It is Monday morning. Saturday has passed, Sunday, too. It’s Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday weekend and there is no school. On a normal Monday morning, I’d be up to my eyebrows in teaching ELA, but today and last Monday, and the Monday before last – school has been out. I enjoy the three- day weekends, but I get lazy and don’t accomplish what I should. However, last weekend was a three-day weekend for my students, it was not for me, the teachers had a workday and I got a lot done. Full Disclosure, though it felt like a three-day weekend.
The weather has been typical Midwest January – cold. Friday night we had a light fluffy snow that was almost like fake snow. Saturday morning I woke to a clear sky and an amazing sunrise. I knew it would be a great day and indeed, it was. It began snowing about noon Saturday afternoon so I decided to stay indoors and enjoy the great indoors with a fire to warm the family room. By the time the snow ended, we had three inches of fresh snow to brighten the world. There is nothing like a fresh snow to brighten the world. The sky cleared and the moon shone brightly on the world Saturday night. On Sunday, B took the kids skiing and I stayed home – I had a dog- sitting job. I spent the day catching up on things I don’t make time to do, and watching football.
Last weekend I finished my post mentioning I planned to finish the day cooking Beouf Bourguignon, watching football, and enjoying a fire in the fireplace. I did all of those things and except for the Saints, all of the teams was pulling for won. The Beouf Bourguignon turned out well, I decided to make poached pears in red wine for dessert, and they, too, were delicious. O enjoyed hers and W’s. I cooked enough so there were leftovers. I was warming my lunch in the microwave last week and I struck up a conversation with a colleague. She and I are of the same age bracket and we always have leftovers in a plastic container a novelty, of sorts. Her dish looked wonderful – pasta and broccoli and she asked about mine, the aroma (I was going to write smell, aroma sounds better, doesn’t it?) caught her nose and we got to talking about cooking. Cooking with wine. We talked about how much fun cooking is and how it is a lost art. I nodded and agreed, it takes too much time, but it is so relaxing, or at least it is for me.
So, when Saturday morning rolled around, I was inspired to do it again. It was another cold weekend, perfect for comfort food to warm the heart and everything else. Last weekend, I didn’t get much assistance from O, she did come into the kitchen while I was cooking and ask,
“What are you cooking?”
“What’s for dinner?”
And, I explained and showed her the recipe. When she discovered I was using a cookbook and realized what it was Julia Child’s she exclaimed,
“You have the book?!”
I rarely use a recipe, working from experience, or simply winging it. She was impressed that I had the book, you know, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
Later, I found her thumbing through it and she discovered ‘Bavarois aux Fruits’ with fresh raspberries. This weekend while I was shopping she asked for raspberries, always thinking, always planning. But this weekend, O was on board helping with everything from turning the meat, to chopping the vegetables, and adding the wine and beef stock. She helped with the pears, yes, I tried them again. I think she was thinking we’d get to work on her recipe. I decided it is too complex for me, at this time, at least for now. The beef cooked and cooked, the aroma filled the house, and finally, it was ready.
Crusty bread, Beouf Bourguignon, and haricot verts (green beans). O had a taste and decided it wasn’t for her. W had two plates, no wrestling until next week, I had one and another spoonful, and B enjoyed a plate. The fire was nice, but I missed the streets of Paris, the hustle and bustle of the city.
I had been thinking of growing up and learning to cook. When I was four, we lived in Paris. I have faint memories of the time. My mom loves telling the story about taking all three of us to dinner in Paris. At the time, 1966, Parisians did not take young children to dinner (even here, it is still frowned upon today, in some restaurants). After dinner, we asked to pay our compliments to the chef where upon I proclaimed,
“You’re a good cooker!”
My parents translated and there were chuckles, afterwards we were welcomed in that restaurant.
I remember my mom’s cooking with all of us watching Julia Child’s “The French Chef” and then my mom cooking each episode. I uncovered a DVD my mom gave me for my birthday several years ago about Julia Child. I watched it again last night. She was truly a groundbreaking woman and her idea about teaching people to cook, to cook well, still applies today. I see it in my office; Jan and I have leftovers, everyone else has Lean Cuisine. Cooking takes time, at least good cooking takes time and of course, wine.
I dream of Paris and the many times I visited, especially the last time when we returned dad to his beloved France. This morning, I dug through our old photos and uncovered the photos of our visit in September 1993. We’d been married almost two years and dad and Julie were living in Paris, so we had a place to stay. I remember bits and pieces of our visit – Versailles, the Eiffel Tower, and having dinner in my dad’s apartment. The photos I uncovered were of things, not people and it made me sad, because I was looking for photos of our visit, of us. Today, it is so much easier to snap a photo with a phone or a camera and keep the image, or discard it. Nevertheless, I am quick to take a photo of a place, a thing, instead of people.
I enjoyed cooking dinner Saturday night and I am going to enjoy re-heating for dinner tonight. I enjoyed the lazy evenings by the fire. Last night after the football games and Julia Child’s biography, I pulled out stationary, a pen, and sat down beside the fireplace to write my mom a letter and couple of other notes. In the meantime, my walk down memory lane needs to end, there is a lot to there always is. My plate is full. There is always something that I don’t make time to do; I suppose that is why I don’t cook like Julia Child every day. Today is going to be a great day, I know it – it is already off to a wonderful beginning – so I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one recipe, one meal.
What’s on your plate today? What’s cookin’ for you?
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Julia Child loved Paris, France, not Texas… 🙂 I used to live there for several years… speakin’ of French food – the only gastronomy accepted and recognized by UNESCO as world’s heritage: bon appétit! 🙂
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P.S. you’ll find more food posts thru my blog – if you have some spare time and if you are interested, of course… 🙂
Agreed, each place in the world is unique for it’s cuisine.. Texas has barbecue and it is truly unique. But French cuisine is classic… I am reading Julia Child’s memoir “MY Life in France” and finding it interesting. My dad lived and worked in Paris for several years and I was fortunate to be able to visit as often as I could. I love to eat and cook.. thanks for stopping by!
One of my fondest childhood memories is listening to my dad cooking with Julia Child on in the background. She really had a deep connection with food; it was amazing to see her pull together a meal.
Kids are at the age where chicken fingers and pizza are about the only things they’ll eat. So, I don’t think I’ll be whipping up any Julia Child recipes (or recipes, period, for that matter) for a long time. 😉
I remember those days well…. I have two, too. One is an adventurous eater – oyster, seafood, snails, anything that is in front of him. He turns 16 Monday,,,, hard to believe. I had hoped to go to a French brasserie for dinner tonight (Saturday) with the family and dine on oysters, french onion soup, and steak with Bernaise sauce or bleu cheese.. but life got in the way…. maybe for Sunday lunch?? Who knows… the other one is a persnickety eater…. go figure. Thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a great day.
Where is my dinner invite? You all sound like amazing chefs! Try to stay warm. Plenty of snow and cold here in NYC tonight.
Phil, I am sorry, I forgot to drop it in the post. Lately, I have been into comfort foods and enjoying warming filling foods – filling my waist line as well. Maybe I need to get into shape for the warrior dash like you. I an trying to motivate myself to get moving, but I get moving into the kitchen, instead. i have seen that NYC has been getting hammered lately, what about the BIG GAME next weekend? You going? Is it creating hysteria in the Big Apple? or even a mild blip? take care and have a wonderful day.
I am hoping there is a blizzard the day of the game! Considering the real fans really can’t afford it, and I don’t care about either team, I’ll hit the gyn and go see a movie that night. In NYC it’s kind of a blip here considering no NY teams are in it. I’m just happy the Patriots lost!
Phil, I do hope there isn’t a blizzard, but who knows……that would stink for more than just the football fans……. and folks just don’t like the Patriots do they? That seemed to be the consensus around the Windy City, too. I’ll be rooting for Peyton to win, but I am hoping it is a good game. The Seahawk-49er game was a good one to watch, especially the after game interviews. Yowswers!
Great sunrise photo, Clay! I used to watch Julia Child on PBS when I was younger. I’m not sure what drew me to the show–but I liked it!
The sunrises over the forest preserve are amazing and at times and underwhelming when it is cloudy and foggy. yesterday, I noticed the clouds hanging over Lake Michigan seemed to mmask the sunrise and mute the sun… nevertheless it was a beautiful day – inside and out. have a wonderful day!
Everything sounds fantastic! What time is dinner?
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Patricia, dinner was delicious and I have leftovers over pasta for lunch today, and tomorrow, too. It’s gonna be a great day! thanks for stopping in!
Oh yum. I go through spells where I really get into cooking and then I get bored or tired and want to go out to eat. I’m really disappointed in restaurants these days and thus we find ourselves cooking in most times. Great family photos and memories. Stay warm 🙂
I go in fist and starts as well. in the summer it is grilling and summer outdoor foods. in the winter i stick to comfort foods. My tastes are also very eclectic… but I love to eat and it is fun to cook, even if it takes time. Have a great day, I know I will.