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January 26, 2005

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Misspent

I must admit that my cookbooks are rather dreary. When I was a young little chef and the Food Network was new I got an Emeril cookbook (signed) and an East Meets West cookbook. Both of these are heavy on the pictures and light on the recipes. My Rachel Ray book (signed) is much better. The only other cookbook I have is the Joy of Cooking, in both hardcover and soft. The hard stays on the shelf and the soft in the kitchen (as its ring binding allows it to lay flatter).

I don't actually use cookbooks that often. I don't have anyone to cook for other than myself, so I don't do anything exciting--not wanting to buy much perishible food as I am gone all week. When I do cook for groups I usually make stuff up, often to wonderous results.

Of course, when I find the rich woman of my dreams and I can stay home and be a scholar and father, I could apply myself better. Delia Smith is wonderful, not like that slag. My friend from Ireland lovers her to pieces and is quite the little domestic goddess as well. She's getting hitched there this summer in County Cork, although not at the inn you mention.

Also, I do not like Ikea, but the only reason my shelves are from Home Depot is because I can walk to one of those and they are just as cheap. Ikea is way out in the suburbs and I don't have a car. It is very difficult to find good bookshelves, BTW. I have decided that they must be custome made. The only ones one can find the store are either too small or made to display TVs and knicknacks.

The Cardinal's wife

MIsspent, I don't like Ikea either. Oh, and
Mrs. P., why do you call that wonderful writer, Blimpish, Basil the Butler?????

Mrs. Peperium

Like Taki says, Rachel Ray has big teeth. The 'big teeth' critism is just the updated version of Wallace Simpson's 'carniverous teeth'.
If you want to meet the rich woman of your dreams go to the wedding in County Cork. Take a room at Darina's for 10 days (look upon as an investment)along with your best clothes. I'm sure that the sight of a well-dressed (and well-heeled) brooding and sad Scandinavian-American wandering about the lovely peastone paths will get the hearts pumping among all the older female clientele. No doubt they'll have their daughters drive down overnight. Either you'll end up the Lord of a Manor or some confidence men will rob you of your seersucker.

Mrs. Peperium

Cardinal's Wife : Because he butles for a living.

The Cardinal's wife

Mrs. P. why do you think he's a butler?

Mrs. Peperium

Cardinal's wife:
1. He has said he's paid to watch people from afar.
2. His wardrobe.
3. He cares about Britain.
4. He has a seriously Celtic name.
4.Before he became Colonel Blimpish he would sign his posts on Misspent's with the initials BB. Basil the Butler.

G. Pair

Lyles Golden Syrup in a 1:1 ratio with dark Karo (or some other dark syrup, if you can abide it) is also the secret to a perfect pecan pie. Never, ever use light Karo. One might as well buy a frozen pie if one has to stoop so low.

Mrs. Peperium

That sounds delicious. Thank you G. Pair. Everyone take note. G. Pair is not only a fellow fan of Jennifer Paterson but makes her/his own patum peperium from scratch. (I am very serious) G. Pair, have you ever attempted haggis?

G. Pair

Well, no. While I've almost certainly got some Scots blood (everybody does in this neck of the woods), it doesn't seem to have found its way into my eating. I don't much care for organ meats, and my reluctance to consume them ranges far beyond the British Isles. The other day I found myself in a Left Coast dim sum restaurant and was almost paralyzed to see another diner eagerly snatch a piece of lurid orange honeycomb tripe from the cart--I don't even want to think about it how it got that color. I don't even want to know how I know it was honeycomb tripe.

I did once try Jennifer's recipe for liver pate and found it OK (owing to copious sage) but not something I long to repeat. As to her deviled kidneys, I can't turn the page fast enough.

So. Color me American. With a fondness for anchovies.

Mrs. Peperium

Her deviled kidneys are the only ones I'd attempt to eat. I have done sweatbreads (Jane Grigson's) once, but probably never again. Do you prefer salt-packed anchovies or oil?

G. Pair

I think it's Marcella Hazan who insists that salt-packed anchovies are the ones to use, but as I've never found them when I'm out snorting around for anchovies (I'm a he, by the way), I've not worried too much about it. [Marcella also operates on the premise that real Italian sausage can't have fennel seeds in it, which I would take for heresy were I Italian.] Anchovies in oil don't have to be rinsed, for one thing. You can pat them dry if you're persnickety about the oil, but it actually makes the compounding of patum peperium easier--though butter is the primary fat therein. The makers of the official version insist that Mediterranean anchovies are required, but I've never asked mine where they came from and unsurprisingly they've never told. I suspect it's some place else.

Mrs. Peperium

It is Marcella. She also has an aversion to nutmeg, or is it cinnamon? The salt-packed anchovies are a lot of work, so are the capers. Although today I was thinking about attempting some salt-packed cod or smoked finnan haddie (chatting with Monty and all) for a chowder. I can't find the true finnan haddie though. Just all the fake dyed stuff.

G.  Pair

Cinnamon. Somewhere under her mattress I suspect there's a pea. Nevertheless her cookbooks are worth having, at least the two classic ones now available as one hardcover.

One of the things I miss (though I've never had it) is a good source of smoked fish like the place Clarissa and Jennifer visit in one of their episodes--is it the breakfast one at the Yorkshire brewery? I can't remember. At any rate, I live 150 miles from the Atlantic but it's almost impossible to find any reasonably local fish, much less imported, prepared fish. There's always the Internet, but that doesn't do for us spontaneous types.

Mrs. Peperium

Yes, I loved that episode. We own the tapes and the children love them. Mr. P and I used to visit with a fellow every September in Northeast Harbor, Maine. His family's fish shop had been there for more than 100 years. He was the last and in his 90's. He would tell us tales of seeing Civil War Vets in parades, Bar Harbor and Northeast before the fire...He taped a piece of paper to the window each day announcing his fare. One of a kind. The year we brought our infant daughter to see him, he was gone. His fish shop was now a very exclusive gallery...We do have a fishmonger that sells the very same crab we buy in Maine. We can get decent fish but it is very hit and miss. Across town there is an excellent fishmonger and he has ordered us cooked blue crabs in large wooden crates back when we used to have an annual Maryland backyard crab boil - all I had to do was reheat them. Try that sometime in mid to late June. But you must be able to get good Dungeness. A good fishmonger always has a cat.

Mrs. Peperium

Jennifer and Clarissa are looking for Kippers and so it is the breakfast at the brewery. She jugs them.

Monjo

Delia Smith is also a majority shareholder in Norwich City FC. Apparantly, they have really good food at their stadium for supporters.
I read somewhere that the man who founded IKEA is now the world's richest man. But IKEA were quick to deny this stating that he doesn't own all of IKEA and it is wrong to confuse what IKEA is worth to this man's own fortune.

Blimpish

We need to buy Misspent some of Delia's "How to Cook" books.

Why? Well, they're very helpful and instructive, but even better, she's a very devout Catholic. So much so that she allegedly has started getting a Priest to do a blessing before each game at Carrow Road.

I reject entirely Mrs. P's suggestion that I'm Basil the Butler. Is Basil anyway a Celtic name? It isn't mine. And, though I come from the labouring classes of England, luckily these days that doesn't mean I'm geared to a life in service. They even let me go to University and stuff.

And to the Cardinal's wife: thank you for the kind, kind words.

Misspent

I should also add that my mother would not care if I shopped at Ikea as she is not Swedish. Her maiden name began with O'.

Mrs. Peperium

It is not an insult to be a butler. Especially for incredibly wealthy people. Butlers actually run a small corporation besides having the keys to a wine cellar. There was a time when I thought Mr. P and I ought to be in service but we couldn't fiqure out a suitable poition for him. Country homes no longer have resident poets unless they are errant sons. Mr. P would make a lousy chauffeur or gardner and butler is not his style. He's not the front-of-the-parade-type-of-guy. However, last winter when Charles, as in HRH, ran the advert in the Scotsman for a housekeeping couple for the home he inhereited from his grandmother I was seriously tempted to apply. But we would have been shown the door quickly when Mr. P boxed the young prince's ears.

Mrs. Peperium

Misspent, your mother is Irish? Is she of 'orange' Irish or 'green' Irish descent? Anyway, now we understand the martinis more.

Blimpish

Hey, if she's 'orange' that could make him Swedish-Scottish-Irish-American. Oh what it must be to have ethnic identity. All I can ever say is "er, English."

I don't have anything against being a butler, but I'd be useless. Very disorganised. Frankly, when we manage to find a new aristocracy (one worthy of being so called), I plan to be in it.

Misspent

She actually isn't Irish. Maternal side she is Germanic and paternal side is from Bath, although originally someone must have been from Ireland. Very much not orange.

Mrs. Peperium

Germanic. Now the clouds are parting and we begin to understand Misspent more and more. the brooding Scandinavian-German. It's the English in you that keeps you on track. The Cardinal's wife is German and French. Her family is of Alsatian (sp?) origin. When she wakes up she doesn't know whether she is French or German. You see her nationality depends on who is running Europe. That's one of the reasons she drinks. Drinks help her to recall that she's married to the Cardinal. Being married to him does trump all.

G. Pair

If the Cardinal's wife is Alsatian, then I hope she drinks Gewuerztraminer. Single-vineyard whenever possible. One needs no further reason to drink.

the Cardinal's wife

G. Pair, I'm sorry. But I do prefer California Chardonnays. Specifically,
Chateau Montelena.

Blimpish, I believe you're a political writer for an internaional news service.

The Cardinal's roots trace back to Drougheda, Ireland and Kent, England.

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