Saturday, January 25, 2014

Shrimp Bisque

Thursday was our 9th wedding anniversary. (Viva la love!)

Being an awkward day to go out to eat we opted to stay home and have pan seared steaks, prickly potatoes and spinach. Because really who wants to spend $80-100 on dinner when you know you can cook better at home? I like to go to expensive dinners for food that I don't cook such as sushi and uh...sushi.

The day before we had shrimp and grits for dinner and I had a little less than a  pound of shrimp leftover. Since they's already been thawed once I decided I would cook them up as an appetizer for our romantic dinner.

I realised I also had all the shrimp shells and decided to make some stock to freeze. While I was making the stock it hit me that I should make shrimp bisque. Having never made it before I perused the intewebs for recipes then just made something up. Something pretty awesome.

Shrimp Bisque

2 lbs easy peel shrimp peeled and shells reserved. (You only need one pound of actual shrimp for the recipe but you need the two pounds worth of shrimp shells for the stock. You could poach or saute the remaining pound as a second course. Or perhaps plan this over two nights. One night make a shrimp pasta or shrimp and grits the second night the bisque. You could also save shells from easy peel shrimp in the freezer and make a larger quantity of stock then freeze and strain that stock and freeze it in quart baggies. After all that you will need about 6 cups of shrimp stock for this recipe and 1 pound of raw shrimp.)

The Stock
Reserved Shrimp Shells
One half of a large carrot finely diced*
One half of a stalk of celery finely diced*
One shallot finely diced (or you can use the green leaves from the leek)*
1/2 cup dry sherry (you may substitute white wine here but the sherry is better)
1/2 cup brandy (the only acceptable substitute here would be cognac)
One tablespoon tomato paste
Seven cups of water
One Tablespoon of olive oil
Salt to taste

In a large pot over medium heat saute the vegetables in olive oil with a pinch of salt until tender and translucent. Add the shrimp shells and cook until shells turn red. Add the sherry and brandy. Ignite and let the flames die off if you like, otherwise cook for one or two minutes. Add the tomato paste and water. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for 30-40 minutes.
Remove from heat and salt to slightly under your taste. If using immediately-ish pour stock through a strainer into a clean bowl or pan. Press on the veg and shells to extract all the stock. If doing ahead allow to cool for one hour before refrigerating shells and all.When ready to use pour stock through a strainer into a clean bowl or pan. Press on the veg and shells to extract all the stock. (Keep in coldest part of fridge one or two days max. Can be frozen once strained)

The Bisque
1 pound of raw shrimp
*The other half of carrot chopped
*The other half of the celery chopped
*One leek white part only, cleaned and chopped (Leeks are very sandy rinse them extremely well. You can  use the green part as a substitute for the shallot in the stock recipe above.)
Heavy pinch of red pepper flakes
Small pinch rosemary
Two Tablespoons butter
One Tablespoon olive oil
1/4 cup flour
Two Tablespoons tomato paste
6 cups shrimp stock (If you have less than that from the above recipe add enough water to make 6 cups. If you have more just let the soup reduce slightly.)
1/2 cup dry sherry (you may substitute white wine here but the sherry is better)
1/2 cup brandy (the only acceptable substitute here would be cognac)
Pinch of sugar (may not need)
1 cup heavy cream
Salt and pepper to taste.

In a large pot over medium low heat saute the vegetables, in butter and olive oil with a pinch of salt, the red pepper flakes and the thyme until they are tender and translucent. Add the flour and cook and stir two minutes. Remove from heat and when it stops bubbling whisk in the stock, tomato paste, sherry and brandy. Put the pot back on the high heat and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for 5 minutes.

Give the broth a taste, there is a faint inherent sweetness that shrimp have, you are trying to echo that in the broth. If it's missing add a small pinch of sugar and salt and pepper to taste. Cook for a minute and test again. You can add one more small pinch of sugar if needed.

Add the shrimp and cook 2 minutes until shrimp just begin to curl and pinken. The shrimp will not be fully done but the hot broth and final heat will finish them, pinky swear. Remove soup from heat and either puree to desired smoothness in the pan with a stick blender or in batches in a blender or food processor. Return to a bare simmer and stir in cream. Serve immediately. Can be made ahead and very gently reheated.




Sunday, January 19, 2014

Chloeisms

It's been awhile...

Chloe: "You know that movie that's like Alice in Wonderland but it's got a good witch and a bad witch?"
Daddy: "The Wizard of Oz?."
Chloe: "Yes"

She was explaining her secret recipe to me.
Chloe: "My recipe has garlic in it and that stuff that's like vegetable oil."
Mommy: "Olive oil?"
Chloe: "No, it's not slidey at all."
Mommy: "Butter?"
Chloe: "No."
Mommy: "Shortening? Lard?"
Chloe: "No, you can't break it all. It comes in a can or a box and you pour it in."
Mommy: "Chicken broth?"
Chloe: "Yes! chicken broth! and the very best part of the secret? My recipe has tomatoes! Yum!"

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Resolutions.

When Mom was in the hospital our motto and running gag was "Don't judge me."
"Can I bring you back something to drink?" "Yes, I want tea with six sugars and a really lot of cream. Don't judge me."
"I've been wearing these pants for three days. Don't judge me."
"My daughter hasn't had a bath in five days. Don't judge me."
"All I've eaten today is french fries. Don't judge me.

In the last few days we had with her we made an awful, terrible, painful choice. It was my job/choice to explain the decision to everyone. Every time and to every person, running beneath the surface was a huge "Don't judge me."

In grief we often say and do terrible things to the people who love us. Later on after the storm has passed we regret the damage we've done. Sometimes it's too late. I was losing my mother I couldn't bear whispers of "They just let her die." or worse "They killed her."

It is the end of the year today. In many places the New Year has already begun. All around people are making resolutions. To Eat better or exercise more. To clean house, organise, prioritise, do more, do less. Striving to make up for their shortcomings and failures wanting to be better.

I try not make resolutions.

I try not to look back harshly on myself.

But I do.

And it's been a really, really bad year in many ways. Jacob being ill and Mom dying were bitter icing on a crap cake.

Things will get better and things will get worse.

But this year I am making a resolution to follow my motto. "Don't judge me." I'm going to do my best to remember that everyone has their own pain, their own motivation, their own set of values. They may be very different from mine but that doesn't make them less valid. So I will do my best to judge less and empathise more.

Don't judge me and I won't judge you either.
Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

A little back story first.

I'm not sure when it started sometime around my tenth or eleventh birthday. My mother asked me "Your birthday is on the 9th, right?" "No, Mom it's on the 8th." At first I thought she was joking, she had that kind of sense of humour. Year after year  of "Your birthday is on the 9th, right?" "No, Mom it's on the 8th." made me unsure.

So unsure that when I finally got a hold of my birth certificate I was relieved to see that it really was the 8th. 

After my 18th birthday the question only came up every few years. She'd still ask every once in awhile and I'd tell her no, it was George's birthday that was on the 9th. 

I never did find out for sure if she was joking or just had so many kids she couldn't quite remember. It was probably a bit of both. 

So Monday Pat calls me and says "Happy Birthday". We talk for a minute and I begin to suspect that he thinks it actually is my birthday. "You know my birthday was yesterday, right?' "Isn't your birthday on the 9th?"

I laughed and laughed and then explained about Mom to him. I got off the phone feeling a little better. Maybe even a lot better. I just miss Mom so much that I basically pushed through my birthday waiting for it to be over. When I least expected it was like she found a way to reach out and wish me a Happy Birthday one last time. 

What an amazing gift.

Friday, November 22, 2013

How do you take the measure of a life? Is it in the years you've lived? Is it in the money you've made? Amount of friends? Your great successes?

My mother was the seventh of eleven children. She was "raised" by a terribly abusive father and harsh and selfish mother. Despite being dirt poor, abused and sometimes abandoned she could look back on her childhood and pluck out moments of great joy and real humour. Though we knew that her childhood had been rough to say the least, we also were treated to fabulous tales of failed flight from chicken coops, snakes tucked under caps intended to terrify her mother and hilarious stories of her capers with my Aunt Carol. My mother chose to look back at the love and the light in her life as opposed to the pain and darkness. She always believed it was better to laugh than cry.

The legacy of abuse by her father stopped with her. Our mother did not hit us or belittle us. She was so opposed to spanking that one of the rare times my father swatted my bottom for saying a swear, Mom threw a rolling pin at him that narrowly missed his head, flew through a window and hit the side of the neighbours house. When we started school she told us if any teacher were to ever send us down to the office for a spanking we were instead to leave the school and go home to get her and she would take care of the matter.

She was always our champion. When any of my brothers and sisters did something wrong (I was the good child) she was always at the forefront defending us whether we deserved it or not. She always told us we were the best and smartest and wonderfullest children in the world. Not to bolster our self esteem but because she really and truly believed it.

Mom believed that family was the most important thing. She instilled in us a sense of friendship and camaraderie and "usness" that people on the outside often don't understand. "How can you work together/see each other so often and not fight? We do fight, we do get angry, we are not perfect but there are no other people in the world like my sisters and brothers. We don't always get along (although we do usually get along) but we always have each others back. It is in our best interest to work out our differences and work together. And we learned that from Mom.

She was not perfect but she did her best to fill our childhood with love, laughter and joy.

She did that for a lot of people.

Some came to sit by her side for just a moment longer. For you who held her hand, spoke to her and aided in her comfort we are ever grateful. The love that surrounded my mother in that room was like a sun to light her way.

I am so blessed to be a part of her life 




Friday, November 15, 2013

At the water's edge...

In our lives we come to places of deep and terrible waters
The banks are a treacherous and slippery slope
As we tumble in some us flail about thrashing and beating at the cold dark waves not noticing the ones who are pummeled in our panic
Others slip beneath the waves unable to fight the undercurrents that grasp and suck them down
Some foolishly believe a few deep breaths will be enough carry them safely through to the opposite shore.
Me? I am floating.
Surrounded by deep ripples and tricksome waves that plague my eyes and ears.
I have no time for flailing or drowning or gasping
I must stay afloat in this bitter brackish sea.
I must float
Soon my water wings will break and my tears will be the sea
Soon my broken heart will pour out it's endless pain
and I will cry until there are no more tears and suck in this bitter sea to make myself some more.
but not yet...for now I must float.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Home Made Halloween

Well we got Wub's Firestar costume done in time for Trick or Treat to be rescheduled. We're under a severe weather warning here. It's been raining and ick all day long. Hopefully tomorrow night will have better weather and She'll get to go to a few houses.
I finished up her mask at 1:00 in the morning last night. It's definitely flamey enough now.
I'm ridiculously happy with how it all turned out. 
I  had three other costumes to make this year. My nephew Brandon needed a bit of help with his costume for work. I was so super excited to help. 
I followed this tutorial at CraftaholicsAnonymous.
Because our costume was a wee bit larger I made a few changes. We used a queen size egg crate and the overalls were made from a twin size flat sheet. I had to sew parts of it because I didn't think the glue would hold up. Considering how quick and easy Wub's costume was I would have to say this definitely qualifies as a labour of love. There is probably 20-30 hours of work in it including having to hand sew in nearly 10 feer of velcro tape so the whole thing would close. Her advice about the aspirin and wine? I wish I could have taken it. Funny thing is I want to make an army of them next year, so it didn't break me. 
 And yes, he really is ginormous. the costume on was in the 8-9 feet tall range. To give you some perspective here is a picture of me and him together. I am 5'9" and he towers over me. 
Which brings us to my last two costumes. Both of which took less than an hour apiece to make.
Let's start with MHM's.
Basically I took a long sleeve knit shirt, (we didn't have black so this grey henley was our best option. The I took about 1/2 yard of black felt and folded it in half.. Used the shirt as a guide I eyeballed a triangle shape then traced a dinner plate along the  edge of the triangle to form the wings. I held the felt together and cut both wings at once. 
I then used a zigzag stitch to attach the wings to each sleeve and side of the shirt.  I found a bat mask I liked with a Google image search. Printed it out then traced the shape onto black foam. Cut out the mask and sewed an elastic to it. From first cut to final fit 43 minutes. That includes having to replace the needle on my sewing machine. 

For my spider costume I cut four circles out of red foam and four our of black and sandwiched a pipe cleaner in between. These are the spider eyes. I wrapped the pipe cleaners around a coffee stirrer because they were too floppy then pushed these into my bun and bobby pinned in place. My original idea had been to cover ascending sized styrofoam balls in red paint and red glitter. I was going to stack them on long wooden skewers and use them as eyes/hair ornaments. I forgot to buy the styrofoam balls so that went bye bye.

I wore a black maxi dress and a black sweater that reminded me of witchy/spider webs. A long sleeved black tee and black pants would have worked to. I thought about freezer paper stenciling a red violin on the back of my long sleeve black tee but decided against it because the shirt fits perfectly, is super comfy and is a great finish piece for a casual outfit. Not so much with a glittery red violin on the back. Also nobody got time for that. 

I measured a piece of elastic to fit snugly and comfortably below the bust. I then cut 3 pieces of black felt about 4 inches wide times the entire width of the fabric. I sewed the each strip along one edge and then trimmed close to the stitching. I threaded the elastic through one of the tubes stay stitching the elastic at each end. Then I formed the elasticised felt tube into a ring and stitched together using several passes of zigzag stitches. I the centered the two remaining tubes over this and zigzagged them down. These are the legs.

Next I took some cotton twine and tied a knot around the end of the leg I wanted to be the bottom leg. I then took the end of the felt tube and knotted it over the string to keep it secure. I eyeballed about a foot of play in the twine and tied another knot around the top leg again knotting the felt around the twine. I then eyeballed about 18 inches and tied a slipknot loop for my wrist. Lather, rinse repeat for the other side.
 All told 1 hour from cut to finish. This included breaking a sewing machine needle at the start and sewing one entire leg without any bobbin thread. (which of course required winding a bobbin and rethreading the machine) 
In the morning I put on a boat load of eye makeup, my dress and sweater, settled the belt under my bust with the legs at the back. Shoved the eyes into my bun and looped the slipknots over my wrist. Voila! Spider costume!
Happy Halloween!