Thursday, February 26, 2015

The Bad-Breath, Salt-Mine Pizza Disaster



Michael Leddy, at Orange Crate Art, posted about food supplies for waiting out snow storms, this time including anchovies.  His post reminded me of anchovy pizza, which I first had while stationed at Great Lakes Naval Hospital while attending hospital Corps school. The enlisted hang-out was called the Rathskeller.  They served great pizza and passable beer.

I'd never heard of anchovy pizza but I was game to try anything once in those days.  The anchovies looked a little like tiny strips of bacon, were as salty as the salt pork we used to put in a pot of beans back home and stunk to the high heavens.

Michael's post triggered a good food memory and prompted me to try making the anchovy pizza from long ago.  That gave me an excuse to use all the favorite toppings I like, the ones that made my grandson gag when I told him about it.

"You can have it all, Nanny," he said.  (Good!)

I started by putting some garlic cloves to roast in the oven.   Garlic is another thing Donovan can't stand.  (Excellent!)



While they were roasting, I sliced the veggies, grated the cheese and chopped the rest of the toppings.  Toppings  included parsley, broccoli rabe, mushrooms, red bell pepper and julienne strips of oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes.  Capers, chopped artichoke hearts, anchovies and sliced olives rounded out the tangy flavors.  Finely grated Asiago cheese and a home-style pizza sauce finished the list of ingredients.









Mixed up a crust made of white whole wheat flour, organic pasty flour, yeast, salt and a so-called Tuscan herb blend, to which was added olive oil and warm water.  Stirred and kneaded well then gathered the dough into a smooth ball.  Poured a little olive oil into the bottom of the bowl, rolled the dough-ball in it before setting the bowl in a warm spot to let the dough double in size - took about an hour.



Punced the dough down, gathered into a ball again.  Spread out on a prepared baking sheet or pizza pan.  Slathered on the sauce.



I sprinkle a little Parmesan cheese on the crust before adding the sauce.  Layered on the toppings, reserving the anchovies and the rest of the cheese until last.  One half of the pizza was anchovy, the other half was artichoke and sun-dried tomatoes.


Put the pizza into a hot oven and set the timer for twenty minutes.  Answered a phone call from my sister in Louisiana, from whom I hadn't heard for several weeks.  Aroma from the kitchen told me the pizza was done.

Overdone, as it turned out.  Also had forgotten to slice the roasted garlic to add to the toppings, but tossed them on the artichoke end anyway.  The anchovies broke apart, sort of dissolved onto the crust.  The pizza was not at all like I remembered, had way too many toppings and the crust was dry.  The flavors were pretty good, but over all, I was disappointed with the results.

Nevertheless, I ate most of it.  Next morning, my face was puffed up like a dead toad because of all the salt.  Some things are better left as good memories and this pizza was one of them.


Friday, February 13, 2015

Straight from the Heart


 
 
 
 “I get all excited like a child when I think
about being with you again — if people could see
into my heart I should almost feel ashamed.”
W. A. M.
 
 

I’m borrowing the words of Mozart,
Words that describe what lives in my heart,
To tell thee - but I won't, ever, have no fear -
Of emotions I have no right to hold in here.

My body begins to shudder - heart, to race -
With cascading desire at the sight of thy face;
Thy shadow – sun-cast against the wall –
Weakens my resolve and I tumble, I fall
 
Like Alice down the rabbit hole.
Thee owns me, Beloved – body and soul.
 
(c) Martha McLemore, 13 February 2015
 

 

Monday, January 19, 2015

Dream Time


Image found here.




Had he known early in his career that his life would have gone the way it did, do you suppose Martin Luther King would have continued down that fearsome road? 

I believe he had no choice.  I believe his destiny was so inextricably bound - predetermined, even - by the yearnings in his heart for equality, freedom and justice that the road he traveled was the only one he saw, the only one his feet could take.  All our lives were made better because he stayed the distance, walked his road in stormy weather, through the darkest woods of America's soul, despite his anger, his fear, his inevitable moments of doubt.  Martin Luther King was a remarkable human being, a beautiful man.  I can't help but wonder where we would be today had he lived.

Shortly after Rev. Dr. King was assassinated, I was introduced to the poetry of Langston Hughes, through this poem.
 
 

A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes homepage
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up 

like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run? 


Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

 
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

 
Or does it explode?



Friday, January 9, 2015

Something Else to Think About.

In the aftermath of the attack in Paris, I've been wondering about my reaction to the news after reading Gary Myers' blog post  It was a gut reaction, but unlike reactions to other stories of senseless murders.  The questions have been nagging me relentlessly, this need to understand my response.

To add to the internal deliberations, along comes this from The New Yorker.  Something else to consider.  Thanks to mykwerks.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015




Two bloggers, Lucy and Gary, alerted followers to this massacre.

I am Charlie.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

New Dawn, New Day, New Year

I have been trying for the last 24 or more hours to upload an image (tried different ones) to illustrate this post with no success.


I will give you the URL for the image I like best.  Maybe that will work.


Anyway, what I had to say can just as easily be said another day.  I wish you all a healthier year than the one just past, all the love you can handle, good friends and joy abounding, and sufficient wealth to do at least some of the more important things on your lists!


Happy New Year.


Martha

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

From Two USN Veterans to All Others



My daughter, Kareema, reminded me that an area restaurant was offering lunch to veterans today.  We went, with grandson Donovan in tow.  Nice meal, even nicer company.  On the way out, Kareema saw this flag and wanted us to have our photo taken beneath it.

Another time, I might have declined (don't like having my picture taken, as a rule), might have put her off.  Now, I'm taking every opportunity to make memories for later, to have a pleasant day, to enjoy every moment.

Thank you, veterans everywhere, for serving your countries and your fellow citizens.  If you are reading this, it means you came home from your service.  That's a good thing.