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Friday, September 30, 2011

Dorothy’s Alternative BBQ Night-In



            TGIF!  Today is Friday, the day of the week where we look forward to relaxing and doing anything that is not attached to working towards my English degree.  Brian and I decided to go to downtown Grand Rapids to see the Art Prize, the world’s largest art competition.  All of a sudden our phone rang.  Ted was on the other end; he wanted to spend some family time.  Brian and I quickly changed our art viewing idea and walked over to Ted’s house.  Ted announced that he wanted to buy Brian special beer for his birthday and asked us to check out Schuler’s.  This store has at least fifty different types of beers from around the world.  Brian was handed a six pack cardboard box and told to figure out which beers he would like.  About one hour later I found myself grilling steaks. In addition to the steak we ate German potato salad and a crispy salad with raspberry dressing.  This was a night of various and odd flavors. 
 
            Dorothy’s Alternative BBQ Night-In

            Start with a good butcher cut steak with Canadian BBQ seasoning and pepper, cooked over a perfect Dorothy BBQ.  (see earlier post)  Today, I doubled up with a package of ribs from the freezer for tomorrow night.  They were lightly salted, and I seasoned them with Canadian BBQ while on the grill, adding BBQ sauce for flavor.  The heat of the grill needed to be controlled today, so I closed the vent a bit to damped the fire, allowing the meat to cook slowly.  In the end, we ate perfect steak, just a bit rare for my son, but perfect for my husband.  It was, all in all, a good old timey family night.  Just after we finished eating dinner Candace came over making the night even better; after her, Josh, J-Mac and Sam arrived filling out eating area with funny anecdotes and laughs.  This night ended up being one of the best T.G.I.F we’ve had in a while.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Cold Rain, Hot Soup

            Today my husband Brian and I walked out of the Academic Building at Aquinas College into a cold down pour.  This fall rain would not have been as bad if I had my windbreaker instead of my hoodie.  My bones longed for that waterproof and a bowl of Chinese Hot and Sour soup.  My husband look at me through his water streaked glasses and said, “I do not think that the best plan was to park on the far side of the campus.”  I thought for a moment and realized how impossible it was to find anything closer, oh well.  Sorry.  Shivering, my mind started chanting, “Chinese soup, it will warm your bones and make the world right again.” 
 
            As we drove home I looked at Brian without speaking at first, testing the waters to see if he could be cajoled into take out.  I offered a hint, “You know a nice bowl of Hot and Sour soup would really be great.” 

The rain seemed to pick up and traffic slowed down.  Brian said, “I don’t want to drive past our home just to get any soup tonight.  We have fine leftovers at home.  Let’s get out of the rain.”

I needed to use my Jedi tricks: "Brian, you want Hot and Sour soup.  You know it will warm your bones. Stop at the Chinese restaurant on the way home.  You know you want it." Next thing I knew we were driving into  The Golden Gate, close to our home.  He didn't complain about waiting in the car.  As I walked out the door with a bag filled with my hot soup, Crab Rangoons, egg rolls and my beloved almond cookies, my cold body virtually started warming with the mere anticipation of eating my special soup.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Chicken Pineapple Coconut Curry


            I love coconut and pineapple.  Whoever invented the Pina Colata was very smart, understanding how great these two flavors mix.  Both of these fruits have something in common:  you must work before you can feast.  Ok, the pineapple is much easier than the coconut, but it is more work that an apple or an orange.  I remember my husband Brian letting the kids pick out a coconut at the store.  He shook many of the rough shrunken heads to show them how they needed to make sure the milk inside was not dried up.  Once we got home, Brian took a screwdriver and hammer, the kids circling around him like a wagon train, watching dad make three holes to remove the milk.  “Who wants to drink the milk?”  We all shared the third of a cup of clear liquid.  He took the hammer again and wacked the nut until the hard shell broke open.  The kids danced around, excited at their dad’s achievement in getting the firm, sweet white flesh out of its shell.  Serving pineapple was another of my husband’s great rituals.  He took the kids into the produce section of Meijer’s and look for the biggest fruit in the store.  The bigger the fruit, the longer it lasted.  At home, Brian gathered the kids around our large German knife and cutting board, and the “cutting of the pineapple” began.  Even this turned into some kind of party.  I always left these jobs to him.  Once he had the bright idea to salvage the pineapple core, so he and Ted ate the whole core in one sitting, along with some other pieces.  Ted’s painful whitened tongue did not heal right away, and to this very day he will not go near a fresh pineapple.  Me either.  

            Chicken Pineapple Coconut Curry

Before you start cooking the dish, start cooking your rice.  Timing in cooking is almost as important as taste.  If your timing is off, you might be eating some of the food hot and the other parts cool or even cold.  Make sure that the rice is Basmati Indian rice.  Never use Minute rice with one of my dishes! 
In a pan sauté sliced mushrooms, two chopped carrots, diced onion, one clove of garlic and a green pepper.  Cook until desired firmness is achieved; some days I like my vegetables snappier than other days.  When the vegetables are finished, place them in a bowl and set aside until later.  Take three chicken breasts and cut them into little pieces.  Place these in the pan and cook until done, that is, no translucent meat.  Next, add the vegetables, one can of crushed pineapple, a can of coconut milk and two tablespoons of Patak’s Tikka Masala Curry Past.  If you cannot find the paste in your store, use curry.  As always, salt and pepper to taste. If you like a bit of heat, add cayenne pepper.


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Perfectly Timed Fried Eggs


            Today I and my little mutley, a Chihuahua-dachshund-Italian greyhound mix named Fen went to watch a movie in my son Ted’s home.  Fen really loves going for a visit, but today was a different story.  Ted’s has two new cats, Helen and Keller, so named partly because little white cat is deaf.  They are an active hunting team; any mouse who dares to enter Ted’s home enters at his own risk, and most likely will find its tail put to use as dental floss.  Today they decided to have a bit more fun with Fen than he was looking for by chasing him into the bedroom and onto Ted’s bed, where he could not escape the sudden doom of forty claws.  By the time we realized none of the three pets were in the family room with us, our investigation was too late.  Fen was crouched on the bed looking really scarred.  When I rescued him I noticed the blanket felt a bit wet.  Giving it the sniff test, I realized the cats had “scarred the pee” out of Fen.  Oops!  Sorry Ted.  

            Perfectly Timed Fried Eggs.

            First, use an iron skillet.  I do not believe in non-stick frying pans as they never last as long as they are supposed to, even if you use the proper non-metal spatulas.  Not only that, I fear the peelings from non-stick coatings might cause brain issues in old people.  I do not want to become the proof of this fear in my twilight years.  Second, heat the pan on high for a couple of minutes before turning the burner down a couple of notches.  Liberally butter the pan.  Butter is what makes the eggs; do not scrimp, unless you are willing to sacrifice flavor.  Third, crack eggs onto the buttered portion of the hot pan and cover for a minute or two.  Check to see if the runny parts are congealed; if they are, the egg is done.  For those who like eggs “over easy,” flip them once to allow the slimy whites to cook properly.  As always, make sure to salt and pepper to taste.  Today I ate my eggs with a nice bakery bread that has a substantial crust that gets crunchy when toasted.  I spread butter and honey on mine.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Chili

            Today I was at my son Ted’s house to invite him and Rita over for a bowl of chili.  They declined my offer because Rita had made enchiladas the day before and Ted was already heating the leftovers.  Rita watched Ted open drawers and search for something for opening a can.  Finally Ted found what he was looking for, and took the lid off a can of refried beans.  Rita looked sharply at Ted as he emptied the can’s contents onto her perfect enchiladas and exclaimed, “Ted, what are you doing?!  Why would you put canned refried beans on enchiladas?” 

 Ted looked at her and laughed, saying, “Because that is the way they come.”

 Rita’s eyes were as wide as saucers.  Her mouth dropped open.  She said, “Ted, I never even knew refried bean came in a can until I was sixteen!  In our home, we make them ourselves, from scratch.”

 I looked at Rita and told her, “You need to start cooking for me!”


Dorothy’s Chili

2 lbs lean ground browned beef
Add the following and sauté until tender:
1 onion chopped
1 large clove of garlic chopped or crushed
1 chopped green pepper
Add the Following:
8 oz can tomato sauce
8oz can of diced tomatoes
Small can of tomato paste
2 cans of kidney beans
1 can corn
Add ¼ bar dark chocolate bar
1 tbsp brown sugar
1 tbsp red peppers
3 tbsp chili powder
1 tbsp salt
1 tbsp paprika
½ tsp black pepper
¼ tsp cumin
¼ tsp cayenne pepper
1/3 cup corn meal or flower
(If you would like it a bit hotter add chopped jalapenos.)


After all ingredients are mixed in the pot, cover and put into a 350 F oven for at least one hour, maybe an hour and a half.  Stir occasionally so that the flavors mix throughout the entire chili.  Serve with tortilla chips, crumbled into the bowl with chili, cheese and sour cream.  If you would like you may add some chopped onion. 
PS:  Sometimes I make my chili out of pot-roast or brisket; any meat that’s lying around the refrigerator without something better to do.  As always, don’t be afraid to be creative!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Dorothy’s BBQ Chicken Sandwich From Leftovers


            Yesterday I barbecued ribs and chicken, so today I decided to make chicken sandwiches with the leftover meat for lunch.  After I cooked lunch, Brian looked down and said, “Wow, this is a chicken sandwich.  You need to write about the difference between how I would make one and what it is that you do.”  I laughed after Brian described taking two pieces of bread, spreading a suffocating layer of mayonnaise and cheese, and crudely chowing it down cold.  I conceded that his version might have some flavor, but I don’t work at the Grizzly Bear Café, just down from the gold mining claim; it’s not my idea of a sandwich.  I take basic ingredients and, with a little extra care, produce a little haut cuisine, right here in my own kitchen.  Brian smiled and thanked me for doing all the cooking.  (Actually not technically “all” the cooking; just today I reminded him that if he is going to eat his awful rutabaga, he’s going to have to take charge of it himself.  He actually asked me how to whip rutabaga in the manner of mashed potatoes.  When I rolled my eyes, he reminded me how his childhood Thanksgiving including “three kinds of mashed potatoes”:  potato, rutabaga, sweet potato.  That’s his tradition, not mine; he can put his rutabaga on the same shelf with his chicken gizzards, that is, Not In My Kitchen!)

            Dorothy’s BBQ Chicken Sandwich From Leftovers

            Each sandwich consists of a chicken breast with BBQ sauce, Cheddar Cheese and really solid, delicious bread.  Don’t wimp out here with soft white yucky bread.  If you like, after you grill the sandwich you can add mayo.  Put all the ingredients together as a sandwich.  Butter the pan or the bread in order to grill.  Cook until golden brown, while adding weight to press down on the sandwich.  It’s done about the time the kitchen smells wonderful. 

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Sure-Cure Chicken Soup

            Today was one of those days when you wake up five minutes after you need to leave to go someplace.  You red-eye your way through some coffee, pulling on jeans and a sweat shirt, slipping on your shoes in spite of the laces, and scurrying out the door.  Not that you are going to avoid being late.  Rather, you will be even later, due to the “help” you get at the local one-stop store from employees who do not know the difference between a two foot bungee cord and a good honest rope.  The isle label actually includes the word “rope” yet failed.  Finally, my daughter Candace and I realize that a home improvement store is what we need.  Oh yeah.  Not only did Home Depot carry the item that we wasted a half hour hunting, the employees, having inquired carefully, smartly attended the purpose of our venture and freely armed us with a ball of good old fashioned twine, the stuff which actually has been used for securing cargo to the top of your vehicle since Hannibal crossed the Alps on Elephants.  We arrived a full ninety minutes late for picking up Candace’s new bed.  Fortunately, the next thing I know, I am driving thirty-five miles an hour across town with a queen size four poster bed tied to the roof of our van.  Thank God; judging by the knots in the twine, I knew our helper on that end had probably never been a boy scout; I executed a few of my husband’s Navy square knots and nothing slipped.
            Michigan it is getting cold and damp.  My husband has some fall virus that requires him to drink a lot of tea and eat some chicken soup.  Yesterday I bought a rotisserie chicken form the local store.  I honestly believe that my husband magically gets better any time he eats rotisserie lemon chicken.  Normally we do not eat all the meat on the first day, leaving me enough to make a healthy pot of soup the next day.  As I was very busy today, but the imperial invalid in the bedroom was clamoring for his nurse, I left him in bed and let the chicken carcass simmer (sans meat), promising to give him something special in a little while.  (Other than another cup of sage tea.)

Sure-Cure Chicken Soup

            First cut most of the meat from the carcass and set aside in the refrigerator.  Put the carcass in a pot of boiling water.  Add two bay leaves, and two chicken bouillon cubes.  Let simmer with a lid on the pot for about an hour.  (Simmer-to-cook on low heat)  Strain the liquid from the carcass, pulling off any extra meat that you might find and putting it in the pot with the clean broth.  Add the meat that you set aside earlier.  Cup up two carrots, two stalks of celery, and half a green pepper and one half cup of rice; add it to the pot.  (I happened to have some asparagus and cut up five stalks and added it to my soup.  Add whatever vegetables you have handy) Let the soup cook until the veggies are fully cooked, that is, soft.  In a frying pan add some olive oil, diced onion and diced garlic; sauté until clear.  Add paprika, salt and one half cup of flour to the onions and garlic and mix together, letting brown.  When the flour is lightly browned add contents of the pan to the soup pot. add six shakes of soy sauce.  Throw in one cinnamon stick for about five minutes and then take it out.  Add one half teaspoon of tarragon, one eighth teaspoon chili pepper and any salt and pepper you might like.  Wake up your patient and make him sit at the kitchen table, as the cooking smells from the kitchen will help him taste the soup if his taste-buds are off.
PS:  If you live in Europe, watch out with the celery.  I swear the Slovenian celery is ten times as potent as what grows here in Hudsonville!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Sushi


            Tonight my daughter Candace and I went on a date in downtown Grand Rapids.  The streets of GR were filled with people coming to see the Art Prize, the world’s largest popular art competition where the winner is determined by the open voting by the local population and not a panel of judges.  Candace and I hoped to see more art, but being the first weekend of Art Prize the city’s energy filled the sidewalks,  prohibiting us from really enjoying the many pieces set out for us to enjoy.  After trying to thread out way through a sea of tall people, (some of whom apparently felt that no one else existed but them), we ducked into a restaurant for a bite, leaving the art for another day.  Candace and I found ourselves in a quiet Japanese restaurant where we each dined on three fresh sushi roles, a bowl of miso soup, and a small green salad with tasty oil and vinegar dressing and spices I could not recognize.  I really enjoyed this restaurant.  First of all because it was not filled with loud people, but mostly because the food was amazing!  I would love to learn sushi preparation.  Candace told me that I could not because it is cost prohibitive only one or two people.  I told Candace she should marry a Japanese sushi chef for selfish reasons.  She just gave me one of those “Mom you are annoying” looks.
            I do not know how to make sushi, although as of tonight I do know how to eat it with chopsticks.  I have a rule about going out to eat that I mostly stick to:  Eat at restaurants that make food you cannot make yourself!  Bon Appetite!  (I’m sorry, but I don’t speak Japanese and I don’t like to Google-Translate)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Burger-Brat Pita Sandwiches


          I remember when we first moved to Slovenia in 1997.  I looked at the size of the refrigerator in my home and thought we would die from starvation.  Silly American girl, Slovenian’s do not eat leftovers like we do and they shop fresh daily for their meals.  Typically, each town or village has its own grocery store, fresh produce market and bakery.  (Ljubljana itself has markets to rival anything I’ve seen on any travel food show.)  Each morning I sent one of the kids just a couple of hundred yards down the road to the bakery to get us a fresh loaf of bread for breakfast, which normally consisted of meats (salami, pâté, chicken bologna), cheese, jams and spun honey.  After walking to meet the kids at school, we stopped at the grocery store to get the “meat du jour” and also stopped at the vegetable hut to put down a couple of coins on veggies.  I did not make enough food for leftovers, and for the most part never missed them.  I’m not sure the midnight kitchen prowler would agree, but believe me, he was getting enough food! 

            Burger-Brat Pita Sandwiches

            Today I had one BBQ burger left and one brat so I decided to make wraps with the leftovers.  I first cut up the meat and warmed it up in the pan, browning the pieces just a bit. Next, I grabbed whole wheat pita bread and put the chopped meat pieces on the bread.  After that I shredded cheese, Middle Eastern plain yogurt, chopped red onions, cucumber, chopped green peppers, salt, pepper, and cayenne pepper.  I rolled the pita and started eating.