Car Philosophy

It's been a while since I've posted anything about cars. That's partly because of lack of time and partly because of my rather schizoid nature. Oh, I come by the split-personality naturally - my sun sign is a water sign and my moon sign is earth, so I'm often caught up in my own mental-mud when I need to make a decision.

On the one hand, I read about all these truly amazing machines and it's truly overwhelming. I saw a red Masarati Quattroporte outside the place I get pedicures done just last weekend and nearly froze in my tracks, which would have been bad since it would have caused a wreck! So, while I continue to lust after super cars like the Masarati or the Audi R8 or Bugatti Veyron or Jaguar XKR, I know it'll be like a guy lusting after a night with Angelina Jolie - totally and forever unattainable. The problem is there are plenty of other performance cars out there that would work just fine for me and I could ostensibly afford. How about an Infiniti G37 or a Nissan Z or a Lexus IS or a BMW 3 series? Sure, all of those are fun to drive, are high-quality in materials and workmanship, have all the best technology and will last forever. But there's one thing they haven't got - good gas mileage.

Yup, here's where my schitzatude pops up. I am part granola-eating, tree-hugging environmentalist. I try to save the planet when I can. I have reuseable grocery bags that I take into stores when I go shopping. I save water by keeping a bucket under the condensation spigot from the air conditioner so I can collect the water and use it on the plants. I recycle everything I can. I will likely get a compost bin for our yard and food scraps once I get my kitchen garden up and running. So, how do I reconcile my need to not waste things with the purchase of a new vehicle, especially when I crave speed and performance in a vehicle as much as I crave air? It's a real problem!

So, cars like the Prius and Insight seem like a reasonable choice, right? Well, no. Those cars drive like a tank and are simply fugly. The concept of a car that looks like a hybrid, especially if hybrids are supposed to look like a Prius, just boggles my mind. Why can't a car that is easy on gas mileage or has an alternative fuel source just look like the expression of the manufacturer? Why do they all have to look like a clog-shoe on wheels? Sure, I'm told clogs are comfortable but they're so ugly, I'd never own a pair. Besides, these new hybrids or plug-in electric cars are coming out to be about the same price as a new BMW and yet they don't have all the technological advances that make a BMW or Lexus or Infiniti such safe and fun cars to drive. There's no anti-slip differential, no anti-lock breaks, no traction control, no all-wheel-drive - at least not on cars I've researched to this point. Granted, I've not driven any of them either so I'm likely being unfair in my critique of their safety and driveability in challenging situations. Reviews I've read on the Prius, however, all say it drives like a brick and handles like a one-horse hay cart (I paraphrase).

So, in a similar fashion to Sylla and Charybdis, I'm stuck between a G37 and a Ford Fusion Hybrid, and I doubt there's a good answer in the middle.

Tosca Ristorante Italiano - Durham

Rating: 2 and 1/2 Bay Leaves

Many of you have mentioned you're looking forward to my restaurant reviews. Well, you're in luck - here's my first! My goal is to review restaurants that are local and not chains, but there are a few on my list that are chains, but they're either regional chains or they have few restaurants in the chain, like Firebird's.

Tosca in Durham is owned by Danielle and Antonio Rios, who also own the Blue Corn Cafe on 9th Street in Durham, at which I've also had the pleasure of dining, well, lunching.

I'm a little picky about Italian restaurants because my mom's family is from Naples. I've been to Tosca Twice now, once with a co-worker for lunch and then again Monday with the entirety of my office, about 150 people, as part of an appreciation and service award luncheon. Unfortunately, I have to report that they only rate two and one-half Bay Leaves - both the food and the service are pretty spotty.

The first time I was there, the restaurant was empty except for one occupied table in the center of the restaurant. It clearly looked like the boss taking his staff to lunch. We were seated next to the service corridor instead of at any of the other tables not next to the service corridor. Guess I'm a little picky about that in more upscale restaurants. The soup that day was a chilled melon mint soup, which sounded delicious, but ended up having a grainy texture - like it was just mint and cantaloupe smashed up in a blender. The flavor was nice, though. I ordered cappellini (angel hair pasta) with shrimp and my friend ordered the same pasta with meat balls. The pasta was overcooked and the shrimp appeared to have the shells completely taken off, but actually, they left the shell on the tip of the tail but removed the bit that covered the flippy fin-like bits. That had to take some work! It was quite a surprise when I bit into it! I can understand maybe making a mistake with one piece of shrimp, but every shrimp was prepared this way. My friend's marinara sauce had water pooling in the bottom of the dish, which means one of two things: 1) they are from the school of saucing that a little pasta water helps the sauce cling to the pasta better and just over did it a little, or 2) the marinara was not simmered long enough. I didn't ask if her pasta had been overcooked as well.

Monday, I had their house salad and spinach tagliatelle (a broad, flat, long noodle made with spinach) served with sauteed spinach and tomatoes. The salad was very fresh and quite delicious. It has slices of raw fennel, which was a very nice surprise, and the dressing was quite lovely. The pasta was also very tasty and perfectly cooked, which was surprising considering the huge crowd they were serving. The pasta sauce was a light cream sauce and there was just enough on the pasta. Since this was their vegetarian option, I was dismayed at the lack of vegetables on it. There was a fork-full of sauteed spinach in the bottom of the dish and two halved grape tomatoes. Other than that, it was very satisfying. Dessert choices were a vanilla cake with strawberry filling and vanilla icing or a chocolate flour-less cake. The poor restaurant was so overwhelmed that by the time they got half-way around with the chocolate cake, they were running so low the servings kept getting smaller and smaller to the point that the serving I was given was pretty much nothing more than a dollap splashed onto the middle of a plate. It appeared to be made up of nothing but frosting, so I didn't even try to taste it. Others at my table said it was quite rich and sweet. The vanilla cake suffered from being under-done on the bottom. It looked gorgeous and folks at my table commented that it was very moist - as if it had some sort of liquid in it. This could very well be the case because Italians love drizzling cake with liquors. Unfortunately, it was not very well-liked, as demonstrated by the amount of it was left on tables after only a bite. On my way out, I also noticed there were people still being served the chocolate cake. These plates looked entirely different from the one I had been served. There was a chocolate drizzle artfully sketched on the plate, and then a perfectly carved pie-wedge of dense brownie was placed on top. On top of the brownie was an artful dollop of whipped cream. Yes, I wish I could have tried that dish instead of the embarrassment that was served to me.

Both times I dined at Tosca, the service seemed very overwhelmed. While that is totally expected in a situation with 150 guests, it is strange in a situation where there are only 10. And, I must say, in an Italian restaurant of any level, it is never acceptable for the pasta to be overcooked! I give two and one-half Bay Leaves instead of a lower rating only because the dishes they did well, they did very well and there is clearly someone thinking in the kitchen. With a little more focus and consistency, Tosca has the ability to be quite great. It's just not now.

Biscuit Time!

Biscuits are delicious morsels of fluffy, warm clouds sent from heaven, waiting to be bathed in gravy or topped with all sorts of tasty treats. They are a benchmark of one's cookitude. And as a daughter of the south, especially one who loves cooking, baking high, light, fluffy biscuits should be as easy as napping in a hammock under a magnolia tree. But, alas, I still struggle with something that most southern ladies consider nothing more than something on which to rest your butter and jam.

Perhaps I am genealogically impaired. After all, my mom's Italian and from the rust belt of Pennsylvania and my dad is English and from sort of the Nebraska/Oklahoma area. Neither of my parents nor their parents baked biscuits. So, even if I'm not truly naturally impaired, I'm at least nurture-ally impaired, since I never got to stand on a stool next to mom or granny and help make them.

In high school, back when they used to separate the boys out of home economics class, we had a class on making biscuits. We followed the directions on the back of the flour bag. What we created were flat, round, hard discs that no amount of soaking in anything would make them edible. My home ec teacher just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sometimes the recipes just aren't very good." I was not put off - I was discouraged, but not deterred. After seeing biscuits at fast-food restaurants that are high, lighty and fluffy, albeit dripping in greasy butter and too salty to enjoy, I decided it just can't be that hard. I vowed to find a way to make consistently good biscuits in my own kitchen with my own two hands.

It took awhile for me to remember my vow, but years later, I bought a box of Bisquick thinking that a box could solve this problem for me. While the biscuits were edible, they had a funny aftertaste. Sort of metallic. And the biscuits still spread wide on the pan instead of reaching the lofty heights they should. I read the ingredients on the box and realized that it was pretty much the same thing as self-rising flour, so I switched to the cheaper bagged flour.

After more disappointing attempts, I started looking for recipes in cookbooks because when I did exactly what the bag or box recipe said, the biscuits were still wide, flat and underwhelming. I came across a recipe that called for buttermilk instead of regular milk. What a revelation! Something about the acid in the buttermilk caused a wonderful bubbly chemical reaction with either the baking powder or baking soda. I couldn't tell which, I just knew I'd never make biscuits without buttermilk ever again. While I resolved the fluffiness issue, I still had problems with too much spread and not enough browning.

If I haven't said so yet, I should tell you I'm a Food Network junkie. I watch virtually every show they put on if it involves ingredients, knives, blenders, ovens, cooktops, and a host. Alton Brown did an episode on biscuits in which I finally learned the purpose of baking powder and baking soda. Power is for lift - soda for spread. I also learned there are two types of baking powder - regular and double-acting baking powder. After that show, I jumped up to try my biscuit recipe again.

Another oddity I discovered is that if I measure all the ingredients, my biscuits tend to be less good than if I just go by feel, which is another problem - being able to repeat the recipe. Armed with double-acting baking powder, buttermilk, all purpose flour, a pinch of salt, and sweet butter, I began mixing. Something told me (probably Alton) to stay my hand - don't over mix, lest the biscuits be tough. So, this time I left the mix very wet. I used the flour on my counter to tighten it just enough. The feel of the dough under my hands this time was completely different from any other time I've made biscuits. It was soft and silky and light! I cut them and put them in the pre-heated 425 degree oven and tapped my fingers together like an evil scientist. If I had a pencil-thin mustache, I would have twirled it! The timer went off and again, no browning and too much spread. It was not alive.

So, here's where I start, with my 129th (or there-abouts) attempt at making a consistently good biscuit. I have now modified the recipe to using 1/2 bread flour and 1/2 unbleached all-purpose flour. I've eliminated the baking soda entirely. I also use 1/2 butter and 1/2 shortening. If I could find lard, I'd try that but my market doesn't carry lard. I also turn the oven up to 500 degrees instead of the luke warm 425 degrees the recipies on the bag call for.

Some folks say to not use more than a couple teaspoons of baking powder because of the metallic taste. My response to that is - hogwash! Just use non-aluminum baking powder!

So, this past Saturday, excited to blog about biscuits, I got up, put on my game face and pre-heated the oven to 500 degrees. I even measured the ingredients for the biscuits and made sausage gravy to put on top.
This gravy made from locally-produced Neese's sausage with extra sage. I love that stuff! I used to use Jimmy Dean's 50% less-fat sausage until I realized it was 50% less fat because there's 50% less sausage in the package! It used to take two packages of Jimmy Dean to get this volume of sausage gravy. Neese's has a bit more fat content, so I have to remember to skim some off before I start the roux. I throw in a pinch of cayenne pepper and use half and half. Might as go all the way!
Here's what the biscuits looked like out of the oven. Finally, brown biscuits without having to turn on the broiler! I also did not put any butter or milk on top. The little biscuit is for my kitty Pepper, who has "helped" me make biscuits since she was a kitten. She wasn't fooling me - I know she was really just after the milk.
And, the final result. Biscuits and sausage gravy! You might be wondering, why was I displeased with this result? Well, the biscuits were not quite high enough and the dough was a little too damp in the middle. I'll modify the recipe to cut back on the fat, use a little more baking powder and see how that goes. I'll keep you posted!

Ford Fiesta Movement

I've been following the Ford Fiesta Movement for a few months. It all started because my darling husband and I have become huge Top Gear fans. For us, it's appointment TV recorded only when we can't get out of some other commitment, like vacation. He also signed me up for a year of Top Gear magazine for our anniversary in May and I gobble the issues up as soon as they come in. I especially love the Consumer Reports-style car reviews at the back of every issue.

Top Gear has had a couple of issues where they talked about the fun, sporty, and just joyful little micro-compact from Ford - the Fiesta. *Double-Take* The FIESTA?! You all remember the Fiesta, don't you?! I sure do! In case you don't ...here's a picture. Ring a bell now? Thin alumninum shell that made a tin-can-like sound when you shut the door, skinny little tires that would allow for the slightest breeze or wind buffetting around another passing Fiesta to blow you off the road, handled like a mini-bus, and was as comfortable on a long drive as a buckboard ...remember now? It's saving grace was that it was relatively reliable transportation that was inexpensive to purchase and maintain and was great on gas. Ford produced this model from 1981-1995.

So, to see the magazine reviews and Top Gear presenters going ga-ga over the new release of the Fiesta in Great Britain just made me stop in my tracks and gawpe. And, if the pictures are anything like what they actually get to drive, I can understand the initial appeal. Frankly, the car is dead sexy. Nothing at all like anything Ford has produced in the past. See? Sporty, swoopy, sort of muscular, bit of a sneer, looks ready to chew up some highway. And then the first thought I had was...where's mine?! Why can't Ford make one of those for us in the good ol' USA? Why does Europe get all the cute, fun, mini-compacts? Why do we get stuck with the chunk-a-blunk, blocky American cars with boxey backsides and an overly-blingified grill? No wonder the Big Three have been struggling here. Not everyone wants a vehicle that looks as utilitarian as a Kremlin tour bus.

Shortly after the Top Gear episode about THEIR Fiesta aired, I jumped online and started doing research. Turns out, Ford was using the Brits as a test case to see if maybe there would be a market for a sleek, fun, economical micro-mini in the US. The plan is to release the Fiesta in the US in 2010. In fact, Ford has decided to take a whole new and fresh tack on the marketing of the Fiesta. Instead of doing the traditional ads on TV, they've started marketing very early by way of social networking sites, blogs, YouTube videos and the like. In fact, they set up a contest where over 4,000 people applied to become "Agents" for the Fiesta Movement. Only 100 people would be chosen to become Agents. For six months, Agents received the use of a new 2010 Fiesta and in return, they were asked to share their experiences online. Each Agent is to complete 60 "missions" that Ford gives them. Once I found out about this, I went digging on the Fiesta Movement web site and discovered that a team of two guys near my home town have a Fiesta. So, I joined their Facebook page. Here's a link to their Facebook page. They did a lot of posting at first, all around May and June, but not so much lately. Guess they have real lives too and don't really spend all day showing off their new car.

Fast forward to late July when the Hubs and I go to San Diego for Comic Con. We are walking back from the Con one evening and there they are! The Ford Fiestas! Whoever the Agents are in San Diego know that Comic Con is a huge opportunity to get a whole bunch of people from all over the world to look at and possibly test drive the cars. Did I say test drive?! Why, yes I did! Why is that a big deal? Because the ONLY way you can test drive a Fiesta right now is to hook up with one of these Agents! That's Right! The dealers do not have any of these cars. AND, remember there are only 100 Agents in the country! In San Diego, they set up two Fiestas on the sidewalk for folks to just walk around and touch. They had computer monitors set up outside the cars so you could look at fun videos about the cars. They also had three Fiestas parked on the side for you to test drive. Unfortunately, they would close up shop before we would get back from the Con each day and we would be out the door earlier than the guys would be there with the cars, so I didn't get to test drive one.

So far, every review I've read of the Fiesta has been positive if not absolutely glowing with praise. Even Jeremy Clarkson of Top Gear says it handles with a combination of Volkswagony solidity and Lotus-y responsiveness! How can you beat that?! (find links to some reviews below). And, based on the look I got at the cars fit and finish, basic design, interiors, and basic quality - if the drive lives up to what I've seen, the Fiesta may be changing my mind about American cars not being worthy of their Asian competition. It'll take a test drive to convince me though.

Top Gear's Fiesta Test Drive Video - May 9, 2009 - This is a perfect example of why we love Top Gear! A test drive that includes being chased through a mall by a bad guy in a Corvette and a beach assault landing with the British Marines! Delicious!

Car and Driver - November 2008

US News & World Report - Unknown date

...a little off topic

Pictures from Comic Con 2009

That’s the link to my photo album for San Diego this year. It’s on my Facebook page also, but I don’t think many people, if any, clicked the link. Hope you will, although I have to apologize up front for the quality of most of the photos.

Yeah, yeah - I know I've not posted anything in awhile. Sorry. Mother's Day brunch at Angus Barn just wasn't as compelling a reason to post as I thought it would be. However, an interesting thing happened at the San Diego Comic Con this year and I wanted to share it. Wish I could say that it was me winning the lotto for the Batmobile...but, I didn't.

First, let me say I am not a bra-burning, femi-nazi - not by any stretch of the imagination. I do, however, feel that even with all the improvements to the condition of women in this and other industrialized nations, the fact remains that we still are paid at $.76 cents for every dollar a man makes for the same work. The "glass ceiling" still exists for professional women in corporations and law firms, and women are still not taken seriously as producers or directors or writers in Hollywood. With all that said, an interesting stream of thought kept cropping up in the panels I attended this year and, without any real agenda or purpose, I just wanted to share it. I'm probably just blithering again, but I hope it's an interesting blither.

The first panel I attended was the “Wonder Women” panel where women who play strong female characters discussed their roles and how they feel women are faring in the entertainment industry as a whole. On this panel were Sigourney Weaver, Eliza Dushku (who plays Echo in Joss Wheadon's Dollhouse), Zoe Saldana (who played Uhuru in JJ Abrams Star Trek movie) and Elizabeth Mitchell (who plays Juliette in LOST).

I've posted links at the bottom where you can see some of the wonderful panel discussion, but the parts I especially want to talk about are quotes from Weaver and Saldana.

Weaver stated early on -

“In regard to the "challenge" of writing good female characters — "The challenge that some writers take on very well . . . they're not trying to write a woman action figure, they're creating a character that has a certain drive and . . . ferocity. . . . I never thought about being 'a woman,' I was just playing a person. . . . There's a hero in each of us."

I found this sentiment echoed in the panel, Spotlight on Gail Simone, who is the current writer of Wonder Woman and Secret Six and past writer of Welcome to Tranquility and Gen 13. When asked how she felt about being the most successful female writer of comic books to date, Simone replied that when DC approached her to write Wonder Woman, she was not at all thrilled. She didn’t want to be “the chick who wrote chicks”. But after digging through the archives and reading past issues of Wonder Woman, she realized that it was a challenge she’d love to take on. The historical struggle for writers of Wonder Woman has been to show her as the empathetic, compassionate person she has historically been and not just the powerful, super-woman who has man-issues. And as long as writers live up to the challenge of writing compelling people, the gender issues will work themselves out.

Before writing Wonder Woman, Simone took on the daunting task of taking a misfit group of C and D list DC villains (The Secret Six) and developed them further by adding missing layers to their personalities – Ragdoll has serious sister issues; Scandal lost her lesbian lover, Bombshell, in a horrific way; Bane, understanding Scandal’s pain, has become very protective of her – all of this adds depth and perhaps even moments of grace to an otherwise stereotypical group of previously expendable background villains. They have become, under her thoughtful pen, beautifully complex people who tend to fall on the darker side of the gray area of morality, but for them it makes sense. They all tend to struggle with a desire to do the right thing but when pressed, fall back on doing the easy thing.

An interesting aside about how Wonder Women intersected on both of these panels - Joss Wheadon has written a script for a Wonder Woman movie and was on board to direct. All the fan-bois were going nuts speculating on who would be chosen to play her. Problems occurred and Joss backed away from the project. It remains on hold. Interestingly enough, when a question was asked of the Wonder Women panel members about why there hasn't been a Wonder Woman movie made yet, Zoe Saldana had some interesting things to say about that (below is a quote I grabbed from a blog that I linked at the bottom):

When an audience member asked why they have to cast Megan Fox as Wonder Woman instead of someone older and more regal, she replied, "I happen to have a huge crush on Megan Fox, I'm not hating on that possibility" but that "60-year-old men want to see tiny 25-year-old little girls and . . . those are the ones who cut checks."

She further said -

"Everything starts with education, and instead of fighting against a room full of men and try to convince them that I should wear pants (she was talking about fighting while wearing a mini-skirt in some movie scenes) . . . you have to learn how to fight these battles and it's all through education and putting them in our shoes."

And while I’ve been writing about how women characters are written, there was a sense that the entertainment industry as a whole has a long way to go still in regard to treating women and men equally behind the camera as well. In the Bones panel, creator Hart Hanson and lead actress Emily Deschanel talked about how co-lead actor David Boreanz has directed past episodes. Deschanel said she’d like to direct an episode. Hanson replied in a way that some could interpret as condescending, “How many hours do you work as an actress on the show? And how many hours does Boreanz work when he’s directing?” Hanson seemed to indicate that he didn’t believe that she would put in the time necessary to produce a quality episode. Deschanel protested and they agreed to talk more about it later. While the handling of Deschanel's request to direct may be indicative of her personal situation with the creator of the show she's on, it does seem to support the general feeling that Hollywood still does not take women seriously, which Saldana mentions in the links below.

Based on Weaver’s statement that good writing (whether it’s in genre movies or TV or comic books) has to do with the multi-dimensionality of a character and not whether a character is male or female, one would hope that the days of pigeon-holing people and their reactions and responses to situations based on gender is over (I hope)! Although, it also seems that in the production side of Hollywood, women still struggle to be taken seriously.

And now, the links I promised you. Hope you have time to read them -there's good stuff here.

Here’s a good blog post that has 4 video clips of each of the women discussing their views:

with Video Clips of the Wonder Women panel

Here’s a fan blog for Zoe Saldana that captures pretty much everything she said on the panel. I post this because it’s the only post that actually shows the sparkling intellect that Saldana brought to the panel. All the other posts I managed to find online have pretty much cut out what she said.

Fan Blog of Zoe Saldana

And, here’s another really good write-up of the panel. Unfortunately, it’s one of the ones that left out all the wonderful things that Zoe Saldana talked about in regard to education and the struggle of women in all roles in Hollywood to educate others on how women should be treated in movies, TV, etc.

A good synopsis of the panel discussion

Green Bean Epiphany

God bless her, but my mother is a utilitarian cook. Completely uninspired by flavor or texture. Because of that, and a lot of other factors beyond my control (like the fact we were one of the first single parent households in my town and my sister and I some of the first latch-key kids of our generation) I was 21 when I had my first lightly steamed fresh green bean. Single parent households are fairly common now, but back then my sister and I were looked on by our schoolmates like we had just landed from Mars. So, it was a challenge in more ways than one for my mother to provide healthy and quick meals. After all, she was the sole bread-winner. TV dinners were just starting to come out and they were still pretty darn expensive and frankly, some of the worst tasting food ever made. We relied a lot on canned vegetables and inexpensive cuts of meat that ended up being overcooked and under seasoned.

My least favorite meal was her pot roast. Although, I must say, there's got to be some sort of scientific award of excellence for managing to make meat both stringy and rubbery at the same time. At that, she was a genius. How she managed to have the chunks of potato, carrot and celery keep their original shape but completely disintegrate at the waving of a fork over them has to be an alchemical mystery. One night, I just couldn't manage eating the pot roast at all. Had a really bad day at school and just couldn't face a bad meal to boot. So I pushed my food around, ate some bread and when I cleared the table, I hid my bowl in a cabinet so I could toss it out later and not hurt her feelings. I do love her for the effort, but by 11, I was making my own eggs and toast or instant rice with boiled vegetables or Campbell's vegetable beef soup poured over top. By 13, I had dinner on the table for us when she got home at 6:00. Fried hamburger patties, baked potatoes, iceberg lettuce salads with green goddess dressing.

So, there I was - 21 years old and living with two female roommates in Rockford, Illinois. How I got there is a story for two bottles of tequila in a smokey bar, which I don't imagine happening any time soon. One of my roommates came home from work and for dinner prepared a huge bowl of lightly steamed fresh green beans. She folded herself into her papasan chair in front of the TV and began to eat them with her fingers like popcorn. She offered me one. I bit into the slightly firm, warm green bean and it popped with it's crisp freshness. My little brain nearly exploded with wonder - a green bean that wasn't gray, over-salted mush that melted like mud on my tongue and often left sinewy strings in my teeth?! The flavor was like nothing I'd ever had before. I could taste the healthiness of it and my body sighed with joy. Food was actually good! Vegetables can haz flavor! It changed my life.

A few months later, I find my way back to my home town and began watching the cooking shows on PBS every Sunday (because this was way before cable TV and Food Network). Yan Can Cook! Julia Child. The Frugal Gourmet. Jacques Pepin. Lydia's Italy. I couldn't get enough. It was my new religion. The Goddess provides and we get to eat it! I soaked it all in and began picking up recipes and trying out new things. After many years of just playing around with food for my own enjoyment, I finally feel like I can cook something and share it with friends and family without embarrassment. Luckily, my husband thinks everything I make it awesome and I'm grateful he puts up with my experiments.

I still feel like I'm at the beginning of that journey. And, this will be my chef's log. I think it's time to revisit my Frugal Gourmet cook books!

Of Food and Ferraris

I have always had a deep appreciation for cars. I don't know where I got it. It's been said that boys sometimes get the "truck gene," meaning that when a large piece of machinery of any type - road work equipment, building cranes, anything with giant tires and loud engines comes around, the boy's eyes get as large as saucers and they dance and point at the big, dirty, noisy thing. These are the boys who love the chunky Tonka dump trucks or Hess gas station trucks as gifts. Some even graduate to Matchbox cars later on. It's unfortunate, but I believe there is a bit of reverse sexism in toys. Sure, it's been frowned on for boys to take up playing with dolls, but you also rarely see girls being encouraged to play with Hot Wheels, erector sets or for that matter, anything mechanical.

While I was not blessed with the "truck gene," I did have a trigger to my love of cars. I was a very girly girl - patent leather mary janes, pretty little dresses with crinolines and lace, but I also on occasion liked to catch frogs or make mud pies (more on that later). Being a girly girl, I was given Barbies and all the fashion accessories that went along with her with two major exceptions - the house and the car. The house I could do without as long as I had shoe boxes with which I could build my own. But the Car...the car was a Corvette! It was low and sleek and had amazing swoopy fenders and fat tires and SHE drove Ken around doing what SHE wanted. The concept was intoxicating to my wee little brain.

Barbie's Corvette allowed her freedom of a level I had not seen exhibited on TV or in my real life. As I grew to driving age, I looked around at the cars most folks drove and they did nothing for me. They were utilitarian, boring, and often more trouble and expense than helpful. Every once in awhile, I'd see something strange and beautiful with swoopy lines or low and crouchy about to pounce, or sleek and statuesque and I began looking at labels. Porsche, Ferrari, Lotus - exotic names that conjured mystic lands of curvy mountain roads dropping off to cliffs overhanging deep blue oceans. I was smitten. But, being a girl, I had no resources for tracking down these exotic beauties. And the guys in high school who were motor-heads were more inclined to the heavy, inelegant, clunky American muscle cars. Sure, I learned a lot about how an engine works from them - even getting my hands dirty from time to time handing them the torque wrench or holding the butterfly clip still while they cleaned the carburetor. I quickly learned that I'd prefer to be a patron of the fine art of exotic cars rather than a mechanic of any car.

When I turned 16, I was determined to learn how to drive a stick shift because all the exotic supercars had manual transmissions and I wanted to be ready for that rare opportunity to drive one. So, I went to my neighborhood BMW dealership and convinced the salesman to teach me - on a brand new BMW. I ended up having to go to several BMW dealerships before I got the knack of it down - besides, I just loved driving BMWs. Soon, I began visiting all the luxury car dealerships just so I could sit in one of these fine, handcrafted vehicles (well, they were back then). The smell of the leather seats, the feel of the gear shift, the way the driver's seat hugged my sides...all heaven. Then, I'd get back into my mother's Ford Granada with the vinyl seats that were cracked and splitting at the seams, the paint that was delaminating and rusting, and the cheap wheel covers and drive away wondering why American car companies can't make cars like the Europeans. This was right at the beginning of the oil crisis of the 1970's and the Japanese small tin can cars were just starting to come on the market, so Honda and Toyota had not quite yet established their ability to be solid, safe, and reliable cars yet. You either bought an American road cruiser or something from Europe at at least double the cost.

Meanwhile, I dreamed wistfully of a land where a reasonably priced car can be reliable, fun to drive, and still have panache and style - there just has to be a middle ground. My current car is a 1998 Nissan Altima with over 165,000 miles. The car is still in darn good shape. My mechanic tells me I can easily get 200,000 miles out of her. However, lately I've been putting a bit more into repairs than I've been accustomed to so it's got me thinking about what my next car should be. And it's that journey to my new car that I'd like to share.

I realize I didn't do much with food in this post, but I promise I'll get to the food part of this blog in later ones.