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Month: April, 2013

best oatmeal bread ever . . .

oatmeal bread rising on   the kitchen counter

oatmeal bread rising on the kitchen counter


I don’t remember how I came upon this bread recipe because it’s a standard King Arthur flour recipe but I tried it out a couple of days ago and it was, hands down, the best loaf of bread I have ever tasted! And that’s saying a lot. I used to drive two towns over to Concord to buy some cracked wheat bread that was my favorite bread up to now. This oatmeal bread has a thicker crumb, is moist and toasts beautifully too–crispy on the edges and chewy on the inside. I like to eat it with unsalted Kate’s butter, drizzled with some Billy Bee honey that can be found at the local Stop and Shop (both the butter and the honey.)

If you want to fall in love with your kitchen, your house and have everyone in your family on their knees, try making this bread! It only takes about three and a half hours to make from start to finish, there’s very little kneading involved–in fact, I think that heavy kneading would just make it tougher. So this morning, around 9 a.m. I started the dough for my second loaf.

Then, I got an email from my seventeen year old granddaughter who said the bread sounded delicious and could she have the recipe? So here’s the step by step instructions I wrote out for her!

It’s the King Arthur Oatmeal Bread recipe–which you can probably download also. But here’s what I do that is slightly different and easier to follow I think!

Warm 1 1/4 cups of WHOLE milk in the microwave until it is warm to the touch of your finger but not hotter than that.
Put in 1 packet of Fleischmann’s dry yeast–the FAST RISING KIND.
Stir the yeast in the warm milk until dissolved
Take half a stick of unsalted butter and nuke it until it is soft but not melted–you can also leave a half stick in the sun on the counter before you start too. Use the paper to butter the loaf pan later on.
Put the soft butter into the yeast/milk mixture.
Add 3 Tablespoons of honey –I use Billy Bee brand from Canada that you can get at the Stop and Shop, but not at Shaw’s (it’s the BEST TASTING HONEY!!)
Add a teaspoon and a half of salt

Take a mixer and mix all of the ingredients above together until it is smooth.

Then gradually add 3 cups of King Arthur flour and 1 cup of Quaker instant oatmeal–you may have to stop the mixer and scrape the beaters and add the rest of the flour and oatmeal by hand. Put some flour on your clean hands and start kneading the dough until the flour and oatmeal is all mixed in. If it’s sticky, add a little bit more flour until you have a dough that doesn’t stick to your hands. But don’t put on too much flour–just enough so the dough isn’t sticky.

Knead it a little bit more until it’s a smooth ball. Just a few minutes and shape the dough into a ball.

Spray a clean mixing bowl with Pam. Settle the bread dough in it to rise, spray a piece of plastic wrap and put it sprayed side down on the dough and cover with a clean dishtowel. Set it on the kitchen counter (okay in light sun) and let it rise for about an hour and twenty minutes. When it has risen,

Knead the dough a little more but not a lot–and go easy on it so it doesn’t get tough–I do only about 5 minutes and I push the dough really gently.

Then butter your loaf pan or bread pan (I use a Le Creuset white porcelain bread pan that I just got on Amazon.com)–make sure it’s really clean and dry and butter all the corners. Then pat the bread dough into an oblong that will fit nicely into the bread pan, a little higher in the middle than the sides.

Then cover with the plastic wrap again and the clean dishtowel and let it rise again until the bread is about an inch above the top of the pan–about another hour or so.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. When it’s preheated, gently put your bread pan into the oven and turn on the oven light so you can watch it bake without opening the oven door.

Bake for about 35-40 minutes and if the top looks like it’s getting too brown, open the oven about 5-10 minutes from the end and cover with aluminum foil. I was going to do this but the foil kept falling off and I didn’t want to burn myself so I didn’t do it.

Be sure to bake it for that long or the bread won’t be cooked through.

fresh baked in the oven

fresh baked in the oven


Your kitchen should be smelling like HEAVEN ON EARTH by this time!!!!!

When the bread is done, let it cool a little in the pan, turn it on its side and see if the bread will come right out of the pan. If not, take a sharp knife and gently separate the bread from the inside edges of the pan. Let it cool a little more before slicing it if you can stand to wait that long.

When cooler, slice it with a serrated bread knife, VERY GENTLY, holding it on its side so you don’t smoosh the bread flat as you are gently sawing it with a serrated knife.

Then slather with unsalted butter and drizzle with a little honey.

I’ll bet you could eat the whole loaf with a friend at one sitting–really good toasted later too.

Then, you’ll wish you had made TWO loaves–although I think it’s better just to make one loaf at a time. It’s SO YUMMY!!

warm bread on the table!

warm bread on the table!


So that’s today’s post about making homemade oatmeal bread with a few photos to document this delicious entity.

Just also wanted to note that I’ve been pretty conscious of avoiding wheat these days, but I don’t think a little bit of it in this form will kill me.

           the first slice!

the first slice!

being happy . . .

May-July 2007 351_2We’ve had a long week so after G. was out all day today tending pianos, we decided to go out for a quick dinner at a local Chinese restaurant.

One of the reasons we like going to this place is a waiter named Sam, who has been there for the twenty years that I’ve lived in this town. We knew him from way back then and the three of us were happy to see each other again after such a long time away. Tonight, sure enough, I waved to Sam, returning his cheery salute. When asked, he assured me that the Shanghai twice-fried noodles were “thin” and not “thick.” We enjoyed our soup (wonton and hot and sour) and then Sam brought out a large plate of crispy pan fried noodles with fresh chicken, broccoli, snow peas and straw mushrooms.

As we ate our meal, we discussed things that were on our minds and our schedules for next week. When it was time to ask for the check, we both wanted to ask Sam what accounted for his positive attitude and why he was always so happy. We knew that he had a grown son who lived in California and had a good job working in computers; and that Sam also had some family, a sister, who lived in town that he saw on occasion. Other than that, he seemed to spend nearly all his time working in the restaurant, folding crab rangoon and wontons during slow times at lunch and serving customers.

His first response to why he was happy was that he “didn’t have any problems.” Then, when we pressed him further, he said that he didn’t think too much about things or about the future. And then, he said, “and don’t pressure yourself too much.” On his days off, his favorite thing to do is to cook for himself. When I asked him which dish he liked best to cook for himself, he immediately said, “steamed fish,” bought live and steamed with ginger, scallions, a little wine–then with some hot oil spooned over the fish. Sounded good to me. In fact, his simple outlook on life sounded very good to me too. Isn’t that what all the Zen priests say anyhow: live in the moment and don’t take yourself so seriously?

So, this bit of wisdom appeared at the dinner table tonight. Together with the huge rainbow that arched over our house yesterday morning, we should be all set. Just stop thinking about things so much ~ for me, though, that’s easier said than done!

somewhere . . .

This morning a little after 6:30, I opened up the shades in the living room and saw a gigantic rainbow shimmering in the morning light. It was raining a little and the sun was out. By the time I called G. to come and look at it, and then thought of taking photos, it had already begun to fade.

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heartache . . .

Christmas, Faculty party 07-08 023_2Who doesn’t have heartache over something? It could have happened to us when we were children, during high school or college, relationships that once were the end-all and be-all, only to fall apart. There are as many kinds of heartache as there are people, it seems.

Often, it occurs when we have something in mind or our perception of a person’s qualities that were mistaken or idealized rather than real. Sometimes it takes years, decades even, before the denial wears away and you see the person for whom he or she really is, or has become. And you ask yourself, “who is this?” rather than “what happened?” Sometimes heartaches are true and real. Others, not so much. Disillusionment is really self-inflicted heartache, you might say.

This post is inspired by an article about older people, in their eighties even, who have begun talking to therapists for the first time. As the population grows older and the older keep living, the prospect of living for another ten or fifteen years in old age shouldering anxiety, long-standing depression or heartache doesn’t seem like a very sensible thing to keep doing. Some even say they wish they had started finding new attitudes about their past and their lives earlier.

One said, “Everybody has a certain amount of heartache in life–it’s how you handle the heartache that is the essential core of your life….I found that my attitude was important and I had to reinforce positive things all the time.”

Ruminating about this, it seems to me that heartache can arise from the aspect of “blame.” Either you blame others or you blame yourself for something that happened long ago that you feel bad about. Blaming doesn’t really alleviate heartache, it just reinforces its presence. I’m all for not having heartache around. There’s enough to preoccupy us each and every day without it.

So here’s the article about “A load off their minds”.

And here’s to clearing out our own closets of heartache.

a few grains of wheat . . .

I don’t know about you, but living here in the Boston area, it seems that the police and Federal authorities are tooting their horns too much while taking credit for the capture of the two brothers suspected of the Marathon bombings.

Yes, they did post the photos and asked for the public’s help in identifying who the two suspects might be. How-some-ever, (I don’t use this made up word often but it seems to be appropriate here) it turns out that they had a file on the older brother from a visit carried out by the FBI in 2010. How embarrassing is THAT? And, yes, publishing the photos got the brothers panicked, it seems, so that they decided they needed to get away. Why did they stick around in the first place? to plant more bombs–which it seems they had on hand?

Then, the powers-that-be shut down the city on Friday because they lost track of the second brother after a “firefight” in which the older brother was injured and later died. An estimated $330 M dollars of lost commerce later at five o’clock on Friday, we were then told that it’s now “safe to come out” even though the police and the FBI didn’t seem to have a clue where the missing suspect might be. Contradictory and confusing.

But of course, as we all know now, had the Watertown fellow (David Henneberry) not been allowed outside, he wouldn’t have noticed that the tarpaulin on his boat was loose. That he had the courage and the foresight to go and get a ladder to look inside was a testament to the level of help he provided to the police. This guy is the true hero and not the ten thousand policemen hanging around all day on Friday. Never mind that Brian Williams, the NBC newscaster spoke with contempt that boats were allowed in suburban areas. Without a boat to hide in, who knows who else might have gotten hurt by the wounded and desperate nineteen-year-old trying to find refuge in that neighborhood?

So, the police didn’t find him, although that didn’t stop them from riddling this guy’s boat (reportedly costing $50K new) and showing off with a helicopter with thermo-energy registering equipment. Are you kidding us? There were about twenty shots fired. By WHOM? Kelly Tuthill, a reporter for WCVB uttered the most memorable line of the whole siege when she said in real time, “This isn’t BAGHDAD! This is WATERTOWN!” when asked if she was close enough to hear the gunshots. She and Sean Kelly did a fabulous job of staking out the last altercation which finally brought the suspect to law enforcement officers.

It sure seems like LUCK had as much to do with the suspenseful denouement of the marathon bombing as anything else. President Obama was right when he acknowledged all the law enforcement groups working well as a team together, but he added, “That’s what they’re SUPPOSED TO DO!”

Now, the FBI has some explaining to do regarding who interviewed the older brother in 2010 and what happened after that. Now, the Justice Department has a chance to embroil us into ever evolving complexity about reading Miranda rights, treating the suspect as a terrorist and where to try him, if it comes to that.

Meanwhile, the relatives, the parents of these two brothers are protesting their innocence and that they have been framed. Most of the time in these kinds of bombing incidents, the families are ashamed and embarrassed and HORRIFIED that anyone in their family could kill and maim so many people. Not so here. What’s up with that?

So, let’s not be fooled by the self-congratulatory bombast that is being aired on TV. Even Wolf Blitzer, who is not necessarily my most favorite commentator looked visibly non-plussed as he was listening to the Police Chief of Watertown go on and on about how the police captured the suspect.

Without Mr. Henneberry, (who has had a spontaneous Facebook site set up to raise funds to buy him a new boat,) the suspect could have died and not been discovered for weeks or somehow eluded capture.

Let’s look at the few grains of wheat among the piles of chaff that are being set out as fodder for the American public. We can figure things out for ourselves. Or at least, we should.

Postscript: Today, Tuesday the 23rd of April, we just saw David Henneberry being interviewed on our local TV station. When asked about how he felt about people wanting to raise money to replace his riddled boat, he said, that it was just a boat, when people had lost their lives and their legs. He said any money raised should go to those people to help them. And that besides, he has a canoe in the garage. What a great guy!–modest, humble and alert! Thank you!

A few more grains of wheat postscript: It’s now Thursday, 25 April, 2013 and the following admissions have come to light:
1. The boat WAS within the Watertown police blockade perimeter, only 4-5 blocks from where the car with pools of blood was abandoned.
2. The suspect did NOT have a gun inside the boat although Ed Davis, the Boston Chief of Police said so earlier, justifying the hail of bullets fired at the boat prior to capture.
3. The suspect was not read his Miranda rights before his confession, so it can’t be used in court against him.
4. The publicly appointed legal counsel to the suspect have to take an enforced 3 week without pay furlough due to Sequester legislation.

spring! . . .

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rebirth et al. . .

IMG_6027You know how they’re always talking about rebirth at Easter time a few weeks ago? Coincidentally this year, the world also saw the convocation of a new Pope for those who are Catholic. Obama, at his visit to Israel, intentionally spoke with a phrase in Hebrew at each place that he visited. He also gave at least the younger generation of Israelis some hope that “peace is possible!” That’s a rebirth of an idea in that tense region.

In reflection over these last few weeks, the most profound thing that happened to me is that my cherished relative, Pei-Fen, whom I visited in the beginning of March, died soon after at the age of 92. She seemed to be hazy and floating in and out in consciousness after having had a recent stroke. But when I saw her, and when I asked if we could take a photo together, she straightened up and looked directly into the camera. Then, she made such an effort to tell me to: “Take care of your family. Take care of yourself. . . and BE HAPPY!”

I think she wanted to tell me this because she knew, even if we hadn’t been in touch that much, that I had not been very happy for much of my life.

           Pei-fen

Pei-fen

What I have done since I heard of her passing, was to remember that she had given me an old Victorian amber pendant when I was about college age so many years ago. I myself had later given it to a young relative in hopes that it would carry some meaning, and so, at this point in time, I didn’t have it any longer.

So, I turned to eBay to see if I could find a piece of amber that “looked like Pei-Fen”and would be something I liked so much that I would wear it all the time so that it would remind me to be happy each time I touched it. Sure enough, I found one that was not round and not oval, but more like a fat ellipse, an old golden brown piece of amber with the rough side of the petrified resin visible on the underside. The crude surface of the natural amber was part of the worn out look of things, the patina of life, that duly attracted each of us in our lives.
pei fen amber frontpei fen amber back
I like things whose beauty has been softened by age: hence “as is” is a familiar description for things that I have picked up for a song in my antiquing days long ago. That means there are usually hairline cracks, chips, repairs to things that don’t look pristine but whose beauty glows nevertheless.

Come to think of it, it’s sort of like people we know who age well (like Pei fen!) hold themselves with good posture and have grace in their faces that shows they have learned many of the things that bother us when we were young no longer matter at all. Most things don’t, I have found. And what a relief that is, come to find out!

So, here we are in mid-April, a time for rebirth as Spring begins to unfurl the crocus, daffodils, narcissus, hellebores. The roses also begin to wake up a little as the old thorny stalks are pruned away. Even my money tree inside, which has had a blight which has caused it to lose almost all of its leaves, is beginning to recover. I favored soapy eco-friendly pesticides for awhile but they didn’t work. So last Wednesday, I went to Home Depot and looked for the strongest pyrethrin spray I could lay my hands on. It seems to have done the job.

            at last!

at last!

What I have also been learning is that even though it’s great to look forward to what happens with your children, and then with your grandchildren, the truth of the matter is that no matter what one’s age is, and no matter how much time we think we might have left, the most important thing, I believe, is to live for oneself and not for others. To see each day as an opportunity to nurture one’s self with enough rest, modest meals, to do the washing up in the kitchen, do the laundry, to clean up the garden beds and to hang out our clothing on the clothesline in the cool Spring air because it means that one is taking care of oneself and the things that matter to us.

So, given Pei-Fen’s final exhortation to “be happy,” I think I’ve learned from it and am now happier, wearing an old piece of amber I know she would have loved. I remember to be happy each day, for my own sake, according to my own taste in all the little bits of happiness, cracked, chipped and worn but still beautiful.

That’s a lot of rebirths, don’t you think?

a simple supper . . .

parmesan artichoke hearts and shrimp salad for supper!

parmesan artichoke hearts and shrimp salad for supper!

We’ve been running around the last couple of days and tonight was no different. By the time I got home, it was almost six o’clock. G. was still out and had to go to another appointment before starting for home. I didn’t feel like cooking but I began when I learned G.’s arrival would be delayed. I had defrosted some frozen artichoke hearts from Trader Joe’s which I lightly dredged in flour, dipped in beaten eggs and covered with panko bread crumbs, parmesan cheese, garlic salt and parsley. While they baked in the oven, I made a favorite condiment to dip them in: Hellmann’s mayonnaise with squirts of fresh Meyer lemon.

For the salad that would be our main dish, I peeled six extra-large shrimp that I had taken out of the freezer before I went to my meeting and parboiled them until tender, plopping them while they were still hot into the soy, lemon, marukan vinegar vinaigrette I had whisked up to dress the salad. I still had crisp, tender hearts of romaine that I tore up into the blue spongeware bowl, sliced up three portuguese cucumbers at a diagonal, cut up some fragrant red onion into bits and poured the rest of the maple glazed salad walnuts on top with a sprinkle of fresh cilantro leaves.

When G. arrived home, I squeezed a little Meyer lemon juice on the hot artichoke hearts which we ate, dipped in the lemon mayonnaise. I then dressed the salad and we crunched our way through sweet walnuts, crisp romaine and tender shrimp.

That’s all we had for supper. And it was good.

clean up! cook in! . . .

sticky rice cooking beside chinese chives, bitter melon, bean sprouts,  cilantro, ground pork, shrimp and cucumbers

sticky rice cooking beside chinese chives, bitter melon, bean sprouts, cilantro, shrimp and cucumbers


Okay, so today is a gloriously sunny day with a nice breeze outside which can only mean one thing: strip the bed of our winter flannel sheets with colorful fish printed on them, wash a fresh mattress cover, then wash our usual white damask sheets and pillowcases and hang them all out on the clothesline to dry. The turnover from flannel sheets to fragrant cotton sheets dried in the sun feels just right for today.

In the kitchen, the rice cooker is already steaming, making its way to heavenly, aromatic sticky rice that will become more tender as the day goes by. I rummaged around in the fridge because about five days ago, I stopped by the 88 Asian food market when I went into town for a doctor appointment, and went wild for fresh greens all of which cost under a dollar or two: a huge bunch of fresh cilantro, chinese chives, two medium sized bitter melon, three tiny Portuguese cucumbers, fresh watercress, scallion and fresh bean sprouts which usually wilt and go bad before I get around to using them. But, not TODAY!, she says. One of my pet peeves with myself is being too ambitious while buying groceries and then not carrying through to cook everything while they are still fresh.

So, here goes. My plan this afternoon is to:

Make bitter melon stuffed with ground pork and shrimp:
Prepare the bitter melon by cutting them lengthwise and removing the seeds and spongey insides; slice the cleaned halves into 2-3 inch pieces. Chop three large, raw shrimp and add to fresh ground pork. Add chopped green onion, soy, sherry, cornstarch and an egg. Mix well. Heat up a skillet and add grapeseed oil. Scoop up the stuffing mixture into the pieces of melon, then place them stuffing side face down into to the hot oil until nicely browned. Carefully turn them over with a spatula and cook the remaining pieces of squash and stuffing. When all the pieces have been browned and turned over to the melon side, add half a can of chicken broth and cover the pan with a lid. Simmer for twenty minutes or until the squash is cooked through and soft. Hold at room temperature until ready to serve.

browning stuffed bitter melon pieces

browning stuffed bitter melon pieces


steaming bitter melon in chicken broth

steaming bitter melon in chicken broth


For dinner, I’ll combine three organic eggs from the egg farm in Concord (on the way to the 1st doctor appt.,) chopped scallion pieces, cleaned shrimp cut into bite size pieces, fresh watercress and cilantro leaves; a handful of fresh bean sprouts, mix the whole thing together and fry pancake size fritters in a good sized skillet with sizzling grapeseed oil. Turn them over when golden brown and crisp, then fry on the other side until the choice shrimp pieces turn pink. Drain on paper towels. Serve with an oyster and soy sauce dipping combo diluted with a little water and with a little seasoned Marukan vinegar. The sauce makes the whole shrimp/egg crunchy melange taste wonderful.
shrimp/bean sprout/egg fritters in the frying pan

shrimp/bean sprout/egg fritters in the frying pan


Served with sticky rice, the shrimp/beansprout fritters are the main dish; while the tender bitter melon with stuffing adds its own texture to the meal.
tonight's supper!

tonight’s supper!


Now, I feel a little less irresponsible for buying so many great fresh things–my eyes being bigger than figuring when we were going to eat it all before it spoiled. We will never starve, I think to myself, because all the groceries and little bits of pork and shrimp combined probably cost no more than eight to ten dollars! Tomorrow, I’ll saute the Chinese chives with 5 spice pressed tofu and char sui and make a tiny cucumber salad. For the next few days, we’ll have some tender leftover drunken chicken dipped in oyster sauce, stuffed bitter melon, pressed tofu and chinese chives and, of course, a fresh batch of sticky rice. I probably won’t have to cook again until the weekend!

On a nice Spring day like today, though, it’ll be a treat to have freshly laundered sheets on the bed and tasty morsels to pick and choose from on the kitchen table.

We are fortunate and we give thanks.

a day of rest . . .

dry ingredients for buddha's delight

dry ingredients for buddha’s delight

It’s unusual for me to be running around as much as I have this week because I’m usually quiet, staying put, reading, knitting, and so on as you can see from my blog. This week, though, I happened to have not one, but appointments to see TWO doctors, a City board meeting and a bunch of conference calls. So, today, now that I’m thankful and relieved to know that there’s nothing seriously wrong with me that ice packs, some drugs and ointment won’t heal, I’ve decided today will be a day of rest.

Many of you also know that when I take a quiet day or a day of rest, that it usually involves doing some cooking to relax. I’ve gotten into the mode of having a rice pot of sticky rice going most of the time. And if I make batches of other dishes that keep well in the fridge, then we have a few days where I can really take days of rest and do virtually nothing for us to eat really well for a few days running.

Since I visited my 92-year old relative a few weeks ago, and learning that she passed away on Wednesday morning of this week,
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I’ve been wanting to make a dish called Buddha’s Delight, which she made for me a few years ago when I visited her after the big ice storm here in New England. Now, I want to caution you that HER version of Buddha’s Delight, served on old wooden plates, is not anything like what you might find on a Chinese restaurant menu, NOR in many Chinese cookbooks. I know because I’ve looked at them and they don’t resonate with my memory of what she made that day. Apparently, there are many variations of what goes into this dish (weird things like broccoli florets, carrots, snow peas, canned water chestnuts, etc.) It also turns out that this vegetarian dish is traditional for Chinese New Year (which has already gone by in January.)

pre-soaking tiger lily buds, tree ear and shitake mushrooms

pre-soaking tiger lily buds, tree ear and shitake mushrooms


But, I do remember the rather austere dish that she had made when we got together in her kitchen where the old brick patterned linoleum floor matched the one that I also had in my old Lexington house when the kids were young. The table was simply set, with wooden plates to eat the Buddha’s Delight with old bamboo chopsticks. That was all.

Here’s what I recall: a fragrant sauteed dish containing finely shredded cabbage (regular, not napa which is what the majority of recipes call for); tiger lily buds, black tree ear, cellophane noodles, dried shitake mushrooms, fresh bamboo shoots, the whole thing aromatically seasoned with green onions, ginger, good soy, mirin, a little sugar and sesame oil at the end to give it fragrance. So, that’s what I’m going to make today.

Buddha's Delight on the stove

Buddha’s Delight on the stove

For dessert, I went for some fragrant strawberries that were $2.99 for 16 ounces of fruit. It’s not really in season yet and I don’t usually buy them, but I thought they would be tasty, trimmed, cut up and macerated in fresh Meyer lemon juice and sugar ahead of time. Then later, a little fresh cream poured over the strawberry melange to eat for dessert. We’ve discovered that the cream thickens quite a bit when stirred with the lemon. G. took half a dozen large berries next door to his 94-year old mother and his brother, both of whom he reported had smiles on their faces when they saw these beauties.

strawberries in Meyer lemon and a little sugar

strawberries in Meyer lemon and a little sugar


So, that’s my idea for a day of rest. We’ll be able to eat the Buddha’s delight for a couple of days; I reheated the leftover roast duckling in the rice cooker which had almost finished steaming the new batch of sticky rice. Tomorrow, I’m planning to slice up a small white radish with greens, sprinkle fresh sea salt on it, rinse and dry it, then add some Japanese Marukan seasoned vinegar to slightly pickle it and serve with freshly washed and dried watercress after the stems have been removed. The radish-watercress salad will be a nice accompaniment for cool slices of drunken chicken dipped in an oyster sauce mix, with leftover Buddha’s Delight and sticky rice. The leftovers overlap and hopefully the flavors will mingle and complement each other.

Okay, that’s enough for now about food and cooking.

Photo postcript: Here’s a photo of our dinner tonight (Sunday)! Poached chicken legs, marinated in cooking sherry (Drunken chicken) and chilled. A white radish salad (this was great!) marinated in Marukan vinegar, a little sugar, soy, chinese black vinegar, scallions. The radish slices were crunchy and delicious; the cold chicken which I cut off the bone (since I don’t have a meat cleaver) and dipped in oyster sauce, organic soy, a little sugar, a drop or two of spring water. There was leftover Buddha’s Delight (just a little left); and Char sui roasted pork which we dipped into our ramen noodle broth with baby spinach. It was a tasty meal after another hard day of slogging through paperwork. Getting there, though.

Cold poached chicken, radish salad