Top Ten Things I Learned from Watching The Food Network

I like to think I came upon my cooking skills from God-given talent, inspiration by family cooks, collecting and reading numerous cookbooks plus my avid interest in food.  What I know for sure is that I’m far better today due to my obsession with watching The Food Network. Keep in mind that I was well into adulthood before The Food Network was ever conceived and what now may pass for common knowledge was not so common back in the day. I’m nowhere close to knowing it all and will continue “my education” while watching my friends/instructors Rachael, Ina, Giada, Bobby, Mario, Michael, Geoffrey, Alex and Jeff, to name a few.

Here are the top ten things that I’ve learned from The Food Network

1. Cooking with Wine – Only cook with a wine you’d drink, as it will reduce. If you wouldn’t drink it (think “cooking wine” ick!) then it isn’t worth cooking with.

This confuses me as well.
This confuses me as well.

2. Salt your pasta water – I’m not talking a dash of salt. Get your “salt on” and in doing so you’ll flavor the pasta while cooking it. It makes more of a difference than you’d think.

3. Dry your Sea Scallops – Spence and I love sea scallops yet for years I sadly wasn’t getting a nice golden crust on these tasty treats.  Lay out a paper towel and spread them out, now lay another paper towel over the top and press lightly, removing excess moisture, then let them continue to air dry a bit more. Add dry scallops to a searing hot pan and you’ll get lovely, golden scallops on your plate.

4. Don’t fear the Anchovy – I’ve always liked anchovies but thought of them in terms of topping pizza or an ingredient in a Caesar dressing. Where they really shine is as the “salt” element and that little “je ne sais quoi”  when added into a sauce or pasta dish. They “melt” into what you’re making (use the back of a wooden spoon to break down if you want). You will not taste any fishy flavor but I guarantee, they add a depth of flavor that takes any dish up a notch.

Just thought this was a funny anchovy quote.
Just thought this was a funny anchovy quote.

5. How to make a better pot roast – I always thought I made a darn good pot roast and I probably did.  Then, watching Jeff Mauro (The Sandwich King) who’d just won The Next Food Network Star, I learned something that rocked my pot roast loving world.  I rarely follow recipes (I tend to “wing it”) but after having made this one time, I have not deviated since.  The most important lesson – sear not just the top and bottom of the roast but all the sides.  I use a big fork to achieve this, propping the meat as I turn it, getting a nice sear on all surfaces. But then the recipe is so perfect that honestly, I believe each step is critical to the final success, even the cooking time as something magical happens in the last 30 minutes. Jeff eventually turns this into a sandwich (which I’ve no doubt is fabulous) but I serve it as a pot roast. The gravy that results with the broth, red wine and pan drippings is phenomenal. Here’s a link to the recipe: http://foodnetwork.com/recipes/jeff-mauro/c/ch/chi/chic/chicago-italian-beef-pot-roast-style-recipe.html

6. Use fresh shrimp – It’s so easy now to get raw, easy-peel, deveined shrimp and cooking with raw shrimp is not time-consuming but the flavor and texture is so much better.  For years I would buy cleaned, cooked frozen shrimp and just pop them in at the end of a recipe for shrimp scampi (as an example).  Using raw shrimp in any preparation is far superior.  An example? Try my Shrimp Ceviche (link below) and then report back to me.  I also make a cream of shrimp soup (recipe will appear in the future) using raw shrimp and there is a depth of flavor raw shrimp adds.

Here’s the link: http://www.spencesgirl.wordpress.com/ceviche

7. Don’t Fear Red Pepper Flakes – There was a time that I only used red pepper flakes to enhance my pizza.  Not so any longer.  My friends/instructors at The Food Network always add red pepper flakes to recipes to “kick up the heat” and now I constantly have them at the ready.  Use a little or a lot depending on your need for heat but there’s something magical about what they do to the most basic recipe. Trust me.

8. Use good ingredients – When you really love to cook/eat/entertain – wow your friends and family, don’t skimp.  I love Ina Garten, The Barefoot Contessa.  If you’ve watched her show or bought one of her cookbooks you’ll notice that she strongly suggests using a good olive oil, mayonnaise or champagne vinegar (as examples).  Why? Because when you use good ingredients, your end result is better.  Like a Hallmark Card, you care enough to send the very best? Then use good ingredients. Enough said.

Just use the good stuff.
Just use the good stuff.

9. Deglaze, carmelize, braise, brine – Just knowing terminology and how to apply this to your cooking can put you ahead of other home cooks.  I still believe that one day I’ll be competing on The Food Network simply because of the techniques and technologies I’ve learned.

10. The Power of Compound Butter – I love butter.  Slathered on an english muffin or mashed potatoes, in a really great shortbread or taking it to the next level and creating a Compound Butter by integrating another ingredient or several ingredients to softened butter, then using that compound to create something magical.  It’s no longer just butter.  It’s a burst of flavor and I have numerous recipes, here’s one below that you can use for a roast turkey or chicken.

For a link to one of my recipes: http://wp.me/p5hh0k-bo

What’s Blooming in my Garden Today

Buttercups - this flowerbed is awash in yellow
Buttercups – this flowerbed is awash in yellow
Hollyhocks
Hollyhocks
My New Lily
My New Lily
Yarrow, Buttercups & Mountain Laurel
Yarrow, Buttercups & Mountain Laurel
Hostas
Hostas
Sage & Roses
Sage & Roses
Clematis & Sweet Pea
Clematis & Sweet Pea
Clematis
Clematis
Clematis
Clematis
Lily
Lily
Sweet Peas
Sweet Peas
Volunteer Snapdragons
Volunteer Snapdragons
First long stem rose
First long stem rose
Sedum
Sedum
Sage
Sage
Ornamental Peppers, Moss Roses, Nasturtium
Ornamental Peppers, Moss Roses, Nasturtium
Pansies still in bloom
Pansies still in bloom
Nicotania - and check out my electric blue pedicure
Nicotania – and check out my electric blue pedicure
Lemon Basil, Thyme, Butterfly Bush
Lemon Basil, Thyme, Butterfly Bush

I realize that I haven’t posted in nearly a week but I’ve been working in my garden like a woman possessed.  Here’s an update of the profusion of color that is exploding in my world.  It’s hard work but what a pay off, beauty abounds.

Biscotti’s Conundrum

I find it more enjoyable to blog surrounded by Spence, Tipper and Biscotti while hanging out in the living room, MacBook on my lap – as opposed to sequestering myself up in my writing/meditation/guest room.

This is confusing to Biscotti who believes that my lap is “his snuggle spot”. He looks so sad this morning that I had to take these photos, post this and then will concede.

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Looking over the top of my screen. “Whatcha’ doin’? Can you move your Mac? Please?”
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This is “the Biscuit’s” sad face. Resigned to wait until I’m done with posting.
On the other side of my screen, I think he's giving up.
On the other side of my screen, I think he’s giving up.

Like my Dad

I never knew of Buster until last year. We lost my Dad a few years ago just shy of his eightieth birthday. I was visiting my step-mom at the home they shared in Traverse City last summer when she said “I have something I think you’d like”. I was intrigued, feeling it was something that belonged to Dad. Knowing that I’m majorly sentimental, she produced a stuffed woolen dog.  “This is Buster and he belonged to your Dad”.  Buster had seen better days, one leg appeared a bit wobbly but he was adorable. I was touched both by having him but also by having a new nugget of knowledge about my Dad. The fact that at 59 I still have my “Baby Teddy” imagine my surprise that throughout his life, Dad preserved and kept Buster.

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Buster riding “shotgun” on the drive back home.
Buster now resides in the same room as my Baby Teddy. But it’s different for him, a homecoming. You see, I live in the house that my grandparents built when Dad was a young boy and though Buster hadn’t lived here for a long time, it was once his home many years ago.

I’ve been told many times “you’re a lot like your Dad” and through Buster I see a glimpse of his childhood and know that even our youthful selves were aligned.

I know how happy it made my Dad that I love living in his childhood home and feel certain he’s smiling now, knowing that Buster’s returned here to live with me.

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Happy Father’s Day Dad! I miss you every day.

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As part of the Blogging University Grads (BUGS) bi-weekly challenge, our prompt is a tribute to Dad.  I did a post earlier this year based on my trusty childhood teddy bear.  Apparently this lifelong attachment to a childhood stuffed animal was something my Dad and I had in common.

To read the story of Baby Teddy, follow this link:

Baby Teddy – One Good Bear

Oh Canada!

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I didn’t take this picture but I loved it.  The sheer whimsy of it makes me smile.  Living within an hour of the Ambassador and Blue Water bridges spanning to Canada, I’ve made many a trip there.  Of course Ontario by proximity is our most frequent destination but I’ve also had the pleasure, on a six week road trip, of driving through the Canada Rockies.  Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.  On that same trip, we went as far west as Kimberley in British Columbia

Keepin’ it real (or why I blog)

Since retiring I’ve found myself busier than I could have imagined. My mission when I began blogging was to document what life is like after a frequently stressful career, track new experiences and accomplishments as I check items off my bucket list and other goals.

By blogging, I can share my passion for writing, cooking, travel, cats, gardening and photography as well as reflecting upon my life from childhood to present with humor and poignancy. I choose to keep my blog upbeat. My blogging mantra, “no rules, just write”.

My expectations at the onset were that my audience would be those who know and love me. The reality is that only some of my family and friends are reading what I write – and that’s okay.

What I didn’t expect it is that I’ve reached an audience spanning 38 countries, from teens to seniors, crossing genders, sexual orientation and whose blogs are similar but often wildly different than mine. I’ve engaged with authors, photographers, students, comedians, professional chefs, doctors, fashionistas and world travelers. That’s been thrilling for me – and validating. After all, blogging puts your authentic voice and point of view out there for the world. And that world has been kind and encouraging.

My lifelong BFF and I attended a day long blogging class at Interlochen last weekend. We came away with insights that can’t help but make us better. Over the weekend, we brainstormed how to implement what we learned, generating numerous ideas for content and “best practices”. All while enjoying her fabulous log home on a lake, a sunset cruise on the pontoon, wine tasting at area vineyards, delicious meals and reflecting on nearly 57 years of friendship. This post was inspired by the class and events from last weekend.

The Next Time I Hear “Have a nice day”……

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By nature I’m not confrontational.  I like to think I’m friendly and sincere. But lately I’ve found that the words “have a nice day” are said out of habit and in a tone that sounds less than genuine, even sarcastic at times. Is it just me?

Not to rant, but aren’t there people we encounter that create such mayhem, animosity and general unhappiness instead of saying “have a nice day” you’d prefer to smile, nod and let karma do what karma does?

Wouldn’t it be great to live your life in a way that having the type of day you deserve would be it’s own reward?

“Be careful when you tell that story”

I once worked in an office with two other women, my boss, and our secretary. The secretary was having her first child. We’d all worked together for years and were intimately involved with every detail of her pregnancy.

I came into work one morning only to see that Wendy wasn’t at her desk. I could see that Faye was bursting with the news.

“Wendy had her baby last night!”

It was all very exciting. Wendy had predicted that she’d have a short and easy delivery, I asked Faye “How’d it go?” I couldn’t have imagined her answer.

“Everything thing was great until she was sodomized,” Faye said rather calmly. I gasped.

“WHAT? WHEN????”

“At the hospital,” she replied nonplussed.

“Before or after the delivery?” I asked, the horrific image ricocheting in my head.

“Before”

“By who?”

“An orderly”

“Where was her husband?” I was distressed.

“He went out for a cigarette”.

I was clearly appalled and Faye, who was older than I and a mother went on to add “it’s very common”

It suddenly occurred to me that Faye often mixed up her words and her lack of concern for Wendy made me ask the next question.

“Faye, do you know what sodomy is?”

She replied patiently, “you know, when they have to make a cut”.

“Do you mean an episiotomy?”

I saw her look of confusion. Then her face fell as she said “oh no”.

“Have you told anyone else this story?” (I had to ask)

Chagrined, she admitted she’d just come from a manager’s meeting where she’d told everyone the same story.

“You might want to be careful when you tell this story” was all I could say once I stopped laughing.

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This is a true story. I have changed the names because it seemed like the right thing to do. If you liked this story, stick with me. I’ve got a lifetime of funny stories to share.

59 Candles, 59 Things – Part Twenty

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Twenty Eighth thing: Learning new things makes me happy.

This was not always so.  I didn’t particularly like school. That isn’t completely true.  I liked certain topics – English, Drama, Speech, Literature, Art, Oceanography, Psychology interested me.  Math and science – the worst. But I think that’s true of most people, we excel at what excites and intrigues us, wanting to learn more.

What inspired me to choose learning new things as my twenty eighth entry in this series of what makes me happy has to do with life lessons, finding out the extent of what you don’t know and learning from those experiences.

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I have been talking about buying a new bed – for years.  It was a priority when I retired (over a year ago) but I was filled with trepidation over obstacles, certain that the process would be difficult and stressful. I remember buying my last bed when I was forty, thinking “this will be the last bed I’ll have to buy”.  Longevity runs in my family so I’m not sure why this thought stuck in my mind.  Just because I’d purchased a top of the line bed what expectation did I have for how long beds last?

I moved here 30 years ago and my queen size box spring was nightmarish to shove onto the landing, scraping the ceiling before turning the tight corner and getting it up the stairs. When I bought my current bed almost twenty years ago, I moved my other bed to the guest room rather than have to contend with getting it back down the stairs of our two story home. And it was not an easy delivery the second time.  (I recall grunting and scraping sounds.)

But I digress. My biggest obstacle: I was certain I’d have to cajole, bribe or withhold my purchase if I couldn’t get the salesperson’s agreement to move my old bed down the stairs and cart it away. I just knew I’d be told that was my responsibility. As a result, I procrastinated yet still complained about my too soft bed.

Well, I was wrong –  and I’m admitting it.

Not only was delivery free, the old bed would be removed at no charge and carted away. All products in this store are made in the USA (this is important to me).  0% financing for 50 months means I can leave my savings account untapped.  I even learned to my delight that an adjustable bed is not just available from a certain manufacturer but rather is what you buy with any mattress – in place of a box spring and standard frame.  It will attach to my oak headboard which I love. In addition to raising either my head or feet it has other features including MASSAGE.

Yup.  Did not see that coming!

In two hours from the time I entered the store till the completion of the sale, I’d learned how much I didn’t know. (It was substantial). After years of serious sleep issues, two bad shoulders, lower back pain and the like, I’m kicking myself over not having done this sooner.

But as Jules, my yoga guru said “you weren’t ready yet”.  Namaste.

Anytime now the delivery van will arrive, cart away the old bed (buh-bye) and bring my new bed.

And considering I’m only fifty nine, I’m hopeful this isn’t the last bed I’ll ever buy. But next time, I won’t let the amount of things I don’t know impede me. Instead I’ll look forward to learning something new.

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Poppies are a poppin’!

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Each year it’s the same. I go from no poppies to one poppy to tons of poppies.

Thinking back to my early gardening days, I would purchase and plant packets of poppy seeds.  Never got a poppy; discouraged I came to believe I just didn’t have “the touch”.

Then a few years back I was at my stepdaughter’s home, admiring her beautiful poppies.  And I looked down.  “OMG” I thought.  I’d seen that foliage in my garden.  And pulled it out thinking it was weeds.  Every year.

Needless to say, I learned a valuable lesson and have grown poppies with great success, year after year ever since.