Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I did not even know those two things above existed. They are a cookbook holder (Teece) and a recipe journal (with some pre-loaded recipes from The Good Woman). I just felt very lucky, not to just have this amazing house, but to also have all these people to fill it with. We even lucked out and had Mr. Hulk come in from Boston to spend the weekend with us. I was so excited to see him, that I am pretty sure that my initial hug seemed like a drunken one. Readers, if you have ever received one of those, you just how utterly intense it is, if you have not, it is something to look forward to in the future!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
This is my plate, and Readers, I did not take any Chick-Fil-A biscuits that were available because today is also National Meat Out Day (http://www.meatout.org/)and I thought I would give it a row. (BTW, which was successful, as I had fruit salad from a phd student for lunch and noodles in vodka sauce for dinner). I also did not hit up the pastry table, though I grabbed one powder donut hole. We know I am a fan of some biscuits and Mama’s Boy is not too shabby in the biscuit department, even when they are small because they forgot until the last minute about today’s event, but seeing as they pulled off one might good spread, you’re not hearing complaints from me.
Readers, I forgot about eggs, I just forgot about them. I love eggs (okay, not the powdered vegan ones that were there) and whoever made the egg casserole, egg mushroom pie and vat o’ eggs… well, they just stuck their foot right up in there, because it was all so delicious.
Readers, I do see the irony in a post about eating such a varied and abundant meal when people are going hungry around me. So, I made a meek donation and will be participating in a ride along, but I am also encouraging you to get involved too. Next year the first of the baby boomers will be hitting the “official” age of retirement, the face of aging (and the understanding of it) will change in our lifetimes, we should be armed with information and as much passion for our older adults as the 2 mentioned above to prepare for it. Maybe we could throw a few dimes at it too, and if you would like to do so, here is the website for https://athensacca.ejoinme.org/MyPages/DonationPage/tabid/1672/Default.aspx
Thanks you guys!
The Meals on Wheels program run through the Athens Community Council on
Aging will host a “Mayor for Meals” event Wednesday, in which current and former
mayors are invited to deliver meals with a regular volunteer.
also will host a “March for Meals” event, in which local restaurants will donate
10 percent of their proceeds on specified dates to benefit Meals on
In addition, the council will host a volunteer appreciation
breakfast, followed by meal routes to be led by Athens-Clarke Mayor Heidi
Davison and Winder Mayor Chip Thompson.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
What are your guilty food indulgences?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
- Sheppard's Pie
- Spagetti with meat
- Chicken baked in barbq sauce
- White bowl (which no one else eats but me)
- ... that might be it.
Yes, I have recieved recipe books but they can be daunting. With new recipes, I am trying to stick with trying them out on the weekends. So, besides for continuously loving on these Bertolli meals, Readers, what is your staple quick fix dinner, say for a family of 3?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Its my apron from da sis. Look how cute it is! Readers, there must be something taking control of my mind from this NYR because when I got my new apron, my first thought was, “this is so sexy”! Oh help me, I used to think food was sexy, rare steaks, ice cream in porcelain single size bowls, Jagerbombs. What? Are you sure? Okay, the hubs says that Jagerbombs are not sexy, its more that I think everything is sexy after a few of them. Thanks for clearing that up and reading over my shoulder. Is this NYR turning me into a domestic goddess?
I wonder if I can wear my apron when I am just heating things in the microwave. Oh, I wonder if I should name her. I name everything. My old car was Fiona Greenapple, my new car is Napoleon Bonacar, my elliptical is named Pacey, and the new house is named Lucille (though the security system is named Karen, which the kid named after the electronic wife of a SpongeBob character). What do you name an apron? Ok, readers, I need some feedback. What should I name this sassy lady of an apron?
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
We played Balderdash, had coffee, cake and overall just a wonderful time. One of my beautiful friends asked if it was strange to celebrate TMom on MJC Day. It's not, here's why. My mom left this earth knowing that there was another mom taking care of me. My mom respected TMom, and would rather I spent that day in laughs and celebration of the moms in my life. So, that's what we did! Happy Birthday TMom!
See in this picture how you can tell a fridge should go there. Well, it was not and the hubs wanted to move it into that spot. Readers, I would consider myself someone who is great with social change, political change, almost deem myself an advocate of change. However, I am a little baby about physical change. Cut off all your hair, it Will take me a while to get used to you, move to a new place and I will examine your space like a detective, and so I was not prepared for big house change after moving in only 2 weeks ago.
Then the hubs moved the fridge into the space. Did I commend him for being able to do that himself or not scratching my floors? No, I proceeded to snap off at the mouth like a petulant child. I could not handle the change.
Readers, do you know what that jerk of a hubs did next? He made and designed for me this space in its place. What an asshole. Could this really have turned out any better? It looks like someone so culinary-ally proficient works in this space, my camera can simply not express how much I adore this new space. He even made a super efficient pantry out of half our laundry room. After all my griping, he still made me this beautiful space. What a jerk.
I got her packed up, pulled out the last photo her sister had taken of her, and headed for my creek, with no socks on. I found a spot, popped a squat and spent about an hour talking to her. Telling her I missed her, but I am not mad at her. Telling her about our family and how I wish she could see the house, & how she would love our guest room so much that I am actually decorating it as if it was for her (sorry all the live people that will be staying in it). I told her thank you for the last month when I really felt like she was watching over me and sending me some magical support. I told her I hoped she was proud of me and I apologized for all the things I did when she was alive. Readers, I just said everything you wish you could say to someone that only comes out when you truly cannot do so any more. I jumped because a squirrel decided I was in his spot and ran less than a foot above my head, then I laughed. A belly pain inducing laugh that sequenced so perfectly into our MJC Day right of passage. I removed my sneakers, and plunged my bare feet into the (very) cold water, and then I released my mom into my creek. Some of her ran quickly down stream and some of her bottomed out in the creek bed. I took my obligatory water-feet pictures, pulled myself up onto the bank again, where for a little while I just breathed and watched. My mom was finally home with me.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
- Tuesday, in the service, I sat like an angry bear, cutting eyes at the poor guy doing the service, who did not know my mom or our family, and so his words fell on deaf ears for me. If he had known her, he would have said something brash, and off the cuff just to put everyone off-tilt, yet in remembrance of my mom. Sarcasm would have been openly allowed and anecdotes about Waffle House, bed urination, and pen-top tracheotomies would have been as kind as the words of Mother Teresa. He would not have mentioned her depression and might have received more than just my furrowed brow at the mention of such. If he had known her, he might have gone outside the box and quoted Kahlil Gibran, Margaret Mead, Silver Ravenclaw, Her father, Lewis Grizzard, or even herself. He would have played music that might make you blush in church, or at least have made you cry. If he really knew her, we would have had a Roast instead of a funeral service, where we would have poked fun at her imperfections but only because they were also our own, or because we were not aggressive or strong enough to have those traits ourselves. If it was done right, we would have laughed. At least once, so that we could remember what it felt like to laugh with her, her unabashed cackle, her watered eyes, and have that one more time before the church doors opened, never to be had again.
- The service was not as hard as going to her apartment the next day. I had never been to that apartment before, I had not seen her in that environment, not seen her sit in her recliner or use her big orange snow shovel to clear off her 4 little steps. Her bed was inviting and full of pillows and smells and blankets and impressions. She had coconut milk in her refrigerator for making Doc Chey’s Chicken Coconut Soup. She had pink Dove soap, which I took and 20 nail clippers, which I did not. Tess grabbed her stethoscope, and I her grandmother’s blanket with an authority over the other where no words of compromise where going to tread for these items. I found glass miniature eggs, Indian beads, shells of turquoise and an old deck of cards in a small wooden box, and in true tribute, I hid the eggs throughout my aunt’s house and in my friend’s belongings, for them to randomly find and while they may not know they were her’s, maybe they will think that someone is thinking of them. I took her Greek cookbook, which just this morning I found a note from her mom and gram about Greek recipes, it is one of the few items that I hold as elusive “mom” items, in which I don’t know whether to cook from it, display it, or hide it under my pillow to feel it’s comfort. And with that, we both took a pillow. A token from the place were we learned, shared, cried, and loved. A pillow so big that I can not rest my head upon it, but have to hold it like a loved one, nestled like another person in my bed. The last thing we took was a look at the brook that ran in her back yard, bigger than I had imagined when she would tell me about it’s quaintness and more rapid that the “babble” she described it as. People admire things, but my mom let the water into her character, her love of the ocean or personification of a river was as much a part of her as her wavy hair or muddy eyes. It was only fitting that she herself was sent out that next day into the ocean.
- By Thursday my mom was contraband. In N.H. it is illegal to dispose of remains in the ocean without a permit, and in the 3 days that Tess had been there with me, we did not obtain one. So, we went renegade. We cautiously opened her remains and poured about 5 pounds of her into a Ziploc baggie and headed for the ocean off the small New Hampshire coastline. On Thursday, it was 27 degrees outside, and so the greatest gift Tess and I could give our mom was kicking off our shoes, hiking up our pants and wading up to our knees in the cold water. I pilfered my mom out of my coat, took a view glances around and then undid that green and blue seal. The waves and the wind took her away in only a few moments, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced with my sister. Our feet were cold but we did not feel it, our hearts were heavy, but they did not ache, and our smiles were true as we thought of our mom laughing her laugh at us, but with pride for her girls.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
And readers, I finally cooked again. Saturday morning I considered making a Cheese/Meat/ Bean hearty dip. I had most of the ingredients and have never used the Crockpot that I got for my wedding almost 11 years ago. This seemed like a plan, until right in the middle of the grocery, I freaked out a little. I recalled that E-Poo already works at a Mexican restaurant and probably eats that everyday, also with the arrival of Benny I did not want to make any thing related to a food style that I was not familiar with. Freak out in Publix looked like this. I am pushing the cart back and forth the same aisle several times, talking (loudly) to myself, hovering around the rotating free recipes kiosk trying to find a better solution and I came up with… sliders? Exactly, it was a strange choice to move to. I attempted to make Meatball Marinara Sliders, and I ended up with something only slightly off. I bought a bag of “dinner-sized” meatballs in a bag, a jar of garlic & onion sauce, a block of mozzarella cheese, and water rolls. Then I paid no attention to the recipe and just built them! I cut up and toasted the rolls, heated the meatballs in the oven, sliced up odd shapes of cheese and when the hot roll tops came out, I laid the pieces on them to melt. I added the marainara sauce at the bottom of the rolls and then again on top of the meat balls. Since the rolls were much bigger than slider rolls (and the meatballs were small), I placed 3 meats balls on each roll. I think they came out cute, for whatever that is worth. What do you think? Along with my sliders, last night we had a delicious mac n’ cheese with a bit of a kick to it. A fruit salad that we actually devoured, and I believe Teece had 3 blueberries left in the bowl by the time we were done and onto MadGab (Go girls for winning!). Megadeath made tomato and fresh mozzarella covered in sundried tomato and basil oil. I think there was a salad, but I pay no attention to such things. It was a nice spread so to say. I also made a cake for E-Poo’s Bday, a German Chocolate cake with pecan and coconut icing. I got a recipe from Epicurious.com for an Inside-Out German Chocolate Cake. Again, I got overwhelmed and modified it by making the cake part and buying the icing (which is brown, I did not know that, I thought it would be white). Readers, I was so proud I actually had all the ingredients to make a cake already in my house, and I have run out of my first condiment/spice. I used all my vanilla extract. I just think that is exciting. Don’t you? With my luck, I wonder if I go to the grocery today, if I would not find that it was on sale!
Sending all my luck to you,
Monday, March 1, 2010
Two really fun things (with food) that I did while I was away (from blogging) were Dance Marathon & Mardi Gras King(ing) 2010 for Family Counseling Services. Here's a bit more about them!
This was our 7th year doing DM, and the kid’s first year staying up all 24 hours of it! We are really proud to be involved with this organization, and over the years it has defiantly changed, but there are still some DM-ers who are parts of our lives intrinsically, probably forever. The kid still trashes talks with them on Facebook even!
Of course, our favorite event of the year was interrupted by it being on the same weekend as we got the house, and move-in weekend. For me, there was lots of going back and forth between the two locations and about 3 hours of sleep, so Readers, honestly I don’t know what I ate and what I did not eat. I did have a Monster energy drink, further providing evidence of my inability to handle any sort of mind/body enhancing substance.
The second event was the Friday it snowed here in GA, 2/12/10, and my UGA dad was nominated for Mardi Gras King of Athens, in a fundraiser for Family Counseling Services. The event was Cajun/Creole food, and Readers I ate all of it, brown paste something, catfish, crazy rice, and more. When I first looked at the table I thought there goes my free meal, because I was not even going to try it! Luckily I did and I enjoyed it all, especially the brown paste stuff, I will find out what it was. This event was also a costume party, my favorite thing!! Omnipotently, UGAdad knew he was going to win and wore the most outlandish king costume with GIANT Mardi Gras beads. I was a tooth fairy (with wings), and the Pink Haired Professor was a tooth! The snow impacted the event unfortunately for the organization. I think next year will be an even bigger success for them & I will karmic-ly do whatever I can to help, because as one of not too many attendees, Readers I got loot! There were door prizes for costumes and over all, I racked up gift cards for $50 of tanning, $25 to AllGood’s (a bar, & that was spent that night on Jager bombs!), $15 to Five Points Deli, and free bowling with shoes. Our table also racked up incredible prizes from Classic City Roller Girl Derby Tickets, bags, t-shirts, and the pink Haired Prof won the silent auction for a tattoo! See what I mean about owing them back Big Time!
Readers, did you catch that last part that I snuck in so cleverly? I want that apron, the choices are insanely adorable and while it would take me so time to actually wipe my dirty cooking hands upon it, I would eventually, I am just sure of it. Megadeath, it will not be like the 30 skirts I have that I say I will wear, and then not, but won’t give away because I think they are all so pretty, and I am sure one day that I will wear them, like when I am all grown up! I still need an apron, my Bday came and went without one because all my clever friends thought that all my other clever friends were going to get me one, and I ended up without one.
So Readers, if you would like the opportunity to win myself, or yourself (and then invite me over to drool over it) one of these super sassy aprons, please connect to this site http://downandoutchic.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway-apron-by-sonshine-designs.html
and follow the instructions.