Fin Chez Arlo



Here are two more oldies from 2008, to finish the “Cooking with Arlo” segment. I like to cook, too. Cooking long as been a part of A&J in one form or another. Also like Arlo, I’m a fan of Julia Child, who led an amazing life. If you want a good overview and read, I highly recommend her 2006 autobiography, co-written with Alex Prudhomme, “My Life in France.”

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94 thoughts on “<em>Fin Chez Arlo</em>”

  1. I am considering why the fantastic leftover barbque is still in room fridge? Dickens is too.

    On to Louisiana and oysters. Dickens has never eaten an oyster.

  2. Chew: Swallowing whole wastes flavor. Peace. P.S. Still snow at the Decorah North nest, but you can hear water running, so expect it may be gone soon. URL on yesterday’s run. Miss living close to sea.

  3. If you swallow oysters you do not get all the flavor. You put them in your mouth right from the shell and bite into them. This way you get all the flavor of the ocean.

  4. On the plane about an hour out of Detroit, so I am probably in US air space. It has been a rough week food wise for me. The breakfast buffet at the hotel saved me. Last night ( or Thursday am) we ate sushi. There are several courses and I did not care for them. They had an egg mixture that showed promise until my customer pointed out that there was shrimp in it. The tip of my tongue got numb and my throat got mildly scratchy

    Today we got boxed lunches to eat on the train and I had a couple of bites of cold steak. The food on the plane is just awful. If I tried to eat it, I would have terrible heartburn. So I have eaten 2 rolls and a rock hard Haugen Daz cup.

    Maybe I’m a bit crabby due to the fact that my body feels like it’s 4:00 am but I really wish that they had more basic fare as an option. Of course they can’t possibly please everyone!

    I did get some amazing pictures of Mt. Fuji. Our meetings were distributed by what sounded like a stamping press. Apparently the Japanese practice shooting with their tanks near there.

  5. Chewing is the only way to eat raw oysters. We have a plentiful supply here in S.LA. I eat them regularly.

    God bless us every one. God bless the USA.

  6. When it comes to cleaning up after, I’m better off tossing a pizza box and paper plates than I am cleaning the mixing bowl, frying pan, butting board and grater for the cabbage, mixing spoon, etc., for the gyoza.

  7. Y’all, I have never seen ANYONE chew an oyster raw in either north or south Louisiana or Mississippi or Alabama or Florida or Georgia or South Carolina or North Carolina. Moving west, not in Washington, Canada, or Mexico or Texas.

    Cooked is another thing all together.

  8. I prefer my oysters fried, thank you very much! My mom made oyster stew every Christmas Eve, and I never cared for the slightly rubbery lumps in it. And to make matters worse, Mom put ketchup in hers, which made it a weird pink color. Not good eats.

  9. I love my oysters cooked, especially fried. Will be in fried oyster country tonight. Will conduct a very unscientific survey of oyster eaters for next week to see how they eat them.

    Sounds like a great pickup line.

    Rusty I will make note.

  10. Oysters are not my thing at all. It may be the dimethyl sulfoxide’s aroma I dislike. Have had them only in soup/stew as a kid; perhaps fried would be better.

  11. Steve from RO, you brought the cold with you when you came home to Michigan! I hope you got in ahead of the storm; it was pretty nasty for awhile. I’m kind of relieved that the cold is back. The last couple of weeks lots of groggy skunks have wandered part way across roads and remained there.

    emb, do skunks hibernate, or is it torpor?

  12. Trapper Jean, we always had oyster stew on Christmas Eve when I was growing up, also. (Kansas) I ate the stew but not the oysters. Fairly easy to avoid. (I was good at that kind of thing—lots of practice—one of the original picky eaters.)

  13. Anon: Knew a Bemidji family who did Chr. Eve oyster stew annually, canned I think, and everyone ate just the liquid, threw out the oysters. I’ve liked oysters in any form ever since I was a kid. Mom, you will remember, grew up in Bay St. Louis, MS, next town W. from JJ’s former home.

    Miss fresh seafood of just about any kind. Used to be able to buy fresh raw clams on the street in NYC, less than $1 a half dozen, I think. Then, outside of the old Stuyvesant H.S. on E. 15th St., there was the knish man. Sweet potato man outside of JHS 3, on Grove St.

    Peace,

  14. In Monroe, LA. Dickens on bed with me. Big disappointment, Willie’s Diner is being redecorated to reopen near summer. Was looking forward to food there.

    This is Louisiana. Lots of food.

  15. Went to huge booksale this morning. Found several good ones cheap, including books on living with diabetes and fitness. Darned cold all day, glad I had my heavy jacket. Found a discount store named Gordmans which is new to me. Good names at low prices.

    Sorry to hear your first choice of restaurant didn’t pan out Jackie. But I bet there are plenty of others.

  16. What is on that rock near the R border of the frame? Just looked again. Nothing is. I was fooled by a reflection, on the water behind the rocks.

    http://explore.org/live-cams/player/african-safari-camera

    Smigz: Skunks, raccoons, bears, and some other medium to large sized mammals let their internal temperature decrease a bit, going into a torpor from which I’d advise not waking them, rather than the deep temperature of critters that characterizes many rodents, bats, hedgehogs, and whatnot. I’m no physiologist, so know little more than that.

    Peace,

  17. Ghost has returned to stately Ghostly Manor after an interesting but somewhat lengthy day. Ever wish the entire day had gone as well as the first few hours of it?

    Jean dear, possibly the rubbery texture if the oysters you ate was due to them being overcooked. From the Department of What It’s Worth, this is my recipe for Oyster Stew.

    A Recipe From Ghost’s Kitchen

    2 Dozen raw oysters, in enough liquid to cover
    1/2 Stick butter or margarine
    2 Green onions, chopped

    Seasonings:

    1 Tbs Worcestershire sauce
    3/4 tsp Salt
    1/8 tsp White pepper
    1/4 tsp Paprika
    Dash of Red cayenne pepper
    2 Pints Half & Half

    Heat butter in a large cast iron skillet, sautรฉ onions until tender, but not brown. Add oysters, liquid and seasonings, heat until edges of oysters curl just slightly. Add Half & Half, heating slowly, but do not boil. Serve with a lump of butter and dash of paprika. Serves 6.

    As Arlo said, “Voilร ”.

  18. Recently, I posted a reminiscence of my high school-era cars and invited comment. Several, mostly of the male persuasion, chimed in, often with a bit of passion regarding their automobiles past. I would hope this will inspire even greater ardor. And female respondents will be most welcomed.

    Do you remember your first “serious” kiss? Who (description, not name); when; the circumstances; and the ultimate outcome (remembering that this is a family-friendly site)?

  19. Mine, you ask?

    Who: My date for my HS prom the year I was a junior. (Hey, I’ve already confessed I was a late-bloomer.) She was a mature sophomore in whom I’d been interested for a while, but it was our first actual date.

    When: After the prom had ended.

    The Circumstances: My best female friend, with whom I had a very close but Platonic relationship throughout HS, had had too much to drink at the prom. (Yeah, people sometimes did that.) I deemed it necessary to rescue her from the lecherous guy who had gotten her intoxicated. (Yeah, I guess I’ve had a White Knight complex for a while.) My date and I put her in the back seat of my car (actually my dad’s); she fell asleep; and we drove her home. We pulled up in front of the friend’s house and parked. My date looked at me; I looked at her; and suddenly I put my arms around her, pulled her to me, and began kissing her. It lasted a long, long time. In retrospect, I think I was afraid I’d do such a poor job of kissing her, she’d never let me kiss her again.

    The Ultimate Outcome: Happily, my date seemed perfectly content to let me kiss her as long as I liked. And she did let me kiss her again, many times in fact, as we dated steadily through my senior year. We continued to see each other occasionally during my first two years of college, even though we attended different universities. Somehow, we drifted apart, for reasons which now escape me. I’ve had no direct contact with her since, but I do know where she is now, and pretty much how her life without me turned out…but further respondent sayth not.

  20. I don’t know exactly what you mean, ghost; perhaps just that both parties were in favor of the kiss. After all, in the years of my teens, not a lot of different, er, “techniques” were typically known to teens of my acquaintance.

    Repeated kindly touching of our lips probably happened when I was 16 with a wonderful gal with whom I am still in contact by email and by greeting cards. Occasions were any number of times I escorted her home (walking) from choir rehearsals, stayed to watch Ralph Edwards in his “This Is Your Life” TV show while being fed snacks by her mom, followed by said smooching in the duplex vestibule – her mom would come by after about 10 minutes and rap on the glass panes composing the inner door. ‘Twas harmless, and her mom knew it.

    BTW, for those who care, Luann is seen today sans clothing. Don’t everyone rush to look….

  21. Decided with some thought that I really have known few people that kissed well. I don’t mean polite kisses but the eat your tonsils and Polish your teeth kisses that make your feet lose all feeling in your soles.

    That of course are the kisses written about as sole full erotic kisses that shake your entire body. Now that is being kissed meaningfully.

    Arlo probably kisses Janis like that.

  22. Love of my life and only one I’ve ever kissed passionately. Bench on SE shore of Beebe Lk., a small artificial lake on Cornell U. campus, Ithaca, NY. Spring ’49; maybe nuzzled and kissed half hr. I knew no ‘technique,’ she some, but we worked at it over the years. I’m doing pulpit supply for our pastor today, partly about my favorite apostle. Guess. Prayers welcome. Shalom,

  23. Perhaps I could have written that more precisely. (It was late.)

    “It (the individual kiss) lasted a long, long time. In retrospect, I think I was afraid Iโ€™d do such a poor job of kissing her, sheโ€™d never let me kiss her again (once I finished that first kiss with her).”

    I agree that in kissing, as in most things, “practice makes perfect.” Or as near to it as matters.

  24. Ghost Sweetie, as I remember it Mom’s oyster stew recipe was butter, milk, salt, pepper, and two pints of oysters with the water. And yes, she probably overcooked the oysters. I liked the stew part with crackers, but not the oysters.

  25. Jean when raw oysters are sort of grayish slimy things laying in a shell. When heated for a few minutes, very few, they change character and a lot of layers suddenly appear floating in that milky fluid.

    Think about what that warm soupy liquid represents and the labia presented by the frilled lips of the oyster. Appearance is what gained oysters their reputation as an aphrodisiac, not any actual proof of performance.

  26. Let’s get back to the kissing – a much more interesting subject than oysters even when tonsil hockey is not involved!

    Luann: I was going to write, earlier, that she was sans clothing with others watching her, and not in any art class milieu! Eventually, I just went the shorter way as shown.

  27. Fewer kissing stories than I had hoped. Of course, being it’s the weekend, perhaps many are too busy doing so to talk about it. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Or perhaps their spouses come here, too? ๐Ÿ™‚

  28. The summer between my junior and senior high school years I noticed a new face in the Memphis Summer Concert Band. Well, I actually noticed her legs first… running around in cutoff jeans. Her father was the band teacher at another high school. I never spoke to either of them until I came across them at the Tennessee Regional Band auditions in November. For some reason the judges and officials had some delays in posting the winners for several instruments including hers (Eb Soprano Clarinet) and mine (Bb Bass Clarinet). So arrangements were made with the bulk of the students heading home on the bus we’d come in and for me to ride back with the two of them.

    I finally really became acquainted with Merrie that day. We agreed on a first date two weeks later and watched “Scrooge” (1970 version with Albert Finney) together. After the movie we started what became a tradition by stopping in at Shakey’s pizza, followed by my first ever serious kissing session. We dated regularly the rest of our senior year and into college. However she and her mom started fighting over everything and during her sophomore year she joined the Army to get away from that deteriorating situation. Looking back I can see that her mother was probably bipolar. ๐Ÿ™

  29. Postscript to my Kissing History Story: My friend in the backseat wasn’t as asleep as I thought. The next time I saw her, she grinned and said, “Awright, Ghost!”

    “How do you think I did?” I asked.

    “You did good,” she said. “Good enough that I’m a little jealous.”

  30. Jackie, probably passed you on I-20! We zoomed over to Ruston on Friday for my nephew’s graduation with a Master of Accountancy from LA Tech. Fried oysters in Shreveport as we drove through on Friday night. Good, but not fantastic. They were quite large, bigger than a silver dollar, after cooking. Back home Saturday evening after the graduation.

    Hoping for some boiled crawfish soon. No one else in immediate family likes them, though, so no big at home boil for me. I hate to eat them out since they are very expensive. Around Austin the best price I can get is about $7 per pound (weight includes corn & potatoes). I usually eat about 5 pounds when I get the chance at a friend/family boil. I may buy a few pounds just for myself to have a small boil…

  31. I feel your pain, David. I love me some mud bugs, too. But you do just about have to boil them yourself…unless you happen to have a Cajun brother-in-law, as I do. ๐Ÿ™‚

  32. I have picked out the place to eat crayfish tomorrow night, Cormierso. Saw it tonight, packed. Had to make do with corn and crab bisque and new salmon and garlic spinach dish at Copelands with my cousin.

    His daughter owns the new hot cupcake shop and high fat ice cream shop. She sent me home with four dozen piled high fancy cupcakes. I began by giving away six to front desk shift. They were impressed.

    Louisiana, Louisiana! It pulls like the gumbo mud that I grew up slouching through.

  33. Jackie: That Cormier’s menu: I was in Monroe some 50 yrs. too soon, though perhaps I’d not appreciated it until a decade or so later when I’d developed more tolerance for spicy.

    Yay, Cajun food lust. Peace,

  34. Don’t tell me you taught here at UL-Monroe? Fifty years ago I would have been a student here, 1961 to 1963 I think. Vague on dates.

    What course?

  35. Good morning all. Dickens is refusing to get up. That is my excuse for still being undressed at eleven but as we say in the South, that dog don’t hunt.

    Need to put on clothes to get room cleaned. Bye y’all.

  36. Jackie: I was in Monroe at my Uncle Julian’s for 6 wks, no AC, paper mill, the summers I was 13 and 15, or so. Blacks sat in the balcony at the RC Church. Hot air rises.

    Main advantage: I was away from home. Main disadvantage. I hated it.

    Ghost: Sent that state trooper gem to my b.c. theologs group. We’ll see. They’re tough.

    Peace,

  37. Oklahoma has some Wrights. One of my neighbors who had been living in a tiny two room trailer moved into one as a rental. It is a complicated story but she married the tennis pro at the country club and things spiraled down, down, down.

    The recipient of the Wright home she was living in was connected somehow to the Mostly Mozart festival I believe and had been similarly donated.

  38. Hi and goodnight all. Just to let anyone interested know that the anonymous oyster stew/picky eater comment above was me. Don’t know why anon. Sent from phone maybe? Oh yes—the oysters were definitely canned. Small town southeastern Kansas in the 40’s and 50’s. No fresh oysters there, I’m pretty sure.

  39. I thought Ludwig was kissing Arlo when overcome by bad breath. Did not think about the suckered your breath out superstition and cats.

    Wasn’t that with babies?

    Just had a super nutritious breakfast of chocolate cupcake and a frozen Coke Zero in a glass bottle. Breakfast of the indolent.

  40. Wear black underwear and stay on healthy eating, stop eating my cousins fantastic cupcakes from her ice cream and cupcake shop.

    Step two, catch a Southern man who likes black underwear while I am down here!

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