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Pedro’s Curry


Saudi coat of arms.

When I lived in Saudi Arabia back in the Dark Ages, Indian, Goanese, and Pakistani workers would get workers’ visas so they could come on as domestics for American and British oil company employees. Pedro was a Pakistani man who worked as a cook for our friends the Dakers. 

Pedro was a past master of concocting curry dishes for American and English tastes. It was a challenge, because many fresh products were unavailable, and so he had to make do with a lot of canned and dried goods. I’d like to share with you two dishes he used to make for his employers: Pedro’s curry and Pedro’s curry puffs.

Curry Puffs

As a little girl, no snack food thrilled me more than Pedro’s amazingly delicious and tongue-singeing curry puffs. He used to make real puff pastry, layer after layer after layer of folded-together butter and dough that took at least a full day to create. Unless you love to stand in the kitchen, substitute the sheets of puff pastry you can get in the grocery store freezer, or sheets of phyllo dough, also available in most supermarkets.

Given his choice, he likely would have used lamb. He was probably Moslem, and if so he wouldn’t have used pork, nor do I ever recall him adding it. He used ground beef. I’ve combined ground beef and lamb in this recipe, to good effect. Try to get the best quality curry powder you can find, or make your own

You need:

• puff pastry dough or phyllo dough
• hamburger, ground lamb, ground pork, or some combination thereof
• an onion, chopped
• one or two cloves of garlic, minced (Pedro used garlic powder)
• a little olive oil
 salt and pepper to taste
• a lot of curry powder 

Sauté the onion in enough olive oil to cover the bottom of a skillet. Lift the onion out of the pan and brown the ground meat in the onion-flavored oil. Add the minced garlic. If a lot of water cooks out of the meat into the pan, drain the liquid by dumping the meat into a sieve or colander and then put the meat back into the pan. Mix the onions back in to the meat. Season with salt and pepper, and then stir in enough curry powder to raise the hair on your head. Just keep adding and tasting until it’s good and zingy. When the meat is cooked through and the spice combined well, remove from the heat. 

Preheat the oven to about 375 degrees.

Roll out the pastry dough on a floured board (if using phyllo, work with a small amount at a time, keeping the remainder moist under a dampened clean kitchen towel). Cut it into pieces about 4 inches wide by about 8 inches long. Place a dollop of the curried meat in the middle of a piece of dough. Fold the short ends inward over the meat, and then fold the longwise ends over those. Pinch to seal. Place on a baking pan.

When the pan is full (leave some space between each packet), cook the curry puffs in a fast oven until nicely puffed and brown. Allow them to cool before eating—the filling can get very hot. 

Serve as an hors d’oeuvre, or to small scavenging children who hang around your kitchen.

Pedro’s Curry

This is a stew-like affair, from what I’m told unlike anything real Asians eat. Apparently it was designed for Anglo-Saxon diners.

You need:

A wide variety of condiments:

grated or flaked coconut
papadums or thin, crunchy crackers such as Wheat Thins 
chutney, preferably mango chutney 
high-quality plain yogurt (an afterthought; we didn’t have it in Arabia) 
toasted almonds or pine nuts 
rice cooked with raisins

Ingredients for the curry:

stew beef (lamb is also good) cut in two-inch chunks
1 large can of tomatoes 
plenty of curry 
1 onion, chopped 
1 or 2 cloves garlic, minced, or 1/8 to 1/4 tsp garlic powder
 a little olive or cooking oil (we had no olive oil; Pedro used Crisco)
beef or chicken stock (I have added red wine, but of course we didn’t have it out there)
various canned, frozen, or fresh vegetables: peas, carrots, corn, string beans, etc.
optional: a potato, cubed

In a stock pot or good-sized Dutch oven, brown the onions in the oil. Remove the onions and set aside. Add the meat to the hot oil, a few pieces at a time, and brown on all sides. Put the onions back into the pot. Lower the heat and add three to six tablespoons of curry powder. Stir well; then turn off the heat. Allow the meat to stand for an hour or two, soaking in the flavors of the curry. 

Return to the stove and add the can of tomatoes and about three or four cups of broth. If you wish (assuming you’re not living in the Middle East), add a dollop or two of red wine. Simmer for an hour or two to cook the meat well and blend flavors.

If you’re using fresh vegetables such as carrots or potatoes, add them far enough ahead of serving time to cook them through. Add each vegetable with serving time in mind. I like to use frozen veggies, because they’re fresher-tasting than the canned vegetables we had overseas but are parboiled and so needed simmer as long in the pot.

While the curry is simmering, cook up some rice: one cup dry rice will serve three or four diners. Bring 2 1/2 cups water to the boil for every one cup of dry rice you plan to use. When the water reaches a boil, add the rice and turn the heat to medium-low. Add a quarter cup of raisins for each cup of dry rice. Cover and simmer. Length of cooking time depends on the kind of rice you use. I prefer converted rice (sold under the Uncle Ben’s label in supermarkets); it takes about 20 to 25 minutes to cook.

While the rice is cooking, turn the oven to 400 degrees and toast some almonds or pine nuts–again, about a quarter-cup per cup of rice. Lay them flat on a cookie sheet and place in the hot oven; watch carefully, because they’ll brown quickly.

If you’re serving papadums, fry them in hot oil while the rice is cooking.

To serve, place the cooked rice and curry in separate serving dishes to take to the table. Pass the condiments in small serving bowls. 

Guests serve themselves rice, spoon the curry over it, and then top the dish with condiments. Waldorf salad makes a very good accompaniment to curry.

Mormons to the rescue!

   

Thank heavens! Just as SDXB is about to leave town, abandoning his feckless daughter (let’s call her Pauline, as in “Perils of…”) to deal alone with AHCCCS (Arizona’s ungenerous answer to Medicaid), the Department of Economic Security, the Internal Revenue Service, the Social Security Administration, another pending eviction, the usual array of angry creditors, and several flying phalanxes of lawyers, an angel has stepped in to pick up the reins while he’s gone.

Somewhere along the line, incredibly, Pauline managed to make friends with a nice Mormon girl, who has taken an interest in the current flurry of perils. She has accompanied Pauline to DES and otherwise helped out. Even more incredible: this lady has galvanized the LDS Aid Society to come to Pauline’s rescue! They are on their way to her house as we speak to pack her up and get her out of there, and not only that, they’ve found a place for her to stay! 

Do you realize what a miracle this is? Pauline has no, zero, zip credit. She has been evicted from three houses for nonpayment of rent, one of which had its garage door busted down by the Repo Man, who wished to drive her car back to its rightful owner, the lender. She can’t even get a checking account: SDXB had to get her a savings account at his credit union, and to do that he had to sign on it. Only a saint would even think of renting to this woman. 

And…well, I can tell you for sure: a nice Mormon girl is about as unlikely a friend for Pauline as you can imagine.

For SDXB, this is the best news that’s come along in weeks. Make that months. Since there seemed to be no way to get her into another house, he was about to look into trying to get her and the kids into a homeless shelter (although he expected the rabid, possibly homicidal ex-husband would use the opportunity to nail permanent custody of the brats), where she would have to camp until he could get back from Texas and waypoints.

Let’s hope these women do some serious proselytizing and maybe even convert Pauline. LDS provides exactly the kind of social network that a feckless, generally abused soul like Pauline needs. And they promulgate a highly functional way of thinking that Pauline has failed to imbibe during her forty-two years. It’s not outside the realm of possibility that the shock of her injury and total financial and social collapse has finally gotten her attention. Maybe she’ll be open to learning a new way to structure her life…something that will work for her and for her children.

Personally, LDS is not my cup of tea. But for some folks, it has a great deal to recommend it: solid values, clean living, a powerful social network, and an ethic that fosters steadiness and responsibility. IMHO, Pauline would benefit enormously from the influence of this group.

Image  by Philipp Spinnler: 
Statue of the Angel Moroni, Berne Temple, Switzerland
Wikipedia Commons 

Thermostat update

Yesterday morning Matt the Air-conditioning Tech called to discuss the thermostat issue. By then I had finally managed to figure out the trick of programming the thing, evidently quite the trick, since one of the instructions he gave me over the phone was wrong. If an expert can’t work it, I don’t feel like such a moron taking months to master its “simple” instructions.

Matt said the classic round Honeywell thermostat is no longer being made: mercury. He speculated that before replacing the programmable number with another digital thermostat, it might be worth it to experiment with jacking up the temperature further during the day or simply turning the system off until the house starts to get uncomfortable. That mimics what I used to do with the old thermostat: I would turn it off manually the first thing in the morning and leave it off till I couldn’t stand the heat any more, or, on workdays, until I got home from the office. 

Hilariously, Matt suggested one way to shut the fancy thermostat off: press the “Hold” button. He believed that would turn it off until the button was pressed again.

N-n-o. What that does is say to the system “hold the temperature at the figure that’s now showing on your display, no matter what the programming says.” So, if your system is set at 80 degrees from 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., the thermostat reads 78 (meaning it registers the temperature at 78 degrees), and you press “Hold,” the device will keep the temp at 78 degrees. Should you notice this fluke and press “Hold” again to toggle that function off, the thermostat will go back to maintaining the temp at 80.

It now looks like the issues are these:

• The thermostat Matt installed isn’t really a model designed for heat pumps, even though he insists it’s perfectly OK with my system.

• It’s apparently more sensitive than the old round Honeywell number. The formerly oven-like bedrooms have been, it must be admitted, suspiciously balmy. To get them that way, the thermostat runs the unit longer than the old one did.

• Eighty degrees is too cool. I need to set it for about 82 in the daytime and then leave the system turned off until it gets unbearable inside the house. That evidently saves more power than programmed setbacks.

Mercifully, just now we’re having a cold spell. When I got up at 5:00 this morning, it was a fantastic 70 degrees outside, after a night that allowed me to leave the AC off and the window locked in its no-burglar-can-squeeze-through open position. Today is supposed to be cool—only about 90—followed by another 70-degree night. w00t!

Figuring out what you want to be when you grow up: The Prioritizer!

Two of my favorite PF bloggers are contemplating the fine points of goal-setting. J.D. at Get Rich Slowly introduces a reader’s plea for direction in a project to overcome debt and then asks readers how they accomplish a seemingly unsurmountable task. Meanwhile, Paid Twice, whose whole blog is the story of a goal, trots out (ta DAAAH!) The Prioritizer, a self-help toy that’s been around on CNN for a while, and suggests you could use it not just to to analyze financial issues but “to understand what is deeply important to you and how to find balance.”  

Ah hah! Just recently we were talking about (ahem) one of us who can’t figure out what she wants to do with her life. This is a job for The Prioritizer!

So, it was off to CNN to find the answers to life’s persistent questions…or at least figure out which question matters the most. 

The Prioritizer works by asking you to list up to fifteen goals, then presenting them to you in pairs and asking you which member of each set is more important to you. After you’ve jumped through this hoop several times, you get a list in descending order of priority, with scores alleging to quantify each item’s relative importance.

Well, I came up with ten:

• Lose about 15 pounds
 Get more exercise
• Write a detective novel and peddle it to my current favorite publisher of pulp fiction
• Get through the coming layoff without going broke
• Retire without financial pain
• Beat stress
• Learn to draw and paint
• Develop a craft or art, such as jewelry-making, that will generate some money
• Be lots less bored than I am. 
• Quit working

 All very worthy goals (some might say), but they presented a problem for The Prioritizer: some  overlap to such an extent that to pick one or the other, I had to state a preference for one of two things that are identical or nearly identical. “Lose weight,” for example, bleeds into “get more exercise.” And getting more exercise is a key strategy in beating stress.  The result looked a little strange:

We end up with “get more exercise” and “lose 15 pounds” separated by three slots, and we conclude that losing weight is about half as important as getting more exercise. In reality, they’re about the same when it comes to maintaining and improving my health. “Develop a craft or art to make some money” is indeed different from “learn to draw and paint”: I don’t delude myself that anyone would want to buy any of my pictures, but I do think I could make jewelry or other tchochkies that would sell. “Stop working” essentially repeats “retire without financial pain,” but again we see them widely separated, and “be lots less bored” is about the same as items 3, 4, 5, 6, and 8. 

Evidently, the questions were poorly crafted. Let’s try again, with (implicit) goal number 1 being “eliminate redundancy”:

Seems we had a fair amount of redundancy: the list is now cut in half. But does it enlighten?

Well, in a way. Clearly, writing detective novels is not the pond I want to plunge into next. And it is true that the coming enforced retirement occupies my mind more than anything else just now and probably is the most important thing I need to handle, at least financially. And it’s reasonable to think that I need to get cracking on an exercise and diet program if I’m going to stay healthy in old age. It doesn’t do much to answer the question J.D.’s reader posed, which was how do you get a handle on a single important goal? But then that’s not what we asked it to do.

Oddly, it does succeed in ranging the broad things I’d like to accomplish in order from most to least important. A Ouija board might have done as well. But hey! Whatever works, works.

Apply for a job halfway across the country?

Well, there’s an opening in Atlanta, at a very fine university. They’re looking for a managing editor to run a medical research journal. My résumé and cover letter are ready to send, and now all that remains is click an e-mail button and send the stuff winging its way through the ether to the hiring committee. A statement of desired salary is required  for consideration. One of my mentors thinks I can probably ask around $90,000 and get $85,000; another is advising me to ask $90,000 to $100,000, plus relocation costs.

That’s an astonishing amount of money to me. The cost of living in Atlanta is slightly lower than it is here, and a quick perusal of the real estate listings shows some very sweet places for what I can get for my house. 

So…why haven’t I sent my stuff?

Well. The truth is, I’m not at all sure I want to work that hard. 

When I first saw the ad, I figured the journal was probably a semimonthly or, at most, a monthly. Closer study, however, reveals that the thing comes out weekly! It publishes a hundred pages a week!! The M.E. has seven staffers, more contributing editors than a person can easily count, and an editorial board of two score medical researchers. 

Mathematical Biosciences and Engineering, our busiest client journal, comes out six times a year and keeps my most ambitious editor busy most of the time. Our client editor is not very demanding and in fact discourages us from riding herd on the writers very hard.  

This thing I’m looking at is the real McCoy. It follows AMA style, and I expect it’s very well edited, indeed. The senior editor, who is in New York, can’t possibly have time to comb the worst of the nits out of several hundred manuscript pages a week, and so those seven editors (one of the seven underlings is an admin assistant, leaving six associate editors and one managing editor) are dealing with some seriously raw copy. Just because you have an M.D. doesn’t mean you can write your way out of a paper bag. 

All of which goes to say that this job could very well amount to a 90-hour-a-week gig.

I find myself wondering if I want to work 90 hours a week. Or any hours a week. Maybe I’d rather spend the rest of my life loafing, living on savings and Social Security, and teaching a few freshman comp classes.

You know, I’ve become so disaffected with my job that I feel I don’t want to work at all. Not at GDU, not anywhere. I stay away from the place as much as possible, because no one notices whether I’m there or not and because the two-hour round-trip commute feels like an utter waste of time (so does sitting around the office with little or nothing to do). My house is so much work it expands to fill all of my waking hours: I can easily keep myself busy from 5:00 in the morning to 10:00 at night with yardwork, pool work, housework, grocery shopping, the Workman Waltz, financial management, blogging, and freelancing. Who has time for a job?

Especially for a job that’s going to soak up every living, breathing minute of your conscious existence?

Plus it’s a long haul from here to Atlanta. I don’t know anyone there, and I don’t make friends easily. I’d have to sell my house, which could take several months. Where would I live until I got the cash from this place to buy a new place? I’d have to rent.

Of course, with a real, living wage I could afford to rent: the proceeds from this house could go straight into savings. Or it could be used to pay off the downtown house, freeing my son to quit his hated job and go back to school. 

And it must be said that if I could hold a job like that even for three years, I could recover handsomely from the crash of the Bush economy. Three years of frugal living on a decent salary would leave me well set for retirement; five years would guarantee security for the rest of my life. By then the recession will have passed (we hope) and my savings would allow me to buy a nice place in New Mexico and live happily ever after.

If I lived to see an ever after…

Image:
Midtown Atlanta by 
Evilarry at Wikipedia Commons

Programmable Thermostats: Aren’t they supposed to save on power?

So the electric bill arrived in the mail, bearing news of a stiff gouge out of my checking account. Comparing this month’s bill, the first of the air-conditioning season, with what I paid for the same period last month, what should I find but that this year’s bill is $50 more than last year’s! And this year we had a fairly cool spring. Andddd….this month was the first time I used the new programmable thermostat.

The power company, Salt River Project, raised its rates 3.9 percent in January. That should have increased my bill by about $13, not by fifty bucks. And the newsletter SRP stuffs into its billing envelopes announced that SRP plans to raise rates again!

Well, the only thing that’s changed has been the advent of the programmable thermostat. During the winter, I didn’t use it at all—the experiment to rely on space heaters to keep warm worked, and I didn’t turn the central heat on more than two or three times, for an hour or two at a time. A couple of months ago, M’hijito came over and figured out how to set the thing so it would run at 79 degrees during the day (I wanted 80 degrees, but he thought that would be too hot) and then drop to 76 degrees between 10:00 p.m. and 5:00 a.m., so I would at least have a shot at sleeping all night.

About 76 degrees is where I used to set it at night when I had the old-fashioned round analog thermostat. I did keep it at 80 during the day, but it doesn’t seem like one degree should account for a $37 spike.

There could be some user error here: the instructions are so cryptic, I can’t understand them at all. When I try to figure out how to set it, it’s just like reading Chinese—utterly incomprehensible. My son, who uses his own programmable thermostat with ease and success, took quite some time to parse out the way to work mine. And he’s pretty clever with electronic gadgetry. Entertainingly, the AC people said this is their easiest-to-use model. 

The only thing I can figure is that programmable thermostats are not what they’re cracked up to be. Either the old analog model was inaccurate and the temperature in my house was higher than 80 degrees, orrrrrr….. oh yes: the story that leaving the AC off until you can’t stand it overworks your system and jacks up your bill JUST…AIN’T…SO.

Afraid so: that’s actually what I used to do. Because in my dotage I no longer can sleep in a warm room, I would ratchet the thermostat down to 76 (or even…hang onto your hat: 72!) at night. Then I would turn it off when I got up, around 5:00 or 6:00 a.m. I would leave it off until I couldn’t breathe any more, which on a normal 105- to 110-degree day occurs around noon. By then it would be bloody hot indoors. At that point, I’d turn on the unit and set the thermostat to 80 degrees. 

Air-conditioning techs will tell you no, no, no, no: you must keep the house at an even temperature at all times. If you don’t, we’re told, the structure will become “heat-saturated” and instead of cycling on and off, the unit will run nonstop. This, they say, will result in higher, not lower, air-conditioning bills. 

Huh. That appears to be the exact opposite of empirical experience. Another emperor has no clothes, eh? 

Images from Wikipedia Commons:
Analogue thermostat by Flicker user
midnightcomm 
Programmable thermostat by
Stuuf