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Feeling Happy
Saturday Smile: Adam Smith Meets Scrooge McDuck
The other day, Addie told her papa and me that she had hired Magnolia and Dagny to do some of her chores. She paid them out of her allowance. They did her laundry and straightened up her room. Their wage? Twenty-seven cents apiece. Total, not per hour.
“What?” her papa and I said simultaneously. “Why, that’s highway robbery.”
Addie smiled with absolutely no remorse in her face. What the market will bear, I
guess.
A short time later, her papa came in from outside where he had been doing some yard work.
“I struck a better deal than what you gave your sisters,” he told Addie.”I just agreed to mow our neighbor’s lawn next week since she will be out of town.”
His payment? A loaf of homemade rye bread.
What the market will bear.
Have a good weekend.
Friday Book Whimsy: 100 Best Books
Recently, the web site Goodreads (a social network site that is sort of a gathering of avid readers who recommend and review books) put forth their list of “100 Books You Should Read in a Lifetime.” The list is included as a link.
Any list like this is fairly subjective. There are, of course, an almost endless number of books and an almost endless number of readers who have differing opinions about what books are important. But I think this is a really comprehensive and fairly well-thought-out list of books that are worthwhile to read.
Out of these particular 100 books (which I think are in no particular order), I, an avid reader, have not even read half. Yikes.
I would argue with the choice of some (while I loved The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, I’m not sure it would be among the most important 100 of all time), I have never heard of others (Celebrating Silence?), I was disturbed that authorship of The Holy Bible is given to Thomas Nelson), and believe having four – count them – four Harry Potter books included is overkill when you are limited to 100 total books.
Having said this, I enjoyed seeing this list and plan on reading or re-reading some of the books mentioned.
What books would you include that aren’t part of this list? Which of these books would you leave off? What other thoughts do you have about this list?
One for My Baby (And One More For the Road)
National holidays always make me a little sentimental.
Independence Day makes me feel proud of how our forefathers stood firm in their beliefs about what makes a nation great. We honor all of the people who fought hard to keep us free on Veterans Day, and remember all who died for our country on Memorial Day. We give thanks for all of our blessings on Thanksgiving, celebrate the birth of Christ on Christmas.
But what can I say – at least without tearing up – about the holiday we celebrate this very day?
For June 19 is National Martini Day.
A properly prepared martini is heaven on earth. An improperly prepared martini is a travesty. It is as simple as that.
My mom and dad drank martinis. On the rocks with an olive. Gin, not vodka. For a while they drank Beefeaters; eventually they became Tanqueray drinkers.
But never up in a fancy glass; always on the rocks in a lowball glass.
I remember the day I tasted my first martini. I was well into my 40s, and despite my parents enjoyment of martinis, I had never really had any interest in even trying one. But I went out to a bar with a two colleagues following the conclusion of a conference we had all contributed into putting together. It was a celebration of our success. We each ordered a glass of wine. Somehow, in the course of our conversation, I mentioned that I had never tasted a martini. Before you could say “Bond, James Bond,” I had a gin martini – up, with olives – sitting in front of me, and two pairs of eyes watching my every move. What the hell? Why not?
It was love at first sight and taste. From that very moment, I appreciated the sheer beauty of the crystal clear liquid in an icy-cold glass garnished with pimento-stuffed olives. I also immediately loved – LOVED – the bite of the gin with the very slight pickle-flavor of the olive. Perfection.
I will not set off a martini drinkers’ war by making such bold proclamations as vodka martinis are not martinis, or that you can put chocolate-flavored vodka and Kahlua or apple-flavored vodka in a martini glass but it’s still not a martini. I will not weigh in on the dirty vs. non-dirty martini question. And heaven forbid that I take a public position on shaken or stirred.
I just know how I make my perfect martini.
Fill a metal cocktail shaker with cracked ice. Pour in 2 ounces of Tanqueray gin. (You can pour in more, but heed the words of a friend – one martini is not enough and two is too many) Let it sit for a few minutes to get really cold. In the meantime, take out the stemmed martini glass that you have been chilling in the freezer and pour in some Martini & Rossi dry vermouth. Swirl the vermouth around the glass and then dump the wretched tasting stuff into the sink. Give the shaker a shake shake shake, and pour the chilled gin into the glass which now has just the barest little bit of vermouth, and plop in
an olive or three (remember that an even number of olives in your martini is bad luck). You can fancy it up by using bleu-cheese stuffed olives or jalapeno-stuffed olives, but I prefer the regular ol’ pimento stuffed olives. Take your icy-cold martini, sit down, preferably outdoors where you have a pretty view, and enjoy.
Of course, the choice of Tanqueray is subjective. I have a never-ending argument with my nephew Erik as to whether a great martini is made with Tanqueray or Bombay Sapphire. I will drink either, but prefer Tanqueray for the juniper-bite. Bombay is too smooth for my taste.
But here’s the thing: no matter what brand of gin you prefer, your martini will be absolutely ruined by the addition of too much vermouth. It’s as simple as that. You will turn a perfect drink into a foul-tasting catastrophe. You’re better to go without vermouth (which I never hesitate to do) than to use too much.
In the interest of camaraderie on this most important of national holidays, I am going to give you a couple of recipes for pretty drinks that can be served in martini glasses (though I still personally refuse to call them martinis).
Cranberry “Martini”
Ingredients
1.5 oz. vodka
½ oz. orange liqueur
½ oz. dry vermouth
3 oz. cranberry juice
1 c. ice
Lime
Process
Combine vodka, orange liqueur, vermouth, cranberry juice, and ice in a cocktail shaker. Shake vigorously to chill. Pour into martini glasses, and serve. Garnish with lime.
Limoncello “Martini”
Ingredients
½ oz. limoncello
1 oz. vodka
1 lemon twist
1 c. ice
Process
Combine limoncello, vodka and ice in cocktail shaker. Shake and serve in a martini glass with a lemon twist.
Cheers!
Kids’ Whimsical Cooking: Fresh Summer Guacamole
Now that it is summer time, I try to make snacks that include fresh fruits and vegetables. This time I made guacamole. Guacamole is a fast nutritious snack that can be made in less than 10 minutes. Today I made a big batch of guacamole that I will share with my family later tonight as part of dinner. I encourage you to try making guacamole sometime with your family. — Addie
Homemade Guacamole
Ingredients
2-3 ripe avocados
Juice of one fresh lime
¼ c. salsa, or to taste
½-1 tsp. garlic salt
4-5 shakes of hot sauce, or to taste
Tortilla chips
Process
Cut avocados in half, remove the pit, and scoop into a bowl. Mix in all of the ingredients (except for the tortilla chips), and mash together with a fork until fairly smooth.
Enjoy with tortilla chips.
Nana’s Notes: Homemade guacamole can be “doctored up” any way you want. I like to add jalapeno and cilantro to mine. Look for nice ripe — but not too ripe — avocados, and enjoy this healthy snack.
Feeling Herby
I know I’ve told you this before (and let me just add that by time I post my 365th blog, there will be absolutely nothing that I haven’t told you before; bet you’re all looking forward to that), gardening is one of those things that I want to like to do, but simply don’t.
When we bought this house in Denver, the owners apparently were avid gardeners and enjoyed their backyard. One of the notable things about this house for me, in fact, was the raised garden bed in the back yard. ( Remember – I WANT to like to garden.) The homeowner told me the soil was chock full of nutrients and good for growing all sorts of vegetables, “even celery” I remember her saying. Like that meant anything to me.
But for the next three or four growing seasons, I gave it the ol’ college try. I would talk Bill into helping me turn the soil in the spring. (And by help me, I mean he would do it and I would watch.) I would plant seeds for early vegetables such as radishes and carrots and lettuce. I would push beans into the ground, thinking about all of the yummy ham and green beans I would make mid-summer. I planted five or six tomato plants, determined that I would can what we didn’t eat. Zucchini, green peppers, jalapeno peppers, even cauliflower and broccoli.
With great excitement, I would watch the little plants sprout. But pretty soon I saw weeds begin to sprout too. That’s when the trouble began. You see, I hate to weed. So before too long, there were more weeds than plants, and I could almost hear my beans gasping for air. And what wasn’t being overpowered by weeds was being eaten up by pests. Slugs? Ewwwwww.
After a few years, Bill got tired of turning over the soil for a garden that would not live to harvest. Thus ended my short-lived gardening career.
Instead, we accepted a donation of a children’s play set and had it placed right
on top of where my garden used to sit. The kids have had many, many hours of fun. And I’ve gotten my garden vegetables from farmers’ markets.
As sort of an aside, there is an area in our yard with a grouping of evergreen bushes. When we moved into the house, the former homeowner had carefully pruned the trees into the shape of three birds. That, too, was a short-lived experience. Here’s what the area looks like now…..
At one point, Bill used his electric pruner and when he was all finished, we decided it resembled a pick-up truck. You can see the very slight resemblance even yet….
But no birds. Who do you think we are? Walt Disney?
Now I’m very happy to have three tomatoes planted in the ground – a yellow heirloom, an Early Girl hybrid, and a grape tomato. I also have one potted red heirloom tomato plant that seems to like its location on our patio. A basil plant sits in the ground amidst my petunias.
I mostly focus my attention these days on my herb pots. I have one pot of Italian parsley. Another container holds dill, oregano, sage, thyme, and chives. I used to plant my herbs in a strawberry pot – you know, those tall pots that have the little pockets on the side? But each spring when I would go to empty out the dirt in order to refill the pot with fresh soil and herbs, invariably a centipede would be present and my heart would momentarily stop. I looked like the screamer in Edvard Munch’s famous painting. Now I go for a flatter pot from which I can easily dump the dirt into the garbage with my eyes closed, thereby negating the need to see a centipede and recreate The Scream.
All of the grandkids, and Kaiya in particular, love to rub their hands on the fresh herbs, thereby releasing the fragrant smell. They will sniff their fingers and excitedly pick off a piece of the herb plant and put it in their mouth to taste. My goal this summer is to teach them to cook with herbs.
Here’s one yummy recipe….
Scallopine Saltimbocca, Roman Style, courtesy Lidia’s Italian-American Kitchen
Ingredients
4 portions veal, chicken, turkey, or pork scallopine
Salt
Freshly ground black pepper
4 slices Italian prosciutto, cut in half crosswise
8-12 large fresh sage leaves
All-purpose flour
3 T. extra-virgin olive oil
6 T. butter
¼ c. dry white wine
1 c. chicken stock or chicken broth
Process
Season the scallopine lightly with salt and pepper, keeping in mind that the prosciutto is cured with salt. Cover each scallopine with a half-slice of the prosciutto. Tap the prosciutto with the back of a knife so it adheres well to the meat. Center a sage leaf over the prosciutto and fasten it in place with a toothpick, weaving it in and out as if you were taking a stitch.
Dredge the scallopine in the flour to coat both sides lightly. Tap off excess flour. Heat 3 T. olive oil and 2 T. butter in a large heavy skillet over medium heat until the butter is foaming. Slip as many of the scallopine, prosciutto side down, into the pan as fit without touching. Cook just until the prosciutto is light golden, about 2 minutes. Turn and cook until the second side is browned, about 2 minutes. Remove and drain on paper towels. Repeat with remaining scallopine, adding more oil if necessary.
Remove all the scallopine from the skillet and pour off the oil. Return the pan to the heat and pour in the wine. Add the remaining 4 T. butter and cook until the wine is reduced by about half, about 3 minutes. Pour in the chicken stock and bring to a vigorous boil. Tuck the scallopine into the sauce. Simmer until the sauce is reduced and lightly thickened, about 3 – 4 minutes.
To serve, spoon the spinach in a mound in the center of each plate. Arrange the
saltimbocca over sautéed spinach. Spoon some of the pan sauce over the scallopine and serve immediately.
Boys Don’t Make Passes at Girls Who Wear Glasses
My blog title today should – and probably does – make you cringe. Imagine that we – all of the baby boomer generation – actually heard (and took to heart) that statement from the time we were small children.
I don’t know the girl in the photo. It was what came up when I googled “free image of child in 1950s glasses” or something like that. But it could have been me had I not been a conceited little snit. Except that the hair would be a pixie cut with crooked bangs.
When I was in the third grade, it was discovered that I needed glasses. My eyesight was bad, and became steadily worse over my elementary and early high school years. My mother immediately and dutifully purchased me a pair of glasses – just as pink and cat-eyed as those of the girl in the photo; I’m pretty sure they are the exact same ones! – which, unlike the decidedly smarter but less conceited girl in the photo, I never EVER wore. I didn’t wear them for reading. I didn’t wear them to see the blackboard. I didn’t wear my glasses. Period.
Why? Because “boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses.”
In those days, contact lenses weren’t prescribed as readily, and certainly not until one was much older than third grade. I was finally allowed to wear contact lenses somewhere near my senior year of high school. Until that time, I literally lived my life in a blurry haze. I was not just slightly near-sighted. I was extremely near-sighted.
I got very good at living the blurry life. I could recognize people from their hazy shapes. I somehow got through school with passing grades, probably from sitting in the front row whenever possible. I lived a suitably normal life. A life without glasses. Somehow I convinced myself that a permanent squint was more attractive than glasses. Pretty sure that wasn’t true.
What’s hard to imagine is that my mother allowed me to go without wearing glasses. But my memory is short. It’s possible that I would put them on as I approached my house, though she was not one who could be easily fooled, so I sort of doubt that. My better guess is that she simply didn’t recognize just how near-sighted I was, and, well, “boys don’t make passes……”
I was liberated by contact lenses, and wore them until I was about 45 or 50 years old when I finally had Lasik surgery. Talk about liberation. Being able to see without glasses or contact lenses was heaven.
Nowadays, things are decidedly different. For one thing, eyeglasses are really cute. They simply were not attractive in the 1960s and 1970s. First the 1960 cat-eyes. Then the 1970s huge frames. Yoiks. These days glasses can be, and are, a fashion statement. Thank heavens because as my eyesight again diminishes despite the Laskik, I now wear glasses almost all of the time. Not that I care a whit about being cute these days.
And thank heavens in particular that I see children wearing glasses, and looking so darn cute doing so. I have a friend with a little girl who has had glasses for several years, and she looks absolutely darling in them. See?
Thanks for posing for my blog Addison Kay!
Surprisingly, thus far none of our grandkids needs glasses. I’m sure some will some day some how. Until then, I will be emphasizing to them the importance of being kind, being smart, being respectful, and being self-confident. Because these days boys decidedly DO make passes at girls who wear glasses.
Although they better leave my granddaughters alone until I say so, glasses or no.
Saturday Smile: Parkinson’s Schmarkinsons
The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick. G.K. Chesterton
Bill doesn’t let a little thing like Parkinson’s stop him. Never has. Never will.
And this week we had some great news. The “cocktail” of medications of which he partakes is doing its job – in fact, overachieving. At Bill’s semiannual checkup, he measured absolutely symptom-free. No symptoms. None. In fact, he was told that if he was standing in line next to a neurologist, that doctor who specializes in movement disorders such as Parkinson’s Disease would not be able to tell that Bill has PD.
We can’t look into the future (thank goodness), but every day that Bill has no symptoms is a gift from God.
I also have one funny Bill story that made me smile.
The other day I picked a bouquet of iris from my yard, deciding I wanted to enjoy them before they went away for the year. I did, in fact, enjoy their beauty and heady (very heady) aroma for several days. I had them sitting in the middle of my kitchen table. At some point, the flowers got in the way of Bill and I having a conversation, so I moved them over to the bookshelf next to the kitchen wall. There they sat for several days.
Aren’t they pretty?
When their ability to please me was over, I picked up the vase to throw away the flowers, and noticed that the purple flowers had left a very large, very purple stain on my yellow kitchen wall. I tried to clean it myself, but all I was able to do was smear the stain around, leaving it even more unsightly. Bill was at the baseball game that evening, so I simply left it and went upstairs to bed, figuring it was going to require a paint job. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a photo of the stain.
When he got home, I mentioned the stain to him. Before I knew it, he was downstairs. I could hear him bustling around, but fell asleep before he was finished.
The next morning I came downstairs and noticed the stain, while not completely
gone, was so very faint that it can barely be seen. When Bill got up, I asked him what he used to clean the stubborn spot.
“Everything,” he said. Everything? What does that mean?
“The brass cleaner didn’t really do too much, “he went on, “but the oven cleaner worked pretty well.”
I thought he was kidding. No. Turns out he tried:
Oven cleaner
Brass cleaner
Oxy-Magic
Zep Heavy Duty Cleaner
Gojo
Kaboom shower and tub cleaner
The man was busy. He truly is the Energizer Bunny.
Friday Book Whimsy: Lidia’s Commonsense Italian Cooking
Lidia Matticchio Bastianich has authored 11 books. Out of those 11, two are targeted to children. The remainder are cookbooks. Out of those nine cookbooks, I own seven. The two I don’t own are her debut cookbook – La Cucina di Lidia – and one entitled Lidia’s Favorite Recipes. I chose not to buy that one since all of her favorite recipes are featured in one of the other cookbooks that I already own.
Most of her cookbooks are tied to her wonderful PBS cooking show. In fact, that is how I first became acquainted with the woman who – in our family – is simply referred to as “Lidia.” As in Cher or Madonna. I was immediately drawn to her clear love of cooking, the importance she places on her family, and her devotion to displaying her love for her family through cooking and gathering at the table.
I’m sure most, if not all, of the recipes in these cookbooks are available online, but for some reason, I want the cookbook in front of me when I prepare her recipes. It’s the next best thing to having her right there in the kitchen with me. She writes just like she talks, and I find that comforting.
Each of her cookbooks has a specific focus. In a couple of them, she features recipes from different regions of Italy, along with background information about the regions. Two of the cookbooks are focused on Italian-American cooking; in one – Lidia’s Italy in America – she traveled around to the areas of the country where many of the Italian immigrants landed upon moving to the United States, and features recipes specific to those “Little Italys.”
In her most recent cookbook, Lidia’s Commonsense Italian Cooking, Lidia offers the reader practical and easy solutions to cooking situations. Her overriding message is that cookbooks and recipes are black and white, but cooking doesn’t have to be that way. If you don’t have anchovies on hand, or your family would storm from the table should an anchovy touch their food, why, just leave out the anchovies. Commonsense. Make the recipe work for you and your family.
The cookbook offers lots of cooking tips as well. For example, did you know you can freeze the lemons from which you squeezed the juice for one recipe and then use them again should you want to flavor water with lemon by tossing them in? Or have you ever considered making more soup than you need and freezing the soup in single-sized servings so that you can thaw and cook them for a quick-and-easy lunch. Commonsense.
Her writing is just like listening to her talk – clear and friendly and nonjudgemental (except when it comes to what kind of canned tomatoes to use – San Marzano and never crushed because you should crush them by hand; don’t tell her, but I ignore her orders on this matter). The photography by Marcus Nilsson is simply gorgeous. Looking at her pictures makes my mouth water.
As always, there are many recipes I intend to try. Now we’ll just see if I ever get around to it. As I mentioned this week, I tend to always pull out Lidia’s Italian American Kitchen for all of my Italian cooking needs.
Lidia’s Commonsense Italian Cooking is a commonsense cookbook for cooking of all kinds.
Buy Lidia’s Commonsense Italian Cooking from Amazon here.
Buy Lidia’s Commonsense Italian Cooking from Barnes and Noble here.















