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Category: Food

bouquet . . .

Heavy rains falling in the night have become the norm here. Flashes of lightning that appear brighter and more ominous than their real distance occur a few times a week. We’re lucky to have the rain.

The garden is the better for it. . . although I noticed that the weeds have benefited from the rain as much as the flowering shrubs and bushes. After I put the laundry in this morning, I took my garden shears outside and looked around to see what I could find for a bouquet to grace our kitchen table.

Afterwards, I took the bag of Granny Smith apples and the corn on the cob that have been waiting patiently in the bottom of the fridge. I like cooking in the mornings during the summer. Before you know it, there’s dessert ready for dinner as well as some cornbread made with the corn, sliced off the cob cooked in a little butter with some chopped up green onions after it’s cooled. Will send some of the apple pie and the cornbread across the street to G.’s mother who is ninety-three.

temple food . . .


So yesterday, while I had some free time to myself in the quiet of the house and kitchen, I took out my books on food and solitude, Japanese Zen temple dishes and recipes for preparing somen noodles since it’s been so hot and humid. Somen noodles are thin white noodles that are eaten cold, dipped in a sauce with dashi, soy, mirin and a little sugar. Once cooled, the dipping sauce is enhanced right before eating with strips of nori, some grated ginger and some prepared wasabi (horseradish). Dipping bitesize helpings of the cool noodles in the piquant sauce was not only delicious, but also calming and peaceful.

I had a small eggplant in the refrigerator that I poached in a similar sauce to the dashi dipping sauce, slits made lengthwise to allow the vegetable to soften and take on the flavors of the simmering broth. At room temperature and drained of the cooking liquid, I made a marinade of Japanese flavored vinegar, sesame oil, a little soy and sugar with some freshly grated ginger, which I poured on top of the eggplant after slicing it diagonally into pieces easily picked up by chopsticks.

Finally, my daughter had told me a couple of weeks ago about a dish she had made of matchstick sliced Japanese yam and hijiki seaweed, soaked ahead of time. Having scoured our local vietnamese grocery and natural foods stores for hijiki to no avail, I had to resort to ordering it online at Amazon.com! It arrived yesterday and this afternoon, I sauteed the vegetables with a little of the hijiki soaking water, soy, mirin and sugar until the dish cooked to a golden brown.

Tonight, there have been thunderstorms, lightning and rain. Our days seem to be filled with the same kind of intense activity plus lots of knitting and watching the olympics on TV. The sun is now shining on windows streaked with rain. The evening is coming to a close led by this peaceful and tasty repast drawn from Zen temple food traditions. Another way to change my life, I thought to myself.

“shray jow” . . .


I have been making traditional Peking Ravioli dumplings for a long time, the wrappers from scratch. Somehow, I got it into my head to replicate a dumpling called “shray jow” (water dumplings) that I tasted at some dim sum parlors in the past. A few weeks ago while I was in the Asian market called “88” in Brookline, I came upon a stainless steel TWO-tiered steamer. Having cooked as much and as long as I have, it seemed a little late in the game to be buying one–but I didn’t have one and the generous sized kettle would also be perfect for dipping a Peking duck before hanging and roasting too. Or, for cooking lobsters! So I came home with it, and the search for a shray jow recipe that mirrored my memories began in earnest.

It never continues to amaze me that even when I have a shelf full of Chinese recipe books, that the one I’m looking for is not there. Online, I found so many variations that it wasn’t even funny–with really weird ingredients. Finally, after a couple of efforts where the taste was close but the texture was not, I came upon a recipe that worked. It involved chopping up the raw shrimp into a paste, adding sherry or rice wine and cornstarch to it, and flavoring the pork/shrimp mixture with oyster sauce after adding freshly chopped bamboo shoots, green onions and fresh ginger root.

So if you’re inspired to try it out yourself, here’s the recipe that I tweaked and sent to one of my daughters who wanted to make them after seeing these photos. I made them when my other daughter came to visit a week and a half ago.

shray jow recipe:

Use equal parts ground pork and shrimp. Buy large or extra large shrimp and clean the black lines on both sides of each shrimp–then chop them up until the shrimp is a paste. Add sherry or Chinese wine to the shrimp and a spoonful of cornstarch in a little chicken broth (or water.) Mix well together before you add the shrimp mixture to the pork. Chop up fresh bamboo shoots into very small dice and add; ditto green onions and fresh ginger root. Add a tablespoon or so of oyster sauce and mix well. Let sit in the fridge covered with plastic wrap.

Line a steamer plate with napa cabbage that is not wet. Take wonton wrappers (round ones) and wet half of the round, add filling, pinch together. Keep them covered with a cloth until they are all folded. Then place them on the cabbage–brush the dumplings with chicken broth or water or a combo–this is important or else the wrappers sometimes stay too dry and don’t get cooked enough. Bring water to a boil and steam the dumplings for about 15 minutes or until they look done.

Serve with dip: seasoned rice vinegar, soy, a little sugar, scallions, ginger, a little water and drops of sesame oil–stir well and serve.

Enjoy!

perspective . . .

bittersweet


The other day, our family went to our favorite restaurant for a Sunday lunch. We have had meals there on Christmas Eve afternoon and the last time was a brunch with my daughter, C., which had been fabulous. Much to our surprise this time, we were served overcooked dishes with what tasted like leftovers from the night before. Not wanting to spoil our time together, none of us mentioned it. Later, I wrote a review on “Yelp” about our disappointing experience. Shortly thereafter, the GM of the restaurant responded personally to my review in a very sincere and candid manner, apologizing for the sub-par meal that we had had there. I wrote back that we would be glad to return again and hoped the high quality we had gotten used to would be consistent in the future.

This incident made me reflect about the difference between being defensive and taking ownership for something and then apologizing. Have you ever noticed that some of the most entrenched (e.g., angry) attitudes appear when people feel defensive about something they might have done wrong? Nobody likes to Read the rest of this entry »

fortune . . .


It was eighty-four degrees outside while I drove back from Brookline after my shiatsu treatment yesterday. It’s the third week in March and it felt like the middle of May! Since it was so warm outside, I decided to swing by one of my favorite Chinese restaurants in Framingham and pick up something for dinner on the way home. I ordered three cold appetizer dishes that weren’t on the regular “take-out” menu: drunken chicken, pickled szechuan cabbage, braised bean curd skin and some brown rice.

When I arrived home, I opened my mail, and in it was a beat-up paperback translation of the “Tao te Ching” dating to the 1960’s that I had found online by chance. I browsed Read the rest of this entry »

charmed again . . .

happy spring!


So from today’s events, I am wondering if I might be having a lucky streak. This afternoon, I told G. that I was going to do my food shopping for our supper at the Vietnamese grocery in town because it was so much cheaper than going to chain stores. It’s not in the safest part of town, but I drove the back way going by the local college a few blocks down from the shop and found a parking space directly across the street. It had suffered a fire a few years back and it’s been awhile before being rebuilt and back in business again.

Inside, I bought a few things: a pack of fresh chicken thighs, a couple of slender Japanese eggplants, a head of garlic, a bunch of scallions, a dozen jumbo brown eggs and 8-10 very large shrimp to stir fry with garlic, scallions and ginger tonight. That was enough fresh ingredients for two dinners and then some. When I was checking out, the cashier gave me a broad smile and started chanting at me, “You very lucky! lucky! lucky!” I was mystified but then she told me my total bill was $11.11. She kept going, “very lucky! four eights or four ones together: very lucky!” The other customers around me smiled too.

Walking back to my car, I thought about this little bit of hoopla and chuckled to myself. Maybe I am lucky, I said to myself. We’ll see. It’s hard to believe so many high quality ingredients could be had for just $11.11, let alone that the numbers symbolized good luck, don’t you think?

eggs . . .

eggs benedict for christmas brunch


As you can see from previous posts like “oeufs en gelee” and “boiling an egg,” I’m fond of eggs. Really fresh, organic eggs.

There’s a barnyard farm kind of place in one of the towns nearby that I go to buy a couple of dozen extra large eggs every two weeks or so. When little Josie was visiting, her breakfast was some freshly sauteed baby spinach added to some scrambled eggs and grated cheese for breakfast. Sometimes the eggs are so big there are double yolks. So you can see how much I love fresh eggs.

josie, waiting for breakfast


scrambled eggs, spinach and cheese for josie's breakfast

A week or so ago, I received an email from the owners of the little egg buying place. There’s a small room with fridges where you go in and buy eggs on the honor system, leaving either money or a check sealed in Read the rest of this entry »

making a difference. . .


I went to the grocery store for a small amount of sliced ham and swiss cheese to have for our lunches last week. As I stood waiting my turn, the man who was waiting on the elderly woman made eye contact and was not only very courteous, but also took his time being helpful. He held up a slice to ask if it was the thickness that the woman wanted. Then, he moved over to the other person who had been waiting patiently Read the rest of this entry »

small victories. . .


You know how sometimes in the middle of the winter, you get a little stir-crazy and wonder what you’re going to do to be creative or productive? This week, I watched a show on “Anderson”–(the best daytime TV show on earth, in my humble opinion–and I’m not a daytime TV person at all.) Cooper manages to get issues before us with real life people and helpers who give advice that can be useful for a lot of people.

Take the fridge, for example. The show was about how to motivate yourself to eat more healthily. Turns out that one of the things you can do is to rearrange your fridge so that you put the most healthy, appetizing Read the rest of this entry »

breakfast. . .


Well, it’s Saturday morning and I was looking forward to a leisurely breakfast. We decided to stay here this weekend so I rummaged around in the pantry for something to cook up. I found a drum of grits with just enough for a bowl. And as I came back into the kitchen, it slipped out of my hands and white powdery grits fell all over the floor, including between the floor boards. So, after eyeing the broom, I got out the vacuum cleaner and swept it up.

Second try, I found some old-fashioned oatmeal which I put in a bowl and microwaved while I went about putting the odds and ends that were on the kitchen counter away. It was still runny after the first attempt so I ran it again. This time when I opened up the microwave, the watery oatmeal had spilled all over the glass tray. No oatmeal for breakfast, I thought, as I took the tray out and cleaned it thoroughly under the running faucet.

Each time this happened, I asked myself silently, what am I supposed to learn from this? My patience was worn pretty thin by this time but I kept on going. Before I had started with the grits, I’d been looking online for little snacks to make for tonight’s Patriots playoff game–and had come across the concept of quesadillas. Read the rest of this entry »