tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219822212024-03-12T19:17:50.628-05:00IlostmyiPodBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-31809895832548210472013-04-05T00:33:00.002-05:002013-04-13T23:46:00.889-05:00Summer 2013 Garden - First Journal Entry<b>Planted March 25 and 26, 2013</b><br />
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In summer 2011 I built a 2 x 4 box, filled it with dirt, and grew some stuff. I won't grow edible things in my yard, out of caution against lead and chemicals in the soil of this old uptown neighborhood. I raised Japanese eggplant, okra, and purple-hulled peas. Maybe some squash. I can't recall. We fried the eggplant, and cooked a few pots of peas with okra added for flavor and color. I then tried a winter crop of Brussels sprouts and greens, and nothing did well. We never got enough of a cold spell. <br />
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Last summer, I refreshed the box with new garden soil and nothing grew well. The new dirt was too dense. I needed lighter, airier soil. I came up with Happy Frog Potting Soil, from <a href="http://foxfarmfertilizer.com/item/happy-frog-174-potting-soil.html" target="_blank">Fox Farm Fertilizer</a> Co. and found it at <a href="http://stores.laughingbuddhanursery.com/StoreFront.bok" target="_blank">Laughing Buddha Nursery</a> on Clearview. I'm sure there are other mixes that would do just as well, but I like the sound of "Embrace the Vitality of Happy Frog," and the mix looked good for vegetables. At Charvet's across the street, I found an all-purpose <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Healthy-Plant-Crustacean-Purpose-Fertilizer/dp/B00AKKR0QM" target="_blank">fertilizer</a>. All in all, hunting down dirt, fertilizer, Japanese eggplant seedlings and other other good stuff to grow took me a couple of days of driving around the Metrys to Laughing Buddha, Charvet's, Lowe's, and Jefferson Feed and Seed. Charvet's, by the way, is totally witchy - if you're looking for healing herbs like fever few, mother's wort, penny royal and so on, go to Charvet's. <br />
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I have about 16 square feet to work with - a 2 x 4 box, a 2 x 2 box, and an oval fish pond roughly 2 x 4, with a deep and a shallow section. I also have some green plastic growing bags. Happy Frog is expensive - $18 for two cubic feet! - so I removed just 4 inches of the garden soil and spread two bags of the Frog as top soil. So far I'm happy; it's loose, dark, and all the plants settled in overnight, except the okra. It wasn't draining well and looked like it might be coming down with a fungus. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back row: fennel, Ichiban eggplant, okra. Front row: fennel, yellow squash, cucumber.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Ichiban </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front: Rosemary and sage. Top left and center: carrots. Top right: chard. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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In the alley I have three green bags, two seeded with cow peas (like field peas) and one with sugar snaps. I've put some branches in there for the sprouts to climb.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sugar snaps and cow peas. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cow Peas sprouted within two days. Yay for rain!</td></tr>
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While I was at Laughing Buddha Nursery, I picked up some herbs, along with an idea:<br />
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mangled a 10-foot length of 4-inch sewer PVC into 3-foot segments with a handsaw I pulled
off the shelf at Home Depot - those big box stores used to have stations
set up for cutting pipe, didn't they? At home I hacked trenches with a little cordless saw, drilled drainage holes, sealed the end caps to the uneven cuts with silicone glue, and made a few passes with a can of spray paint. Voila:<br />
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I made two, filling one with mints and basils, and one with savory herbs. They're rough around the edges, but were fun to make and fit perfectly along the front porch rails. <br />
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These pictures are from the last week of March, right after planting. Everything is taller already, especially with the bit of rain we've had. The fertilizer and soil seem to be good, so far.<br />
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But it could all go to hell. Summer heat hasn't even nearly begun.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-17124346023231307112011-08-15T21:50:00.017-05:002011-08-15T23:53:04.248-05:00Your Mama, Buster Holmes, and Blue Runner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_l6zZQjDt1m6cNX6k0IwXG-PBag5TBZ4dUHfBtlwB7vgG9tRmTWuavAxq2J120koUC6-Dv7PA3goSv83r1oWSugajgXqerQaapJdNNoD5ob1rL5pvTDyILIKLtqP2msMtykv0Q/s1600/blue+runners+all+dressed+up.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_l6zZQjDt1m6cNX6k0IwXG-PBag5TBZ4dUHfBtlwB7vgG9tRmTWuavAxq2J120koUC6-Dv7PA3goSv83r1oWSugajgXqerQaapJdNNoD5ob1rL5pvTDyILIKLtqP2msMtykv0Q/s320/blue+runners+all+dressed+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641290451585585682" /></a> I'm not a New Orleanian born and raised, so red beans and rice Mondays aren't in my DNA. But after moving here in the 1970s, I was introduced to the tradition in the best possible way, at <a href="http://bit.ly/ngfwBl">Buster Holmes'</a> on Chartres. My best friend and I had Typing before lunch, and Gym afterwards, so that meant we had just about enough time to skip out of McMain, head down Claiborne to the Quarter, have lunch, and be back in our desks for English, before heading to NOCCA for our afternoon classes. My parents were from Georgia and Arkansas, so I actually ended up preferring the big pot of white beans with ham hocks that was usually sharing the stove top, but I enjoyed many plastic plates full of red beans, rice and sausage before Holmes closed the doors forever.
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<br />Between those golden years, and years of Mondays with our friend Dave's homemade pots of vegetarian red bean goodness, and oh yes, regular small sides with Popeye's 2-piece dark meat combos, I'm a red bean lover. I've come to depend on others for my red bean meals. But lately we've taken an old and reliable shortcut in Blue Runners, and we've started to look forward to Monday nights at home.
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<br />The ideal batch will start with a link of andouille. We prefer the kind that comes in a thick link, an inch or more in diameter, but the andouille you have is the right andouille. For us, the best case is to have a pound or two in the freezer, from <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/bourgeois-meat-market-thibodaux">Bourgeois</a>' Meats in Thibodaux ("<a href="http://bit.ly/nxRfVt">Miracles in Meat Since 1891</a>!"). (We're not playing foodie; we just have to go to Thibby a lot these days, and Bourgeois visits are a nice little bonus.) Bourgeois' andouille is almost loose, chunky, and streaked with soft pockets of fat. Cut up a link, brown it a bit, and add a few tablespoons of trinity, some garlic, and a couple of chopped green onions. The seasonings just melt into the sausage fat. Add a couple of cans of Blue Runner, and thin it all with some stock - chicken, veggie, whatever you have on hand. Finish with salt, pepper, and heat - I like Schirachi and C likes Tabasco - and you're good. Since we're all about healthy eating, pop some brown rice into the ricemaker before you start chopping and opening cans, and you're all set. When you go back for seconds, as you will, take a minute to reheat it with a little more stock.
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<br />This is pretty much foolproof, which is why Blue Runner rules. C and I take turns with it, and it comes out spot-on perfect every time.
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<br />1/2 lb. thick andouille, cut in 1/4 inch chunks
<br />2 green onions, chopped
<br />1 oz. trinity
<br />2 or 3 cloves garlic, smashed
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<br />2 small cans Blue Runner Creole Cream Style Red Beans
<br />S&P (white pepper is a good choice)
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<br /> Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-29538885016120953992011-07-03T20:23:00.003-05:002011-08-15T12:01:03.410-05:00In which I fail and pass the "Eat Local" challengeI thought about signing up for the <a href="http://www.nolalocavore.org/eat-local-challenge-2011/">Eat Local challenge</a> last month. A 10 percent discount at <a href="http://hollygrovemarket.com/">Hollygrove Market</a> and a signing bonus of a bag of salt from down around New Iberia was very tempting, but for those of us teaching summer classes at The People's University, by the lake, June is a month without a paycheck, so I couldn't swing the fee. <div>
<br /></div><div>But thinking about the challenge got me paying attention to what I eat, and analyzing what I make versus what I buy prepared. I will never live a fully "eat local" life, and that's not a failure, it's a choice. I want coffee, I want champagne, I want brats from Wisconsin and salmon from the Northwest and I need to stock my shelf with pepper and other spices, so I make no apologies for that. And, as a general rule, most "do this, and only this" lifestyles end up with unintended consequences that undercut their well-meaning philosophies, so I don't gravitate toward manifestos. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>But I do like buying from my friends and neighbors at the farmer's markets, at the grocery store, and in local eateries. After the storm, as we came back and started rebuilding our lives, I wanted to support the business people who invested in New Orleans and the surrounding area. I benefit, too, from the bounty of things we can harvest here, from the ground and from the waters. So I end up cooking with mostly local ingredients pretty much daily.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Last night I made a ratatouille, and as I chopped veggies I realized all but the tomato paste, bay leaves, salt and pepper and canned tomatoes came from the farmer's market and my own garden. On another burner was a pot of purple-hulled peas. I'd cured and smoked the bacon flavoring it. I'd picked a few okra from my garden and chopped them in. Tabasco's local. That leaves the onions (probably from Georgia), salt and pepper, and a little Sriracha (New York?) </div><div>
<br /></div><div>That's a win, I think. Those peas were exquisite, in any case. Nothing beats freshly shelled peas.</div><div>
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<br /></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-22623099786337003482010-05-25T02:39:00.009-05:002010-05-25T03:39:44.374-05:00The Gulf of MexicoIn 1974, we moved to New Orleans, the last stop in my dad's career with the American Red Cross. Before that, he did twenty years in the Air Force, so our family experience was one of being transients, rootless visitors to new places, never really belonging anywhere.<br /><br />To welcome us, our neighbors brought over soup, but it was brown, dark, thick, and a big claw stuck out of the top. What did I know of gumbo? Before a year had passed I'd tackled cracking crabs with an empty Dixie bottle on a newspaper-strewn picnic table, attended my first Mardi Gras, watched slack-jawed as an alligator strolled down our street after a hard rain, and gone out fishing with my brother in a bayou off a local boat launch, only to realize we were under a canopy of oaks where water moccasins hung lazily from the branches and alligators barked at us from down dark arteries of the marsh. I fell in love and I've been here since. I cannot imagine living anywhere else.<br /><br />The pelican is Louisiana's state bird, but I never really saw one until about 1990. We'd woken up early on a day off in spring, and like Binx Bolling, tooled along the Gulf Coast highway to the Mississippi beaches, about 90 miles east and slightly north of New Orleans. In Gulfport we boarded the <a href="http://msshipisland.com/Home_Page.html">Captain Pete</a> and headed out on an hour's ride to Ship Island. We'd done this many times, as it was a favorite escape from civilization - an undeveloped, quiet beach, home to birds and crabs, with a pre-Civil War fort, a snack bar and some bathrooms and a boardwalk, nothing more. <br /><br />This trip was special, though. As we left the harbor, we saw pelicans, brown pelicans flying alongside the boat, and dotting the wooden piers. They'd been nearly extinguished by chemical pollution and hunters, but here they were, making a comeback. <br /><br />Over the next few years, the numbers of pelicans we'd see on our drives up to the coast grew, and we'd see them sooner each time. By the mid 1990s they were on over Lake Pontchartrain, in Slidell and Eden Isles. By 2000, I started seeing them flying along the Causeway Bridge, further west over the same lake . And by 2003 or so, their ranks had grown into the city itself, and I'd see them flying and nesting on Bayou St. John, the waterway that connects Mid City to the lake. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHXnnd1M7QKMmZCadm19m4321LdyuZloKEL_P3Fco2oxAEiGeMiLAkjOE17eMHEyqbr86lLHew7MsiXCC4lrdKZggHSvMg0UPfun5YuTkZjBcG_94VSX85Cm-PuRH_oGQQPG2HQ/s1600/tattoocropped.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHXnnd1M7QKMmZCadm19m4321LdyuZloKEL_P3Fco2oxAEiGeMiLAkjOE17eMHEyqbr86lLHew7MsiXCC4lrdKZggHSvMg0UPfun5YuTkZjBcG_94VSX85Cm-PuRH_oGQQPG2HQ/s320/tattoocropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475117123893064130" /></a><br /><br />In 2004, I got a tattoo based on a Greek key pattern, in a blue that makes me think of the Gulf waters. In 2005, before the storm, I added a pelican rising up over that water, an image taken from a Walter Anderson woodcut; I like how his primitive style echoes the ancient Greek imagery of the wave.<br /><br />Last week I went to Ship Island, and enjoyed the pelicans and dolphins that accompanied the boat to and from the island. I got sunburned and windswept, and I put the constant news stories of the spill and our inability to stave it off out of my head for a few hours.<br /><br />But now I'm grieving something fierce, knowing these magnificent birds, along with their dolphin pals, and the many other species - gulls, herons, and more - are being coated in oil, their eggs ruined in their nests - and that they are dying miserable deaths while we are powerless to help them.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-3191828334579366912010-05-25T02:08:00.009-05:002011-08-15T12:01:30.464-05:00Bacon!I bought a pork belly at Hong Kong Market. <a href="http://offthebroiler.wordpress.com/2006/04/03/vietnamese-food-in-gretna/">Off the Broiler</a> has the skinny on this wonderland in a repurposed Walmart/stripmall in Gretna. With the pig on hand, I set about making us some bacon. I read Michael Ruhlman's <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Charcuterie-Craft-Salting-Smoking-Curing/dp/0393058298/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_3">Charcuterie</a>,</span> but settled on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHI83Sn5o9Y">Karen Solomon's</a> <a href="http://www.jamitpickleitcureit.com/try-it/">recipe</a> for the cure. After 9 days, I dried it, let it form a pellicule over a day, and then smoked it with oak hardwood charcoal, and a mix of cherry and pecan chips. It came out a beautiful color. And it tasted good. I'm going to do this again.
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<br />It's May, 2010. There's oil in the Gulf. I've been craving seafood, and feeling so anxious about our future. Shopping at Whole Foods for dinner, I picked up a dozen oysters as an afterthought - just in case, what if there's no more? - and put them on the grill with butter, garlic and herbs. I normally curse while I'm opening oysters but my cantankerousness was tempered by my need to just treasure the moment.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-31669288783825858242010-03-07T01:15:00.006-06:002011-08-15T12:01:42.732-05:00A Mess o' ChardCan one cook up a mess o' chard? I mean, chard ain't collards or mustards. But it is greens, and good greens.
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<br />Get the rainbow chard. A nice bundle of rainbow chard has a mixture of red, white and yellow stalks. Clean the bunch in a sink of cold water - soak them, drain, and soak again. The cut the stalks in half-inch lengths, while you gently heat a lot of garlic - a lot of garlic, not a little bit - in some oil. I mix olive oil and vegetable oil.
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<br />Saute the stalks while you cut or tear the beautiful greens in ribbons maybe an inch or so wide. Add them a handful at a time and let them deflate in the heat, stirring them with the stalks and garlic. Then turn the fire way down, cover with a lid and let them get soft. The pot likker will come out and the garlic will meld with the greens and crunchy, colorful stalks.
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<br />I made a mess o' chard tonight, four bunches of it. We ate it with broiled salmon and little red potatoes.
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<br />I remembered to take some ugly iPhone 3G pictures the last time I cooked some chard:
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<br />Knox, I heeded your warning and kept it to one bunch.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-11325635886069423782010-01-07T15:47:00.005-06:002010-01-07T21:58:11.366-06:00Waitress in a Donut Shop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ft2evLRjr_3W5t7xJ3QkQnk6a4LvjQMbWwAoadKyZrnEUwgeP49Ymb-cgIkXXWsUshKXwzvE8ZqIPaKvbsVTDUD7NUfr6oczDSAlMoTcPYC3yXaRwVFSMmcRAB3Er_F3b35JXQ/s1600-h/BETH.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ft2evLRjr_3W5t7xJ3QkQnk6a4LvjQMbWwAoadKyZrnEUwgeP49Ymb-cgIkXXWsUshKXwzvE8ZqIPaKvbsVTDUD7NUfr6oczDSAlMoTcPYC3yXaRwVFSMmcRAB3Er_F3b35JXQ/s320/BETH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424119575594706530" /></a><br />Back in the late seventies, I worked at Cafe du Monde, slinging beignets to tourists.<br /><br />Here's a <a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/beignet.html">beignet</a> at Cafe du Monde - pronounced ben-yay (emphasize either syllable, we'll know what to serve you.) Tourist attempts on that ranged from bengays to big nuts to bayonets. <br /><br />Above is a picture of me in 1976. One day, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mademoiselle_%28magazine%29">Madamoiselle</a></i> magazine did a photo shoot at CDM. We kept trying to slip the models beignets - they were so skinny! <br /><br />I remember being annoyed with them being in my way all day, and this picture captures that. I don't know why that's the one they chose to publish. There's a little note "Beth age 16" in my mom's handwriting at the top, on my paper hat.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-84724289955363877112009-07-18T20:52:00.016-05:002009-07-19T01:24:27.135-05:00Fried Soft Shell Crab Sandwich<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kBdsBr7v69JIaO6WEd0BSQrfDYh7B6zf2o8qOZKTiqz3JzEx8brk9SbyB5aoXSbSZZimLcFbq4Hn9sl8kg6oB1KgIqVWG9GQRstjKlqGSsiF4qBVDITjvsqf1XWbCQLJljNPTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kBdsBr7v69JIaO6WEd0BSQrfDYh7B6zf2o8qOZKTiqz3JzEx8brk9SbyB5aoXSbSZZimLcFbq4Hn9sl8kg6oB1KgIqVWG9GQRstjKlqGSsiF4qBVDITjvsqf1XWbCQLJljNPTQ/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360010592650466178" /></a><br /><br />The iPhone has no flash, and this sandwich was made during a thunderstorm Thursday that took out a nearby transformer. The picture is dark, but the sandwich was sublime.<br /><br />I'm journaling this to remember the cool, dark house on a summer's day, a shelter from the threatening thunder and lightning, and the almost solid wall of rain that pelted down for more than an hour. The sandwich, and the memory of cooking it, is the sensory anchor for my memory. This is summer in New Orleans where most days are bathed in brutal heat and light, but some days are wrapped in cool, dark clouds. The price for those respites from the heat is scary, bombastic weather. For two summers after Katrina, I couldn't enjoy such a day.<br /><br />Well, that's somber. <br /><br />But we're here, and it's home, because where else can you spend about 10 minutes of casual effort and end up with a fried soft shell crab sandwich just because it's time for lunch, and that's what you have in the fridge?<br /><br />I picked up two frozen soft shell crabs from a vendor at Tuesday's Uptown Farmer's Market. Another vendor had 'em fresh, but they cost more and these were just fine. I could put them in the fridge to thaw slowly, and knew I'd get to them a day or two down the road.<br /><br />First, I just covered the bottom of a cast-iron frying pan with vegetable oil. I left it over a medium-low fire to heat while I prepped the crabs.<br /><br />Crabs must be cleaned before they're eaten. It's a quick process: lift the flap on each end and remove the dead man's fingers (the lungs), then turn the crab over and pull off the flap underneath. (If that flap is slender and pointy, the crab is male and while they're plenty tasty, if you can check them before buying, look for the wider, rounded flap that indicates a female, because they're fatter, and fatter means tastier.) Finally, take some kitchen scissors and snip off the face: the eyes and jaws are not edible. <br /><br />They must be dry before going into the hot oil: thawed crabs are full of water, so pat them well with paper towels.<br /><br />I mixed an egg in a bowl with 1/2 cup of milk, put a cup of flour in another bowl, and stirred in kosher salt, some Tony Chacherie's, and a little white pepper. I've just rediscovered white pepper and can't figure out why I haven't used it always and forever.<br /><br />After cranking the fire to medium-high, I dipped the crabs in the egg wash, put them in the flour, and shook the bowl till each was covered. I held each crab above the bowl and shook off the excess flour. I like fried foods lightly dusted, never thoroughly encased. Even in the bad light available for this photo, you can see the colors of the cooked crab under the flour - I find that appealing to the eye, but what's important is that the flavor of the food isn't overwhelmed by the breading.<br /><br />The electricity went out right about this time. But no matter - that's why you gotta be cooking with gas. <br /><br />It took about 3 minutes on each side for the crabs to reach perfection. We enjoyed them on white bread - I browned mine over the burner since the toaster oven was out of action. We dressed our sandwiches with butter on one side, mayo on the other, lettuce, dill pickles, lemon and hot sauce. <br /><br />If you're in New Orleans during soft shell season, find a good po'boy shop and try one of these on a bun or toast if the menu allows. They're good on French bread, but better on a smaller, softer stage. <br /><br />In the drama of the storm, a shaggy dog story unfolded, but that's another post.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-11671225909580611872009-06-27T17:05:00.008-05:002009-06-28T00:29:27.267-05:00Elmo, 1994-2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_Mzm7SePPsP1JcTN_zMkGtJ4MZ5242DcaMrhj6c7GglPyd-856mjUEPf9ATRfjFBEGLOWdBz6ChYTavGTBkvx62YE9sgjedKDDA_IL9zzkNjW8sEWE4Z-iVNNo_F2riK7m_OUw/s1600-h/elmo+wants+your+attention.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_Mzm7SePPsP1JcTN_zMkGtJ4MZ5242DcaMrhj6c7GglPyd-856mjUEPf9ATRfjFBEGLOWdBz6ChYTavGTBkvx62YE9sgjedKDDA_IL9zzkNjW8sEWE4Z-iVNNo_F2riK7m_OUw/s320/elmo+wants+your+attention.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133756019144066" border="0" /></a><br />We lost little Elmo today, after years of him cheerfully enduring and ignoring major health problems - diabetes, thyroid malfunction, and a tumor. The tumor returned in force, and that is probably the culprit, along with no longer being able to regulate his insulin well enough.<br /><br />He was a fun guy, a real pal. We joked that Elmo was a proactive patient, very involved in his health care. He'd come yell at us when it was time for his insulin shot. He was demanding and cranky at times, and we enjoyed that about him.<br /><br />When we picked him out at the SPCA 15 years ago this summer, he was lank and tiny, like a washrag with a ping-pong ball-sized head. He had a little croupy cold and the attendant shook him at us and said, "This one doesn't come with a health guarantee!" Indeed, not. But he rallied, and became big and healthy.<br /><br />He and his partner, Scat, whom we brought home from the SPCA that same day, once chased a pack of three rogue pit bulls who'd tried to venture onto our porch. We know because we ran out on the porch in response to the high-pitched wails and screams of the dogs as they ran down the street.<br /><br />Elmo was calm and sweet on our evacuations these past few years, putting up with all manner of inconvenience and disruption.<br /><br />He liked to lay in Cherry's arms while she rubbed his tummy. He enjoyed running through the house and crying the hunting song cats make. He liked sitting on the warm bricks of the patio and getting a little sun. And he loved to eat anything tasty. A little thin-sliced ham was his favorite treat, and he'd smack you if you weren't delivering it quickly enough. He ate a slice today, before succumbing to a seizure. <br /><br />Elmo died in Cherry's arms, getting a belly rub, already made comfortable with fluids and valium, unafraid and knowing he was the center of the universe. Just another day.<br /><br />God bless you, Little Elmo. You gave us good friendship and love, and made every day in your company joyful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUAlnmK9XvlQ3q99x6XRxE5v5gdBFrmTkg3rkJ-8HJvCKaXrKBck0Ir_tYkI8Mk9WslC64pFJVwhg81otJ_bquLtTRExAhQZhnIZ3hSuxAhJTb8-rqsPJS2jsDCpcoty5m9zFUw/s1600-h/scatty+loves+elmo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUAlnmK9XvlQ3q99x6XRxE5v5gdBFrmTkg3rkJ-8HJvCKaXrKBck0Ir_tYkI8Mk9WslC64pFJVwhg81otJ_bquLtTRExAhQZhnIZ3hSuxAhJTb8-rqsPJS2jsDCpcoty5m9zFUw/s320/scatty+loves+elmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352134040055394498" border="0" /></a> <br />Scat and Elmo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIiJxLt84rPOCugF-SOPB3ddSGPzu8nAwdGMKKPvBMCSlJ6WDMASLM89qEdIZak1O1gXTvoXXop39FPjn-8QkEof8bGMGxe4gLZBmMDDYbfExomFQ91Rgwi2iSfPylx07lMuO5A/s1600-h/sullen+alliance.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIiJxLt84rPOCugF-SOPB3ddSGPzu8nAwdGMKKPvBMCSlJ6WDMASLM89qEdIZak1O1gXTvoXXop39FPjn-8QkEof8bGMGxe4gLZBmMDDYbfExomFQ91Rgwi2iSfPylx07lMuO5A/s320/sullen+alliance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352134249965919794" /></a> <br />PeeWee and Elmo form "a sullen alliance," tolerating and ignoring one another. (photo and comment by Cherry, earlier this week.)Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-18019855382413281762009-03-27T15:44:00.005-05:002009-03-28T12:52:10.752-05:00Perfect PlaceIt hit me over a dozen cold, clean oysters in the Quarter today, that I was well into a perfect 24 hours in New Orleans. <br /><br />Yesterday afternoon and early evening offered a ride down Highway 90 and over on 308 to Thibodaux, for a visit with the old men and dinner at Spahr's. The seafood gumbo and fried oysters on a bun were, as always, wonderful.<br /><br />Highway 308 is beautiful in the daylight, with Bayou Lafourche on one side and old houses backed by cane fields on the other. But it's a twisty stretch and known to be treacherous. On the way back, the rain had made it wet and we had to turn around and cross the bayou when we came up on a wreck that looked like it would take a long time to clear from the two-lane blacktop.<br /><br />That was precursor to the storms that have continued through the night and into today. I sat up until 1:30, waiting for a tornado warning to pass. It was extended instead, and I slept uneasily all night. But for two hours I watched a screen filled with little curving arrows indicating "circulation" -- tornados! -- and clusters of white lightning bolts, all against blobs of red and green that mark the degree of storm and level of rain, stretched across a map encompassing Southeast Louisiana and the Gulf Coast. I give big props to Margaret Orr, the only weather caster in the City to track this big storm through the night. <br /><br />Here in our house we call her Mary Margaret Orr, remembering her many years back, losing her composure a bit and urging us all to run for our lives as Georges approached. By the time of Ike, she'd gained gravitas and poise, and now she's our elder weather stateswoman, as worthy a successor to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nash_Roberts">Nash Roberts</a> as we have. But when the hurricane is closing in, it appears that she accessorizes with progressively larger crucifix-wear, and hence, she becomes Mary Margaret.<br /><br />It continued raining today, but with less drama, and we headed to the Quarter for the first of several events we'll enjoy at the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival. We parked in our favorite lot, on Toulouse between Chartres and Decatur, and reminded ourselves to stop and take in the things we love, as we scrutinized and photographed the old walls backing onto the lot. Then, a quick lunch before masterclass with John Berendt, whose work "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" we'd both loved. <br /><br />His teaching was on place, and it was appropriate. He quoted Wendell Barry, saying "If you don't know where you are, you don't know who you are." I know that of all the places I've lived, I am what New Orleans has made me. <br /><br />Sitting in the cafe, with its full-length doors open to the Quarter sidewalks and the rain punctuating the conversations drifting around the room, I tucked into a stellar platter of oysters. They came on a bed of ice, just as cold as they could be. The schucker had cleaned them well, and the purple and white shells sparkled against the shine of the ice. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZgbXKcVu_pnbQe8fplCE4hZltTTpon4LfiPPZkzyzrEsBzV0PUj8MxLIO0P6MUr-6ADTef4YyZJhDWQD1d9unLDj08f_gmI2KWkNTD0E28K1i2xt6mNfr1qeG3xaThBfdvaw9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZgbXKcVu_pnbQe8fplCE4hZltTTpon4LfiPPZkzyzrEsBzV0PUj8MxLIO0P6MUr-6ADTef4YyZJhDWQD1d9unLDj08f_gmI2KWkNTD0E28K1i2xt6mNfr1qeG3xaThBfdvaw9Q/s400/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977909412163442" /></a><br /><br /><br />I can't imagine living anywhere else.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-51388466564477918792009-03-01T14:38:00.004-06:002011-08-15T12:02:34.543-05:00Oyster BlissI had an envie for oysters last night and persuaded myself to buy two dozen from Whole Foods, at 49¢ each. That's less than the average at an oyster bar, except for Wednesday nights at Jaeger's. And though I did a pretty good job shucking them, I worked up a sweat over just those 24 ersters. I don't think anyone would want me behind the oyster bar on cheap oyster night.
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The duck was the wild card and I found several recommendations on how to prepare it - boil it in a stock, braise it. I don't like the current practice of serving duck medium rare, so after quartering the duck, I braised it, put it on the rack in a roasting pan with celery and onion, and roasted it for an hour. I deglazed that pan and put the duck and juices in a stock pot with celery, onion, fresh bay, s&p, and let that turn into a wonderful stock that I then kept overnight.<br />
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The next day, I prepared my creole mirapois (the holy trinity): onions, celery, and peppers, along with some garlic and the andouille.<br />
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And prepared a roux. It turned out to be the best roux I've made in many years, probably since I was cooking professionally. I stirred it for 45 minutes, until it would simply get no darker.<br />
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The duck stock was warming on another burner the whole time, and it drove Peewee crazy. Please give me the duck! I want the duck.<br />
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Once the roux hit a deep, dark brick red, I took it off the fire and added a cup of trinity. It went a shade darker, to deep brown, as the vegetables practically melted into the Cajun napalm.<br />
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After that, it all came together nicely. I strained and ladeled in warm stock, added the rest of the vegetables and sausage, the shredded duck.<br />
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While that simmered for an hour or so, I made rice and yams, and finally added the oysters.<br />
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The final product (don't forget the filé on top!)<br />
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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqJ2Xmj1JrG6I1mzqCR__M6xkafryTe036RcIDnPLHBal-23yXwKJ-IEIYq_En-95XfIR9eT4FqkygzxXEeL04jXQpTJlq_RS89grB0VF84Ra6CrqYtssta8MOEeYXIHC-5q7WA/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305407582868576802" border="0" />Marine Corps Band, playing "Halls of Montezuma"</a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-36828963401305282122009-02-21T18:04:00.000-06:002009-02-21T18:09:29.424-06:00Krewe du Vieux Takes on the Stimulus Package<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpFMmtSGhEwoII19xaIUtAX87JovjNcKV_TeJelNcYRl_2ymqD8NqfvYBf8W84AUT1n1VuO53X4mPrv8lrUOiJDx_2YoZpgHfOtpUaNGazdjSaYROSaBBxOEznkkaNhUwLIVK9g/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpFMmtSGhEwoII19xaIUtAX87JovjNcKV_TeJelNcYRl_2ymqD8NqfvYBf8W84AUT1n1VuO53X4mPrv8lrUOiJDx_2YoZpgHfOtpUaNGazdjSaYROSaBBxOEznkkaNhUwLIVK9g/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406985590991426" border="0" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-88368985852745364702009-02-07T00:33:00.010-06:002011-08-15T12:02:53.027-05:00Winter is Seafood Season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZV4nJ_iICvI7XQY9z3jyYmUTyJjmZLmEXBUnALMjJPhqBMY4h_SmA7j8ybQOr3KhlmtXvpG3FCzQ4Fq8bBhtzvDwWxPNj-YY_NlEIhtRyM5A64nmyTCyB9AlV39F3T9fhF3AdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZV4nJ_iICvI7XQY9z3jyYmUTyJjmZLmEXBUnALMjJPhqBMY4h_SmA7j8ybQOr3KhlmtXvpG3FCzQ4Fq8bBhtzvDwWxPNj-YY_NlEIhtRyM5A64nmyTCyB9AlV39F3T9fhF3AdQ/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299942605183141282" /></a>
<br />I splurged on good, jumbo lump blue crab meat from the Gulf tonight. $25 for a pound, but it was worth it. We enjoyed it on a salad of mache, romaine and shaved fennel, with celery, green onions and tomato. Remoulade topped it off. There are a few nice Gulf shrimp in there, too. Boiled in Zatarains, of course.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-23855025883791111532009-02-07T00:27:00.006-06:002009-02-07T00:49:15.891-06:00All because its Carnival Time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7VP8v-tKsILo6YylXoIyT8c85lp3RPy036YF33CRkHQKtIcUhfJxQvPCdVO3DQrIX1uYz0aWl8NKSJZ7wsNEdLxu4_gaqoZfyHXOvxZ2w4h5O9ZsOSgRcOKMx4sLgIa3KD6KJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7VP8v-tKsILo6YylXoIyT8c85lp3RPy036YF33CRkHQKtIcUhfJxQvPCdVO3DQrIX1uYz0aWl8NKSJZ7wsNEdLxu4_gaqoZfyHXOvxZ2w4h5O9ZsOSgRcOKMx4sLgIa3KD6KJQ/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299939672314095010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfv3EnbzqN-HAm9GkMPQra_QSC-50uLU2ntCWCqfLTJHMIqwbAqdxyWMmpxsZ7rAdiEZUEXGPfG4tXSuK5wYhArZQqSIWdAlNwCHkRgiGjoBzpth0Xd3HcB_InjnQV8_tMSyYdw/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfv3EnbzqN-HAm9GkMPQra_QSC-50uLU2ntCWCqfLTJHMIqwbAqdxyWMmpxsZ7rAdiEZUEXGPfG4tXSuK5wYhArZQqSIWdAlNwCHkRgiGjoBzpth0Xd3HcB_InjnQV8_tMSyYdw/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299939485312980514" border="0" /></a><br />Every year, the elementary school a block away does a practice run for their Mardi Gras marching. I was grading papers and C. was working but we managed to make it out to the porch and enjoy the marching band, and the kids in costumes throwing beads.<br /><br /><br />It's become a harbinger of Carnival for us; a normal work day suddenly includes the sound of horns and drums in the distance. Voices add to the mix, then the sound of lots of feet. It's a gift! Carnival comes right to us.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccu2_MRMF5Y&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccu2_MRMF5Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-91099765431488402192009-02-07T00:24:00.003-06:002009-02-07T00:50:01.229-06:00A good season in New Orleans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPacexVXK-Frx7Teu3_s9WEwYQB5R_KZogKs4c7dSWJOg77Jkl0n0QFE9K_HmVZJa_NN1Z10Xx-c2ad8D-or8GemA6ozsUtRgDYqrYh6E6vXgum2vCHBKbqbvmLOZ65sv5TGqug/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPacexVXK-Frx7Teu3_s9WEwYQB5R_KZogKs4c7dSWJOg77Jkl0n0QFE9K_HmVZJa_NN1Z10Xx-c2ad8D-or8GemA6ozsUtRgDYqrYh6E6vXgum2vCHBKbqbvmLOZ65sv5TGqug/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299938152684898770" border="0" /></a><br />Shopping a week ago and saw this sign of the times - lemons, potatoes, garlic and Zatarains. Time to eat crawfish.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-1260337653859249292009-01-02T14:49:00.005-06:002011-08-15T12:03:14.259-05:00Shrimp and Grits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2uqGzCpdl1sCfo5Mj-tA0H2fsM45hzZCILYk5-iAflYj56-po7F4IF7_FI0DaUfCS0qtsEjchYW6sOgXL-pUSKZq_uuR0m2leAZ4QklWn0WwM7-qXp26ZpmfNCA5aS-z_iHKuw/s1600-h/shrimpandgrits.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2uqGzCpdl1sCfo5Mj-tA0H2fsM45hzZCILYk5-iAflYj56-po7F4IF7_FI0DaUfCS0qtsEjchYW6sOgXL-pUSKZq_uuR0m2leAZ4QklWn0WwM7-qXp26ZpmfNCA5aS-z_iHKuw/s320/shrimpandgrits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286802036244131522" border="0" /></a>
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<br />This isn't a traditional New Orleans dish, but I always enjoy it. I tried Paula Deen's recipe, and liked it. It has a lemony flavor. Next time, I'll try a South Carolina recipe.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-42142977867794427702009-01-01T22:20:00.004-06:002009-01-02T12:08:25.381-06:002009 begins and with it, new interestsToday we bought some new cookware. It strikes me as a good start to a new year, and I think I will write about it in the coming months.<br /><br />Yes, it is mundane. Banal even? But of great importance to me.<br /><br />We live in one of the most diverse and pleasing culinary environments in the world, New Orleans. Here in the kitchen of our rented shotgun, we've created many wonderful meals. But there's never a shortage of places to go or call for equally fine food; for a long while, with my teaching and C's work, we've turned to that option far too often. In 2008, with its leaner times, I started once again to cook more frequently at home. It's been satisfying, and along the way, I've extended my repertoire. Sometime in the past few months, I started to really hanker for a Le Creusset pan, maybe two. I wanted to experience the enamel-coated surface; I love cast iron, but sometimes am dissatisfied with the taste and color it can impart to food. This was an idle wish; at $250 a pot on average, I could not justify the expense.<br /><br />Last night, we enjoyed a good etouffe prepared by our friend LB, and while helping her do dishes afterwards, I was taken aback by the big, red, enamel pot on the stove. Wow! You got Le Creusset for Christmas! But no, not at all. It turns out Martha Stewart has taken on the French cookware giant and produced a challenger, a fine example of heavy-weight, well-made enameled cookware priced for the reality of this economy, made available to lower-middle-class me. Oh boy. And it's on sale, to boot. Oh wow.<br /><br />C and I discussed it and I hightailed it to Macy's today, returning with three pieces: a 7-qt. round casserole, a 5.5 round casserole, and a little 1.5 qt. stone bakeware pot, all for about $135.<br /><br />Tonight I made blackeyed peas and cabbage with bacon in the two big pots. It was a fine way to start the year. I found quickly that I have to use a low fire; the heat circulates beautifully, and efficiently. The mirapois for the blackeyed peas came out perfectly, and while it has no bearing on the flavor, looked pretty against the creamy enamel coating.<br /><br />I plan to explore the possibilities of these new additions to my kitchen over the coming months. If good things come out of this, I'll include them here, with pictures (don't know why I didn't do that tonight, but there you go. This is free-form, not a regimen.)<br /><br />Note to myself: Happy New Year. Make it count.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-76846864096827015772008-12-19T01:13:00.011-06:002008-12-19T01:53:08.772-06:00Things I've Cooked and Photographed with my iPhone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimw-Im9kS6ViJKKJku2mpgLOY8weUMgz0L1bhPCR_M7b9LHS32AsWQ4YLSHYaCUt-UzpSmKnhXZ15BSGAbcrohGMyZ1_ENA-aY5G_NP2F-Yohts1xQgTPn4rMvJ8STVqEpz0XJSA/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimw-Im9kS6ViJKKJku2mpgLOY8weUMgz0L1bhPCR_M7b9LHS32AsWQ4YLSHYaCUt-UzpSmKnhXZ15BSGAbcrohGMyZ1_ENA-aY5G_NP2F-Yohts1xQgTPn4rMvJ8STVqEpz0XJSA/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281401385515247378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is an okra gumbo with chicken, andouille (a smoked sausage) and tasso (smoked ham). My friend went upriver to LaPlace this week and brought me the meats from <a href="http://www.cajunsausage.com/">Jacob's</a> (I think). Jason Perlow, on his Off the Broiler blog, has a <a href="http://offthebroiler.wordpress.com/2007/01/15/all-about-andouille/">wonderful pictorial journey</a> through the story of andouille, a Cajun version of the French sausage, developed via French and German settlers in Louisiana.<br /><br />This gumbo has no roux, so it's got a thin texture. Okra is the thickening agent. Traditionally, one should not add file to an okra gumbo, but we're not traditionalists. We'll sprinkle it in when we serve it.<br /><br />I tried something new, and steamed several small yams right in the gumbo as it cooked. Gumbo isn't one thing, it's got many facets. There are many gumbos in this world, and that makes the world all the better. There are Creole gumbos and Cajun gumbos, and gumbos made by people like me, who pick and choose from all the options as we like.<br /><br />Some Cajuns like to eat their gumbo with boiled eggs right in the bowl. I've never done that. But from my sweetie I learned to smash up a small yam in the bowl, with the gumbo and rice. That's my favorite way to eat it now. I'm leaving this in the fridge overnight before serving it. Gumbo's always best the next day.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzc-ScfAQjrta1iPpdiJDHGsQUa9WT1ZmXBrMzWIff2G8DA0CXznzdZ4Yi5BEID8tuvfFzdbyhErnA_0kv0IrWBKh_XTxaFKESbnzTV2TqvTH4p7CQLoGxQUpZb00iK6wz5qnGVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzc-ScfAQjrta1iPpdiJDHGsQUa9WT1ZmXBrMzWIff2G8DA0CXznzdZ4Yi5BEID8tuvfFzdbyhErnA_0kv0IrWBKh_XTxaFKESbnzTV2TqvTH4p7CQLoGxQUpZb00iK6wz5qnGVQ/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281400161572111810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is my butternut squash soup, with a slice of bread I made, using the easy, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/081mrex.html">no-knead recipe</a> from the New York Times' Minimalist column. The soup starts with roasted squash, an apple, onion, celery and carrot, bay leaf, fresh thyme, salt, pepper and stock (veggie or chicke.) Remove the herb stalks and blend it up for a soup base - it freezes wonderfully. You can thin that with stock, or with buttermilk. In this bowl, there's a little Bulgarian yogurt, some red pepper flakes and chopped thyme on top. Wow. Good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7H-U93hIIxMB8KfdrizVvQ3WDceom8kVjrtrpu05bbnBbe07jzSI7HAzU_yWoBXGDjAYzoF9OBas8ind8CXFpo6oLWMy2c5jhWkW2cewl1tdamdMyi513ws1To8HHS4PqKAlfqg/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7H-U93hIIxMB8KfdrizVvQ3WDceom8kVjrtrpu05bbnBbe07jzSI7HAzU_yWoBXGDjAYzoF9OBas8ind8CXFpo6oLWMy2c5jhWkW2cewl1tdamdMyi513ws1To8HHS4PqKAlfqg/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281399661200700754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Fresh white Gulf Shrimp, in August, from the shrimp guy who drives down my block and delivers 5 lb. bags to our houses. I think this became a Cuban Shrimp Creole - onions, peppers, shrimp, cilantro, garlic, fresh oregano, San Marzano tomatoes - yep, that's what happened here. I served it atop sauteed plantains - <span style="font-style: italic;">Balseros</span>, or rafters - the shrimp atop the plantain evokes the Cubans who brave the crossing on their jerry-rigged rafts, hoping to reach Florida safely.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfKQQVHQ7ca_NLRukMIcz6Fhz7EUz1fhQL9dVwJ_R6M6n1p4BVhSF9ZGuPmclGfhAqYBkSzOFdP_grXpPN2F-wQMGALsJakiAmo5dbmH2HPQLSGVVTdkotYzBJ1_LwCzqo4Kw2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfKQQVHQ7ca_NLRukMIcz6Fhz7EUz1fhQL9dVwJ_R6M6n1p4BVhSF9ZGuPmclGfhAqYBkSzOFdP_grXpPN2F-wQMGALsJakiAmo5dbmH2HPQLSGVVTdkotYzBJ1_LwCzqo4Kw2Q/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281398614149781346" border="0" /></a><br />Making a vodka-tomato pasta sauce - the best part is flaming the vodka. This one starts with shallots and sliced Roma tomatoes (roast them, peel them, and seed them first). Use a shot glass to put in the vodka, let it flame, then add and reduce some cream.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqZO3DjjhDPmJnObgPpxWpmnrLqqUP8rHas-Upt0huZLWm2yWT5mFrvXO9Q_2DLFi-bXns1FwjGBiVVYORHDqzI29PYLqxDWtRj1gcDUETCv4r4jv0mOrQGddD7Yglbi8Q7CVpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqZO3DjjhDPmJnObgPpxWpmnrLqqUP8rHas-Upt0huZLWm2yWT5mFrvXO9Q_2DLFi-bXns1FwjGBiVVYORHDqzI29PYLqxDWtRj1gcDUETCv4r4jv0mOrQGddD7Yglbi8Q7CVpQ/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281396879515933122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Korean short ribs (kalbi) on the grill. They're amazing - <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4793091">use this recipe from NPR</a> :<br /><br />- it includes instructions on how to get your butcher to cut the ribs. But if you have an Asian market in town, with a meat section, then quickly, go there and get some ribs and cook 'em up!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByWa_HdAorwo8W1VA2x8GiDsWPwuUhI5KDMzFTbpmybUvwUmFfWjameSR64vgMgTYIf-PIXKKWXL65srjdCNIgaMIWJtUzCYYPjFXiUekl7sWV9qMRhb-lGQbse9y4hakeJfg7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByWa_HdAorwo8W1VA2x8GiDsWPwuUhI5KDMzFTbpmybUvwUmFfWjameSR64vgMgTYIf-PIXKKWXL65srjdCNIgaMIWJtUzCYYPjFXiUekl7sWV9qMRhb-lGQbse9y4hakeJfg7Q/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281396290763381442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sweet pumpkin curry, bok choy and naan, with a little yogurt raita on top.</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-13716023266998395192008-12-19T00:59:00.002-06:002008-12-19T01:12:25.713-06:00I'm still all about my ipodSince I last posted on this blog, which is of no interest to anyone but me, I got a new iPod - a gift from my sweetheart. It's white, and holds what, 160 gb? I use it for lots and lots of music, but also as an excellent little USB hard drive. It holds Symantec Ghost so I can create and load disk images. It has backups of all the little software tools for Mac and PC that I need to do tech support for the computer classrooms in my department. We teach composition, tech writing, advanced rhetoric and some non-fiction courses in these classrooms. So that little 'pod is a real workhorse, with great taste in music.<br /><br />With iPod taking a new, and practical, role in my life, I saw no reason not to have more than one. I had reason to want video, so I got a video iPod - black, 80 gb. Also chock full o'music, but now, with video downloads from iTunes.<br /><br />It's been awhile since I posted, so, yes, there's more. My iPhone. I don't use it for music or videos. It's my camera, my organizer (I owned two Palm Pilots and never was able to use either effectively), my email and browser away from a desk. I lied about music, sort of - I run a line from its earphone jack to the auxiliary input on my car's deck and voila, Pandora while I drive. That's cool. <br /><br />I like many of the new apps, but right now I'm grooving on Stanza. It's great - I'm re-reading Neal Stephenson's <span style="font-style: italic;">Baroque Trilogy</span> tiny page by tiny page.<br /><br />But the crappy little camera is really making me happy. I'll be posting pictures here now, as a little journal of my life in New Orleans.<br /><br />It's the all-in-oneness that's so good.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-1154297048311633482006-07-30T17:03:00.000-05:002006-07-30T17:04:08.313-05:00States I've Visted with my iPod<img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALCACTDCFLGAILINIAKSKYLAMDMAMSMONENJNYOHOKPATNTXVTVAWV"><br/><br /><a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates">create your own visited states map</a><br /> or <a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/googlehacks">check out these Google Hacks.</a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-1154297015022246872006-07-30T17:00:00.000-05:002006-07-30T17:03:35.036-05:00States I've visited<img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALAZARCACTDCDEFLGAILINIAKSKYLAMEMDMAMSMONENVNJNMNYNCOHOKPASCTNTXVTVAWVWI"><br/><br /><a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates">create your own visited states map</a><br /> or <a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/googlehacks">check out these Google Hacks.</a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21982221.post-1140770648295034802006-02-24T02:40:00.000-06:002006-02-24T02:45:02.000-06:00I've created Pod-loss fear; sorry.Tonight I learned my good friend has developed fear of Pod loss, after I shared my story at a party a few weeks back. <br /><br />But it's the very unthinkableness of losing the iPod that has me flummoxed and in stasis. People don't lose iPods easily. I'm unable to explain how I did. I don't want her to be anxious. This is blue moon territory. If she's less happy with her iPod now, I'm unhappy about that, and terribly sorry to have brought that fear to her.<br /><br />If I had my iPod, I'd make an on-the-go playlist of songs about regrets and loss. But as you know...Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16774002797359859550noreply@blogger.com2