at The French Laundry, before it became truly famous by Thomas Keller.

Being a fan of Vivian Howard (from her TV show), when I saw she’d written another book, I knew I should buy it. This Will Make It Taste Good is such an unusual name for a cookbook, but once you get into the groove of the book, you’ll understand. What’s here are recipes for some “kitchen heroes” she calls them. They’re condiments. They’re food additions, they’re flavor enhancers.

As soon as it came out, I ordered Spare, by Prince Harry. I’ve always been interested in the Royal Family.

Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. Usually I don’t seek out short stories. I might have purchased this book without realizing it was. There aren’t that many stories – each one gets you very ingrained in the characters. I love her writing, and would think each story in this book could be made into a full-fledged novel.

A Lantern in Her Hand, by Beth Streeter Aldrich. A very interesting and harrowing story of early pioneer days in the Midwest (Nebraska I think); covered wagon time up to about 80 years later as the heroine, Abbie Deal, and her husband start a family in a small town.

The Messy Lives of Book People, by Phaedra Patrick. From amazon’s page: Mother of two Liv Green barely scrapes by as a maid to make ends meet, often finding escape in a good book while daydreaming of becoming a writer herself. So she can’t believe her luck when she lands a job housekeeping for her personal hero, mega-bestselling author Essie Starling, a mysterious and intimidating recluse.

Four Seasons in Rome by Anthony Doerr. I’m a fan of this author and relished reading his book about a year in his personal life, with his wife and very new, newborn twins. Doerr was given an auspicious award – a year of study in Rome, with apartment and a stipend. There are four chapters, by season.

Kristin Hannah’s Distant Shores is quite a read. Some described it as like a soap opera. Not me. Interesting character development of a couple who married young. She put her own career/wants/desires aside to raise their children. He forged ahead with his life dreams. The children grow up and move on. Then he’s offered a huge promotion across the country. She’s torn – she doesn’t want to be in New York, but nothing would get in the way of his career.

Oh, William! by Elizabeth Strout. Lucy Barton is divorced. But she’s still sort of friendly with her ex. It’s complicated. Out of the blue he asks her to go on a trip with him to discover something about his roots.

Tidelands,  by Philippa Gregory. It tells the tale of a peasant woman, Alinor (an herbalist and midwife), who lives barely above the poverty level, trying to raise two children, during the time of great turmoil in England, the rancorous civil war about Charles 1.

Read Reminders of Him, by Colleen Hoover. A page turner of a story. A young woman is convicted of a crime (young and foolish type). Once released her sole purpose is to be a part of her daughter’s life.

The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty. Oh my goodness. The wicked webs we weave. How in the world did the author even come UP with this wild story, but she did, and it kept me glued. Sophie walked away from her wedding day, and always wondered if she made the wrong decision.

Very funny and poignant story, Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, by Elizabeth Taylor (no, not that one). Mrs. Palfrey, a woman of a certain age, moves into an old folks’ home in London. It’s a sort of hotel, but has full time elderly quirky residents.

For one of my book clubs we read Lessons in Chemistry, by Bonnie Garmus. This book is so hard to describe. Elizabeth is a wizard at chemistry and struggles to be recognized for her intelligence and research. She meets a man at her company who is brilliant too. They make quite a pair. They have a child, then he suddenly dies. Her work isn’t taken seriously, so she leaves her employment and becomes an overnight phenom on a cooking show where she uses the chemical names for things like sodium chloride, etc. You go alongside her struggles, and her raising of her daughter. LOTS of humor, lots to discuss for a book club.

Horse. Oh my, is it a page turner. Loved it from the first page to the last. Sad when it ended. It’s a fictional creation but based on a real racehorse owned by a black man, back in the 1850s. Technically, the story is about a painting of the horse but there are many twists and turns. If you’ve ever enjoyed Brooks’ books in the past, this one won’t disappoint.

The Book of Lost Names, by Kristin Harmel (no, not Hannah). Certainly a little-known chunk of history about a woman who becomes a master forger during WWII to help get Jewish children out of France. Not easy to read, meaning the difficulty of anyone finding the means and place to DO the forgery and right under the noses of the Nazis. Really good read.

Liane Moriarty’s first novel, Three Wishes, follows the travails of adult triplets, so different, yet similar in many ways. Two are identical, the third is not. So alike, and so not. It takes you through a series of heart-wrenching events, seemingly unrelated, but ones that could bring a family to its breaking point and test the bonds of love and strength.

Recently I’ve read both of Erin French’s books, her cookbook, The Lost Kitchen, and since then her memoir, Finding Freedom. About her life growing up (difficult) about her coming of age mostly working in the family diner, flipper burgers and fries (and learning how much she liked to cook). Now she’s a very successful restaurant entrepreneur (The Lost Kitchen is also the name of her restaurant) in the minuscule town of Freedom, Maine. She’s not a classically trained chef, but she’s terrifically creative. See her TV series on Discover+ if you subscribe.

Jo Jo Moyes has a bunch of books to her credit. And she writes well, with riveting stories. Everything I’ve read of hers has been good. This book, The Girl You Left Behind, is so different, so intriguing, so controversial and a fascinating historical story. There are two timelines here, one during WWI, in France, when a relatively unknown painter (in the style of Matisse) paints a picture of his wife. The war intervenes for both the husband and the wife.

Eli Shafak’s Island of Missing Trees. This book was just a page turner. If you’ve never read anything about the conflict in Cyprus (the island) between the Turks and the Greeks, you’re in for a big history lesson here. But, the entire story centers around a fig tree. You get into the head/brain/feelings of this big fig tree which plays a very central part of the story. You’ll learn a lot about animals, insects (ants, mosquitos, butterflies) and other flora and fauna of Cyprus.

Also read Apples Never Fall by Liane Moriarty. Ohhh my, such a good book. I couldn’t put it down. Whatever you do, do not read the ending before you start the book. I’ve never understood people who do this. The book chronicles the day a mom just ups and disappears. The grown children come back home, in panic. The dad isn’t much help, and he becomes the prime suspect of foul play. There is no body, however.

If you’d like a mystery read, try Dete Meserve’s The Space Between. It’s just the kind of page-turner I enjoy – a wife returns to her home after being away on business for a few days, to find her husband missing and what he’s left for her is an unexplained bank deposit of a million dollars, a loaded Glock in the nightstand, and a video security system that’s been wiped clean.

Read Alyson Richman’s historical novel called The Velvet Hours. Most of the book takes place in Paris, with a young woman and her grandmother, a very wealthy (but aging) woman who led a life of a semi-courtesan. Or at least a kept woman. But this grandmother was very astute and found ways to invest her money, to grow her money, and to buy very expensive goods. Then WWII intervenes, and the granddaughter has to close up her grandmother’s apartment, leaving it much the way it had been throughout her grandmother’s life, to escape the Nazis. Years go by, and finally answers are sought and found. An intriguing book, based on the author’s experience with an apartment that had been locked up similarly for decades, also in Paris.

Susan Meissner is one of my favorite authors. This book, The Nature of Fragile Things tells a very unusual story. About a young Irish immigrant, desperate to find a way out of poverty, answers an ad for a mail order bride.

Also read Rachel Hauck’s The Writing Desk. You could call this a romance. A young professional, a writer of one successful book, has writer’s block. Then she’s asked to go to Florida to help her mother (from whom she’s mostly estranged) through chemo. She goes, hoping she can find new inspiration.

Also recently finished The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish. The book goes backwards and forwards in time, from the 1600s in London with the day-to-day lives of a group of Jews (who had to be very careful about how they worshiped) to current day as an old house is discovered to hold a treasure-trove of historical papers.

Colleen Hoover has written quite a book, It Ends with Us: A Novel, with a love story being the central theme, but again, this book is not for everyone – it can be an awakening for any reader not acquainted with domestic violence and how such injury can emerge as innocent (sort of) but then becomes something else. There is graphic detail here.

Nicolas Barreau’s novel Love Letters from Montmartre: A Novel  is very poignant, very sweet book. Seems like I’ve read several books lately about grieving; this one has a charming ending, but as anyone who has gone through a grave loss of someone dear knows, you can’t predict day to day, week to week. “Snap out of it,” people say, thinking they’re helping.

Another very quirky book, that happens to contain a lot of historical truth is The Phone Booth at the Edge of the World: A Novel by Harry N. Abrams. Set in Japan just after the tsunami 10 years ago when 18,000 people died. At a private park miles away, some very special people installed a phone booth, with a phone (that didn’t work) at the edge of the park, and the survivors of the tsunami began wending their way there to “talk” to their deceased loved ones. Very poignant story.

No question, the most quirky book I’ve read of late, a recommendation from my friend Karen, West with Giraffes: A Novel by Lynda Rutledge. Back in the 1930s a small group of giraffes were brought across the Atlantic from Africa to New York, destined for the then-growing San Diego Zoo. The story is of their journey across the United States in the care of two oh-so-different people, both with a mission.

Could hardly put down Krueger’s book, This Tender Land: A Novel. Tells the harrowing story of a young boy, Odie, (and his brother Albert) who became orphans back in the 30s. At first there is a boarding school, part of an Indian (Native American) agreement, though they are not Indian. They escape, and they are “on the run.”

Just finished Kristin Hannah’s latest book, The Four Winds: A Novel. What a story. One I’ve never read about, although I certainly have heard about the “dust bowl” years when there was a steady migration of down-and-out farmers from the Midwest, to California, for what they hoped to be the American Dream. It tells the story of one particular family, the Martinellis, the grandparents, their son, his wife, and their two children.

Also finished reading Sue Monk Kidd’s recent book, The Book of Longings: A Novel. It is a book that might challenge some Christian readers, as it tells the tale of Jesus marrying a woman named Mary. I loved the book from the first word to the last one. The book is believable to me, even though the Bible never says one way or the other that Jesus ever married. It’s been presumed he never did. But maybe he did?

Jeanine Cummins has written an eye-opener, American Dirt. A must read. Oh my goodness. I will never, ever, ever look at Mexican (and further southern) migrants, particularly those who are victims of the vicious cartels, without sympathy. It tells the story of a woman and her young son, who were lucky enough to hide when the cartel murdered every member of her family – her husband, her mother, and many others. It’s about her journey and escape to America.

Also read JoJo Moyes’ book, The Giver of Stars. Oh gosh, what a GREAT book. Alice joins the Horseback Librarians in the rural south.

Frances Liardet has written a blockbuster tale, We Must Be Brave. I can’t recommend this book highly enough. Although the scene is WWII England, this book is not really about the war. It’s about the people at home, waiting it out, struggling with enough food, clothing and enough heat.

William Kent Krueger wrote Ordinary Grace. From amazon: a brilliantly moving account of a boy standing at the door of his young manhood, trying to understand a world that seems to be falling apart around him. It is an unforgettable novel about discovering the terrible price of wisdom and the enduring grace of God. It’s a coming of age story.

A Column of Fire: A Novel by Ken Follett. It takes place in the 1500s, in England, and has everything to do with the war between the Catholics and the Protestants, that raged throughout Europe during that time, culminating in the Spanish Inquisition.

My Name Is Resolute by Nancy Turner. She’s the author of another book of some renown, These is my Words:

The Shepherd’s Life: Modern Dispatches from an Ancient Landscape by James Rebanks. This is a memoir, so a true story, of a young man growing up in the Lake District of Northern England, who becomes a shepherd. Not just any-old shepherd – actually a well educated one. He knows how to weave a story.

 

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Posted in Travel, on July 17th, 2014.

We were in Kings Canyon National Park (south of Sequoia, in central California) on the west side of the Sierra Mountains, just east of Fresno. We were at a place called Cedar Grove, about 40 miles into the park, and at the end of a very long, winding road. Campground photos are down below.

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One of the days we spent 3-4 hours here (above). The water was shallow, so the 2 young boys were relatively safe. The water was cold-cold. Temps that day were about 85. Most of the time I spent sitting in a chair, in the water right at the bottom of this photo in that shady area. Because the water is so very low (drought) the flat areas have eroded away and the picnic table, bottom right, was actually IN the water – somebody moved it there because there is no flat ground for the picnic table to be. People in our group sat there at the table, off and on, between fly fishing upstream and downstream, wading out to that big rock on the right edge. I read my book mostly.

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There’s another view of a different part of the river near the campground. I never did find out whether the bark beetle has arrived in this area – they can devastate an entire forest, but I didn’t understand why there were so many dead pine trees as you can see above. Bark beetles are very diligent and relentless. They don’t, hardly ever, leave any trees untouched. So perhaps the few dead trees died of something else. The above is the Kings River.

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Just another view of the river. I loved the shade. It was mighty hot in the sunshine.

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This was the campsite. Breakfast had been served. My son Powell is on the right in the navy blue shirt. His wife Karen is in the chair on the left. Her sister and her husband are in front of her. In the foreground is my son’s mother-in-law and her hubby is in the white t-shirt. The other folks at the table were friends of Karen’s sister. I do believe they were all looking left because the firepit was over there, and the 2 boys (6 and 5) were forever wanting to be too close to the fire, throwing in twigs, dead leaves and anything they could possibly find within 50 yards to add to the fire. They couldn’t wait for the fire to be lit every day (early morning and evening). What IS it about boys and fire? Must go back to caveman days.

As for me, I was staying down the road at the lodge (that’s the glamping part). All of the folks above were tent camping with either air mattresses or cots. I used to do that when I was young, but not anymore. Besides, the lodge had A/C in the room. I spent a part of each day there, taking a nap or reading and so grateful for the cool air. It was in the 90s the last day I was there. Dreadful.

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A little creek near the campground. In another few weeks it’ll be dry, I’m sure, as the drought has really affected the California mountains. Less snow than usual means less runoff.

I’m back home now – got home on Monday (I was gone for 5 days). One of my granddaughters (Taylor) arrived the same day I drove home. I paid for her to attend a 3-day seminar about how to write your college essays. She’ll be a senior this year and will be applying to nursing schools in the next couple of months. My friend Kathy’s daughter Meredith teaches this essay-writing class several times each summer. Taylor went home this morning. Taylor’s cousin Shalinn came down also, so they both attended this workshop and each wrote 3 essays over the course of the 3 days.

My outdoor kitchen and new patio furniture is nearly finished. The tables and 4 chairs to the bar-height table all went off to be newly powder coated, so won’t be able to eat outside for a long while (4 weeks, they said). The barbecue hasn’t been put back into the countertop yet and am waiting for that. Pictures eventually.

Posted in Beef, on July 14th, 2014.

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I was in the mood for some kind of fancy burger. I perused my to-try recipe collection, and up popped this recipe, from Food52 for a Japanese style burger (they called it a chopped steak) with an unusual sauce of caramelized onions, tamari, sake, Madras curry powder and ketchup. What a combination, I thought!

If you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, you’ll notice an absence of much of any Japanese influence. I eat sushi once in a blue moon, and only if it’s tuna or a California roll. I spent a couple of months in Japan years ago (1965 to be exact) and I wasn’t particularly enamored with the food. Tempura was good, but even then I knew it was rich and it didn’t appeal to me every day. If there were sushi restaurants in Japan when I was there, I sure never saw them. Probably the thought of eating raw fish made me cringe. Gyoza, however, I love. Fried, of course. I buy the ones at Trader Joe’s now and then and like them. I like my own better – they have more shrimp and pork in them, but oh, gosh, are they a lot of work. The TJ’s ones will do me just fine! I did make sukiyaki at home for some years after my 1965 trip, but even that recipe has disappeared and I haven’t craved it. Today sushi is king.

And, since we know from all the health experts that we shouldn’t OD on salt, I am careful about cooking with or using too much plain salt, or soy sauce, for instance. And with the scare about arsenic in rice, I also limit how much rice I eat.

All that leads up to the fact that this recipe appealed to me recently, tarmari included! As I write this, my best friend Cherrie is in Hawaii in a timeshare they’ve owned for years. She’s with her friend Jackie who also loves Hawaii as much as Cherrie does. Cherrie’s hubby, Bud, is fending for himself at home, so I invited him to come have dinner with me. Right now I have no working outdoor barbecue (an outdoor kitchen is under construction, and I’ll share the photos when it’s done) so it needed to be something cooked on the stovetop or oven. Bud is going to give me some barbecue lessons (you may remember I’ve mentioned here, that I really don’t know how to barbecue – Dave always – always did the barbecuing). I do understand the technique, but I need guidance about the brand of barbecue I have. Bud and Cherrie own the same brand (gas). I don’t know whether I mentioned it a week or so ago, but recently my cousin Gary flew down to visit me (stories on that soon) and his 2nd night here I defrosted a prime steak and I DID barbecue it. It took longer than I’d thought it would, but I think the fire wasn’t quite as hot as Dave would have used. But it worked perfectly, and the steak was done just the way I liked it – seared and charred on the outside – and at a perfect 125-128° temp on the inside, solidly pink with no gray anywhere. I was quite proud of myself. Back-patting here, okay????

A trip to the market ensued because I didn’t have the right combo of ground meats (half ground chuck, half ground sirloin), tamari, sake, and enough onions to make the caramelized ones needed for the burgers and the sauce. One thing I wondered about was what’s the difference between soy sauce and tamari. Well, not much, but tamari is generally less salty (good) and it’s also a thicker sauce than soy sauce (good in this instance since it was in a sauce). I also didn’t have sake on hand.

caramelized_onionsOne thing you need to know about this dinner, if you haven’t made caramelized onions lately, is that it takes a long, LONG time to caramelize onions. And you’d be amazed at how much you start out with (2 1/2 cups) and what you end up with (about 2/3 cup). I forget how long it takes (at least 45 minutes) – good thing I started working on dinner at about 4:00. I took the photo before the onions were fully caramelized. I figured you’d not be able to even see them against that black nonstick pan if I took the photo later, when they were nearly the color of mahogany.

I made Marinated Tomatoes to go with it, and some nice steamed broccoli. (The recipe indicated sliced tomatoes, broccoli and rice are standard sides with this burger.)  Our markets are just now starting to get good tasting tomatoes, so I used Kumato again, because I really like their flavor. And I made an ancient recipe of mine for a French-style poppy seed egg noodle dish which I’ll post in a few days. I didn’t serve rice, as any self-respecting Japanese person would eat with this.

The gist of the recipe is as follows: you cook up a ton of onions (chopped) until they’re caramelized a dark brown but not burned. You mix up the ground meat, eggs, seasonings, some bread crumbs soaked in milk (which gave these burgers perfect texture, IMHO). Most of the caramelized onions are added to the burgers (reserving the remaining for the sauce) and you gently shape them into 6 thick burgers. I pressed an indent in the middle which worked like a charm for a more evenly flat shaped finished burger. I refrigerated the burgers on waxed paper at that point. Meanwhile I set up all the things to go into the sauce – easy. I made the noodle dish and that went into the toaster oven for 25 minutes. I’d already made the tomatoes and they were chilling in the refrigerator. I prepped the broccoli in my cute little Lekue steam case, drizzled lightly with oil. The burgers are sautéed in butter (not much) – seared to get a nice dark crust on one side, turned over to do the same on the other side. I used my instant-read thermometer to test the meat – I wanted it to be 130°, or even a bit under. The burgers were removed to a hot plate in a low oven while I mixed up the sauce. To the pan I’d fixed the burgers in I added the flour and curry powder and let that sizzle just a bit, then added the reserved onions, tamari, ketchup, sake (with sugar dissolved) and finally water. That just cooked slowly for a few minutes. I added a tetch of water (about 2 T) because it got thick quickly. That’s it. Burgers were plated and the sauce spooned over the top. Garnish with parsley if desired.

What’s GOOD: the flavor of the burger was stupendous. It was just tender, just cooked through, just perfect. The sauce was a bit salty tasted on its own (so be careful not to add too much salt to the burgers themselves, but they do need a little bit), but with a bite of the burger it was great. Altogether fabulous dish. It would be worthy of a company meal for sure. Not difficult for a weeknight meal except for the caramelizing of the onions.

What’s NOT: regarding flavor, nothing. Just know you have to stir and cook those darned onions for a long, long time.

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Japanese Burgers with Caramelized Onion Curry Gravy

Recipe By: Food 52, 2013
Serving Size: 6

1 tablespoon olive oil
4 tablespoons unsalted butter — divided into 4 tablespoons
2 1/2 cups yellow onions — small dice
1/4 cup whole milk
1/2 cup bread crumbs — gluten-free or otherwise
1 pound ground chuck
1 pound ground sirloin
1 teaspoon kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper to taste
2 eggs
2 tablespoons flour — or 3 tablespoons brown rice flour
1 tablespoon Madras curry powder
1 1/2 cup water — (1 1/2 to 2)
2 tablespoons ketchup
2 tablespoons sake
1 teaspoon sugar — dissolved in the sake
2 tablespoons tamari soy sauce — (2 to 3)
Parsley for garnish

1. In a large sauté pan, heat the oil with 1 tablespoon of butter. When the butter has melted, add the onions and caramelize them slowly over medium heat. This takes a LONG time. Be patient and stir often.
2. While the onions are gently sizzling away combine the milk and bread crumbs in a large mixing bowl. All your ground meat will go into this bowl, so make sure it is large. Let the bread crumbs absorb the milk.
3. Add the ground meats to the bowl along with a teaspoon of salt, black pepper to taste, and the eggs. Mix it well, making sure to really work everything together so you get a nice blend.You don’t want any streaks of the bread crumb/milk mixture, or egg white.
4. Once the onions are French onion soup brown, remove them from the pan to a plate. You can re-use the pan – remove any burned bits. Let the onions cool a minute, then add 3/4 of the onions to the steak mix and knead them in. Form six 6-ounce patties. If time permits, place the burgers on a waxed paper lined sheet and refrigerate for 1 hour (makes them easier to handle).
4. Place the pan back onto the heat and turn it to medium high. Add the remaining butter and let it melt and bubble, but not burn. If it begins to burn, turn the heat down. Once the bubbles begin to subside, add the burgers (if your sauté pan isn’t big enough, do this in batches.) Brown them on both sides, cook them to about 130°F (use an instant read thermometer with the probe into the center of each burger) or to your desired temperature and then gently remove them to a warmed plate and keep them in a low oven while you make the pan gravy.
5. If your butter is burned, clean pan and start over. There should be a bit of butter left in the pan (if not, add just a little bit). Add the remaining onions and the flour and let them cook for a minute or two while you are stirring it around. Add the curry powder, stir once or twice to break out the spice flavors, and then add the water, ketchup, sake, and tamari, stirring the entire time until the sauce comes to a boil and thickens. Make sure to use your wooden spoon to scrape up all the goodies from the bottom of the pan. Taste and adjust the seasoning (don’t add salt). If it is too thick, add water a 1/4 cup at a time, stirring between additions. Taste and adjust the seasonings if needed.
6. Place the burgers on individual plates and pour the sauce over the top. If desired, serve with steamed white rice and vegetables (traditionally broccoli, potatoes, and sliced tomatoes).
Per Serving: 581 Calories; 41g Fat (64.6% calories from fat); 33g Protein; 18g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 202mg Cholesterol; 921mg Sodium.

Posted in Cookies, on July 10th, 2014.

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I don’t recall when it was that I first read about Earl Grey (tea) cookies (oops, I see I misspelled Grey in the photo). But I remember thinking hmmm, that might be very interesting. So, when I ran across a recipe for them at Food52 not so long ago, I decided to try them.

As it turned out, I came down with a cold 2 days before I was supposed to hostess a group of friends at my home for a book review. In this group the hostess obviously IS the hostess; she also selects the book, and she reviews the book too. So if the hostess gets sick, well, there’s trouble in River City! And I was sick. I’m sick as I write this – on day 3 of this cold. One of my friends agreed to have the group at her home. I took these to her – these cookies and the new cream cheese brownie batch I made also (all prepared a week ago before I had any symptoms, even, of a cold). I also took her all my notes so she could try to lead the discussion. It all worked out fine, she said, and everyone really enjoyed both cookies.

These guys were truly easy to make. But, you do need a coffee (spice) grinder, or in my case I have a coffee grinder that’s used only for grinding up herbs and spices – it’s never used for coffee. So, first off, I selected which Earl Grey tea I was going to use (Republic of Tea) and I put the amount needed into earl_grey_ground_finethe grinder, and let it whirl. Make sure you grind the tea into a complete powder – not just ground up like coffee. You want it to almost disappear in the dough – although with a dark color, of course you can’t do that. In the cookies in the photo, you can see the tea in it, obviously.

There at left you can see the tea ground to a fine powder. It probably could have been chopped even finer. Remember, Earl Grey has bergamot in it – and I don’t know whether they use bergamot flowers or also some of the twigs. If there is any question in your mind about whether it’s ground up fine enough, grind it some more. In a cookie I ate, I did find a little tiny bit of grit – so perhaps I didn’t grind it enough myself.

In the original recipe you were offered the choice of using coconut oil as the fat in it, or butter, so since I couldn’t find my coconut oil, obviously I had to use butter. There’s also 2 ounces of cream cheese in this. Otherwise, it’s a relatively standard shortbread kind of cookie. It was chilled for awhile (I ended up chilling it for a couple of days). But it does need to be warmed slightly in order to roll it out. I didn’t get it rolled out uniformly (see picture) but it didn’t seem to matter to the flavor. The dough was quite sticky, so I had to use flour with every smaller amount I rolled up.

The cookies are baked at 375°F for 10-12 minutes. Mine were done at 11 minutes, but your oven might be different. They are baked on parchment paper and you do have to allow them to rest for 10 minutes or so before removing them from the pan. I was able to fit this batch onto two half sheet pans. They freeze just fine too.

In the original recipe the originator of the recipe likes to make sandwich cookies with chocolate ganache in the middle. That sounded richer than I wanted for a morning event, so I just left them as is, and I was certain the chocolate would overpower the tea. They were delicious as is.

What’s GOOD: the subtlety of the tea – you have to concentrate to even taste it. I think it would be really nice with some Earl Grey tea – I haven’t tried it that way as yet, but I have some in the freezer, so I will on some cool morning. They were easy to make and certainly different!

What’s NOT: nothing at all.

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Earl Grey Tea Cookies

Recipe By: Food52
Serving Size: 45

2 1/2 tablespoons Earl Grey tea — loose leaf
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons cream cheese
6 ounces coconut oil — or 2 cubes unsalted butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 teaspoons apple juice
Chocolate Ganache for dipped cookies (optional)

1. Grind the tea in a coffee grinder until it’s VERY fine – like powder almost. Place the ground tea, sugar and salt into a food processor and mix together. Then, after each addition of the following, process for a few seconds to combine: flour, butter, cream cheese, vanilla extract and apple juice (last). Once the dough starts forming together, take the dough out of the processor and form into 2 balls. Refrigerate for 1 hour or more.
2. Preheat oven to 375°. Keep one ball chilled while you’re working with the other one. On a slightly floured surface, roll out one ball to a 1/8 inch thickness.
3. Line baking sheet with parchment paper. Once you’ve rolled out the dough, cut out shapes (circles, squares or other type). Very carefully lift each cookie onto the parchment paper. The cookies will not spread, so you can place them on the cookie sheet quite close together. Chill cookie sheet with the cookies on it for less than a minute. Bake for 10-12 minutes. Let the cookies cool on the sheet before you slide them off and let them finish cooling on a wire rack. Keep re-rolling and cutting the shapes until all your dough is gone, or roll dough into a log and freeze for later.
4. If desired you can use chocolate ganache and make sandwich cookies. Or, dip 1/3 of the cookie into chocolate ganache after the cookies have completely cooled off. In this case, make the cookie 1/4-1/2 inch thick and keep the ganache on the thin side so the cookies don’t break.
Per Serving: 69 Calories; 4g Fat (52.3% calories from fat); 1g Protein; 8g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 1mg Cholesterol; 14mg Sodium.

Posted in Cookies, Desserts, on July 6th, 2014.

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Since I’ve made cream cheese brownies by an age-old recipe for a lot of years – and liked them – I thought why should I try something different? But as I read about the development of the recipe, I concluded that there probably was sufficient reason to try them.

With an upcoming group of ladies coming to my house for a book review, I decided to make these a week or so ahead. As I read the article in Cook’s Illustrated, the recipe developer talked about never collagebeing completely satisfied with the old recipe – it produced either a dry-ish brownie with a soggy kind of cream cheese middle, or the cream cheese part was chalky and tasteless, or the brownie part was wet and too dense. Or even worse, she found the brownies overpowered the subtle flavors of the cream cheese layer. So, off she went to figure out how to make these a better way. And indeed she did.

The pictures at left: (1) the foil slings; (2) the brownie bottom layer with the cream cheese batter poured over the top; (3) the cream cheese layer has been spread out, then a reserved amount of the chocolate batter is poured on top and then – (4) it’s swirled just 10-12 times, and (5) baked.

Here’s the more detailed directions. First off, you prepare a foil sling for the 8-inch pan (no, don’t use a 9-inch, please!). Get those foil liners folded just right and they fit perfectly. Pressed into the sides and corners, you spray it with baking spray or grease it with butter if you’d prefer.

Then you make the cream cheese filling – it’s easy – the cream cheese is briefly warmed in the microwave, then mixed with sugar, sour cream and a tablespoon of flour. That gets set aside.

Next is the chocolate – it’s melted in a small bowl in the microwave with butter. Then you mix up the main part of the brownies and add in the chocolate. This 8-inch pan uses just 4 ounces of chocolate. That’s all! A small amount of the batter is set aside, then you spread the cream cheese filling on top and dollop the remaining chocolate batter in 6-8 blobs and using a kitchen knife, you swirl it all, leaving a 1/2 inch edge unswirled. Into the oven it goes for 35-40 minutes and they’re done. The brownies need to cool for an hour in the pan, then once removed from the pan still in the foil slings for another hour. So, NO, you can’t eat these immediately! I let them cool a couple of hours, then cut them into smaller than the directed size. I thought my book group friends might like a smaller sized brownie, so I cut the pan into about 1 1/4-inch squares.

What’s GOOD: indeed, these cream cheese brownies had just the right distinction of brownie (chocolate) and cream cheese (filling). You could definitely taste the cream cheese part, but you could also taste the chocolate, but it wasn’t overpowering at all. I used Valrhona chocolate (just about the best out there). These were just delicious. Definitely worth making again.
What’s NOT: nothing in particular – it does take a few extra dishes to make the 2 different layers, though.

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Cream Cheese Brownies – a Better Way

Recipe By: Cook’s Illustrated 2014
Serving Size: 16

CREAM CHEESE FILLING:
4 ounces cream cheese — cut into 8 pieces
1/2 cup sour cream — full fat
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour

BROWNIE BATTER:
2/3 cup all-purpose flour — 3 1/3 ounces
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 ounces unsweetened chocolate — chopped fine
8 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 1/4 cups sugar
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Notes: As a dessert, a 2×2 inch serving would be fine – but you can cut these into smaller pieces to serve more people – more like a cookie serving. I did that, and got about 40 pieces or so.
1. FILLING: Microwave the cream cheese until soft, about 20-30 seconds. Add sour cream, sugar and flour and whisk to combine. Set aside.
2. Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 325°F. Make foil slings for an 8-inch sized square pan by folding 2 long sheets of foil so each is 8 inches wide. Lay sheets of foil in pan, perpendicular to each other, with extra foil hanging over edges of pan. Push foil into corners and up sides of pan, smoothing foil flush to pan. Grease foil, or spray with baking spray.
3. BROWNIE BATTER: Whisk flour, baking powder and salt together in bowl and set aside. Microwave chocolate and butter in bowl at 50% power (so it doesn’t burn), stirring at least twice, until melted, about 1-2 minutes. Watch it carefully.
4. Whisk sugar, eggs and vanilla together in medium bowl. Add melted chocolate mixture (do not clean the small chocolate bowl) and whisk until incorporated. Add flour mixture and fold to combine.
5. Transfer 1/2 cup of batter to the bowl used to melt chocolate. Spread the remaining batter in prepared pan (this is the big bowl of batter). Spread cream cheese filling evenly over batter.
6. Microwave small bowl of reserved batter until warm and pourable (about 10-20 seconds). Using spoon, dollop softened batter over cream cheese filling, about 6-8 dollops. Using knife, swirl batter through cream cheese filling, making marbled pattern – maximum of 10-12 strokes – leaving a 1/2-inch border around edges.
7. Bake until toothpick inserted in center comes out with few moist crumbs attached, 35-40 minutes, rotating pan halfway through baking. Let cool in pan on wire rack for an hour.
8. Using foil overhang, lift brownies out of pan. Return brownies to wire rack and let cool completely, about an hour. Cut into 2-inch squares and serve.
Per Serving: 225 Calories; 14g Fat (54.3% calories from fat); 3g Protein; 24g Carbohydrate; 1g Dietary Fiber; 53mg Cholesterol; 117mg Sodium.

Posted in Uncategorized, on July 4th, 2014.

Today is a holiday. Not usually a day I’d choose to write sad stuff. But it’s what’s on my mind. If you don’t want to know the details about my grieving process, skip this post!

Later today I’ll be with friends, thankfully. I’ve had a few emails, and a few comments this week from some of you, my readers, asking about how I’m doing. With the grief thing. Three days ago I would have said I’m doing really, really well. Today, not so much. There’s simply no predicting. Last week at my grief class I said I was a 5 on the scale of 1-10. I was really proud of myself.  Too proud, probably. Then a bunch of little things happened.

(1) First, I’m still buried in paperwork. We had/have a living trust. And although trusts are designed to protect some of the assets couples own (they do and it will for me), they also carry with them a “burden” of paperwork after the death of the first spouse. My Quicken program just wasn’t cooperating in trying to do the online handshake with my bank. It took me 2 weeks to sort that out with my bank. Way too long. Now I’m starting with the monthly reporting the estate attorney needs, and I must backtrack them, date wise, to when my husband passed away. None of it is difficult. It’s just that every check I write, or arrange to pay online through a new account I was required to open, must be categorized and accounted for. Like many of us, I pay a lot of my bills online and many are automatic. All those have to be changed to this new account. Tedious work. Never the same from one firm or utility to the next. Time consuming. Frustrating. I’m continuing to work on it, but it’s just a whole lot of work and none of it is any fun. I am/was the financial person in our marriage – I paid 99% of the bills, did the tax preparation, etc. My darling husband would have been dumbfounded by all this work. He wouldn’t have known where to begin. He’d have just sent all the bank statements to the attorney and let them charge their $165/hour paralegal and $650/hour attorney fees that would have accompanied that work.

(2) Next, a couple of days ago I had a little phone snit with an insurance company about a very old bill. From 2012. The bill I just received was from our pharmacy – claiming that our insurance hadn’t paid what was owed on this small monitoring equipment Dave used for measuring his blood sugar. All the way back that long ago. Right after Dave died, I paid it just to get it out of my hair ($142), but then got billed again for it. So I started digging. The pharmacy said our secondary insurance company didn’t pay. So I called the insurance company, only to find out that their files don’t go back to 2012. Really? They claim they never received the initial bill from the pharmacy or notice from Medicare. However, to go back that long ago (even though this is a new bill) I’d have to go through some kind of written claim to get the ball rolling to re-bill them. The pharmacy won’t give me my money back. I explained to the kind lady (she really was kind, but couldn’t really help me much) that my husband had recently died and that I’d paid it in error. Well, sorry. No, we can’t give the money back. I hung up and burst into tears. It just was overwhelming. That one thing should not have overwhelmed me, but it did. It became my tipping point, the edge of the precipice. Or the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m detail oriented. I keep notes and records. But Dave’s not here to ask. He probably knew all about it. And would have had a ready answer. And probably would have told me NOT to pay the bill. But I had, just because right after he died I wasn’t coping very well with anything. After I had a good cry, I just said “oh well,” it’s over and done with, and I’m simply not going to fight the insurance company over $142. I’m going to let it go. But it put my emotions into turmoil. After working frantically the night before on balancing the new checking account and laying awake half the night, I was tired and cranky. I don’t cope well when I haven’t slept well.

(3) In the process of calling this insurance company I had to go find Dave’s secondary health insurance card. I went to the “Dave box” I have and found his wallet that I had put there right after he passed away. And memories came flooding into my consciousness. I’d handled his wallet before – it had been on his bureau for the week he was in the hospital, but after he died I put it in a safe place. I hadn’t touched it during that time. The wallet itself wasn’t myundoing – it was looking at his driver’s license (and the picture on it) and handling the few plastic cards (I’d already cut up the credit cards in there), but also a couple of little notes in his handwriting. A couple of receipts from when he’d been to the grocery store for me a couple of days before his stroke. My mind and senses were filled with memories, and tears came afresh to my eyes. In the back was $32 in cash. I’ve left the bills there. I simple can’t take them out yet. Maybe next year. These are silly things – and some spouses would find my actions peculiar, perhaps. Some widows or widowers will identify mightily with my emotions and actions or lack of. For every grieving spouse, the actions and reactions will be different. And that’s okay. But my tears were very real and quick to spring from my eyes.

(4) Then, lastly, the other night my griefshare class had it’s final gathering – week 13. Each person talked, as we always do, and when it was my turn to share about how I am this week, I said “last week I was a 5, but this week I’m a 3.” Not very good. I explained in brief about the accounting stuff I’m doing and the frustration of it all. And about fighting with an insurance company. But also, I said, I need to  say that I’m blessed to have a lovely home to live in, that’s paid for, and hopefully, enough money to live on for my remaining days, however many there are. I didn’t go into any further detail. I do thank God for those blessings. We watched a 30-minute video about heaven. About what scripture tells us heaven will be like. Among many other things we were told that we won’t be married in heaven. Our loved ones will be there, but it won’t be anything like our earthly life.

Then we adjourned to another room for a potluck dinner, which was very, very nice. Lots of good food brought by all the class attendees and the two leaders. During that, we were asked to share a funny story about our loved one. I talked about Dave’s proclivity to never let a few facts get in the way of a good story. He was famous for that. Next we were asked to share something we gained from our relationship with our loved one (two women in the class had lost a father, the remaining are widows or widowers), but not something material. Like many others around the table, I said that Dave gave me the joy of laughter. I’m a more serious person – he was full of jokes and smiles! The leader read 4-5 poems about losing a loved one. Then, the part that these two paragraphs are leading up to, she lit a taper candle and lit a votive in front of her and said “I light this candle in the memory of my husband, Doug.” Then she passed the candle. When it got to me and I struggled to get the words out, “I light this candle in the memory of my darling husband, Dave,” I burst into tears. Lighting the candle was so very symbolic. It was wrenching. After everyone had lit their votive, the leader prayed, then she asked each of us to – in silence – blow out the candle. That was my undoing. I sobbed. And they handed me the Kleenex box that makes its way around the table sometimes. This was my week to need the tissues.

I’m better today, but far from okay. As I keep telling myself, this is a process, and I can’t expect every day to be better than the last. It’s up and down, cyclical, but generally in an improving direction. Three months isn’t all that long and I need to give myself plenty of opportunity to grieve and cry. As my close friends know, I cry easily and I do. They’ve been kind to let me and not tell me things like “buckle up” or “it’s time to get over this.” Grief lasts as long as it needs to and can’t be rushed or predicted. So today is a better day and I’ll hope to have more of them. Thank you, dear readers, for listening to me. I hope that what I’m experiencing will help some other widow or widower who goes through the same feelings.

Posted in Soups, on July 2nd, 2014.

mexican_fideo_soup

In Mexico, this is a kind of comfort food – maybe like mac and cheese to us, or chicken noodle soup perhaps. It could be made without meat, but usually it’s made with chicken. It’s a great way to use up some leftover chicken that’s already cooked, like a rotisserie chicken. Fideo? Know what that is? It’s a little, tiny pasta noodle – like angel hair. What’s also on top is a Mexican white crumbly cheese, a Mexican kitchen staple – sometimes you’ll see it sprinkled on top of enchiladas.

You may recall that I had a Mexican fideo soup at a Nordstrom Café recently, and vowed I’d research it and find a recipe. There are lots of recipes out there, but I finally settled on this one  from a blog called www.azucarandspice.com that I thought would have more flavor and texture than most of the others. Maribel’s recipe, from her much beloved grandmother Elvira, has lots of little tips and tricks to making it, all of which I included. I did, however, take a few liberties with the recipe – I liked the carrots that were in little cubes in the soup I’d tasted, and although most of the soup was a puree, there were a few pieces of things in the soup I had at Nordstrom’s, so I only blended about  2/3 of the total amount so there was still some texture from onion, celery, leeks and carrots.  I also added a can of enchilada sauce – not traditional – but I thought it added a bit of extra flavor. And lastly, I sprinkled some salty Mexican cheese on top. I used Queso Fresco, but Cotija would be really nice too. Cotija is saltier and a bit drier cheese. They’re both good, however.

What’s fideo? That’s pronounced fih-DAY-oh – and it’s just a tiny little pasta noodle, much like angel hair. Let’s briefly talk about fideo . . . if you have a market with some Mexican staples on the shelves, you might find a cellophane package of pre-cut, short fideo (I did, see photo below). But it’s not necessary to find a Mexican market – just use angel hair pasta and break it up into small 2-inch pieces.

Fideo soup is a fairly easy soup to make – the only different thing you must do, to make it right, toasted_fideoMaribel’s way, is to toast the raw pasta in a little bit of oil. See photo at left. This is the same technique used for making pilaf, when you toast the rice and pasta in oil. That process hardens the pasta a bit, also gives it a nice golden brown color (just be cautious you don’t burn it) and therefore it takes longer to cook. This soup is simmered for nearly an hour after you add the pasta – normally pasta would cook in about 7-8 minutes, but toasted this way, the pasta doesn’t get mushy.

I made a nice, big batch of this, and since it definitely is NOT soup season right now, I packaged it up, except for the single serving I ate that night, and it’s all in plastic ziploc bags in the freezer. It will stay there until the fall when the weather turns cooler. My guess is that every good Mexican cook (maybe even bad cooks) know how to make fideo soup. Not everyone, though, uses all the different steps in this one that make it so good. Thanks to Maribel, you now know how to make it her abuelita’s (grandmother’s) way.

What’s GOOD: it’s just a good, tasty soup – enriched with chicken and the little pieces of pasta. Easy to make – easy to freeze too. Very comfort food. You don’t have to serve anything with it.

What’s NOT: there are a few more steps to this than just pouring in a bunch of raw veggies and adding broth, but it’s worth it.

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Recipe By: Adapted from azucarandspice.com
Serving Size: 8

1 tablespoon canola oil
2 whole garlic cloves — minced
1 cup yellow onion — chopped
1 cup celery — chopped
1 whole leek — cleaned, finely chopped
56 ounces canned tomatoes — chopped or squished in your hands
1 whole chipotle chile canned in adobo — minced finely
1 teaspoon salt — or more if needed
1/2 cup water
2 tablespoons olive oil
6 ounces fideo pasta — or angel hair, broken into small 2-inch lengths
3 cups chicken broth
3 cups water
1 1/2 cups carrots — chopped in small 1/2″ cubes
10 ounces enchilada sauce — canned (Las Palmas if you can find it)
2 cups cooked chicken — shredded or chopped in small pieces
1/2 cup cotija cheese — or queso fresca (garnish)
1/2 cup cilantro — chopped (garnish)

Notes: If you’d like this soup to have more flavor depth, rehydrate some guajillo or ancho chiles – the dried ones – in water for an hour, then open them, remove stems, seeds and membranes and chop them up – add them all to the blender batch that gets pureed in step #3 below. I didn’t do this when I made it, but next time I will.
1. In a Dutch oven heat the canola oil. Add the garlic and saute for less than a minute (do not let garlic brown or burn). Add the chopped onions, celery and leeks. Continue cooking until the onions turn translucent, about 5 minutes.
2. Pour in the tomatoes, with the juices and chipotle chiles and cook for a few more minutes.
3. Remove from heat and scoop about 2/3 of this mixture into a blender or food processor. Add about 1/2 cup of water. Don’t overload it as it may blow the lid off (from the heat). Puree that mixture and pour it back into the pan.
4. Return pan to the heat, add salt and add some of the chicken broth if needed (if it’s too thick to simmer without burning). Bring to a simmer and allow it to cook while you prepare the noodles.
5. Into a large nonstick skillet pour about 2 T of olive oil. Warm to a medium heat. Add the fideo pasta to the pot and fry until the pasta turns light brown. This will take about 5 minutes depending on the heat level. Keep stirring throughout or the noodles will burn. You want them to be golden brown, no darker.
6. Add the golden brown fideo to the soup and raise the heat to medium.
7. Add the remaining chicken broth and stir well. Let the soup come to a boil and let it bubble for about 5 minutes then turn the heat down to a simmer. Cover the pot.
8. After 15 minutes add 2 cups of water, stir well and cover and continue to simmer.
10. After another 15 minutes add the remaining cup of chicken broth, stir well and cover the pot again up so the soup continues simmering.
11. In 20 more minutes add one more cup of water, cover and let simmer for another 10 minutes. At this point add chicken. Taste the soup and add more salt if needed.
12. Serve hot and garnish with the crumbled cheese and cilantro.
Per Serving: 265 Calories; 12g Fat (39.9% calories from fat); 17g Protein; 24g Carbohydrate; 4g Dietary Fiber; 48mg Cholesterol; 960mg Sodium.

Posted in Uncategorized, on July 1st, 2014.

dole_bananas

My friend Maggie sent me a link to a video the other day. Do I eat bananas regularly? Well, every week or two for sure, but by golly, I never knew how complex they are to grow, harvest, sort, pack and ship the product from Costa Rica here to the U.S. I found the video fascinating. And no, Dole didn’t pay me to post this! The image above I found online.

YouTube video from Dole

Click on the “Skip the Ad” at the beginning to get right to the video. It’s about 5 minutes long.

Posted in Chicken, on June 28th, 2014.

crispy_mustard_chicken_breasts

Need an easy, but gussied-up way to fix chicken – easy enough for a family meal, but also special enough to serve to guests? This is a great recipe to fit all those parameters.

Watching a recent Ina Garten program, she prepared a chicken dinner (anybody who follows her shows knows Jeffrey loves chicken, right?). It was an anniversary dinner that they ate out on their patio (don’t you all want to be invited to her house for dinner?). Ina reminisced about when they were first married and lived in France for awhile, and she learned to make chicken somewhat like this recipe. I took liberties with it. In essence it’s her recipe, but she used skin on, bone-in chicken pieces. I used boneless, skinless chicken breasts. It worked. She baked hers, I pan-sautéed mine for a flash of time and dinner was ready. The Brussels sprouts took more time to cook than the chicken, but only by a few minutes.

What was different about this – was – you whiz up the panko crumbs in the food processor. Now, I have to ask the question . . . when Ina and Jeffrey were first married (that was in 1968 – I looked it up) I don’t really think they had panko crumbs in France. You think? But okay, she’s updated the recipe, and I’m glad she did. (I love Ina, don’t get me wrong, and I didn’t save the episode, so maybe she said she had updated the recipe . . .I don’t remember.) So, anyway, into the food processor go the panko crumbs, garlic, salt, pepper, thyme (I didn’t have fresh), lemon zest and once that’s all finely minced, then you add a little tiny jot of olive oil and butter. This is IN the food processor. With the panko crumbs. What this does is slightly moisten the panko crumbs with fat and allows the crumbs to brown to a nice golden brown (see picture below) all over – not just where you might have poured some oil into the pan. Actually, she baked them. I did add a bit of oil to the pan also, but I used a nonstick pan. chix_breasts_sauteeing

And, because the panko crumbs are much finer (from time in the food processor) they give the chicken a less dense coating. But before the chicken goes in the pan you prepare a mixture of Dijon and dry white wine. It’s a kind of a slurry (not exactly thick, but certainly not like water, either) and the chicken is dipped into that, then put into the panko crumb mixture.

As I mentioned, Ina baked her chicken (but they were bone-in pieces, remember). I could have done that too, but it just seemed simpler to pan fry the breasts. I also pounded the chicken breasts before I started – to an even 1/2 inch thickness, so they’d cook evenly. Another of those wonderful Phillis Carey tips that I use for any chicken breast recipe I make.

Do cut into the breasts to make sure they’re cooked through. If you question it, use an instant read thermometer horizontally into the thickest part of the breast meat and cook the breasts to 155°. Serve immediately. Do try to serve it with a bright green veggie of some kind – the chicken is a bit pale on the plate. I did Brussels sprouts, but broccoli, green beans, asparagus would all work. Or a green salad.

What’s GOOD: how easy it was to make – I’d definitely make this again. It was super-tasty, and because I watched the cooking time, they were cooked perfectly – still juicy and not a bit of dryness to them.
What’s NOT: some folks might not want to fuss with making the mustard slurry or the panko mixture (you do dirty up a few dishes in the making of this) but the result is worth the trouble, I think.

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Crispy Mustard Chicken Breasts

Recipe By: Adapted significantly from Ina Garten, 2014
Serving Size: 4

4 cloves garlic
1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves — minced (I used 1 tsp dried, crushed in my palms)
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 3/4 cups panko bread crumbs
1 tablespoon lemon zest — from about 2 lemons
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 tablespoons unsalted butter — melted
4 pieces boneless skinless chicken breast halves
1 tablespoon canola oil
MUSTARD SLURRY:
1/3 cup Dijon mustard — such as Grey Poupon
1/3 cup dry white wine

1. Drop the garlic cloves into the food processor while it’s running, then add the thyme, 2 teaspoons salt, and 1 teaspoon pepper. Add the panko, lemon zest, olive oil, and butter and pulse a few times to moisten the bread flakes. Pour the mixture onto a large plate. In a shallow bowl, whisk together the mustard and wine. Pat the chicken dry with paper towels. Sprinkle generously all over with salt and pepper.
2. Remove the chicken tenders (if they’re there and use for another purpose). Placing the chicken breasts, shiny side up, between 2 pieces of plastic wrap, gently pound the breasts to an even 1/2 inch thickness. Do not pound the thin ends.
3. Dip each chicken breast in the mustard mixture to coat well. Heat a large nonstick skillet and once it’s medium-hot, add the canola oil. Dip the breasts into the panko mixture, patting uneven areas to cover completely. Gently place the chicken breasts into the pan and sear until the crumbs are golden brown, about 2 minutes. Reduce heat if the crumbs brown too quickly. Turn over and brown the other side, about another 2 minutes. Reduce heat and continue cooking, turning the breasts back over one more time until they’re just cooked through. Use a thin knife to cut into the center to check. Or use an instant-read thermometer, insert it on the side into the thickest part of the breast – it should be cooked to 155-160°F. Serve hot.
Per Serving (you don’t use all the coating or the slurry, so the nutrition here is probably high): 671 Calories; 20g Fat (28.8% calories from fat); 39g Protein; 72g Carbohydrate; 4g Dietary Fiber; 84mg Cholesterol; 659mg Sodium.

Posted in Salads, Veggies/sides, on June 24th, 2014.

brussels_sprouts_salad_cran

If you’re a convert to the joys of Brussels sprouts (I’ve always been a fan) that are pan sautéed, then you’ll like this recipe a lot. It uses halved Brussels, a whole-grain mustard vinaigrette and some chopped up dried cranberries and almonds for crunch and flavor. Really delish.

With a package of Brussels sprouts in the refrigerator and a dinner to prepare, I hunted through my to-try recipes and came across this one. I adapted it some (didn’t have dried blueberries; opted to pan sauté them rather than cook them in water first; didn’t have Manchego so I subbed Parm). The mustard vinaigrette was first on the list to do – an easy mixture. It was a bit too oily for me, so I added in a little more lemon juice than called for. I also used more garlic. The original recipe comes from a restaurant in Pasadena called La Grande Orange, located adjacent to the main-stop train station there. It’s a great restaurant (have eaten there and enjoyed their signature sangria and salads). Anyway, this is a veggie dish, but can also be dubbed a salad too. I served it hot, but you know Brussels sprouts – they cool quickly, so they were at room temp within a couple of minutes.

In the original recipe the Brussels were simmered in water. I like pan roasted ones, so I added a tablespoon or oil to a huge nonstick frying pan and got them nice and brown-blackened. Meanwhile I made the vinaigrette, chopped up the dried cranberries (very few) and the almonds (raw, only a little bit) and shredded Parm. I did add a bit of water to the Brussels to get them just cooked through, then dumped them out into a serving bowl and drizzled on the tiny bit of dressing and added the garnishes. Done. Easy. Definitely a make again veggie!

What’s GOOD: Well, I love Brussels sprouts almost any way they come. My DH’s good friend Joe was here for dinner and he said he wasn’t much of a fan of Brussels sprouts anytime, but he really, really liked these. He had 3 servings if that tells you anything. I gave myself a very small serving at first, but I dug in for a few more myself. And I’ll be having the last few for tonight’s dinner.

What’s NOT: nothing, unless you don’t like Brussels sprouts!

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Hot Brussels Sprout Salad with Mustard Vinaigrette

Recipe By: Adapted from La Grande Orange Café in the historic Santa Fe train depot in Pasadena (via L.A. Times, 4/14)
Serving Size: 4

MUSTARD VINAIGRETTE (makes about 1 cup, and you’ll use only a tiny bit):
2 tablespoons honey
1 1/2 tablespoons champagne wine vinegar — or more if needed
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice — with pulp (may need more)
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon zest
1 1/2 teaspoons mustard, whole grain — or more if needed
2 teaspoons minced garlic
3/4 cup olive oil — not extra virgin
Sea salt and black pepper to taste
SALAD:
1 pound Brussels sprouts
1 tablespoon canola oil
1 tablespoon dried cranberries — chopped
2 tablespoons almonds — chopped
3 tablespoons mustard vinaigrette (recipe above)
3 tablespoons Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese — grated

Notes: the recipe above includes all the dressing, so the nutrition count is way off. You’ll use just about 3 T. of the dressing or maybe a little more. If you don’t want extra dressing, make half a recipe or less.
1. In a large bowl, whisk together the honey, vinegar, lemon juice and zest, mustard and garlic. Continue whisking while slowly drizzling in the olive oil until the oil is thoroughly incorporated. Season to taste with salt and pepper, and brighten the dressing as desired with a little extra vinegar or lemon juice. Chill well before using. This makes a generous cup of dressing, more than is needed for this recipe, and will keep for 1 week, covered and refrigerated.
2. Peel the outer discolored leaves from the Brussels sprouts and discard. Trim off the base (core) still leaving the shape intact. Cut each one in half lengthwise. You should have 3 cups.
3. Heat a very large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add oil and gently lay the Brussels sprouts cut side down into the pan. After about a minute reduce the heat to medium or even medium low (you don’t want them to burn, just get toasty brown). After 2-3 minutes use a big spoon and stir them – some will turn over and others will not (that’s okay). Add about a T. of tap water, cover with a lid and allow to steam for 2-3 minutes, stirring at least twice in that time. Test one – and continue cooking until your test one isn’t crunchy. Don’t over cook them, however!
4. Pour the hot veggies into a serving bowl, add cranberries, almonds and just enough vinaigrette to lightly moisten, about 3 tablespoons. Garnish with Parmesan shreds and serve immediately. However, they cool quickly, so you could easily cook the veggies ahead and toss and garnish it later, so you’d serve it at room temp. It might require more dressing.
Per Serving (nutrition is way off – this includes the full cup of dressing!): 513 Calories; 48g Fat (80.3% calories from fat); 6g Protein; 20g Carbohydrate; 5g Dietary Fiber; 3mg Cholesterol; 120mg Sodium.

Posted in easy, Pork, on June 24th, 2014.

southern_fried_pork_chops

If you’ve been a reader of my blog for any length of time you know I don’t usually FRY things. Sauté yes, but really fry in oil, no. My bottle of canola oil gets used mostly for salad dressings. But I just decided to do something different. In the background on the plate above there are the dry-pan roasted green beans that I’ve made 10 times in the last 6 months they’re so good. And easy.

I searched around the ‘net for “pork chop recipes”, and southern fried pork chops were the top 8 or so. Really?  So I clicked over to several (one on epicurious, and two others from blogs, but were almost identical. I kind of made my own way once I got the gist of the main recipe. A flour-based breading mixture is made (flour, cornstarch, herbs, salt, pepper) and set aside. Another is made with an egg and some milk or buttermilk. The pork chops are dipped first into the flour, then egg, then back in the flour, and ever-so gently placed into the 1/4 inch of medium-hot oil.

One thing I learned (and don’t know if it’s true) is that when you fry foods like this, it’s best to raise the heat of the oil in a gentle manner – i.e., use low heat and then raise it over the course of 10 minutes or so. If you turn the flame up to high right from the get-go, you’ll end up with oil that’s too hot. Some of that makes sense, but some of it sounds crazy. Heated oil is heated oil. Isn’t it? Any of you chemistry types out there know?

Anyway, the pork chops were dutifully dipped in the proper pans and lowered into the oil, and they were done in no time flat. One of the bloggers mentioned using a heat test before you start cooking – dropping a pinch of the flour mixture into the oil – if it bubbles, then it’s hot enough. And during the cooking you do only want the oil to bubble around the meat and not burn the coating.

The cornstarch in the flour mixture gives the breading/coating a lighter texture. Not exactly like a tempura batter, but not far from it. It was nice. I liked it. I used seasonings in my flour mixture (other than the usual salt, pepper, garlic powder, paprika that was in most of these recipes). I reached for Penzey’s Fox Point Seasoning and added a couple of teaspoons. I don’t really know that I could taste it once it was fried, however. So you could use whatever suits you – like an Italian blend perhaps – or don’t add any at all. In the South I think they’d go for the plain stuff (salt, pepper and garlic powder).

The pork chops bubble around the edges as they’re frying. Be sure the chops aren’t touching – I used a pan that probably could have held more – because several recipes stressed that the chops need lots of space around them. They browned in no time flat, so I turned the heat down just a little bit and turned them over and cooked the 1/2 inch thick chops about 4 minutes per side – my guess. I didn’t time it. It was all by color.

What’s GOOD: how easy it was – only time consuming thing was mixing up the coating mixture. I got everything else finished before I even started the pork chops so I wouldn’t be distracted. They were really good. Not in the “outstanding” category, but it was an easy, quick dinner that was satisfying.
What’s NOT: well, some folks don’t like frying – like deep frying – although these weren’t deep in oil – I used only about 1/4 inch (half way up the chops).

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Southern Fried Pork Chops

Recipe By: Adapted from a website called Taste of Southern
Serving Size: 4

32 ounces pork chops — center cut, bone in (four 1/2 inch chops)
1 cup all purpose flour
2 tablespoons cornstarch
1 large egg
2 tablespoons milk — or buttermilk (or water)
1 tablespoon mixed herbs — I used Penzey’s Fox Point Seasoning
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon paprika
Cooking oil for frying the chops (canola or vegetable)

1. BREADING: In a small mixing bowl, add the flour, cornstarch, herbs, garlic powder, salt, black pepper and paprika. Stir all ingredients well. Set aside.
2. EGG: Break one egg into a small low sided dish. Add milk and use a fork to mix it well. Mix well enough that there are no little globs of egg white.
3. MEAT: One at a time, dip a pork chop in the flour and coat both sides. Dip the chop into the egg mixture, coat both sides well. Lift and let any excess drip off. Place the chop back into the flour mixture and coat both sides and edges.
4. FRYING: Place about 1/2 inch of cooking oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Test the oil by sprinkling in a little pinch of the bread mixture – if it sizzles, the pan is hot enough. Lower the chops into the hot cooking oil, one at a time. Do not crowd them (they don’t want to be touching). Cook for 4-6 minutes.
5. Watch the bottoms of the chop and when they start to brown, flip the pork chops over. Let the chops fry for about 4-6 minutes or until done but not over cooked. Test a chop by cutting into the center to make sure it’s not rare. A little bit of pink is fine. Remove the cooked chops from the skillet, place on a paper towel lined plate and let drain. Serve warm.
Per Serving: 507 Calories; 24g Fat (44.0% calories from fat); 40g Protein; 29g Carbohydrate; 1g Dietary Fiber; 165mg Cholesterol; 378mg Sodium.

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