wow. it has been a week or two. and yet cooking and kids and hubby are really the things that still matter the most to me. I have learned so much about myself in the years since the divorce from T. and most of it has been good but some has taken me some time to process. Roger and I fight. discuss. argue. T. and I never did that because I felt I was not allowed to. I was far too annie fisher to do that. I wasn't given a voice and frankly it was my bad for not freakin taking it. I lost my husband because I didn't have a voice. I have a new one now - both husband and voice. and I love them both dearly. Roger listens when I speak. Roger is not my slave - he is a man and stands up when standing up is what he needs to do. He puts me in my place when I need to be put. But he also holds my hand when it needs holding and kisses me in Ikea because he wants to kiss his wife.
Men and Women are so very very different and yet so very similar. Lon Solomon (yeah that's my pastor's name) reminded me in heaven we will just all be the same. No sex. (not so happy there :D ) no marriage no nothing like that. I just trust that God has it figured out. and really that is cool.
Today is today and frankly life has upped the weird factor. I will soon be doing the job of 7 people. at one 6th the pay. I am still stoked and want to rock this - no matter who or what wants to jack me up because of who I am. But yet it's not going to be an easy ride. or happy happy joy joy. neither ren nor stimpy . BUT I am still me - I still smile through the tears and I will soldier on. My kids, hubby and cooking keep me standing upright and my GOD who thankyouverymuch is LORD love me. If you are not on my team - keep it to yourself and then silently just go the hell away because I don't need it. ever. thanks.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Chocolate Sauce and Honey and Salt
I have lived my life like an outsider - outside the bell jar - pretty much the most of it. Never feeling at peace in my own skin. Second guessing and wishing I had picked the door that has just now closed and locked itself forever. But poetry. yes. I got it. I got what the poet was saying usually at once and if not - on the second reading - that sigh - YES - Yes - yes. yes. I was always a Bloomsbury girl - Elliot and Woolfe and Lawrence and my dear sweet E.M. But Sandburg and Walt. oh. my. They took me to my core. And it was Tim who brought Chuck into my life and he was like the dirty uncle you didn't want to know but you liked the way he rolled his cigarettes and were facinated by him.
Poetry doesn't sell. Unless it's amazing. Strike that. UNIVERSAL. It just doesn't. It's not the girl who kicked anything or had a tattoo - it's a poem. But like a great sauce that you put on your ice cream. It can be great or just meh.
And it may be great because it is from you or meh from a can or jar. Or great because your daughter wanted to buy a chocolate cookbook at the used bookstore and you did buy it for her and then went to the store to buy the ingredients and then you made it together. I am learning in my 41 spins on planet earth that as a mother just being alive doesn't cut it. Just showing up isn't it. If you want your kids to be engaged you have to bring your A game for who THEY are. Not who you want them to be or who you think they should be. I am NOT a model mom. I suck so bad and so often it's not funny - but I do actually try. I think. a lot. Who do I want to be as a mom, wife, woman, human, lover, person, citizen - cook, poet - etc . . . .?
The chocolate sauce that is going on our ice cream is so simple but Trinity and I made it because it was her inspiration. It's good in the natural but Great in the RELATIONAL. Enjoy and following is Sandburg's Honey and Salt. One of my all time favorite poems. Because I love it and it's GREAT in the relational!
Chocolate Sauce
1/3 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup light corn syrup
1 t cinnamon
3 TBS of strong coffee or espresso
bring to a boil and boil for about 5 minutes
turn off heat and add half a bag of chocolate chips
1/3 cup whipping cream
and 3 TBS coffee liquor (Kahlua is the best but not cheap)
whisk like mad to melt the chips - if it seizes (sp) up do not fear. keep whisking - it will let go and be lovely. serve over coffee ice cream or vanilla - a can of whipped cream can be great too - add what you will to make it your own cherries - banana's too - but it's good if you do it with your people whilst they don't hate you :D - I personally know I have nanosecond's before I am the antichrist with my kids!
Honey and Salt
Carl Sandburg
A bag of tricks—is it?
And a game smoothies play?
If you’re good with a deck of cards
or rolling the bones—that helps?
If you can tell jokes and be a chum
and make an impression—that helps?
When boy meets girl or girl meets boy—
what helps?
They all help: be cozy but not too cozy:
be shy, bashful, mysterious, yet only so-so:
then forget everything you ever heard about love
for it’s a summer tan and a winter windburn
and it comes as weather comes and you can’t change it:
it comes like your face came to you, like your legs came
and the way you walk, talk, hold your head and hands—
and nothing can be done about it—you wait and pray.
Is there any way of measuring love?
Yes but not till long afterward
when the beat of your heart has gone
many miles, far into the big numbers.
Is the key to love in passion, knowledge, affection?
All three—along with moonlight, roses, groceries,
givings and forgivings, gettings and forgettings,
keepsakes and room rent,
pearls of memory along with ham and eggs.
Can love be locked away and kept hid?
Yes and it gathers dust and mildew
and shrivels itself in shadows
unless it learns the sun can help,
snow, rain, storms can help—
birds in their one-room family nests
shaken by winds cruel and crazy—
they can all help:
lock not away your love nor keep it hid.
How comes the first sign of love?
In a chill, in a personal sweat,
in a you-and-me, us, us two,
in a couple of answers,
an amethyst haze on the horizon,
two dance programs criss-crossed,
jackknifed initials interwoven,
five fresh violets lost in sea salt,
birds flying at single big moments
in and out a thousand windows,
a horse, two horses, many horses,
a silver ring, a brass cry,
a golden gong going ong ong ong-ng-ng,
pink doors closing one by one
to sunset nightsongs along the west,
shafts and handles of stars,
folds of moonmist curtains,
winding and unwinding wisps of fogmist.
How long does love last?
As long as glass bubbles handled with care
or two hot-house orchids in a blizzard
or one solid immovable steel anvil
tempered in sure inexorable welding—
or again love might last as
six snowflakes, six hexagonal snowflakes,
six floating hexagonal flakes of snow
or the oaths between hydrogen and oxygen
in one cup of spring water
or the eyes of bucks and does
or two wishes riding on the back of a
morning wind in winter
or one corner of an ancient tabernacle
held sacred for personal devotions
or dust yes dust in a little solemn heap
played on by changing winds.
There are sanctuaries holding honey and salt.
There are those who spill and spend.
There are those who search and save.
And love may be a quest with silence and content.
Can you buy love?
Sure every day with money, clothes, candy,
with promises, flowers, big-talk,
with laughter, sweet-talk, lies,
every day men and women buy love
and take it away and things happen
and they study about it
and the longer they look at it
the more it isn’t love they bought at all:
bought love is a guaranteed imitation.
Can you sell love?
Yes you can sell it and take the price
and think it over
and look again at the price
and cry and cry to yourself
and wonder who was selling what and why.
Evensong lights floating black night water,
a lagoon of stars washed in velvet shadows,
a great storm cry from white sea-horses—
these moments cost beyond all prices.
Bidden or unbidden? how comes love?
Both bidden and unbidden, a sneak and a shadow,
a dawn in a doorway throwing a dazzle
or a sash of light in a blue fog,
a slow blinking of two red lanterns in river mist
or a deep smoke winding one hump of a mountain
and the smoke becomes a smoke known to your own
twisted individual garments:
the winding of it gets into your walk, your hands,
your face and eyes.
Poetry doesn't sell. Unless it's amazing. Strike that. UNIVERSAL. It just doesn't. It's not the girl who kicked anything or had a tattoo - it's a poem. But like a great sauce that you put on your ice cream. It can be great or just meh.
And it may be great because it is from you or meh from a can or jar. Or great because your daughter wanted to buy a chocolate cookbook at the used bookstore and you did buy it for her and then went to the store to buy the ingredients and then you made it together. I am learning in my 41 spins on planet earth that as a mother just being alive doesn't cut it. Just showing up isn't it. If you want your kids to be engaged you have to bring your A game for who THEY are. Not who you want them to be or who you think they should be. I am NOT a model mom. I suck so bad and so often it's not funny - but I do actually try. I think. a lot. Who do I want to be as a mom, wife, woman, human, lover, person, citizen - cook, poet - etc . . . .?
The chocolate sauce that is going on our ice cream is so simple but Trinity and I made it because it was her inspiration. It's good in the natural but Great in the RELATIONAL. Enjoy and following is Sandburg's Honey and Salt. One of my all time favorite poems. Because I love it and it's GREAT in the relational!
Chocolate Sauce
1/3 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup light corn syrup
1 t cinnamon
3 TBS of strong coffee or espresso
bring to a boil and boil for about 5 minutes
turn off heat and add half a bag of chocolate chips
1/3 cup whipping cream
and 3 TBS coffee liquor (Kahlua is the best but not cheap)
whisk like mad to melt the chips - if it seizes (sp) up do not fear. keep whisking - it will let go and be lovely. serve over coffee ice cream or vanilla - a can of whipped cream can be great too - add what you will to make it your own cherries - banana's too - but it's good if you do it with your people whilst they don't hate you :D - I personally know I have nanosecond's before I am the antichrist with my kids!
Honey and Salt
Carl Sandburg
A bag of tricks—is it?
And a game smoothies play?
If you’re good with a deck of cards
or rolling the bones—that helps?
If you can tell jokes and be a chum
and make an impression—that helps?
When boy meets girl or girl meets boy—
what helps?
They all help: be cozy but not too cozy:
be shy, bashful, mysterious, yet only so-so:
then forget everything you ever heard about love
for it’s a summer tan and a winter windburn
and it comes as weather comes and you can’t change it:
it comes like your face came to you, like your legs came
and the way you walk, talk, hold your head and hands—
and nothing can be done about it—you wait and pray.
Is there any way of measuring love?
Yes but not till long afterward
when the beat of your heart has gone
many miles, far into the big numbers.
Is the key to love in passion, knowledge, affection?
All three—along with moonlight, roses, groceries,
givings and forgivings, gettings and forgettings,
keepsakes and room rent,
pearls of memory along with ham and eggs.
Can love be locked away and kept hid?
Yes and it gathers dust and mildew
and shrivels itself in shadows
unless it learns the sun can help,
snow, rain, storms can help—
birds in their one-room family nests
shaken by winds cruel and crazy—
they can all help:
lock not away your love nor keep it hid.
How comes the first sign of love?
In a chill, in a personal sweat,
in a you-and-me, us, us two,
in a couple of answers,
an amethyst haze on the horizon,
two dance programs criss-crossed,
jackknifed initials interwoven,
five fresh violets lost in sea salt,
birds flying at single big moments
in and out a thousand windows,
a horse, two horses, many horses,
a silver ring, a brass cry,
a golden gong going ong ong ong-ng-ng,
pink doors closing one by one
to sunset nightsongs along the west,
shafts and handles of stars,
folds of moonmist curtains,
winding and unwinding wisps of fogmist.
How long does love last?
As long as glass bubbles handled with care
or two hot-house orchids in a blizzard
or one solid immovable steel anvil
tempered in sure inexorable welding—
or again love might last as
six snowflakes, six hexagonal snowflakes,
six floating hexagonal flakes of snow
or the oaths between hydrogen and oxygen
in one cup of spring water
or the eyes of bucks and does
or two wishes riding on the back of a
morning wind in winter
or one corner of an ancient tabernacle
held sacred for personal devotions
or dust yes dust in a little solemn heap
played on by changing winds.
There are sanctuaries holding honey and salt.
There are those who spill and spend.
There are those who search and save.
And love may be a quest with silence and content.
Can you buy love?
Sure every day with money, clothes, candy,
with promises, flowers, big-talk,
with laughter, sweet-talk, lies,
every day men and women buy love
and take it away and things happen
and they study about it
and the longer they look at it
the more it isn’t love they bought at all:
bought love is a guaranteed imitation.
Can you sell love?
Yes you can sell it and take the price
and think it over
and look again at the price
and cry and cry to yourself
and wonder who was selling what and why.
Evensong lights floating black night water,
a lagoon of stars washed in velvet shadows,
a great storm cry from white sea-horses—
these moments cost beyond all prices.
Bidden or unbidden? how comes love?
Both bidden and unbidden, a sneak and a shadow,
a dawn in a doorway throwing a dazzle
or a sash of light in a blue fog,
a slow blinking of two red lanterns in river mist
or a deep smoke winding one hump of a mountain
and the smoke becomes a smoke known to your own
twisted individual garments:
the winding of it gets into your walk, your hands,
your face and eyes.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Chocolate Covered Bacon
I gotta say - life with a certain 94 year old is a lesson in not killing someone. She is difficult on a good day and I'm ready to push her in the street on a bad one! She has more money than God - is pretty much closer in age than HE is - and YET is worried about getting fat! Dear Jesus - if I make it to 94 - being in a freakin beauty contest is the LAST thing that is crossing my mind besides - "where is the butter and can you bring me more?" She can't see, can't hear and doesn't have a man. But is worried about her girlish figure. Ok. Stop. Her stuff hits her stuff. There isn't a girlish anything in eyeshot and unfortunately for me - I've seen it! Eat. And enjoy. I really hope I don't live that long. Seriously - BUT if I do. Get back and don't stick your arm in front of the donuts.
No really - I know me. I'll still be running. I know I will. I am me and will still be running. I knit - on the elliptical while watching travel shows. Can't just watch tv - or work out - NOOOOO I need to use my hands (the devil's playground don't cha know) as well.
So if you love someone - or just love bacon - make this. Crispiness is what makes the difference. Do it right or just don't. If you are going to cover something soggy in chocolate - don't make it bacon. Just sayin.
A bag of semi sweet choco chips. The best you want - hell - make it cheap - you are puttin it over bacon - how bad can it be?
Take a pound of bacon. Here's where if you want to spend a buck = do it.
pre-heat oven to 350 (yes degrees)
line 2 sheet pans with 2 cooling racks (don't make me hurt you - yes do this)
put your bacon spread out on these two happy sheets
cook until done. Yes you have to pay attention. It's bacon dear LORD! DO it. We want crispy and DONE not limp and icky. NO one NOT no one WANTS limp and icky. just sayin
When super crispy - BUT NOT BURNT. ONLY on the beach in Rio do we want burnt. And frankly I'd take anything on the beach in Rio . . . .
Take out and chill for a bit - here's where you will get dirty. In chocolate. You will. Your fingers have to meet the chocolate and bacon so just deal. It's so messy!!!!!!!!! - take the melted chocolate (micro is fine in short bursts - just don't burn it) take the chocolate and put it on a flexible cutting board and gently set the crisp bacon in it and cover. Set on waxed paper. My daughters said it was too much chocolate but seriously - what do they know of chocolate? They can each eat a pound of bacon so it really was more about the bacon and less about the chocolate for them. As a woman of years and experience I know it's more the chocolate and less the pig. Just sayin. Peace out!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
stuff
Damn that's boring as a title and yet - so much is happening. I am no longer unemployed. I was offered a job with a company as the office administrator (yes - management!) in Manassas. SMALL management though and that makes me happy. I like to be the go to person but let me start this small and THEN I will rule the world :D I know when I start and it's not for a bit - so in the mean time I am crafting and decorating and exercising like a crazy person. I have to share my HUGE score today thrifting!!! OMG I got a pair of VERSACE pants for $4!!! 5 sweaters 2 of which are Cashmere and 5 nice dress shirts for Roger! I spent like a dollar each! I love thrifting. Banana Republic wool skirt - $2.
SO - I am finishing - after frogging my birthday sweater - I hate following anyone else's directions for how to fit my body. I've been knitting for almost 36 years - I got this one! I know my shape & what works - I still totally f' up things but it's my f'up! I like to knit so much I don't even care. Frog it and start over. I will post when I'm done. I'm a crazy person on this. I have rules. I knit on the machine. AKA the iron man = the elipical. I've been doing about 3 hours a day - knitting and reading and watching travel channel. I'm figuring out how to get my new employer to get me a tread climber.
So the new sweater is a great design = basically two tubes. Arm hole - straight for back - arm hole then cast on for body - knit tube. I love no sewing! I am so so lazy with the sewing.
Dinner was interesting the last two days = we had Trinity's birthday dinner yesterday - see Alton Brown's Taco episode on Good Eats. That was dinner. Yum!!!!!!!!! Tonight - along with a bottle of Bubbly to celebrate my job and Roger getting a nice review - but I had some top neck clams to cook and besides 2 lbs of bacon for blt's (yeah - easy dinner for me - bake two lbs of bacon on racks. save grease - done!) I had top neck clams that I steamed on an onion - sweated - jalapeno - sweated - garlic (a ton - sweated and some white wine - 2 lbs of top necks sweated with the stuff - I added some crushed green olives and some capers - only eat the clams that open. Enjoy.
I am so conflicted lately. I tend toward the dark colors and yet - am so crow-ish in my bend toward sparkly things. I - have a very deep dark secret that really I need to share. I am now. today. a glee fan.
hides face. I really didn't want to be. but. OMG - hello high school for me!!!!!!!!!!!! Glee is my freakin hs experience! Add in Forensics and shit we got it - Winneconne and all! JR as Kurt - yup = ya think? Yup!!!! Bring it - and yes - I can sing thankyouverymuch :D baby you are a firework - make em' go oh oh oh!!!!! LOVE IT - I am Kathryn Joanne Wenzel Sullivan-Howard and I am a Glee fan!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO - I am finishing - after frogging my birthday sweater - I hate following anyone else's directions for how to fit my body. I've been knitting for almost 36 years - I got this one! I know my shape & what works - I still totally f' up things but it's my f'up! I like to knit so much I don't even care. Frog it and start over. I will post when I'm done. I'm a crazy person on this. I have rules. I knit on the machine. AKA the iron man = the elipical. I've been doing about 3 hours a day - knitting and reading and watching travel channel. I'm figuring out how to get my new employer to get me a tread climber.
So the new sweater is a great design = basically two tubes. Arm hole - straight for back - arm hole then cast on for body - knit tube. I love no sewing! I am so so lazy with the sewing.
Dinner was interesting the last two days = we had Trinity's birthday dinner yesterday - see Alton Brown's Taco episode on Good Eats. That was dinner. Yum!!!!!!!!! Tonight - along with a bottle of Bubbly to celebrate my job and Roger getting a nice review - but I had some top neck clams to cook and besides 2 lbs of bacon for blt's (yeah - easy dinner for me - bake two lbs of bacon on racks. save grease - done!) I had top neck clams that I steamed on an onion - sweated - jalapeno - sweated - garlic (a ton - sweated and some white wine - 2 lbs of top necks sweated with the stuff - I added some crushed green olives and some capers - only eat the clams that open. Enjoy.
I am so conflicted lately. I tend toward the dark colors and yet - am so crow-ish in my bend toward sparkly things. I - have a very deep dark secret that really I need to share. I am now. today. a glee fan.
hides face. I really didn't want to be. but. OMG - hello high school for me!!!!!!!!!!!! Glee is my freakin hs experience! Add in Forensics and shit we got it - Winneconne and all! JR as Kurt - yup = ya think? Yup!!!! Bring it - and yes - I can sing thankyouverymuch :D baby you are a firework - make em' go oh oh oh!!!!! LOVE IT - I am Kathryn Joanne Wenzel Sullivan-Howard and I am a Glee fan!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Entropy in the Kitchen
So hey - yeah It's me pulling out the big thoughts and big words but really - what the hell is cooking or feeding people but not big?
So tonight was chaos and I don't mean that in a oh my house is so awesome and oh here's what I awesomely made amid said chaos = HELLs no = it was chaos. I noticed - last week that during my husband's LONG stint of working THROUGH - freaking everything - the sink in the kitchen was leaking and being the good wife - I waited til he was actually listening and after sex to tell him (I'm NOT stupid :D) SO today we went to pick out THE NEW faucet - and YES he took me along since he does actually want sex again and wants me involved :D
SO we discovered he doesn't much fit into the undersink area, so guess who did most of the faucet work? MEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~ YUP! I was okay with being supervised from above.
SO as far as dinner - I'm not sharing the actual Peanut Chicken and Beef Satay - just yet. I need to make it a few more times. BUT dessert. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS - I will share since MOM pretty much ate them all!
White Chocolate Honey in Chocolate Crust
A bag of semisweet or dark choco chips
2 oz Honey Brandy or just brandy
White Chocolate (5 oz) cut into small pieces
2 cups whipped cream
Okay so in small muffin cup liners or regular liners decide what you want before hand and if it's small you will obviously get more - larger less (duh) and here we go
Met dark chocolate and spoon into liners. - If you worry about getting chocolate on your fingers stop now and walk away this craft isn't for you and really you are not my friend nor will I ever be able to explain anything further because working with chocolate NECESSITATES actually touching the stuff. Okay that said EMBRACCCCEEE your inner chocolate goddess - okay that was lame - just touch the shit. It won't hurt you - I promise. Take the back of the tablespoon and line the liners with it really thick and lay them into a cupcake pan - keep going until you are out of liners or chocolate or things you want to line with chocolate :D
Stick them in the fridge
NEXT
2 oz of honey brandy YUMMMMM or just brandy
1/3 cup honey
warm in a pan ADD
5 oz of white chocolate chips
stir - and COOLLLLLL
a bit (like 10 minutes) THEN ADD
2 cups whipped cream already whipped !!!! or half a container of cool whip - oh yes - your cheap ass can decide! PUT BACK INTO FRIDGE UNTIL CHOCOLATE IS COLD
WHEN the cups o chocolate goodness are cool peel away the paper CAREFULLY and then spoon the honey goodness into them. Take a colander and just lightly sprinkle some cocoa powder over them to make them pretty but really they rock. You also could (if you had them) sprinkle chopped pistachios on top - that would be lovely!!!!
Roger's mom ate a ton = really. That's a 94 year old thumbs up!
So - I will write more about entropy - but as far as I see it I am the living embodiment of entropy in the kitchen! I cook because I am energy just falling away. I can't freakin eat half of what I make. Tell me that's not wasted energy? sigh - why do I bother? Because I care. that's why.
So tonight was chaos and I don't mean that in a oh my house is so awesome and oh here's what I awesomely made amid said chaos = HELLs no = it was chaos. I noticed - last week that during my husband's LONG stint of working THROUGH - freaking everything - the sink in the kitchen was leaking and being the good wife - I waited til he was actually listening and after sex to tell him (I'm NOT stupid :D) SO today we went to pick out THE NEW faucet - and YES he took me along since he does actually want sex again and wants me involved :D
SO we discovered he doesn't much fit into the undersink area, so guess who did most of the faucet work? MEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~ YUP! I was okay with being supervised from above.
SO as far as dinner - I'm not sharing the actual Peanut Chicken and Beef Satay - just yet. I need to make it a few more times. BUT dessert. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS - I will share since MOM pretty much ate them all!
White Chocolate Honey in Chocolate Crust
A bag of semisweet or dark choco chips
2 oz Honey Brandy or just brandy
White Chocolate (5 oz) cut into small pieces
2 cups whipped cream
Okay so in small muffin cup liners or regular liners decide what you want before hand and if it's small you will obviously get more - larger less (duh) and here we go
Met dark chocolate and spoon into liners. - If you worry about getting chocolate on your fingers stop now and walk away this craft isn't for you and really you are not my friend nor will I ever be able to explain anything further because working with chocolate NECESSITATES actually touching the stuff. Okay that said EMBRACCCCEEE your inner chocolate goddess - okay that was lame - just touch the shit. It won't hurt you - I promise. Take the back of the tablespoon and line the liners with it really thick and lay them into a cupcake pan - keep going until you are out of liners or chocolate or things you want to line with chocolate :D
Stick them in the fridge
NEXT
2 oz of honey brandy YUMMMMM or just brandy
1/3 cup honey
warm in a pan ADD
5 oz of white chocolate chips
stir - and COOLLLLLL
a bit (like 10 minutes) THEN ADD
2 cups whipped cream already whipped !!!! or half a container of cool whip - oh yes - your cheap ass can decide! PUT BACK INTO FRIDGE UNTIL CHOCOLATE IS COLD
WHEN the cups o chocolate goodness are cool peel away the paper CAREFULLY and then spoon the honey goodness into them. Take a colander and just lightly sprinkle some cocoa powder over them to make them pretty but really they rock. You also could (if you had them) sprinkle chopped pistachios on top - that would be lovely!!!!
Roger's mom ate a ton = really. That's a 94 year old thumbs up!
So - I will write more about entropy - but as far as I see it I am the living embodiment of entropy in the kitchen! I cook because I am energy just falling away. I can't freakin eat half of what I make. Tell me that's not wasted energy? sigh - why do I bother? Because I care. that's why.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
1969
SO that being said I also had to endure High School in the 80's. I looked like Madonna, dressed like Molly Ringwald and Relaxed because Freddy said to. It was BiG and full of Aquanet and gel. But honestly - I am less the 80's and more of the generation that questioned. (you pick since there were actually a lot who did!) I have always felt out of time, like I got dropped into a generation where I didn't quite fit. Not because I was a geek (yep) or a nerd (again yep!) but because the pieces just didn't fit nor did they fall away (yeah Tool!) I felt out of place and time. I know other people like me so don't start sending me Ritalin or Prozac thank you - though the Ritalin I think I could get good money for so - well, have at it . . . but anywho . . . I was a Beatles fan when my PARENTS couldn't name a damn BEATLES song if their freakin life depended on it! I was BORN during the Beatles thing - and Janis and Jimmie and DEAR JESUS the SuMMER OF LOVE! I claim the entire YEAR since I was conceived that year! I was a night of LOVIN when my daddy was smiling and all ya'll makin faces right now - come on! I'm a momma and I know where to put slot a into b so shut up! I like to think that it was the best night ever and those other two just happened :D LOVE YOU TWO :D
But to stop you right here I gotta say. Unlike everyone ELSE from 69 I have NEVER done drugs (alcohol NOT withstanding) and frankly at this point it's just a mute point. I'm too old and smart for it though if you sent me a 75 yr old bottle of Burgundy I certainly would NOT send it back :D BUT if you had something good and traveled here and it was fun - bring it. I'm a great hostesses! I personally LOVE Absinthe. Yes technically it's legal and a halucinogen. Okay bring it. We'll play ding dong ditch - just ask Roger!!! THAT was a good night :D
SO anywho ;-D
I know so so many people who have lead super de duper sheltered lives and so so many who haven't and it's funny - at this age we all just kind of blend. We have scars - we have bruises that may or may not have healed but we just - are. We continue. We have children or not, marriages or not, and we just move forward because - frankly, what's the alternative? When I chose to end my marriage I thought I was standing on the edge of Columbus' world when everyone said it was flat and in my soul - I knew it was round.
It is round.
And we continue . . . .
and CERTAINLY I mean no disrespect to Tim because he is an amazing man who I still love deeply and think the sun moon and stars of, but as we both move on life changes.
BUT really - it doesn't.
Clothes change and the role of women may change and the cool color of your skin may be in or not (though - as a CHRISTIAN - Jews rock and I will think that Israel - right or wrong is the shit!) but really people just are. We need. We need food, sex and to feel needed. BASIC right. right. We are dumb and smart and serve GOD or don't - it's just basically as close to the dirt as possible - it just is life. So what I am saying here in my little diatribe is that - well, SHIT - "Love the one yer with."
Yes I just said that. Do it. NOW. I am a very very smart woman - people have come out of my body - I have superpowers and spiritual gifts and the best THE BEST thing I can say to you is LOVE THE ONE YOU ARE WITH.
And make cookies.
1 cup unsalted butter
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup brown (pack it baby)
2 eggs
1 t baking soda
1 T vanilla
1 t salt
mix well add
2 cups m&m's and choco chips
2 cups flour
If you want to add maryjane at this point (From R I've heard it's fun- me - never had so I'm not going to say since I have no way to try it or tell you effects - just sayin)
Drop onto cookie sheet into a 350 oven in the size you like - personally I can't eat flour so what the hell - make them big or small I don't care - but since I like my size midrange :D have at it :D Bake at 350 for like 8 minutes - you judge since I used to like my cookies on the slightly underdone side - but whatever - you pick just pay attention!
Anyway - in all seriousness - really really folks. This is not a freakin dress rehearsal - do it right - love up on those you do and well - if you don't and you HAVE to share air space - just be nice - I promise - there will be cookies at the end!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Winner winner Chicken Dinner!
I am a carnivore. No apologies no excuses - God made animals and they are yummy. I do draw the line at pets unless you have a pet cow or chicken and then all bets are off. I spent a few stupid years not eating animals and it didn't work well for me so now that I can't eat wheat or milk I happily am the hunter gatherer girl! Bring on the seared animal flesh (or unseared in the case of sushi!) BUT I'm not stupid. (dumb maybe on random too much Cab Weekends) but not so much the stupid. I cook my chicken to a nice well done thank you stage. So on a trip to the store there was a happy looking "on sale" GIANT bird - had to have it. I love chicken and am always looking for different things to do with it since not only do you have a great meal - you have a carcass for soup, stock etc. . . .
SO I waited because we had so much food but tonight I decided to stuff this 6.5 lb bird with tangerines and red onions and then pour a Dundee Pale Ale (think Sprecher Amber! I do so miss WI beer) and roast for about 2.5-3 hours at 375. Think about 18 min. a lb or so - your mileage may vary. I always do at least a few sweet potatoes and beets and regular potatoes while I'm roasting things. It really rocked. I did no extra fat aka no butter or oil but the beer really did it's job! It was amazing.
I have to say - I'd do this again. Twice cuz I liked it :D!!!!!!!!!!
SO I waited because we had so much food but tonight I decided to stuff this 6.5 lb bird with tangerines and red onions and then pour a Dundee Pale Ale (think Sprecher Amber! I do so miss WI beer) and roast for about 2.5-3 hours at 375. Think about 18 min. a lb or so - your mileage may vary. I always do at least a few sweet potatoes and beets and regular potatoes while I'm roasting things. It really rocked. I did no extra fat aka no butter or oil but the beer really did it's job! It was amazing.
I have to say - I'd do this again. Twice cuz I liked it :D!!!!!!!!!!
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