In 2017 – we knew the changes were coming. We prepared for them. Two simultaneous projects were rolling along in 2017. One career ended. A potential new one is born.
Very few professions have a federally mandated retirement age. By LAW, a commercial pilot is not allowed to work on his 65th birthday. FORBIDDEN. DENIED. ITS NOT AGEIST. ITS THE LAW. ITS THE END OF AN ERA. THE END OF A PHASE OF LIFE. NO CHOICE. GOTTA GOT!!
Ten months of planning a vacation/ celebration came to an end on October 24, 2017. 23 people had planned and budgeted their personal vacations so they could fly on Flight #49 CDG-DFW -along with Captain Tym Myers, whose 32 year career with American ended with the successful arrival of the flight in DFW Another 20 people assembled at Gate 23 at DFW, awaiting the arrival of the partying 10% of the passengers on that historic flight. View the YouTube Video of Tym’s Love Affair With The 787. Captain Tym’s 32 Year Career With American Airlines
THE END OF A CAREER IS ALSO THE START OF A NEW LIFE. A NEW PROMISE OF THE FUTURE. EVERYONE JOKES ABOUT RETIREMENT AND WELL DESERVED REST. AS FOR FUSSY, I’LL REST WHEN I’M DEAD. Fussy’s got a new cookie to share
This new year’s promise started at least a year ago. Test recipes, test cookie cutters, test cookie molds. Fussy has been working on the perfect cookie. A simple buttery, sabled shortbread with Himalayan, French and South African Sea Salt, with a touch of Belgian Sugar Pearls. The cookie is made from a 3D printed mold of our home town iconic symbol, The Alamo. Designed by Kit, executed and printed with the training from 3D designers, these cookies are custom designed for exclusive clients. Lovingly baked by hand, The Alamo Shortbread is a tasty symbol worthy of the Alamo City.
There’s more, much more ….. to be shared later.
Fussy love simple….especially simple recipes. Take simple ingredients, (most of which were common supplies in a 20th century pantry or frig), boil them together and create a chemical reaction. In the time it takes an oven to heat up, the ingredients are dumped together to create a fragrant, gooey batter.
When this recipe was hastily written in Grandma Hattie’s kitchen, this Twenty-Something Foodie, just wanted Grandma’s magic at her fingertips available anytime the mood struck. Fussy was tired of waiting for the ritual delivery of The Raisin Cake.
The delivery was always a ‘special delivery’. After a visit to a Texas, the cake was the special souvenir. Wrapped in wax paper, then enrobed in two layers of aluminum foil, the cake was protected by a cardboard lingerie box. Generally carried on a series of flights between Texas and California, Grandma Hattie’s Raisin Cake was the flavor of Texas.
No matter how well we tried to parcel out the cake, someone always managed to steal a sliver or full blown slice from the deep freeze. The thievery and deception only made the cake more highly prized. Fussy decided to own the prize. Grandma gladly shared. Hastily written on note paper from a spiral notebook, the recipe became the ‘Go To’ recipe. Easily prepared, and greatly appreciated. Minimal effort, maximum acclaim, that’s the kind of recipe Fussy loves.
Ignore the holiday shopping list. Read through the blurred smudges. The recipe is forgiving. Ingredients need not be precisely measured.
Add pecans, add vanilla, add a splash of rum. Leave out cloves, add some ginger. Use oleo or butter. These things don’t matter. Any simple recipe has at least ONE detail that matters. It could be a single ingredient. It could be a technique. Patience is the crucial element of this recipe. Once the baking soda has been dumped in, turn off the stove, and stir the batter continuously until the foaming bubbles subside completely. Don’t rush the process. Always keep stirring and folding the mixture until the chemical reaction stops. Only then has the batter cooled enough for the flour to be folded in. The photo shows the ooey gooey dark batter before being baked. Wasn’t enough patience for photos before Fussy served the cake tonight. Fussy believes in sharing food, in sharing love, in sharing secrets. When you make this family secret, enjoy, knowing that decades of tradition are part of this simple recipe. Remember, simple can be complex if not done right. Fussy loves simple.
Seven years in a row now, Fussy’s sense of family has been tweaked. Fussy celebrates family and the Christmas season by building with gingerbread at the Braden Keller Center next to St Louis.
This year, Bop chose to remind Fussy of her genealogical ties to the Castroville founding families. Right next to the Peter Jungmann home stands the greatest Christmas tree ever.
A PRICKLY PEAR CACTUS ADORNED WITH CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS!
Other areas rely on evergreens that take years to grow, just for the purpose of dying to be the centerpiece in a family home. Evergreens are cultivated to become single use decorations., destined for the compost heaps.
Castroville uses what is natural to Texas, a prickly pear. This stubborn succulent grows in a bush like form all over the rugged Texas landscape. Its flat beaver tail paddles are covered with thousands of prickly spiny thorns that aggressively jump out at passers by.. It is the mother to knobs of bloody red juicy fruit which sustained the life of parched animals and settlers in the early days of Texas history.
Fussy like this true evergreen, destined to give joy year after year. It’s pure Texas ingenuity to use the resources available to practice a perennial tradition. Fussy like The PRICKLY PEAR Christmas tree of Castroville.
How can a simple conversion between two sisters half a continent apart turn into a 90 minute dramatic evening? We homebodies prefer to stay home on Friday nights, and catch up on family events long distance. But, live in the City By the Bay, next to Stern Grove, and the men in blue will put a perimeter around your quiet tree bordered neighborhood, searching for an armed gunman. Texas listened to the police scanner on the iPad, while Wawona Street kept an eye on their neighbors and the passing police and their vehicles. Suspense built when the suspect was spotted across the street running up hill toward the park. After a few flash bangs, and gun shots, the subdued suspect rode to a hospital, which led to a final flurry of texts between the two cities named for saints, 1300 miles apart. Safe excitement for both sisters.
When folks get edgy, they do one of three things: Lash Out, Hunker Down or Seek Comfort. WAY TOO MUCH lashing out lately. Folks taking to the streets because the world doesn’t spin their way. Just ain’t fitting.
Hunker down and focus on basics. That’s what folks in Texas do. Thank God for The Castle Doctrine. The Castle Doctrine, especially the Texas interpretation, is one Fussy believes in. In The Lone Star State, we are permitted to defend our homes. With force if necessary. A man’s home is his castle.
It doesn’t matter if the man is made of gingerbread. Neither does it matter that his home is highly edible. Who could blame our little Gingerbread Man for defending his Cookie Jar home? All the more reason to defend his world.
And yet, Gummy Bears and Teddy Grahams can’t resist the temptation of a simple shortbread cookie. Shortbread, gingerbread, candy and icing; it’s a classic conflict worthy of Hansel and Gretel.
Portraying the Castle Doctrine in edible terms. Hunkering down and seeking comfort in food. That’s something Fussy can sink her teeth into.
Crazy doesn’t stop fundraising efforts for small town Texas. It may not be Cardinal Dolan, but it’s real. It’s small town. It’s Texas . Listen to their music on Spotify, Pandora. Fussy likes Texas. Fussy likes JadeandBryan.com
In a prior post, Fussy talked about A Hart and this emoji’s meaning. Whenever you see this emoji, a recipe is close by. The recipe is for Ghee or Clarified Butter, as mentioned in the Guys and Dolls post.
A Hart started out as Alma Mae, the second youngest in the clan. She ended life as Gram. In between, Gram was an Air Force veteran, the first college graduate in her family, a professional career woman, a wife, a mother, a homemaker and an adventurer. Gram was an old school feminist, who believed that a woman should excel in every room of the house. Including The White House. That kind of feminism is hard to live up to. It’s fun to try.
Family, food and fun were Gram’s focus. Gram knew how to cook. She appreciated chi chi with a dose of common sense. Boeuf Bourguignon and Vlaams Carbonade were relatives of Beef Stew. Gram appreciated the nuanced cultural differences. However, Gram firmly believed that decent cooks could adapt a recipe to the ingredients on hand. No wine. No problem. No beer. No problem. Add okra as the finishing touch and a Hart Family classic was born. Learn, adapt, improve, simplify. No detailed explanations were required. Notes and rating system were.
GHEE, where were we? Oh, yes. Ghee is the term used for
Born Alma Mae, later called Allie, she loved the nickname Kit. She answered to Mrs. Hart, Big Kit, Mom, and Gram. A child of The Depression, Gram learned that necessity was the mother of invention. The Mothers of Invention were a musical luxury of the future. Learn, adapt, improve, simplify. Repeat. Gram lived by these concepts.She replaced her signature “Alma Hart” as early as 1965. Although not her legal signature, the symbol became her trademark, her brand. The lower case ‘a’ surrounded by a heart was her personal stamp of approval. An emoji before its time. It’s proof of her no nonsense approach to life. Fussy likes no nonsense.
“On behalf of the former sinners of tomorrow, I protest…..” This is exactly the kind of phrase that asks to be posted, shared or tweeted. It triggers an immediate response. It’s just got to be relevant. It’s so clever … familiar ….. timely….ageless….provocative… entertaining. As a stand alone phrase, it’s great. One more piece of inane bull### that we love to share. However, there is so much more to it than the gut response. The phrase is Runyonesque. Now this odd adjective and the phrase require a bit of context.
Context, in most things, provides clarity. Context clarifies much in the same way butter* is clarified. Clarification takes time and thought. It’s simple. The end product is richer and more intense. Fussy loves simple.
So, put on a low flame…. mentally. As the flickering blue heat tickles the gray matter, search your memories, ideas and life experience. No knee jerk reactions please. NO internet. Then, let the flame die… let the reflections settle, cool and collect. Now decide; where does the phrase come from? What does it mean?
Fussy knows. Not fair? So what! Here’s the context along with Fussy’s clarification:
Damon Runyon was an American journalist and writer. His ability to capture a specific era in America was so impressive that the adjective Runyonesque came into its own. Runyon described life on the streets of early 20th Century Times Square. His articles and stories were based on real people with larger than life personalities. Sky Masterson was one such Runyonesque character. Sky, an inveterate gambler, spoke the line, in the musical, “GUYS AND DOLLS”. Marlon Brando, what a hunk, played Sky in the 1955 MGM movie.
Does Fussy’s context provide definitive clarity? Absolutely not. Ain’t nothin’ new under the sun. Fussy has forgotten more than you’ll ever know. Here’s one thing Fussy didn’t know. Damon Runyon’s legacy lives on, not only in popular media, but in the fight against cancer. Visit DamonRunyon.org to discover how Runyonesque life can be. If you’ve enjoyed this simple phrase and story, follow along. Regular posts on all thing simple.
*GHEE! How do you clarify butter? Coming in a blog post soon.