Archive | February 2008

Meze party how-to

If there is one thing I have learned about blogging in these past few months, it is that people really like to read a how-to. I am now going to try to reconstruct the steps of preparing the meze on Saturday night. You will understand, and forgive me, if I get a little jumbled around. You will also forgive the dearth of photographs, because the food is even less photographable now than it was yesterday.

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First task: prepare the rice stuffing for the stuffed peppers and grape leaves. Cook one cup of rice in two cups of water. While it cooks, sautee two onions finely minced, two cloves of garlic minced, a quarter cup of currants, two tablespoons of pine nuts, and sprinklings of cinnamon and ground cloves. When both are finished, combine them. Immediately stuff the peppers and put them in the oven to roast.

On a second baking sheet, put two whole eggplants and one whole head of garlic, and put in the oven with the peppers. These vegetables will stay there for an hour.

Get out food processor. Insert one small package of cream cheese, three whole roasted red peppers, and a handful of walnuts. Blitz. Season to taste. Wash bowl of food processor. Insert two slices of bread soaked in water, the juice of a lemon, four cloves of garlic, three ounces of walnuts, and a hearty helping of black pepper. Blitz. Season to taste. Wash bowl of food processor.

By now, the rice filling will have cooled down enough to handle with bare hands. With great difficulty, extract roll of pickled grape leaves from their jar. Roll up dollops of filling in grape leaves and arrange on a platter. Cover with plastic wrap.

Using your box grater (because the food processor has earned a rest, and you’re sick of washing it), demolish one onion. Add it to a pound of ground beef or veal along with a handful of dried parsley and lots of salt and pepper. Mix well. Open a package of wonton wrappers and cut them into quarters. Spent the rest of your hour enclosing chickpea-sized dollops of meat filling in the tiny casings. Enlist help of Hawaiian friend who is an old hand at entertaining large numbers of people with large amounts of food. Have vicious gossip fest. Remove the trays of vegetables from the oven and replace them with the tray of dumplings and a tray of break-apart, pre-made feta and phyllo pastries.

Arrange the stuffed baked peppers on a platter with the rest of the jar of roasted red peppers. Top roasted red peppers with dollops of beyaz penir and pine nuts, to make it look like the dish required some effort.

Chop a cucumber, salt it, and set it to drain in a colander.

Scoop the insides of the two baked eggplants into your food processor. Squirt out the now-soft cloves of the roasted head of garlic. Add one snack-size container of Greek yogurt, juice of one lemon, and pepper. Blitz. Season to taste. Wash bowl of food processor.

Chiffonade some mint leaves. Combine them with the salted and drained cucumbers and another snack-size container of Greek yogurt. Call it cacik.

Open oven to check on dumplings and phyllo-feta pastries. Throw chicken broth on dumplings–they really are like potstickers, you know. Close oven.

Beg random guests to arrange olives on a platter, any platter, to cut up pita, and to set still-frozen squid in a bowl of warm water. Your boss will take charge of the squid, the Hawaiian helper will take charge of the other two.

Beg the boss’s fiancee to beg people to drink Turkish beer.

Put the grater disk in your food processor and grate four mediumish zucchini. Put them in a large bowl. Under the watchful eye of Ryan (of Ryan’s Salmon), who has Opinions About These Things, add eggs, milk, flour, salt, and pepper to make a lumpy batter. Put a skillet and lots of oil to heat on the stovetop.

Rescue dumplings from oven, make mental note to not forget the phyllo-feta pastries.

Drop spoonfuls of the zucchini batter in the hot oil and let fry till brown on both sides. Serve, and receive effuse compliments. Try to sit down to talk to people while they fry.

Call Ryan back into the kitchen for The Squid Frying Problem and, after making a rudimentary beer batter, leave him to entertain himself by perfecting it. He does. Most people are too full for squid by this time, unfortunately. Meanwhile, arrange baklava and halva on a plate, just to further terrorize your already stuffed-to-popping guests. Make mint tea.

Welcome Diana (of Diana’s Minestrone) who has already had dinner–because it is her birthday! Mourn how very little six people are capable of eating.

Talk, pick at food, watch a movie, wave goodnight to guests, fall into bed exhausted. Wake up next morning and remember the phyllo-feta pastries.

Meze, the morning after

I had a Turkish meze party last night. I remember very little of it, unfortunately–I spent so very much time in the kitchen preparing the food and so little of it eating and talking. Fortunately, it was the kind of preparation that invites people into the kitchen to help, which some did. My kitchen was so full and confused and I so busy that I didn’t take a single picture last night, which is really too bad because the spread was impressive and many of the guests good-looking. Alas, the blog will have to make do with pictures of what is left over this morning. Really, photography never had a chance–the platters of food were dismantled as soon as they hit the table, the first dishes being messed around before the last ones were created.

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Stuffed grape leaves. Zucchini fritters. Fried calamari. Olives and pita.

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Roasted red peppers with beyaz penir and pine nuts. One lone stuffed pepper.

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Clockwise from top, roasted eggplant and garlic dip; walnut sauce; cucumbers in yogurt and mint; red pepper cream cheese and walnut sauce.

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Baklava and halva.

Not pictured: manti, tiny veal dumplings, each wrapped up in one-quarter of a wonton skin. Cheese phyllo pastries. Hummus. Honeydew melon with beyaz penir. Dates. Lots and lots of Turkish beer. Mint tea served in my Moroccan tea set. Six well-fed and contented foodies around my dining table.

Yeah, it was worth it :)

Prufrock-y

In her yesterday’s blog entry, Wendy said that her new sock yarn was making her feel all Prufrock-y, in a good way.

Ah! The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock! I have been coming back to this poem periodically since high school (well, haven’t we all?) and my love of it increases exponentially with each revisit. This time around, I am absolutely gobsmacked in love.

Wendy’s entry referred to the line near the end, do I dare to eat a peach? I assume. I, on the other hand,

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… have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

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How I adore T. S. Eliot, and how I adore the adorable timidity of J. Alfred Prufrock. If your education was anything like mine, when you think of Eliot you think of his two most famous and most horrid poems, “The Waste Land” and “The Hollow Men“. From what I know, Eliot wrote these poems in dark times in his life and was a little discombobulated to find himself famous for them. If you think Eliot is dark and difficult, dears, please don’t forget that he is the same man who wrote “Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats“.

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I, too, spent some time measuring my life in coffee spoons, and you see my collection here. I had a silverware phase, and I found that if one buys odd pieces off of eBay, odd pieces that have someone else’s monogram on them, one can get sterling silver at nearly affordable prices. I’m quite fond of this odd lot of coffee spoons, though the connoisseur in me recognizes Eliot’s perfect coincidence with the popularity of quite a different, larger kind of coffee spoon, not like these little demitasse jobs at all. Oh, silverware… it’s so complicated. And I understand most of it.

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Whose initials? What patterns? Commemorating what? Bought by whom on what occasions? The charming mystery of anonymous antiques. My life is so busy now (when I’m not trapped at home with a cold!) that the days when I haunted eBay watching for the next odd piece of Kirk-Steiff Repousse to come up seem… quite foreign.

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Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Bokken

When last I mentioned shinkendo (48 long hours ago), I said

We entertain ourselves by accumulating new weapons instead of new adornments

Ah, how true. My first bokken, hardwood, edged, with a tsuba, is already showing its age. For many exercises it is desirable to have an edged bokken so that one can better observe the angle of the cut and the angle of the blade during the cut (there are Japanese words for both of these, and I should know them, but I don’t… shh, don’t tell sensei), but in tachiuchi (sparring practice) the hardwood bokkens don’t fare well. Beginner students hit each others’ bokkens (and occasionally each others’ knuckles) very hard, and the bokkens lose their finish and sometimes even splinter.

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What one wants for tachiuchi is a white wax wood bokken. There are websites that sell them–though one will very likely have to buy a bo and cut it down–but one isn’t quite sure what one will get, and the dojo recommends that you buy your wax wood from the dojo, which gets them at shinkendo conferences. There were a few for sale several months ago that were snapped up by the more-advanced students, and I wouldn’t have been allowed to use one at that time anyway, so no luck. Well, as of last week, I’m in luck. On the left: my poor old hardwood bokken. On the right: my gorgeous new waxwood. I’m so happy I could squeak.

One eventually–very very eventually–wants a second wax wood, when one begins to work with two-sword techniques. When one is preparing to take the third level test, one begins to practice drawing and sheathing with an iaito, or dulled sword. The dojo has one or two of these that it lends out to the members that are at this stage in their studies, because it is expensive and one uses it for a limited period of time. Finally, when one is ready for tameshigiri (test cutting), one gets a real sword–a katana, or a shinken (true blade). All in unison: oooooooooooooooo.

The only other weapons we work with that I can think of is the suburito, which is just a heavier bokken for building strength and endurance during the long exercises like 44 no suburi, and the bo, or long staff, when we take half an hour out of class to do bojutsu. Very soon the dojo will put in an order of them for the new students, and I will have my very own wax wood bo. Too cool.

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In more colorful news, here is a strand of 40 washi cranes that I finished some time ago. I keep forgetting to take it to work, where it will keep company with my travelling Buddha and my money frog. If I made 25 such strands, then I would have made 1000 cranes, and I would get a wish. My co-workers, upon whom I have been endowing handfuls of rainbow paper cranes, might suggest that I’m not very far from that goal…

Emergency French toast

Yuck. I am sick again, this time with a higher fever and a “productive” cough. I haven’t had a “productive” cough or a fever this high since I was in junior high school. Uuugghhh. I have cancelled all of my weekend commitments and set up my bedroom as a sick room–again. Yes, Pudding is taking good care of me.

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This morning when I woke up feeling bad, something instinctive in me said, “this is your last chance to cook and eat something good, so take it!” Well. When one’s inner voice speaks with such urgency, one would usually do well to heed it–so I did. This is my emergency French toast, emergency because I save it for very, very special times. I make this about once every two years, in my best estimation.

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Beat together one egg, a splash of milk, a splash of vanilla, and a sprinkling of cinnamon. Put the first of your two slices of bread in the custard to soak, and tend to your frying pan. You’ll want a large one for both pieces of bread (because this is an emergency, so you get to have two!). Put it to heat, oil it, and sprinkle a column of sugar down the middle.

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Finish soaking your two pieces of bread (I use regular whole-wheat sandwich bread, nothing special) and put them to fry on the column of sugar. Cover their exposed tops with more sugar. There will be a bare coating of custard left in your soaking bowl. Put a handful of pecans in this and stir them around, then dump them on one side of the bread and cover with a generous sprinkling of sugar. Be sure to tend to them well, stirring and moving them whenever you aren’t busy tending to the bread. They burn easily.

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Fry bread until each side has a crispy, crunchy, caramelized coating of sugar on it. Top with the candied pecans. Do not add syrup, this is sweet enough already! Just sit, and enjoy this little bit of peace and comfort in the middle of the emergency.

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Emo Pudding is sad that I’m not feeling well.

Bellydance Bling

The shinkendo gi and hakama are very picturesque, and all of us in the group–even the serene senpai–are impressed with ourselves when we are all in uniform, all holding bokkens, moving in unison through goho battoho or working rokudo back and forth across the armory. At the same time there are foil fencers, sprinters, jugglers, unicyclers, and flag corps practicing there, but we are the ones who look pretty. We like it.

Once you have the gi and hakama, though, that’s it. After you test for ichimunji you get a patch to put on the back of your jacket, but there is nothing else–not available, not even allowed. All in unison, emit a sigh of ennui. We entertain ourselves by accumulating new weapons instead of new adornments.

Enter the antithesis of shinkendo:

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Bellydance! I was so set in the martial arts frame of mind for the first class that I wore all black, pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail, and removed all jewelry and makeup.

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Fact 1 about bellydance: you should have a scarf or belt around your hips.
Fact 2 about bellydance: it is best if it makes noise or moves when you move.
Fact 3 about bellydance: it is preferable to wear a skirt so that you focus on the movements of your hips and not your legs.
Fact 4 about bellydance: not only is big jewelry encouraged, but one generally leaves one’s hair down. Because one is more fabulous that way.

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Early this week I dutifully visited the instructor’s shop during my lunch hour and bought the hip scarf (seen above) and two silver ankle bracelets with bells (seen below). I also searched for, and found, a tube of Maybelline’s discontinued Moisture Whip lipstick in East Mystique. There was no point in trying to photograph it, because its color is so subtle… orange mica in a pink base that, together, make a lovely, earthy color that compliments my coloring perfectly. I have been mourning its loss ever since I used up my last tube of it eight years ago. I am so, so happy to have one more fling with this fabulous and oh-so-appropriate color.

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Shinkendo for peace–bellydance for joy.

More paper cranes

The Chinese New Year is coming up. For my sign (the Monkey), this year (of the Pig) has been one for changes, and for clearing the decks in preparation for the coming year (of the Rat) which will bring much good fortune, in business and in love, as long as I am careful with how I spend money. Goody. About the change and clearing of the decks? Oh yes! This year I have a new job, a new state and town, a new house, a new group of friends, a new cat, a new car, several new hobbies, and I am minus a few old habits, also. It has quite definitely been a year of change, and I am quite definitely ready for some (more) good fortune to flow my way! To tell the truth, I suspect that much of it will just be settling into my new routines, and finally getting comfortable.

I am still folding cranes. I found another great origami paper website, Kim’s Crane, from which I ordered several packages of lovely washi.

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Washi is supposed to be made from the bark of a particular tree… I have no idea if this is authentic or not. It does have a curiously non-crisp texture, quite unlike the standard origami paper. One can almost bend and mold it like clay, once it gets folded into a three-dimensional shape.

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The appeal of the designs is, of course, self-explanatory. Be warned, though, that the package I opened (the one pictured above) has more than half of the sheets in plain solid colors. There are a total of sixteen patterned pieces in this package. Still perfectly worth it, as far as I’m concerned, but buyer beware.

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I will string up the cranes in groups of sixteen and hang them on my bulletin board at work. My own horrible cold/flu bug has made the rounds of the office, hitting everyone in my own room and the room down the hall, and has recently invaded our company’s third room around the corner. I need all of the good luck for good health and long life I can get, for this bug to NOT mutate sufficiently that I catch it again!

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Here’s a bit of niceness for the end of this year: Carola has decided that my blog makes her day. Thanks, Carola! I am passing this award along to everyone who stops here to comment on my entries, because, let’s face it, that makes my day :)

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Virtual packages of bubblegum-colored origami paper to you all!

Bloggers Silent Poetry Reading

IN A LIBRARY by Emily Dickenson

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A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
A warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.

His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty,
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true:
He lived where dreams were sown.

His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

Paper cranes

Paper folding is becoming compulsive, for me, in the way knitting used to be. Both Opane and Toy To Go sell regular square origami paper in addition to the Lucky Star strips I blogged about last weekend, so when I ordered those, I couldn’t resist ordering some packs of origami paper. It is advertised specially as being crane-folding paper, so that is what i have been doing with it. It’s so much fun–the packs contain about 100 sheets of 2″x2″ paper, which folds into cranes that sit comfortably and proportionately on the tip of your finger.

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At work, I have been cleaning up a database that takes from 60 to 90 seconds to save and error-check, so every time I do that, I fold a crane–and every time someone walks into my office, they get a handful of them. Lucky Stars are good luck for both the folder and the recipient of the stars, and 1000 stars is a token of love. Cranes, on the other hand, bring health and long life, and a person who folds 1000 of them is granted a wish. This myth has been popularized in American elementary schools (so I believe) by the book Sedako and the Thousand Cranes.

In other news, I finished a jar of lucky stars, gifted it, and have started folding more.

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In Pudding news, she continues to get friendlier and more playful every day, even now, more than a month out. She was always cuddly, but now she bumps noses, climbs with complete abandon and disregard for the person being climbed on, comes out to greet guests, and sleeps–sometimes–on top of furniture rather than under it.

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Most exciting for me has been her increasing interest in toys. For a long time she had absolutely no interest in them at all. Then, for a while, only in those that I dangled and jerked around for her. Lately though she has been making friends with her jingly balls and stuffed mice, batting them from one end of the house to the other, stalking them, shaking the stuffing out of them–all of the wonderful things cats do when they play. It’s great. It means she’s happy, which means I’m happy.

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That mouse is TOTALLY being schooled, this morning.