11.347 Eggz & Beanz


17 (Thu) December 2020

Eggz & Beanz


by me

at home

-Changgok, Sujeong, Seongnam, Gyeonggi, Republic of Korea-

with the Family

Newbery 100 Medals, 100 Meals (24) (see 100 NEWBERY M&Ms)

While reading the 99 books that have been awarded the annual Newbery Medal since 1922 – leading up to the 100th winner to be announced next year – I will also attempt to create one dish for every book, a dish that is directly referenced in or indirectly inspired by the events of the book.  Food plays a strong role in many of the stories; not surprising as the characters in most of the books are faced with adversity of some sort, including poverty, so they’re often very hungry and thus grateful whenever they get a bite to eat – as we all should be at every meal, literally give us this day our daily bread.  The dishes will be featured as posts on Give Me This Day.

The Higher Power of Lucky (1952) by Susan Patron.  The book is about 10-and-a-half-year-old Lucky Trimble, who lives with her guardian Brigitte in a trailer in the tiny desert town of Hard Pan, California – population 43.   Brigitte, the first ex-wife of Lucky’s father, had flown in from France – for reasons never explained – to look after Lucky when Lucky’s mother, the second ex-wife of Lucky’s father, died in a tragic accident couple years back; Lucky’s father – for reasons never explained – sends them money on occasion but otherwise remains out of the picture.  Now, fearing that Brigitte has grown tired of her, Lucky runs away from home, only to be caught in a massive sandstorm, where she is forced to rescue her pesky 5-year-old next door neighbor Miles, who had been following her, and take refuge in an abandoned mining cave.

I enjoyed the book.  The author strikes a delicate balance in making the heroine both spunky and vulnerable, fanciful and practical.  A short and sweet story with sympathetic supporting characters.

To honor the book’s specific reference to McDonald’s, I went to McDonald’s and got ketchup packets.

[paraphrased in part]

Crammed inside her survival kit backpack were:

        • empty mint boxes for collecting specimens
        • nail polish remover and cotton balls
        • mineral oil for glistening of eyebrows
        • survival blanket
        • Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, borrowed in order to study more about how to find your Higher Power
        • pencil and notebook to describe specimens
        • tiny packets of ketchup from McDonald’s
        • can of beans
        • the Ten-Strand Round knot
        • brand new toothbrush
        • half a tube of toothpaste
        • bottle of water and bottle of Gatorade

“Time for dinner,” she said in her brisk nurse voice. 

“I have sand in me everywhere,” Miles announced.  “Even under my clothes.  What are we having?”

“First, hard-boiled eggs.”

“Ewww.  I only like eggs when the white part and the yellow part are mixed together,” Miles explained.  “Can’t we have scrambled eggs?”

‘Do you see a stove around here?  Do you see a fridge with fresh eggs inside?  Do you see a pan for cooking?”

“No,” said Miles in a small voice.  “Is there any gravy?  I love gravy for dinner.”

“Beans,” said Lucky in a don’t-push-it, Brigitte-like way. 

Miles peeped softly to himself while Lucky found the can, spoon, and little packets of ketchup.  She was very hungry and thought how delicious the beans would taste.

“Okay, here’s how the old miners do,” Lucky said.  She tore off a corner of a ketchup packet, dipped the spoon in the can, poured a little ketchup on top, and ate the beans.  “Yum,” she said enthusiastically, to show Miles the one and only response she wanted to hear from him.  

Miles dipped the spoon and squeezed a large dollop of ketchup on his hand, missing the spoon completely.  

She considered Plan B.  “What you do,” she said, “is you squirt ketchup straight on your tongue, then you east a spoon of beans and it all swaps together in your mouth.  Try it.”

Miles did.  By the time they slurped the last bean juice, taking turns, Miles had beans and ketchup in his hair and all over his T-shirt.

The eggs and beans were served with paprika-infused rice and tonkatsu.

While hard-boiled eggs would’ve been easier – and more faithful to the book – I scrambled the eggs – as poor little Miles would like them.

(See also FOODS.)

(See also PLACES.)

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