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    I'm Susie Bright, I live in Santa Cruz, California— I like to cook and sew and throw parties and wear costumes and pretend I'm running my own couture maison.

    It's a dreamy escape from my other world, which is writing, publishing, & politics.

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    The subtitle of my blog, Good Cooking, Fine Sewing, & the Leisure Hours, is inspired from a quote by Kitty Emeneau, the devoted wife of famous linguist Murray Emeneau.

    Murray was influential in his field, and Kitty was an exceptional hostess. At one of their parties, a student asked Kitty if she was a behind-the-scenes collaborator on Murray's linguistic epics, in the manner of many "faculty wives" who worked without credit on their husbands' endeavors.

    "Oh no, dear," Kitty said, with a trill that rivalled any drag queen's. "I'm strictly for his leisure hours!"

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Betty Jo's Valentines

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    These are valentines from my mother's childhood scrapbook, "Betty Jo" Halloran. They were sent and received, from her siblings, grandparents, cousins, and friends, from 1929 to 1938, in Fargo, North Dakota, and Minneapolis/St. Paul. Please enjoy them with my love. xoxo, Susie

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December 06, 2007

Eggnog to Die For

Nogeggs Homemade Eggnog. The very words incite delirium.

I only make eggnog once a year, for a big party at Yuletide. The word orgy comes to mind. I've never seen so many people's eyes roll back in their heads, simultaneously.

You want the recipe? You shall have it. It's not hard, just a bit time-consuming. You have to break a lot of eggs. And you will be spoiled. That supermarket eggnog is going to taste like Elmer's Glue after this.

My recipe is adapted from the first cookbook I ever bought with my own money when I was 16: The Vegetarian Epicure, by Anna Thomas. I have  learned more from this book about food and cooking than any other; it was my kitchen teacher... still is, actually. Before I die, I want to make every recipe in it.  More about Anna Thomas after the recipe!


Eggnog

Ingredients:

12 eggs, separated
1 1/2 c. powdered sugar
1 qt. milk     (regular, not lowfat or nonfat! preferably organic!)
1 c. cognac (optional)
1 c. dark rum (optional)
1 large orange
1 lemon
1 quart whipping cream
grated nutmeg

Special Things Needed:

a very sharp butcher knife
electric mixer
grater
potato peeler
extra eggs in case you screw up the separations (easy to do)
two big bowls to make it with
one nice bowl to serve it in, and a ladle

VegepiMethod:

Beat the egg yolks and sugar until thick, then stir in the milk, cognac, and rum.

Beat the egg whites in another bowl, until they just hold a peak, and then fold them into the first ingredients.

Put this mixture away to chill for at least 3 hours. (Overnight is fine, just put plastic wrap over bowl).

Use a potato peeler to peel the very outside of the orange skin, so you have barely any white pulp on the back of the skin. You just want the pure orange rind. Cut this skin into matchsticks, as thin as possible and about 1 1/2 inches long. Yes, you need a sharp knife for this.

Grate the fresh lemon rind.

Whip the cream until it only just begins to thicken, not so much that it actually holds peaks. Stir his half-whipped cream into your chilled milk and egg mixture, and beat a few more strokes with the whisk. Stir in the lemon rind and half the orange matchsticks.

Pour the eggnog into a serving bowl. Over the top of it, sprinkle the remaining orange rind and plenty of grated nutmeg.

Serves 25 reasonable people, but only a dozen or so fanatics.

If you make it "virgin," it's easy to offer your guests liquor to add separately; just let them pour and stir.

AnnathomasAnna Thomas, who wrote the original of this recipe, was the author who brought "health food" into the gourmet realm. Her book came out before "Chez Panisse," before nouvelle cuisine was part of our vocabulary. And yet her recipes and philosophy were at the beginning of the whole movement.

The book was published in 1970, and in her author's bio— that touches me so— it says: "Anna Thomas... is strongly committed to the women's liberation movement..."

The book combines the techniques of French cooking with the organics of American heritage. This book taught me, as a teenager, how to make a "roux," how to bake bread, make  a crépe, a curry, and the best soups I've ever tasted. If it had been difficult to understand, I never would have attempted it at the time! She makes very nuanced techniques seem graceful to accomplish.

It only occurred to me rather late that it was all indeed "vegetarian." You don't notice it, if you're not thinking about it. This is an excellent book to move into a carnivore's home— they'll never know what hit them.

Thomas also published two sequels, The Vegetarian Epicure Book Two, and The New Vegetarian Epicure— which are excellent as well. I have them all. But I am stubbornly hung up on her first one. I bought a second one after I scorched the first!


Photo of "Kiss Eggs" by Raka, whole blog and Flickr photo collection are not to missed!

 

October 29, 2007

Taffy Pull!

ChittyI'm going to pull taffy this Halloween. I've invited some crazy cooks over to help me... apparently you have to pull, pull, and pull— until you collapse— that's when you know it's ready.

The taffy link I've posted is from the wonderful Exploratorium in San Francisco, a "kids" science museum that adults go crazy over. It's actually called "a museum of art, science, and human perception." Yes!

We're throwing a candy-making cabal. It all started last year when I had the grand idea that we should make chocolate razor blades, as a spoof on trick-or-treat hysteria. But I could not figure out how to make the "blades" thin enough!

This year, I'm just going to get down to the basics. I want to use some old-school candy recipes that I used to make with my mom when I was a kid— see below. My fondest memories of my mom are from when we made candy together, and then ate it all in one sitting watching "Get Smart" on our black-and-white Zenith.

The first is the Fudge recipe that we found on the back page of Ian Fleming's book, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Yes, it's James Bond fudge!  I've translated all the British measurements for you:


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October 11, 2007

The New SusieTini

Precode6 In our Let's Get Drunk and Screw Department:

Last weekend at BlogHer, I was offered copious Lemon Drops.

I said no. I said, "I have HAD IT with candy-cocktails."

I eschew the umbrella, I spit in your grenadine. The Lolly-i-lization of the Happy Hour has reached its nadir.

I know I've been part of the problem. I was once someone who perfected the Chocolatini. Ask my friend Helen if she still isn't raving about my perfectly-dusted cocoa martinis. 

To wit:

Sift equal parts cocoa and powered sugar onto a glass plate.

Wet and swirl the rims of chilled martini glasses into your soft cocoa mountain.

Fill your cocktail shaker halfway with crushed ice. Pour in one shot Stoli Vanille, and one shot clear Creme de Cacao. Shake and pour into the waiting glasses.

Do not even think of substitutions.

But I'm over my cocoa-puff phase now. I'm sick of sweet. Instead, I've been converted to a new drink inspired by a local organic-botanicals gin mill (you read that right) called Sarticious.

Before I showed up at their stlll and pool room, I didn't even know that gin is flavored with juniper berries, orange, or cilantro. This liquid is so exquisite you wouldn't dream of insulting it with tonic.

Now for some guests, I'd just offer a pigfoot and a straight Sarticious shot,  but I have devised a slightly tempered cocktail that I intend to impress upon Helen the next time she comes over.

Chill glass
One shot of Sarticious
Splash soda
Twist of Lime

Now take that sucker out of your mouth and try it!


Tallulah Bankhead in Faithless.

May 14, 2007

The Toasted Marshmallow Electric Milkshake Goodness Test

Soda220050801074223 Last night I had a toasted marshmallow milkshake.

It was so heaven-gobsmacked-delicious I hardly know how to reconstruct the recipe. Is there anyplace else besides New York that has this on the menu?

It was served at a upwardly mobile burger joint called Stand, which my friend Laura Miller introduced me to.

She said there was no point in even considering another flavor, although there were many. Not only is the ice-cream itself potent with the nostalgic taste of a six-year-old's first bite of a burnt 'mallow— but the shake itself is topped with real whipped cream and a CROWN of actual torched marshmallows melting hot on the ice cold glass. Sweet Jesus!

April 01, 2007

Eat Me Now Ask Me How

Chocolatekamasutra I've rarely felt so aroused and hungry at the same time.

You can see all the positions of yumminess at a site created by ardent, philosphical, drug-geek hedonists. What lovely people.

However, they give no clue who the artist is.

Apparently, you can buy the eight-bar set at a snooty chocolate web boutique, although they warn you:

Although tastefully done, the illustrations on these bars are quite graphic and adventurous in nature, including nudity, and are not for everybody.

Well, I wouldn't want anything less!


thanks to monsieur brown for the tip.

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