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And I’m a sucker for them. My favorites are the ones with personal touches, personal stories and family recipes. In all of those veins, some of my “go-to” volumes are Nigella, Jennifer Brennan, Jamie Oliver, M.F.K Fisher, and Julia Child. In addition, when I’m visiting foreign climes, and if at all possible, I like to […]

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Last time I took my life in my hands and went to the grocery store (I used the most socially distant form of checkout I could think of–the “Scan and Go” app on my phone, and pretty much straight out the door when I was done), I picked up a few of my favorite things […]

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: “I Want To Be Alone” Edition

 

So, Ricochetti: What are you doing to eat your way through the CoronApocalypse? Here at Chez She, in the very armpit of Southwestern PA, we’re going big for soup, and have worked our way through beef vegetable, mushroom barley, and (most recently) chicken noodle. We’re too far from town for meal deliveries. I’m trying not to go into town myself if I can avoid it, and, anyway, most of the little places we do like to eat are closed because they’re small businesses and it’s become too complicated and expensive for them to stay open just for take-out.

Pennsylvania seems to be well on its way to the same draconian lifestyle restrictions as California (the list of what’s allowed and what isn’t can be found here**), and it’s a good thing I’ve got the world’s finest yarn stash and (at least) several hundred sets of knitting needles, otherwise, I’d be going stir-crazy by now.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Knives Out!

 

This post isn’t an update on the final days of Biden vs. Sanders and the Democrat primary nomination process, one which might be settled on Sunday night (if the proposed meet-up actually happens) in one of those ‘push-up contests’ Joe Biden is so fond of taunting his opponents with. (For some reason, unbidden and unwelcome images of septuagenarian Jack Palance at the 1992 Oscars keep springing to mind.) Nor is it a review of a recent movie, one which I did see, and which I enjoyed. I wasn’t sure about it for the first ten minutes, which jumped around a lot and were talky and a bit confusing, but once it settled down I was quite entertained, and rather charmed by Daniel Craig’s Kentucky Fried Performance as Benoit Blanc, although Craig said he based what passes for his accent on Mississippi historian Shelby Foote’s narration of Ken Burns’s The Civil War.

No. This post is based on last weekend’s Wall Street Journal, in which the lead story in the “Off Duty” section was titled: “Why pay $24,000 For a Kitchen Knife?”

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. A Jolly Challah-Day!

 

“Oh, it’s a jolly challah-day with Susan, Susan makes your ‘eart so light!” OMG. Apologies for the appalling pun, to you, to @susanquinn, to Mister Susan, to the brothers Sherman who wrote the music and lyrics for Mary Poppins, and above all, to everyone who reads this, wherever you are, for inflicting upon you Dick Van Dyke’s excruciatingly embarrassing (embarrassingly excruciating?) excuse for a Cockney accent. Born within the sounds of Bow Bells, he most certainly was not:

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: A “Rum Go”

 

It’s a chilly morning on the farm this January 17 (there’s a bit of snow), a perfect setting for National Hot Buttered Rum Day! (Who knew?)

You can read a very interesting little history of rum production here, where I learned that it came into being as a way to use up the by-product (molasses) of sugar production on Caribbean sugar plantations in the mid-seventeenth century. Getting any further into the weeds will teach you that rum production and commerce was inextricably linked to the slave trade, a nasty part of its history that we, and rum, must acknowledge and live with. No good comes from papering over it, so there it is.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Pizza Fixin’ Edition

 

Thank heavens for Bill de Blasio. In just a few short years as New York’s Mayor, he has turned its underwater finances around, eliminated racism, sexism, religious intolerance, and violent crime, and he has spearheaded a jobs-and-revenue initiative, the crown jewel of which was bringing Amazon’s second corporate HQ “home” to the city. Along the way, he’s divested the city pension funds from fossil fuels (I suspect this is code for “taxpayer bailout coming soon”), banned single-use plastic items in the food-service industry (are condoms next–what a complicated and ‘intersexional’ discussion that would be), and pledged to “divert” 90% of waste from landfills (“to where,” I ask myself–in years’ past the answer to a question like that has too often been: to my neighboring state of West Virginia) by 2030.

Best of all, he’s even met Greta Thunberg. (I remember this specifically, because it happened on my birthday, the day that de Blasio’s Department of Education allowed hundreds of thousands of city school children to skip school and “throw a wobbly” in the streets. As we all know, “climate change” was fixed as a result of this brave action, and we are all. Much. Better. Off. as a result.)

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The past couple of weeks have offered up so many possibilities for menus inspired by current events, it’s hard to know where to begin. But I could start with large helpings of “Tripe.” Served, of course, with a “House Salad,” for which there is no fixed recipe, but which you make up as you go […]

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Winging It, Albeit With No Turkeys In Sight

 

Well, Thanksgiving Day has come and gone, and as with so much of my life this past year, it didn’t go off exactly as hoped, expected or planned.

I’d already announced, last week, that since Mr. She and I were on our own this year, I’d abandoned the idea of going full-bird, as it were, and would probably be doing my favorite iteration of fresh salmon on a bed of asparagus, with rice and pine nuts, and salsa verde over all. I’d dutifully acquired all the ingredients, driving for what seemed like days into Pittsburgh and back, and it was just after dinner on Wednesday evening. I was happy, ready, settled, watching an old movie on TCM, and nicely relaxed (well, except for the cat), with an adult beverage on the side, knitting a Christmas present for my granddaughter when, Blammo! Out went the lights. I suppose that wasn’t a total surprise, as it had been blowing, what I was taught to judge on the Beaufort Scale, about a Force-8 gale for several hours outside. I daresay a tree took down a line somewhere, and there it went.

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Well, given the circumstances in play at the moment at Chez She and environs, it looks as if it’s going to be a quiet Thanksgiving, with just Mr. She and me in attendance–accompanied, of course, by the two (very large) dogs, the six cats, the two rabbits, the fifteen sheep, and the one remaining goat. […]

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Brrrr! Chili!

 

It’s been unseasonably cold here at Chez She for the last week or so, most notably a couple of mornings ago when the thermometer on the North side of the house gleefully reported that it was 9F (-13C) outside when I crawled out of my nice warm bed. So I’ve broken out some of my tried-and-true Winter-Warm-Up recipes (the non-alcoholic ones, for now), and the fridge is full of chicken noodle soup, shepherd’s pie, and chili.

I love chili. And, thanks to my cast-iron stomach, I don’t have to drop the other shoe and follow that with “but chili doesn’t love me,” as so many unfortunates must. I like my chili hot, spicy, beany and with a hunk of warm cornbread on the side. Unfortunately, though, Mr. She doesn’t share my taste, on this matter at least. He dislikes beans. He doesn’t have a cast-iron stomach. And he has fond memories of the “chili” he ate growing up, a watery concoction of my mother-in-law’s, that had ground beef, chopped up onions, chopped up celery, and tomatoes. With elbow macaroni. When he thinks of chili, that’s what he thinks of. Nothing else will do.

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Not that I want to be accused of speciesism, or any other sort of exclusivity thought pattern. God forbid. I have nightmares of one of you seizing the Ricochet microphone from me and having a meltdown a la “Blossom.” Heaven forfend. Those with birds, reptiles, tribbles, or any other sort of pets are welcome to […]

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Cultural Appropriation Edition

 

The topic for this week’s post was inspired by Ricochet member @janbear, and the following fine paragraph from her September 25 post about the media meltdown surrounding Donald Trump’s phone call with the President of Ukraine. (Whatever his name is. “Z” something. Just like me):

Why not speculate on a different hypothetical situation? “The whistleblower says the Ukrainian president gave President Trump his grandmother’s recipe for pierogi. If true, that would be cultural appropriation.” At least it’s creative. Much better than trying to strain bites of truth from the sewage of the Democrat media reports.

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My last little post on these pages celebrated the joys of Ricochet meetups and of promoting local products, so this time I thought I’d turn the lens outward, to foods from around the world. Not so much in the sense of authentic national dishes (like Mr. She’s childhood favorite, Czernina, Polish duck blood soup)–although feel […]

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This afternoon, I spent a delightful few hours at lunch in Washington PA with a long-time member of our Ricochet family (I’m learning the Lefty idiom, just in case), and his wife. I’m happy if he’d like to identify himself, but won’t presume. I enjoy promoting our local Southwest PA products, and sending them all […]

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Friday Food and Drink Post: Have Your (War) Cake and Eat It, Too

 

To commemorate the 74th anniversary of V-J Day on August 15, herewith, a couple of family recipes for War Cake a more-or-less appetizing (de gustibus, and all that) sop to the sweet tooth of the war-weary denizens from the Old and New Worlds. One is from 1942 and was shared with me by a friend in the early 1970s, and the other we found handwritten on a slip of paper that fell out of my grandmother’s favorite cookbook when we were sorting out her stuff after she died. It and the paper it’s written on are of sufficient antiquity that it’s quite possible this one is from WWI. Our guess is that it was sent to Granny by the branch of the family that emigrated to British Columbia; hence its name, Canadian Cake (click to embiggen):

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Food and Drink Post: Horses Dovers and Canopies (Finger Foods)

 

Don’t you think it’s time to elevate the conversation around here? I do. Hence my high-toned original title for this post. I was dismayed when Mr. She (analogous sometimes in my life to the Bounteous Marie in @kentforrester’s) pointed out that most of my semi, and fully-fledged, deplorable fellow members probably wouldn’t cop to the furrin tongue I was puttin’ down. Hence the parenthetical clarification for y’all, y’unz, y’inzers, and anyone else who’s adrift.

I love finger foods. I love a plate full of little savories and sweetnesses, and even perhaps a few pieces of fruit on toothpicks with a glorious honey-vanilla dip. (This is one of my favorites. I usually serve it on the side, with pieces of fruit to dip.)

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