Water-colored Memories

I’m a little obsessive in my quest to create traditions for my family.  I can’t explain what motivates this behavior, but I’m happy to just let it be a part of me.   I couldn’t say when it was that my interest in creating my own memories shifted to an interest in helping my kids create memories.  Maybe sometime around the formation of their respective placentas, but that’s just a guesstimate. 

Diversionary tactic:  I really dislike the non-word “guesstimate.”

This weekend my kids had a sleepover with two friends and they camped out in the yard. 

We, as a family, went to three different parties.  Very different parties.  The only discernible common denominator is that I didn’t see the kids from the moment we arrived at each house until the moment it was time to leave.  They were filthy, full, and fatigued.  Success.

We bought a new car.  Mydaughter traced her initials encircled by heart shapes in the dust and pollen on the old car before we traded it in.  She swore she’d “never love” the new car as much as the old one.  Until she saw the way Bluetooth works in the new one.  Fickle, fickle child.

The pool opened this weekend.  Both kids were in the water more than out over the past three days. 

On Sunday night, the kids spent the night at their grandmother’s house, where they ate chocolate frogs to their hearts’ content and watched back to back (to back to back) Harry Potter movies.

What will they remember of all this?  What won’t they ever forget?  I can’t wait to find out.

On second thought, yes I can.  I can wait.

Summer’s Lease Hath All Too Short a Date

…and it can’t get here quickly enough.

It’s an occupational hazard, though not especially hazardous, that when the mercury begins to rise, people begin to ask, “Are you ready?” 

Well, yes.  I’m ALWAYS ready.  But this year I didn’t really start thinking about summer vacation until a few days ago.  I’m a little behind schedule with the literature and so caught a bit unawares in terms of my planning for final exam preparation.  Really, though, I will confess the hopelessly uncool truth that I am reluctant to let these kids go.  I hit the class roster lottery this year, and and I’m not quite ready to send them on their way.  Make no mistake, they are well prepared for what lies ahead, but I’m reluctant say good bye.  They don’t know it yet, and might not believe me even if I articulated it, but once they walk out my door at the end of their first year of high school, I won’t see them much.  They will be, rightfully, far too occupied getting on with the business of growing up. Another occupational hazard, I reckon.

What I am starting to feel those anticipatory jolts about, though, is the Chucking of the Schedule.  My big goal for the summer is to spend as much time as possible sitting by the pool watching my kids swim and reading books.

Without further sap, self-indulgent reflection, or ado, the first and sure-to-be-embiggened, summer reading list:

The Cookbook Collector by Allegra Goodman, which I think was on my list last year and I still haven’t read.

The Medusa Amulet by Roberta Masello, a thriller whose title keeps appearing in front of my face, so I figure it’s meant to be, never mind the fact that it begins in the Newberry Library, which was formerly directed by my godfather.

The Tiger’s Wife by Tea Ohrent, a smash hit at my dad’s book club of 60-something men, which might not sound like the recommendation of a lifetime, but they’re not exactly dummies.  Plus every review I’ve read repeats the same critical point:  girlfriend can write.

*Elegies for the Brokenhearted by Christie Hodgen.  The title says, “Meh,” but the review says, “Bring it.”

Good Stuff by Jennifer Grant, Grant’s memories of life with her devoted father, actor Cary Grant.  Whom I adore.  So I don’t really care if it’s even very good, I’m reading it.

An Irreverent Curiosity by David Farley.  I’m not doing much traveling this summer.  If I can’t do this, I might as well read about people who can, and did, and then some.

A Moveable Feast: Life Changing Food Encounters from Around the World by Don George.  More travel + food.  Nothing wrong with that.  Plus it takes its title from the best example of descriptive writing I’ve yet to read. (Note, I got those last two titles from some ridiculous Huffington Post amalgamation slide show cluster…you get the idea).

*Our Kind of Traitor by John LeCarre.  Spies.  Sold.

I’ll Never Get Out of This World Alive by Steve Earle.  The man can do just about anything he sets his mind to, there’s no reason to think he can’t write the hell out of a novel, so I’ll give it a try.

The Privileges by Jonathan Dee.  I keep finding scraps of paper with this title written on it, and there must be a reason for that.

But this is only going to get me through a few weeks, so what else should I be reading?  You tell me!

*recomendations from Most Esteemed Colleague

Crabby Party

 

You don’t need any recipes for the crab feast – just crabs, shrimp, coleslaw, corn, potato chips aplenty, deviled eggs, and a salad.  And beer.  Don’t forget the beer.

The cake wasn’t good enough for me to pass along the recipe, although the icing was great – straight up chocolate buttercream from the Barefoot Contessa.

The ice cream, though, you’re going to want to make.  I got all three recipes from Epicurious and have copied them below with my notes.  Keep in mind that ice cream takes about ten times longer thanyou think it will to freeze up.  I

sent out a desperate email begging for an already-frozen ice cream maker cannister at 1 in the morning and, because I have the most well-prepared friends on the planet, got a call by 8 the next morning and was cranking out the good stuff by noon on multiple machines.  To avoid making the same mistake I did, try not to decide, last minute, that you MUST make three different kinds of homemade ice cream within 24 hours of the time you’ll be serving it.  Lesson learned.  (probably not.)

 Vanilla Bean Ice Cream
2 vanilla beans – Vanilla beans cost a fortune.  I might quit my job and move to Madagascar and become a vanilla bean farmer.
3 cups heavy cream
1 cup whole milk
1 1/2 cups sugar
3 large eggs

With a knife halve vanilla beans lengthwise. Scrape seeds into a large heavy saucepan and stir in pods, cream, milk, and sugar. Bring mixture just to a boil, stirring occasionally, and remove pan from heat. 

In a large bowl lightly beat eggs. Add hot cream mixture to eggs in a slow stream, whisking, and pour into pan. Cook custard over moderately low heat, stirring constantly, until a thermometer registers 170�F. (Do not let boil.) Pour custard through a sieve into a clean bowl and cool. Chill custard, its surface covered with wax paper, at least 3 hours, or until cold, and up to 1 day.  This is less of a pain in the ass than it sounds.  Also, I used a meat thermometer.  No harm, no foul.

Last step:  churn it up in your ice cream maker according to your ice cream maker’s directions. 

Grapefruit Sorbet
5 medium-large pink grapefruit (about 4 pounds)
3/4 cup plus 1 tablespoons (or more) sugar  – OR less, I found this a little sweet, honestly.
2 tablespoons vodka

Using knife, cut peel and white pith from grapefruit. Working over bowl, cut between membranes to release segments. Squeeze any juice from membranes into bowl. Discard any seeds. Cut each segment into pieces; add to bowl. Transfer contents of bowl to 4-cup glass measuring cup.”  Those were the official instructions, mine are more along the line of: get the parts likely to taste bitter off the grapefruit then squish them into a bowl.  Ta-da.

Place 3 cups grapefruit and juice mixture in blender (reserve any remainder for another use). Add 3/4 cup plus 1 tablespoon sugar and vodka. Blend until almost smooth and sugar dissolves, about 2 minutes. 

Do the ice cream maker thing. Spoon sorbet into container. Cover and freeze until firm, at least 3 hours. (Sorbets can be made 1 day ahead.)

Salted Caramel Ice Cream
1 1/4 cups sugar, divided
2 1/4 cups heavy cream, divided
1/2 teaspoon flaky sea salt such as Maldon
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 cup whole milk
3 large eggs

Heat 1 cup sugar in a dry 10-inch heavy skillet over medium heat, stirring with a fork to heat sugar evenly, until it starts to melt, then stop stirring and cook, swirling skillet occasionally so sugar melts evenly, until it is dark amber. – this is sort of intimidating to read – but it’s not bad.  And totally worth it.  Really, really worth it.

Add 1 1/4 cups cream (mixture will spatter) and cook, stirring, until all of caramel has dissolved. Transfer to a bowl and stir in sea salt and vanilla. Cool to room temperature or thereabouts, unless you’re in a hurry and then just pretend you did this by sticking it in the refrigerator for a half hour.

Meanwhile, bring milk, remaining cup cream, and remaining 1/4 cup sugar just to a boil in a small heavy saucepan, stirring occasionally.

Lightly whisk eggs in a medium bowl, then add half of hot milk mixture in a slow stream, whisking constantly. Pour back into saucepan and cook over medium heat, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon, until custard coats back of spoon and registers 170�F on an instant-read thermometer (do not let boil). Pour custard through a fine-mesh sieve into a large bowl, then stir in cooled caramel.

Chill custard, stirring occasionally, until very cold, 3 to 6 hours.

Do the ice cream maker thing.  (it will still be quite soft), then transfer to an airtight container and put in freezer to firm up.  Use the BIG spoon.  Try to share.