I had the Sister's beautiful log home to myself for the weekend. Well, except for the dogs- but more about them another time.
I spent the day Friday looking, unsuccessfully, for more morels in between hourly trips outside to chase the pups. I went into town and did some shopping because I had decided to cook for the Aunts and the Mom on Sunday. Also, I had to do something with all the morels.
Here is my prep list for Saturday/Sunday (trips outside with dogs and drinking of wine not included)
- Thaw/cut/braise venison in red wine with mirepoix
- Roast Red Peppers
- Chop three onions
- Mince two garlic cloves
- Pick 2 tsp thyme
- Core 2# tomatoes
- Brine Chicken Breasts
- Peel carrots
- Dice 1/2 bell pepper
- Dice 1 1/2 cup Rye Bread
- Clean Asparagus
- Chocolate Mousse
- Clean lettuce
- Blanch Asparagus/Snap Peas
- Grate Carrots
- Dice radishes
- Wash/Pit/Macerate Cherries (let the Mom do that)
- Sear Chicken Breasts
What started out as making a three course dinner for my the Lake Sisters became a wonderful afternoon project to make food for everyone. I started making a venison stew with morels for The Sister and her husband (a good stew takes a few days, lets the flavors deepen) and making Grandma Jane's meatloaf recipe for The Dad.
My Aunt J was unable to show up, but The Godmother did and the first thing I did was fill her a glass of Van der Heyden Table White because this is what you do for the good people in your life. Aside from missing the wine, Aunt J also missed out on:
Chilled Heirloom Tomato Soup
Roasted Amish Chicken Breast with Roasted Red Pepper Vinaigrette
on Spring Greens with Asparagus, Snap Peas, Carrots and Radishes
Ghiradelli Chocolate Mousse with Fresh Bing Cherries
Everything turned out pretty good. I wanted to make for them the sort of food that I love, items that speak about honest flavor. If I'd had an electric roaster with a spit, I'd have made them chicken the way their mother made it. But the Sister doesn't have a spit so that was out.
Don't ask me how many dishes I dirtied.
The GodMother loved the soup, so we sent it home with her. Today my Dad gave me a thumb's up on the meatloaf and the Sister and her husband said they loved the stew. Don't ever think that being a professional makes the least bit of difference- cooking food for people you love and making them happy with is a universal pleasure and really the height of socialization, in my humble opinion. At some point the GodMother will make stuffed cabbage for me again, the Mom will make her lasagna,
the Dad will fry up some kiszka*, and maybe the Sister will even make me a Lime Jello pie- and I'd stack any of these up against the plates sent by the most competent Chefs.
*Actually, the Dad has a link ready to go in the icebox right now. Tuesday he'll go to Hamtramck for the fresh rye bread and I'll be in heaven come Wednesday.
Go in Peace