I live with my Mom and Dad and their weimaraner "Spencer". My Dad has multi infarct dementia

We all come from Vermont and we grew up during the 60's and 70's. One of our favorite things is cooking and so we try and stay sane by writing about cooking. I have an old cookbook from Rutland VT called "Out of Vermont Kitchens that we are going to try and cook from and see what the food tastes like.

The cookbook has some prepared foods in some of the recipes. But we will try and adapt them perhaps to modern cusine.

We also try other recipes but will dive into our Vermont roots as often as we can.

Marion Ballou Smith
The daughter of Orris and Margaret (Mageen) Ballou, Marion Ballou Smith grew up in Rutland, Vermont, graduated from Mount Holyoke College (1914), and taught botany and mathematics. In 1927 she married Esme A.C. Smith, a businessman in Rutland. Active in local business and civic affairs, Smith was the co-compiler, with Alice Chaffee Bowker and Ruth Sutton, of a fund-raising cookbook entitled Out of Vermont Kitchens, published in 1939, to benefit the Trinity Mission of Trinity Church in Rutland, and the Women's Service League of St. Paul's Church in Burlington, Vermont.

2.11.2010

Bean and Potato Soup

We raised a few rows of dry beans last summer. What's very fun about the beans is that we don't have to soak them. They puff up almost as soon as we begin to simmer them in water.

The potato and onion crops too are still going in our combination washroom root cellar. We added some frozen kale and seasonings. I like the flavors of the beans and potatos and the colors look pretty with cheap china from TJ MAXX.

2.08.2010

Risotto

We made some risotto yesterday evening using plain long grain rice, some dried shitake mushrooms from NYC Chinatown, shallots, garlic, butter and white wine.

We used some of the chicken broth from my first rooster I butchered the day after Christmas with my sister helping. The homemade broth made the risotto much smoother and mellower than the commercial canned or packaged broths.

For Risotto:

Chop some shallots, a few garlic cloves, and some minced parsley and saute in some olive oil mixed with canola oil. You saute the mixture until its blended and the onions and garlic are lightly browned and wilted.

Next add the dry rice and stir that around with the saute in the oil until the rice is golden and smelling very good. Add some salt and pepper and maybe some thyme and other Italian seasonings to your liking. I add some dried, mushrooms that I've soaked in water and cooked lightly for a few minutes and left to sit for awhile. I squeeze the water from them and chop the tops of them into thin slices and saute these into the browned rice. Then you add a big splash of white wine and stir. After the wine is all rendered off, then start adding splashes of chicken broth a little at a time and just stir all this till the broth is absorbed by the rice. Just keep doing this with about 4 cups of broth to maybe about 1 1/2 cups long grain rice. The idea is that the stirring of the broth into the rice makes he rice creamy. When the rice is cooked to where its nice and soft and tastes real good, then just add about 1/2 to 3/4 cup of Parmesan cheese and stir and stir until blended.

You can also pan sear about a 1/2 tsp of saffron in a cast iron pan and toast it a little and then grind it in a mortar and add to the rice mix for extra flavor.

PS - I save the dried mushroom stems and chop them up in a blender and use them for soups later.

2.07.2010

Sneaking Chocolate

I have become a great liar. My Dad came into the kitchen as I was biting into a piece of chocolate my sister brought back from Ithaca. He came into the kitchen and asked if I was eating chocolate and I told him...."no, I don't have any candy!" I hid the piece of chocolate under my tongue and shook my head. He kept asking if it was candy and I kept saying "no".

The chocolate was an expensive piece of candy. They are called truffles and are hand made. My Dad eats sweets almost exclusively now. Its the last taste that he really understands. Sweet according to Michael Pollan is the most primeval taste that we as humans understand. Sweet means the food is good to eat. The savory and tart tastes are acquired with time. My Dad no longer eats food that has more complex tastes like a quiche Lorraine or even shepherds pie. He only really likes ice cream, cookies and pie.

I wasn't about to waste the expensive chocolate on someone who can't understand the difference between a Twinkie and a truffle. So I kept shaking my head like a fool and saying "No, there is no candy around". I felt like a fool.

Bran Muffins

This morning we made bran muffins for breakfast. They have molasses, raisins, nuts, and honey in them to make a racehorse blush. But they have a great taste with coffee.

My sister Erika brought home this recipe from the midwest. When she was thinking about becoming a nurse, she began her career as a home-health caregiver and would bring these muffins to her elderly patients.


Bran Muffins:

(1 dozen muffins)

1/2 cup unprocessed bran
1/2 cup boiling water

Mix together in small bowl and let stand.


1/2 cup brown sugar
1 egg slightly beaten
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/2 tsp vanilla
2 tbs molassas

Mix these 4 ingredients in med mixing bowl and then add:

1 cup buttermilk
1 1/4 tsp baking soda
3/4 cups raisins (I use white and dark raisins)
1/3 cup pecans or other nuts
the cooked bran cereal

Mix these ingredients together and then add:
1 1/4 cups flour
3/4 cup bran
1/14 tsp salt

Bake at 400 for about 20-25 minutes

Variations or additions:
a grated carrot
a grated apple
1/2 cup pumpkin

2.04.2010

Sticky Rice Creations

Okay here is my entry into the sticky rice sculptor contest. That dirty little monkey , I'm just shocked, shocked at what he did!!

I used my recipe for Thai sticky rice that uses the heavy black glutinous rice. I have to soak it for 24 hours, then cook it in a slow cookerwith some coconut cream for another 12 hours, then blend it with eggs and coconut and bake it for 45 minutes or until set. Its very rich and is fun to mold into shapes.

Tomorrow I'll see if I can make a statue of my weimaraner Spencer using sticky rice.

This is a distinguished bunny who is about to deliver a great speech. He's so distinguished!

2.02.2010

Planning the garden

I am missing the fresh vegetables from our garden. I'm one of those salad-eat'in ladies that looks at the salad offerings on a menu before anything else. This is the part of the winter where the salads get made with greens from scary places in California flatlands where the air is seasoned with bug sprays or even worse, chemically green Chilean fields.

I bought some hydroponic red-leaf lettuce while in Ithaca last week and its slightly better than the stuff we get from Wegmans or Sams but I'm still missing the lettuce and greens from the garden. There was still life in the leaves. These winter lettuces from far away have so little taste.

I've got so many ideas for this coming season. I think more ideas than I have time. Plus I'm not sure what's going to be happening with my father's health. But I've got to sit down and order seeds, think about where I'm going to plant them and if I'm going to have my farmers market canopy happening this coming summer.

I am going to try and get involved with Rep Eric Massa's re-election and hopefully protest the Supreme Court decision to allow corporations to fund their choice of candidates and buy their way into office. The Supreme Court never saw any of the Terminator movies I guess.

Dad sat down to breakfast and poured almost an entire pitcher of maple syrup into his coffee. I think its better to just feed him easy food like cold cereal and toast and not entrees that require condiments like maple syrup. He can't seem to put associated things together now. He can't find the cupboard or the container for the donuts we buy him anymore. Spencer points at the cupboard while drooling on the kitchen tiles to give him a hint but he doesn't get it.

2.01.2010

My name is Clarise Precious Jones


..."
Bitch, can we change the
subject?"
Precious the chicken loves to get her head in the trough. She loves fruit except citrus and lettuce ends. She's got a heart of gold for her eggs. ...until you put some applesauce mash in her trough and she forgets all about what she's doing.