Sunday, June 28, 2015

A New Mode For "Hosting" Celebrations

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Happy Birthday, darling!  Now, how much are we to charge our guests for the pleasure of their company this evening?

My good friend Jeannette and I have much in common.  We are of like-mind on many topics, but none more so than on matters of social comportment and interaction. We have opportunity to talk on an almost daily basis, during nightly trots around the neighborhood with Mavro, my trusty senior canine companion. Lately, a hot topic of conversation that has us both fired up is the insidious progression toward not living up to one's responsibilities as a host.  Whenever the subject of yet another miscreant host arises, we preface the story by saying "I have a new low to share with you". And, more than likely, it usually is.  Let me explain.

My mother taught me that as a host I have an obligation to look after my guests for the duration of their time in my company.  By this I mean that if I extend an invitation to celebrate my birthday over dinner at home, for example, I am responsible for providing my guests the food and drink that is appropriate to such occasion, and within my budget. This obligation remains the same if I were to hold such a celebration at a restaurant of my choosing. As a host, I would be responsible for the food and drink consumed by my guests during the evening's festivities.  I would either pre-arrange a set menu to be served, along with the accompanying beverages, or communicate to my guests that they are free to make their selections from the restaurant's menu.  The burden of responsibility for footing the bill should entirely fall upon my shoulders as the host.  Would you not agree?

Jeannette recently shared a story with me of how she and her husband Harvey received an invitation to join their friends, a married couple, in celebrating the husband's birthday at a restaurant of the couple's choosing, over dinner and drinks. A group of about a dozen or so friends joined the couple for the celebration.  At the conclusion of the evening, the wife announced that she was thrilled that everyone had been available to mark her husband's milestone birthday.  She then proceeded to acknowledge the "kindness" of the restaurant staff in their willingness to divide the bill equally among the number of guests. Jeannette and Harvey were taken aback. They would never dream of inviting a group of friends to a celebration of theirs and proceed to essentially charge their guests for the privilege.  Jeannette continued with her story, explaining that she and Harvey were unfairly thrust into an awkward and embarrassing situation as they watched each guest scramble to come up with the goods.  One couple was overheard bemoaning the fact that they did not eat or imbibe nearly as much as the others, having only ordered small dishes the likes of which are typically found as starters on most restaurant menus.  Another guest lacked sufficient cash to dole out to the hostess. When the hostess cottoned on, she suggested that those without cash could pay for their food with their own credit card which, as you can imagine, resulted in all manner of issues for the wait staff.  What a mess!  As if all this were not enough to make you run in the opposite direction, the hostess had the gall to suggest that everyone continue with the after party at a nearby bar.  Needless to say, the majority of guests made their excuses and scarpered.  And, rightly so.  A host should never burden his or her guests with a financial responsibility in order to entertain, all the more so without forewarning.  If you, as a responsible host, cannot afford to entertain friends at a fancy restaurant, or any restaurant for that matter, then don't.  Either stay home and cook a meal to share with your beloved friends, order pizza to be delivered, or choose some other form of entertainment that befits your own pocket and not your guests'. This, I believe, is a fundamental tenet of hospitality in my book.

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It's your birthday?  By all means, go ahead and throw a cocktail party, just don't expect your guests to pay for it

When Jeannette had finished relaying her story, I shared one of my own. "Jeannette, you think that was bad, listen to this. I have a new low".  I proceeded to tell the tale of a memorial gathering my family and I recently attended.  It was held at a club that was actually owned by one of the deceased's very close relatives, a wealthy figure in the entertainment world.

Stepping into the club, which was packed to the rafters with friends and family, we noticed an open mic by the stage for the benefit of those wishing to relay stories of our dearly departed acquaintance. We also spotted a few trays of hors d'oeuvres being passed around, which was a good thing indeed.  It was now about 1 o'clock in the afternoon and I don't think many of us had eaten lunch on our way over to the gathering.  Several people we spoke with had traveled a fair distance to be there. The bar of the venue, located at the opposite end of the room from the stage, was open so my husband offered to get us a round of gee and tees.  He was quite alarmed to discover that although the venue was closed to the public for a "private event", the bar was actually running as if it were a regular business night. All drinks had a ten dollar cover charge.  What?  Wait a minute?  Should it not be the responsibility of the host to look after his guests, even at a gathering to commemorate the dead?  If the deceased's relative wished to volunteer his venue for the occasion, which was indeed a nice gesture, but did not want to burden himself with the expense of providing mourners with alcoholic beverages, then why not just leave the bar closed.  Surely it would have made better sense to lay out a small selection of beverages, alcoholic or otherwise, on top of the bar so that guests could help themselves.  Everyone in attendance had shown up at the club to pay their respects to the deceased's immediate family, not to line the pockets of the close relative.

Jeannette agreed that this sorry tale was indeed a new low in terms of one's obligations as a good host.  This was not a charity function, nor a business commitment, such as a group work luncheon. This was a private memorial where some small degree of hospitality was to be expected by the guests in attendance.

Tell me, am I preaching to the choir?  Would you not agree that this insidious trend of a host burdening his guests with the tab is a bit of a slap in the face?

Thursday, June 18, 2015

When Life Gives You A Lemon Tree...

...you make lemonade, lemon curd, lemon tarts, lemon... well you get the picture. 

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A taxonomic presentation of Citrus limon 'Eureka' that would make Franz Eugen Köhler proud
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When I was a young girl in England, lemons were exotic things.  One was more likely to run into plastic lemon-shaped squeeze bottles full of what approximated real lemon juice than an actual lemon. In fact, I recall my mother buying these novel little pretenders and squeezing the contents onto our pancakes on Shrove Tuesday, on salads to make dressing, and in tea to soothe our sore throats. Any opportunity to acquire the real thing was snapped up with alacrity as my parents believed (and still believe) that most foods doused in lemon taste better.  Perhaps that is where my love of these refreshingly juicy fruits was born.

When my husband and I moved into our house many years ago, and my parents traveled from England to visit us in our new digs, they were enthralled by the old lemon tree that stood at the corner of our lot. Lush with bright green foliage and boughs heaving with fruit, my parents thought we'd hit the lemon jackpot. As it turned out, they were right.  "Old Faithful", as I've named our tree, is so prolific it provides a generous bounty year round.  In any given month one can spot both unripened green fruits growing happily alongside cheery yellow lemons.  Ivory colored blossoms, the beginnings of future fruits, are also in evidence through every season.  These glorious blooms, heady with the alluring scent of fresh citrus, draw me in like a moth to flame. I find it nary impossible to walk by them without doffing my wide-brimmed straw gardening hat and taking a few moments to savor their compelling beauty, inhaling deeply as I do. 

The gardener that planted our tree knew a thing or two about which variety of lemon would thrive in our moderate climate.  Old Faithful, which I posit is anywhere from fifty to seventy years old, is a Citrus limon 'Eureka'.  At some point in the 1850's an astute fellow brought Eureka lemon seeds to California from Sicily where they proved a good match for local growing conditions. One would not typically associate northern coastal California's cooler maritime-influenced climes as particularly well suited to the cultivation of citrus, but it is, and I am most thankful for it.

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A citrus blossom yet to unfurl
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Ah, if only scent was transmittable through pictures!
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The elongated thick-skinned fruits of Eureka lemons dangle from Old Faithful's branches
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A trug of juicy lemons bound for the kitchen
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The silvery-grey foggy days we have endured for the past several weeks, so typical for this time of year, seem to have vanished, for now.  Alfresco dining on the balcony always heralds the beginning of these warmer spells and a jug of homemade "Lime-o-nade", as we call it around here, provides just the right note of refreshment on those balmy lazy afternoons.

I squeeze the juice of two large lemons and four limes, add that to a cup of granulated sugar and eight cups of water, toss in a few pinches of salt (the secret ingredient), stir with a wooden spoon, and voila! I promise you will have the most deliciously zingy, restorative concoction from which to sip and revive flagging spirits on dreamy sun-baked days.

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Won't you join me for a glass or two of Lime-o-nade?
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More please!
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Lemons, either juiced, sliced, or zested, feature heavily in many of the dishes we prepare at home, and our kitchen is rarely without a few of these succulent fruits available at arm's length.  I don't recall ever having purchased a single lemon since moving to our house.  It dawned on me while writing this essay that although I am intimately familiar with the cost of many fruits and vegetables at the farmers' market, I could not honestly tell you the price of a pound of lemons.

One of my favorite desserts is flavored with lemon so, naturally, I enjoy using them to make lemon curd.

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Homemade lemon curd is creamy and rich and surpasses anything one can purchase in a store
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Lemon curd is an English invention which strikes me as odd because I can only imagine the difficulties, and cost, of growing and obtaining these Mediterranean fruits during the early nineteenth century when curd was first concocted.  Although lemons arrived in England as far back as the sixteenth century, only the very wealthy would have been able to acquire them.  I imagine too that over the centuries attempts at cultivating these sun-loving fruits would have been attempted but always within the confines of a glasshouse where they could endure the harsh winters of the British Isles far better than if grown outdoors.

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Scrumptious lemon curd tart awaits devouring
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Lemons not only make excellent flavoring for food, but their astringent qualities are well suited to getting one's house clean and sanitized.  Lemons are non-toxic and a green alternative to the modern commercially available cleaners that line countless supermarket shelves.  Removing odors from wooden cutting boards, for example, is a breeze when the cut side of a lemon is rubbed against the surface to eliminate strong garlic and onion smells.  A paste of lemon juice and salt, or baking powder, rubbed on copper makes an effective and natural cleaner.  Pots and pans will be gleaming in very short order.  The kitchen porcelain sink is also cleaned with the cut side of a lemon and a sprinkling of baking powder. Those pesky sink stains and grease vanish in a flash restoring the surface, once again, to it's shiny bright white.

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A natural cleaner, lemon juice has a multitude of uses around the house, including refreshing one's wooden cutting boards to rid them of foul food odors
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Lastly, one of the more rewarding aspects of our lemon loot is sharing it with friends and neighbors. Only last week, when hosting the first outdoor luncheon of the year for our dear friends Steven and Connie, we sent them home with not one, but two bags bursting with lemons so that they too could reap the rewards of Old Faithful.

What would you do if life gave you a lemon tree?

Thursday, June 11, 2015

It's A Little Blurry Around Here


For the past month or so, I've noticed that whenever I attempt to upload the amateurish photographs that help illustrate my posts to Blogger, something rather odd happens. Not so noticeable perhaps at first glance, but when one expands the images to their full capacity, they become rather blurry.

I was beginning to wonder if I should pay a visit to my ophthalmologist.  It then crossed my mind that my trusty little camera might have packed it all in and demanded its retirement.  Prodding further into this sorry state of affairs, having already wasted several frustrating hours fiddling with settings I didn't even know existed, I came to the realization that both my camera and my spectacles were performing as expected. There was only one thing left to do and that was to throw myself down the rabbit hole that is Google and figure out exactly what it was that was causing my crisply detailed images to become a blur.

The answer, as it turns out, is that Blogger has deemed it appropriate to degrade the quality of my carefully shot images and publish them at a mere fraction of their original size and quality.  My hands were tied.  I had absolutely no control of how my images were published.  To anyone who cares about such things, you can only imagine the frustration this has caused.

I've finally discovered a hack to restore my previous month's foggy image postings to their maximum effect; a pain to be sure, but a step I shall have to endure for all future published photographs.  I have now applied the hack to each and every photograph of the last four postings.

Below is an example of what it is I'm talking about (don't forget to stretch/expand the images for full effect):

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A degraded image of an Iris I included in a recent post
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The higher quality original image - with hack applied - insuring it is published the way it was meant to be seen
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Please bear with me while I work out a better solution to this time-consuming "trick".  I shall resume my regularly scheduled postings within a few days but wanted to keep you all abreast of the goings on behind Chronica Domus.


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Arcane Dining Oddities: The Mystery Trident Fork Revealed

Well, that was a lot of fun!  Thank you all for playing along and taking a stab at demystifying the dining utensil I featured in my prior post.  I enjoyed reading your guesses and was not at all surprised that some of you thought the fork would be used to help carve or serve meat.  It is certainly hefty enough and would be quite suited to lifting a slice or two of roast beef or ham to place upon one's plate during Sunday lunch.

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Won't you help yourself to a slice or two of bread?
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Well done to those of you who posited the fork had something to do with bread.  The trident-shaped utensil was indeed designed for the express purpose of delivering one's daily bread safely to one's plate without actually touching said bread in the process. In all honesty, I find this all a little too genteel for my liking and much prefer to pass the bread plate or basket to my guests so that they can help themselves with their very own fingers.  It is efficient and not at all fussy, don't you agree? However, I have found other uses for this beautiful arcane piece of cutlery so it remains a practical item when entertaining even to this day.  We pass the fork alongside a plate of  hot baked potatoes, or whenever we serve individual Yorkshire puddings at dinner, or popovers for brunch.  During the summer months, when watermelons are at their most flavorful, a bread fork is the perfect delivery system for helping oneself to large pieces of the refreshing fruit.

The bread fork was a popular item at formally set tables in the United Kingdon during the mid-nineteenth century and into the early decades of the twentieth. Obviously, Bertie Wooster and his natty friends at the Drones Club managed quite well without.

One of the infamous bread roll tosses during a typical luncheon at the Drones Club
Nota bene: This particular author would love nothing more than to join in on the rollicking good fun being had by all and might soon attempt such antics at her own dining table under the right circumstances.

It was once considered quite impolite to touch most food items with bare hands, but bread was one of the few exception to this rule. As such, it really baffles the mind as to why these forks were even invented.  Ironically, polite society dictated that once a slice of bread or roll was safely deposited on a diner's plate with the use of the bread fork, it was perfectly acceptable to break it apart with fingers for consumption.

I believe my fork was made toward the end of the nineteenth century and was likely marketed to middle-class families due to the quality of the materials and design. I've seen similar bread forks constructed of lighter weight pressed metals that were electroplated in nickel silver with mother-of-pearl handles. I've also encountered handles of simulated ivory and also of stag antler, the latter of which was one of the dearer (sorry for the pun) examples available for purchase.

Now that we are all well versed in the use of this arcane dining oddity, I wonder how long it will be until you too run into one for sale at an antiques shop or flea market. Perhaps when you do, you'll consider taking it home and finding a new use for it which is, after all, part of the fun of owning these things.  At the very least, it will make for an interesting dinner conversation.

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