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Humble Quiche

26 Friday Feb 2010

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“Shoot for the moon.  Even if you miss it you will land among the stars.”  Les Brown — quote from The Artist’s Way

My friends in the workforce are beginning to daydream about their post-retirement lives.  One hopes to volunteer as an overseas English teacher while another plans to serve the elderly in some capacity.

Unlike my friends, I held no lofty goals when I retired eight years ago.  Instead I left a twenty-three year accounting career behind with two humble goals in mind — to read more for the pure pleasure of reading and to learn how to make pie crust.

Coming to know myself as I have during the last three years, it’s no surprise that the goal that required work was the one I accomplished while the one that required play is still blowing in the wind.  I am, after all, a recovering workaholic with perfectionist tendencies, which is to say, I tend to engage in never-ending work when I’m at my worst.  Meanwhile, my stack of unread books continues to grow and gather dust.

I uncovered the seeds of my problem during an Ignatius retreat last year.  But it was three years ago that I came to name perfectionism as the root to my problem.  I was reading a self-help book when I ran across these words in Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way:

“To the perfectionist, there is always room for improvement.  The perfectionist calls this humility.  In reality, it is egotism.   It is pride that makes us want to write a perfect script, paint a perfect painting, perform a perfect audition monologue.

Perfectionism is not a quest for the best.  It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough — that we should try again…..

….We deny that in order to do something well we must first be willing to do it badly.  Instead, we opt for setting our limits at the point where we feel assured of success.  Living within these bounds, we may feel stifled, smothered, despairing, bored.  But, yes, we do feel safe.  And safety is a very expensive illusion.  ….Once we are willing to accept that anything worth doing might even be worth doing badly our options widen.  “If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I would try….””

How would you complete the rest of that sentence?  My three-year old list included modern dance, learning a foreign language, writing short stories and taking a watercolor class.   But writing was my biggest pie-in-the-sky desire.  In the case of writing, it was better to live with a dream than with the possibility of failure — in other words, it was better to be safe than sorry.

As silly as it now sounds, I once held similar fears about making pie crust.  Now I just get in there and do my best.  And this morning, the pie crust I rolled out was far from perfect.  Yet.  Once it was stuffed with a nice quiche filling, it ended up fulfilling its purpose perfectly with no one noticing its imperfections.

Could this truth apply to the human experience as well?  Could it be… that as imperfect as this human is, that I can fulfill my purpose as long as I remember to remain empty —  that is to remain humble —  so that I can be filled with something good — like God?

To be humble is easier said than done.  To be humble is to realize I can never be perfect.  To be humble is to realize that I am not my work and that my work is not me.  To be a humble is to realize that I must learn to let go — for the entire human experience is an exercise in letting go, as we let go of our stuff and our loved ones until all that we have left at end of our days is to let go of our own lives.

To be human may not be as easy as pie — though I for one, have never found making pie or pie crust easy — but its worth the effort, the time and the risk of failure with a trash can full of rejected pie crust.  To be human means “it’s no better to be safe than sorry.”  Life is full of a-ha moments… and perhaps more than a few servings of humble pie.

Simple Quiche

1 9 inch pie crust, baked to light brown

3 large eggs, slightly beaten
1 1/4 cups light sour cream
Dash of salt, white pepper, garlic powder and Tabasco sauce
1 1/2 cups grated Swiss cheese
1 cup grated Cheddar cheese
2 cups of pre-cooked chopped meat and vegetables  e.g.s (broccoli and ham) (spinach and bacon) (sausage and mushroom)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees

In a large bowl, combine eggs, sour cream and seasoning with a wire whip.  Stir in remaining ingredients and pour into pastry shell.  Bake for 35 to 40 minutes until set and lightly browned on top.  Cool on wire rack for ten minutes before slicing.

Serve with a cup of soup or your favorite green or fruit salad.

Sweeties

21 Sunday Feb 2010

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I could have been June Cleaver yesterday when the boys arrived with Amy to find me in the kitchen baking their favorite childhood cookies.

In our house, these pink and white swirled cookies never stick around for long.  Whether warm from the oven or not, people find them hard to leave alone.  I’m not sure whether the boys and Amy had taken off their coats or not before they enjoyed that first warm cookie.

An hour later, Don’s mother and stepfather came in just as I was putting the finishing touches on supper.  It wasn’t long, before out of the corner of my eye, I saw another Sweetie go by with a few words on how hard these cookies were to resist.  Then Kara and Joe arrived  — and I won’t tell how many Joe confessed to having before the night was over.

With fifteen gathered, it didn’t take long for the Sweeties to disappear.  Yet, to say that we gathered is a bit of a stretch, as the party was more like three gatherings in one.  As I traveled the circuit, I walked in and out of pockets of conversation.  Don and his parents were visiting in the kitchen; my children and their mates were gathered around the television watching a ball game; and my three youngest grands were playing ‘zombies’ in the basement.

At one point, I noted Kyle talking to one who  might as well  have been a zombie, for their lack of attention to his words.  This is the downside of big gatherings:  there’s just too much going on to take it all in; separate worlds collide, but then soon break apart to converse in more intimate settings.  Meanwhile, I floated from one room to another, trying to experience a little of all the parties.

When I finally sat down, my granddaughters came to see if they could extend their party by spending the night.  I was tired after cooking all day.  And while having no definite plans, my after-party most likely would have involved a rendezvous with  my favorite chair.  But I couldn’t resist after one long look at their sweet hopeful faces.  The girls were having so much fun playing together; and if they didn’t want it to end, I didn’t want to end it.

Someday, not too far off in the distant future, these sisters who admit to being best friends, will not want to spend their Saturday night with their grandmother.  So it was not too hard to put that favorite comfy chair on hold  to let their young world collide with mine.  They ended up having the best time, filling the house with happy noises, as they trampled up and down the stairs from basement to second story.  The girls played house, opened a restaurant, become artists with a set of watercolors and  built a fine set of tracks with my sons old wooden train set.

This morning, before they left, the girls told me how much fun they had playing at my house.  I learned that after I die, they are hoping that their mother will come here to live so that they can too.  But my youngest granddaughter will be repainting my wall colors.  And though she didn’t say, I’m guessing she has in mind her favorite pink — just like these Sweeties.

Sweeties

Makes 5 dozen

2 sticks butter, softened
2 cups sugar
2 tsps almond flavoring
3 eggs
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
1 Tbsp baking powder
4 cups all-purpose flour
3 drops of red food coloring

Mix butter and sugar until fluffy.  Gradually mix in eggs and almond flavoring, then the dry ingredients until well combined.  Stir in drop of red food coloring, swirling the dough, until streaked with pink.  Chill in fridge for two hours.

Preheat oven to 350.

Shape dough into small balls, a little larger than a walnut.  Slightly flatten with hand on cookies sheet, covered with parchment paper or silicone baking sheet.  Bake 10 minutes at 350.

While still warm, glaze cookies.

Cookie Glaze

Mix until smooth:

1 cup powder sugar
1/2 tsp almond flavoring
4 Tbsp evaporated milk  (I use water instead)

French Onion Soup

19 Friday Feb 2010

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Like so many new experiences I had upon entering the business world, I discovered I liked French Onion Soup.

My first sampling came in a cup at the original Interurban Restaurant in Norman, just a short walk down Main Street from the office where I worked.  I didn’t know then that the building that housed the restaurant was, in a previous life, an old inter-city trolley station for a commuter rail that ferried people from Norman to Oklahoma City before it closed in the early forties.  It was part of the same trolley system that also ran through the heart of Mesta Park,  just a little west from where I now live.

Though I didn’t know it then, Mesta Park was known as the Comeback Neighborhood when I first tasted that soup.  But there were so many things I didn’t know then.   I didn’t know whether I liked tax work.  I didn’t know that I would dream of numbers when I fell asleep at night.   And I didn’t know I was pregnant with my first child the day I reported to work at that small accounting firm that took a chance on hiring me.

It took two pregnancy tests to confirm my pregnancy.  And it took a few weeks to gain the courage to break the news to the managing partner.  Fearing the worst, I thought Mr. Stephenson might fire me on the spot, untried and unproved as I was.  Pregnancy in those days, when women were first breaking into the ranks of professional firms, was widely viewed —  what in my Arthur Andersen days came to be known as a “CLM”  —  as a “career limiting move.”  So when my boss merely chuckled, assuring me that “it” happened in the best of families,”   I never forgot it or him.  To this day, I still keep up with Mr. Stephenson.  He even helped my son Bryan land his first job at another local accounting firm three years ago.

Omer still has a small accounting practice in Norman though the Interurban location I frequented is now closed.   Many other Interurban locations have sprung up and, while the soup is no longer served, other menu items I liked are still there, like their famous Okie Pig Sandwich and New York Cheesecake topped with berries.  I haven’t been to the restaurant in years, but I know where there’s a downtown location, just a short walk from my Mesta Park home.

Meanwhile, here at home, the soup is always on the menu.  It’s easy to make and a good way to use up the home-made beef broth I always have in my freezer.  I’ve used this particular recipe for over twenty years and have found it to be good anytime of the year — just like it was at the Interurban all those years ago.

I don’t know why I don’t make this soup more often.  But this I know: Next in importance to the three words, “I love you” — are the three words, “I don’t know.”  I don’t know why it’s so hard to say “I don’t know.”  I don’t say it nearly enough.  Nor did I when I was parenting or when I was considered a “tax expert” all those years ago.  And if I had to bet, I’d say the three words, “I love ___,” are said more often than the three words, “I don’t know.”  But….

….I don’t know.  Try the soup.  I love it.

French Onion Soup

2 to 3 bowl size servings

3 Tbsp olive oil
3 cups thinly sliced onions
1 Tbsp butter
3/4 tsp salt
1 1/2 Tbsp flour
4 cups beef broth, strained of fat  (homemade preferred)
Salt & pepper to taste
Slices of french bread, 1 inch thick
Swiss Cheese slices

On stove-top:

Melt olive oil in a large skillet over medium low heat.  Add onions and salt — cook over low heat until onions have softened — about 20 minutes.  Dot with butter and continue cooking until golden brown — another 20 minutes.  Sprinkle flour over onions and stir until well blended.  Remove from heat.

In a large sauce pan, bring broth to a boil.  Stir in onions, cover and simmer for 40 minutes.  Season with salt and pepper (if using my recipe for a homemade broth, very little salt will need to be added)

In a 350 degree oven:

On a cookie sheet, add lightly buttered bread (both sides) and broil until golden and crisp.  Watch closely as toast next to the element browns quickly.  Top the toast with a slice of cheese and bake until cheese melts.

Ladle soup into bowls and top with a slice of cheese toast.