Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Well Bread Neighbors

While walking around Yosemite National Park, I noticed that many of the people there shared the same body type.

Random photo of a Yosemite Hiker

It seemed as if most of the hikers were lean and tall just like my son Jack. If I were to write a story about Jack, I plan to call it “Jack, the Bean Stalk”.

My son Jack

That kid is so lean and tall. I am tall too, I just seem to have gravitated away from the lean part.

I guess the fact that the other visitors were, for the most part, also physically fit should not have surprised me. After all, most of the them were hikers and outdoor lovers who came there to hike and walk the grounds.

This observation of body types got me thinking about the different body types I learned about in biology class. As I recall, there are three basic types of builds: ectomorph, endomorph and mesomorph.

Jack is definitely an Ectomorph. Jim is a Mesomorph. Those guys don’t even need to hold in their tummys when someone is taking their photo. How freakish is that, huh? Jack and Jim are both lean and do well walking and hiking.

While quite active, this guy oddly enough does not have the normal "Hiker Build"

As for me, I would have to say I really don't see myself fitting into any of the three earlier described types. I of course hope one day to once again claim Mesomorph status (but that would take excessive exercise for me at this point and I just don’t know if I want it that badly). What I am certain of is that, denial or not, I am certainly not willing to accept Endomorph status at this point.

What I will concede to is that I am in a category of body type that everyone knows and yet are still, for some reason, reluctant to talk about. But I am going to say it. Ready? I am...I can do this... a Carbo-morph. While the Carbo-morphs might not be found in most biology books, you will find us lined up at the bakery or bread aisle of the grocery store. Think Pillsbury Doughboy, but wearing clothes.

An example of the little understood Carbo-morph

Most likely you are familiar with the old phrase " Man cannot live on bread alone." That might be true, but if you throw in a couple of pads of sweet creamery unsalted butter and a drink, I personally would be willing to try to give that myth a run for it's money.

While visiting Yosemite, the views were nothing short of stunning, the cool , crisp air was invigorating, and the walks were inspiring. But it was at dinner that I was really bowled over. You see, each time we sat down for our evening meal at the Wawona, the historic hotel where we were staying, we were presented with a loaf of warm, frangrant, fresh from the oven sourdough bread. My mouth waters as I type this, but fear not, I can type on despite the drool.

Sourdough loaves

photo courtesy of pinchmysalt.com

Like most people, I've heard about San Francisco's sourdough bread. It seems every fast food restaurant has a burger or something served on San Francisco sourdough rolls. Let me tell you, they lie. It is not real sourdough. Now that I have tasted sourdough, I know.

Before I tasted the real thing I thought, "Oh, really? What’s the big deal about sourdough anyway? How good can it be?"

I have been saved from my ignorance by the sourdough bread that they served at the Wawona Hotel in Yosemite.

Yosemite National Park, Wawona Hotel

The Historic Wawona Hotel in Yosemite

If their bread does not make a believer of you that sourdough bread is the bomb, nothing will. If I had not known better I would have sworn that the bread was laced with drugs because I was addicted to it's tangy flavor from the very first bite. “My God! The waterfalls this year really are spectacular!" I would say with my outside voice. But my inside voice as really saying," how many more hours until we get to eat dinner again?”

Dining at the Wawona.

In addition to noticing how lean and fit everyone was while we visited the park, we could not help but notice how friendly and neighborly everyone was. I guess it was a “bird of the same feather” type of thing that made even strangers seem like lifelong friends. There really was a sense that everyone there was looking out for everyone else. I loved the sense of community.

It reminded me of my days as a young boy living in Rotterdam New York. Rotterdam is a small town just outside the Schenectady city limits.

This was our home in Rotterdam NY. My bedroom was above the garage.

We lived on Newell Road which was a dead end street populated by some of the best neighbors anyone could hope for. We were a group of families that really looked out for each other. It was while living on Newell Road that I learned what it meant to be a good neighbor.

The kids on the street all played with each other. At lunchtime, the Moms fed the kids who were playing in their yard, regardless of whose kids they were. If the kids in the yard were making too much noise or getting out of line, they also had no problem reprimanding them. What’s more, the kids minded what we were told because if we didn’t our parents would hear about it.

A party with the neighbor kids.

I am the boy in the photo above who is facing the camera but not wearing the hat. I can't remember what is going through my mind at the time. Perhaps I am wishing that some day I will learn how to make real sourdough bread like they do at the Wawona. Hey, you never know, right??

Because as kids we were always in and out of our friends’ homes, it was while living on Newell Road that I was introduced to some of my favorite foods. I remember Mrs. Middleton making hotdogs with sauerkraut. I loved it so much that whenever she made it, she would call me over to have some. It didn't even matter if I had already eaten dinner at home.

Mrs. Jo Middleton as she looks today.

One day, after my sister Alice, our friend Margaret Blohm and I filled Mrs. Blohm’s refridgerator with our jars of earthworms that we had collected to sell, Mrs. Blohm introduced us to fried Chicken Livers and Fried Chicken hearts. I loved them. My sister Alice was less than thrilled. It seemed to me that Mrs. Blohm was always cooking something.

Mrs. Blohm in 2010

I can’t remember who it was, but one of our neighbors gave my mom some sourdough starter years ago while we were living in Rotterdam. I have a feeling it was Mrs. Blohm, but it could have just as easily been Mrs. LeGere, Mrs. Guyette, Mrs. Vincetore or Mrs. Middleton or any one of the neighbors.

Mr. and Mrs. Guyette, 2010

Making sourdough bread requires a starter which is also sometimes called a seed or a sponge. I don’t know the recipe that the Wawona used to make their sourdough bread, but I can provide you a sponge recipe courtesy of Irma Rombauer, Marion Becker and Ethan Becker’s Joy of Cooking cookbook.

If you don't already have a copy of Joy of Cooking, I urge you to get one. It is often the first place I look when I want to learn how to cook something. I have many cookbooks at home. Often I look at two or three different versions of a recipe taken from different books just to see which version appeals to me most.

This allows me to see what the common elements are to the dish. Once you know what the common elements are, it is easier to customize a recipe to your taste, For instance, once you know what makes a cheesecake a cheesecake (in other words how much cream cheese, flour and eggs do you need for a basic cheesecake), you can decide if you want to make a sweet cheesecake, a vanilla or chocolate cheesecake or a savory cheesecake). But enough about cheesecakes, I wanted to share with you a recipe for making sourdough bread.

Like I said earlier, sourdough all starts with the sponge. Making the sponge (or starter) is easy, though it does take a few days to complete. But it is worth it. It is the starter (or sponge) that is used to extend the fermentation time. This extended time allows for the development of the complex flavor and texture that make sourdough breads so appealing.

Once you have successfully created your sponge, it can last for years if it is periodically fed with additional flour and water. You will only use a portion of the sponge each time you bake; the balance of the sponge will remain to grow for next time.

Natural Sourdough Stater

(Courtesty of Joy of Cooking)

I find this is best started in the evening due to the time lapse between steps.

Stir together:

½ Cup of Bread Flour (do not use All Purpose or Self Rising Flour)

¼ Cup of lukewarm Water

Turn this out onto a clean (and unfloured) work surface and knead the dough using the heel of your hand until the dough becomes smooth and elastic.

Return the dough to the bowl and cover tightly with plastic wrap. Poke 4 or 5 holes in the plastic to allow the starter to breathe. Let this stand a room temperature or 12 to 15 hours.

Mix into the starter:

½ Cup of Bread Flour (do not use All Purpose or Self Rising Flour)

¼ Cup of lukewarm Water

Re-cover the bowl with the plastic wrap. Don’t forget the holes. Allow it to stand for another 12 to 15 hours.

Transfer the starter into a larger bowl and continue feeding it by mixing in you guessed it) :

½ Cup of Bread Flour (do not use All Purpose or Self Rising Flour)

¼ Cup of lukewarm Water

Recover the bowl again with the perforated plastic wrap, but this time let it stand at room temperature for 24 hours. After 24 hours the sponge should have started to rise and bubble. You will now need to feed the starter on a regular basis. With each feeding, the starter will become looser and the bubbling activity will increase. Many people liken the consistency to pancake batter.

Mix into the starter:

½ Cup of Bread Flour (do not use All Purpose or Self Rising Flour)

¼ Cup of lukewarm Water

This time, cover with new plastic wrap, BUT do not poke holes in it. Let it stand until it rises and the surface of the sponge has bubbles all over it. This should take about 12 hours.

Feed the starter once more with:

½ Cup of Bread Flour (do not use All Purpose or Self Rising Flour)

¼ Cup of lukewarm Water

Cover again with plastic wrap and let rise until risen and bubbly. This should take about 4 to 8 hours. By now, the sponge should begin to take on a faint sour or tangy aroma. It is now ready to use in your sourdough recipe. It is best to use the starter between 4 to 8 hours after the last feeding. If you wait too long after feeding it, the yeast will not be as active. If you use it too soon after feeding, the yeast will be diluted. Always be sure to use the starter in recipes when it is at room temperature

Starters kept at room temperature need to be fed every 12 hours. Starters used less often can be kept in the refrigerator and fed just once a week.

photo courtesy of pinchmysalt.com

Sourdough Bread

(courtesy of Joy of Cooking)

Combine in a large Mixing Bowl:

2 Cups of Sourdough Starter (or sponge)

1 ½ Cups of lukewarm Water

4 Cups of Bread Flour

Mix by hand until a sticky dough forms. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 12 to 14 hours or until the rise id just about doubled in size. I know this seems like a long time, but the slower rise results in a better texture and wonderful flavor.

Allow the dough to come to room temperature and then add in:

½ Cup of Bread Flour

4 Teaspoons of table Salt or fine Sea Salt

Knead by hand for 7 to 10 minutes until it becomes smooth and elastic and is no longer sticky to the touch. Cover loosely with plastic wrpa and allow to rise 10 more minutes.

Shape, let rise 2 to 4 hours and then bake in a preheated 450 degree oven for about 45 minutes or until golden brown.

If you think the bread in the oven smells great, just wait until you taste it. It is even better than you can imagine.

Once the bread has cooled, but still warm, cut yourself a thick slice, smear it with a pad (or two) of butter and take a bite.

Once you have tasted this bread, fresh from the oven, perhaps you will find yourself pondering whether or not you could live on bread alone.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Be back soon!

I will be off on a culinary adventure for the rest of the month. I'll be back to posting the first week in July.

Check back the first week of July for new posts!


Until next time, hopefully there is something in the fridge to carry you until I get back.


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The VanStory Back Story

It seems the very best cooks I know enjoy the thrill of trying new foods while dining out as much as they enjoy creating new dishes in their own kitchen. I am that way and so is my friend Beth VanStory. Today's recipe is one that Beth had enjoyed and then later duplicated at home.

But first the back story. There are those who are not fans of facebook. And there are those who are fans of facebook. As for me, I am one of the facebook fans.

Thanks to facebook, I have been lucky enough to reconnect with many of my favorite schoolmates. I still remember how thrilled I was the day the day my high school friend Beth VanStory, who for years had been living in San Francisco, reconnected with me on facebook after moving back to Richmond. We met for lunch that same day.

Midlothian High School, Home of the Trojans!!

(and yes, we have heard all the condom jokes already)

The things I liked about Beth back when we were in high school are the things I still like about her today. She is intelligent, fun-loving and caring. And for the record, she is just as attractive now as she was 30 years ago.

Beth VanStory 2011

Not long after Beth and I reconnected, we got together at my house to make Christmas Cookies with her adorable daughter Ella. I don't normally enjoy sharing my kitchen when I bake but, with an experienced cook like Beth, it was effortless. We really clicked in the kitchen.

A few months later, Beth and I attended our 30th high school reunion. The night before the event, a mutual friend of ours invited us along with some other classmates and their spouses to her home for a cook out. It was at this Barbecue that I first tasted this dish. Let me tell you, it is so good, that I knew I had to share it with you .

I asked Beth if I could share her recipe and the back story. Here what she had to say:

I lived in San Francisco for 12 years and one of my favorite things to do was go sailing in the Bay with my friends.

Sailing the San Francisco Bay

We'd often stop at Andronico's, an upscale food market, and pick up deli sandwiches and some side salads. I love the orzo feta salad they make. So one day I decided that it was high time I learned to make it myself (not to mention it was VERY expensive at Andronico's).

So I did what every curious chef would do: I googled "orzo feta salad." I came up with a great number of search results but quickly clicked on one from epicurious.com, a site that has never failed me.

I read through their recipe and thought of some changes (like using way less oil). Then it was off to the store to find the ingredients. The first time I made it my au pair and I ate if for five days and never got sick of it. It's great fresh and just as good left over. And it's always a hit when I take it over a friend's house or to a barbeque.

Orzo with Tomatoes, Feta, and Green Onions

From Epicurious (with Beth’s edits)

¼ Cup of Red Wine Vinegar

2 Teaspoons of fresh Lemon juice

1Teaspoon of Honey

¼ Cup of Olive Oil

4 Cups Chicken Broth

1 1/3 Pound of Orzo

1 Cup (I use less) Sun Dried Tomatoes packed in oil (or use dried and allow them to soak in 1Cup of Boiling Water to soften)

1 7-Ounce Package Feta Cheese crumbled

1 Cup chopped Green Onions

½ Cup of Fresh Basil

½ Cup Pine Nuts, toasted

Make the Dressing

You can make the dressing ahead of time and then store it at room temperature.

Whisk together the Red Wine Vinegar, Lemon Juice, and Honey in small bowl. Gradually whisk in the Oil. Season with Salt and Pepper.

Prepare the Salad

Bring Chicken Broth to a boil in large heavy saucepan. Stir in Orzo, reduce heat to medium, cover partially, and allow it to boil until the Orzo is tender but still firm to bite, stirring occasionally. Drain. Transfer the Orzo to large wide bowl, tossing it frequently until it cools.

Chop the Sun dried Tomotes and the Basil. Mix in the Sun Dried Tomatoes, Fresh Basil, the Feta and the Green Onions into Orzo and toss Add vinaigrette over the salad and then toss again to be sure everything has been coated.

Season with Salt and Pepper. It is best to make this dish in advance to allow the dressing to marry with the salad. Before serving add Pine Nuts; toss once more. Serve at room temperature.

And now, as radio personality Paul Harvey used to say, you know the rest of the story.


Monday, June 13, 2011

Nut Balls

I’m a nut. I am a cashew to be precise.

Years ago when Jim and I decided to get married, we could not do so legally in the USA, so we opted to fly to Paris and exchange vows there. Paris is such a beautiful, romantic place we knew that it would be the right location.

We still had to decide exactly where to hold our ceremony. We knew it was going to be a small ceremony, just the two of us and our two witnesses.

Ernie, Jim, John and Bert in France 2004

After much discussion, we decided to marry at Versailles.

When we got to Versailles, we walked the grounds and we were captivated by beauty of the Grand Canal. When we got closer, we noticed that visitors could rent rowboats and row on the canal.

An antique postcard showing sailboats on the Grand Canal

It was then and there we decided to rent a rowboat and exchange our vows on the water. So Jim and I along with our two witnesses boarded our own version of the Love boat .

Jim rows on the Grand Canal. Like the song goes, I liked him so much I had to put a ring on it.


With Ernie and Bert at our side, Jim and I rowed off to be joined in wedded bliss.

Jim and I celebrated our union later that night with an intimate dinner for two. We were seated on the balcony of Café Marley, which is located at the Louvre. We chose to host our wedding reception for family and friends later the next month when we returned to the states.

Hmm? What’s that? Why did we choose Ernie and Bert as our witnesses you may ask? Allow me explain.

When I was a young boy, my parents gave my brothers and me puppets fashioned after the then new PBS show called Sesame Street. You may have heard of it.

I was given a Bert Puppet, my brother Steve was given Ernie, and my youngest brother Brian, was given Cookie Monster. Each puppet seemed to mirror aspects of our personalities.

Bert, Cookie Monster and Ernie (or John, Brian and Steve)

Knowing Bert's character the way you do, do you think if he were given a puppet as a young boy he would still have it almost 40 years later? Well of course I would (I mean Bert would). You get my drift don’t you?

Years before I met Jim, his mother had given him a Bedtime Ernie. He still has it. Jim is the personification of Ernie. He has a boyish sense of humor and a sweet and tender side that make him irresistible. Just like Ernie.

When Jim and I moved in with each other, his Ernie and my Bert were united. You might even call it love at first sight.

Ernie and Bert in the Big Boy bed

They have been inseparable ever since. I know the PR folks from Sesame Street may say otherwise, but I have always felt that Ernie and Bert were more than just "best friends". Kinda like Jim and I.

Just listen to the Ernie sing “When Bert’s Not Here” to understand just how he really feels about me, I mean Bert.

The fact that Jim is 5’9 and dark haired like Ernie and I am 6’ tall like Bert seals the deal. In our relationship, Jim is Ernie and I am Bert. One of our guests at our wedding reception even gave us a bottle of Chateau Bert and Ernie as a gift.

It’s been said (and I agree) that I am one of the lucky ones. And it is true. I am so fortunate to come from a great family and to have such wonderful friends. There are those in my family that I consider to be more than just relatives, they are my friends. Likewise, I am so close to some of my friends, they have become part of my family.

Case in point: Ellyn Sukonick.

Ellyn and I met over 17 years ago when I first started working at a local printing company. Ellyn had already been working there a year when I joined the company. She welcomed me to the fold with open arms. I was immediately drawn to her positive attitude and her loving manner. Ellyn has such a wonderful charismatic personality that people naturally drawn to her.

I grew up in a household that was very family centric. We love and care for each other very much. I have often thought that our family life and structure was influenced by our Roman Catholic religion.

Ellyn is Jewish and was therefore also brought up in a family centric household.

The Sukonicks: Steve, Adam, Ellyn and Jodi

I have often felt that Jewish and Catholic families share many of the same core values in regard to family structure.

For whatever the reason, Jews and Catholics often form great friendships. It was one of of Ellyn’s friends who told me that when a Jew and a Catholic marry, the couple are called Cathjews, which is pronounced like the nut “Cashews”.

A close knit Cashew Family

Due to the closeness of our friendship, Ellyn and I consider us honorary “Cathjews”. So you see, I really am a nut.

Ellyn and I share a love of cooking. Ellyn is a great cook and she is always finding and sharing the best recipes. She is also a talented party planner and caterer.

It was only natural that I would turn to Ellyn to help us plan the wedding reception.

Ellyn, her husband Steve, and their daughter Jodi graciously offered to help serve the food the night of the party. And let me tell you, we could not have done it without them. But they did even more than just serve the food, the made some of it too.

Ellyn thankfully insisted on making a Hummingbird Cake for the wedding cake. It was out of this world delicious. Tradition be damned, there wasn’t any cake left over to be eaten on our first anniversary. It was that incredible.

Steve’s contribution was making the Spicy Sausage Balls. He hand-rolled over 5 pounds of them. And we ate every last one of them. Well, that is not entirely true. Ellyn put 3 sausage balls in a plastic bag and hid them way, way in the back of our refrigerator early in the evening so that her son could enjoy some later that evening.

We served a lot of food that night. I am talking “a lot of food” in terms of a Jewish or an Italian event. But of all the food that was served that night, it was Ellyn’s Hummingbird Wedding Cake and Steve’s Spicy Sausage Balls that our guests still talk about. Yeah, they are that good.

Our family stepped outside to discuss the Spicy Sausage Balls and take a photo.

I don’t have the recipe for Ellyn’s Hummingbird Cake (though she assures me that hummingbirds are not part of the ingredients). Hopefully one day I will be able to share that with you.

Today I am lucky enough to be able to share Ellyn’s recipe for Spicy Sausage Balls. It is the one recipe I always make when I am hosting a party because it is the one that my family and friends will most often request. It is also one of the recipes that consistently generates the most compliments.

It doesn’t matter what time of year or day you serve Spicy Sausage Balls, they always seem to fit in at any party. I have served them at brunches and late night parties with equal success. But enough about past history, it is time for you to give them a try.

Ellyn and Steve’s Spicy Sausage Balls

Ingredients:

1 Pound of Spicy Sausage Meat

1 Slightly Beaten Egg

1/3-Cup Seasoned Bread Crumbs

½ Teaspoon o f Fresh Sage

Combine the above ingredients in a bowl and then and shape the mixture into small balls. Brown the sausage balls well on each side in a large skillet. Pour off the grease.

In a separate bowl, make the sauce.

Combine:

¼ Cup of Catsup

¼ Cup of Chili Sauce

2 Tablespoons of Brown Sugar

1 Tablespoon of Vinegar

1 Tablespoon of Soy Sauce

Mix sauce together and then pour it all into the skillet over the sausage balls. Cover the skillet and then simmer for 30 minutes over low heat. These are best when they are made a day ahead and refrigerated until ready to reheat and serve. Reheat and then serve from a warmed chafing dish with cocktail picks.

Okay now. You know why I consider myself a nut. When you combine that with the similarities that I share with Bert, you can throw in nerd to the mix. But it really doesn’t matter.

What really matters most is that now you now have the recipe to make Ellyn and Steve’s Spicy Sausage Balls.

Give them a try sometime. I feel pretty certain you and your guests will go nuts over them.

Until next time: Chow!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

A Bone to Pick or a Gesture?



A middle school friend of mine named Teri came to visit me this week. And as can be expected at this time of year, the weather in Richmond has been hot and sticky.

I wanted to play tour guide and show my friend Teri all the wonderful things I love about this town. But due to the heat, I knew we would enjoy a driving tour in my air-conditioned car much more than a walking tour in the blistering heat. But where could we go?

Richmond is a wonderful place for art and history lovers. And one stop all tourists really should consider making is a place that combines both history and art.

No, I am not talking about our world-renowned Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. While the VMFA is a wonderful place, the place I am referring to is Hollywood Cemetery.

Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond VA

Now, visiting a cemetery might not be the first thing on your list when planning a vacation. But if you are lucky enough to have a chance come to Richmond, Hollywood Cemetery is certainly a stop you will want to consider making.

Towering 50 feet tall, this Monument serves

as a collective tombstone for over 18,000 Confederate dead

I refer to Hollywood Cemetery as a sculpture garden where all the finest people in Richmond reside. Well-known residents of Hollywood include presidents James Monroe, John Tyler and Jefferson Davis.

The tomb of James Monroe

It is a neighborhood filled with the Who’s Who of Richmond from the past 200 years.

And, sure enough, people are still dying to get in. (Surely you did not think for a minute I was going to let that joke go unsaid.) Truthfully, Hollywood Cemetery is a place where burials still occur.

Hollywood Cemetery is so much more than just a place filled with the bones of our ancestors. It serves as a tribute to all who have made it their final resting place and it is filled with gestures of love and devotion.

This dog, once a store advertisement, guards the grave of the girl who loved it.

Touring the grounds, you will see some truly beautiful statues and monuments. I feel that enjoying the beauty of the cemetery landscape and gazing upon the wonderful sculptures pays homage to those who died and the love of those they left behind. These monuments were created so that others would not forget those who have died. For this reason, I feel compelled to share some of the images from our visit with you.


The Loyd family tree?

Notice all the Loyd markers are tree trunks

So how do I tie a visit to a cemetery into a post about food? Stay with me and I will tell you.

Tonight is the last night I will be visiting with my friend Teri before she goes off to Washington be an Advocate for Pancreatic Cancer awareness and funding. Before she leaves I wanted to cook her a special “southern meal” (she is, like me, a Yankee). This is to be my parting gift to her. I tried to think of what I could make and then it hit me. I will make barbecued pork ribs! They are not only tasty; they are something that I have really come to enjoy as a summer meal.

Some people like dry ribs, but I prefer wet ribs. So, today I offer you my take on how to make wet pork ribs. I hope you and Teri enjoy them.

Southern Pork Ribs

Ingredients:

4 to 5 Pounds of Pork Ribs

1 19-ounce bottles of Jack Daniel’s Honey Smoke House Barbecue Sauce

1 6-ounce can of Orange Juice Concentrate

½ White Onion (cut and separated into ringlets)

Salt and Pepper

Directions:

Line a large baking pan with two sheets of foil. Allow foil to extend beyond all sides of the pan.

Preheat oven to 300 degrees.

Wash Pork Ribs with cool water and then pat dry with a paper towel.

Salt and Pepper both sides of the Ribs.

Make Sauce

Pour the bottle of the Barbecue sauce and the 6-ounce can of frozen Orange juice concentrate in a bowl and whisk together.

Coat the bottom sides of the Pork Ribs with the sauce mixture and then lay them, sauce side down in the foil lined baking pan.

Next coat the topside of the Pork Ribs with sauce. Cover the Ribs with the Onion ringlets.

Cover the Ribs and Onions with two sheets of foil. Join the foil from the top of the ribs with the foil overhanging from the bottom of the ribs and then crimp the foil closed on all sides.

Bake the Ribs in an oven set at 300 degrees for 1 to 1 ½ hours. Unwrap the ribs, flip them over in the pan, coat with them with additional sauce and bake for 1 more hour or until the meat is tender and pulls away from the bone.

Remove the ribs from the baking pan and place on a cutting board. Allow them to rest and cool.

Remove and discard any bits of the onions, meat or bone that might have been left in the baking pan liquid. I place a sieve over a large bowl and strain it that way. But you can also use a slotted spoon to do the job. Pour the strained liquid into a saucepan. Place the saucepan in the refrigerator to cool in order to make removing the fat easier. The fat will congeal and rise to the top of the saucepan. Use a spoon to skim it off the fat and discard it.

The remaining liquid will be a combination of barbeque sauce and water. Reduce and thicken this sauce by allowing it to boil for about 10 minutes. Be certain to stir it while it is reducing down to prevent it from burning.

Once the ribs have rested and cooled, cut them into 2 to 3 ribs sections.

To brown them up and to caramelize the barbecue sauce, coat theRibs once again with the reduced and thickened barbeque sauce mixture and then either broil them in the oven or grill them.

These Ribs are great served either hot or cold.

Tonight, once our meal has been eaten, I hope that Teri looks down at her plate filled with picked over pork rib bones and sees more than just a collection of bones. I hope that she sees that pile of bones for what they really represent: the remains of a gesture of love.

And, if you are every fortunate enough to look upon the monuments of Hollywood cemetery as we did, I hope you see what we saw: gestures of love.



Friday, June 10, 2011

Party of One?



Julie Andrews as Cinderella, 1957

In 1957, Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote a television musical based on the fairy tale of Cinderella. It starred a very young Julie Andrews.

It was produced again for television in 1965 starring Lesley Ann Warren and most recently again in 1997 starring Brandy.

Leslie Ann Warren as Cinderella, 1965

It was the 1965 version with Lesley Ann Warren that I grew up watching. I loved the idea that with a little magic a pumpkin, some rats and mice could transform into a golden carriage, horses and coachmen.

But what I liked most about Cinderella was how she was able to use just her imagination to take her anywhere she wanted to go. Her imagination was all she needed to live the adventures she dreamed about. And she did this all while sitting in her own little corner in her own little chair.

I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command I obey
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand in my way
In my own little corner in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere
and the world will open it's arms to me

This is me, July 1967, Chatham, New Jersey

As a small boy, I also lived a life of adventure through my imagination. I remember playing that I was a secret agent (ala Maxwell Smart), or a scientist who studied lions and went on Safari (ala Daktari), or a spaceman getting ready to rocket to the moon.

I spent many wonderful hours just playing alone. I really was (and in many ways still am) my own best friend.

My mother has a saying that goes: “ I may be living in my own little world, but that’s okay, they all like me here.”

The reason I am writing today about all of this is that I recently got a submission for this blog that inspired me.

The submission comes from a friend of mine who has been ill, on and off, for many months. What I find inspiring is that even while she is stationed in her home, often too ill to travel or even run errands, she is still able to find joy in her surroundings. And has learned to enjoy the care that she can provide herself.

My friend wrote:

I've been ill for a long, long time, and every time a friend shows up with food, I feel doubly nourished.

But I have also felt increasingly helpless and, yes, pathetic.


This evening, as dinnertime approached, I thought: What would I do right now if I were not ill "all the time?"

I had only to look to the balcony of my condo for the answer.

The land of inspiration

Mmm, I can almost smell that basil!

Less than 20 minutes later, I was digging into a steaming bowl of penne pasta, slathered with butter, lemon & olive oil ... dusted with shaved parmesan cheese ... and sprinkled with torn up fresh basil leaves.


YUM!

Not only did it taste wonderful. But I felt stronger for having gone ahead and done it, instead of eating some cold or instant thing.

Or letting someone else do it for me.

Food IS love.

And tonight I remembered that it's one of the best ways we can show ourselves that we are, indeed, lovable.

In sickness and in health.

Lemon Butter Penne (makes two small/medium servings):

Ingredients:

1 Cup Penne Pasta, cooked al dente
1 half-inch pat of Butter
2 ounces of Lemon infused Olive Oil (available at most food stores)
4 crushed Garlic cloves
Shaved Parmesan
About six large torn-up Basil leaves

Directions:

Put the Butter, Oil & Garlic in nuke-safe container and microwave it about 30 seconds on high.
Pour over cooked pasta.
Sprinkle with torn up Basil leaves.
Dust with the shaved Parmesan.

MANGIA!


If you feel inspired to sing from your own little chair, here are the original lyrics to Rodgers and Hamerstein’s song:

In My Own Little Corner


I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse

When I hear a command I obey

But I know of a spot in my house

Where no one can stand in my way

In my own little corner in my own little chair

I can be whatever I want to be

On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere

and the world will open it's arms to me

I'm a young Norwegian princess or a milkmaid

I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan

I'm a heiress who has always had her silk made

by her own flock of silkworms in Japan

I'm a girl men go mad for love's a game I can play

with a cool and confident kind of air

Just as long as I stay in my own little corner

All alone, in my own, little chair.



I can be whatever I want to be....

I'm a slave from Calcutta

I'm a queen in Peru

I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea

I'm a huntress on an African Safari

It's a dangerous type of sport and yet it's fun

In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry

and I find I forgot to bring my gun!

I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed

when I meet a lioness in her lair!

Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner

All alone, in my own, little chair

Julie, 1957



Leslie Ann, 1965

So, where will your imagination take you today?

Have a great day. And please, remember if you ever find that you are talking to yourself, be polite and listen.