Monthly Archives: July 2009

A Story About Cheese

One thing that husband and I always knew was that we wanted to travel.  We wanted to see the places we’d learned about in school and explore the places we hadn’t.

In 1990 we made our first trip to Scotland and England. In 1992 we went again. These first two trips were sort of shake-down journeys for us…learning the ropes of international travel. Each time, we went with a small group from Little Rock.

Yes…we went with a group. It was a good introduction to travel and we have fond memories from those excursions.

On our second trip to England, in 1992, I was just learning about food. You have to know that even though this was only 17 years ago, things like fresh herbs, salmon and exotic cheese were rare in Arkansas–despite being the home of the newly elected president.

So off we went to England. One thing I quickly learned whilst lunching in British pubs was to order the Ploughman’s Lunch–typically this consists of bread, good English cheese, maybe a pate and some pickle. No baked beans poured cold from the can…no sausage roll.

One night in London, most of our group went to an upscale restaurant named after a famous degenerate, Thomas de Quincey. I don’t remember that much about the main courses, but I do remember the cheese.

Allow me to digress here momentarily…growing up, cheese was not something I loved. Cheese in Franklin in the 60’s mainly consisted on Kraft Singles. But as I got older, I discovered things like Roquefort Dressing and a whole cheesey world opened up.

When the waiter came by to take our dessert orders, I opted for the cheese trolley. He wheeled it over and lifted the cover. Immediately, a foul smelling stench surrounded our table. Think amonia mixed with week-old garbage that’s been left in the July sun. The rest of our table recoiled. Except for me. Hmmm…I said, perusing my options. I queried the waitier and he was only too happy to answer any questions. (Never underestimate the power of a Southern accent.) I finally choose three…I wish I could remember what they were, but I can’t.

A couple of snooty older women at the table took me to task for making them smell the unpleasant cheese. I had had enough of their carping.

“Listen,” I said. “I’m in England and I’m going to eat the cheese. Y’all can just go back to Little Rock and have your Velveeta.”

They were a little stunned. But I looked across the table and saw our tour guide, a bon vivant if there ever was one.

“Oh bravo Cindy…bravo.”



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Please, just don’t ask for iced tea because despite my Southerness, I don’t drink it and hardly ever make it.

If you found your way here from my other blog, welcome. If you stumbled  in, glad to meet you.

This is where you’ll find the occasional recipe…shopping tips…commentary on the state of food and whatever else comes to mind. The food in the header all came from the local farmer’s market, except for the herbs, which came from my own backyard.  The squash and sage are in my oven right now and smell delicious. Here’s the recipe.

Wait, before I give you the recipe, you should know that I’m not a real measurer, so amounts tend to be approximate. But here’s a good rule of thumb…start with a little and add as you go. Remember, you can always add, but you can never take away.

Here’s what I used:

Six young yellow squash

2-3 tablespoons butter

About 1/2 cup of finely grated reggianito Argentinian cheese–now I’m just showing off here–any parmesean-type will do, EXCEPT that powder in the green can

About 1/2 cup of finely grated cheddar

1 heaping wooden spoonful each of sour cream and Hellman’s mayo

2-3 Tablespoons fresh chopped sage

2-3 Tablespoons chopped onion

A few dashes red pepper to taste

Kosher salt to taste

2 eggs, lightly beaten

Slice up the  squash–if they’re young, you don’t have to bother with peeling them. Simmer them in a covered pot until tender, about 20 minutes. Drain.

Put the squash in a good-sized bowl. Add butter and stir.

Add other ingredients, a little at a time. Mix all and taste before adding egg. Adjust as necessary. Pour into 9×9 dish. Bake at 350 for about 30 minutes or until set.

This blog is a work in progress and if there’s anything in particular you’d like to see, please let me know. If I can make it, I’ll tell you. If I can’t, I’ll try to steer you in the right direction. 

Ok…squash is almost done. Time to get the chicken on the grill.


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