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Inhospitable, somehow

So it’s that really yucky part of the spring when it’s cold and damp and the snow is melting to reveal mud and trash. Last night I had a cheese sandwich for dinner – a sub, made with whole wheat sub bun bread from the sub shop up the street, sliced Tillamook cheddar from Costco, carrot & daikon slaw from the meatball bahn mi sandwiches I had made to eat while watching the Oscars, and Ovens of Brittany dill mustard dressing. I warmed up the bread a little, but somehow it still was a cold and not quite satisfying dinner. I finished off the Hershery’s kisses that had been in  a (covered to keep the cats out) serving bowl in the counter.

Today I went over to the co-op for a 7:30 a.m. finance committee meeting, and then had about 50 minutes to fill, before a staff meeting to announce the site of the new store. My plan was to go to the coffee bar up the street, get coffee and sit and work on my slides for tomorrow’s lecture. I had a Tupperware of Cheerios and a banana and a spoon in my bag, and I bought a pint of milk to put on my cereal.

There were no seats whatsoever at the coffee place at 9:20 a.m. on a Tuesday, so I went back to the co-op, parked on the street, pushed the seat back in the car, and ate my cereal & banana in the car while reading a book.

After the meeting, I came back home to work and wait for the furnace man – the thermostat’s been being weird and the heat’s been dropping too much before it comes back on – we ended up with a new thermostat, but that’s another story.

I wasn’t really hungry, but I still felt I deserved some kind of sit down breakfast, so I finished the carton of Mountain High yogurt with a little granola. I guess I really just need my mommy to make me one of her comfort foods, like tapioca pudding with the egg whites whipped so it’s fluffy, and eaten warm, or maybe fried bananas.

Work-at-home yogurt & granola, with laptop on the side

A nice idea, but ….

Somehow, I ended up with way too much sour cream in the fridge – I think the chain of events started with buying Costco lettuce for the brunch last Sunday, a.k.a. more than I needed, so I served salad at the dinner last Tuesday, instead of spinach dip, and because I had a coupon, I bought an extra carton.

Anyways, trying to use up the surfeit, I tried this recipe for lemon bars with a sour cream topping, like what’s on cheesecake. It used up a whole 2 cups of sour cream. I was trying to not overcook the lemon filling, and they ended up good, but really gooey. Al, who really likes lemon bars, turned down my offer of a tupperware of them to take back to Minneapolis.

They’ll be going to work tomorrow.

Sour cream-topped lemon bars

Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t live in NYC

Vicky & Lysander at Grand Opening

Earlier this week, while I was at my day job, but thinking about serving dinner that night, I got this message about Vicky & Lysander’s month-long dinner party, at a store front gallery in New York.

It’s dinner for 12, every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday during the month of March – sitting in the storefront, food catered in from Mama’s Food Shop with dessert by Sugar Sweet Sunshine – two New York joints that look perfectly reputable.

For $40/ticket, people get to eat with strangers and make uncomfortable small talk. Oh, and looks like it’s two seatings every night, one at 7:00 p.m., and one at 9:00 and they just extended into April. That’s a lot of people!

Guess it’s popular.

Sounds like it’d be fun – but I’d want to do the cooking myself instead of catering in. There are pretty many open storefronts here in Madison nowadays ….

2017 Postscript – the only working URL 7 years on is for Sugar Sweet Sunshine; here’s a bit more about the dinner party event.

David & Mimi at FHR

Last week, in addition to my brother’s weekly post about the hijinks (in their own words “Bikes, beer can baseball with a U lock, random nutsacking, free beer, another perfect night.”) he and his bike gang get up to every Thursday night, my brother wrote about FHR – the Fucking Hills Race, a Sunday afternoon, family-friendly – at least, our family – bike ride. One of his biking compadres posted a picture  of my bro and his daughter at the race in the comments, and I snagged a copy:

Prof. Dave & Mimi with the tandem at FHR

To me, the picture – besides being a miracle because my niece is almost smiling – is a miracle of genetics. My brother looks like our dad – though much slimmer – my niece looks just like John, especially this really old picture of John I just found, sitting on the steps of his high school), and like her mom.

I put the picture in my iPhone, and I was just looking at it last night when I got email from the bro asking if I’d send power bars to his this-year’s birthday bike race, like I did 2 years ago … and of course I had to say yes – it’s in the genes.

Community Pharmacy Brunch

Brunch for 20, people who work at, or used to work at, Madison’s Community Pharmacy. The brunch was a retirement party for one of them, who is working on a history of the pharmacy – so the stories I got to overhear were great. Recollections of old blue laws from the 1970s in WI, when condoms could not be displayed, and how the pharmacy started as a workers collective, selling vat-size containers of commercial shampoo and conditioner and toothpaste and toilet paper by the case to the housing co-ops in town, in contrast to the all natural products they sell today. I love going there and buying fancy chocolate and organic hand lotion in the same place.

They ate:

Spinach crêpe gateau – the recipe also from another early Madison institution, the Ovens of Brittany

Roasted potatoes with rosemary & garlic – all kinds of potatoes, white, gold, red Finn, purple, fingerling, sweet – from the indoor farmers’ market

Tossed salad with reduced cider vinaigrette

Cinnamon chip scones and Door County cherry muffins – the muffins had 3 cups of cherries, 2 cups of sugar and a cup of butter for two dozen muffins – not counting the additional couple of TBLS pf butter for the crunchy topping. Buttery goodness – yum.

Furlough day crêpes

Today I took a furlough day, to save money for the great state of WI. I am supposed to take 8 this year; 4 assigned and 4 of my own choosing. Today makes 6, and we have two assigned days coming up in April & May, so I’m done.

I have a brunch on Sunday, so I wanted to get some prep and shopping done for that – they’re having spinach crêpe gateau, rosemary roasted potatoes, cherry muffins and cinnamon scones, salad with reduced cider dressing, and fruit.

To celebrate my furlough day, I did a few things I have not done in awhile. I went to the Y, and because I wasn’t at a good time to swim, I did 30 minutes on one of the skier machines. The machine said I only burned 80 calories, but it felt like more than that.

While I was on the machine, the carpet & tile place called, and the tile for my renter’s bathroom at School Woods was in – so I went to get that.  Then I went to Costco and bought a couple of tubs of the organic lettuce that come from god knows where (actually, I am sure it’s CA, from one of the big farms, like Earthbound Farm, that produces vast quantities of greens and is following the new scorched earth around the fields policy that was decreed after the 2006 E. coli outbreak, that seems so totally anathema to organic), a tub of strawberries, ditto on origins, and a lifetime supply of boxes of Kleenex. And a big bag of Kirkland – Costco house brand – munch mix, with nuts and rice crackers and Wasabi peas, that’s really tasty – tho it probably won’t seem so by the time we’ve eaten to the bottom of the giant bag.

I mixed up crêpe batter and let it sit, while I went to drop off the tile, and stop by the co-op to get more frozen spinach, muffin papers, OJ, and a swell new stainless steel ladle that cost a mere $5 for dipping out the crêpe batter.

Then home to indulge in another thing I haven’t done in forever – make mass quantities of crêpes. I set myself up with 2 pans and my new ladle, and played the Incredible String Band. It seems somehow oddly appropriate – since I was doing something I had not done since the days of vinyl – that it took exactly one Incredible String Band record – albeit played from the mp3 version on my iPod – for me to make a 30-egg batch of crêpes. Back in my restaurant days, I think it was usually 36 eggs, but 30 eggs yielded 58 crêpes, a.k.a. almost 5 dozen, which should be just enough for 4 robust 9-inch crêpe gateaux.

Crêpe Batter:

  • 6 eggs
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1/4 tsp. healthy grate, of nutmeg
  • 1/2 cup unbleached white flour
  • 1/3 cup ww flour
  • 2 TBLS veg. oil
  • 1 cup water

Beat the eggs with the salt, and grate in the nutmeg. Whisk in the flour, then pour in the veg. oil and water, and whisk some more – there may still be flour lumps. Cover and refrigerate for at least an hour – the flour has to soak up the liquid and swell, and you’ll be able to beat out those last lumps before you cook it.

Tired

Tired of the Olympics, tired of being too busy at work, tired of being tired. Not tired of winter yet – I still like the snow. We had few nights this week where we got an inch plus, and last night just a dust – made it pretty in the morning. My brother wrote a few weeks ago about the murder of crows he saw near his university campus now that the weather’s gotten more spring-like in Seattle. They were in a tree by my university yesterday but they didn’t show up well enough to take a picture – this one’s someone else’s crows – mine looked something like this but the trees weren’t nearly so well organized. More scraggly.

posted from my iPhone

Turkey Meatball Soup

Tonight I made some little turkey meatballs that had almost as much matzoh meal in them as turkey, and cooked them in soup. The soup was good, but the meatballs had the most perfect texture, slightly grainy, soft but not too soft, chewey but not too chewey. And I didn’t think they’d be too photogenic, but they look OK:

Meatball in soup

Meatball cut

Turkey meatballs on a plate

Here’s the recipe:

  • approx. 2/3 cup matzoh meal
  • 1/2 pound ground turkey
  • 1 egg
  • 2 TBLS – 1/4 cup half & half or milk (I used soy half & half, because that’s what I had)
  • salt, pepper, and a few grates of nutmeg
  • 1 TBLS chopped parsley
  • 2 tsp. – 1 TBLS veg. oil for frying

Pour the matzoh meal into the bowl of a stand mixer. Add the egg and mix with a fork. Add the half & half, seasonings and parsley. Mix with the paddle beater until all is well combined. If you don’t have a stand mixer, or don’t want to use yours for this small of a batch, I am sure you could mix everything with the fork and your fingers. Roll into walnut sized balls and place on a plate. Heat the oil in a skillet and brown the meatballs in it – I only browned two sides because I knew I was going to cook them in soup. If you’re going to eat them as meatballs, brown two sides, then add a little water or broth to the skillet, cover tightly and steam for about 10 minutes.

Vegan Cupcakes

Sunday the vegetarian meet up group met for vegan cupcakes and board games at School Woods. I used a couple of recipes from the Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World girls, Isa Chandra Moskowitz and Terry Hope Romero. In Veganomicon, they have a caramel apple recipe that I was quite taken with – it has penuche or caramel frosting, and caramelized apples in the spice cake batter. I made two dozen of them. And about a dozen and half each of white and chocolate, and then topped them with fluffy white frosting, the aforementioned penuche (which came out on the hard side; shoulda mixed in more soy creamer when I had the chance) and this extremely yummy (though this does sound like a bit of a non-sequitur) soy-chocolate mousse. Along with the other woulda coulda shouldas – shoulda made more chocolate, both cupcake and mousse. But all was happily eaten and I even got half a gallon of cider to take home.

Crazy Coincidence

Last night after I finished frosting the vegan cupcakes, I went to a substance-free, family friendly, dance party benefit for Haiti, because one of the organizers is one of my dining club regulars. She’s one of the nicest people you could ever meet, and she has a cute toddler daughter, Charlie. I think Charlie has her Dad’s ears, and because she doesn’t have a lot of hair yet, her ears stick out and are one of her most notable features.

Anyways, I went to the benefit, and there were lots of happy barefoot people dancing in the smoke-free environment. There was a guy giving chair massages in the corner, water to drink – with a sign asking you not to waste it, and you should mark your paper cup, too, so as to conserve the cups – mandala art on auction, and even a disco ball. The most violent thing that happened was one of the coat racks collapsed. I lasted just over 30 minutes, and then decided I needed to go to a real bar, so I could feel like I had actually gone out on a Saturday night.

I went to a bar that I did not think was having live music. I figured I’d just sit at the bar and get a beer, and then head home. There were a few people there that I knew, including one guy who worked with my ex-husband when he owned a record store on state street, and is still active in the club music scene here in Madison. They had Huber Bock on draft for $2 pint, so I got one and had a few sips, and then noticed that there were a bunch of people from Willy Street at a table behind me. I went to say hello and they were just clearing out because they said the band was moving its equipment in. As they said that, a bass player and guitar player of my acquaintance walked in. Turns out the bass player wasn’t going to be playing in the evening’s band, but his brother was. We took over the vacated table, and the bass player asked me how come I wasn’t at the Residents show in Milwaukee last week. He said there was a whole Madison section, and listed the folks from Madison who were there. As he listed, two people off the list walked in; the cartoonist & his wife. The guitar player’s wife joined us, we had a nice tableful of old fogies to watch the show.

Eventually the band played and it was a mixture of blues with a psychedelic twist (the specialty of the guitar player), Hendrix, and 80s punk – the bass player & his brother were in a band called the Appliances-SFB, back in the day, and last night the assorted guys did a bunch of their songs, with the bass player muttering next to me that they were murdering them. It was a lot more fun than the dance. They even played the Suburbs.