tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12213970680841864972024-03-19T02:20:52.243-07:00The Laughing MatriarchA blog of food, recipes, photos, family and fun. Come cook and laugh with me..if not, people will think I'm talking to myself and have me committed. Really, they're looking for an excuse.Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-59366059497143590422019-07-21T16:28:00.001-07:002019-07-21T16:30:15.954-07:00What to Feed a Widow- 307 daysIt's been 307 days since I enjoyed food- 307 days since I shared food with my husband, Ralph.<br />
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It was almost midnight on September 16, 2018, and we stood in our tiny beach-house sharing bites of Ben &Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream after he had stopped at a liquor store and bought me a small carton of the delicious dessert.<br />
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We had spent that Sunday at an all-day concert called Kaaboo in Del Mar and we shared our favorite moments ( his favorite was the lady-band TLC and mine was Katy Perry.) while taking turns eating out of the carton with forks. (It's a family tradition to use forks.)<br />
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The ice cream was delicious.<br />
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The next day, while I was out, he died of a sudden heart attack. I haven't enjoyed food since that night, but it's time.<br />
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I've lost 17 pounds since he left (he came to me in a dream and told me I was too thin. As if.) and I've moved three times. I cooked at Thanksgiving and Christmas, but the food was flavored with my tears.<br />
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I recently moved in with family and I've been cooking again. It's a form of meditation and it makes me happy to feed people. (I occasionally eat what I cook...it's going to take time.)<br />
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I need to write again while I cook because this blog holds so many happy memories and I want- no I NEED to make new memories.<br />
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My husband of 40 years loved that I cooked for so many people and he enjoyed helping me plan dinner parties. He's not here anymore, but I am. I'm still a matriarch and soon- with the help of family and friends- I will once again cook for family and friends and be the Laughing Matriarch.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Last Photo was taken at Kaaboo- Del Mar- Sept. 16, 2018</td></tr>
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<br />Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-6160237621903535032016-10-09T12:40:00.001-07:002016-10-09T12:40:15.044-07:00Big House, Big Mess<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For the past five days we've been house/<a href="http://www.petsmart.com/">dog sitting</a> in a 1400-square foot home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's too damn big!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You would think that I would covet a kitchen with <a href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/home-products/stainless-steel-cleaner-reviews/">stainless steel</a> appliances ( they get dirty fast) and marble counter tops, ( can you cut on these or not? The $1 million question. I did not, Ruth.) Hardwood floors and lots of cupboard space- but I don't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's a lovely kitchen, but I like my tiny space. Wait, I choose my tiny space!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I found out these past few days that the two of us make a big-ass mess and I'm tired of walking 20- feet to the bathroom. I get my exercise the old- fashioned way- by going outside and actually exercising.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've made some decent meals here in the <a href="http://www.bighousewines.com/">big house</a>, but also made big messes, so on Tuesday, when we get back into our <a href="http://www.rvsalesofbroward.com/">RV</a> with the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Small-Kitchen-Recipes-Cooking-World/dp/0061998249">tiny kitchen,</a> I will be once again, a happy camper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stay tuned for an apple<a href="https://julian-pie.myshopify.com/"> pie recipe from Julian</a>, CA.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">PORK CHOPS WITH HONEY-BALSAMIC GLAZE</span><br />
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<br />Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-25655024111966210252016-09-23T10:16:00.001-07:002016-09-23T10:16:46.857-07:00The Laughing Matriarch Moves into a Tiny House...<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">How can it be three years since I last posted? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, moving here and there and everywhere. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Helping relatives deal and win their battles with cancer.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And buying and moving into a 30-foot, 32-year-old recreational vehicle. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Holy crap, my house is so tiny</i>...<b><span style="color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></b></span></span><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">I ain't got room to change my mind.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> My house is so small..when I drop a Kleenex I have wall to wall carpet.</span></span></b></span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"></span></span> (Thanks- I'll be here all week.)</span></span></b></span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space">The small size forces me to wash the dishes immediately, and I don't waste much food because there is no such thing as leftovers, because I've finally taught myself to downsize my recipes. Oh, and I have a tiny fridge.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<br />Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-71461789644148978052013-11-26T20:17:00.000-08:002013-11-26T20:41:57.039-08:00The Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past<span style="font-size: large;">I've cooked a lot of turkeys in my lifetime, but every one of them has a special place in my heart.</span><br />
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Before The Husband came on the scene, our Thanksgiving dinners were quiet. Mom and Dad did the dishes and put away the food faster than I could finish my pumpkin pie. With no siblings around I pretty much did all the talking. <br />
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I still do.<br />
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But once I met The Husband all bets were off. Two loud, rowdy, ribald (look it up) brothers and an ex-Marine dad, and you have recipe for a kick-ass Thanksgiving dinner.<br />
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My mother-in-law- God bless her soul- tried for class and decorum, but rarely succeeded. <br />
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In my second or so year of marriage I took over the festivities.<br />
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And the tradition began. Tables were set with china, tablecloths and candles. Mom made the gravy (a seemingly week-long recipe. But so, so worth it.) Bocce balls were tossed in the front yard and football was on the TV in two rooms. We always ate outside...except once when it actually rained.<br />
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But, as in life, there are back-stories to perfection.<br />
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That time the green bean casserole flew out of the oven and on to the floor. And my sister-in-laws and I scooped it all up and put in back in the dish and served it with a smile.<br />
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My second year of hosting when the day before Thanksgiving as I prepared the food I let a just released lady prisoner into my home to wait for her friends to pick her up. She happily, and very detailed, told me how she had tried to kill her husband...while showing me her cool brass knuckles. <br />
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The Husband finally came home and escorted her out the door.<br />
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And that first year when we moved into our new house in Vista and realized...too late... that we had propane to heat the water. And we were out. Of hot water.<br />
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We bathed in the hot tub and boiled a crap-load of water to wash the dishes. ( The Realtor -not Laurie- might have mentioned the propane to me but she was too busy trying to seduce The Husband while showing him the house. Sheesh, and I paid her a commission!)<br />
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A few years ago the tradition ended, as traditions often do. Family members passed away. Others grew less rowdy. We moved out of the state. We flew to Canada to be with the son for the holiday. (Another story; I once accidentally poured the boiling water that was cooking the beans- it involved talking- onto my leg. Instead of going to the hospital, I drank more wine. My scar is almost gone. My son and Miss Lydia are most likely still scarred.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Samuel carving a Canadian turkey.</td></tr>
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We moved to Washington five years ago and had friends over for indoor golf , turkey and mac n cheese, which was great, but we missed the rest of the crew.<br />
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This year we returned to California and had an early dinner with the relatives and the daughter, serving it on a door covered with a tablecloth.<br />
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This week (actually Friday. Sigh.) we will do it again in Canada with the son and a group of his friends in a hotel in downtown Vancouver. (Please be a regular-sized oven!)<br />
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But no matter the day or time or size of the crowd, it's still Thanksgiving for the Laughing Matriarch.<br />
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The great thing about this holiday is that I get to pour my heart and soul into the pies and stuffing and turkey...and wine. Sometimes it turns out, sometimes it doesn't.<br />
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You know what the best thing about our big-ass, oddball, non-traditional family is? (Get ready to call the cornball police)<br />
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We always have leftovers of hugs and laughter.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.<br />
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" Isn’t it peculiar, Charlie Brown, how some traditions just slowly fade away?"</span> Lucy Van Pelt<br />
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<br />Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-2041883634853240342013-11-25T18:57:00.000-08:002013-11-25T18:58:34.848-08:00Thanksgiving Part Duex, Eh?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Even she (I) is confused. Why am I talking/writing in third person?<br />
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OK, xanax has been taken and wine poured. Breathe.<br />
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The one thing I am sure of- to borrow Oprah's silly expression - (because seriously, she's probably sure of about $2.7 billion things) is that it's my favorite time of year to cook --- yay Thanksgiving! Oh, and Christmas! And my birthday!<br />
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But I will chill. Let's get through Thanksgiving first. Which I already did last week! HA! 15 people at the house. Best turkey ever, football, laughter, leftovers, blah, blah, blah.<br />
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But I am doing it again. On Friday, Nov. 29th in Canada. With my son and some of his friends. <br />
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Ahhh, youth.<br />
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So until tonight I thought I was cooking/warming stuff up in my hotel room for the three of us. But silly me did not check Facebook. It's 12 guests! YAY!!<br />
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Luckily I started cooking items like cornbread and wheat bread for the stuffing. Cookies. Ginger pecans. <br />
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And cranberry sauce. Yummy, sweet and tart cranberry sauce.<br />
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Last week I phoned the cranberry sauce in. Who cares, with all the cheese plates and dips and chips and gravy right? <br />
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But I do love turkey sandwich leftovers created with Best Foods and cranberry sauce. To...die...for.<br />
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So finally I will cut to the damn chase:<br />
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I grabbed the usual suspects from the freezer/cupboard and store:<br />
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That is NOT a martini. It was the closest glass I had to pour in the maple syrup. Truth!<br />
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I tossed the ingrediants..except for that chocolate bar- what, am I some kind of hoser?- into a pan and boiled it all up into a frothy, yummy mess.<br />
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OK...that photo is not frothing....I think I was distracted when it did the bubble dance.<br />
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So then I added some damn oranges that cost me more than I could have sold the whole orange tree I have in California.<br />
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And THEN...bippity boppity boo...I made cranberry sauce. <br />
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Pecan/ pumpkin pie (all in one pie!) to be made tomorrow... because why make two pies when you can also eat cake?<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><em>" Most turkeys taste better the day after; my mother's tasted better the day before." </em></span><span style="color: black;"><strong>Rita Rudner</strong></span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-32656303875015548862013-09-15T20:13:00.000-07:002013-09-15T20:13:38.558-07:00Eating to Cope
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have a lot on my plate these days. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I moved...again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mom has cancer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Baby Girl is…off her
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, the great thing is I now live in California...back where I belong…and I
have a kitchen...and plates, and pans. So I can cope. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is a basic/I can pull my shit together dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Steak. Potatoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-8140369846397531522013-09-04T16:41:00.002-07:002013-09-04T16:41:46.411-07:00Cheese + Cake = Love
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">" I've been creating cheesecakes since 1978."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I had a cheesecake store that phrase
would go on the sign. Actually, I used to sell cheesecakes professionally. Two restaurants
and family and friends bought my Lindy’s New York-style cheesecakes for a year
or so back in the day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Big, fat-filled three-pound cheesecakes chockfull of eggs
and sugar and of course, cream cheese. And the crust- no graham crackers for
us. (A poet- cook no less.) A yummy, shortbread-style crust encircled MY (and
Lindy’s) cheesecakes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I started to add candy, like tootsie rolls and Snickers. I
made pumpkin for the holidays and chocolate just because. Fresh fruit and booze
went into some and plain cheesecakes topped with whipped or sour cream which soon became
favorites.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My friend Julie and I
once wolfed down an entire Pina Colada cheesecake (sans forks) on the front
stoop of my house as we watched the planes land at the airport below.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">OK, that was definitely in the 70’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But then my children took over my life and I needed a
professional kitchen and so Mrs. Reed’s Cheesecakes quietly closed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And honestly, I was sick to death of cheesecake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But every now and then a cheesecake is requested
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If there was ever a time for cheesecake it’s this week.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I need to devote my attention to measuring and blending and
stirring. I need to forget about cancer (for at least a few hours) and pay
attention to cracking the eggs and slicing the strawberries. I need to mix and
press the crust into the pan; not perfect, but just so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This will be a cheesecake filled with positive vibes, hope,
a few tears and possibly some magic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The recipe is just a little different than my usual cakes,
but I wanted to mix it up a little, be a little more creative and brave try
something new as my daughter has requested a cheesecake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she buys more Sara
Lee frozen cheesecake I will only give her one piece of this one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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near a bakery doesn't mean you have to go without cheesecake. Hedy Lamarr<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-19698300978218531172013-09-01T16:14:00.002-07:002013-09-01T16:24:42.849-07:00Food for Comfort and Comfort for Food; Part I<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As the Laughing Matriarch</span>, I laugh through about 98% of my life, but
recently cancer made an uninvited and unexpected visited to my immediate family. Even a smile is hard to come by these days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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After a few weeks of tears and anger and confusion, I felt
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This isn't to say that the next few weeks/months won't be filled with tears, but I will do my damnedest to at least smile in the face of pain and confusion- and fucking cancer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course, I still don’t have my own kitchen (next week I
will!) but this lovely temporary one provided by my favorite female cousin will
do just fine.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the air conditioner cranked and an iced espresso with Bailey’s
at my side, I will start this important/positive week off by cooking up the
best potato salad recipe I’ve ever tasted- courtesy of the Pioneer Woman. (I will mention my slight adjustments.)</span></div>
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This is the real deal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Screw the Costco Bucket O' Crap
and don’t you dare bring potato salad from Vons to a gathering.<em> </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Mon dueu!</em> (I still
love France.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ask your hostess if you can bring something else if you can’t boil potatoes and eggs.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">" Perfect Potato Salad for 20 or So." For the full-on recipe go to: </span><a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/06/fourth-of-july-week-perfect-potato-salad/"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/06/fourth-of-july-week-perfect-potato-salad/</span></a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smash & mash. (But don't use the ricer- yuck!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you don't have one of these things go buy one now. RUN! (Thank you, Cissy.)</td></tr>
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Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-46168680140336929302013-07-21T20:25:00.000-07:002013-07-21T20:25:15.757-07:00Without KitchenIt's been so long since I posted. <i>But</i> I never stopped cooking.<br />
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Since we left the snowy shores of Chelan, WA, (and my favorite kitchen of all time) last February, we have been house-hopping.<br />
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Which means cooking in kitchens that are not mine. Where is the spatula? Where is an egg pan? Mixing bowl? Espresso maker? Really?<br />
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It's been a challenge and an adventure.<br />
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I've concocted oysters Rockefeller with a group of best friends on cozy Orcas Island...<br />
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and pork chops at BFF Valerie's cabin-by-the-sea nestled among the inviting bluffs in Del Mar, CA., with the sound of the ocean and laughter drowning out the sizzle of the meat.<br />
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I have whipped up my homemade mac and cheese with onions and goat cheese in cousin Cissy's magnificent kitchen in East San Diego to her delight and cooked BBQ ribs at pal Ronna's beautiful home overlooking Seattle for the hardworking Husband.<br />
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What a terrible life I lead.<br />
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I am a woman without a kitchen...but I am a woman with friends. Which do you think is more important?<br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>"Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."</i> <span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000046/?ref_=tt_trv_qu"><span class="character">Blanche DuBois</span></a>:</span></span></b><br />
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Oysters Rockefeller:<br />
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2 1/2 dozen oysters in their shells, freshly shucked and drained, the deeper bottom shell rinsed and reserved for baking. ( I used fresh Judd Cover oysters...)</span></li>
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1 recipe <a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/aspen-2006-rockefeller-sauce-base">Rockefeller Sauce Base</a>
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<span> Preheat the oven to 400°. Spread a 1/2-inch-thick layer of rock salt on a
large baking sheet and across the bottoms of 6 large plates.
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Arrange the reserved oyster shells on the baking sheet. Put 1 oyster in
each shell and top with 2 to 3 tablespoons of the sauce, spreading the
sauce evenly out to the edge of the shell to completely cover the
oyster. (Alternatively, transfer the sauce to a pastry bag fitted with a
plain tip and pipe the sauce over the oysters.)
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Bake until the sauce is lightly browned and the oysters begin to curl around the edges, about 20 minutes.
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Using tongs or a spatula, carefully transfer the hot shells to the salt-covered plates and serve immediately.
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<li><span itemprop="ingredients">Rock salt
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2 1/2 dozen oysters in their shells, freshly shucked and drained, the deeper bottom shell rinsed and reserved for baking. Buy an oyster shucking knife and wear gloves! (Don't doubt me on this!)</span></li>
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<span itemprop="ingredients"> 6 ounces spinach, stems removed and rinsed
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1 stick (4 ounces) unsalted butter
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2 3/4 cups finely chopped yellow onions
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1/4 cup finely chopped celery
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1 tablespoon minced garlic
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2 tablespoons Herbsaint or other anise-flavored liqueur, such as Pernod or Pastis
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1/2 teaspoon salt
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1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
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1/2 cup cracker meal or cracker crumbs</span></li>
<li><span itemprop="ingredients">BACON- chopped </span></li>
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<span itemprop="ingredients">
1 recipe <a href="http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/aspen-2006-rockefeller-sauce-base">Rockefeller Sauce Base</a>:</span><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Recipe"><ol itemprop="recipeInstructions">
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Bring 1 quart of water to a boil in a medium pot. Add the spinach and
cook until very tender and the water is green, 5 to 6 minutes. Drain the
spinach in a colander set over a large bowl and reserve 2 3/4 cups of
the cooking liquid. Let the spinach sit until cool enough to handle,
then finely chop, and set aside.
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Melt the butter in a medium pot over moderately high heat. When the
butter is foamy, add the onions, celery and garlic and cook, stirring,
until softened, about 3 minutes. Add the reserved spinach water, bring
to a boil and cook for 1 minute. Add the chopped spinach, liqueur, salt
and pepper and simmer, stirring occasionally, until the mixture reduces
slightly, about 10 minutes. Remove from the heat, add the cracker meal and stir well to combine. Cool completely before
using. Top with bacon. (Carolee's idea- YUM!)</li>
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The sauce can be refrigerated for up to 3 days. </div>
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<ol itemprop="recipeInstructions">
<li>
Preheat the oven to 400°. Spread a 1/2-inch-thick layer of rock salt on a
large baking sheet and across the bottoms of 6 large plates.
</li>
<li>
Arrange the reserved oyster shells on the baking sheet. Put 1 oyster in
each shell and top with 2 to 3 tablespoons of the sauce, spreading the
sauce evenly out to the edge of the shell to completely cover the
oyster. (Alternatively, transfer the sauce to a pastry bag fitted with a
plain tip and pipe the sauce over the oysters.)
</li>
<li>
Bake until the sauce is lightly browned and the oysters begin to curl around the edges, about 20 minutes.
</li>
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Using tongs or a spatula, carefully transfer the hot shells to the salt-covered plates and serve immediately.</li>
</ol>
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I make a brisket you would be lucky to taste. I smother my children with love and brag about them to strangers on the street. And I love, love, love latkes. I seem to have some sort of natural talent for concocting crispy, subtly-sweet potato pancakes. Could be the non-Jewish bacon fat I use instead of schmaltz. I mean, who has schmalzt when you need it?<br />
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Since it's the first night of <span class="st" dir="ltr">Hanukkah and I hate being left out of celebrations, I cooked up some of my infamous latkes with home- made applesauce, and sour cream and chives to serve alongside a pork roast. I said I <em>should</em> be a Jewish mother...</span><br />
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<span class="st" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: large;"> Lovely Little Latkes</span></span><br />
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<span class="st" dir="ltr"> Latkes and pork...after the bacon fat all bets are off.</span><br />
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<span class="st" dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: red;"><em>Anytime a person goes into a delicatessen and orders a pastrami
on white bread, somewhere a Jew dies. <b>Milton Berle</b></em></span></span></span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-28076725340994813602012-09-23T09:10:00.000-07:002012-09-26T10:47:03.534-07:00Apple Crisp<span style="font-size: large;">Three years ago I moved to the 'Apple Capitol of the World." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Who knew?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately the place is on fire.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fortunately many of the apples have been picked and the folks out there picking the apples are tough and have a fantastic work ethic..being from Mexico and all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ANYWAY, I recently found this recipe because I have about 100 pounds of apples on my own tree and in the past I have make applesauce, apple butter, apple crisp, apple Brown Betty, apple pancakes, apple juice, apple pop tarts (recipe a few posts back) apple bread...well, you get the drift. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I needed a new recipe and lucky for me I found this fantastic cupcake site where I found this yummy, yummy apple cupcake recipe: <a href="http://bakeitinacake.com/recipes/applebuttercupcakes">http://bakeitinacake.com/recipes/applebuttercupcakes</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I make my own Apple Butter from this recipe: <a href="http://www.pickyourown.org/applebutter.htm">http://www.pickyourown.org/applebutter.htm</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another way to make these cupcakes is to say the hell with it and buy a box of white cake mix or I am thinking a spice cake box recipe, make the frosting and toss in homemade or...if you must, store bought apple butter and toss it in the mix.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As for me, I had to leave Apple Country for a week because the smoke was driving me crazy and I couldn't go outside and pick my apples. I'm here on an island with my mom, so I won't be cooking for a bit.</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">"I tell you, all politics is apple sauce." -- Will Rogers</span></em><br />
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Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-879424875603496302012-07-14T20:47:00.001-07:002012-07-14T20:49:07.635-07:00Drunken French Toast<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The night before Bastille Day I has an epiphany.</span> (That's a French word.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I shall make a breakfast pudding!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've made this French Toast/Bread Pudding/Breakfast Casserole before, but last night I had polished off a few ( 3?) Cosmo's on a booze cruise on the lake in our boat. When I arrived home, I immediately set to work and started tossing the breakfast together for the next morning's party.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I followed my recipe which I found in</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Diane Mott Davidson’s book, “Crunch Time.” And then...I decided to add some cherries that I had picked myself and soaked in brandy last week.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Then I saw the cooked bacon, sliced it up and added it as well. I think I might have poured one last little bitty Cosmo and then toddled off to bed.</span><br />
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creamy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Add the eggs, one at a time, and
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<span style="font-size: large;">The kids live far away- but they called- so it's up to me to give 'The Husband' the royal Father's Day treatment. Steak and eggs for breakfast AND I cleaned the kitchen and did the laundry. (His regular jobs- what can I say?) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He took a hike over the mountains and through the brush and then went for a Flexi (Flyer) ride (he's crazy,)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> and then he settled in- like millions of other dads- to watch the U.S. Open.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Hey, they have this thing at the Olympic C.C. called Billy Dogs, can we have those tonight?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Yeah, sure, " I said as I rubbed his feet and poured him a boubon while wearing a bikini.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My kids so owe me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But actually, all I had to do was make the burger look like a hot dog, toss it on the grill and I was done. (Don't tell him how easy it was.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> 'The Husband' was semi-happy. He bit into his burger-dog and watched his man Furyk implode and hottie Web Simpson win. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank Gawd tomorrow is Monday and we go back to normal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Honey, I like my eggs poached.</span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-56549511907053077612012-05-22T11:45:00.000-07:002012-05-22T11:46:33.851-07:00Nanny Couldn't Make Jello!<span style="font-size: large;">Seriously- she was my favorite person in the world, but Lois could not cook. Her Jello was lumpy and her mash potatoes were runny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But she knew a good contest when she saw one. She entered recipe contests and cooking contests and all kinds of sweepstakes. I think she won a TV (black and white) and maybe a few trips, but other than that, she spent a lot on postage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is a contest that she entered in 1949. I found this in her scrapbook.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She couldn't cook, but she could dish up the love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is the "Just Name That Dish" Recipe:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Heat 3 tbsp shortening and add 1/2 cup celery, 2 tbs green pepper and onion, all finely chopped and 1 pound ground beef.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Gradually stir in 1/3 cup of water and cook until thickened.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mix a recipe for baking powder biscuits using 2 cups flour. Roll out onto floured surface- 10 x 12' and spread w/meat mixture. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Roll as for jelly roll. Seal edges and bake on a baking sheet at 400 degrees for 25 minutes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Serve immediately with Brussels Sprouts, spices crab apples and a medium white sauce to which chopped parsley has been added."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yield 6-8 servings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hmm..'Biscuit 'n Meat Roll?</span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-38817732361419905162012-04-01T17:22:00.000-07:002012-04-01T17:22:06.920-07:00The World is my Lobster!<span style="font-size: large;">Last week, for no reason other than he is AWESOME, The Husband purchased lobster tails, broiled them, served them up and cleaned the kitchen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For the most part he can cook, but he has only one or two recipes - baked chicken and tacos. Both are marvelous, but I'll take the lobster please!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He's made these buttery delights before, but he forgot how, so he threw caution to the wind and broiled these puppies...guppies up, and served them with melted butter. </span><br />
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<h2><span class="indquote_link"><i style="color: red;">"We should have gotten steaks, 'cause they don't have legs. They don't run around.</i><span style="color: red;">" Alvy Singer</span></span></h2><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
</div>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-82154718989908592122011-09-15T14:52:00.000-07:002011-09-15T14:52:23.513-07:00It's Been a While...<span style="font-size: large;">because we live on a damn-fine lake in the high desert of Washington.</span><br />
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And people come to visit. And I cook and I clean and I cook and I entertain and I cook. So that's why I haven't posted. But good news- I'm baaaack!<br />
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Last week we had the September book club at Reed's Last Resort here in Chelan. This is the first time the folks back home in CA were able to experience summertime. I think they thought it rains 361 days a year here. Uh, no, that would be Seattle.<br />
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So this first post is about a little sandwich I prepared for our afternoon of boating. I wanted it to be easy and fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These tomatoes are from my friend Patty's garden- so lucky!</td></tr>
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Like you-know-who. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We grew the lettuce- even luckier!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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So I tried to remember what went into one of those yummy sandwiches we used to buy at Nicalosi's in San Diego before the Aztec games back in the day when I pretended to like football. (Before marriage)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good and messy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our lunch spot- a few miles down the lake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carolee- who looks like she needs to eat the whole sandwich.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think he likes it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The three Stooges after lunch</td></tr>
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So this is what I came up with- Chelan Chub Chanwich. (OK, that sucks, but I'm kind of busy here.)<br />
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</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="color: red;">“How can one make friends without exquisite dishes! It is mainly through the table that one governs!”</i></span><br />
<span style="color: maroon;">Jean-Jacques Regis de Cambaceres French politician (1713-1824)</span></span><br />
Chelan Chub Chanwich<br />
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<tr><td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1</span> <span class="name">loaf of Italian or French bread (18 inches)</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1/2 cup</span> <span class="name">mayonnaise</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"><span class="amount">1/4 cup</span> <span class="name">Italian dressing</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="amount">6</span> <span class="name">large lettuce leaves</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="name">sliced ham</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="name">hard salami</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="name">pastrami</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="amount">1/4 pound</span> <span class="name">provolone cheese</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"><img alt="" height="13" src="http://www.recipetips.com/images/spacer.gif" width="5" /></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="amount">1/4 pound</span> <span class="name">mild cheddar cheese</span></span></td> </tr>
<tr> <td align="left" valign="top" width="5"></td> <td align="left" valign="top"></td> <td align="left" valign="top" width="99%"><span class="ingredient"> <span class="amount">1</span> <span class="name">small red onion, sliced thin</span></span></td></tr>
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<ul><li>Split bread lengthwise.</li>
<li>Mix mayonnaise and salad dressing together until well blended and spread mixture onto both cut surfaces of the bread. </li>
<li>Place the lettuce on the bottom half of the bread; top with ham, hard salami, and pastrami, sliced cheeses and red onions. Top with second half of the bread. Cut into six servings and enjoy. Serves 6 or so</li>
</ul>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0Chelan, WA, USA47.8409698 -120.0164591000000247.815007300000005 -120.08922160000002 47.8669323 -119.94369660000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-77658426864028374052011-07-30T16:46:00.000-07:002011-07-30T16:54:54.517-07:00Camp Food...<div style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's not just beans and wieners anymore.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h1 class="plaincharacterwrap fn" id="itemTitle"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="itemreviewed">Balsamic Bruschetta Mix</span></span></h1></td></tr>
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We're leaving for Yellowstone in the morning...and other places. (The TestyFest-- <a href="http://www.testyfesty.com/"><cite>www.<b>testyfesty</b>.com</cite> </a>is on the itinerary!) The van is packed with my down comforter and 300 thread count sheets and my sleep mask.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Oven-Baked Extra Thick Bacon</b></td></tr>
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The cooler is filled with chardonnay and camping gourmet delights. I prepared some of the food ahead of time so I don't have to slave over a hot campfire all day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Hopefully Enough Wine-If It Doesn't Rain.</b></td></tr>
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If I am going to sleep in the Great Outdoors at my age I want my espresso and Baileys, thank you very much.<br />
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If a bear doesn't eat me there will be more posts.<br />
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<div style="color: blue;">"I'm smarter than the average bear!" Yogi Bear</div><br />
Blueberry Pecan Waffles for Campers<br />
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Before you leave:<br />
<ul class="clr"><li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">1 1/3</span> <span class="type">cups</span></span> <span class="name"> flour </span> </span> </li>
<li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">4 </span> <span class="type">teaspoons</span></span> <span class="name"> baking powder </span> </span> </li>
<li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">1/2</span> <span class="type">teaspoon</span></span> <span class="name"> salt </span> </span> </li>
<li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">2 </span> <span class="type">teaspoons</span></span> <span class="name"> sugar </span> </span> </li>
<li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">2 </span> <span class="type"></span></span> <span class="name"> eggs, separated </span> </span> </li>
<li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">1/2</span> <span class="type">cup</span></span> <span class="name"> butter, melted </span> </span> </li>
<li class="ingredient"> <span class="ingredient"><span class="amount"><span class="value">1 3/4</span> <span class="type">cups</span></span> <span class="name"> milk</span></span></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="ingredient"><span class="name">Blueberries-handful or so</span></span></li>
<li class="ingredient"><span class="ingredient"><span class="name">Chopped pecans- as many as you want.</span></span></li>
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<ol><li><i></i> In a large mixing bowl, whisk together all dry ingredients.</li>
<li><i></i> Separate the eggs, adding the yolks to the dry ingredient mixture, and placing the whites in a small mixing bowl.</li>
<li><i></i> Beat whites until moderately stiff; set aside.</li>
<li><i></i> Add milk and melted butter to dry ingredient mixture and blend.</li>
<li><i></i> Fold stiff egg whites into mixture.</li>
<li>Add blueberries and pecans</li>
<li><i></i> Ladle mixture into hot waffle iron and bake.</li>
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<div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">When done and cool, place in a Ziploc and freeze. When you are camping take them out of the cooler and place them in a fry pan on the camp stove to warm or if you're really screwed, wrap in foil and place on the fire. Add butter and syrup and pretend you're at the Hyatt.</div>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-58651140715591630692011-07-23T09:14:00.000-07:002011-07-23T09:14:17.118-07:00My Friend Julie Makes Better Cookies....BUT these turned out pretty damn good!<br />
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It was a long day of writing and I had a sudden urge to make cookies- <i>ADD can be fun</i>- so I wandered away from the computer and started searching for ingredients.<br />
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I had a serious hankering for peanut butter and chocolate but the peanut butter was almost gone so I came up with orange chocolate chip cookies.<br />
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The batter tasted sooooo good that I'm lucky to have kept some for the actual cookies.<br />
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But I did.<br />
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I ate a few before remembering I haven't worked out very much this month so I sent some to my daughter, froze some for my son who visits next month and had The Husband hide some for me later.<br />
And I'm mailing some off to my friend Julie.<br />
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<i><span style="color: red;">"Sometimes me think what is love, and then me think love is what last cookie is for. Me give up the last cookie for you." </span></i><span style="color: red;">C</span><span style="color: red;">ookie Monster</span><br />
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<h3>Ingredients</h3><ul><li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 2 cups all-purpose flour</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1 tablespoon baking powder</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1/2 teaspoon salt</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 3/4 cup unsalted butter</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1/2 cup white sugar</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1 cup packed brown sugar</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1 tablespoon orange zest or OJ or dried orange peel</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1 teaspoon vanilla extract</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 2 eggs</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"> 1 1/2 cups milk chocolate chips</li>
</ul><div style="border-top: 1px #ccc dotted; margin-top: 20px; width: 300px;"> </div><div class="directions" style="margin-top: 10px;"> <h3> Directions</h3><ol><li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease cookie sheets. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Sift flour, baking powder and salt into and set aside. Cream butter, sugars, orange zest and vanilla extract together in a large bowl until light and fluffy. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Add eggs one at a time beating well after adding each one. Add dry ingredients and stir until combined. Stir in chocolate chips and mix until well blended. Try not to eat all the cookie dough. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Drop dough by slightly rounded tablespoonfuls 2 inches apart on cookie sheets. Flatten slightly. Bake cookies for 15 or 16 minutes or until golden. Cool on the cookie sheets. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break">Hide most of the cookies so you don't eat them all at once. </span></li>
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</span></i>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0Chelan, WA, USA47.8409698 -120.0164591000000247.815007300000005 -120.08922160000002 47.8669323 -119.94369660000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-75248197999378096322011-06-23T18:47:00.000-07:002011-06-23T18:47:21.832-07:00On The Road Again....And I feel fat.<br />
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Which I should since I think I went out to lunch or dinner every day that I was in California/Arizona. That's 14 days of eating burgers and chicken sandwiches and Cobb salads. Not to mention the family dinners I cooked at my friend Valerie's house. Or the wonderful food at our book club at Pete and Pam's. Or Father's Day at Frank and Ruth's. And don't get be started on the smorgasboard of booze and food at Craig and Carolee's. Oh God I am stuffed!<br />
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Where's a vomitorium when you need one?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My daughter Aja and I cooking in my friend Val's very tiny, but well-stocked kitchen. Mommy needs a big knife!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My niece-in-law Hilda "cooking" a salad. We give her a pass in the kitchen because she chases bad guys.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My son-in-law Chad who saved more than one night of drunken BBQ. This here is pork and mac & cheese.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stuffed potato's that Pam made for book club. She serves THE best wine in East County.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh so good short ribs at book club dinner. Yes, I know, I went crazy on the veggies.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Husband is kinda old. He likes to drink so we now take precautions.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carolee's famous Bloody Marys. I hear they are THE BEST. I have never had one because I do not care for Bloody Marys. Which proves I am not an alcoholic. Well, to me anyway.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of alcoholics. Not sure this is what Starbucks had in mind when they created these wonderful cups.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Six hours spent on the Colorado River in 107 degree heat and Carolee still manages to feed us proper. Barbie CAN COOK!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The best Pina Colada's you will ever taste! Recipe included. Because this is a cooking blog, not just a "show off my vacation photos," blog.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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4th Of July Pina Colada Recipe<br />
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1/2 a can of CoCo Lopez. Or half a can of some other "Cream of Coconut." DO NOT use some lame-ass bottle of "Pina Colada" mix. If you do then you deserve the nasty after-taste that comes with it. (Buy it at BevMo or Wal-Mart also has it for CHEAP!)<br />
Toss the mix into a blender full of ice. Add 1 small can of pineapple juice. A splash of half and half or cream and as much rum as you want. (cheap rum is fine- you are allowed to scrimp. But remember what I said about the bottled mix.)<br />
Turn the blender on and keep it going until all of the ice has been turned into a thick, wonderful Hawaiian concoction. Pour into a glass or jelly jars and top with a floater of 151 or Meyer's rum. Or the cheap stuff if that's all you have. You will now be spoiled and won't ever be able to order a Pina Colada at Applebee's again!<br />
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* I learned to make these back in the early 80's at our friend's 4th of July BBQ. We would make hamburgers and hot dogs and home made ice cream and oh Jeezuz...I need an ice cream maker!!)Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-3387583280054095392011-05-20T19:06:00.000-07:002011-05-20T19:06:48.787-07:00It's the End of the World as We Know It...And I feel fine!<br />
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I mean, look around at the beauty of this place. What kind of God would destroy a world such as this? None, that's who.<br />
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But, just to jump on the old Rapture bandwagon, The Husband and I took a two-hour hike through the forest. Surrounded by trees and flowers and deer and I'm pretty sure there were a few bears lurking around- which would have been the end of me if I saw one.<br />
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After the hike we drove down to a spot above Lake Chelan and had a picnic. A few raindrops fell from the sky on our dinner, but it just added to the wonder of it all.<br />
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So here is the dinner that could very well be our last- but I doubt it.<br />
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<i>“I feel the end approaching. Quick, bring me my dessert, coffee and liqueur.”</i><br />
<span style="color: maroon;">Anthelme Brillat-Savarin's great aunt Pierette </span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-66873883387936131552011-05-14T11:59:00.000-07:002011-05-14T13:16:44.035-07:00This is What 5 Pounds Looks Like-Last week The Husband and I left the Lake and took off for Canada to visit the Boy-Child (B.C.) But as usual, we couldn't just drive the five hours across the border and be done with it...oh no!<br />
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Our first stop was Bellingham, Wa- a town that I write about for work and have only driven past- what have we been missing?<br />
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A very cool/hip college town, thank you very much. Upon a recommendation, we stopped in at the Copper Hog (their motto:The Copper Hog. Where the beer flows like wine and the women flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I don't get it either.) for a late lunch and to watch the Kentucky Derby. (Yelp reviews be damned!) <br />
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<a href="http://thecopperhog.com/">http://thecopperhog.com/</a><br />
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Awesome staff, old drunk guy at the bar, great food and perfect ambiance! I had a fancy Big Mac-like-burger and a few glasses of vino and The Husband scarfed down his fish & chips with Skookum beer. (Skookum..that word makes us laugh.)<br />
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My horse didn't win, but this place sure did! (yes, lame-ass sentence, but I'm tired, it's Saturday and this is just a blog, OK?) <br />
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Our next stop was some B&B in the middle of nowhere- a different nowhere- since that's also where we live! But this was more...in-the-woods-where-the-hell-are-you-taking-me kind of nowhere. Near Mt Baker. Heard of it? Well normally you can see it from everywhere in Washington, since it's a huge-ass mountain, but this time of year is was covered in clouds. But no matter- there was a hot tub!<br />
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So we drive up to this beautiful three-story place, we are greeted by the gal who runs the joint, shown our room and she leaves. As is, takes off. Goes home. Leaving us all alone. The only people in the whole damn place! Sure we could have rummaged through the house, peeked in medicine cabinets and looked in underwear drawers but...there was a hot tub! (And that whole video camera thing at the Spokane Best Western is still freaking me out.)<br />
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In the morning our innkeeper returned to make us blueberry waffles, bacon and granola- and I stashed the size 2 jeans in the suitcase and put on the 4's.<br />
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So off we went to the great country of Canada- bringing across the border lots of cheese, steaks, home made jam and alcohol (shh) for the B.C. and his housemates. It was Mother's Day after all.<br />
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That night we went for a Mom Day dinner at a trendy spot called, "Cafeteria," in Vancouver. It was good. It was expensive. It was Vancouver.<br />
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For breakfast the B.C took us to a rather dodgy looking cafe called The Dutch Wooden Shoe Cafe. It was at first glance- tacky. At second glance it was tacky as well, but the menu was huge. Being part Dutch, The Husband was pleased.<br />
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The food was great and we spent quality time with the B.C. <i>Dank je wel!</i><br />
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By now the Pepto and Beano are being consumed, but there's one more stop.<br />
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In Seattle, before putting the B.C. and Gal-Pal on the plane (bound for Portugal and Spain- they're young and thin, so they can eat all they want.) we went to dinner at Peso's in the Queen Anne area of Seattle.<br />
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The food was great. Tacos!Carnitas! Margaritas! (No, not as good as San Diego Mexican food- just deal with it Washington.) The service was a little slow and when I mentioned that one of our party had not received their food, the manager hustled off to get it ASAP. Better yet, it was missing from the tab.<br />
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Three stars for Pesos! <br />
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So now that we are home it's cabbage soup, rice cakes, water, and (almost) no alcohol. Added to this regime are 5-mile walks and every exercise video we own playing 24/7 to at least fit the size 4 jeans again... and maybe squeeze into the 2's before our next trip. Let's not even talk about bathing suits.<br />
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Suffice to say, I am safansified.* <br />
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*(not a real word, but it <i>is</i> a Reed word.)<br />
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<div style="color: red;"><i>"Oh spare me, Clark, I know your brand of family fun. Tomorrow you'll probably kill the desk clerk, hold up a McDonalds, and drive us 1000 miles out of the way to see the world's largest pile of mud!"Ellen Griswold</i></div>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-8755635918253683462011-04-29T16:03:00.000-07:002011-04-29T16:03:10.420-07:00Royally Exhausted!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFcplbN9pfVV76s88OBmEWPtNzrhhzthzWx17AID_PvHjAzHsR_kG4c7ZlyeXvps0oFa6j_NuCuYAkMIHSy793o6MBW7rld5HTRtv_LHQiU806lvCgZhyphenhypheng_S31eSSwDIQn94-X2tbHYzD/s1600/blog+and+family+267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFcplbN9pfVV76s88OBmEWPtNzrhhzthzWx17AID_PvHjAzHsR_kG4c7ZlyeXvps0oFa6j_NuCuYAkMIHSy793o6MBW7rld5HTRtv_LHQiU806lvCgZhyphenhypheng_S31eSSwDIQn94-X2tbHYzD/s320/blog+and+family+267.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The Husband and I rose early to dress for the wedding.(And apparently got dressed in the dark.) We had a small meal of strawberries and cream, mimosas, Croque Monsieur and sausage rolls and then set forth to Westminster Abbey. Between the trees, the hats and the Beckhams, I would have to say it was all very splendid. But what do I know?<br />
The Husband and I wish William and Kate as much hilarity, craziness and love that we have had in our 30-plus years.<br />
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HIP-HIP-HOORAY!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">"Don't make too much, you always make too much," The Husband will automatically reply.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">I sigh loudly. "I don't know how to make stew for two. Or Spaghetti sauce for one. I'm just going to cook like I know how and you can eat the leftovers."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">Last Sunday we gave a casual dinner party for a few friends. We are still eating the leftovers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">"Next time I say we only need to cook one chicken, we're only cooking one chicken," he mutters every time he looks in the fridge. "I don't care if 20 people are coming, we're only cooking one chicken."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">As if.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: maroon;"><span style="color: black;">Bake your favorite pie crust; in a heavy saucepan (who buys light saucepans?) combine 1 cup of sugar, 1/4 cup of cornstarch and a pinch of salt. Gradually add 1 1/2 cups of boiling water. Stir constantly, and cook over moderate heat till the mixture thickens. Add 2 tsp of lemon rind and 1/3- or more- of fresh lemon juice and stir. Beat 3 egg yolks and add a spoon of the lemon mixture, stir and add the egg stuff to the heavy saucepan... add 2 tbls of butter and cook until very thick- keep stirring! Pour into your baked pie shell and set aside.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-18455823656025558172011-03-17T19:50:00.000-07:002011-03-17T20:04:56.624-07:00Another Freakin Holiday Food Post...but seriously, can you blame me?<br />
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It's St. Patty's Day, a day of beer and leprechauns and Lucky Charms cereal and Bushmills and...well I could go on, but I have a life to lead cha-cha.<br />
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Suffice to say ( I always wanted to write that) I am very busy earning a pot'-o- gold or two and I wanted this meal to be as easy as finding a four-leaf clover. (Trust me, I have found 100's in my time.) But the thought of boiling a piece of meat that has already been brined in water did not really excite this Scottish/Polish/English/Chickasaw gal. So I mixed things up a little. Like Ireland and England.<br />
Enjoy!<br />
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So I opened the bag-o-beef and threw it in the crock-o-pot. I added some leftover wine---a rare commodity---and ignored it for a few hours.<br />
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And for dessert- Irish coffee and molasses cookies...I actually had some left from this afternoon. Ahem.<br />
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</span>Candice Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16468631716328622061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221397068084186497.post-87024144912335339052011-03-09T15:04:00.000-08:002011-03-09T15:04:27.257-08:00N'Awlinz: Dis, Dat or d'Udda.<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dis...I mean, <i>this </i>is my Mardi Gras post.</b></span> I found some beads buried in my closet and put on my best <i>carnival</i> apron and cooked up some of Chef Paul Prudhomme's Chicken and Andouille Smoked Sausage Gumbo- <span id="search"> <i>Laissez les bons temps rouler!</i></span><br />
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</div>Mix up a little Lake Chelan Hurricane...<br />
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