Post-Irene Food

We were whomped by Hurricane Irene.  Had made the usual prep of cooking up a couple ahead-of-time meals, and checking all the flashlights and lanterns for working batteries.  Got out the old hurricane lantern (aptly named) and filled it with lamp oil, checked the wick (new).  Put out bird food and forgot to bring in the Hummingbird feeder.

Sunday, the wind began rising at 6:30 a.m.  I got up and made a batch of pesto Geneovese (using blender) using basil picked from garden the day before.  Ran the dishwasher.  Laundry all done on Saturday.  Hunkering down.  We were watching CNN at 10:30 when the lights went out.  They came back on Wednesday evening.  In the meantime, everything in the freezers (2 fridges) had defrosted.  We ate the prepared meal by candle light on Sunday, and Monday we grilled the thawed steak as shish kebabs.  Delicous.  Ate them twice.   I cooked A LOT of defrosted chicken breasts and we had chicken pesto and also chicken parm without sauce.   The only foods ruined were a pizza that melting ice had leaked into (el disgusto) and some leftovers that I was just as happy to pitch.  Fed the once-frozen bananas, saved for banana bread, to the cows.

We have a gas stove that can be lit with a match with the electric ignition  doesn't work and a gas water heater, so we were among the lucky ones.  Those with their own wells or an all-electric (or oil) house took cold showers and went for takeout.  In 1985, during Gloria, we were among those, and cooked on a one-burner camp stove and the Weber Kettle.   One can actually do with less, dontchaknow?

A huge oak fell across the wild flower garden (boo hoo) and I won't know how bad the damage is until it is removed.  Hoping the removal doesn't do more damage than the tree falling.

During the storm, the hummingbirds swooped and flew and appeared to be having a high old time.  They drained their feeder which had no damage.   The other birds found their old feeders about four feet nearer the ground and of course some enterprising creature dragged the suet feeder off.  We have another one, which the raccoons raid often, but we have large families of flickers, downy and hairy woodpeckers, all with babies, so we try to keep the suet coming.

It is nice to have a clean fridge, and the Highland Scottish cattle received some of the contents of the freezer such as old bread and a huge package of flour tortillas (ick!) that someone left here.

I made some peach ice cream a few days ago.  Lots and lots of peaches.  We ate the  remainder of the ice cream for lunch as soon as the lights went out.   So our losses were minimal.

Now we are eating up last fall's winter stores:  Spam, tuna fish and corned beef hash.  I'll replace them in a couple of months.  The Low Salt Spam was totally delicious.  We ate it with baked beans gussied up with onion, tomato, and bacon last night.

So yours truly is feeling pretty frugal and with the power out went to the discount Tuesday movie, The Help, and the first run non-discounted movie, The Debt, both pretty good.  Only missed one Red Sox game.   We had a battery powered radio.  You are ready for a big storm, aren't you?  Having light, batteries, radio, food and emergency supplies can make all the difference.

Oddly enough, the cats were kind of freaked out by the experience, and did not spend any time in the dark basement home office but came upstairs to bask in the lamplight.  I washed the dishes as we used them, and drained them on a towel on the counter.  Worked fine.  First thing I did when the power came back on was run the dishwasher.  Yay!

We are eating a lot of cucumber salad, as the garden has an abundance of cukes.  Cukes and basil are the current harvest.  Ate all the lettuce.  Also have a huge supply of oregano, which I will dry and sage, which hangs around until the coldest part of the winter.

Onward, onward.  After the lights came back on, we had a day of respite and then the Internet crapped out for 4 days.  8 of 9 days with poor or no Internet.  We did get wi-fi at the neighboring  library and Starbucks when the power was out in our town.   So:  the tree didn't hit the house, we coped pretty well and consider ourselves lucky.

The Cheeseparer

Rethinking Diets

The weight loss has been minimal.  Probably too much wine and then there's the dark chocolate after dinner.  Significant Other has lost 5 pounds, but I'm only down 2.  We had steak (leftover) and eggs for breakfast with slices oranges and blueberries.  Truly delicious, but diet?  Who knows?  Ate the first lettuces from the garden that reseeded themselves this spring.  Do not decline what nature offers. Free lettuce?  Yes! 

I'm still not ready for the spray on "I can't believe it's not butter."  I sure as hell can believe it's not.  There is a time in life when one becomes too old to believe all the lies we hear daily. 


The sun rose bright and shiny this morning, for the first time in literally weeks.  Even bad news on the scale cannot impinge on my good mood.  We'll definitely go for a walk.  I have the season's first mosquito bite and am hoping it's not one of those toxic mosquitoes bearing awful diseases.  Sprayed myself thoroughly to work in the yard, but he found a spot under the watchband.  Go figure. 


We have yummy (for them) stuff to feed the Highland cattle.  No calves this spring.  Boo hoo!  I do believe the old cows "cowed" the young bulls.  


Here is a spring tonic:  find a friend with some rhubarb and bum a few sticks.  Chop up, cook with a little sugar, a very small amount of water, and any other red fruits you can find.  Strawberries and blueberries and even raspberries are on sale here this week.  A few frozen cranberries add pop.  Some grated orange rind does likewise.  Cook until all the fruits are soft and if you added too much water, thicken with a bit of cornstarch stirred into cold water and added to the fruit.  Let cool, chill and serve for dessert.  Good over cottage cheese.   A spoonful or two even works on shredded wheat.   Or on ice cream, but we're into low-fat frozen yogurt these days.  


Onward, 


The CheeseParer

French Toast

In French, the dish we know as French toast is called pain perdu or "lost bread."  In German, French toast is arme Ritter, or
"poor knight." 


Last Wednesday, at Whole Foods, we got totally carried away and bought French bread, Italian bread and German bread.  Two people.  Crazy.  The dinner party guests ate about two slices of the Italian, and we finally finished the loaf.  In the meantime, of course, the baguette got rather stale.  Last night I used some under the steak to sop of the juices.  Toasted it with butter and paprika first.  Quite yummy.  This morning I used the rest to make French Toast.


I don't really use a recipe.  One egg per person, and milk and cream with a pinch of salt and a spoonful of sugar to make it brown nicely.  Whisk together.  I fry it in two skillets in a mixture of canola and butter.  The yin  and the yang.  We eat it with either REAL maple syrup or with apricot syrup from The Apricot King.  Grown in the flavor zone.  They have the best apricot jam, just like my Grandma used to make.  Their dried apricots (I love apricot bars) are also the best.  It is always wonderful to find a small business with a great product line that one can enthusiastically support.  And apricot syrup is hard to find.  My granddaughter loves it.  Hell, we all love it.  French Toast, Waffles, Pancakes.  Yum!


My Dad always made French Toast for us on Sunday morning.  He used Wonder-style bread, which was the only thing my folks ever ate.   He liked it nice and soft and ate a few slices of bread with every meal.  He claimed he couldn't eat without bread.  The only exception was Chinese food which he liked with soda crackers.  Go figure.  I've noticed that what one usually remembers about the departed loved ones is their endearing eccentricities that outlive them.  Once my Dad got carried away and made his French toast out of non-dairy creamer which was a disgusting concoction.  When I visited, my parents always bought a pound of butter, as they knew I didn't eat margarine.  I always told everyone "that stuff will kill you," and with the trans fats it turned out I was right.


You will never see an "all natural"  label on margarine.     So this is one area where WE DO NOT ECONOMIZE.  Nope.  Butter is a pure, natural product.  Just don't eat too much.


One can also make croutons out of stale bread.  Or bread crumbs.  Or feed it to the Scottish Highland cattle, in the unlikely event you have a small herd in your neighborhood like we do.  Love those cows.


I  hope you eat breakfast, a real breakfast, with loved ones every Sunday morning.  We scarfed down two strips of good quality bacon each, and I am embarrassed to report we ate all of the French toast.  I can't believe we ate the whole thing.   


I put French toast in two of my novels.  My books always have at least one party scene, one naked swim, and a lot of craziness.  And lots of food and flowers. lMaybe someday a character should make French toast with non-dairy creamer.  What do you think?


 Live cheaply but well,


The CheeseParer