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Calla Lilies Calling

13 Thursday May 2010

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, Prayer

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Bereavement, Entertaining, Everyday Life

The calla lilies in the kitchen sink are a gift from my across-the-street neighbor and his steady girlfriend.  They came calling a few days after Daddy died, bearing the gift of this potted plant and their condolences.

Would you think less of me for confessing that I didn’t know people did this anymore?  Where did these two learn this very old-fashioned courtesy of dropping their own everyday life and cares, to call on one who is grieving?

My neighbor is a young bachelor.  Early thirties I suspect. A successful medical supply salesman with some type of formal medical background, I forgot what he once did to earn a living — perhaps he was a nurse or a medical technologist?

I helped him put in his front flower garden last autumn.  Being a salesman, he sized me up good.  He knew from watching me work next door at Cinderella’s, that I’m the do-gooder type, the sort who can’t resist a lawn and garden in distress.

Taking advantage of my weakness — some would say — my neighbor invited me over to a little garden party he was hosting.  And during the digging and planting, I met his then “just-a-friend,” Christy.  By Christmas, Christy was his girlfriend.  And now they’re a couple, calling on a grieving neighbor with Calla Lilies.

Is the calling with Callas just one good turn begetting another?  There was surely no obligation for kindness.  And these days, so many are  going-out-of-their-way with kindness.  They say I’m in their prayers.  But praying  in the silence and praying with words is so very different from praying with actions,  especially when the action calls for cozying up to uncomfortable situations like calling on the grieving.

Puttin’ on the Dog

09 Sunday May 2010

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Entertaining, Everyday Life, Parents

I began with flowers from my garden.  Today it was pink English roses.  No longer in peak form, but still lovely and fragrant, it didn’t take long for the room to carry their scent.

While my husband was in the kitchen cooking a Mother’s Day Brunch, I dressed our table with fine linens, and wondered about table settings.  I rarely use my fine china.   And today, true to form, I eschewed bone white for the antique hand-painted china my mother gave me long ago.  I leaned into the dark recesses of the china cabinet to pull out four old, hair-lined cracked blue and white  plates.  Small dinner plates.  Folks, back in the ‘good old days,’ must have eaten smaller, healthier portions.    And for brunch, small plates are perfect.

Next stop:  the upper kitchen cabinets, the ones so high up they are all but forgotten.  Up on the tips of my toes, I carefully lifted out four of my mother’s Fostoria glasses that I’ve had since my mother’s first bout with cancer.  It was 1994.  Mom thought she was dying.  And she was giving away all her treasures.  Probably thinking I’d have more occasion to use her prized Fostoria than my siblings, Mom wanted me to have them.

As I washed and shined the place settings for service, I remembered how Mom occasionally went though this same ritual,  whenever she was in the mood to ‘put’ on the dog,’  whenever she wished to serve her meal on something other than her everyday china.

Usually it happened when the preachers were coming.  “The Preachers’ was what she called her Southern Baptist preacher and his wife.  As a kid, I was always thankful that ‘the preachers’ didn’t come often.  Having ‘the preachers’ over always meant extra work for us kids — not to mention the pretense of good table etiquette.  The house had to be clean — no small chore in our house.  And Mom’s Fostoria glassware and Desert Rose dinnerware were always taken out of storage to dress the table.

Never ever was her food any different though.  The food Mom served was just her everyday finest, with the addition of some wonderful dessert for good measure.  As a general rule, Mom rarely made dessert when cooking for just us.  However, when company was coming, dessert was a fixture.

Today, in that same grand way of Mother’s entertaining, our meal was everyday simple.  My husband made breakfast tacos and I made Mom’s home-made hash browns.  But in keeping with the spirit of ‘puttin’ on the dog’, we had a lovely Strawberry Shortcake with my husband’s scratch biscuits, sweetened with a little sugar.

Setting the table with the good china and crystal and silver is always a little extra work.  But oh was I glad to do it, in memory and in honor or two great mothers.

Beef Fajitas

22 Friday Jan 2010

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Beef Fajitas, Entertaining, Everyday Life, Housekeeping, In the Kitchen

No matter that it’s mid-winter by the calendar… outside where it counts, it’s early spring.

The bright sunny day has inspired me to all sorts of spring cleaning.  I’ve mopped floors and scattered the dust off furniture.  My bed linens are freshly washed and even now, a white coverlet hangs on the backyard gate soaking up sunshine  and Oklahoma wind.  Even our little Scottie dog hasn’t escaped my attention — freshly washed herself, Cosmo is driving poor Max to forget they’ve been ‘fixed’ to live squeaky-clean, G-rated lives.

The way I like clean-living, it’s easy to forget I wasn’t raised in a squeaky clean house.  Housekeeping was never tops on Mom’s priorities.   The only time we could count on a clean house was when company was coming.  Even then, to make our house presentable, it took all hands on deck  to cram two months of cleaning into one day.

In spite of her poor housekeeping, Mom enjoyed having company.  Importantly, the reverse was true also:  folks liked being Mother’s guests.  Mom was a wonderful cook and she loved to play card games, but mostly, it was Mom’s lack of pretentiousness that caused guests to forget themselves and have a good time.  My girls were never ready to leave — they would have moved in had Mom invited them.

Housekeeping regimens probably changed once my parents moved to Texas, as entertaining occurred less often, with guests usually staying over a long weekend.  My parent’s entertaining base kept changing every couple of years, with the phone company transferring Dad to Austin, San Antonio, Kingsville, Corpus Christi and eventually to Lake Jackson.  But all the changes in scenery offered guests a chance to soak up different parts of Texas culture.

It was Kingsville, in 1982, where mom first served beef fajitas.  The girls were young — Kara 8 months old and Kate just four — when I took my family ‘home’ for Christmas.  I’d never heard of fajitas and was a little hesitant about trying this new food.   But it wasn’t long before we were all filling our tortillas like old hands… and thank goodness, soon finding them on menus at Oklahoma restaurants.

Fajitas are easy to prepare in advance, which is one secret of being a good host.  But certainly there are other secrets, which raises the question of what good hospitality should look like.  Margaret Guenther’s Holy Listening, provides answers by describing what happens when we offer hospitality:

“We invite someone into a space that offers safety and shelter and put our own needs aside, as everything is focused on the comfort and refreshment of the guest.  For a little while at least, mi casa es tu casa, as the Spanish gracefully put in.  There are provisions for cleansing, food and rest.  Hospitality is an occasion for storytelling with both laughter and tears, and then the guest moves on, perhaps with some extra provisions or a roadmap for the next stage of the journey.”

Guenther shares a perfect recipe for hospitality.  My mother followed it, my friend Bernice follows it, and Susan — my source for today’s recipe — follows it.  “Make yourself at home.”  They said these words in a way that their guests knew they meant them.

From the inside out is where it all counts:   “Mi casa es tu casa. ” And in my mother’s casa, whether it was tidy or not.

De mi vada a tu’s — from my life to yours.

Beef Fajitas

4 servings        Preparation Time:  1 hour or less (excluding marinade time)

Serving Note:  The fajitas can be made in advance and kept warm in a foil-lined ice chest.

2 lbs skirt steak
1/2 cup bottled Italian dressing
1/2 cup soy sauce
1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce
1/3 cup brown sugar, packed
1 tsp garlic powder
juice of 1/2 lime

Combine all ingredients except steak and mix well.  Remove as much fat from meat as possible.  Cut into 6-8 portions.  Marinate meat in sauce in shallow dish 24 hours in refrigerators or 3-4 hours, covered, at room temperature.  Drain and grill. Let meat rest for 5 minutes before slicing into strips.

Serve with flour tortillas, salsa, sour cream, black beans, lettuce and tomatoes — and like us, with caramelized onions and green peppers.

Inside Cooking Note: During the winter months, I sear the meat in an oven proof skillet and finish it off in the oven.  Preheat oven to 425 degrees.  Heat oven proof skillet over medium-high heat for about 5 minutes.  Depending on size of your skillet, you may need 2 pans.  Add 2 tbsp. olive oil to hot pan and sear the steaks well, 2 minutes each side.  Finish cooking in the preheated oven — 5 to 10 minutes, depending upon the level of  doneness desired.  Let steaks rest for 5 minutes before slicing.

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