Saturday, November 30, 2024

Secrets of Greek Cooking Brought to Mind by the Closing of a Landmark NYC Restaurant



Jeff—Saturday 
 
Getting Greeks to give up their recipes is like pulling teeth.  Nah, I’m exaggerating. Pulling teeth is way easier. Perhaps it’s because they fear their recipes will be stolen. Like the Parthenon Marbles.

Frankly, I think it’s way past the time for worrying.  No, not over the marbles, the recipes.  Greek cuisine has taken over the earth…at least in major North American cities.  Some of the very best restaurants in the U.S. are Greek and I defy you to find a diner anywhere in the U.S. not connected somehow to a Greek.  
 
Sadly, this past month marked the closing of my favorite Greek restaurant of all time:  Periyali, the legendary Manhattan pioneer and stalwart of fine Greek cooking served with elegance amid world-class surroundings. Every dish set the standard for its imitators.

For example, who ever thinks of Greek food without “octopus” latching on to your thoughts?  To my way of thinking the best anywhere was found at Periyali, and if you somehow get a hold of The Periyali Cookbook you’ll find some of the best Greek recipes anywhere.  Its signature octopus dish takes up five pages in the cookbook and three days to make!  But it’s worth it.


And while on the subject of worth it, the cookbook’s “Victor Gouras’s Sautéed Breast of Chicken with Lemon Sauce,” is my favorite chicken dish on earth.  I often watched Victor prepare it in his culinary-paradigm changing Patmian House restaurant on the Dodecanese Island of Patmos but his final cooking stage called for grilling the chicken in a panini-type waffle iron, not in the skillet called for by the recipe.  But let’s just keep that little secret between us chickoholics.

But I digress (to digest?).  Back to the octopus.  For those of you looking for a simpler way to prepare it than recommended by Periyali, let’s start with the basic premise of all dealings with octopus: First and foremost tenderize.  Unless of course you’re searching for a mandibular workout. 

Some say that if you start with frozen octopus the freezing process has already tenderized it.  I don’t buy that, even though I do buy frozen octopus.   I tenderize both fresh and frozen octopi, though not in the same way. 

The classic method for dealing with fresh is pounding the octopus one hundred times against a stone—definitely not recommended for the still frozen sort—and it’s the only method I use for those I catch in the sea. 

If you don’t happen to have a slab of granite in your kitchen or nearby, but still want to experience the slam-bam method, perhaps you might try using a sidewalk or an edge of a street in your neighborhood. Just be careful not to get yourself tenderized in the process by a passing motorist or charging PETA demonstrators.  By the way, this method has a critical final step. After the pounding is done, you must vigorously rub the octopus against the stone in seawater for five minutes or so, forming a froth as you merrily rub-a-dub-dub.

Okay, there’s a more practical approach to the tenderizing process, it’s one passed on to me many years ago by my buddy Panos Kelaidis’ mom.


Put the octopus and one full wine glass (“Greek size” she said) of red wine or vinegar into a pot, cover with a tight lid, and simmer for a minimum of two hours until a fork goes through it easily (octopus releases it’s own fluid as it cooks—or at least it’s supposed to). Remove the tentacles close to the head and grill them over a medium-hot charcoal grill or under a broiler for about four minutes.  Or sauté them in olive oil and whatever herbs you choose.  Once cooked, add olive oil and lemon to taste, plus pepper and a “bit” of the red wine (or vinegar) used to tenderize. And yes, I know there are a lot of other ways to do this, but you Yiannis-come-lately lost your chance to suggest your mommy’s favorite.

By the way, just in case you haven’t noticed by now, traditional Greek cooking follows the “by feel” rather than precise measurement approach—like the country’s accounting methods. (I know, I promised none of that.  Sorry.).

Not to be outdone by his mom, Panos contributed his own simple recipe for a staple of Greek traditional fare, oven roasted lemon potatoes:


Small round ones work best.  Soak potatoes in a mixture of salt, two cups of water, and two cups of lemon juice for two hours. Drain the potatoes, and toss them in a mixture of one-half cup olive oil, fresh cut-up garlic, and oregano.  Line the bottom of a roasting pan with one row of potatoes, bake for one-hour and forty minutes at 375 degrees, and finish off with twenty minutes under a broiler to crisp them up nicely.

A nice accompaniment to the octopus and potatoes is this easy to make recipe for tzatziki I plucked from Roz Apostolou at the Hotel Mykonos Adonis, my home on Mykonos:


Peel, grate, and strain one large or two small cucumbers, and allow them to sit in a strainer for at least one-half hour.  Place the thoroughly strained cucumber on a tea towel and wring out most of the moisture.
To two cups of yogurt (you can use light but it really isn’t as good), add
The wrung-out cucumber,
One-quarter cup finely chopped dill,
Two to three cloves of crushed or grated garlic (adjust to taste and/or anticipated up-close and personal encounters),
Three tablespoons of olive oil, and
Salt (again to taste).
Mix it all together and voila!  Or rather opa!

Okay it’s time for the turkey. But I need a drink first, and here’s a “brandy margarita” sort of drink from bar maestros, Nikos Christodoulakis and Jody Duncan, proprietors of Mykonos’ also now shuttered and deeply missed Montparnasse Piano Bar (think La Cage aux Folles, sans sequins). 


It’s their “Side by Side by Sidecar”:

Two ounces Wild Turkey 101 Proof Bourbon (if you’ve hit the lottery you can use Mount Vernon Estate rye at $85/pint or Buffalo Trace)

Three-quarter ounces Cointreau

One ounce slightly sweetened lemon juice

Put ice in a cocktail shaker and add all of the above ingredients. Shake the hell out of it, and strain into a chilled Mae West type champagne glass rimmed with superfine bar sugar. Garnish with a lemon twist.

Ahh, and in a homage to Thanksgiving…the floor’s all yours, public relations guru extraordinaire Renee Pappas.


First, Renee Pappas’ twist on the traditional Greek stuffing/dressing recipe.

Soak overnight about 3 cups of currants (not raisins) in enough Madeira or Mavrodaphne wine to cover them.  Sauté one finely chopped medium onion, add in two pounds of ground meat and once it’s browned add in the currants and wine. Continue sautéing until the wine is absorbed, adding one teaspoon salt, one-half teaspoon allspice, and one-quarter teaspoon pepper. To the sauté, stir in two cups of prepared chestnuts cut up by hand, together with two cups of chopped walnuts and one cup of pine-nuts, and continuing sautéing all the ingredients together for about ten minutes.

In these days of food safety concerns the dressing doesn’t cook inside the turkey, but rather is served separately. So, stuff the turkey’s cavity with oranges and lemons cut into quarters.

Prepare a basting broth for the turkey by combining its neck, heart and liver with a few sprigs of parsley, sage, an onion stuck with cloves, two Knorr chicken bullion cubes and a carrot in eight cups of water.  Allow it all to simmer for about an hour.  Strain the liquid, throw away the innards and vegetables, and add to the basting broth one-half of the bottle of wine used in preparing the dressing (assuming you haven’t been drinking it just to keep up with all this).

Now on to the bird… 

To ready the turkey for the oven, massage it all over with melted butter and put it breast down (very important) in a deep pan lined in aluminum foil. Wrap the wings and ends of the legs in foil and place it in a pre-heated 350-degree oven.  Baste the bird every fifteen minutes. Once the bird's back turns golden, turn it over and roast until the breast is golden brown, remembering to keep basting (every fifteen minutes) with the broth and melted butter.  It should take about twenty minutes per pound to cook.

Once cooked, remove the turkey from the oven and place it on a large cutting board. Strain the basting liquid into a saucepan. Throw away the oranges, lemons and "gunk" and put the turkey back into the pan, tightly covered with aluminum foil, and allow it to “rest” at least a half hour before carving.

Add the rest of the wine to the basting broth and cook it down, adding a paste made of cornstarch and wine, to thicken it into gravy.

Enjoy.


Happy Thanksgiving everyone, with a special thanks to Renee, Roz, Jody, Niko, Steve, Nicola, and Panos. 

––Jeff

Friday, November 29, 2024

And the winner of the Saltire Prize is......



As some of you may know, I started writing at the age of 'quite old' after I fractured my back and ended up in hospital for a very long time. Before that I hadn’t written a word of fiction. By the time I was back on my feet, literally in this case, I had written over quarter of a million words. They ended up becoming books 1 and 2.   'Absolution' starts off with a female lying in their bed having everything done for them. And it wasn’t until much later somebody pointed out that it had been written by a female in bed having everything done for them. 

The answer to your unasked question is a Papermate pen and a clipboard because you can write whilst lying on your back.

                                             

                                                    Ajay getting her award.

Apropos, of absolutely nothing, the story was  inspired by some lines from the Waterboys song A Girl Called Johnny.... "A girl who discovered her choice was to change or be changed."

So if we take a timeline from me being in hospital to me appearing in the British Embassy in Berlin next month as a sort of Scottish tartan noir cultural ambassador(??)  many people along that timeline have pushed me, prodded me, encouraged me, slapped me about etc but none more so than the lady who won the Saltire award last night... Ajay Close. 

My memory is quite hazy and sometimes my imagination just fills the gaps but this is the story.

When I had finished my quarter of a million words but wasn't quite strong enough to be back at work full time, I joined the afternoon writers' group in the local library. There was stunned silence when I read the opening of Absolution... 'White nothing but white, nothing but the rhythmic breathing of life.'

The writer in residence basically told me to go away and come back on the Thursday night when the audience would be slightly tougher. ( Much tougher to be accurate ) Weirdly, I am now in charge of fiction in that writers' group, or so I think.

                                      

                                 Ajay, insert joke re light at the end of the tunnel!

Back in the day, the council paid for a writer in residence to take writing groups. They are generally authors, who like to give something back to the community.  Then along came Ajay who I think has a PhD in the works of Larkin- I might have made that up but I don't think so. She was an award winning journalist in the more intellectual end of print media. And a graduate of Oxford or Cambridge ( I suspect it was Cambridge), and generally a mega intelligent human being. The sort of person who can tell you that something is crap but can also tell you how to put it right. As a writer she is very literary, working on political themes. 

She once read my whole typescript for me, and once she had slapped that about a bit, she suggested I send it to Jane Gregory who is the agent for Val McDermid and Anne Cleeves, Minette Walters etc  and so my writing career was born. 

I often wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t turned up that night or if Ajay had never taken the job. She now works up in Perth. I remember meeting her other half at some thing we were doing together and he was very patient in explaining to me what steampunk was. I had no idea.

                                             

                                     Ajay's writing really impressed John Le Carre.

                                          What more do you need to know.

Anyway, Ajay  has always been a beautiful writer, shades of Donna Tartt about the way she writes but without the twirly bits if you get my meaning. The book that won the Saltire for her is not about the Yorkshire Ripper, it's about the women living in Leeds during that time, different stories about the different women and what it was actually like. Much more literary then crime. 

In fact, the book is totally about the quiet heroic women who went about their business during that time and fought back. And fought back against the police who, with the distance and judgement that  time allows, made some bad decisions.

For those that don't know, the police at that time advised women to stay in as they couldn't catch the guy who was murdering women - thirteen in all. Famously the floor of the incident room nearly collapsed due to the weight of the paperwork.

 Here's a review "This novel successfully evokes the atmosphere of the late 70's, early 80's. It brought back that time very clearly with skilful detail and realistic dialogue. It's a page turner because of the tension around the activities of the serial killer, who is reminiscent of Peter Sutcliffe, but it is the women in the feminist group who will stay with you after you've read this book. They were brilliantly written and startling and captivating."

And just to end with a story, I was promoting this book to a patient who said they were doing social work training at the time "The Ripper" was active and because of what was going on and the fact that she was often out at night, her husband used to drive her from home visit to home visit. Three times he got a knock on the window of his car from the boys in blue, "What exactly are you doing here, sir?"

 Congratulations Ajay, I hope it soars!!

Caro

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Thankful

Wendall -- every other Thursday

Happy Thanksgiving. I thought I’d take this opportunity to write about a few things I’m grateful for today.

First, I am so grateful for my husband. Today is the anniversary of our first date and I want to thank him for making me laugh every day for the last twenty-three years. 

 

We never pass up a chance at a photo booth.

 
The king of funny faces.

He sent off for an inflatable Dino from Japan.

I am also grateful to the Murder is Everywhere crew. It is a privilege and a pleasure to have spent almost two years now with all of you interesting, talented, erudite writers and to be a part of the blog. I’m also grateful for all of you who follow us.

 

My first Bouchercon with most of the writers from MIE.
 

As always, I’m grateful to Stevie Wonder for still being alive. Same goes for Joni Mitchell, Jackson Browne, Stephen Stills, Bob Dylan, Rickie Lee Jones, Stevie Nicks, Keith Richards, and on and on. For more details on how music is vital to me, see my blog from November 14.

 


 

I am grateful that James and I now have a balcony. It may overlook a freeway (we pretend the constant sound is the ocean) but it’s a private place outside to read, drink coffee and cocktails, and watch the hummingbirds while the sun rises and sets. Makes all the difference.

 


 


I am grateful to all my professors at UNC, especially the late Doris Betts, who gave me the best reading lists and taught me to think, always dig deeper, and check my sources.

 

My writing and thinking mentor, Doris Betts.
 

I’m grateful to live in California, where succulents abound.

 

Huntington Gardens.

 
A palm tree from my neighborhood.
 

I’m grateful to have grown up in the 70s, where great, profound, irreverent, and hilarious movies were in theaters every week.

 

To be a moviegoes when Altman was at his peak was a privilege.

When news was news.


No words for how prophetic this was.

When Jill Clayburgh, Diane Keaton, and Sally Field were movie stars.


Still stunning.

My idol and still one of my favorite films.

"Serpentine!"

Too many funny lines to quote.

I’m grateful that mystery organizations, librarians, and independent bookstores exist and for all the amazing people who have helped me with my research, read early drafts, chosen my stories for anthologies, and generally supported me as a writer, especially my sister, Kim. The rest of you know who you are.

 

At Chevalier's with Tim Hallinan.

 
My very first signing with Anne Saller at Book Carnival.

My first published story, thanks to Naomi Hirahara.

 

Also grateful I can still hear, see, and type!

 

Have a great holiday.

 

--Wendall

 

 

 

 

 

 


Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Global Icons: The Hits and Misses of My Travel Bucket List

Kwei--Wednesday

After a horrific few weeks, I wanted to post something of lighter fare.

Exploring the world’s most famous landmarks is an exciting adventure—but not all icons live up to their hype. While some places left me in awe, others didn’t quite meet my expectations. Here’s my take on the global landmarks that impressed me and those that fell a little short.


The Disappointments: When Reality Didn’t Match the Vision

Big Ben, London
I’ll admit it: Coming from the US, I thought Big Ben was taller. The iconic clock tower (now officially called the Elizabeth Tower) is just 316 feet tall—roughly equivalent to a 27-story building. Its architecture and detail are impressive, but it wasn’t the towering marvel I’d imagined.

Doesn't it look like a skyscraper? Image: Shutterstock

The Grassy Knoll, Dallas
Standing at the infamous site where President Kennedy was assassinated, I was surprised by the smallness and ordinariness of the place. I'd envisioned a grand boulevard lined with towering buildings, and because it was such a monumental event in US history, my imagination had magnified the scene.

Wait, this is the Grassy Knoll people have been talking about? (Image: Shutterstock)

The Mona Lisa, Paris
The Louvre’s most famous resident underwhelmed me for one reason: the crowd. The painting is miniature—only 30 by 21 inches—and it’s nearly impossible to get close enough to appreciate it. I spent more time navigating tourists than admiring the lady's enigmatic smile.

My first thought: "This is ridiculous." (Image: Shutterstock)

The Little Mermaid, Copenhagen
While steeped in cultural significance as a tribute to Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tale, the Little Mermaid statue is relatively small and certainly more petite than it looks in photographs—just over 4 feet tall. It sits unassumingly by the harbor, blending into the surroundings. It’s charming, but I found it lacked the grandeur I'd expected.

Photos give an impression of size that doesn't show in real life (Image: Shutterstock)

The Show-Stoppers: Icons That Lived Up to the Legend

The Rift Valley, Kenya
Nothing prepared me for the breathtaking Rift Valley. The vast expanse, dotted with flocks of pink flamingos on its alkaline lakes, felt like stepping into a nature documentary.

Vast and awe-inspiring (Image: Shutterstock)

The Grand Canyon, USA

Pictures don’t do the Grand Canyon justice. Seeing it in person, with its layers of red rock stretching endlessly into the horizon, was a humbling experience that no photo could replicate.

The size and grandeur is overpowering (Image: Shutterstock)

The Akosombo Dam and Adome Bridge, Ghana
The Akosombo Dam is a testament to engineering brilliance—its sheer size and the power it generates for Ghana are awe-inspiring. Equally impressive is the Adome Bridge, Ghana’s only suspension bridge. Spanning the Volta River, the bridge is set against a backdrop of lush green hills that amplify its beauty. Some even consider it among the world’s most picturesque bridges, thanks to its graceful arch and scenic surroundings.

In real life, the Akosombo Dam is truly impressive (Image: Shutterstock)


The Adome Bridge features strongly in The Missing American (Image: Kwei Quartey)

The Empire State Building, New York
An Art Deco masterpiece, the Empire State Building is as grand inside as outside. Its observatories offer unmatched views of the Manhattan skyline.

I've admired this building since childhood (Image: Shutterstock)

The Statue of Liberty, New York
Climbing the stairs to the crown with my grandmother was an unforgettable experience. Standing atop Lady Liberty and looking at the harbor felt like touching history.

We usually see the exterior of the Lady With The Lamp;
this is the spiral staircase inside (Image: Shutterstock) 



Plan Your Visits: Know What to Expect

Iconic landmarks are part of our shared cultural imagination, but knowing what to expect can help you avoid disappointment. Researching size, accessibility, and crowds can make or break your visit. While some places—like the Adome Bridge or the Grand Canyon—are even more stunning in person, others, like the Little Mermaid or Mona Lisa, might underwhelm at first glance.

What global landmarks have exceeded or fallen short of your expectations? Share your travel tales in the comments!


Monday, November 25, 2024

Why?

 Annamaria on Monday



To be honest, I am a little trepidatious about taking up this topic today.  After all, I am not a political scientist.  But I need to find my way to some level of understanding, at least for myself.  So I am using this blog to try to make sense of the situation.  I fear, readers will think I am being jejune.  Or facetious.  But I believe in my conclusion is true.

For the past few weeks, I have had to turn off the news because Democrats have ben doing what, I am sorry to say, we too often do best: blaming each other for our loss in an recent election.  That amounts to shooting ourselves in the foot.

Too many people have been playing this blame game.  They have been dwelling on specific acts that so-and-so shouldn't have done.   Or he/she did not do XYZ when it would have cured the whole situation.  I cannot imagine why anyone would think engaging in such self-flagellation, especially when it will be broadcast worldwide, would be helpful.

That said, I am going to throw my chapeau into the ring.  My analysis, amateurish as it may seem, I hope will add some salt to the soup.

First, I need to get us past the rumor that Trump won by a landslide. He won, but by a margin of less than 2%. (Aside: after all his lies about the American election system being rife with fraud, he now believes in this result.)  In truth, when all the votes were counted, more Americans voted for somebody other than Trump. But he did win.

Although the Democratic Party won the votes of their own members and of many well–informed Republicans, they did not win because of, in the words of Cool–hand Luke, a failure to communicate.  The Democrat’s messages were progressive, but they required explanation and thought to be convincing. And generally speaking, they weren't amusing. "Women deserve the right to make their own decisions about their own bodies." "America under Biden came out of the pandemic stronger than any other country in the developed world."

The MAGA message on the other hand was tailored to the addicts of social media "They eat their neighbors pets." "Immigrants are taking your jobs."

The Democrats messages were aimed at getting the voter to think.

The MAGA messages were aimed at amusing and rialing up the voters

The Democrat's messages required, for example, an elementary knowledge of economics.



The MAGA messages could be easily expressed in 140 characters, or 280 at the very most.


In the end, when it comes to attracting those voters who listen to influencers rather than experts, I am afraid it boiled down to this: 

Hyper-competent, but boring
Totally Incompetent, but fascinating