Today is my sister Bonnie's birthday. She is 64 years old. Paul McCartney once wrote a song about this day, just for her, I'm sure. Other than the fact that she tried to kill me twice during childhood, and succeeded in making my brother, Chip, have two shorter fingers than the rest, she's been a pretty good sister. I guess she decided early on that keeping us around took alot of pressure off her, parent-wise. So Many Happy Returns, Bon Ton Kadiddlehopper. You're older than me!!!!
Cooking Class #3 started today and will end tomorrow. New chef. Liked the first teacher of several weeks ago just fine, and loved some of the recipes. But she was an advocate of using frozen or canned (YIKES) vegetables, and thought the microwave was the greatest invention of all time. I was in the unique position of taking her recipes and adapting them for fresh cooking. It's usually the other way around.
This class is called Whole Foods, and much more up my alley. I'm hearing alot of what I already know. But today she made an uncooked pasta sauce with fresh tomatoes, onions and garlic (both raw) and spices and it was very tasty with the whole wheat pasta she cooked. Also she made a dessert with fresh peaches and blueberries and very lightly cooked phyllo dough. YUM! Tomorrow we're divided into groups and making salads from ingredients our group decided on, and which she will buy by tomorrow. One of the guys in my group suggested lobster, but she drew the line. We're going to make a quinoa based salad.
After this class I'll take her Knife Skills (I'm hoping this is for chopping vegetables, and not for potential murders) one day next week. And then the following week, the pentultimate experience. . . a 5 day Master Class in Flavors! The fact that right now I'm pouring Garam Masala (see former blog entry) on nearly everything suggests that I may need some newer, more subtle techniques for adding flavor to food. We'll just see about that.
I'm sitting on my porch with a lovely glass of wine listening to the whistles and cheers at the end of the evening's orchestra concert. I attended the 1st half. . . Beethoven Egmont Overture and a Max Bruch violin concerto. Then I came home to get my laundry out of the dryer, tidy up the place and blog while I listened to Symphonie Fantastique by Berlioz from over here. Pretty sweet.
This afternoon we watched a spider beginning to spin a web in the frame of my part of the porch, and this evening he is just sitting pretty as you please smack in the middle of a gigantic web. . just waiting for supper to come by. There is one long strand that is anchoring the entire bottom of the web, and it would be so easy for me to just reach up there and ruin the whole thing. But then I could never do that. Bonnie could do that. . .but I couldn't!
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