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My sons are always teasing me about my “cronies” – they insist that there is no passerby that I don’t consider a friend.  That’s not exactly true, but I do love people and I particularly love children.  Recently Steve and I have had the great fortune to have some little ones come into our lives and one of my favorites is 8 year old Bennett who lives down the block.  His mom, Deena, saw my blog posting about pizza on the grill and somehow got me to agree to amble down the street and make pizza on her backyard grill (an unusual opportunity in NYC).  Bennett was excited to host a “pizza party” in his backyard and his excitement made the evening.  I’m not sure that he loved my pizza, but for the evening he loved me enough to share his dessert package of Twinkies with me – a taste thrill that I had not experienced in, at the least, 60 years.

 

 

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Isn’t it lovely to spend a weekend as a guest in a beautiful house on a lake?  We did just that a weekend or so ago.  Our friends, Stuart and Dean (and their doggies, Milly and Zach), issued the invite with the caveat that “you do absolutely nothing.”  And, you know what, that is exactly what we did.  What they didn’t tell us was that they had the entire weekend planned.  We were wined and dined and driven to their favorite spots and lifted not a hand to help.  I think it was a first for me.
Our introductory meal was lunch in a lovely restaurant in a nearby Relais and Chateau hotel that featured a sushi pizza – which, although it sounds a little wonky, was quite tasty;deep fried sushi rice cake topped with tuna and roe – what could be bad, eh?  Dinner was cooked by both Stuart and Dean – flatbreads on the grill – the dough made by Stuart’s hand – followed by grilled lamb chops that had been marinated in some marvelous Middle Eastern sauce hatched from Dean’s creativity and served with grilled fresh figs.  Still to come was Dean’s made-from-scratch lasagne – he did everything from the pasta dough to the sauce to putting it all together.  The finale was Stuart’s Thai rice pudding with mango sauce.  Dinner was served on the deck overlooking the lake with nary a bug in sight.  So unbelievably peaceful and relaxing.  Breakfast was Dean’s Healthy Oat Bran Pancakes and Raspberries and our send-off lunch was a delicious Thai Curry Scallop dish that they pulled together remembering their cooking class in Thailand. Stuart and Dean, thank you so much for sharing your home and your hospitality.  Do you take reservations?

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m not bragging, but I just had to share this photo that Steve took at the end of my day in the kitchen.  I will admit that I was tired!

 

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One thing you can count on in our house is as soon as Kirby cukes come in at the farmers market I will be making my Easy Refrigerator Pickle recipe.  These are a summer favorite in our house and great to keep on hand.  They truly are easy to make and keep for quite awhile.  However, if you keep them too long, they do get a little too soft.  The recipe can be found in a post of July 21, 2010.

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Along with Easy Pickles, another house favorite is my mom’s pepper relish.  I have been making it almost my entire life.  The recipe is in a post from August 24, 2010 – you can tell what I do every summer, eh?  It is a great relish that can be made as mild or as spicy as you like and works on sandwiches or as a condiment for roast meats or poultry.  It is best made in the summer when you can get bushels of red and green bell peppers from farm stands at bargain prices.

 

 

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All summer I try to keep sunflowers in the house – they are Steve’s favorites.  So much so that a few years ago he had a photo show featuring them in many guises.  Here is a photo of the happy flowers just in from the farm.  Don’t sunflowers always make you smile?

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On our last trip to the country, my best buddy Lynn and and I went berry picking.  Of course, Lena Mae, women’s best friend, had to go along, too.  The wild blackberries and raspberries are absolutely glorious and bountiful this year and Lynn had already filled the freezer with bags of them.  The blackberries are bigger than usual and the raspberries tiny, but sweet as sugar.  Lena Mae can pick them right off the bush and often finishes a pick with her head and nozzle covered in berry juice.  We picked enough to make some mixed berry jam along with a cobbler and we still have a freezer-full waiting to be turned into Wild Berry Liqueur.

 

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More than a few years ago when we had our bakery, MOM, I tried about every combination of flavors I could imagine in both savory and sweet pies.  One of the pies that I could never master was from a Shaker cookbook culled from recipes devised in the Shaker colonies in America in the 1800s.  It is a very, very simple pie, but difficult to make without pristine, exceedingly thin-skinned lemons.  In those days I could never find lemons that would do the trick.
Last week, my generous friend, Linda Vaughan, gave me a bag of beautiful Meyer lemons that a friend had sent her from California.  They were, I thought, the perfect specimens to make that longed for pie.  And, in fact, they were as the photo shows.  Here’s the recipe should you find a generous friend or be lucky enough to live somewhere in Meyer lemon territory.  You can make your own pastry, buy refrigerated commercial pie pastry, or use my recipe that, I believe, you will find under an earlier chicken pie posting.
The filling is, surprisingly, quite sweet so I served the pie with dollop of thick 
Greek-style yogurt.

3 to 4 very thin skinned, organic lemons, well-washed and dried
    2 ½ cups sugar, super fine is best, but regular granulated will do just fine
    6 eggs
    One 9-inch unbaked pie or tart shell
    Using either a mandoline, Japanese vegetable slicer, or a very sharp knife, slice the lemons, crosswise, paper thin.
    Place the lemons in a shallow bowl and cover with the sugar.  Toss to blend.  Cover with plastic film and refrigerate for 12 hours.
    Preheat the oven to 350ºF.
    Place the eggs in a mixing bowl and beat until light and fluffy.  Add the marinated lemons along with the sugar and stir to blend.  Scrape into the pie (or tart) shell, and gently smooth the top, making sure that some lemon slices are evident.
    Place in the preheated oven and bake for about 45 minutes or until the top is golden brown and the center is set.
    Remove from the oven and set on a wire rack to cool before serving.

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How did Dr. Suess create so many expressions that are part of my vocabulary?  For instance, I can’t buy a blue fish without saying “one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.”  Or when I think about friendship I can hear Horton saying “elephants are faithful one hundred percent.”  Or making breakfast and thinking “I do not like green eggs and ham!  I do not like them, Sam-I-am.”  And on and on the sayings go.  How I love Dr. Seuss.  This is all a silly introduction to some beautiful blue fish I bought the other day just as they came in from the ocean.  Years ago, it was so abundant and so inexpensive that I would turn it into gravlax and smoke it for use in the winter when the fish head south.  Then, for years there didn’t seem to be any bluefish – perhaps, like so many others, it had been over-fished.  Now, it seems to be back.  Steve, my husband-photographer, didn’t get a photo of the delicious blues I purchased – they went quickly on the grill with a little lemon and salt and pepper and were even more quickly consumed.  But, Steve Kolyer, our blog painter, provided a photo/painting of a blue fish he caught off the shore on Fire Island.  I hope you enjoy his work as much as we enjoyed our bluefish.

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Yesterday I purchased a package of chicken breast halves (among other things) to do some dishes that Steve needed to photograph for a client.  I have been complaining for months about the humongous size of commercially-raised chickens, but these breasts took the cake.  I yelled for Steve to come to the kitchen with his camera.  I got the yardstick and placed it just above the first breast half I had pulled from the package.  You can see just how gigantic it is.  I would say it is almost the size that a turkey breast was when I was a child (granted, that was a long time ago, but….).  I was almost stuck dumb!  I can only hope that my posting this photo will further raise concern about the use of growth hormones and whatever else is being done to raise chickens of such magnitude.  These just can’t be good for us.  I know organic, locally- and humanely-raised birds are expensive, but either we start eating them or whatever they are doing to commercially-raised birds is going to start to eat us!

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