I finished both my M.F.K. Fisher books (How to Cook a Wolf, 1942, and An Alpahbet for Gourmets, 1949). Some fallout: Lots of good passages I need to write down and probably double my usual amount of cooking in the last two weeks. Also a new awareness of different types of hungers–not just those for food. I highly recommend Ms. Fisher.
My big brother wouldn’t like me mentioning his birthday today on here, so I won’t.
Here’s a completely un-retouched photo from Blue Moon Ranch (use the link, as the image is bigger that way). Rowdy is the one posing.
A note to friends who have Photoshop: I think this kitty would look mighty nice with an eyepatch and a pirate hat.
2. International Talk Like a Pirate Day is coming up on the 19th. That’s TUESDAY. Get ready here.
3. Some etymology: I’ve never liked the word “maroon,” probably because I don’t really care for the color it describes. (I don’t mind it when it refers to piratcally stranding someone on an island. Or when used in Warner Bros. cartoons: “What a maroon!”) But I looked up its origins and it’s directly from the French word for chestnut, marron. And I like chestnuts.
Although we could hear some of the Kenny Rogers concert, it was not a musical. I did see my sewing project, which took third place (that’s worth $5! And I got a ribbon!) but didn’t get a lot of pictures, as the batteries in my camera died.
However, I did see all the fancy chickens. And the rabbits. And the goats, who were my favorite. Then we saw draft horse pulls: imagine a tractor pull, but with Clydesdales. The winning team, Sam and Bill, pulled 9,500 pounds 8 feet. I guess I’ll have to add goats and draft horses to the ranch.
So my new favorite site is called Cute Overload and that’s what it will give you. This little piggy picture is from there (go to the “Farm Animals” section and be prepared for the lamb in the sweater). Can anyone tell I watched Babe last night?
In other news, Karma from Blue Moon Ranch is for sale. For $19,000. Donations, anyone? Here she is:
I went into a cooking frenzy last night and made both pasta with fresh tomato sauce and ratatouille, in the process setting a new record for dishes dirty at one time. (Bear in mind, the kitchen at I Street is the size of an average home’s hallway.) The finished ratatouille is hiding behind the almomst-finished bottle of wine.
I blame M.F.K. Fisher (also on the table) for all of this. I’ve been reading How to Cook a Wolf for the last few days, and it’s delightful. Take a paragraph like this, for example, about shrimp pate:
“Such a [pate]can be kept for weeks or months, or perhaps even for years, if it contains enough spoices and alcohol, is correctly sealed into its mold with coagulated fat, and is kept reasonably cold. Given these three prime benefits, it can be produced when you will, like a mad maiden aunt, or a first edition (in Russian, naturally) of Crime and Punishment.“
Another favorite, preceding a recipe:
“It is called Date Delight, through no fault of mine.”