Cathy2-- So glad you get a kick out of the Mayor's honey. I thought you would. I have one jar left, so one day I'll pick up some White Lily flour and make some biscuits (my favorite food on earth) and we'll taste it. You can keep your jar intact as a novelty.
As I posted on the Christmas Dinner thread, I received a wonderful gift from my brother, who has a grass-fed Angus business. It was a well-marbled rib roast, accompanied by a sampler of steaks and burgers. Wow! GWiv and I had discussed grass-fed beef at the Klas dinner, and I wasn't expecting the marbling, because I was thinking the beef might be very lean. But the fat was definitely there, causing me to envision my coronary artery in Woody Allen's histrionic terms: "congealing into a hockey puck." (I made cheesecake once, and realizing what's in it, have this image everytime it's offered. I certainly will never again bake it). In any case, this was quite a treat. I will post pics once I figure out how to do it.
Another gift was the book, "Seasonal Southwest Cooking" signed by the author, Barbara Fenzl. Though it looks to be more of a coffee table book,
the recipes seem right for those times when you just need a twist on the tried and true (like grits or cornbread, or gingerbread).
My father loves anything with ginger, so I made him a ginger-pear fruitcake, and gave him a jar of candied ginger and ginger shortbread. His other obsession is amaretti di Sarronno, which I found in special holiday tin. My mother is more into familiar tastes from the past, so I made her a sour cream cinnamon walnut coffee cake to take home.
My daughter received batterie de cuisine, to assist her in surviving on boarding-school food. There is a kitchen in the basement of her dorm, and she has already developed a reputation as "the girl who can cook." Of her many artistic accomplishments, this is the one that apparently gets her noticed on campus. Her (more modest) take on attracting notice for her cooking is that it is a sad commentary on the fact that "no one cooks anymore." Her survey of the other kids suggests that their families order take-out every night or eat pre-prepared frozen food. She is writing a cookbook for her fellow students designed to help them make palatable dishes out of salad bar standards combined with a few added ingredients. Some members of this board have jokingly referred to "emergency spice kits" but she is taking this idea very seriously, as industrial tater tots and mystery meat represent the level of cooking at the school she attends. She plans to put together mini bottles of condiments available at Cost Plus World Market to give to her friends at school. Santa's attempt to address the culinary crisis took the form of shelf-stable boxed Indian vegetarian dinners and condiments.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.