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I want to make a rich, strongly umami stew, but most recipes seem so dull. The key is a great stock, I assume, but I have to make my own. I don't have beef bones or whatever it is restaurants use to make stock. Should I roast vegetables first to make stock? Should I use wine, or stout beer? Dried mushrooms, soy sauce or miso should deepen flavor. Garlic or no garlic? Tomato sauce? How to make sure the beef isn't tough? Thyme, clove and bay leaves seem essential, but anything else? Does anyone add unsweetened dried fruit like cherries, maybe along with a little balsamic vinegar (when made with red wine)? Any beef stew advice would be appreciated.
Edited to add: I can't use store-bought stock or bouillon cubes and the like because of salt issues and as I live in Japan I have to special order the good organic stuff and I'm all out.
Posted by betsuni | Sun Nov 23, 2014, 01:42 AM (27 replies)
Posted by betsuni | Fri Oct 31, 2014, 11:42 AM (0 replies)
There are two famously haunted buildings in Steilacoom, Washington: the E. R. Rodgers mansion, built in 1891 and sold by Rodgers after the Panic of 1893 to become a hotel/boarding house called the Waverly House, and the Bair Drug & Hardware, built in 1895 by W.L. Bair.
In the early 20th century Steilacoom was a popular resort town because of its beaches and beautiful views of Puget Sound and the distant Olympic Mountains. Bair's was the end of the electric trolly line from the city. He put in a soda fountain in 1906, the first in town to have electricity, the post office was there. It closed in the late '50s. Kids peeked through the windows at the dusty old drugstore junk, a time capsule. In the late '70s the Bair family donated it to the town and it reopened as a cafe/soda fountain/museum, but somebody didn't care for this disturbance of the peace.
From "Ghost Stories of the Pacific Northwest": 'Most peculiar is the behavior of a new product Kreger hopes to sell, a 'Secret Salmon Sauce.' ... One patron swears she saw a bottle of the sauce leap from the top rear shelf of a display, fly five feet sideways through the air, and crash to the plank flooring. ... A waitress who had seen it happen agreed. 'That salmon sauce flew off. It flew!' ... Kreger ... calls the bothersome apparition Cub Bair, the nickname of the store's founder W.L. Bair. 'He worked here the longest, and is finicky about changes.' ... 'It's nothing bad, it just doesn't like new stuff. Any type of new machine, it just goes wild.' And it seems like that goes for trendy 'Secret Salmon Sauce' too."
W.L. Bair's wife Hattie was famous for her chicken dinners, clam pie, and oyster stew and ran Waverly House from 1920 until her death in the late '40s. The Rodgers mansion was vacant from then until the sixties. As a kid I remember being invited inside by the old man who ran the place, again a boarding house. There was a small museum featuring rocks and minerals, but it was dark and creepy and I'd only go inside if my brother was with me.
E.R. Rodgers became a restaurant, and stories of strange happenings at night were well known. The alarm system and lights went on or off by themselves, appliances malfunctioned. The attic was used as storage space and things would move around, staff smelled strong perfume, a patron at the bar below the attic saw a foot descend through the floor one night. I knew someone who worked there who didn't believe any of those stories until one night after closing she and another waiter returned some wine to the basement cellar and the lights went out one by one. Nobody wanted to go to the attic or basement alone.
The apparition of an old man in a rocking chair looking north is supposed to one of the ghosts, the other is in the attic. People think she's either Hattie Bair or E.R. Rodgers' wife or daughter, but that's not the story I heard. I was told that a woman staying at the Waverly Hotel went up to the attic every day to look north for her man to return by a ship that never came. Maybe he went to Alaska to find gold in the late 1890s. Maybe he went off to sea, maybe to war. Maybe she worked in one of the saloons. Nobody wants to talk about how many women came to the Pacific Northwest to work in those places. Both apparitions were very interested in looking north.
Unfortunately the ghosts seem to have retired. E.R. Rodgers now houses a law firm, obviously no fun to haunt. Bair is probably another trendy overpriced restaurant. There used to be a Ghost Walk in Steilacoom, but I think the ghosts are long gone. When I was growing up the town was like Sleepy Hollow, old houses full of old people and old things. Now those old renovated houses sell for millions and the trees are gone because they blocked the view and there's no more grocery store or library or school. I don't blame the ghosts for giving up the ghost.
Here's a video someone took of the Rodgers and Bair buildings. The guy's voice is horrible, I can't watch all the way through.
Posted by betsuni | Fri Oct 31, 2014, 09:11 AM (0 replies)
Dracula (1931). The actors are so good, eccentric, especially the guy playing Mr. Renfield. He is warned: "We people of the mountains believe that in the castle there are vampires -- Dracula and his wives -- they take the form of wolves and bats!" Sealing one's fate: "Oh, but that's all superstition." "The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly. The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield."
The Spiral Staircase (1945). Great storm action keeping the sound effects department busy, gaslights, big old Victorian house. Sealing one's fate: "My suitcase is in the basement. I'll only be a minute."
The Dark Old House (1932). Storm action, dinner scene featuring roast beef, pickled onions, a large loaf of bread and potatoes. "Have a potato." "It's only gin. I like gin."
I Married a Witch (1942). Upon suggesting the witch's father has a hangover: "Don't tell me what I've got. I INVENTED hangovers."
The Mummy (1932). Sealing one's fate: "Surely a few thousand years would take the mumbo-jumbo out of any old curse."
Arsenic & Old Lace (1944). Gary Grant, it goes without saying. The aunts give out jack-o-lanterns to trick-or-treaters!
An American Werewolf in London (1981, not so old). "I'm certain if there were a monster roaming around Northern England, we'd have seen it on the telly." "A naked American man stole my balloons."
Posted by betsuni | Tue Oct 28, 2014, 08:28 AM (23 replies)
The buns are made with black sesame seeds, the lower bun's smeared with black squid ink sauce, there are two patties topped with cheddar cheese, deep-fried onion shreds and an orange chipotle sauce that doesn't belong there and tastes weird. Also on offer is a "ghost burger" of fried chicken with camembert sauce on a white bun, but my husband brought home the black cheeseburger.
Double, double, two beef patties
Corpse of cow, gristly and fatty
Black ink sauce from salt-sea squid
Darkened buns of sesame seed
Onion bits like crisp brown leaves
Falling from the autumn trees
Golden cheddar harvest moon
Chipotle sauce, out of tune
Double, double, cheeseburger black
Halloween taste, Donald's of Mc
Posted by betsuni | Thu Oct 23, 2014, 09:48 AM (22 replies)
Autumnal nostalgia made me buy Reese's Peanut Butter Cups the other day. They were one of the most prized of Halloween treats and held great trading powers with your siblings if you preferred less popular sweets. Its old-fashioned orange and brown package, reminiscent of unfortunate high school colors, hasn't changed. I don't even remember the last time I ate a Peanut Butter Cup. Possibly not since trick-or-treating. I took a bite. Surely this can't be the same as I remember. I couldn't really taste either peanut butter or chocolate, just salt and intense sugar. Ah, I shouldn't expect anything to be the same, it isn't and it won't be ever again. Quoth the Reese's, "Nevermore."
Posted by betsuni | Fri Oct 17, 2014, 09:41 PM (8 replies)
August 6, 2014, 8:15 on a humid rainy morning. Anniversary. No nuclear weapons, peace, everybody says in their speeches, while around the world human folly marches on.
Posted by betsuni | Tue Aug 5, 2014, 07:46 PM (1 replies)
German choreographer Kurt Jooss won first prize at the 1932 International Competition of Choreography in Paris for "The Green Table, A Danse Macabre in Eight Scenes."
"The Green Table" was the first ballet Robert Joffrey had seen when he was eleven, in Seattle. I was about the same age when I saw it for the first time either in Seattle or Tacoma in the early seventies when the Joffrey Ballet came to town. Maximiliano Zomosa danced Death. He hadn't had a dance class or seen a ballet until his father took him to a Chilean National Ballet performance in Santiago, and it changed his life: "I was shocked by the whole work, and especially the role -- I decided I just had to dance Death."
It's a deeply impressive work no matter how old you are, but when you're young and innocent and adults don't explain war to you, it's a shock to see it all there on stage. The ballet opens with diplomats gathered around a green conference table. They argue. War is declared with the firing of pistols. Death appears, shadowy and slow at first, stronger, his repetitious dance always in the background until he steps forward to dance with his next victim. Who wins? Death, of course, and The Profiteer, of course. The ballet closes with the diplomats back at the green conference table. The pistols fire again.
The Joffrey Ballet revived the work in 1967. From Sasha Anawalt's "The Joffrey Ballet":
"'The Green Table' resonated. Erupting like a force of nature from behind the black velvet curtain, Death, portrayed by Zomosa, emerged in his leather harness and dark leather boots. The audience could see him, but clearly the soldiers, as they marched off to battle, leaving their women behind, could not. One by one, Death conquered the characters onstage. Each died as they had lived. Death cradled the Old Mother and carried her off; she, poignantly, had been the only one to welcome him. Death, the stealthy and violent caretaker, hovered over the soldier on his watch. Death kept time with his arms and feet -- the horrid slap-slap-slap of the soles' metronomic beat."
The opening scene from the Dance in America 1982 performance by the Joffrey:
Posted by betsuni | Thu Jul 31, 2014, 10:29 PM (2 replies)
The story is titled "Released into Luxury" -- the five Taliban former Gitmo prisoners now in Qatar. Brian, like that announcer from "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous," unctuously insists that the five will enjoy what amounts to "a year-long all-expenses paid vacation for them and their extended families in the midst of luxury." They can come and go as they please "in this country with the highest per capita growth in the world, the five-star hotels and other trappings of wealth and prosperity." The five were released to "a hero's welcome" and installed in upscale suburban villas. They've promised not to be bad, but will be released into the wild in only 51 weeks. 51 WEEKS. Until then, champagne wishes and caviar dreams. What the ...? (I know I shouldn't watch ABC news of any sort but it's there in my field of vision sometimes and suffering builds character.)
Posted by betsuni | Mon Jun 9, 2014, 04:26 AM (8 replies)
The someone is British and said that her mother's American friend sent it to her mother and her mother sent it to her. The someone read it and said, "If it is true, it must be stopped." The story begins with: "In a major behind-the-scenes blowout, waged their worst White House fight ever over her lavish vacation trip to China." Michelle is an out-of-control spending monster wasting over 150 million dollars of taxpayer's money. "Michelle does whatever she wants and goes wherever she wants. It's as if she's tacked up a map of the world and put pins on all the places she wants to visit. The real part of it is that taxpayers are paying for her bucket list."
This was posted on an international forum of non-Japanese women married to Japanese men. Many of the members who live in Japan are teachers and I assume are not ... what should I say, not critically-thinking challenged? Yet every time there's a potentially violent situation in the world, like with Syria, the Ukraine, whatever, members from the UK, Australia, New Zealand, France, Germany -- all assume the U.S. will mindlessly attack with pre-emptive big tanks and bombs. I try to reassure them: no, no, no, this administration isn't like the last one, totally different people, there's a double standard. If a Democratic administration went to war everybody responsible would be impeached and war would be totally bad! Trust me. They doubt me even though obviously I've always been correct so far.
I try to explain about right-wing media, the unrelenting propaganda -- Clinton had it bad but there wasn't the rabid hate there is with Obama. I have to fight against the fake conspiracy theories, one after another. i feel weird. I have plenty to complain about the U.S.; I was often scolded during the Bush years for hating America. Now I'm defending America. Fictional attacks.
So, when this person posted that story about Michelle Obama and thought it was a real story, I lost my temper and was mean to her. I would never post any really bad story about politicians from other countries because I haven't lived there and don't know enough about it. Why do people who who've never lived in the U.S. so easily believe horrible things like the birth certificate or that Obama can't give a speech without being fed lines and all the rest. How can she not see that story as the nonsense that it is? How can they not take one look at Obama and Biden and not understand that they are not Bush and Cheney?
I insist that any normal human would read the National Enquirer story and see it as the crap it is, wherever they are from on this planet. Right?
Posted by betsuni | Sun Apr 20, 2014, 09:18 AM (2 replies)
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