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I'm a wife & mother. I live with my husband, our 2 children & the stinkbomb known as Gary. (He's a boxer.) Maybe I'm pleased as punch with my life on some days & maybe on others, I think of changes that must be made... You'll be, like, the 5th to know!

Monday, March 28, 2011

Baby, We're Cooking Now

My husband & I met in July & went on our first date in January of the following year. By April, he was set to move away to attend cooking school. He'd already taken classes here & there & found he enjoyed it. He often says he had to learn to cook. His survival depended on it. And he became very skilled.

At our first few dinners at his parents' house, I found a common theme. The food usually had one hot component, one warm & one cold...whether it was meant to be or not. His mother can't seem to time a meal to be ready all at the same time. I also noticed that unless the vegetable of the night was a salad, they were smothered in a cheese sauce. I once asked him what she had against butter & salt. (Apparently, she stopped using both with any noticeable flavor when his father was put on a restricted diet. I'm not sure how a Velveeta cheese sauce makes a healthier option, but that's where it started.)

Years ago, my mother in law asked me if I'd like her to bring over some chili they'd had the night before & I said sure. It took me almost an hour to season it properly & simmer the flavor into it. I asked my husband about it & he said that waving the salt & pepper over the pot constitutes seasoning & that anything else is just too spicy. I must have nearly killed her with my potato soup. I said it looked like tomato sauce with beef & beans. I had to add onion, garlic, chili powder, cumin, salt, cayenne. You know, the flavors that turn tomato soup into chili. I won't say everything she makes is bad. That wouldn't be true. I have many of her recipes that I do enjoy. But she made up a 'family favorites' recipe book for everyone one Christmas, & there was an entry there that made me shudder.

My husband spoke of it with disgust. I thought he was exaggerating, until I read what it was. This is worse than the liver I was forced to eat. It had to be worse than the sweet & sour pork I hated (really, I had something similar not so long ago & it isn't as bad as I remember, but I still hate peas.) It must somehow be a comfort food for my children's grandmother because it was attributed to her mother. Sorry, Selma, it will not be passed down in this family. My children have tried it (at her house) & complained the way my husband does about it. He says school paste is infinitely better. Creamed Tuna. To this day, he will not eat a tuna casserole & I make a good one. He won't eat warm tuna in any recipe. He loves tuna salad, but he has been ruined for it any other way. The extent of the recipe is milk, flour, tuna...served over white bread or toast. EEEW. Salt & pepper are listed as optional. People make jokes about creamed chipped beef, but I'm sure that is like the nectar of the gods in comparison. I'm sure that the fact that she uses skim milk & no cream whatsoever makes it even more distasteful.

His sister has had us over for dinner many times, & she, like my husband, is a great cook. I've never had a bad meal at her house. In fact, I have her recipe for turkey burgers & they are delicious. I've made them for company & been given raves. I don't take the credit though. I say where I learned to make them. 

I personally learned to cook the old-fashioned way....by hanging out in the kitchen, watching my mother, getting in her way, sneaking tastes, & asking if it was done yet. I discovered when I needed to cook my own meals that I knew how to make things for which I'd never read a recipe. I made my first stuffed chicken with mashed potatoes & gravy in college & it came out great. I may have called Mom a few times to ask what else or how long, but even now, if I call to ask how to make something, the answer is usually just "some of this & a little of that...Taste it." It took me years to remember how to boil an egg -I called her every time- but honestly, it only because I only did them once a year or so for egg salad. (My husband does the Easter eggs.) She makes a yummy noodle side dish that it took me years to figure out even though I knew what was in them...my downfall, too little salt. I knew she used garlic salt & I used garlic powder, but I had no idea how much salt was necessary to match her flavor. Egads. I don't make them very often. They're sinful!! Where my mother in law often lacks flavor, my mother takes up the slack. There's butter, maybe even bacon fat, & salt enough for everyone! Of course, my kids never come home complaining of a dinner they've eaten there.

Apparently, a lot of my friends' moms shooed them out of the kitchen when they were kids. I taught one of my friend's how to fry an egg. Seriously. She was basting it or something (I didn't really get the whole process of splashing the oil on top of it & using a lid...just gently turn it over. And please, for the love of God, cook it. Runny whites gross me out.) Many years later, I also taught her how to make spaghetti sauce. Not from scratch, I don't care to blanch & skin all those tomatoes, but they didn't have jars of sauce back then gasp! We had to season tomato sauce &/or paste ourselves.

At Disney World in the Nestle's Kitchen at Epcot
My kids are learning the way I learned. They hang out in the kitchen with my husband &/or me & watch, & we'll give them tasks to help, & eventually they can try it. We like cooking together. If our kitchen had the space, we'd all be in there together every night. As it is, my husband & I take turns, & the kids join us as they please.

My older child has made simple meals from start to finish all on her own. She scrambles eggs. She can make simple pasta dishes. She likes to make hor d'Ĺ“uvres & dips. My younger child most enjoys baking. We make easy breads & muffins together. She likes to crack the eggs & do the measuring. They love helping their daddy make fresh pizza dough & then having make-your-own-pizza-night.

We read recipes together & try to find new things to make. They have their favorite chefs on Food Network. My older child thinks she does an impeccable Paula Deen. My younger one likes to watch Aarti Party. (We've never had Indian food, but I think she likes the cheerful set & Aarti's accent.) We keep trying to perfect the stirfry. It sounds so much simpler than it is. We experiment with different seasonings & spices. I think they have fairly adventurous palettes. I like that. I was such a finicky eater when I was a kid, but I'll give myself credit for one thing. I liked my vegetables far more than my kids do. I was picky about which ones were cooked in what manner (one of my sisters in law teased that she would cross-stitch my Vegetable Rules) but there are only a few I don't like. Sorry peas & okra, you have no place at my table.

One thing I know, it's that it's hard to tell the difference between my potato salad, pasta salad, macaroni salad, chicken noodle soup, vegetable beef soup, ham & bean soup & my mom's (hey, maybe that's why I love soup so much.)...which is pretty much just like Grandma's from what I remember. The potato salad for sure. And except for the vegetable soup, my kids are loving them too. They are summer & winter comfort foods. That's the way to pass it on.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Oh, Baby, Such Pressure!

Am I allowed to use the image of the award? IDK



Uh-oh. Did someone run out of other blogger friends? Did she notice that my posts have been rather sporadic & feel the need to urge me on? To what do I owe this stressor, er, honor?!

Robin, I'm baffled!!

You see, Robin Suttell, who writes Almost...But Not Quite & makes me laugh uncontrollably, giggle quietly, or cock my head to the side like a dog trying to understand the absurd, has given me the dubious title of the Versatile Blogger...In order to accept the award bestowed upon me, I must:

- Thank the person who gave you the award. Thank you, Robin!! I jest, but it's pretty cool that you would think of me.

- Share 7 things about yourself.

1.) I did not get my driver's license until I was 28 years old. My first car is dead in my garage. I don't really mind driving, but I don't really like it either. I don't seem to see well at night & well, I'll probably not go over 25 mph if I have to drive at night in the rain. Blind as a bat!! This, despite annual eye exams to the contrary. No corrective lenses of any type required. And I'm over 40. I also have an intense anxiety about driving on city streets & freeways with which I am unfamiliar. Having to actually think about rights & lefts has been my handicap since Kindergarten, when it was supposed to have become a 2nd natured thing. It didn't. I even have to think that I write with my right hand or L makes left...Being lost is a big major phobia. I don't have GPS on its own, in my car or on my cell phone. Woe is me.

2.) I love quotations, memorable lines other people speak. I have a 3-inch thick book of them. I have bookmarked websites for them. I cut them out of newspapers & magazines & use them in my scrapbooks & as facebook status updates. Sometimes someone else just beats me to what I'd want to say, or said what I was feeling but said it better than I was able.

3.) I wish I could sing. I love to do it & I will belt it out if the mood so strikes me, but I know I'm not very good. One thing I really just don't enjoy is listening to is a nasally singer & I know I have a nasally speaking voice so I conclude that I must be a nasally singer. My husband says that somehow, I sing with less nasal tones than I speak. And I score pretty well singing on Rock Band if the song is low. (My highest scores are Need You Tonight by INXS, Peace Frog by the Doors, Only the Good Die Young & Piano Man by Billy Joel...actually got 100% on the last one.) It would seem I sing like a man. It's true what you think, you do sing better a little louder & after a few drinks. ;)

4.) I like word games: Pathwords, Scramble, Upwords, Boggle, Scrabble, Word Rummy, Smart Mouth, Password, Taboo, word searches (less keen on crossword puzzles)... I was once playing with friends on vacation & I made the word 'puce' for the win, only I didn't really get my win because I was challenged & they had a measley little Webster's dictionary that didn't contain the word. When I got home, I got out my 2-volume World Book dictionary, found the word puce, took it to the copy shop & mailed the page with the word highlighted. This was pre- everyone has a smart phone/laptop/even a pc... I wasn't being a sore loser. I just knew I was right. (By the way, google puce. You'll be surprised.)

5.) I have found that who I am & what people remember of me or how they see me now when they meet me are often unrecognizable as the same person. I find it very funny that some people think I was a 'bad girl' who must have been in a lot of trouble or can't believe my luck that I wasn't caught more often, & others think I would never have been in trouble & can't imagine some of the crazy stories that have been told about me. (Only some are true...I swear.) But this was true even in the 'back then' days as I have never forgotten the Sociology class where we wrote our name on a sheet of paper & passed it around the classroom & then our classmates could comment or ask a question & someone asked me, "How can you be so quiet in class & so loud outside of it?" The answer is simple. I have a sense of duty & responsibility & I did what I was required to do, for the most part. I put more effort into it if I enjoyed it. I have a pretty decent work ethic, I think. And when my time was my own, I cut loose!

6.) I think my kids are pretty terrific. Being a parent isn't easy & I sure have my list of things they do that drive me crazy, but I'm pretty confident that they know how much I love them, how incredibly proud I am of them, how smart & funny & beautiful they are in my eyes, but also to their peers. They are kind & generous & full-on slobs, but they are the center of my world & I wouldn't want it any other way. I love that they talk to me about the things that bother them, things they care about & just little things they found interesting or funny through the day. Somehow, bus stories are always a hoot.

7.) I love my Dog. She's the doggiest dog of all. She revels in her dogdom, although she does speak Wookie to me. She does a mean Chewbacca impersonation. She's the mutt of all mutts, a real Heinz-57. She's 86 pounds of flying fur & I wouldn't trade her for anything. She's loving, oyal & a devoted companion. And she likes it when I sing to her.


- Pass the award to up to 10 versatile bloggers. This one can't be done. To my knowledge, I only know 3 others & they have all already been so honored. I travel in a small circle. Apologies!!
- Let those bloggers know that you gave them the award. Yeah, um, see the above.

So, thanks for a topic! I've been trying to figure out something to write when time permitted.


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Maybe You Can Relate

Remember George Carlin? I used to love him. I loved the way he looked at ordinary things & brought to light the absurdity in them. One of my favorites was his sketch about our 'stuff." http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8896213084482448693#

I can't seem to get my family members to contain their stuff. I complain about their stuff all over the place. I trip over their stuff. My basement is filled to the brim with stuff. The garage is literally overflowing with stuff.
                                                  My dog sleeps on top of their stuff.

 

The other prefers to relax on top of one of them.

My baby is 9 & is suffering some kind of anxiety over the idea of purging the sippy-cups. Do we really need chewed-up baby books? (Chewed on by the babies, mind you.)

Amvets is coming next week & it's a perfect time to get rid of stuff we don't need, don't use & that is still nice enough for someone else to want. All the clothes that she doesn't wear because they are too small or too itchy or just not her style (so she can find those that she does like & would want to wear) are perfect things to pack up & donate.

I clear away my old stuff all the time. There is ample space in my closet for more stuff. I have come to terms with my baby being 9 & thusly, am no longer holding onto my favorite pre-pregnancy jeans (that would be 12 years) or shoes... they're gone. Even if I could wear them, they must be hopelessly outdated. But I don't know for sure because, you see, I got rid of them a long time ago!

I got rid of a Liz Claiborne purse I wish I'd kept. Accidents happen & rash judements can be made in the desperate attempt to dig out from beneath all the stuff that is weighing me down.... However, I don't miss the purse enough to want back everything else that left with it.

There is supposed to be a rule about parting with one old item for every new item brought in...but my husband seems to think that tossing out a 6 month old issue of Entertainment Weekly is an even trade for Rock Band, which with options, comes with guitar, drums, microphone, keyboards, maybe a second guitar or bass & the disc itself which must be played on a gaming system that also has multiple controllers....

I like playing the game as much as the rest of them, but I don't like a plastic drumset in my living room. However, I'm not a big fan of the basket of controllers for the Wii, xbox, PS2 or 3 or whatever number we're on now.

My older daughter is in a panic because she wants to have some friends over for a game night & sleepover. She drew up a written proposal when presenting me with this idea. I agreed to her terms. She is now freaking out because it is all supposed to happen Friday & she can't seem to keep up with the piles of stuff.

Oh, I love how the tables are turning. I hope it makes a lasting impression.

I'll probably help, but...it's not my stuff.