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Weekday Meals – Down & Dirty Paella

In a perfect world, I could prioritize my time so there’d be enough time to rake the leaves, re-organize the studio, sweep, mop, dust, make 3 trips to the local home improvement (take all my money) mart,  design and trench out the drainage system for the summer rental –  with enough time left over to whip up a tasty paella… all before lunch. I don’t even live next-door to that world. I marvel.. yes, marvel at these do-it-all kind of people that home-school, soccer mom, carpool, volunteer at nine different charities, cook non-stop and still have enough time to be uber crafty and blog relentlessly about it… don’t they sleep? I mean… I’m up at 6:00 every day and I get my day started. But there are days when I just and it’s three in the afternoon…  and I’m still in pjs. I had a craving yesterday for paella. And, while I would have loved to have had time for this: … time just wasn’t my friend. I settled for a down and dirty quick paella. Quick, …

Week at the Beach – Something fishy going on…

You can have your flat flounders, your haddock, your  fancy smancy sea bass… it’s just fish to me. Nothing.. and I mean nothing beats Red Snapper. The texture of the skin… the near-steak quality of the flesh… the way that slightly fatty skin crisps up like char-broiled fishy chips when its grilled… The perfectly pristine bits of  white nirvana when you flake the the meat with your fork… that salty virgin sea aroma of the snapper itself…  flounder can’t do that…. When we were kids, my dad used to occasionally go on deep sea fishing trips in Florida. When he’d come home, there would be a cooler Filled with those beautiful, bright clear-eyed, crimson kissed fish. I used to wonder why he never took us fishing with him… until I was much older and priced my own fishing trip…. Sheesh! I would  have to hock my car… and my TV…. and all my pots and pans… and the neighbor’s dog… I’m happy to pay the $9.00 a pound at the Asian Market. Red Snapper is …

Saffron Mourtairol – Comfort for the Soul

Shortly after my dad died, my mom placed a small quotation on the bulletin board by her desk. “When all you can see is pain, maybe then you lose sight of me.” I found it poignant. Perhaps that is why we love comfort foods so much. They allow us to relax, calm our souls, look past whatever horrible thing that has happened… and just be. Mourtairols from the Southwest regions of France are that kind of comfort food. The name means “death” in the Perigord dialect, for this was the typical “after funeral” meal served. Rich chicken Broth, infused with aromatic saffron and layered with meat and stale bread. Funerals notwithstanding, it is one of the most satisfying soups I’ve ever made. Saffron Mourtairol Serves 8 – 10 Ingredients 3 Quarts Chicken Stock 2 Cloves Garlic – Minced 2 Tablespoons Olive Oil 2 Cups Poached (or roasted) Chicken – Skinned and shredded 2 Cups Carrots – Peeled and sliced thin 1 Loaf Stale Artisan Bread – Sourdough or any rough textured loaf, broken into egg-sized …