February 27, 2006
Same time next year
As many of my regular readers no doubt already know, February is a rather important month around the Minor-Myers household. On the 1st Saturday of the month, Christopher and I celebrate the anniversary of our first date. This year it fell on the actual day of our first date 11 years ago, February 4th, 1995. It is from this point that we really mark the beginning of our relationship.
Once we moved to San Francisco, we took advantage of the wonderful opportunity to register as Domestic Partners, first in the city and then shortly after with the State of California. Both required a little paperwork with a lot of very serious commitments... including, for the SF registry, declaring under penalty of perjury that if one of us owes someone money, that person could collect from either one of us. Even more interesting is the very first declaration:
"We have an intimate, committed relationship of mutual caring"
Do marriage licenses even say that? Anyway, that seriously impressed us. How could we ever live in a Red State or even a slightly Purple State after that? We did the SF registry when our friend Nank was visiting once -- in February. Anniversary #2.
Then, two years ago in 2004, crazy ol' Gavin Newsom (who still needs a hair-do makeover. Seriously.) went off his meds and decided he'd start letting same-sex couples get marriage licenses and have civil ceremonies. It was a phenomenal experience even to walk through, let alone get to join in on. For us, the ceremony happened two years ago today, on February 27, 2004. I’ll never forget the feeling around City Hall those days – everyone was just so freaking happy! Bouquets of flowers sent from across the nation piled up in every corner, and everyone from civil servants to ordinary citizens spent hundreds of hours volunteering to see that everything went well. It was spectacular.
C and I spent this past weekend in San Diego where his parents were visiting again, and after dinner one night, his mother trotted out a cake and a wee giftie to mark our anniversary. Everyone should be lucky to have in-laws like mine!
This got me to thinking about what different people in our lives consider when they decide how, and more importantly when, to congratulate us on the fact that our clothes, books and music are too mixed in together to separate after all these years.
My sister, Erin, was the first in my family to recognize our anniversary as a real thing, since she started seeing her now-husband right around the same time, and before they got married, they would mark time from those early dates, too. She would call and say, "I know I should know this, but don't you have an anniversary coming up?" I reminded her that we always celebrated on the first Saturday in February, and that it was sweet of her to remember at all. Not long after that, my mother, no doubt hearing that Erin had sent us a card (she's unfailingly good about things like that, quite unlike me), would call and say "Oh, now tell me again. when is your anniversary?" I reminded her many times over, but it never seemed to stick in her mind or on her calendar, though she's sent us many cards and generous gifts over the years.
After the big City Hall wedding two years ago, Mom seemed to take special notice. That "wedding date" seemed to be something she could finally wrap her mind around, so she decided to recognize that one. About a year afterward, I was having the inevitable "when is your anniversary, anyway" conversations with her, and again I went into the whole thing about our first date, Domestic Partnership and the City Hall officiated wedding. She said something to the effect of, "Well, the one you had at City Hall... that's the one I think is official." Her emphasis -- not mine.
It was then I realized that mom and I had grown so apart politically. She takes the Government (capital G intended) and trusts whatever it says. Especially since the presidential election of 2000, I have trained myself to look at the real-world implications of government actions and try to figure out who is really being served. And more often than not, it's whomever has the most money or power.
Instead of pointing this out to Mom right then and there, I reminded her that, just six months after our official wedding -- on my birthday, no less, the Supreme Court of California declared all those same sex unions null and void. She had no reaction whatsoever. You could practically see the "Does Not Compute" scroll past her eyes.
Mom still recognizes our City Hall wedding as our anniversary, and I feel badly even casting her in this light. She's a wonderful parent and loves Christopher like she loves my sister's husband. He's part of our family because she knows he's MY family, and so many other people in my situation don't have that.
Shouldn't I be happy with that?
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February 15, 2006
It's Okay to Skip Dessert
…especially if it’s carbonated.
Christopher and I celebrated eleven years of putting up with each other with another lovely meal two weeks back. Because we just spent a good deal of money at Christmas and since we’re ordering some new furniture, we decided a slightly more… austere… evening was in order, especially compared to last year.
It was my year to choose, so I chose a little neighborhood spot, since a place that fit that category was such a hit back in 2002. We hopped on BART, a confused Christopher wondering why we were on a Millbrae train, and got off in the quaint if foggy village of Glen Park and had a lovely meal at Chenery Park.
Surrounded by more senior citizens than at a Tuesday noontime opera lecture at the local public library, we had a really delicious meal served by a painfully cute waiter. The one dark spot was the bottle of wine we took. We thought we’d save on the check by only paying the $15 corkage fee. It turned out to be not so great, but a perusal of their wine list fixed that situation, if not the size of the bill.
Chenery Park specializes in fancier versions of ‘comfort food,’ so naturally we ordered their macaroni and cheese. It was delicious! Cut to several courses later, and I am full, yet still eyeing the dessert menu. When I saw that they had a Thomas Kemper Orange Cream Soda Float, I couldn’t resist.
It turns out that cocktails + wine + more, better wine + melted cheese and cream + scallops + one Thomas Kemper Orange Cream Soda Float = fucking unbelievable indigestion. And fucking unbelievable indigestion doesn’t really put one in an amorous mood, regardless of how big an anniversary it is. Burp!
Could my famous bottomless iron stomach be failing me?
Nah.
Posted by kyle at 11:36 AM
December 31, 2005
Do You Hear What I Hear?
The Christmas gift take this year has been particularly dramatic. The night before Christopher and I left on our annual holiday trip to the Frozen East, he unveiled his gift to me: a gorgeous white 40 GB iPod. This thing has enough memory to hold our entire music collection and still have gigabytes to spare. Did you hear that? OUR ENTIRE MUSIC COLLECTION. That choir of angels you hear is the sound of a new era dawning at our house.
When we arrived at my parents' place in West Virginia on Christmas Day, I watched my brother Todd open a gift my Mom, my sister and I had gone in on together: a sleek little 2GB iPod nano. This thing is so sexy that I was treating it like a religous icon when I opened it up to load it with music for him before we left. He looked sufficiently shocked and awed. Go me!
Not long after, I opened up a gift from Mom, Dad, my sister, AND her husband. For those of you playing at home, many names on the tag means a big deal present.
It was a stupifyingly cool 30GB black VIDEO iPod -- with my name engraved on the back. You heard me right: it was a three iPod Christmas. Perhaps you have already experienced this phenomenon in years past, but we are relatively late adopters of technology. Neither C'pher or I had any inkling that my family would go for such a gift, and so hadn't thought to compare gift notes.
Far from being disappointed, C'pher was excited that, in essence, HE now actually owned his own iPod. We've already started to make plans to use this device as our de-facto jukebox. I've already downloaded my first video (a free copy of the great SNL video from a couple weeks back called "Lazy Weekend" starring Chris Parnell and Andy Samberg rapping about going out to see "The Chronic...(what?)...cles of Narnia), and will keep all stakeholders informed of my attempts to find iPorn. Watch this space.
Oh, and it plays music, too.
Aside from gorgeous ornaments, fantastic and soon-to-be-digitized CDs, bakeware galore, and some great after-Christmas sale clothing, the most notable addition to our home after Les Pods has to be our Roomba. Yes, we're now the proud owners of a little round, red jobbie that will be sweeping up for us when we leave for work each day, leaving more time for us to take over the world... er, I mean blog.
Those visiting our sumptuous digs will please comment on the new cleanliness of our floors so we can say, "Oh, no need for compliments. After all... robots like Roomba have no feelings. Roomba! Come over here and sweep up those crumbs and be quick about it!" Having learned nothing from Ray Bradbury or Rod Serling, we will soon find ourselves trapped in a world we didn't make, fighting off our mechanical overlords while trying to get closer to newcomer Keanu Reeves. Sounds like an OK future to me, as long as I get to have my new iPod.
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December 22, 2005
The Goose is Getting Fa... er, Big Boned
My kitchen and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. I enjoy cooking in general and baking in particular. I now have what I think is a pretty kick-ass kitchen, subscriptions to both Everyday Food and Cooks Illustrated, as well as a hefty collection of cookbooks. I get the monthly e-newsletters from King Arthur Flour. Friends and co-workers share their favorites and ones they've always wanted to try. I leaf through relatives' recipe boxes. I clip recipes -- even the craptastic ones from inside the Stouffers Creamed Chipped Beef boxes. It's a sickness, really.
So when it came to this year's holidays, I decided I was going to do some serious damage in the aforementioned kick-ass kitchen. First came Thanksgiving, which I'm going to save for a later post (embarrassing that Nicole managed to blog about our most excellent feast before I did), so that leaves us with the Granddaddy of them all:
Christopher and I have thrown an annual Christmas party (yes, Bill O'Reilly... it IS a Christmas party. Happy now? I didn't think so.), but one that we've lived in San Francisco. We are seriously into Christmas. The food, the music, the decorations, the food, the merriment, the decorations, the food, the... well, you see where I'm going. We typically invite many many wonderful folks, who often in turn bring many many wonderful folks, so the party gets pretty large, and that suits us just fine.
Back in the day, I used to get laid off for the entire month of December, which meant I had plenty of time to devote to party prep, so the food and plans have gotten more and more elaborate over the years. I actually had to take an unpaid week at work this year, so I took the whole week before the party off -- and I baked. I hope I don't get a bunch of stoner-hits from Google from that last sentence.
I'm not the kind of cook who can pull things together off the cuff. I need a schedule. It doesn't have to be complicated, but it does have to be there. Otherwise, I won't accomplish anything. Cookie baking started in the early part of the week and continued throughout. I finished the last of them on Friday. All savory dishes were done the day before or the day of the party. The schedule worked out so well, that I even had time to throw together an extra item I wasn't planning on. Also, I watched almost all of season 2 of Once And Again, and totally bawled at the end of the last disc. I ask you: am I gay or what?
So... now for the main event. Here's what was on the menu (recipes continue below):
SAVORY
Baked Brie
Chevre with Rosemary-Infused Olive Oil
Puff Pastry Rolls:
• Salami, Whole Grain Mustard, & Parmesan
• Pesto, Sun-dried Tomato, & Mozzarella
• Ground Lamb, Dijon Mustard & Feta
Spinach Bread
Tomato-Pistachio Spread
Hot Artichoke Dip
Cheeses & Crackers
Sliced Baguettes
Crudités, Hummus and Eggplant Spread
SWEET
Christmas Cut-Out Cookies with 'Buttercream' Icing
All Butter Cut-Out Cookies with Royal Icing
Chocolate Peppermint Swirl
Key Lime Sparklers
Profiteroles with Easy Mousse
Coconut Cookies
Chocolate Sherry Balls
Molasses Cookies
Sticky Toffee Pudding
TO DRINK
Champagne Punch
Pitchers of Cocktails:
• Margaritas
• Cosmopolitans
• Mojitos
Various other hard liquors for mixing
OJ, Cranberry, and Grapefruit Juices
Wine (Red, White and Sparkling)
Beer
Coke, Diet, 7-Up, Ginger Ale, Tonic
Sparkling Water
Coffee (with Baileys)
Obviously with all that, plus many guests arriving with festive treats of their own devising (including Hebrew Bazooka bubble gum), a good, if rather filling, time was had by all. Our floors gained no new stiletto marks this year, and despite an off-the-hook phone (and I don't mean that in the "Wow, that phone is Off The Hook, Bra!" way), and an errant votive that decided to take a flying leap spreading molten destruction in it's wake (Sorry Eric, Carol, Pam and Cricket!), we really had no party fouls or foul-ups. To see official Holiday Photographer Bill Delaney's pictures from the event, click here. Thanks again Bill!
Crank up that iTunes Smart Playlist with 20+ hours of Christmas party music. I'll say it: Best. Christmas. Ever.
BAKED BRIE
This is the simplest dish ever. Thaw out the frozen puff pastry (usually very easy to find), roll it out to a bigger size, toss the cheese on there fold it all up, egg wash, bake and BAM. You're fancy. I usually "top" the brie wheel with whatever extra something I happen to have, just for that little extra surprise when it finally gets cut into. I cannot stress how impressed people are when you manage the simple feat of wrapping and baking cheese. They especially love it when you use a cookie cutter or something to cut a pattern out of the excess dough to put on top. Fancy fancy fancy.
1 sheet frozen puff-pastry, pre-packaged
flour for dusting
1 (8 oz.) wheel of Brie
1 egg yolk lightly beaten with a Tablespoon of water
¼ or so dried cranberries (optional)
Defrost puff pastry sheet to room temperature, 15-20 minutes. Partway through, check to see if it is flexible enough, and unfold to defrost the whole way.
Pre-heat oven to 400º.
Lightly flour a work surface (I often use parchment or waxed paper taped down to the counter) and roll out the pastry just a little, to ensure smoothness. Pick a spot in the center of the pastry and lay down the cranberries (or whatever topping you use, if you use one).
Place brie wheel atop cranberries in the center. Lightly score a circular shape around the brie, allowing space all the way around that will encase the brie entirely; about 3-4 inches. Using a sharp knife or a pizza cutter, cut the circle of dough out, and set the rest aside.
Fold the circle of dough up and all around the brie. Seal where necessary with a touch of the egg wash. Carefully invert onto a parchment-lined baking sheet, so that the folded side is down. Use a cookie cutter to cut a design out of the excess dough and place it on the dough, or just cut out pieces to decorate the top in your own way. Brush lightly with egg wash, avoiding getting too much on the baking sheet.
Bake for 15-20 minutes. Allow to stand at least 30 minutes before serving.
This may be assembled up to two days before the party and refrigerated (covered) until time to bake. Add egg wash just before putting into oven, not before.
If you prefer, you can "top" the cheese with fresh parsley or other herbs, minced garlic, buttered and spiced pecans or walnuts, toasted slivered almonds, apricot jam, or whatever you think sounds good.
CHEVRE WITH ROSEMARY-INFUSED OLIVE OIL
This has been a favorite of ours since our pal Elaine shared the idea with us several years ago. It's yummy, easy, and can be made well ahead of time. In fact, it should definitely be made at least the night before the party, so all the flavors have time to really combine. We usually use a log of chevre, but you could use whatever form you find, I'm sure.
1 roll (about 6 oz) of fresh goat cheese (chevre) at room temperature
2-3 Tablespoons rosemary-infused olive oil (recipe follows)
2-4 garlic gloves, finely minced
about 1 Tablespoon minced fresh rosemary
2-4 sprigs fresh rosemary for garnish
Fresh ground pepper to taste (optional)
Lay rosemary sprigs in a shallow container with an airtight lid. Spread minced garlic on a medium plate. Unwrap cheese and roll in garlic. Place cheese on rosemary sprigs. Drizzle with infused olive oil. Sprinkle with minced rosemary and add pepper. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Bring to room temperature before serving with crackers or bread.
ROSEMARY-INFUSED OLIVE OIL
You can buy this stuff plenty easily, but it's almost never cheap. I found this simple recipe on the rather dubious RecipeSource.com, but it seemed to work for me just fine. The microwaving seems to serve two purposes: it speeds up the infusion process (which, without cooking can really take weeks), and it also kills bacteria in the ingredients so you can keep and use the excess for a few days after. Beware, though... the botulism bacteria loves garlic! It's a little on the spicy side thanks to the red pepper flakes, but I think you could leave those out with no harm to the final product. I also think other herbs would work in this recipe as well.
½ cup olive oil
1 longish strip of lemon peel
2 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed
2 teaspoons fresh rosemary, roughly chopped
½ teaspoon red pepper flakes
Combine all ingredients and microwave on high for 1 minute, 15 seconds. Let cool. Cover and refrigerate overnight. Bring to room temperature before serving.
PUFF PASTRY ROLLS
Recently, Christopher and I were having dinner with an colleague of his from work named Kay. Soon the subject of our Christmas bash came up, and she asked what we were serving. At that point, we were planning on doing another fabulous tray of tasties from the most excellent La Mediterranee like we did last year. Kay, though, presented me with an idea I couldn't pass up. It was easy, cheap, and we'd already have some of the ingredients: filled Puff Pastry rolls.
Kay's first suggestion was to roll out the puff pastry dough to a nice sized rectangle and top it first with Dijon mustard, and then a layer of salami, finished with a sprinkling of fresh parmigiano. Salivating, I decided I'd do it right then and there. I figured I'd get two packages of the frozen puff pastry, which each have two sheets in them. I'd use one for the Brie, and have three more.
The salami one would be the first. At dinner that night we came up with an idea for #2: pesto, chopped sun-dried tomatoes and shredded part-skim mozzarella (aka Pizza Cheese). Not too long after that, Christopher and I were having an impromptu lunch at the delicious new French place on Valencia, Garcon (which took the home of the late lamented Alma). Garcon was 'fantastique' to say the least, as was the Merguez lamb sausage sandwich on a baguette with Dijon mustard that I gobbled up. Right then and there, I knew what I'd put in that third pastry: lamb. I decided on grainy mustard for the salami one so I could use the Dijon on the lamb.
Remember earlier when I said how easy is usually is to find puff pastry sheets? Well, it seems many local merchants have been having, and I quote, "trouble with [their] supplier" lately, and so all of a sudden it became rather rare. We finally did track some down. I've since discovered that work-friend and fellow cook Beverlee has a way around this problem: she takes the puff pastry shells, which are pre-scored to puff up into little bowls when baked, thaws them out and rolls them out again, just like a normal dough. Wish I'd thought of that!
SALAMI & PARMESAN PUFF PASTRY ROLLS
1 sheet frozen puff-pastry, pre-packaged
flour for dusting
¼ cup or so of whole-grain mustard
½ cup or so of shredded fresh parmesan cheese
½ pound or so of hard salami, sliced thinly
1 egg yolk lightly beaten with a Tablespoon of water
Defrost puff pastry sheet to room temperature, 15-20 minutes. Partway through, check to see if it is flexible enough, and unfold to defrost the whole way.
Pre-heat oven to 400º.
Lightly flour a work surface and roll out the pastry in the same rectangle it comes in until it is about half again as big as it was. You want the dough thinner, but not so thin that it rips or can't hold together.
With a sharp knife or a pizza wheel, rim away the rough edges until you have a rectangle. Leaving about a 2 inch border to the edge of the dough, spread the mustard evenly on the pastry. Sprinkle the cheese over the mustard. Lay the salami down over the cheese and mustard in a single layer. It's OK of the edges overlap a little.
Starting at one of the short ends of the rectangle, gently and quickly roll the pastry and toppings in a tight roll. Once you reach the end border, brush a little of the egg wash and then finish rolling. Pinch together ends and fold them under the roll and seal with a little more egg wash.
Place the roll on a lined baking sheet, seam side down. Lightly brush with egg wash. Bake for 15-20 minutes. Let stand another 10-15 minutes before slicing and serving. You can assemble the roll the day before the party and refrigerate, covered. If you do, do not apply the egg wash to the roll until just before you bake it.
Other variations include:
LAMB & FETA PUFF PASTRY ROLLS
¼ cup or so of Dijon mustard
1 lb of ground lamb, cooked with hot paprika, oregano, and a little red pepper flake; cooled and undrained
½ cup or so crumbled feta cheese
SUN-DRIED TOMATO & PESTO PUFF PASTRY ROLLS
¼ cup or so of prepared pesto sauce
3/4 cup or so roughly chopped sun-dried tomatoes (the pre-chopped kind sold in jars in oil are fine)
½ cup or so shredded part-skim mozzarella
SPINACH BREAD
This was my first experience in working with a yeast bread, and it turned out fine, though I think it would have been a little better served with dinner than as a party finger food. It was super bready, and rather garlicky, so if you like that stuff, you'd like this. It certainly got eaten at the party!
I was a little hesitant when the aforementioned Kay (who gave me the idea for the puff pastry rolls) told me you start this bread with something called 'Pillsbury Hot Roll Mix,' but then I figured it's just pre-measured flour and stuff, so it's probably just fine. I mean, I don't turn up my nose at Bisquick, right? Why should I eschew this fine mix, which had it's own package of Red Star Quick Yeast included. All that said, I'm sure the magic of the mix could be easily duplicated with the contents of most bakers' pantries.
The funniest part of this dish was the amount of spinach we ordered to fix it. Somehow, when we filled out the Safeway.com delivery, we ordered a 2 lb. bag of fresh spinach. This bag was nearly as big as Rhode Island. We are still trying to make a dent in it, and it's nearly three weeks after we got it. Look for spinach cookies in your stocking from me this year. They are very high in fiber and oh so festive.
1 box 'Hot Roll Mix'
1 cup warm water
1 egg
flour for dusting
2 cups fresh spinach
2 large cloves garlic, minced
Olive oil for brushing
Fleur de Sel (or another coarse salt) for sprinkling
Prepare dough according to package directions. Before preparing it for it's final rising stage, work the dough into a long, flattish tube. Sprinkle first with garlic, then a little Fleur de Sel, and then press spinach into it, folding the dough over itself so the dough is covered. Form dough into a ring and sit out for final rise. Bake according to package directions.
Once out of the oven, brush with olive oil and sprinkle with Fleur de Sel. Allow to sit for 5-10 minutes. Slice and serve warm or at room temperature.
TOMATO-PISTACHIO SPREAD
This was easily Christopher's favorite thing I made, and it was an afterthought. I had finished and cleaned up from one of the baking projects, and was waiting for C'pher to be ready to run an errand with me. I knew I had about 45 minutes to make something and clean up, and I happened to turn to a dog-eared page in the fabulous Everyday Food and discovered a Tomato-Almond spread I had wanted to try. I looked at the ingredient list and I had everything... except Almonds. Undaunted, I pulled down the bag of Trader Joe's Roasted Pistachio Nutmeats (no shell means no work!), gathered the rest and got that food processor to blazing. A half-hour later and I had a very very tasty, slightly sweet and nutty spread that went great with crackers and baguette alike.
The recipe calls for you to toast blanched almonds, but my pistachios were already roasted, so I skipped that step. Also, the pistachios were unsalted (Christopher must have been crazy or something), and so I added twice the amount of salt than the recipe called for -- hey, I like salt. I think if you used a salted nut, you could cut back. Use your judgment. Salt is easy to add, even after the fact, but notoriously hard to remove short of a full-scale evaporation of all the other ingredients. Since that powerful a sun-lamp will likely be busy down at Tropical Tanz & Nail Salon, just add a little at a time to taste.
3/4 cup roasted unsalted pistachio nutmeats
1 (14 oz) can whole peeled tomatoes
1 Tablespoon paprika (hot if you have it, though sweet is OK too)
1 Tablespoon balsamic vinegar
2 Tablespoons fresh lemon juice
2 teaspoons coarse salt
½ teaspoon red pepper flake
¼ cup olive oil
Drain the can of tomatoes, and squeeze each one to remove the seeds. Add tomatoes to a food processor along with the all remaining ingredients except the olive oil. Process until nuts are finely ground and mixture is well combined. With the processor motor running, add the olive oil in a slow stream until a paste forms. Refrigerate overnight and up to one week. Try this recipe with roasted blanched almonds or another favorite salty nut. Makes ca. 1½ cups.
HOT ARTICHOKE DIP
If our Christmas Party menu is our paean to indulgent gastronomic excess, then Hot Artichoke Dip is white-trash jewel in the crown. Containing the better part of a jar of mayonnaise ('lite' works OK, too, though) and the only kind of parmesan cheese (yes, the canned kind) available in the rural Midwest for years, our version of this unbelievably delicious dish, which we got from Christopher's Aunt Kathy, has been kicked up the spiciness index, as is our wont. It just seems right.
Now, a warning: the amounts here are for a DOUBLE RECIPE. We very rarely make less than two batches. We recommend two medium-sized casserole dishes. I suppose you could bake this all in one large dish, but the deepness of the dip is one of the best things about it. Under NO circumstances should you throw away any leftovers after the party -- you will be sorry! It is yummy for days afterward and heats up well. Also, it never hurts to have a defibrillator on hand for any possible cardiac events.
2 (15 oz) cans of artichoke hearts, drained and roughly chopped
2 cups mayonnaise (light mayo is fine)
1 cup grated parmesan (the canned kind is more 'authentic,' but fresh is good, too)
1 (16 oz) bag shredded part-skim mozzarella cheese
½ teaspoon garlic salt
½ teaspoon red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon hot paprika
Pre-heat oven to 350º F. Thoroughly mix all ingredients in a large bowl, reserving 1/2 cup mozzarella cheese and ½ teaspoon paprika. Distribute into two ungreased medium-sized oven-safe casserole dishes, and top with remaining mozzarella and paprika. Bake until bubby and heated through; about 30 minutes. Allow to set 5 minutes to cool slightly. Serve with strong crackers or sliced baguettes. Dip may be mixed, assembled and chilled up to a day ahead of time. Bring to room temperature before baking.
ALL-BUTTER CUT OUT COOKIES WITH ROYAL ICING
Regular watchers of this space may already know the joys of my absolute all-time favorite cookie recipe ever, the traditional Christmas Cut-Out Cookie with Buttercream Icing. The dough is a dream to work with (you would be too if you were full of Crisco*), only slightly sweet and very forgiving when either over- or under-baked (though given the choice, do under-bake them). Kudos to Emily for providing the forbidden silver dragees for this year's batch!
There's only one problem with these excellent treats: they aren't so very pretty. Oh, sure, they look very homey and rustic, and that's a great thing at Christmas. But years of looking at delicate and intricately decorated cut-out cookies left me wanting to try A) an all-butter cut-out cookie recipe, and 2) a batch of royal icing. Royal Icing, for those who don't know, is a relatively simple concoction of raw whipped egg whites and confectioners' sugar that goes on pretty smoothly and can, when used properly, create that gorgeous unbroken, smooth layer of icing you see in the magazines. Between my constant companion Everyday Food, and Martha Stewart Living magazine, I found both cookie and icing recipes (respectively) with no problem.
Here is what I discovered:
• Butter cookies, while delicious, are rather brittle unless they are rolled out very thickly (and are brittle even then), and don't taste a whole lot different than the tins of spritz butter cookies you can buy at any grocery store.
• Royal icing does make a prettier cookie with icing that is far less apt to get ruined, but the taste is just not up to the 'country buttercream' icing that I usually use.
All that said, the cookies came out fine and were a hit. I think if I ever got my hands on a cookie press, I might try this dough to make some spritz cookies of my own. As for Royal Icing, I think it might be fine for using on cookies made primarily as decorations, but for eating, I'm all about the classics.
* I am now only slightly regretting this phrasing.
3 cups all-purpose flour (spooned and leveled)
1 cup confectioners' sugar
1 cup (2 sticks) cold unsalted butter, cut in pieces
½ teaspoon salt
4 large egg yolks
1 teaspoon vanilla
Place flour, sugar, butter, and salt in the bowl of a food processor; process until mixture is the texture of coarse meal. In a small bowl, lightly beat egg yolks and vanilla; with motor running, add to food processor. Process just until a dough forms.
Divide dough in half; form into two 1/2-inch-thick disks. Wrap in plastic; chill until firm, at least 1 hour.
Preheat oven to 350°. On a piece of floured waxed paper, roll one disk to a thickness of 3/16 inch; chill. Repeat with remaining dough. Flouring cutters as you go (to prevent sticking), cut dough into desired shapes; carefully transfer to baking sheets. Re-chill rolled-out dough if difficult to work with.
If decorating before baking, brush with egg wash (1 large egg white beaten w/ 2 teaspoons water), then sprinkle with sugar or sprinkles. Bake until edges are firm (not brown), 15 to 20 minutes for 3-inch cookies. Cool 1 to 2 minutes on baking sheets; cool completely on a wire rack. Store finished cookies in an airtight container, up to 2 weeks. Makes about 30 cookies.
This dough can also be rolled into a log shape, chilled overnight, sliced and baked. It can also be used in a cookie press to make spritz cookies.
ROYAL ICING
The recipe I found called for some lemon juice, and I think that may have been part of what I didn't like so much. Not that it wasn't a good taste... it wasn't what I was hoping for in this case.
2 large egg whites
4 cups sifted confectioners'' sugar
Juice of 1 lemon
Beat the room-temperature whites in a large bowl until stiff but not dry. Add sugar and a little of the lemon juice, beat for 1 minute more. Add more lemon juice to thin icing if it is too thick, and more sugar if it is too thin. Add food coloring if desired. Fill piping bag with small tip to decorate cookies.
CHOCOLATE-MINT SWIRL COOKIES
I first made these really good-looking cookies last year when I got the recipe from the Food Network's '12 Days of Cookies' newsletter. For whatever reason, I decided to omit the mint extract in the recipe, and while they looked great, they really didn't taste like anything special for something that required a fair amount of extra effort.
This year I upped the ante: instead of your standard cocoa powder, I used some dark Dutch-process stuff (Valrhona to be exact... yes, it is worth it!), I added a little red food coloring to the 'vanilla' dough for a holiday flair, and the mint extract was in in in. The result was a great looking cookie that had a delicious Peppermint Pattie-type flavor.
Don't be daunted by the two-dough layering and rolling up process. It's a lot easier than it sounds, and once the rolled logs have chilled, the slice-n-bake aspect of these cookies just couldn't be easier. One should note, however, that you'll have to be able to get a cookie sheet (or something) full of flat, rolled-out, wax paper wrapped dough into your fridge for a couple of hours. My fridge has a great spot for this, but if I had tried it in my old fridge, I'm sure I would have had to do a bit of prep beforehand.
'Vanilla' Dough:
½ cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons confectioners' sugar
¼ teaspoon fine salt
1 large egg
1 to 1¼ teaspoons mint extract
1 cup unsalted butter, (2 sticks), room temperature
2 cups all-purpose flour
food coloring (optional)
Chocolate Dough:
1¼ cups granulated sugar
¾ cup Dutch-process cocoa powder
¼ teaspoon fine salt
1 cup unsalted butter, (2 sticks) room temperature
1 large egg
1½ cups all-purpose flour
For the 'vanilla' dough:
Mix the two sugars and the salt together in a medium bowl. In another small bowl, whisk the egg and mint extract and set aside. With a hand held mixer beat the butter until smooth in a large bowl. While mixing, gradually add the sugar mixture, and continue beating until lightly colored and fluffy, about 1 to 2 minutes. Stop mixing and scrape down the sides of the bowl. Add the egg mixture (and food coloring, if using) and beat until smooth. Gradually add the flour, mixing slowly until blended.
Turn the dough out of the bowl, divide in half. Place the halves between two pieces of lightly floured parchment or waxed paper. Roll into a 10 by 12 by ¼ inch rectangle. Slide the sheets of dough/parchment sheets onto a baking sheet, and refrigerate until firm, about two hours or overnight.
For the chocolate dough:
Whisk the sugar, cocoa, salt in a medium bowl. With a hand held mixer beat the butter until smooth in a large bowl. While mixing, add the cocoa mixture, and continue beating until lightly colored and fluffy, 1 to 2 minutes. Stop mixing and scrape down the sides of the bowl. Add the egg and beat until smooth. Gradually add the flour, mixing slowly until blended.
Turn the dough out of the bowl, divide in half. Place the halves between two pieces of lightly floured parchment or waxed paper. Roll into a 10 by 12 by ¼ inch rectangle. Slide the sheets of dough/parchment sheets onto a baking sheet, and refrigerate until firm, about two hours or overnight.
To assemble the doughs into swirls:
Put one of the chocolate doughs on the workspace and remove the top sheet of parchment. Brush dough lightly with cold water. Place a sheet of vanilla dough on the workspace, and remove top sheet of paper. Using the bottom piece of the paper to lift the dough, place the vanilla dough on top of the chocolate dough. Take care to line up the edges of the two doughs and trim as needed. Lightly press to smooth and seal the doughs together. Remove the top piece of paper. Brush the surface of the dough lightly with cold water. Position the sandwiched doughs with the long edge facing you. Using the edge of the paper as a guide, roll the doughs into a tight cylinder, about 2 inches wide. Wrap in plastic and refrigerate for 1 hour or overnight. Repeat with remaining two sheets of dough.
To bake the cookies:
Preheat to 325º F. Slice the dough crosswise into ¼ inch thick cookies. Lay about ½ inch apart on parchment-lined baking sheets. Bake until just golden - not too dark you'll lose the definition of the spiral, about 14 to 16 minutes. Makes about 6 dozen cookies.
KEY LIME SPARKLERS
This is another little gem that arrived in my e-mail box, this time from the wonderful King Arthur Flour e-newsletter. They actually sell a kit for making these little delights, which would likely save you the trouble of finding sour salt (citric acid), lime juice and key lime juice, but once you try them you'll want to make them again.
They are nicely tart with the great taste of Key limes, the Meyer lemon of the lime diaspora. The 'sparkler' part of the name comes from using edible glitter, which, while not necessary, does add a certain something, especially if you see them in the daylight. I changed some of the original recipe proportions to get a more pronounced lime flavor, and added a little green food coloring, since without it (or green edible glitter) they look just like Italian Wedding cookies, which, while delicious, are no Key Lime Sparklers.
One last note: make these small. The batch I made for the party got a little too big, and a little too dry in baking. Stick to the 1 inch rule.
Cookies
¾ cup (1½ sticks) unsalted butter
¾ cup granulated sugar
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 tablespoons Key Lime Juice
1/8 teaspoon lime oil
1/8 teaspoon sour salt (citric acid)*
1 large egg 2½ cups King Arthur Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
Coating
1/8 teaspoon sour salt (citric acid*)
1 cup glazing sugar or confectioners' sugar
2 tablespoons white edible glitter (optional)
INSTRUCTIONS
*Sour salt (citric acid) is what gives the cookies their sour bite—if you want less tang, use just a pinch.
In a medium-sized bowl, beat together the butter, sugar, salt, and baking powder till well blended. Beat in the lime juice, lime oil, sour salt (citric acid), and the egg. Blend in the flour thoroughly.
Roll the dough into 1" balls, and place them on lightly greased or parchment-lined baking sheets. Bake the cookies in the top third of a preheated 350°F oven for 14 to 16 minutes, until the cookies are browned on the bottom. Remove them from the oven, and cool on the pan for about 2 minutes before transferring to a rack.
Mix together the sugar coating ingredients in a pan or bag. Gently shake and roll the still slightly warm cookies in the sugar till coated. Allow the cookies to cool completely, then repeat, coating again with the sugar. (If you're freezing the cookies, you may choose to recoat the cookies in sugar once they've been removed from the freezer, before serving.) Makes about 3 dozen cookies.
PROFITEROLES (WITH EASY MOUSSE)
Yet another Everyday Food find, when I saw the recipe for the profiteroles (aka 'cream puffs') I just knew I had to try it. You actually make the dough in a pot on the stove, so that sounded cool. Yes, I am easily impressed.
In the magazine, they had them filled with the more traditional ice cream, frozen, and drizzled with hot fudge sauce just before serving. I knew that wouldn't work for me, but I couldn't think of a substitute until the illustrious Kay (she of the Puff Pastry Rolls and Spinach Bread) suggested an 'easy mousse' recipe that seemed a no-brainer: instant pudding with half of the cold milk replaced with heavy cream. It would give the right taste and would be stable at room temperature! Eureka!
I also made these a bit too large. The dough is very very sticky, but do try to keep the amount of dough in each lump down to a heaping Tablespoon. They look very fancy when they're done, and aren't sweet (no sugar) which naturally makes them perfect for filling with something sweet. If you wait to fill these until closer to the party, do NOT store them sealed in plastic or they will lose their nice light, slightly bready quality and will go a bit chewy on you. Bleah.
½ cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, cut into pieces, plus more for baking sheets
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup all-purpose flour (spooned and leveled)
4 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 egg yolk beaten with 1 teaspoon water, for egg wash
1 Tablespoon confectioners' sugar (for sprinkling, optional)
Make the dough: Preheat oven to 425°, with racks in upper and lower thirds. Butter two large rimmed baking sheets.
Combine butter, 1 cup water, and salt in a 2-quart heavy saucepan; bring to a boil over high heat, stirring until butter melts. Reduce heat to medium.
Add flour; cook, stirring with a wooden spoon, until mixture pulls away from the sides of the pan and forms a ball, 30 seconds to 1 minute. The dough is of the right consistency when it pulls away from the sides of the pan and looks like dry mashed potatoes. Remove from heat; cool 1 minute.
With an electric handheld mixer, beat in eggs, a little bit at a time, until completely incorporated (dough should look shiny and be soft enough to slowly fall off a spoon).
Drop heaping tablespoons of batter onto baking sheets (you should have 24 to 28), about 2 inches apart. Using a pastry brush, lightly brush puffs with egg wash (do not let it drip on sheets).
Bake, rotating sheets between racks halfway through, until puffed and brown, about 25 minutes. Remove from oven; turn oven off.
With a toothpick, poke a hole in each puff. Return to oven (still off) for 10 minutes (this helps puffs dry out).
EASY MOUSSE
I debated between chocolate and vanilla for these things, but chocolate won out.
1 small box chocolate instant pudding mix
1 cup cold milk
1 cup cold heavy whipping cream
Combine pudding mix and milk in a large bowl with an electric beater. Beat in whipping cream until fluffy.
Put 'mousse' into a pastry bag fitted with a medium sized tip, one just big enough to fit inside the holes in the tops of the puffs. Slowly squeeze the bag to fill each puff with mousse until it is full. Place puffs on tray or bowl and sprinkle with confectioners' sugar.
COCONUT BUTTER COOKIES
Have I mentioned lately how great Everyday Food is? Well it is. This cross between a macaroon and a chewy butter cookie is from there. I made them last year and loved them. Don't let them bake too long and don't heap the coconut on; it'll only burn. These hold up very well over time and still tasted great when I had one yesterday... a full two weeks after they were baked!
1 (14 oz) package sweetened shredded coconut (just over 5 cups)
1 cup granulated sugar
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon baking powder
½ cup (1 stick) chilled unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1½ cups all purpose flour (spooned and leveled)
Preheat oven to 350° F. Set aside 2 loosely packed cups of coconut on a plate. Place remaining coconut in a food processor along with sugar, salt, and baking powder; process until finely ground. Add butter, and process until no lumps remain. Add egg and vanilla; process just until smooth. Add flour; pulse until a crumbly dough begins to form, scraping down the sides of bowl as needed (do not overmix).
Forming 5 or 6 at a time, scoop level Tablespoons of dough, and place in reserved coconut. Roll into balls, lightly coating with coconut.
Arrange balls, about 2 inches apart, on parchment-lined baking sheets. Bake until lightly golden, 15-18 minutes. Cool on baking sheets 1-2 minutes; transfer to wire rack to cool completely.
CHOCOLATE SHERRY BALLS (aka SWEDISH CAKES)
These truffle-like delights were a specialty of Christopher's beloved grandma, and they show up every year on our cookie plates. Since there is absolutely no baking involved, they're particularly easy to make, though a little messy -- especially if you use the recommended mixing utensils: your hands. They're also often the first cookies to be made since they are stored in the freezer.
We used some of that famous Valrhona cocoa powder (it uses a lot!), and you could really taste the difference, so I'm recommending here the use of Dutched cocoa powder, though it seems to have fallen out of favor lately. Not sure why. Also remember that anytime you cook with alcohol (especially in this case, since the cookies aren't baked), be sure it's alcohol of a quality you would want to drink. You don't have to like Sherry, but even a non-discriminating palate can tell a crappy salt-nightmare Sherry from a decent one. For what it's worth, we used a pretty cheap brand, Christian Brothers, and it was fine.
3 cups oatmeal (not instant)
12 Tablespoons Dutch-process cocoa powder
¾ cup sugar
3/8 lb. (1½ sticks) butter, softened
1½ teaspoons vanilla extract
6 Tablespoons strong coffee, cooled
Dry Sherry to taste (we probably used just over a ¼ cup or so)
¾ cup confectioners' sugar in a clean paper bag
In a large bowl, whisk together oats, cocoa and sugar. Stir in butter, vanilla and coffee. Mix with clean hands until well combined. Add Sherry.
Making 8-10 at a time, roll dough into 1" balls. Place in paper bag with sugar. Shake the bag to coat the balls. Remove them and place in a plastic bag in the freezer to firm up; at least 1 hour. Store in freezer and serve cold when possible.
CHEWY MOLASSES SPICE COOKIES
My mother used to make the greatest molasses cookies in the whole wide world. Years ago, I got a copy of her recipe, but it's lost in the bowels of my recipe clippings collection (resolution for 2006... finally get that bulging envelope cleaned out and, dare I say it, organized), so when I saw this recipe in (guess where) Everyday Food, I thought I'd give it a go.
They were certainly good tasting, but spread a little bit more than I was hoping. I wanted something a bit thicker. Though this is a rare occurrence, and I have no evidence to support this, I may (and I stress 'may') have mis-measured the flour in this recipe, which might account for why my cookies were especially flat, sugary and didn't crackle at all. Hey, I get at least one dud per Christmas, pally.
2 cups all-purpose flour (spooned and leveled)
1½ teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon ground nutmeg
½ teaspoon salt
1½ cups sugar
12 tablespoons (1½ sticks) unsalted butter, softened
1 large egg
¼ cup molasses
Preheat oven to 350° F. In a medium bowl, whisk flour, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, and salt. In a shallow bowl, place ½ cup sugar; set aside.
Beat butter and remaining cup of sugar until combined. Beat in egg and then molasses until combined. Reduce speed to low; gradually mix in dry ingredients, just until a dough forms.
Pinch off and roll dough into balls, each equal to 1 tablespoon. Roll balls in reserved sugar to coat.
Arrange balls on baking sheets, about 3 inches apart. Bake, one sheet at a time, until edges are just firm, 10 to 15 minutes (cookies can be baked two sheets at a time, but they will not crackle uniformly). Cool 1 minute on baking sheets; transfer to racks to cool completely. Store in an airtight container, 3 to 4 days. Makes about 3 dozen.
STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING
Ah... the piece de resistance of our annual party. This was a recipe Christopher picked up while living in Aberdeen, Scotland. The original recipe calls for treacle, which is really just an old term for dark molasses, though I believe that real Scottish treacle has special properties that make it unique. Someday we're going to try it... if we ever run out of the little jar of dark molasses we bought a few years ago!
Here is what he said about it in the commentary of a cookbook he contributed to back in Pittsburgh:
"This dessert, rich enough to make you pleasantly sick, hails from northeast Scotland, courtesy of 'ma Blootoon quine,' Mrs. Ann Cromarty.
We always serve this late-on in the party. Bowls with a dense little square covered in a rich, warm sauce and topped with chilled heavy cream puts some people off, but there are always those guests more than willing to soak up the extras. This cake also freezes beautifully, and can easily be baked, frozen and mailed to a distant friend with the recipe (and maybe some of the ingredients) for the sauce.
Cake:
1 (8 oz.) package chopped dates
1 cup water
1¼ cups (about 6 oz.) dark brown sugar
¼ cup (½ stick) butter
2 eggs, beaten
1 cup self rising flour (recipe follows)
1 teaspoon baking soda
A healthy dribble of dark molasses
Sauce:
1½ cups (about 7 oz.) dark brown sugar
2¼ cups (1½ sticks) butter
1 half-pint carton of heavy whipping cream, plus more for serving.
To make the cake: Pre-heat oven to 350° F. In a large, heavy bottomed sauce pan, boil dates with water until mushy. Lower heat to medium and add brown sugar and butter. Cook until butter melts and sugar dissolves. Remove from heat and allow to cool for 3-5 minutes.
Stir in eggs, flour, baking soda and molasses.. Pour into an ungreased 9 x 5 inch loaf pan. Bake for 45 minutes, or until a toothpick or cake tester comes out of the center clean. Cool in the pan for 5-10 minutes. Invert the pan onto a plate, hold plate and pan together and shake until cake comes loose.
To make the sauce: Combine all ingredients over medium-low in a medium saucepan until melted. Do not let mixture come to a boil.
To serve: Slice cake and drizzle warm sauce over the top. Serve with vanilla ice cream, fresh whipped cream, or simply drizzle with a little more cold unwhipped heavy cream. Serves 8-10, or more if your pieces are small (it's very rich).
SELF-RISING FLOUR
Weather you buy or make this stuff, don't leave it sitting around longer than 4-6 months, as baking powder starts to lose some of it's kick in time.
1 cup sifted cake flour
½ teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon baking powder
¼ tsp. salt
Sift all items together well, and use in place of store-bought self rising flour.
KYLE'S FAMOUS HOLIDAY CHAMPAGNE PUNCH
OK. Confession time. I hardly invented this drink, though it now bears my name. When I learned it from a guy I saw back in the day, it was named after him. I have been making it annually now, though for well over ten years, and I feel I've sufficiently added to the life of the recipe as well as the ingredients, so I'm not entirely ashamed of calling it my own.
To serve this at one of our first SF Christmas bashes, I got myself an ugly but functional pressed-glass punchbowl from Bed Bath and Beyond. It worked out fine for a long long time. Our dear friend Ms. Julie one year got us a gorgeous glass bowl, very simply designed with high sides and with our initials etched around the rim. We use it as often as we can and have learned to love punch and the making of it.
Do yourself a favor, though and get an ice-ring mold. For a few years I managed to use a shallow bowl with a plastic jar in placed in the center to make the rings, but it's just not the same. If you absolutely refuse to do a ring, simply dump half a bag of frozen strawberries in and maybe a few good-looking ice cubes and that'll do the trick.
Also, try not to waste the Dom Perignon on this punch, even if it is Christmas. It should be good enough champers to drink, but get something on the cheap end. Under NO circumstances should you use Cooks. That stuff isn't even fit to clean your drains with.
1 (16 oz.) bag frozen whole strawberries
1½ cups of strawberry juice
1 small (12 oz.) can frozen orange juice concentrate
1 small (12 oz.) can frozen lemonade concentrate
½ of a can (6 oz of a 12 oz. can) frozen limeade concentrate
2 2-liter bottles of 7-Up, chilled if possible
1 bottle sparkling wine, chilled if possible
Rum (dark or light) or vodka to taste
Place about half of the strawberries in an ice ring mold. Mix strawberry juice with ½ cup water and pour over strawberries until the liquid level is about halfway up the berries. Place in freezer until liquid is rigid; about 45 minutes. Any of the original 1½ cups of strawberry juice that remains and water. Re-freeze. If any room remains in the top of the ring, cover with more water and re-freeze.
Remove ring from the mold by dipping the ring into a shallow basin with very hot water that comes at least halfway up the side of the ring. Use a fork to try to "push" the ring around in the mold until it comes loose. Invert ring over basin and place ring into a plastic freezer bag and store in freezer until you're ready to assemble the punch.
When assembling the punch, place the orange juice, lemonade and limeade concentrates in the punch bowl and mix to combine. Add 7-Up and sparkling wine and stir, breaking up melting pieces of juice concentrates. Float ice-ring in the bowl and add rum to taste.
The juice concentrates may be combined in a container beforehand to ease last-minute assembly. This is especially helpful if you're planning on multiple batches.
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Merry Christmas to all cooks and eaters, and remember those going hungry as we are not. God bless us every one!
Posted by kyle at 12:34 PM | Comments (1)
October 4, 2005
Mommy Premiere-est
The day we were waiting for finally came: the film version of Terry Ryan's book "The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio" had its official release this past weekend, and we were at the San Francisco premeire, which was free of celebrities except of the SF variety. That is, the author, her domestic partner, and their friends, admirers and familes were all there, including writer-of-note Isabel Allende. That "whomp" you just heard was the sound of a name being unceremoniously dropped.
For those of you just joining us, my beloved Christopher was born and raised in Defiance, Ohio, the titular town of novel and movie fame. I have only visited (many times, mind you), but was still as excited as I would have been had it been my Dear Old Moundsville up on the screen. When the book was published to some acclaim a few years back, we were thrilled. Now the movie has been made, and whether or not it's a critical success, it was a delight to every eye in AMC 1000's Theater 14 last Friday.
Christopher had written a childhood pal who still lives in town who kindly bought us two bright blue "Defiance Bulldogs" t-shirts to wear, and we were quite the celebrities in our own right both at the screening and at the reception afterward. Above, we are with a gaggle of ne'er-do-wells that we gathered for the fun, including Dr. Bob Barnett (far left), an old theater pal of Christopher's who actually lives in Defiance currently, and Marge (front & center beside C'pher), another Defiance native who's made her home here in Northern California. Click here to see the rest of C'pher's small photo album from the night.
As for the movie itself... I thought it quite wonderful. Again, for those of you who have been at the bar this whole time, 'Prize Winner' is a true-life memoir about Evelyn Ryan, a mother of ten kids whose husband drank away every paycheck, leaving Mother to provide for the family the best way she knew how; by entering and winning jingle- and slogan-writing contests so prevalent back in the day.
I was truly afraid of the family's blase reaction to their volatile father at times, and often the fabulous Julianne Moore's portrayal of Evelyn made her seem so perfect I thought I was watching yet another Stepford Wives remake. But it was easy to excuse the latter when two of the other Ryan kids, who were at both premiere and party, told us personally "Yep... Mom was just like that." Plus, she does rightly lose it a few times and that makes her triumphs all the sweeter, not to mention her good attitude under the worst of circumstances.
I chose the picture at the top of this entry because it was one of my very favorite scenes in the whole movie: Evelyn wins a timed shopping spree at the local Supermarket at a time when money was scarce and food even more so. The store employees and manager helpfully conspire that she should get even more in her cart with help, and she fills it up not just with staples to feed her family of twelve, but with all the exotic things the family has always wanted to try -- Hearts of Palm, Shrimp Cocktail, capers, and of course loads and loads of candy. They get home and open up anything and everything in a feast that the kids remember to this day. For the first time, I really felt that happy sense of optimism that everyone says was the hallmark of the 1950s. Watching that one scene, you can almost believe that America was a better place back then.*
Christopher has written a little account of our evening that he hopes to get published in his hometown newspaper, the Crescent-News (he knows some people on the staff there, and his Grandfather used to be its publisher). I love it because if he had a blog, that would be the place his piece would go. Instead, he's going for the real printed deal. What do you expect from a guy who typed every college paper but one on his Grandfather's old manual typewriter?
The moral of the story: Small towns are all well and good, but boys who know how to type a letter are the best.
* It wasn't.
Posted by kyle at 3:57 PM
July 29, 2005
A Love Poem
Wednesday's post about Christopher and what he eats for lunch reminded me of a great poem that Emily shared with me a while back. She was doing a reading at a wedding, and this was the poem the bride and groom asked her to present.
In my experience, most poems and songs used at big events (like weddings and funerals) get so passed around and overused that, even if they started out great, they end up steaming piles schlocky awfulness. Witness what has happened to Amazing Grace, a song that sends my hackles raising with the first strains (Incidently, let this be yet another method of me spreading the word: if the aforementioned song is played at my funeral, the person responsible will be harried, cursed, and generally haunted to a horrible end by my vengeful ghost. I'll bring in the Eumenides if I have to... I swear). But I digress.
This poem is simple and lovely and I think it really captures the essence of what really being in love can bring you; a sense of happiness about small things and appreciation for things you never would have noticed on your own.
Summons by Robert FrancisKeep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me the clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before, and show me.
See that I see. Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
And start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but persuade me.
You know I'm not too hard persuaded.
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July 27, 2005
Love means never having to wonder if he's had a burrito again.
Yesterday was my dear C'pher's 34th birthday. The pic above is from our SF City Hall wedding last February. For those of you keeping score, yes I have a favorite person ever and that person is Christopher. Sorry, Mom!
One thing I love to hear about is what Christopher has for lunch every day. I can't say why, but knowing what he had for lunch makes me feel the very real presence of my love for him and his for me. Crazy, I know, but true.
How's this for a theory: If you're wondering, "I love them, but am I in love with them," think to yourself "What did they have for lunch?" If the answer is "I don't care," you might not be in love. Not enough to base a relationship guide on, I know, but hey.
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February 14, 2005
A February to Remember
As you may have realized, February is a very significant month for me and C'pher. Our first date was in February; February 12th, 2004, was the day Mayor Gavin Newsom started letting same-gender couples get legally married; and two weeks into it, we had our chance to say "I do" on February 27th. Oh, and Valentine's Day, natch.
While we waited on line in our tuxes last year to be married, we attracted the attention of Chronicle photographer Mike Kepka, who kept in touch with us at different points during the year and snapped bunches of photos of us on important and not-so-important days. He even came along with us to Shanghai 1930 a couple weeks ago to snap photos and toast our 10 year anniversary.
This past Saturday was one year from the day that the gay weddings began in City Hall, and there was an article in the Chronicle about the past year. Several of Mike's photos of us got used with this article, though it was not about us, and the reporter only used one innocuous quote from C'pher, and got our reasons for celebrating this year a little mixed up (we celebrated 10 years together, not one year since our SF marriage). What was cool was that the photos were there.
The Mayor had a reception/press conference/love fest on Saturday to mark the day, and everyone who got married was invited. The Rotunda was packed; even the three levels of galleries above the main floor. We ended up in a fantastic spot; right at the top of the grand staircase. We had to look at the back of Gavin, but that's not exactly the worst seat in the house, if you catch my meaning.
It was a very exciting morning. The spirit in the room was very high and spontaneous applause and shouts of "Happy Anniversary" were going on before the speechifying even started. They showed us clips from an upcoming documentary about the weddings being done by the Mayor's brother-in-law. One scene where two deaf women said their vows to one another in ASL broght me to tears quicker than Rebecca looking at a picture of a Black Lab puppy.
When Gavin finally spoke, he really ramped it up. I think he's been taking speaking lessons from Rev. Cecil Williams, because he really had the whole Baptist preacher thing down. He gave a nice verbal spanking (again) to NYC Mayor Bloomberg and really let George W. Bush and his compassionate conservatives have it.
He went on at length about how the best weapon in the "defense of marriage" crowd's arsenal is that restricting marriage to one man and one woman is "traditional." He correctly pointed out that up until very recently, it was "traditional" not to allow people from other races marry, and that it was "traditional" to deny women the right to vote. "Just because something is a tradition," he said, "doesn't make it right." And the crowd went wild. Several times, actually.
He also shrugged off comments of people who say he's damaging his own career in politics by championing this cause. "I don't care about what happens to me," he exhorted. "I care about what happens to you, I care about what happens to your spouse, to your families, to your children, to your parents, to your optometrist...." OK, I made up the optometrist part.
All in all, it was a fantastic experience. Afterward, C'pher and I had lunch in the beautiful spring sunshine outside the Asian Art Museum before I went to my afternoon at work. We pinched ourselves for the ba-zillionth time and realized all over again how lucky we are to live in San Francisco.
Posted by kyle at 1:28 PM
February 8, 2005
A Demitasse of Cream of Celery soup, a Plate of Ahi, and Thou
Last Friday, C'pher and I celebrated our 10th anniversary by meeting friends for drinks at Shanghai 1930 (thanks to Jenny for the photo from her newest new camera), and thence to dinner at an Undisclosed Location. And no, Dick Cheney wasn't there.
C and I went on our first date on February 4, 1995. How we came to date is a tale for another time, but I'll say here we went to an early music concert that he had tickets to. I don't remember a dinner spot before or after, though I do remember not getting any "dessert" that night, if you know what I mean.
Since I was the only employed one when our first anniversary rolled around in 1996 (and I had a $75 gift certificate to a fancy restaurant), I took us out for dinner. Before dinner, C insisted he and I have a drink at a favorite neighborhood gay piano bar.
In the middle of our doe-eyed hand-holding new love glow, he excused himself to use the little grad student's room. A few minutes later, I hear the place's juke box volume go down, and the piano start up. Turning, I see him fronting a group of friends I sang in a small ensemble with. They serenaded me with "My Romance," a song we had been working on in a larger choir we all belonged to.
Naturally, I was floating. A hundred-pound lead weight would have been floating. Suddenly, my idea for a fancy French dinner out was seeming less romantic. Luckily, I was wrong.
We went to dinner at a place called Hyeholde, on the outskirts of town near the old airport. I had done a big big project at work, and museum's director gave me and the gal I worked with gift certificates to thank us.
The place turned out to be something out of a dream: it was a 1930s re-creation of a French country manor with a menu that I couldn't really appreciate fully at the time. We dined in absolute romance and luxury, and C'pher was as happy as I had ever seen him. "Buy me a shirt," he said, "and I'll wear it. Buy me a book and I'll read it. But buy me a fantastic meal, and I'll remember for the rest of my life." Score.
That started our tradition of going out on the first Saturday of Feburary for the best, most stylish and romantic dinner we could manage. We trade off years: since I planned our first anniversary, I have the odd years (3rd, 5th, etc.) and he has the evens. While we took in the mind-boggling surroundings, delicious food and excellent service at Farallon last week, we finally made a list of the places we've been. For your edification, here they are:
'96 1st Hyeholde, outside Pittsburgh, PA (K)
'97 2nd A gay-owned Italian place on Polk that's closed now, SF (C)
'98 3rd Chez Panisse*, Berkeley (K)
'99 4th Hawthorne Lane, SF (C)
'00 5th Boulevard*, SF (K)
'01 6th JohnFrank**, SF (C)
'02 7th Hyde Street Bistro***, SF (K)
'03 8th Evvia^, Palo Alto (C)
'04 9th Chez Spencer^^, SF (K)
'05 10th Farallon, SF (C)
Not a bad track record, wouldn't you say? I highly reccommend this practice. My waistline doesn't.
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N O T E S
* Both reservations courtesy my connections at work! Thanks!
** Preceded by drinks with friends at The Orbit Room.
*** I chose this place for cheapness; turned out to be a gem.
^ After dinner, we saw the St. Olaf Choir at Stanford
^^ We didn't actually eat here; C'pher got sick, so we stayed home.
Posted by kyle at 1:08 PM
February 4, 2005
C + Me = 10
Today is the 10th Anniversary of my first date with Christopher. I love him more than anything in the whole wide wide world!
If you're lucky like me, you've either already got somone just like this, or you'll someday find there is a person that you'd happily give up everything familiar in your life for just for the chance to shave the back of his neck every couple weeks.
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked anything.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.
George Herbert (1593-1633), "Love"
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February 2, 2005
Armsocks
And no, you can't borrow my armsocks. When I get some, that is. These are Emily's.
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