Something New To Think About !

I am so excited. It's going to take some time (hopefully not too long) but we do have it planned out.  In our entrance room which is right now somewhat fixed up we are going to bring back in the wood burning stove.  It has a flat top, which will be prefect for cooking on BUT, I'm not just going to cook on it Jim is going to make me a Pizza oven.  What, You say ?!  Not only for pizza but lots and lots of bread,   We are going to put in a better floor, Then raise the stove about a foot off the floor with cement blocks around it .  On the top it will be medal inside the oven with either bricks or the blocks around it.  I'm going to have a mini kitchen out there.  My Mom's old china closet which I had put on the porch this summer is coming back in and That will be my cupboard.  I'm thinking painting it Terra Cotta. Then the BBQ cart Jim made me years ago will be painted black as he just recently put square tiles on the top of.  It has a shelf underneath  which I can use.  He's says he is going to put in a sink with a counter.  That would be great.  I already have the the 1950's table and chairs (which is gray) that Shaunna gave me and the chair cushions are an aqua, so they will fit right in.  I am so excited about all of this and will take pictures as each step comes along.   Jim says we should have everything done by Thanksgiving.  But I am really wanting it tomorrow.  Tootles

Lavender

 What smells better than Lavender ?  Nothing !  I love it.  I have four plants in my back yard and will keep on getting more.  I just think they are so beautiful.  Not far from where I live there is a Lavender Farm, Oh, you wouldn't believe how pretty it is to drive by and see the small rolling hills and bushes of lavender growing and when they are in bloom, it'sWOW.

Tootles

So much for the Herb book. Ha !
Hey, it just wasn't working so here I am back and will post more,  Tootles

Herbs in the Kitchen Chapter I

A PARADE OF HERBS

"Flavor," a famous gourmet once said, "is the soul of food."

     He should have gone one step farther, adding,"... and herbs are the soul of flavor."

     America is interested in herbs.  All over our land nurseries are gathering and offering lists of these sweet revivals of other days.  Magazines are publishing hints for the use of herbs in modern life.  Up and down the country men and women are wakening to a new-old form of food seasoning that is becoming daily more popular.

     There are some to whom herbs and their use will never be more than a passing vogue, followed for a time, then soon forgotten.  But to those versatile ones who rreally learn the secret of cooking with herbs, a fascinating path of culinary discovery and accomplishment will be disclosed.

     All the wide world of vegetation blooms and buds for you; the thorn and the thistle which the earth casts forth ... are to you the kindliest servants;  no dying petal nor drooping tendril is so feeble as to have no help for you.

     Regardless of whom or what John Ruskin actually had in mind when he wrote those words, he might easily have been speaking of a cook exploring the wealth of culinary herbs, for who else so cunningly turns Nature to her good account?

     To season with herbs one needs no spices from far lands, no exotic condiments; nothing but a plot of ground or a box in a sunny window, a few seeds, some plants.  It is a simple as that, the stocking of your kitchen with herbs, those flavors which are second to none.

     Herbs are the seasonings of the people, the seasonings one can always have, no matter what the condition of world commerce or the pocketbook.

     Herbs are as old as the first blade of grass on a cooling earth.Man, in his quest for variety in foods, was not slow to discover that some plants have characteristic fragrances that tickled even his green palate.  The true story of their first use is not known, nor the land where this occurred, for the story of every country is redolent of herbs, and the world's acquaintance with them is of patently long standing.  

     Written records of history bear testimony to their use in the earliest known times.  Theophrastus, pliny, Aristophon, Virgil and Horace, are only a few of the ancients who wrote of herbs and their place in the life of other times.  Such fragrant plants as Mint, Rue, and Cumin, are mentioned often in the Bible.  Picturing Eden as Milton painted it in "Paradise Lost," we hear Eve's words with peculiar understanding:

          Adam, well may we labour, still to dress

          This Garden, still to tend plant, herb and flower.

     Wherever man went, herbs were there for him, marking their intimate tracery through his history; Mithridates eating each morning his cakes of Rue, to counteract poison which might have been in his food; Casanova chewing sweet herbs to perfume his breath; Charlemagne choosing the herbs for his royal gardens; the companions of Columbus sowing Mugwort leaves in their shoes to relieve fatigue; early San Francisco bearing first the name of Yerba Buena (the good herb), for the trailing wild Mint grew so riotously on its hills

     Old maps of London are almost fragrant when one stoops and reeads such names as Great Saffron Hill, Camomile Street, Rosemary Lane, Royal Mint Street, and sees the Herb Market that until 1775 stood in Leadenhall.

     Many herbs grow wild and native to the soil of the United States.  Others, brought by the first comers from Europe, have become naturalized, until this is a richly sweet land of ours.  Up to a few generations ago herbs were used in America as freely as in Europe.  They were in every household garden their use a part of every women's knowledge.

     In the light of this, it would seem impossible that they could be forgotten.  But Time can so swiftly obliterate even memory of the thing no longer before one's eyes !  Interest in herbs languished, no one understands just why.  Kitchen gardens no longer boasted the dainty Thyme, the silver Marjoram, and the rest of the sweet kitchen aids of other ages.  We, whose grandmothers mingled herb scents with food to their undying fame, today find our herbal experience limited to the ubiquitous Sage, the monotonous "Poultry Seasoning."

      It is sad truth that when we Americans gave up herb culture and herb cookery we relinquished something hard to recover, and lost infinitely by its abandonment; but now at last we are being reintroduced to these magic seasonings, and taking to them like the proverbial duck to the village pond.

     Since herbs are such completely forgotten lore, their introduction to the average American will have to be as between total strangers.  Each herb must be presented, studied, used, and, if possible, cultivated, so that we well know and appreciate it.  they all are worthy of such concentration, and well worth knowing, growing, using and loving.

     My dictionary defines herbs as: 

          A seed plant whose stem does not develop woody tissue, as that of a shrub or tree, but persists only long enough for the development of flowers and seeds.  Herbs may be annual, biennial or perennial, according to the length of life of their roots.

     For practical purposes, however herbs have come to be understood as those plants whose leaves, stems or sees have aromatic or medicinal qualities, so that they my be used as perfume, food, seasoning or medicine.

     Since we in this book are concerned first of all with food and its seasoning, let us consider herbs from that point of view.  Most cooks think of herbs as little beyond those six primary seasoning plants of which they most often hear  ---  Mint, Thyme, Sage, Marjoram, Rosemary, and Basil.  When by chance they are given a glimpse of the further wealth of herbal flavor which can help make eating and living a daily thrill, they are filled with a sense of luxury.  For in addition to those six familiar herbs, there are dozens more that have real value in a home.    

     Since our crowded lives these days have limits, it would be foolish to insist that every beginning herbal cook equip herself with dozens of different herbs.  It is wiser to say, "Suit your selection to your needs and your space.  You can cook with a wealth of savor from plants of those six basic herbs: Mint, Thyme, Sage, Marjoram, Rosemary, and Basil.  You can know luxury with what few you can raise in a window garden, or those you can buy dried from your grocer.

     It is safe to prophesy however, that the cook who becomes interested at first in cooking with these few will shortly become ambitious in an herbal way, and long for space to grow more herbs for her kitchen.  for the love of herbs and their use is a love that grows.  Experience shows that it soom expands far beyond the scope of a window garden.  In this book we must plan for that expansion.  first you shall be introduced to the herbs you will want at the beginning of your career, and to those you will want to add to your garden when you have more space.  Then, as extra measure, there will be presented for you the other herbs which are, for the true gardener, "nice to have."

     At least two writers have advanced the premise that "thirty herbs will make an herb garden."  Looking over my garden and my menus, and picking out those plants most likely to figure in practical cookery, I amend their statement, and say "just six herbs will make you a good cook, while twenty-five herbs will bring you culinary fame."  In addition, they will make for you an interesting, well-rounded garden.

     Here they are, the twenty-five perfumed handmaidens that will make of you dinners family festivals.  Know them.  Let them work for you.

ANISE -- Pimpinella anisum - Annual

     This herb is one of the most ancient seasonings.  It's feathery lengths grew on the shores of Asia Minor, for Theophrastus listed it among the herbs worthy of a second sowing.  Charlemagne ordered it for his Imperial garden.  Pliny urged that it be suspended near the bed, for it assured the sleeper a youthful look when he arose in the morning.  It is easy to foresee a good crop of Anise next year, when this gets around.  The uses of Anise are not numerous, but they are important.  The green leaves are refreshing addition to salads, for their delicious, piquant flavor spurs the appetite.  The seeds are used in pastry and mixed with cottage or other fresh cheeses.

Isn't this just full of information !  See you next time.  Tootles

Trying Something New

I have been cleaning out cupboard, shelves, and closets and along the way I discovered a cook book I had bought many years ago.  I don't even remember looking through it so I probably just put it on a shelf and forgot about it as I have said before I have given more than half of my books to Salvation Army so to find this one and keep it makes me really glad.  The name is "Herbs for the Kitchen", by Irma Goodrich Mazza, copyright is 1942.  I want to share this whole book with anyone who would be interested.  It's fascinating to read and some of the pages have smuge marks, stains and even a thumb print.  There was no name in the front cover so I don't know who it belonged to but I can tell you I feel like I know her especially from her comments on different recipes good and bad.  So here goes........


 As you can see I love the Author as well as the lady (or gentleman) who owned the book.

"HERB IN THE KITCHEN"

by Irma Goodrich Mazza

The dedication page was heartwarming..

                                This book I dedicate to the two persons without whom it could not have been written: my Mother, who gave me a life to live;  and my husband, who has helped me to learn how to live it.

 How This Book Came To Be Written

Once there was a girl who had lived all the years of her life in a real American home, with its many attendant blessings. She took food and it's taste for granted, thinking it a subject of little scope which she would master someday, when she had use of the knowledge.

     Then she married.  Her husband was a Latin.  At mealtimes he upset her terribly with his notions about what to eat.

     He ate lettuce by the bowlful, with French dressing.  He refused boiled vegetables "seasoned" with butter, salt and pepper, saying they were flat. He adored onions and averred that garlic was a part of the equipment of all fine cooks.

     He clamored for the flavor of herbs in his food, and urged his wife to grow them herself, though the family estate was no more than a narrow box outside the kitchen window.  He brought home a gallon of olive oil, when the marriage certificate was only a few days old.  When his lavishness was questioned he expressed an opinion that olive oil was the lubricant of the Gods. 

     When she gave him creamed macaroni they had their first quarrel, and he said that presenting him with such a dish was practically equivalent to trying to poison him.

     What was a girl to do?  Of course it was hard on her having her complacent notions about food knocked in the head by a husband who yearned after Chicken Hunter Style and Spaghetti alla Marinaria, but she wasn't too old or too stubborn to learn.

     She turned over a new leaf. But her husband also made concessions.  While she admitted the utter loveliness of onions, garlic, olive oil and herb seasonings he conceded that one does not have to eat elaborately to eat well.  He even granted that butter has a place in cookery, and that all food should not always be highly seasoned.

     Really, the new leaf was theirs, not just hers.

     She experimented with food, with flavor, and with simplicity, strong in the belief that the wages of rich eating is indigestion.  To make her cooking interesting yet keep it healthful was her aim

    Fourteen years of feeding husband and friends, as well as self, have brought no complaints or damage suits; no ruined dispositions, which doctors say are the signs of internal strife.

     Somewhere along in those years she began to notice the strange behavior of friends.  While no one actually fainted on the doorstep and waited to be carried in, people did drop around suspiciously near eating hours.  Invited guests never suggested coming after dinner, but always asked without hesitancy,  "What time do you eat?"

     Every dinner turned out to be a cooking school, with the feminine contingent in the kitchen, and the male guests leaning in through the door.  They watched.  They asked questions, just as she had done fourteen years before.

     "How do you use garlic?  Isn't it heavy on the breath?  What are the best ways of using olive oil?  Won't salad oil do just well?  What on earth are those funny green and dried leaves you are always throwing into food?" These and like queries they flung at her continuously.

     Finally she decided that since she apparently would have to go on and on answering those questions for the rest of her life she might as well do something sensible about it.

     So she went to work at those questions.  She has answered them all.  In short, she has taken that new leaf she and her husband turned over, added all the other leaves into which it developed, and bound them into this book.

     We hope it answers all your questions, even those you have never voiced.  We hope it helps you to bring the products of an herb garden into your kitchen, mix them with your foods, and learn the variety and romance of simple savor.

* CHAPTER l *

A Parade of Herbs

Bugs, Flowers and Animals

 Jim took this picture of a Coddling Moth.  Interesting isn't it.  It really blends in with the wood.  We have seen a few butterfly's this year.  There were so many when we were growing up you saw them everywhere.  How lucky we were.  We just didn't know but we sure loved running after them.  The days are so calming with the cloud cover.  I do love the sun but when it is so hot it's just too much.  It's a relief for the eyes not having the glare.  We are taking it easy since Jim was in the Hospital.  On the look out for exercise machines.  Checking craigs list and also checking stores.  We did belong to "In Motion Fitness in Chico but that was a drive 3 times a week even though we truly enjoyed it especially the people and In-

 structors.  The drive was getting to be too much so we stopped.  I have always exercised with Jane Fonda, or Tai Chi, or one of the many DVD's I have for exercising not to mention VHS.  Oh my, now I am dating myself.  I USE to do them every morning like clock work but like I have said before since Jim is home I just can't get into it.  Yes, I have done it some but I'm not consistent and that is what you have to be.  So now I am really looking forward to get this equipment set up and getting started.  I have an exercise mat, a weighted hula hoop, a mini trampoline now so I just need the big girl bike and I am all set.  Will let you know when it's up and running.
How about these flowers.  Aren't they beautiful.  They are from the CSA I belong to.  I snip them off when they start to droop and let them continue to dry in the baskets.  I just love them and I'm amazed how they have kept their color.  Now I can enjoy them for a long time.  I have saved flowers for years.  I just can't see throwing them away.  Once I had a basket about 6 inches deep and it was full of dried flowers.  Oh the smell was wonderful.
You still smell the flower and to me it's a little stronger and it reminds me of my Grandma's house.  I love it.


I have some pictures of my dogs.  Tasha, Edward R. Merle (Eddie), and Bella (also known as Puppers).  They are all spoiled rotten and a big part of the family.  They sure do alert us if anything is approaching our house which I do like but sometimes it's a family member.  You know what I mean.

 Tasha looks so sweet here and she really is.  Not too big, just right.  Eddie is more on guard and seems to want to be in charge but when the others are outside barking at something or some noise Eddie is inside looking out the window, which is an improvement as when we first got him and he heard a noise outside he would get behind Jim's chair and peek out.  Funny uh?  He was running along the highway and would run into a gas station and beg for food from customers.  Almost got hit.  My one Son brought him to our house after trying to find the owner.  Just couldn't let it go hungry or get hit.  We picked up Tasha from Craigs list as she was on her way to the animal shelter.  The owner couldn't keep her so we got her.  And last but not least is Bella. The people that owned her kept her out in the yard well, she is so little she kept getting out of the fence so they kept her in a dog cage all day until they got home from work.  Felt bad about doing that so was looking for another home for her.  Out same

son heard the story and brought her too us.  He did call first and asked if we would take the dog, well, you know how that goes.  Oh yeah, we do have another dog which also belonged to this same son, Olivia.  Livy we call her.  She is getting up there in age will get her picture next time.
I do need to take a better picture of Eddie and Bella.  I know I have them somewhere in my pictures.  Tootles

Elviria The Queen

Good Day to you and all.  What a wonderful day and time of the year.  We are enjoying our small pool it is so refreshing and the weather has not been so hot just warm enough that the pool is wonderful.  We have gone through a scary situation in our family and am Happy to report all is well again.  We are so lucky.  Don't think for a minute we do not realize that.  Life is good and as I say Life is Grand.

These are pictures of my sweet sweet Elviria.  I bought her ceramic cats to enjoy.  There is no better kitty than she is.  

I did miss a class I was looking forward to but because of the scary situation was unable to attend.  That is okay as I need to stay close and wanted to.  Hopefully there will be another class soon.  One of the classes is a braided rug class.  Doesn't that sound like fun.  It's funny when I was a young girl my Mom had a lady in a near by town make her some braided rugs.  She was thrilled with them as I was also.  One of the rugs went into my room.  So I'm really looking forward to this class and from what Paula says the Lady who will be teaching is really nice.  Sounds like a new friend.   Tootles

Thinking !

Some thoughts and wondering's.  Just wondering about this and that not really anything in particular, maybe it's the hot weather we are experiencing today.  After all we have been quite spoiled with the cool temperatures and rain.  It just made everything so pleasant.  Right now I am tired of cooking, tired of sweeping, tired of dusting just tired of any so called work around the house.  You know when Jim worked, (not that he doesn't work now but he doesn't have a work schedule like he did so he is home a lot) , he went off to work in the morning and I would do my exercises and go through my  routine of cleaning the house.  The kids would be in school and I could have everything cleaned in an hour and the laundry going.  It was very satisfying.  Now I have no routine for cleaning, in fact I have to push myself to sweep.  To be honest that is for my little Grandson, I mean I do not want him to pull out a dust bunny from under the table or get his hands dirty running it across the top of the table.  See what I mean.  I swear living in the country is so dusty.  Hey that is why I call my house the Dusty Cottage. It Is !  The real name of my home is "Arcanes Portus Aveo"  I even have a couple sites named that.  I made a mistake when I was filling out the form and spelled Portus wrong.  I spelled it Portis and didn't  notice it until I was all done.  I just left it and figured, oh well.  I took some time to name my house.  You see, years ago and very good friend of mine, who I worked with was giving away some books.  Well I never turned down books and one of them was a latin dictionary that had belonged to her husband in 1943, anyway that was the date he had written in the front of it.  I love things like that and scoured through every page and found the meaning of the words and therefore named my house.  Arcanes means secret or hidden, Portus means haven or home and Aveo means happiness and good health.  So there you go A Secret or Hidden Home or Haven with Happiness and Good Health.  Now I ask you what could be better then that !  Now getting back to my thoughts and wondering's I have to also admit exercising is laughable.  It's funny because for years I did exercising.  I loved it.  My daughter thought I was crazy she was like my Mom and never wanted to do any.  Well now I know what they were talking about.  I do not want to do anything.  I swear I have tried all kinds of things to get me motivated.....nothing.  I have bought a mini trampoline as I use to do that years ago.  No way will I do that.  I ask you who wants to stand and bounce up and down besides Jim is home I am not going to do that in front of him.  That would not be a pretty site. It is now outside by the barbecue leaning against the house. Then I bought a weighted hula hoop.  I do like to do this.  I still can and it is fun.  I can even see how it could help trim your waist.  Do I do it ?  NO, I do not.  Who wants to.  My house is too small to do it inside and when I go out in the yard I freak my cat, Elviria out and she goes flying around the yard.  So here I am with my thoughts and wondering's.  Tootles