A NEW YEAR’S STORY – PART 3

If you haven’t read chapters 1 and/or 2, here are the links:

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

 

A NEW YEAR’S STORY – Chapter 3

 

New Years Eve Noise Maker

 

“I am sorry, Honey. I shoudn’t have done that.” “I’m sorry that the photographers caught us, Jake.” “Not a problem, Honey. I can handle it. Kissing one of America’s most beautiful women will only help my reputation,” Jake laughed. “I hope it does, for your sake, Jake.” “Want to dance, Honey?” “Of course, I do. I love to dance.” “What woman doesn’t?” Jake joked.  They danced the next three numbers and then rejoined their tablemates. Joe asked Honey for a dance, Jake asked Marilyn. Honey watched them dance as she and Joe whirled by. “He’s holding her too close,” she thought. “Wait, am I jealous? What’s going on here?” she wondered. She smiled at Joe, aware that he had said something to her, but she hadn’t heard.

As the night wore on, partners were exchanged and everyone was enjoying themselves.

11:45 p.m. Waiters appeared with hats and noise makers. They gave them out to everyone in the room in anticipation of midnight. Then they placed bottles of champagne on each table along with champagne flutes. The excitement of being alive for another year was growing. Another year and the wonder of the unknown. Honey wondered what roles she would play and hoped she would win an Academy Award for something. She wondered what travels she would take. She wondered if she would find love. She was lonely. Jake wondered what time it was. He looked at his watch. He asked Honey for another dance. She gladly accepted.

11:50 pm The dance ended and Jake escorted Honey back to the table. The tension in the room mounted. People were wondering about the midnight kiss. Will he or won’t he? Will she or won’t she? Should I? “Married people have it so easy,” Jake thought. “They will automatically kiss.” Now, where the hell did that thought come from? Jake was a confirmed bachelor. He had steady relationships but when they got too serious, he bolted. He didn’t feel firefighters should get married.

11:55 pm “Hello again,” Guy Lombardo spoke from the microphone. “The band and I hope that you are all having a good evening and are enjoying our music. It is five minutes away from midnight and a New Year. We hope that it is a very good one for everyone here. Thank you for being with us to usher in 1950.” Guy walked back to take his place and spoke to the band to set up the last number for the year 1949. He decided that they would play “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” The dance floor filled up with couples who wanted to dance out the old year. The dance ended. People were asked to take their seats.

Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians at the Roosevelt Hotel

Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians at the Roosevelt Hotel

MIDNIGHT Guy and his band began playing their traditional “Auld Lang Syne.” Jake kissed Honey. This time there were no photographs, luckily. Champagne bottles popped open and everyone was wishing everyone else a Happy New Year. People were laughing and noise makers were doing their jobs properly. The noise was almost deafening. Then it quieted down as the music began to play once more.

12:05 “Oh no!  Sorry everyone, but please excuse me, I have a phone call to make.” Honey looked at Jake wondering who he had to call. He left to look for a pay phone.  He was late calling Kathy.

“Hello, Kathy! Happy New Year!” Jake said to the woman at the other end. “Sorry I’m late, Sweetheart.” “Oh, Jake. I miss you. I hate that you’re not here.” replied Kathy. “I will see you tomorrow, Baby. I miss you too. I love you.” “I love you too, Jake.” Kathy was Jake’s steady girlfriend. They had been together for over a year now. She was a sweetheart. She would make someone a very good wife and would be a great mother. But, Jake knew that her husband the the father of her children would not be him. He wasn’t the marrying kind.” “Kathy, I am staying in the City tonight and possibly the next night. Want to meet me and we’ll go out on the town?” “That would be great, Jake. Call me when you get up and we’ll make plans, ok?” “That’s fine, Babe. Sweet dreams. Good Night.” All of a sudden Jake, heard sirens. He ran outside to see what was going on. A car fire was blazing right in front of the hotel. It looked like a black limo, like the one he came in with Honey.  Like most other limos.  When the fire engines arrived, Jake ran over to offer assistance, informing the chief that he was a firefighter from Brooklyn. His assistance was gladly accepted as a second car caught on fire. Everyone scrambled to get the fire contained and out. Word started spreading and people were crowding the scene. The chief went inside the hotel to speak with the manager and requested that they let no one out of the hotel until further notice. The police and ambulence showed up. Everyone was doing their job. “What a way to begin the New Year,” Jake thought.

The police entered the hotel and they made an announcement in the grill. “There has been a terrible fire outside the hotel. The firefighters are working to contain it and ask that everyone stay put until the fire is completely out and the sidewalk and street are safe. We ask that everyone stay put as we need to question you all. Please know we will try to get everything done as quickly as possible. We are sorry for this inconvenience. We will let your waiter know when we wish to speak to you and they will inform you where to go. Thank you for your cooperation.” The chief left to get his people in place and everything set up for questioning. It was going to be a long night. He then asked the manager to inform all hotel guests that they would be questioned and that no one was to leave the hotel. The manager nodded and got busy coordinating his staff.

“It’s been 20 minutes. I wonder where Jake is,” Honey said to the others. “I’m beginning to worry.” “Maybe he’s helping fight the fire,” Henry said. “I hope he’s ok. I’m going out to the lobby to see if anyone has seen him.” “Honey, I think you had better stay in this room. I doubt if the police will even let you go outside of this room.” “I need to try, Henry. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Honey rose from her seat and excused herself. She walked quickly to the room’s exit. She was stopped. “Ma’am, no one can leave this room. I’m sorry. But you have to stay here until you are questioned and if you have an escort, until they are questioned.” “But, officer, my escort is missing at the moment. I need to find out where he is. Please, officer. I’m worried.” “What’s his name, Ma’am?” “Jake Mackenzie.” “I will speak with the chief and see what we can do. Meanwhile, please go back to your table and as soon as I have word, I will come to you.” “Oh, thank you, officer!” Honey returned to the table.

It’s your turn to write the next chapter!  Here’s some flaming recipes for you to try your hand at.  Be careful!!!

Home Cookin Chapter: LAMB, VEAL AND PORK RECIPES

 

Shish Kabob Flambe
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Ready in 1 hour
Ingredients
1/2 ts Coriander
1 tb Lemon juice
1/2 ts Oregano
2 ts Salt
2 1/4 lb Lamb; (cut in 1 1/2″ cubes)
1/2 ts Basil
1/3 c Brandy
1/4 ts Turmeric
1/3 c olive oil
1/2 ts Cumin
2 ts Garlic powder
1 pn Ginger
1 c Sherry

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Preparation

Blend all seasonings with sherry, oil & juice in mixing bowl. Add
meat cubes. Marinate overnight or at least 8 hours. Place meat on
skewers. Leave small gaps between each piece. Broil 3 minutes on
each side. Place skewers on platter when cooked. Pour brandy over.
Ignite carefully. Serve while flaming.

SOURCE: http://www.bigoven.com/recipe/shish-kabob-flambe/53766
Servings: 0

Exported from Home Cookin 8.59 (www.mountainsoftware.com)

 

saganaki flaming cheese

 

Home Cookin Chapter: * GREEK 2014

Saganaki: Flaming Cheese
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By rosie316
Added July 12, 2013 | Recipe #503921
Saganaki: Flaming Cheese
Photo by Tisme

Categories: Spreads Cheese Eggs/dairy

Saganaki: Flaming Cheese

Total Time: 2 hrs. 5 mins.
Prep Time: 2 hrs.
Cook Time: 5 mins.

Rosie316’s Note: This is so very simple, very impressive and fun
to make! “Opa”… (Prep time includes marinade time) …

Servings:
6-8
Ingredients:
1 lb kasseri cheese (sliced 1/2-inch thick, brick or wheel)
2 tablespoons olive oil (more if needed)
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup ouzo or 1/2 cup brandy
2 fresh lemons, cut into wedges
4 pita bread, warmed and cut into triangles for serving

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Directions:

1 Slice the cheese into 1/2″ thick triangles or 3-4” squares
(depending on the style you buy).

2 Place brandy into a zip-lock baggie and add cheese portions,
seal and let marinate for 2 hours).

3 Heat oil in a cast iron skillet over a med/high heat. Remove
cheese portions from marinade, reserving marinade for later use.

4 Dredge cheese thru the flour, shaking off excess.

5 Fry the cheese slices approx 2 minutes, flip with spatula and
fry an additional 1-2 minutes. Remove from heat when nicely seared
on each side and gooey.

6 Now here is where you need to heed a caution — Carefully carry
the cast iron skillet to the dinner table. Pour 1 ounce of the
ouzo marinade over the top of the fried cheese, and immediately
set ablaze with a lighter. (Be sure to yell “Opa”.)

Immediately squeeze a lemon slice over the top to dowse the
flames.

7 Serve with warmed pita slices and additional lemon wedges.
Enjoy!

source:  http://www.food.com/recipe/saganaki-flaming-cheese-503921
Servings: 0

Exported from Home Cookin 8.59 (www.mountainsoftware.com)

MSS NOTE:  I have had this appetizer at Greek Restaurants in the past.  Paul and I love it!  I can’t wait to try this recipe out!!!

 

Don’t forget about the Baked Alaska recipe that I posted previously.  You can find it in the Archives.  Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE:

Noise Maker photo – http://www.ebay.com/itm/Old-Clowns-All-Around-Tin-Lithograph-Holiday-Bell-w-Clapper-NOISE-MAKER-/390642984038?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item5af422e466

Photo of Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians – http://blog.silive.com/memories_column/2014/12/new_years_eve_brings_back_memories_of_the_big_band_era.html

Idea for the fire scene in today’s storyline – Fabio DeLima

 

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A NEW YEAR’S STORY – PART 2

To read Part 1 please go to’https://atzimmesrevived.wordpress.com/2015/01/01/a-new-years-story/

 

 

Elsa Sciaparelli evening silk gown.  Gorgeous for any year, but this one was designed in 1949.

Elsa Sciaparelli evening silk gown. Gorgeous for any year, but this one was designed in 1949.

 

“Hello, Jake, “she greeted him with her sultry, soft voice. “Happy New Year.” “Happy New Year to you too, Honey. So what is the game plan for tonight?” “We’re going to the Roosevelt Grill and meeting some of my friends and from there we’re going to a private party at my place.” “Sounds like a plan, but if you’re havin’ a party, don’t you have to be home getting ready? Everything is already done, you’ll see. But my chauffeur is probably outside waiting for us. We’d better go.” Honey handed Jake her ermine jacket to help her put on. He obliged her while taking her in gorgeous ruby red strapless slik gown. Her sounders were so smooth and seductive, as was the rest of her. The gown hugged her narrow waist and fell seductively over her curvaceous hips. She was breathtaking. They walked out the front door and out into the cold night. At least it was clear and the stars were almost visible. The chauffeur opened the door of the limousine and Honey slid gracefully in. Jake followed her. “This is some car you have, Honey.” “Thank you. I hardly notice it anymore. It’s really a shame.” It certainly is! Especially since many of us New Yorkers don’t have cars. We can’t afford them.” “Why do I always feel so put down and rude by this man?” Honey wondered. Ï was only giving him an honest answer. Why does he hate me? What have I done to him?” Honey pouted silently the rest of the drive to the “21.” Jake was also silent, feeling put down.

They finally arrived at the “Roosevelt Grill ” and the chauffeur opened the door for them. Jake exited the limo and waited for Honey to climb out. As she did, people on the sidewalk recognized her and began coming their way. The chauffeur and the door man for the “Roosevelt Grill ” tried to protect Honey and Jake as they made their way under the canopy and into the Club.

“Hello, Miss LaRue. Happy New Year,” the maitre d ‘ greeted them. “Hello, Richard. Happy New Year to you also. How is your family? Did you and your family have a Merry Christmas?” “We had a very nice Christmas indeed, Miss LaRue. Thank you for asking. Your table is ready. The Brooks and Millers are already here. Please follow me.” “Thank you, Richard.” Evidently, I don’t exist,”thought Jake as he followed them. The maitre d’ lead them to a front table for ten people laid with white linen tablecloths and napkins, and beautiful china and silverware. Tall silver vases filled with exquisite white roses and pink orchids were centered on each table. The bandstand was ready although the band was not in attendance yet. Jake mechanically said, “Hello, Happy New Year,”to the table, not really noticing who was there. He waited until Honey was seated and then he seated. He focused on the people and gulped when he recognized Jeanne Crain. He has seen her in the movie, “Pinky”not long ago. He didn’t recognize anyone else. “Jake, may I present my friends, Jeanne and Paul Brinkman. You may know her better as Jeanne Crain. And my friends Arthur Miller and his wife Mary.” “Hello, Jake. Happy New Year,”everyone greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you all. Miss Crain, I loved you in ‘Pinky.” I really thought you deserved the Academy Award,”Jake managed to gush out. “Thank you, Jake. That is so kind of you.” “Jake is a firefighter. One of New York’s best. His full name is Jake Mackenzie,”Honey informed everyone. “What do you do Mr. Brinkman?” “Please, Jake, just call us Jeanne and Paul. I’m an actor and business man. It’s nice to meet you, Jake.” It’s my pleasure to meet you, Paul. Thanks.” “Jake, I’m Arthur Miller and this is my wife, Mary. I’m a playwright and Mary is an actress.” “Very nice to meet you both.”

“So you are a firefighter, Jake. That is a very honorable profession. Honey would do well to hang on to a man like you,” Arthur Miller said. “Thank you, Mr. Miller.” Arthur,” Arthur corrected Jake. “We’re an informal bunch of people, Jake.” “Thank you, Arthur.” A waiter arrived to take their drink orders. “We’re expected some more people momentarily.” Arthur informed him. “We will bring them right to your table when they arrive, Mr. Miller.” “Do all of you eat here often? Everyone seems to know you.” “We eat here often enough,”Honey said. It goes along with the job.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “You have to be seen and you have to be seen at the right places. This is the right place to be on New Years Eve, otherwise most of us, I’d wager, would rather be home in our bathrobes, isn’t that right, Mary? Jeanne?” I agree with that, Honey. Especially when we’re in New York. It’s so cold here.” “Not me,” Jeanne laughed. I like to be out and enjoy a drink or two with the hustle and bustle of the New York crowd.” I’d rather be home.” Jake claimed, although he was beginning to relax with these people. They didn’t seem fake to him, they seemed real and honest. He liked that. The maitre d’ escorted another couple to their table. Jake’s jaw dropped when he recognized Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe. He couldn’t believe that he was hob-nobbing it with “Joltin Joe” and his secret crush, Marilyn Monroe. He became tongue-tied when Marilyn sat next to him. Honey introduced everyone to the newcomers, not being sure that they all knew one another. “Boy, you must rate, Jake, seated between two gorgeous blonds!”Joe teased. Jake turned beat red. He didn’t know how to reply, so he just nodded his head. The others laughed at his discomfort. It almost felt like he was back at the firehouse being joshed by his friends. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all. The company was certainly interesting and the conversation wasn’t focused on themselves. Soon, the last couple arrived. “Hello, everyone!” greeted none other than Rosalind Russell. “Happy New Year.” “Happy New Year, Ros. Please meet Jake Mackenzie, my date for the evening. Jake, please meet Rosalind and her husband, Frederick Brisson.” “Nice to meet you both, Happy New Year,”Jake said. The waiter was back to take the newcomers ‘drink order. I don’t know about any of you, but I’m starved!”said Honey. As if on cue, a waiter appeared to take their dinner orders. Jake hadn’t even glanced at his menu, but decided to see what was on it now. Honey ordered shrimp cocktail, a Waldorf salad, surf and turf that came with peas and a baked potato. Jake thought that sounded pretty good, but he opted for a shrimp cocktail, a house salad and the largest slab of prime rib on the menu. He was starving. They ordered another round of drinks. The talk turned to politics. Studio politics. Jake knew nothing about that subject, so he just listened and learned. It seemed to him that show business was no more fun than any other profession or job. It all boiled down to how you played the game. From there conversation turned to world politics. These people were far more educated than Jake was, although he had been in the Army during the war. He was one of those fortunate soldiers to be given the honor of liberating the prisoners from the camps. When he first saw the poor victims, he wanted to vomit. They looked so ghastly, inhuman almost. Instead he cried. But he didn’t talk about his service career much and he didn’t let on about it now. It seemed to Jake that this crowd was mostly conservative Republicans. He was a liberal Democrat. As he listened to Honey, he figured she was a liberal Democrat too. Chalk one up for her, he thought. Maybe he was selling her short. Maybe he needed an attitude adjustment. Jake decided to turn on the charm.

Dinner was served. He tasted his shrimp cocktail and it tasted fresh and sweet and juicy, just like it was supposed to taste. He’d never tasted a better one and the cocktail sauce was perfection. Just the right amount of bite for him. “How is you shrimp, Honey? Mine is wonderful.” “Mine is great, Jake. I’ve never had a bad meal here.” she replied. He rewarded her with a huge smile. It was the first time she had seen a real smile on the man. She liked what she now saw. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad night after all. At least she was here with people she really liked. She had worked with everyone except for Marilyn. She didn’t know her well at all. Two sexy blonds in one movie isn’t a good idea. But she had met her a couple of times and thought she was very nice. Joe was her friend. She was a huge Yankees fan from way back and had once shyly asked Joe for his autograph. He looked up at her and said, “Sure, Honey! Anything for you.” She thought he had recognized her although she had only been in one movie at that point. But then he shot her down, “Who should I make this autograph out to?” “My name is Honey LaRue, Mr. DiMaggio.” “No, really, what’s your name?” “My name is Honey LaRue and I’m an actress with MGM.” “Sorry that I don’t recognize you, Honey. Maybe that will change one day, eh?” I certainly hope that it does,”Honey retorted. Joe then asked her out and she accepted. After three dates they decided there was no chemistry so they parted as friends and became good friends thoughout the years. Honey hoped that Joe would find the right woman soon. She wasn’t convinced that Marilyn was that woman, but one never knows when it comes to love. Arthur was her favorite playwright and in many ways her mentor. He was brilliant and he was a man of conviction. She loved their marathon philosophical discussions. Miller was definitely a left-learning liberal, as was Honey.  Rosalind and Jeanne were consummate actresses who befriended her and she treasured their friendships. She respected their talent, their opinions and enjoyed their company. She was glad to finally bring these two women together to meet.

Tonight’s discussions centered on the on-going problems of the foundling State of Israel with whom they were all in sympathy with, the Smith Act Trials which had just begun* , the studio system and just plain ordinary gossip. They only difference here was that these people didn’t just read about these things, they lived it. They knew more about the real story than most people did. Jake was fascinated. He was surprised that these people agreed with his own views, for the most part. Jake was also a liberal Democrat. When the discussion turned to the topic of the Cold War and the Russian testing of the nuclear bomb, a chill went through both Honey and Jake and the group grew quiet. The fear was palatable and real. Everyone saw the pictures of Hiroshema. They knew weapons would only get worse as time went by. Enough depression for tonight!” Honey demanded. “This is New Years Eve. Let’s celebrate it like there is nothing but fun in the air!” All agreed and from that moment on they partied.

 

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers 1940s

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers 1940s

At 10:00 p.m. Guy Lombardo and his band began playing. They began the first set with “Some Enchanted Evening”from the play that was appearing on Broadway, “South Pacific.” It was starring Enzio Pinza and Mary Martin. Jake loved the play and politely asked Honey if she would care to dance. She accepted his invitation and he lead her onto the dance floor. Jake held Honey tightly as they gracefully floated to the music. It was as if they had danced together all of their lives. As the number was ending, Jake, caught up in the moment, leaned down and kissed Honey. Flashbulbs burst into a wave of fireworks. Now what had he done! He knew that meant the newspapers would blow things all out of proportion and that spelled trouble for him. Honey weakly smiled at him in sympathy, knowing that most men in his position would not be too keen about the publicity.

Your turn! Please write the next section of this story and send it to me! The best entry will get published in the continuing post, which will probably be on Sunday. Please note that there will be no post on Monday due to aDr.’s appointment and some other errands that will keep me away from my computer.

FOOTNOTE: In 1940 the Congress passed the Alien Registration Act of 1940 (known as the Smith Act) which required all non-citizen adult residents to register with the government, and made it a crime “to knowingly or willfully advocate … the duty, necessity, desirability, … of overthrowing or destroying any government in the United States by force or violence … with the intent to cause the overthrow or destruction of any government in the United States….”[3][4] – http://www.wikipedia.com

Well, the contest is over and there are no winners, sad to say, as no one entered. Just think, if you had entered, you would have won. Guess my money is safe, but I don’t feel good about that. I wanted someone to get something nice.

If anyone can come up with a better idea for a contest or a better prize, please contact me.

For today’s recipes, I thought I would post some old-fashioned cocktails:

 

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“French “75” Cocktail

 

2/3 Dry Gin
Juice of 1/4 lemon
1 spoon Powdered Sugar
Pour into Tall Glass
Full of cracked ice
Fill with Champagne.”

The How and When: An authoritative reference guide to the origin, use and classification of the world’s choicest vintages and spirits, Hyman Gale and Gerald F. Marco [Island Press:Chicago] 4th revised edition October, 1949(p. 146))

 

 

mint julep

 

Mint Julep

 

2 oz. bourbon
1 tsps. sugar
4 sprigs mint

 

Mash with muddler. Fill the silver mug with shaved ice, Stir until the outside of the mug is frosted. Decorate with sprigs of mint and serve with straws. Add green cherry.”

—The Stork Club Bar Book, Lucius Beebe [Rinehart & Commpany:New York] 1946 (p. 106)

 

 

Photos for Return To Sunday Supper

 

Pink Lady (adapted from Vintage Spirits and Forgotten Cocktails by Ted Haigh)
makes one cocktail
1 1/2 ounce gin
1/2 ounce applejack or apple brandy
1/2 ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 egg white*
2 liberal dashes of (approx. 1/4 ounce total)
Optional garnish: Maraschino cherry
Place all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake vigorously for about 30 seconds and strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a maraschino cherry.
*If egg whites faze you, you can leave this one out, though do I encourage you to give the idea a fair shake. The egg doesn’t affect the flavor of the drink, but does gives it a luxuriously frothy meringue-like texture.

 

 

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Grasshopper
This sweet after dinner drink has been around for over
50 years.  If you like mint chocolate chip ice cream, then
this sea-foam green colored concoction will certainly be to
your liking.  Be forewarned, they are very addictive.

 

Ingredients
1.5 oz. Creme de menthe
1.5 oz. Creme de cacao
3 oz. Cream (half & half, etc.)
Garnish optional……(cherry, shaved chocolate, mint sprig)

 

Directions
Combine the liquid ingredients into an
ice filled cocktail shaker.  Cover and shake
vigorously.  Strain into a chilled Martini glass
and garnish accordingly.  With these ingredients
being so inexpensive, it certainly makes this
tasty treat worth a try!

 

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT DUE:

Red gown photo – http://www.pinterest.com/jfukalova/red-dress-and-coat/

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers photo – http://www.pinterest.com/pin/392868767463684208/