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The Boy Who Cried Woof

26 Monday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Books, Cooking, Dog Tales, Everyday Life, Rather Sweet Bakery, Rocket Rolls

Our poodle boy Max has learned a new trick. And just like any boy with a new toy, he’s using it every chance he gets.

Max On Kitchen Patrol

Max On Kitchen Patrol

It would be only a slight exaggeration to report that I’m feeding this dog every hour on the hour.  And of course, being true to the heritage of the French, not just any food will do for our Standard French Poo.  Max prefers baguettes and freshly cooked meat and home-made rolls.  Dog food?  Pleeease.

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It should shame me to admit that I cooked more for Max last week than I did for my husband.  But ever since Max lost 8 pounds over six days, I do what I can to tempt Max with a morsel that he can’t refuse.  And it’s good to see Max eat.   And eat.  And eat some more.  But what’s NOT good is what happens after Max is as full as the proverbial tick, when Max barks me back into the kitchen demanding another course of food.

Like the smart poodle mom that I am, I’ve begun exercising a little tough love to curb Max’s recreational bread habit.  “Just say no” — isn’t that what First Lady Nancy Reagan encouraged us to do when staring in the face of addiction?  So now when Max barks, after consuming his abnormally high six courses, I bark ‘No’ back.  Then rewarding myself with an imaginary pat on the back for standing up to my poodle, I scurry back in a hurry to my latest episode of Mad Men.

But last night after our kitchen standoff, I’d hardly sat down before I saw Max standing at the back door, woofing to be let out.  So dutifully, I trotted out to the kitchen to open the back door.  But instead of going out, Max turns around and heads straight to the refrigerator freezer where all his baguettes and home-made rolls are stored.  With eyes locked onto the freezer, Max barks out another big woof.  Hell’s bellls.  You know it’s bad when an adult over the age of fifty is outsmarted by her poodle dog.  And it’s sure hard to remember the word ‘no’ when he’s looking so hopeful and cute, after pulling out his new bait and switch poodle trick.

Blog_09_1026_04Max’s favorite home-made dinner rolls are called Rocket Rolls.  Rebecca Rather, the proprietor-chef of the Rather Sweet Bakery &  Cafe of Fredericksurg Texas, relates  a cute story of how these rolls came by their name; in her cookbook, the Pastry Queen, Ms.Rather assures her reader that the rolls have nothing to do with rocket propulsion.  But for the record, I’m pretty sure Max would disagree; a course of Rocket Rolls seems to fire Max’s poodle jets just fine.  Yesterday I pulled this much favored cookbook from my baker’s rack shelf.  And to the company of Max laying nearby, I made a fresh batch of poodle propulsion.  A couple of hours later, once the risen bread dough was ready to shape into rolls, Max moved in for the kill.

I’m convinced Max knew exactly what I was making.  Maybe it was the scent of two dozen rolls cooling nearby on the baking rack that tipped Max off.  But ready or not, Max was ready to eat his poodle manna from heaven.  And once Max began grazing, he ate and ate; at least half a dozen rolls until I just said no.

And unlike Mr. Max, I’m not a woofing.

 

Hi.  I'm Max.  I'm addicted to Rocket Rolls...

Hi. I'm Max. I'm a Bread-aholic.

Simple Hospitality

24 Saturday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, Mesta Park, Soul Care

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Everyday Life, Life Cereal, Life Lessons, Mesta Park, OKC Dining Out, Soul Care

Last night we completed our first season of Moveable Feasts, where once a month, we take time to convene family around a dinner table.  As the name suggests, this family feast is on the move; it has places to go and food to taste with our only constant being the group of familiar faces gathered together.  

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February at Mesta Park: Maddie shines as "Hostess with the Mostess"

Each month the host changes — each of our children and their mates, plus my husband, his mother and I take turns playing host.  This adds up to ten months of moveable feasts, with two months off in November and December, when the holidays naturally bring us together.  This year we’ve eaten our way through one brunch, two lunches and seven suppers, involving two home-cooked meals and dining out at seven restaurants across the Oklahoma City area and one old saloon in Okarche.  It was a strange stew of Italian, Indian, Cajun, Brazilian, Chinese and mouth-watering Southern fried chicken.  

It was my idea to do this, my way of  bridging the widening gap between my best dreams — having all my chicks home every Saturday night in my Mesta Park nest — and my worst nightmares — never seeing the faces of my flown-the-coop children again.  But unexpectedly, what began as a gap closing measure may have turned out to be better than my best dreams.  Because no longer am I slaving away in the kitchen to feed eleven to fifteen hungry appetites.  No longer am I in charge of aligning the moon and the stars in hopes of gathering six family units together at the same time and place.  And best of all — no longer am I in charge of resolving that age-old question:  What should I fix for dinner?

And guess what?  Just like that old Life cereal commercial that sprang out of the 1960’s, which featured little Mikey and his skeptical-of-Life big brothers — just like Mikey who faithfully tried and liked his bite of Life  —  my family tried the Moveable Feast and… they liked it.  They liked it so much that they are ready to do it all over again.  It may take us different places perhaps, but always with the same faces — and the possiblity of one more if my son Kyle is so moved.

This year’s final act was to write down ten months on a napkin, tear them into pieces and take turns drawing.  And so goes life and the lessons it brings, even if it’s just relearning the same old lessons; home-spun goodies like the simpler the bettter and hospitality begins at home.

But being the contemplative that I am, I ponder now on what personal lesson I gained from this spiritiual exercise of letting go.  Ultimately, of course, it’s a who-but-God-knows.  But for now, perhaps it’s this simple:  When I relax my grip to release my best dream, I open my hand to receive the best that real life has to offer.  One bite at a time.

Broccoli-Cheese Soup

23 Friday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Broccoli-Cheese Soup, Cooking, Everyday Life, Heritage Hills, Home Tours, In the Kitchen, Overholser Mansion, Soups

Guests will be descending into our neighborhood this weekend because, once again, it’s time for the Historic Heritage Hills Home & Garden Tour.  This annual treat offers an inside peak of six private historic residences and the Overholser Mansion with one ticket — the cost is $12 in advance — $15 at the door of any property on the tour.  While Saturday promises to be clear and sunny and Sunday its dreary rainy opposite; the tour will be fabulous no matter what.

Three years ago, when my husband seemed to be taking up residence in Asia, my daughter Kara and I ventured out into a cold rainy Sunday to experience our first Heritage Hills tour.  The rain kept most visitors away that day; but being right next door so to speak, the two of us bundled ourselves up to brave the elements.  Just like an undeterred mailman carrying out his unofficial oath, the weather was not going to keep either of us from our appointed rounds.  But unlike the mailman, we did choose to drive a car rather than travel the short distances by foot.

A few wet hours later, we arrived home in awe, with visions of what historic living could become in its best state.  Truth be told, I also came home a little intimidated.  At that point, I had a month or so to get  my own historic house ready to receive guests as part of Mesta Park’s Holiday Home Tour.  And having just moved in a few months earlier, my house was a mass of painting projects in progress.  Yet the tour did its work in inspiring me toward completion; and in Kara, it sowed a feed seeds that two years later, had her and her new husband living in a historic home of their own.

In awe, we also came home to thaw.  Wet, cold and hungry, I began rummaging through my freezer and cupboards for something quick and nourishing to eat.  My eye lighted on a small bag of frozen chopped broccoli and the staple of storage bags full of  frozen chopped onions and celery, a time-saving tip passed along years ago by my Aunt Jo.  Encourages, I opened the refrigerator to find I had Velveeta Cheese, whipping cream and butter; and my cupboard also proved to have plenty of chicken broth.  It was a mental check, check, check.  Turing around to Kara, I said, “It looks like we have all the ingredients on hand to make a quick Broccoli-Cheese soup.”

This soup has been a family favorite for years, ever since we first tasted the signature soup of Apple’s Way, a little tea room in Lake Jackson, Texas.  My version of the soup is adapted from a recipe of another tea room of my life that once held court in Eureka Springs.  I’m grateful to have their collection of recipes –Victorian Sampler Tea Room Cookbook — that while no longer in print, may be available in a secondary market.

Sitting at the counter that cold October Sunday, Kara watched me like I once watched Mom whip up a miracle meal out of nothing so many times before.  From freezer to table in thirty minutes, we were soon eating our simple but hearty supper with a few saltine crackers.  Whether rain, or sleet or gloom of night, you’ll find this soup just right.  From my life to yours.

Broccoli-Cheese Soup

Serves 4
 
4 Tbsps of butter (1/4 cup)
1/4 cup flour
One quart of vegetarian or chicken broth
1/2 cup diced onion
1/2 cup diced celery
2 cups chopped broccoli, parboiled, then pulsed fine in a food processor (can be cooked in a microwave instead of using stovetop)
16 ounces of Velveeta Cheese, diced 
2 cups of half & half
Fresh Ground Black Pepper

In a bowl, prepare broccoli and set aside.  Sauté celery and onion in butter in a large sauce pan over medium-low heat, until soft and translucent. Next, stir in flour to make a roux, cook for a minute…. then, slowly add broth, continuing to stir until smooth.  Finally, add parboiled, chopped broccoli.  Simmer for twenty minutes.  Reduce heat to low, melt cheese, then add half & half and fresh ground pepper until just mixed.  No salt is usually necessary, but taste before serving and season to personal taste.  Serve with crackers.  Or quiche. Or even a sandwich or salad.

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