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Stir-fry tips

I've made a couple of stir-fries recently and they call to mind a few things that I didn't know for years, and that likely contributed to the many very poor stir fries I've made and eaten in my life. Please take note:

* Stir-fried dishes must be cooked at a HIGH temperature. So, chop everything ahead of time and have it waiting for you stoveside. You'll be sorry if you don't -- you'll either cook things too low and turn them to mush, or you'll burn something.

* Buy and use sesame oil. It's really the best for this. It can take the heat. You have to store it in the fridge to keep it from going bad, but this is not a hardship.

* A wok is best for stir fry but other dishes can sub in. I haven't had a wok in a couple years [Actually I have no idea why. I think I let someone borrow it. I really should put a new wok on my Christmas list at this point, no? I don't think it's coming back, is it?] so I use my biggest cast iron. However, try to use a skillet if you have a big one; something like a Dutch oven with tall sides would hold in too much moisture and would steam your food more than you'd want=mush.

* You needn't spend a fortune to get a great wok. You've got to listen to this piece on The Splendid Table about selecting a great wok. You can order online from the Wok Shop.

* Lastly, with any Asian cooking, please go light on the seasonings, particularly soy sauce. If your dishes are soggy and salty, this is a likely source.

Here ends the public service announcement.

SATCO Hour


  CreekCreekBam  [Not in that order]

Today is my 35th birthday!! I have had so many nice cards, phone calls, IMs and emails. Thank you all. One of the ways I celebrated was reliving a long-time tradition. I realized the other day that I've been eating at SATCO for 20 years. In case you're thinking that place has been here forever, well, at least that long. Because the first time I ate there, I was at Vandy for a prospective student weekend when I was 15.

Anyway, my friend Andrew and I went to Vandy together. He's also friends with my [she would insist that I say] much younger sister, so the three of us have lunch from time to time. We ended up picking today because it worked for the three of us, but it was especially fun for me to spend my birthday with two of my favorite people.

When I was a senior in college, some of my friends decided we should make the most of the year, and declared that every Friday we'd hold "SATCO hour." So we started around 11 a.m. every Friday, with a bucket of beer, chips and cheese, and occasionally other food. The hour usually lasted all afternoon. SATCO hour was always held on the porch, but we went way into the dead of winter, and picked up again at the very first hint of spring. Many, many classes were skipped due to SATCO hour. Of course, most of us had just arranged our classes around this plan in the first place.

Note: I took a lot of pictures in college and I got out my albums the other night, thinking I'd find a fun one of SATCO hour from 1992-93 to post here, a la Busy Mom's wedding day photo. Alas, while I had many photos of my friends at SATCO, I'd neglected to pass off the camera. I must protect the guilty, so I won't be posting photos of other people who were drinking when possibly they should have been in class. I will add that all are now gainfully employed.

I still eat at SATCO a few times every year; I try to go in the summer when school is out. I guess I've gotten old and cranky enough I prefer to avoid those college kids [and the long line] when I can. But we had a fabulous time today. And SATCO is unchanging -- the menu, the wobbly, sticky tables, the Steve Miller-era soundtrack -- all your old favorites.

Plus it tastes better

Read this.

Go, and eat thou likewise. Local food -- from small-scale, independent, organic farmers, if not from your own backyard -- won't expose you to problems like this. Do you really want your food to come shrink-wrapped from halfway across the country?

My lunch the other Friday

This post is hereby dedicated to my friends and erstwhile coworkers Will and Clint, they of Emma fame, who introduced me to the Yappin' Good Time a long time ago.

Despite my well-known and long-standing love of many kinds of hot dog, and despite their entreaties about this heavenly meal, I resisted the Yappin'. Too much meat? Well that couldn't have been it. Anyone who declares spring open by the arrival of chili dogs can't look askance at a little extra meat.

I'd really like to think it's just my love of the potato pancakes [latkes to you Yankees, Jewish food connoisseurs and others who actually know what you're talking about] that kept me away from this delight for so long.

But you, my Internet friend, should rush right over to the new location (right in this area) of Goldie's Deli, ever so close to the Fixin' Supper daytime location, and order up. It's a Hebrew National dog, with cheddar cheese, wrapped in pastrami and a bun, and fried on the grill til it's piping hot. Magic, I tell you.

Breakfast should be banned

Breakfast is the most useless meal. I really hate it. It's not the act of breakfast -- eating in the morning -- but the food that I dislike so much. Although, many mornings, I can't find anything I want, so I don't eat breakfast. When I do eat in the morning, it's often not something you'd call breakfast. People at my office have made fun of me for years because I eat dinner for breakfast.

Two big problems=Most breakfast foods are either carbs or eggs.

If you eat nothing but carbs in the morning [even loving my carbs as I do], you're dead by 10 a.m. And apparently, due to some well meaning actions by my mother, I hate eggs. Now, I really am not one of those people who blames lots of things on her mother. I only say this about eggs because my mother says she made me hate eggs. It seems that when I was a baby, or maybe two, I wanted eggs every single morning for breakfast. And so my mother gave me a two- or three-egg [I can't remember the details but it was big] omelet every morning. Every single day. And then one day she asked what I wanted, and I wanted something else, and I've never wanted them again. As I say, I don't remember any of that. That's just what she told me.

As long as I can remember, I've not only disliked eggs--I've been revolted by them. I actually fix them for my kids but man, it's hard.

OK, I don't think I can even write about them anymore, but, all that is to say, they're a critical ingredient in most worthwhile non-carb breakfast dishes.

Here are the breakfast foods:
Carbs
Eggs
Processed meats

Woo, it's a real health-fest there, isn't it? You see why I just pop a Diet Coke and wait for lunch.

Look! A Publix! Right by my office!

We know my long-standing love affair with Publix. And it's been rumored before, but look, here it is in the paper: Publix is opening a store right down the street from my office. [I really thought I had blogged it when I heard the rumor, but I can't find it. So sorry.]

No official word yet on the H.G. Hill Realty site.

Helping a friend

Hey everyone. Here's a great Friday lunch item. My friend Jeanne, in addition to being a talented marketer, is an amazing songwriter. [Hey, it's Nashville. Everyone has a friend in the music biz.] Her song "World Famous" [as in, I'm world famous in my hometown....] is the challenger on a radio station in Ohio. Here are the details from Jeanne:

Hey!  Our friend Rachel Williams cut "World Famous" a couple weeks ago (a song Karleen Watt and I wrote). We'd love to get some radio play, so please take a minute to vote for it at this link. 
THANK YOU!
J
PS:  Please pass along if you want to help out!  Thanks!

 


http://www.myspace.com/jeannerichardson

Well, it's a great song -- I've even heard Jeanne sing it. Give a girl a hand, won't you?

 

Immigration

I know I haven't blogged in the past few days. It's because I've been trying to get past this one post in my brain and until now, I've been unsuccessful. I'm not sure how it will turn out but if I don't start writing, we'll never eat again.

I've been wanting to write about immigration since the cross-burning in Kentucky last week. Then, in a fit of horrible timing, our Metro Council is considering an ordinance that would make English the official language of Davidson County and put all government communications in English, of course with "certain exceptions."

Let's be clear, peeps. All government communication is in English now, "with certain exceptions." Those being stuff like, if you call up 911 and are speaking Spanish, I think they're going to put on the Spanish-speaking operator. [Please, we all know better than to test the system.] If you come to court and don't speak English, no one will look at you like you're an idiot; they'll get you a translator. You can receive ballots and voting information in your own language -- that's federal law, by the way. Now, that federal law is the reason for the caveat in Council Member Eric Crafton's ordinance. The original ordinance provided no such wiggle room. But he's not really concerned about it one way or the other, I don't think. My guess is that the point is to stir up the issue here less than two months before the election.

If you're not interested in reading a rant, stop here and go clean your own kitchen.

Those who offer and support such proposals play to our basest instincts. They make it all too clear that many of us have not gotten beyond the color of our skin and moved on to the content of our character.

Please do not interrupt me to say, "This proposal will encourage immigrants to learn English."

Show me the immigrant who does not wish to learn English. No one prefers to be unable to communicate with those around him. No one wishes to ignore the tools that will allow success in life. That's just ludicrous. Immigrants are learning English already. It ain't an easy language, BTW.

Please do not say, "You must know English to participate in the American way of life."

Says who? For decades and decades, almost entire states of our country functioned largely in German, unofficially. In the Southwest and Florida and Texas, Spanish has been heavily spoken since before English was. While we have a current resurgence in Latino immigration -- thanks to U.S. immigration and trade policy -- the cultural situation is nothing new. And, let's not forget that the first English settlers were welcomed by people who, say it with me now, did not speak English.

Here's more that these English-only folks are ignoring:
* Until 1882, our national immigration policy was effectively written at the plaque on the Statue of Liberty, in Emma Lazarus' poem:

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

We had no policy: all were welcome. Surprised?
* In 1882 we started excluding people from China. That ban was not totally lifted until 60 years later.
* Between then and now, we have enacted various immigration acts every few years, some broad and some very specific. In general, many of them seem highly motivated by racism or political gain or both.
* So, let's not wonder why the current system isn't working so well.

I'm all for excluding terrorists. Though we'll have to positively identify who they are, without catching the rest of us in the dragnet. I know too many people on the airline watch list -- no, they're not terrorists :) -- to be convinced that our current efforts are very effective. Beyond that, I don't buy the arguments about immigrants -- legal or illegal -- taking American jobs.

Let's see. Unemployment stands where? 5%? And it's been LOWER than that in the past couple of years?

Do you remember in the mid-90s when unemployment got down to 6 or 7%, and the government, and the media, and everyone, really, had this huge party, because this was considered "full employment"?

I can't find accurate stats on illegal immigration from the mid-90s, but the sources I've checked seem to agree that it has gone up quite a bit in the past five years in particular [among other factors, there are several reasons NAFTA encourages it, so it's really begun to pick up steam], so now we have around 12 million illegal immigrants and 5% unemployment.

Umm. Yes, that is a bad, bad problem. Terrible. Send. Them. Home. [That's sarcasm, people.]

Obviously immigration and unemployment aren't the only factors at work; a significant item up for consideration is how we calculate unemployment. [But that's another item for another day, and most likely for someone else's blog.]

My whole point is this: cross-burnings, illegal immigration, going after construction subcontractors to check employee paperwork, English-only ordinances -- they're all about Latinos. This is about the color of your skin. Do not let anyone tell you different.

And here's the part I cannot abide: there are a lot of people saying things like, "I'm OK with this ordinance if we're protecting the public health and safety."

If that's all we can hope for, our dreams are not very big. That's not the America I was raised to believe in, and that's not what I elect my representatives to do. [Kudos to Mike Jameson, Erik Cole and several others on the council who are standing up against this proposed ordinance.]

I was raised to believe that this is the land of the free and the home of the brave. In the America of my heart, we would welcome new immigrants as our ancestors were welcomed -- or as we wish they were -- whether that was 5 years ago, 50 or 400. We would not be selfish with the incredible potential of this great land and its singular people. Its promise is not limited and thus our arms must remain open. Only when we turn inward do we diminish our future.

If people are willing to starve in the cargo hold of a ship, suffocate in the trailer of a truck and crawl through the desert to get here, my God, we want to send them home? Bless those people, bless them every one. What a rotten, horrible inversion of their dreams to find that there are many who would turn them away. Despite all that has happened in the past five years -- no matter your political views, it's unfortunately clear that America is now a lightning rod on the world stage -- thousands and thousands of people still believe in the American dream. They just aren't all here yet.

None of us -- not Eric Crafton, not anyone -- has to be fearful of those who wish to share in America's bounty. There's no zero-sum game in the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, or the almighty American marketplace. They're all big enough to go around.

Finally, I will add one last thought. I think there are probably a great many people who think this is probably a bad idea, but you know, it just doesn't apply to them. If they run into their Council member, they might mention it. Here's all I can tell you: today it's not you. But Niemoller says it best when it comes to doing the right thing.

First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out - because I was not a Communist;
Then they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out - because I was not a Socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out - because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out - because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak out for me.

Rev. Martin Niemoller, 1945

Tailgating season

There's little better than a sunny afternoon in the fall, a tailgate party before the big game, lots of friends, plenty to eat and drink, nothing else to do but to while away the day....

Well, a win is better.

But we Vanderbilt fans don't get hung up on the details. As Vanderbilt has shown fits and starts of improvement the past couple of years, we've ended up with more TV games. For several years in the late 90s and early 00s, it seemed like no matter how highly ranked our opponent, we were a guaranteed dark week for them on TV. Now, [and also with more TV sports channels by the millisecond] I find that almost any game is likely to be moved to an obscure time for the benefit of the almighty camera.

Thus my dilemma.

While a game time of 11:30 a.m. sounds reasonable, you have to think about the side effects: a 9 a.m. tailgate? Ugh. Someone at work said, ohhhhh right. You'll have been out so late the night before.

People. Single mothers with two young children are never "out late the night before." Unless you're hiring me a live-in nanny for my birthday [two weeks from yesterday, get busy!], I'm always up at 6 a.m. It's the food issue I'm concerned with, as always.

When a tailgate starts at 9 or 9:30 in the morning, and the game begins at 11:30, the party spans those uncomfortable brunch hours. Brunch is a made-up meal. [I said it here first. Let's call it my line in the concrete. I've never liked brunch.] Our bodies do not crave brunch. Inevitably, someone at the tailgate needs breakfast and others lunch. Ain't no way to send 'em all to the stadium happy.

I mulled over my "brunch" recipes for four days, trying to think of something that would be really the perfect dish. I do like the one I came up with but it's still too much on the breakfast side for me. When you know that there are already going to be lots of doughnuts and sweet rolls, you hate not to bring the lunch-y side of the plate. Ah, maybe next time.

My mom got this recipe years ago from her friend Ann Mullican. Since it's not my own invention, I don't mind telling you: It's amazing. You won't believe how good it is when you taste it. It's also great for weekend company.

Monkey Bread
3 or 4 cans 10-count refrigerator biscuits [not the kind that separate into layers] [I always made with 3 cans before, but I found a four-pack on sale yesterday and that was fine. Also, buy the cheap ones. You can't tell the difference.]
1 c. brown sugar
1 1/4 c. butter
2/3 c. sugar
1 T. cinnamon

Heat oven to 350. Coat Bundt pan with cooking spray.

Melt brown sugar and butter over low heat. Mix sugar and cinnamon well in a gallon-sized zip-top bag.

Cut or tear each biscuit in half and place in the bag. I find it works best if you put them into the bag in batches of 10 biscuits, 20 pieces, and shake to coat, but there is no need to remove the biscuits until all are finished.

Place half the biscuits in the Bundt pan. Coat with half the butter/brown sugar mixture. Top with the other biscuits and the other half of the syrup.

Bake for 30 minutes. Let cool in the pan for 15 minutes. Invert and serve!

You can also add nuts [pecans are great] to the brown sugar mixture. Maybe you don't have a 7yo at your house. :)

Me & all the presidents; buy my uncle's book

We are REALLY going to get back to food shortly around here. But we had a fun family occurrence the other night so I'm sharing.

My uncle Marion was on Larry King Live. Now maybe your extended family is interviewed on LKL every other week but it's a first for me. Uncle Marion has written a book about President Carter's trip to North Korea in 1994 to diffuse the nuclear standoff at the time. Great work! Uncle Marion accompanied him. We even got to see him on TV then, too. Fun.

My uncle was a career diplomat before his current work as a professor at Emory. He also worked for a time at the Carter Center in Atlanta. He is wicked smart. Knows a lot about everything and is fascinating to talk to.

So, please buy this book.

His appearance on LKL got me to thinking about my degrees of separation from various presidents. I made a chart to represent:
Degrees_2






Short stories:
Line 1: Above.
Line 2: My boss met current President Bush, who I am pretty sure knows the other President Bush.
Line 3: I once met President Clinton at a rally when I was in college, before he was president. I also met Hillary and Al and Tipper.

Not on the graph: My mother says I am 1st cousins seven times removed to President James K. Polk, but you'd have to get her to explain that. I also cannot explain the social justice [lack thereof] of Manifest Destiny, but I understand the urge to explore and the national security interest. Glad I wasn't president then or now.

And please buy my uncle's book.