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Jack, I Miss You


One year ago tomorrow.

December 23, 2011.

Old man Jack left us.

To be with his beloved wife Carol…and his comrades who were left behind “on those stinkin’ islands”.

Came by to say hi...and Merry Christmas, Jack
Came with two of my kids to say hi…and Merry Christmas, Jack

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Life is so fleeting.  Some people go through a whole lot.  Some of us don’t.

Old man Jack was one of the former.  I need to find the time to write more of what he experienced as a young man.

So that at least those that read this blog will know…and appreciate.

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Old man Jack had his health problems in his last years.

But when he was a young sailor, he had malaria, dysentery…leeches between his toes, all from fighting on those damn islands in the Southwest Pacific during WWII.

And in 2009, he nearly died from a horrid intestinal infection.  His abdomen had swollen.  Fat Albert would have been jealous.

He was in ICU for a couple of weeks.  After they transferred him to an extended care facility, I made it a point to see him every day…even if it was for brief time.

He looked forward to it as did I.

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But soon after being transferred, he went into a depression.  He wouldn’t eat – especially what he called the “Army slop” they had at his hospice.

Man, he complained about the chow – but his eyes lit up when I (secretly) took him a Mickey D’s burger and fries once in awhile.  He’d smack his lips.  But I’d make him eat the chow when I didn’t bring him his hamburger and as usual, he’d get pissed.  But not really.

One evening, he was really weak.  He wouldn’t raise his head off his pillow.

I told him, “Jack…  What’s the matter?  Haven’t you been eating?”

He never answered the question but he was off in a different world.  While he realized I was there, he said to me softly, “Carol came down to see me last night.  She sat right here,” gently patting the mattress on his gurney.  “She said, ‘Honey, its about time now.  I’m waiting for you.'”

Carol was his wife.  He loved her greatly.  She had passed away eight years before.  I think he wanted to be with her.

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Well, I pushed him to get better.  And he did.

He finally consented to get into a wheel chair a couple of weeks or so later.  I can’t exactly remember but it was June of 2009.

Perhaps you can get a flavor of Old Man Jack’s true character although my Blackberry did a lousy job of recording:

Soon after that, in spite of his pissing and moaning (which I loved as it meant he was getting better), I forced him to use his walker:

It was his way of saying, “Get lost,” by the way…but didn’t mean it as usual.  He loved the attention.

Hilarious.

Old Man Jack was on the road to recovery.

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Well, the recovery was short-lived.

He is now with his beloved Carol and eating her wonderful cooking.  She cooked things exactly as he wanted.

Hamburger patties burned to a crisp.  Scrambled eggs WELL done.

He never complained – as he knew he wouldn’t eat if he did.

Deep down, he knew who was the boss.

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I miss you and your hollerin’ and moanin’, Jack.

And I knew you never meant it.

And as sad as I am, I also know you are now free of those horrible nightmares from combat that you endured for 70 years…and that you and Carol are on your second honeymoon.

You deserve no less.

You were a helluva representative of the Greatest Generation.

Merry Christmas, Jack.

Love,

Koji, Little Jack and Brooke

Crushed Raspberry and Mascarpone Dessert


 

The recipe is from my chef e-friend and former Food Editor of the Orange County Register, Cathy Thomas.

Since I’m a mechanic at heart, this should prove that anybody can “cuisin-ate” her easy-to-follow recipes.

I’m sure some of you pros out there can put the dessert together in a much more appealing presentation.

Union Strike Averted


If you recall, I had hired the unemployed.  She was given the position of dishwasher.

The work she was to do was in complete accordance with the job description.  She was content.  She didn’t even want to clock out.

She was happy to be contributing to society once again.

Then the unthinkable happened.  She complained that no dry dog food be served on the dish to be washed.  She even complained on video.  It went viral.

She complained that the dry dog food disagreed with her schloppy tongue.

This ungrateful employee who was unemployed until she was hired filed a grievance.  A grievance with the Union.

It got ugly.  She made protest signs.

She made a bazillion protest signs and planted them surrounding the house.

She even staged work slow-downs.  Played on the job.  Dastardly.

She got into my face.  Up close and personal.  Pee-eww.  I almost gave in.

She got into my face.

I fought back.  Nothing but dry dog food was served.

After a few days, the strike was averted.  She eventually realized the wrong of her ways.  She no longer whimpers or makes videos of her grievances.

Success.  No harm.  More money in my pocket that has had a big hole.

At least she works in exchange for receiving something.

Bleu Cheese is Great in Its Own Whey


I know.

The title.  Lame.  I try.

But my Maytag bleu cheese salad is flavorful, colorful and with nice contrasting textures.  To die for if I have to say so myself.  Call me James Bond.

My Maytag bleu cheese salad. Notice the color provided by the PERFECTLY hard-boiled eggs. 🙂

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In the early 1990’s, there was a fabulous restaurant called “Stepps” in Downtown LA.  It was a great stop for business meals.

One of the most stellar dishes they had was their “Maytag bleu cheese salad”.  The bleu cheese exploded with its distinct flavor and the crunch from the toasted almond slivers was an excellent contrast.  Indeed, the presentation was like Disney’s “Wonderful World of Color”.

I had to figure out how to make it…even back then.  Not being educated in the culinary arts (OK…cooking – I just wanted to be fancy), it was one failure after another.

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But in the years leading up to today, it is perfected.  At least I think so.  Nobody complains except for my oldest daughter who doesn’t like bleu cheese…or mushrooms.

The key, I feel, is the bleu cheese.  There is a specific variety called “Maytag” bleu cheese.  You will be rewarded.  It is worth the trouble.

The ingredients are simple; no quantities are shown as you pros can figure it out.  Besides, everyone’s palates differ:

For the dressing:

  • Heavy cream
  • Crushed garlic
  • Vinegar (or lemon juice) to thicken
  • Mayo
  • Salt and black pepper (I use the Japanese version as it is such a fine powder and has a slight citrus-y taste to it)
  • Dash of Worcheshire (Is that spelled right?)
  • A dribble of olive oil

After whisking the above, toss romaine lettuce with the dressing and plate.

Throw on:

  • Toasted almond slivers
  • Chopped (perfectly) hard-boiled eggs
  • Maytag bleu cheese

Enjoy

The bright yellow from the eggs add great color to the salad. Be careful to not overboil the eggs. Nothing more unappealing than looking at the dark green stuff around the yolk on your beautiful salad – which I feel would add a touch of a sulphur taste or smell.

A Former Mechanic’s Almond Frangipane Tart


Well, this former mechanic got his greasy hands back into the kitchen.  No explosion, either.

Strawberry and Almond Frangipane Tart

Another Cathy Thomas Cooks recipe, it was relatively straight forward.  Didn’t need a wrench.  Please click on the link for the recipe (since people seem to be asking).

Small kitchen appliances are rather skimpy in my kitchen so I had to improvise – my coffee grinder in place of a food processor.

Didn’t have a food processor so I improvised… A guy’s perogative.

I did find the pie weights to be a great tool.  Lucky I had some in my toolbox…not.  Went out and bought a bag.  You know – a guy thing.  A tool for every job.

A close up… Sorry about the tin foil but I only had one plate.

One of my best pals passed away so I made his widow a tart for Mother’s Day.

For the single guys out there…  The gals at the office love it.

(Cathy Thomas has some neat recipes on her website, too!)

A Blue Dress, Food and Post-war Japan


Cover Shot – Aunt Eiko

After a war’s end, the war for food continues for a losing country.  Japan was no exception.

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In “There Be Gold in My Family,” Taro was mentioned.  He was miraculously able to track down my mother and Aunt Eiko in what remained of Tokyo after Japan’s surrender in WWII.  He was part of the US 8th Army’s Military Intelligence Service and had brought them much needed food, clothing and cigarettes.

L to R: Aunt Eiko, mom, Grandfather, Grandmother and Uncle Shibayama. Aunt Eiko, mom and uncle are wearing clothing given to them by Taro who took the picture. It is dated January 2, 1947 on the back.

After being discharged from the Army in early 1947, he returned to his family’s farming roots in Livingston, CA.  With his meager income, he still managed to buy clothing and shipped them to my mother and Aunt Eiko.  He was a kind and generous man.  To this day, they are indebted to Taro.

One ensemble Aunt Eiko received was a blue dress, shoes, and handbag.  More later.

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When war ended and the Allies began their Occupation of Japan, the population was in rags.  Many had no homes.

Civiians with ration books waiting in line for beans. Note the containers for carrying clean water. Japanese signage discloses this line was in Shinagawa, Tokyo.  Note the orderliness of the civilians.

Everyday people suffered from poverty, filthy conditions, hunger, and food shortages.  In order to help distribute food, Japanese people were given assigned rations by the Allies.  This was put into motion quickly thanks to the Supreme Commander, Gen. MacArthur.  He ensured the most humane treatment possible under those wretched conditions.

In reality, living just on the rationed food often did not provide adequate nourishment, and a thriving black market developed amidst the constant food shortages.  Civilians lined up, waiting for their rations of beans as even rice was not available to them at that time.  (The last point is critical to this story.)  They also carried receptacles to carry clean water which was also rationed.  As many young Japanese men were killed, a majority of those lining up were the elderly, women and children.

Of course, Americans were issued food ration stamps as part of our war effort back home and textbooks show many photos of starving and tortured American prisoners.

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Back to Aunt Eiko’s blue dress ensemble.

She recalls how “Western” they looked.  Especially since the outfit was a BRIGHT blue.  Very American.  Very NOT Japanese.  Madonna-esque.  You can tell by looking at the clothing the women were wearing in the food line picture.

Aunt Eiko was so happy though.  She wanted to show off her dress but was fearful of the ridicule or demeaning comments she may receive from passerbys.  You see, even in 1947, only a small minority “had”…  The vast majority were “have nots”.  Neighbors would turn their backs on those that appeared to have received favors from the conquering Americans.

Nevertheless, she was too happy and wore the ensemble through the still decimated Ginza.  She caught a photographer’s eye.  She was asked to model.  So she did.

The photo series ended up in a magazine, a rarity as paper was still in short supply and very expensive.  Another case of have versus have nots.

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Although the magazine now is extremely fragile (the paper quality was very poor), it is one of Aunt Eiko’s prized possessions.  I was so worried the pages would fall apart if I opened up the magazine to scan the pages.  Its odor was typical of old newsprint.  But somehow, the pages stayed together.

This is the original B&W of the cover shot:

B&W original print. Aunt Eiko does not recall why the bottom left corner is cut off. Taken in 1947.

Inside the cover:

Orginal B&Ws of this page:

Original B&W. Note the handbag and shoes sent to her by Taro from Livingston, CA.
On a sofa.

Aunt Eiko cannot recall why the actual magazine took about a year to be issued.

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But what is the connection between a blue dress, food and post-war Japan?

The photographer paid her with “ohagi”.  Out of his food ration. Made out of precious rice and beans.

Ohagi. Rice covered with a sweetened bean paste.

Threatened With a Strike


I have been threatened with a strike…by the unemployed individual I hired a few weeks back.  Dastardly.

She called a press conference and made sure the media was there to video it (above)…  She demanded BETTER pay – like no more dirty dishes with dry dog food.  She complained dry dog food unnecessarily dried out her schloppy tongue, her best feature.  And that digesting dry dog food attracts those tiny little buggers that make her itch.

I said, “Tough.  Be glad you have a job.”

Small time gaffe – until the media caught it.  Holy Blown Out of Proportion, Batman.

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She filed a complaint with her union rep.

Her union rep then emailed me.  The rep showed me images of what would happen first before they would call for a full-fledged strike.  She would ensure her dish washing work would be only partially completed thereby negatively affecting quality.  Customers will complain.

Work slow down threat – Image A
Work Slow Down Threat – Image B
Work Slow Down Threat – Image C

Ungrateful.  Dastardly.

Gone in 20 Minutes


All gone!

Made Upside Down Apple Pie for office potluck today… Anyone want leftovers?

Hire the Unemployed


We should hire the unemployed; they are eager to work.

Here’s one that I recently hired to wash my dishes.  No tipping was necessary, either.  Win/win situation.

Hard at work.

Trouble is, she won’t leave after finishing and asks for even more work.

Looking for more work.