Seafood for Steve-o

**Steve-o.....this blog post is especially for you (and anyone else interested in a couple of "go-to" seafood recipes!)**

So I get a text from my son, SC, about all of the cooking he is doing lately....must be staying indoors with all that freezing cold weather in his neck of the woods.  Anyway, we have a few chitty chats about recipes and I find out that he is now interested in preparing seafood dishes.  Of course, it would be from FROZEN because he lives in an area that couldn't be further from an ocean...Pacific, Atlantic, or Gulf.  But he wants some recipes from home so I told him I would post a couple.  They are some of our favorites....and feel free to improvise with the seasonings a little. After all, that's how I cook.  A pinch of this or a splash of that.

So here goes.  First up is Shrimp Scampi....

Shrimp Scampi

1 lb. shrimp, peeled and deveined 

1Tbsp olive oil

1/2 c butter

1/4 c white wine (optional)

6-7 cloves of garlic, minced

1 shallot OR 1/2 med white onion, minced

1 Tbsp parsley, chopped

1 lemon

Salt and pepper to taste

- Place olive oil in a large skillet and heat over medium high heat; add shallot and sauté until translucent, about 5 minutes.  Reduce heat to medium then add garlic, stirring constantly for 1-2 minutes...DO NOT brown garlic. Add butter and melt then add wine and bring to a simmer, stirring constantly. Cut lemon in half and squeeze juice from one half of the lemon (discard seeds) then return shrimp to pan. Remove oan from heat and add parsley and toss to mix; adjust salt and pepper to taste. Serve with rice or pasta. 

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The next recipe is a classic West Coast fav...San Francisco Cioppino. The seafood can be adjusted to whatever is available, but should include crab, especially when it is dungeness crab season. In a pinch you can use canned (gasp!) or refridgerated, but never substitute imitation crab

San Francisco Cioppino

Assorted seafood-1 lb each type; suggested seafood large shrimp, fish such as sea bass, halibut, cod, 

red snapper, etc, clams, mussels, crab, and/or scallops. >see "note" below. 

1 28oz can tomato puree

1 medium onion, finely diced

4-5 cloves garlic, minced

1 bunch flat leaf parsley, chopped

3 sprigs fresh thyme OR 1 tsp dried thyme

3 sprigs fresh oregano OR 1 tsp dried oregano

1 c dry white wine (chardonnay or sauvignon blanc)

1Tbsp Pernod, or anise flavored  liqueur

1 tsp salt

1/2 tsp black pepper

-Clean all fish and shellfish; scrub shells of the clams or mussels, shell and devein shrimp, crack crab legs and claws, cut fish into 2 inch pieces. Pat seafood dry, cover with damp towel and place in refridgerator until needed for soup.  

Place olive oil in dutch oven and heat over medium high heat. Add onion and saute until transluscent. Add garlic, stirring constantly...do not brown...for one minute. Pour in wine, tomato puree, thyme and oregano sprigs, anise liqueur, salt and pepper.  Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to simmer, cover pot and cook for 45 minutes, stirring occasionally. 

Once sauce base has thickened, add clam juice, fish, clams, mussels, and crab, and increase heat to medium high and bring to a boil. Cover pot and cook about 10 minutes or until clams and mussels 

have opened. Add the shrimp, and scallops, and continue to cook until shrimp are pink, about 4-5 

minutes. Stir gently to mix seafood then sprinkle with parsley. Serve with french bread. 

>note:  Do not eat any clams or mussels that have not opened; throw out before serving. 

Enjoy!!!!

Adventures in LaLa Land (the Sequel)

Okay, so I am finally remembering to take pictures with my phone, for posterity sake and this blog.  I am still a novice at this, but at least I remembered folks...

These are pictures taken on our recent trip to SoCal.  No tourista photos, pics of Mickey and friends, or standing in front of a somewhat famous theater with hand and foot prints at the entrance...y'know highlights.  No just a few from the mall in Newport Beach and the dumpling place in Koreatown.  I will be putting up a photo album soon of pictures I have been accumulating for past posts.  Hopefully it won't take me long....at least in this decade.  Any-hoo....

Adventures in LaLa Land

So recently hubby and I were in LaLa Land (also known as Los Angeles) on business ....his not mine.  And technically speaking we will be in the OC not LA, but I digress.  I was just tagging along cause, well, why not take advantage of a perfectly nice hotel room in a perfectly nice hotel???  Now I am not much on the SoCal scene....too many young ones with great bodies, tanned skin, and white teeth.  Ugh, makes one feel like Fred Flintstone having a bad hair day and unsightly bloating!  But I decide I can grin and bear it because I am in desperate need of a change of scenery....

We head on down the highway, in my zippy zippy car, with the top down and tons of sunscreen on.  Beautiful day in Cali.  Rolling hills and oak trees, grape vines and blue skies...does it get better than this?!? Well, yeah, it can. And then it happens....just past SLO, the highway comes back out to the coast and we get our first glimpse of the vast Pacific.  It is sparkling in the sunshine.  Wide open beaches with gentle waves...very different from NorCal, with it's rocky coastline and crashing waves, but nonetheless, beauty.  A quick snack stop in gorgeous Santa Barbara and we're "on the road again" (uh cue Willie Nelson please...thanks). A couple hours later and we enter driving hell.  Oh well, it was fun for a while anyway.  Zooming in and out of the legendary LA freeway traffic, we end up in Irvine for hubby's meeting.

The hotel was situated in a business area of tall buildings and fine dining so it's not too bad.  However...hubby is tired after the long drive and wants to eat in.  This is code, for him, meaning lets check out the concierge lounge treats.  Okay, I admit it was VERY nice.  They had a bar set up and steak bites, grilled veggies, caesar salad, assorted crudities, cheeses, breads, etc.  We order drinks, wine for me of course and surprise-surprise hubby orders a cocktail...very unlike him as he is usually the DD, but we sample everything and are no longer hungry so that was my meal.  Actually it was relaxing and delicious, sitting there looking out at the city lights and talking.  Oh and here's the best part...they close down the appetizers after a couple of hours and set up a dessert bar!  SCORE!!!

The next day hubby heads to his meeting and go out for a "girl" day.  I drive over to Newport Beach and the Fashion Island mall.  Nirvana for retail pros like myself.  First I decide to go get my hair done at the Drybar.  Totally LA.  This place is really cute and they do blowouts only...no other salon type services like cuts or color.  After you get your complementary drink (yes please) the stylist will wash your hair and then set about getting your hair to look just like their menu.  It was a lot of fun and would be a great thing to do with a buddy.  So after my hair is bouncin' and behavin', I set about shopping.  This mall is really nice...and has an ocean view to boot.  I find a couple of things and have lunch in their version of a food court.  It was really nice, but small though there were some delicious options for an inexpensive lunch.  I have a sushi plate, but in true LA fashion, it is arranged on a plate of salad with the most scrumptious lemon ginger dressing....one of the best dressings I have ever eaten!  Seriously good.  After some more browsing and shopping...more browsing than shopping at this point, I sit down with a cappuccino and enjoy the people watching.  It is a beautiful,warm sunny day.

Heading back to the hotel, I get a text from the hubby saying he is finishing his meeting soon and for me to get dolled up for dinner!  He was excited to try this Japanese restaurant and I didn't have the heart to tell him I HAD sushi for lunch...no biggie because it is all about being together, but I will say he is darn lucky I like Japanese/Asian food. Just sayin'

Before we leave LA, hubby wants to cross off something on his bucket list. See a while back, he saw Anthony Bourdain do a food tour of Korea-town on an episode of his CNN series. So hubby, being of partial Korean descent, decides he has to eat in the dumpling place. After much in and out and stop and go traffic, we exit the freeway in to a very, er uh, "depressed" neighborhood. Welcome to the big city. We manage to (finally) find the place and proceed to have a fantastic meal. We get a couple of to-go orders for RL, our daughter, and merge into speeding traffic. Driving back home is not a fun as the drive down, we are tired and ready to park it at our little hacienda.  And in a few hours we are doing just that....climbing into bed for some much needed shut eye.

What a fun little quickie...

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas....YIKES!

Omg....Halloween just passed and I saw on the news this a.m. That Walmart is going to be starting their black Friday specials. WHY????

Now, we have all become accustomed to retailers "sneaking" in holiday items onto their shelves beginning in October.  Then, in the last few years, stores began opening earlier and earlier on black Friday, otherwise known as the day after Thanksgiving, some had opening times like two or three in the morning!  But Walmart seems to push the retail envelope first. They tend to be the first retailer to open super early, and in fact, were open last year ON Thanksgiving...which I find downright ridiculous. Let your staff be at home with their families for goodness sakes. If people want to shop on turkey day, they can do so ONLINE from the comfort of a La-zy-boy in their living room.  Reopen on Friday, at a more decent time like 7:00a.m., for those that feel the need to be trampled and jostled at a mall, while buying a 50 inch TV for $59.99 (look for the flashing blue light folks!).  No thank you.

Why the rush???? Fighting for every available dollar I guess.

Well...not me. Count me out.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I like shopping.  I like seeing the pretty holiday decorations.  I enjoy watching the children visit with Santa in his "workshop", usually near a food court or the merry-go-round, or whatever is the center of your local mall. But I do 90% of my holiday shopping online. At three in the morning, when other post-menopausals are up because they can't get back to sleep. It all comes to me, usually free shipping, via our nice UPS or FedEx person. I don't have to fight for a parking space two acres from the mall, I don't have to deal with rude or obnoxious retail amateurs, and I don't overspend, surprisingly enough.

Of course, I do venture out to do some shopping in stores, but they are the small, mom and pop places in our town. It is nice to go in to a boutique or specialty store and chat with the owners about the holidays, what merchandise they offer, and just plain visit. That type of experience "feels" like holiday shopping...not the mass market, seeing the 'earlier and earlier in the store' displays, and people just seeming so frantic because there is a SALE!

I used to be one those people...the ones who shop in the mall on black Friday, had all of the holiday cards done by the beginning of November, started my craft projects weeks and weeks before Christmas, and had the house 'hosed' down in decorations and poinsettias!  And I was a smuggy-smugster about it too. I would let everyone know...oh yes, I was "done" with my holiday preparations I'd say.  But that was wrong of me. If I did that to you, my loved ones, I am truly sorry. Christmas is not about the prep, or the gifts, or the mall, or any of it.  It is about being with those you love and care about....even if you are not able to be together in one place.

So now I still shop for the family, with a budget in mind, with thought and purpose, though I do like getting the little ones toys...well just because.

I hope I don't sound "Grinch-y" about the holidays because I'm not really. I feel like corporate America has made the season, well, just not fun anymore. It's only about how early they can grab your money....and if you buy earlier and earlier you'll spend more because there are more of those "sales" right???

So amid all the hustle and bustle, and jostle and pushing, card writing and cookie baking, or whatever your preparation and celebration, remember this, in the words of the venerable Barbara Walters, "...take some time to enjoy the view..."



Postscript..
Okay after all of 'that'...I did order ONE holiday thing waaaaaayy early. I bought a handmade Santa to add to my collection...din't judge...he's a handsome fellow just waiting to join the other guys!  But not until after we've enjoyed our turkey day dinner. Adieu mes amis!

Please, Thank You, and the Lost Art of Manners

It is amazing to me that we, the collective "we" not to be confused with the "Wii", as a society have seemed to forgotten our manners!  From "please" or "thank you" to opening a door to offering a seat to another person, there is this feeling that people, in general, are not respectful of others and display a lack of  consideration of those around them.

Is it a failing of our society...and we are all to blame in some way or another??  I do feel as though todays parents are the most at fault I suppose. Good manners seems to have fallen by the wayside, a relic of the past.  And even when you raise your own children to be respectful, to be polite and appreciative of others, it is not reinforced by society.  Sometimes even our mannerly little ones turn into adults who seem to forget 'where they came from' and the lessons they learned as a child, and they can be rude like many of those around them.

What to do? What to do?

Look at ourselves first...that is step one for sure. Do you interrupt when others are speaking? Maybe you are texting at the dinner table and seem to be ignoring everyone or thing around you? Are you even eating AT A TABLE for meals? Do you kindly say "thank you" or " please"  or "excuse me" to others?  The buck starts/stops with ourselves...so if you aren't an example how do you expect others to reciprocate???  It is easier to reinforce the concept of manners and mutual respect with family because, well, they are family. You have some leeway and freedom with them that you wouldn't have with others,  just don't criticize, belittle or embarrass your loved ones when broaching the subject.   You are not Emily Post or Miss Manners, or any other expert on etiquette, so don't judge people. Be an example of kindness and respect to family, friends, coworkers, and yes, even THAT woman...you know...the dreaded MIL (code: mother in law).

One tip I taught my son and daughter, when they were old enough to go out with friends or on a date, was how to order in a restaurant. Mind you, I explained to them that you should always be polite, but not afraid to be yourself...especially for my daughter since many young girls these days don't want to eat in front of a guy.  Anyway, for my son, I told him to always be prepared to pay for everything.  Don't take a date to a place way out of your budget...you could be sorry.  For my daughter, I have always told her to first ask her date "what looks good to you?" when you sit down with the menu. That way she might be able to determine HIS budget, if he is paying, and he won't be embarrassed.  I mean, if you are at a pricey steak place, but he is going to have a burger, maybe he didn't anticipate the costly menu and is a bit 'financially' challenged.

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I wish the lack of manners was not so prevalent today. I find it sad that so many people behave so poorly toward others, and I would be bothered by the negative feelings I had about this state of affairs.  But I'll " keep on keepin' on " so to speak.  Attempting to be a good example of the old saying...

" Do unto others...as you would have them do unto you."

Toodle-oo!!

We *Heart* San Francisco

Note: I apologize for the lack of posts lately...I have been so sad about my mom's passing last month (see my previous posting), but now I feel like I am back to normal, or thereabouts, and I am ready to resume filling the blog-o-sphere with my nonsense!  This is one of my posts I was working on before my mom's death.

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Recently the hubby had a doctor appointment in San Francisco so we decided to make a day of it and play tourist.  We are so fortunate (but, of course, I may be biased) to live near such a beautiful, exciting city....the city by the bay (cue Journey on your iPod and belt it out like you're Steve Perry ...you know you want to girlfriend!)

Unfortunately the one place we especially wanted to visit, the Legion of Honor museum, was closed for the day, so after his appointment we decided to go over to the Ferry Building to have lunch.  We lucked out and found parking practically across the street, and headed in to check things out.  Now, I will get off subject for a bit by saying if you haven't been to the Ferry Building then get yourself over there the next time you are in S.F.  There are some great restaurants, food specialty shops, home decor stores, coffee stands (HELLO...Blue Bottle is here!) and bakeries.  Samples abound and there is a wonderful farmer's market on Saturdays...but, parking does suck and can be expensive if you get a ticket so fill your meter--they are computerized now and you can even pay by smartphone so no excuse people.

Anyhoo...

We were sitting outside on the promenade (fancy word alert) watching the boats, the Bay Bridge, the seagulls, and lovers/friends/tourists/families just sitting and talking and having a great day just like us.  Sipping our coffees and eating our treats was wonderfully relaxing.

After a leisure stroll around the building, we took the Embarcadero (there is a great view of Coit Tower if you can peel your eyes away from the water...just look up!) and drove past the piers, deciding that if we were really playing "tourist" we should drive through Fisherman's Wharf and Pier 39.  Now I say we DROVE by...we don't stop here because it is a typical tourist-y place and doesn't have any appeal to us, but we thought we'd give it a go anyway.  On our way over, we did see the America's Cup boats and viewing area. This was incredibly  C-O-O-L!!!  These boats are huge and the masts are so tall...I mean we are talking "stories" tall not "feet" tall....it was awesome to see some of the boats there.  (BTW....the U.S. ended up winning the series... U S A, U S A, U S A)

Our bay area adventure ended with a drive down the crooked-est street in America...Lombard Street.  It was fun because we were in my sporty car with the top down and the sun was shining and all the flowers were in bloom everywhere and it was so gosh, dang fun.  Okay so by now it was about 4:00pm and we didn't relish the idea of dealing with all of the traffic (ahhh...realities of being in the city) so we headed home and drove down Highway 1 south stopping in Half Moon Bay for a little drinky-drink (well for me anyway cause hubby was the DD) and a snack.

Highway 1 is one of the most beautiful drives, and the stretch from the bay area to Santa Cruz is not too steep or winding, and there are lots of little beaches to pull off and have a nice little picnic or walk.  Another great drive is Highway 35 between Woodside and Highway 92...simply breathtaking scenery.  Just past Santa Cruz we decide to stop at our favorite bakery in Capitola.  Gayle's is well known for some of the most delicious baked goods and to-go entrees, and we picked up some treats to take home.

Take the time to explore your own backyard, just playing tourist once in a while, gets you out and about and maybe we can appreciate how much there is to be thankful for....each and every day.

One Week

1936 - 2013

Today marks one week since my mother passed away.  The sadness feels overwhelming at times. I start to cry, but I hold back and stop because I feel if I let go I might not stop. During the last three weeks of her life, laying there in the ICU, I really didn't think she actually might not make it. We all cried together, staying at the hospital day and night, knowing she wasn't recovering, but we never gave up hope until the last moments.

My mother was a complicated woman. Kind, nurturing, and caring, sometimes difficult, but always loving. She could make me crazy....but I wish I could see her, standing in her kitchen smiling and cooking, just one more time.  And though my mom was physically a tiny, petite woman (especially as she got older), she could stand toe to toe with anyone if she felt they were threatening her family.  We would say she was "small but mighty" and always protective of her children.



I am the eldest of her six daughters, and we have a close knit family.  We had a simple life as a military family, not much in the way of financial comforts, but plenty in the loving and caring home my parents kept for us.  My dad was the foundation of the family; the breadwinner and provider, and my mom was the center, or heart, of our family.  She would always try so hard to make sure we were well fed, clean and healthy, dressed well, and happy.  I didn't realize, as a child, how difficult it must have been to stretch my dad's paycheck to make ends meet and provide for all us kids.  I did once I had my own family, of course, and I often thanked my mom for everything she must have sacrificed so we could have the things we needed as children.  She never complained about not having anything for herself, and somehow she and my dad found a way to provide for our family.

She was an excellent cook; a fact well-known among family and friends. She was self-taught and made all kinds of comfort foods for anyone who wanted something to eat. If you walked in the door to her house, she would offer to make you something and then proceed to whip up a complete meal!  That little lady would bounce around her kitchen, opening everything from the cupboards to the pantry to the refrigerator, and before you know it she'd be saying "Can someone set the table? dinner is ready!" We'd just turn to look at her and be in awe....where did it all come from????   Her meals were always so delicious and comforting. One of the things I will miss most about my mom is that your walk in her door, sit down at the kitchen table, she'd fix you a plate and you'd just feel "I am home." My husband and my children feel the same way. Somehow being at grandma's house felt like "home." I think to my mother, making you a delicious meal, or favorite dish, was one of her ways of giving you a big hug.
 

My mother was a wonderful homemaker.  She was ALWAYS rearranging and redecorating our house.  She wanted our home to be warm, inviting, comfortable, and beautiful.  Part of her legacy is that daughters have "inherited" her desire to change up their surroundings because all of us move things about all the time, and everyone's home is similar to my mother's (the running joke among the SIL's is that you need to turn a light on if you get up in the middle of the night...you never know where the furniture is).  My mom would fix up our bedrooms with inexpensive bedding and hand-me-downs, but we didn't care because she made it so pretty...just for her girls.
For the holidays, she would practically "hose down" the house with festive decorations!  Every nook and cranny had some special something or other; and our Christmas tree was always front and center, decorated with dime store ornaments and school projects--it was always so beautiful and filled with memories.  When we were very young, we had this cardboard fireplace that she bought and set up each Christmas so we'd have place to hang our stockings.  That thing traveled with us for many years until it finally just fell apart.  The first Christmas without it was kind of sad (we taped our stockings on the front door) so my mom earned enough money working part time in order to save up to buy an electric fireplace from the thrift store on base to replace it.  The holidays were important to my mother, and my husband and children have spent every Christmas Eve at my parent's house, though the last 13 without my dad.  It is so sad, especially for the grandchildren, because it is a family tradition that we all go to grandma's house for Christmas Eve.  Our families are always together at the holidays; the last 38 years in my mom's current home. 

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My mom was not a saint; she was a person who had human faults like all of us.  She chose to try and see the good side to everyone and everything.  Her family was most important to her and had always been the focus of her life.  She was spiritual, and I know that she is with my dad, her parents and her siblings, and all those who she loved that have passed before her.  My sadness is because I will not see any more on this physical earth, but I know I will get to see her and my dad and all the others again when it is my time to go.  I am lucky to have so many memories to ease the pain and my own loving family to comfort me as I will comfort them.

God looked around his garden and found an empty place.

He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.

He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain,

He knew that you would never get well on earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb,

so He closed your weary eyelids and whispered, "Peace is thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone,

for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

 

 

 

Oh...It's Called a Hiatus

Okay so it's a fancy word that just means I am taking a "break".

The hubby is recovering well from his surgery (see previous post in June). We have spent much time together and it has been fun and relaxing, of course except for the pain from surgery and starting PT and the allergic reactions and can't walk, sit, or stand easily, but yeah it's been good except for all of that stuff.

So I started several posts, but didn't get around to posting some them until today.  And there are a couple more on the way...stay tuned...and now we'll return you to your regular programming...in my case it's Tyler Florence's show....he's not hard on the eyes that's for sure!

Coming Out of the Closet

It's time to purge purge purge. Out with old...and make room for the new!

Ever stand in front of your closet, staring blankly at all the money you spent (er...uh..or the credit balance you have) and thought WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?!?  All of this clothing and nothing is saying "I am the perfect thing to wear to the (INSERT...wedding...lunch...bar mitzvah...garage sale...romantic dinner etc)"

This is me. I have a bunch of pieces and yet here I stand, all too frequently, thinking there is nothing here. But it's not really about clothes right???  Is that what you're thinking? Sometimes we hold onto clothing because we spent a lot on it, or we found a good bargin, or there is a sentimental attachment, or maybe we just know we're gonna be inspired to lose weight and fit into all that gorgeousness. And there it all sits, year after year, reminders of waste and unfulfilled goals. Ugh...depressing myself.

Excuse me une moment s'il vous plait.

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Okay I'm back. Just getting a little full of myself and I needed a cold splash of water on my face. Now I'm better.

Cleaning out your closet can be a catharsis (I like the sound of that $10 word) and a liberating experience. Once you make the decision to go forward, just be ruthless about setting aside stuff that you no longer want, need, fit, or were made in the last century...unless it is a black, wool Chanel pencil skirt...now THAT would be probably the only thing you might want to keep except if it is a size 2 and you are now, after birthing all the kids, a size 14...in that case no amount of magic, or Spanx, will get you back in to that thing!

Let it go girlfriend. If you think you'll have a hard time making decisions about stuff, ask a friend to come over and help. You might even need to hire a professional for advice about what to keep, how to organize properly, and what pieces you need to add to your closet to get the optimum use out of your clothing.

I find the easiest for me is to first look at something...too small...it goes right away. Same holds true for outdated/old stuff, formal wear, or anything that looks like my daughter might wear it. AND if you have anything that is a maternity garment in your closet, and you are not going to bear anymore babies, you better get up from your sofa right now and toss that stuff out this instant!

Now if you have some clothing and accessories that you might want to resale, like designer labels, you should contact a consignment shop. This way you could earn a little cash rather than just donate valuable items to charity. Just know that when you consign things they must be in very good/excellent condition and clean. You would probably receive about 20% of retail. For example if you paid $600 for a bag, they might sell it for $300 and you would get $120. Of course this is an example...most stores will base their price on condition and desirability of a label...some designer labels are more in demand than others.

Okay so now you have purged your closet...no more clutter. Now get yourself some good hangers (Costco has a set of 50 velour hangers for less than $30...they worked great for me) and hang your stuff up. I find if I hang everything rather than fold it, I use it more often.  Even sweaters are folded and hung on a hanger. The other plus to hanging is that you don't have to iron all the time...it's all ready to wear when you need it.  Now make note of some of the basics you are missing (you can find stylists suggestions on the web) and add those to your wardrobe. Fill in with accessories like bright scarves and costume jewelry and you'll be set.

You are going to feel refreshed after your closet purge. Remember to put aside your emotions, let go and b-r-e-a-t-h-e...afterall it's just a sweater/skirt/jacket/purse/scarf (etc) for goodness sakes!

It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere!

So first let me state (emphatic disclaimer) I'm not advocating overindulging or being irresponsible or endangering oneself or others or being just plain falling down intoxicated or unconscious, but... on occasion, don't you think it's okay to enjoy a spirit or two?  I must admit a nice glass of wine, an ice cold beer, or a even a cocktail can be just what I need to relax.  I'm talking about savoring and enjoying a drink, not being the idiot guzzling down a few in rapid succession to see how quickly one can toss their cookies.

Ok I'll say it. I enjoy a cocktail once in a while, especially when the weather is really warm. Long Island Ice Tea and margaritas are my favorites, though a Maker's Mark and diet coke is good too (don't judge!).  Last year the  hubby received a bottle of Puerto Rican rum from a client as a "thank you" gift and man-o-man was it delicious. Sweet, syrupy, and smoky...yummy yum yum. We had one shot each night (ok...hubby had a few more, but whose counting?) until that bottle was gone.  Side note: he is funny when he is a little tipsy. But who really cares? The hubby is usually the DD so he rarely drinks alcohol at all but we were at home and we are WAY over the legal drinking age so why not. And that's the way it should be I think. Responsible adults who want to enjoy themselves.

There is a line, of course, between enjoyment and abuse. It is important to know your limits.  In a previous post I had alluded to a situation involving excessive drinking and knowing when to cut people off.  It can be a tough thing to deal with especially if the person is an "angry" not a "happy" drunk and you may give them more leeway than you should cause you don't want an argument or scene.  I think the best approach is to control the flow of alcohol.  One of the best is just limiting drink options for the party. Have a signature cocktail rather than an open set up with bottle of booze out so guests can help themselves....those with little self control will quickly consume all of your Grey Goose and Patron and make arses of his or her self. If you set up a cooler or tub, control how many bottles and cans are set out...chill maybe two per person to start then slowly replace throughout the party. Same goes for wine...open a couple bottles to start then one at a time as needed.

Probably the most awkward scenario is when a guest brings their OWN libations.  You should suggest they share with everyone and just mix their drinks with yours.  Hopefully it will help disapate the alcohol consumption so that guest does not drink a cooler full of drinks. Its a tough call but better they are a little "put out" then them getting totally zonked and getting into an accident or worse.

Okay enough soapbox talk....I gotta find my corkscrew!

Hail to the Chief

So my son, SC, got a chance to see the President when Air Force One landed at Whiteman AFB (in "misery" as he calls it otherwise known as Missouri).  SC is recovering with a broken ankle so he has desk duty for now. It was fortunate for him cause he was right there when the President landed for his visit to the university campus in Warrensburg. He said it was pretty exciting to see the President up close and all the secret service people around the airfield. The base is pretty secure anyway cause that is where the B2 bombers are kept as well as some "weapons" but I am sure the secret service people take no chances. Anyway he called to tell us about it and I found a video posted by another airman. Check it out  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4npllFmA9wU&sns=em.

That is all...roger...copy that...out.

As Time Goes By...Bye

Do you ever say this..."where did the time go?"  It may be trite, but it is true as sayings go.

When I was a kid it seemed that each day lasted for-ev-er. I can still remember checking the wall clock in the classroom, waiting and WAITING, for recess, or lunch, or time to go home (and watch Dark Shadows...did you?). The days would drag on and on. But. Then. There would be the weekend or school breaks...Saturday morning cartoons, Christmas and Easter (schools were not yet politically correct in the 60s), then summer vacay.  Unfortunately, those times seemed to go by too quickly.

After high school, I got a j-o-b in the "real world" and that's when the days seemed to start moving faster and faster. Then came love, then came marriage, then came the babies in the baby carriage, and whoa...each day passed so quickly, life was a blur. I remember back in the day, when we spent a small fortune on photo developing at Costco, trying capture those fleeting "firsts" and special moments in time.  First smile, first steps, first sit on the potty... to the trips to Disneyland, camping, soccer and basketball games... to birthday parties, the new minivan, running through the sprinkler, splashing in the waves at the beach, riding bikes, and numerous other memories... special times and moments that we all have.

Enter the tech revolution and thank goodness for digital cameras.  It became easier than ever to capture- - -time.  Now you can record video snippets or take ump-teen pictures and it doesn't cost a thing.  Snap, snap away!  It saved all of us a bunch of money and time developing pictures...though I think it did put the Kodak and Polaroid film out of business.  We could view our pictures on our phone, computer or even on our TV....so easy....and we could print whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. 

**A word of advice...be sure to back up your picture files so you don't lose anything.  This is coming from a non-techno savvy baby boomer, but I do know the importance of backing up files even though I still cannot figure out iCloud (where is a 12 year old when you need 'em? I mean they seem to have all this gobbledygook figured out. Guess that's what happens when you are weened on XBox and Playstation. Any-hoo.) I digress.

Hup, two, three, four...excuse me, Father Time, can we just HALT for a minute or two? No such luck I guess.

*Intermission*

 



To quote Truvy Jones in the chick-flick, Steel Magnolias, "Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face."

Now, in my "middle third," I look in the mirror and see this old(er) lady lookin' at me...WTHeck!?!  I think I'm gonna need some makeup tricks now more than ever!  Something to bring a little "more youthful" appearance to fine lines and wrinkles. Isn't that how the cosmetic commercials go?  I figured changing up some of my makeup would probably be the easiest way to stop (nope...cannot do that), rather slow down the effects of time.  I don't want to erase ALL of the hills and valleys on my face and body because they are evidence that I am actually living, and I'm not opposed to plastic surgery or injections, like Botox, but they can be so expensive, not to mention painful.  Why not just try cosmetics first...before cosmetic surgery right?  I think I just want to look, you know...refreshed.

*Disclosure alert: I have had a "tummy tuck" so I really do think if you want surgery, by all means do it if it will make you feel better...I know I'm happy with the results.

So my daily regimen has evolved through the years and now my makeup includes products labeled 'anti-aging', 'minimizes', 'all-smooth', and 'reduces fine lines', etc.  Plus, I also seem to need a variety of products to try and give me a polished look...more than ever before.

my makeup "collection"

To be sure, I've been pretty lucky as far as the condition of my skin. I didn't start using moisturizer each day until I was in my early 30s. When I was a teenager, and until my late 20s, I used Noxzema. It was what my mother used so it was what I used, and honestly, I didn't have any acne problems.  It must be some kind of industrial strength stuff.  I still do not cleanse my face with anything other than hand soap, and my moisturizer is whatever drugstore brand in on sale. Nothing special. I have used many makeup brands from the expensive, like Chanel, to the cheap, like Cover Girl.  Some things are worth the splurge and some not so much. The products I use now work well for me.

I'm also not out tanning like in my 'single lady' days, and I used a sunblock if I'm going to be out and about, but this is good for anyone not just us "seasoned" gals.  I do not smoke, but could definitely need to start a diet/exercise plan...stat.  It is important to take care of yourself before time really beats you up!

So now, armed with my makeup bag o' tricks, I can hopefully be ready for that digital close up when I take that next picture. Wait...what did you say??? What about looking great, i.e. younger, with high-definition resolution...oy vey. Solution on the way and one word comes to mind...Photoshop.

Waiting Room Blues

I am sitting in a hospital waiting room (surfing the internet) and reflecting on life, love, family and friends. My hubby is in still in surgery and I am now the last person left waiting...it has been a long day for us. I know in my mind he will be okay, but my heart still worries. I have been watching people, family and friends, coming and going all day...waiting for news. I hear the doctors say their loved one is okay and recovering well. I want to hear this too.

He is undergoing, yet another, back surgery. He has been through this before and knows what to expect, but it still isn't easy.  Hopefully it will be finished soon so he can begin the recovery phase and feel better.  He is fortunate to have wonderful doctors and is in good hands...literally.  So I am just waiting...and waiting...and waiting.

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The surgeon just came out and said hubby is okay and in recovery...thank goodness.  The surgery went well, though it took a little longer than planned. He will be in the hospital a couple of days (you know--insurance) then home. So glad it is over and hope he will be feeling better once he has recuperated.

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So now I am waiting for him to get to his room. It is enormous. Geesh...we are so lucky to have this place. It looks like a hotel. If you have to be in the hospital this is not bad believe me.

I can't wait to see him...then I know everything is okay...for sure.

Leaving THE Nest

So my son ,SC, calls on a Sunday night and says he has finally received the approval/orders to move his stuff out to Missouri, where is is currently stationed (USAF). Yippee I say then he tells me...and... oh yeah, his leave starts on Tuesday (yes...less than 48 hours...that Tuesday); he will be flying out for a couple of weeks to pack up and drive back to MO.

"Wait...wh-what?!?" the mom in me thinks.

I am thrilled to have him home, anytime, cause MO is far away. You cannot easily drive there, and flying can be expensive. We miss him every day.  But there is a flight to arrange, a moving truck has to be reserved, and...ahem...what about the money to pay for everything.

He is, of course, acting like it is no big deal.  No problem he says. He has the flight (Tuesday a.m. arriving at SFO)...he'll call the truck place when he gets here, and, well, he has the money. The AF will reimburse him once he gets back and submits his paperwork. 

Okay, we think, he really does have this thought through. Silly us. 

I pick him up and it is wonderful to see him and give him a great big ol' hug. He looks tired but glad to be home. We talk about his plan and I start to realize he doesn't really know what or how to get this move done. After all, just the drive itself is daunting. Three to four days...long days...on a pretty boring interstate, by yourself. Not to mention sorting boxes and stuff accumulated over the last few years that are sitting in our garage. But it is so great to see him.  

SC has a good visit with friends, sleeps late, and takes long baths (he only has a shower in his apt), looming overhead is the move. He is lucky though, cause Dad has already reserved a truck since SC forgot to do this. Then comes touchy subject of money. He figures costs and realizes that it is going to cost TWICE as much as he thought it would. He is in a bind but too proud to talk frankly and openly with us. It comes to a head, but before the discussion blows up to a huge argument, I get them to understand they want the same thing...to be heard. It is a life lesson for our son. He wants to be independent, not ask for help, and is stubborn. It can be difficult to talk with your parents sometimes...we know this...we get it. But there are times when you need help and that's what parents do...he now understands this...he gets it. 

So Dad shows him he has already set up a credit line and gas card for him to cover the expenses a long time ago because he knew this day would come and SC might not have the money upfront. The reimbursement from the military will be transferred directly to the cards.  Hubby is teaching him about responsibility and that it is not "free" money.  Everyone is happily relieved and now we can enjoy a peaceful dinner...thank goodness!

SC left on Sunday morning...it was Father's Day. It was a very emotional goodbye this time. All his stuff was packed in a moving truck and ready to go. It feels like he is really moving out. Not like before when he always had stuff "at home".  He was anxious and nervous about the drive because he has never driven so far on his own. We have armed him with travel guides, maps, a flashlight, first aid supplies....and a big bag of snacks...mama's contribution.  We went over the route, made suggestions where to stop, offered cautions about traveling alone, etc...mom and dad stuff. Then we just hug and hang on to him for an extra moment or two before giving him a pat on the back and send him on his way. He is tearful and I get a huge lump in my throat. He is all grown up.

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Epilogue. 
He made it back to MO in one piece.  It took three days and countless bottles of water and bags of beef jerky, but he finally got there and is all moved in. We are hoping to make it out there for a visit soon. 

Changes

Okay, so lately I have been feeling a little hum-drum--in general.

The hairdo was not working anymore and the wardrobe is kinda drab...alright...very drab.  I have been ensconced in black and gray clothing for years now, and it is no longer the "cool, hip, urban" look it once was, just boring and blah. I looked like I had been styled by Frumpy...Dumpy... and...Schlumpy...the anti-fashion "dwarfs".  It was time for some changes.

So while I was out and about last week, perusing the local thrift shops and resale stores, I found a pretty pair of bright pink earrings. Very nice and really cheap. The perfect way, I thought, to ease back in to wearing bright colors a bit at a time.  Anyway, I get the earrings and wear them out of the store, but this story doesn't have a happy ending. I managed to lose them while shopping and trying on other clothing.  I did retrace my steps, but no one turned them in so it is my loss. However, because I loved the color so much, they did inspire me to keep adding colorful clothing and accessories back in to my wardrobe to update my style (it's funny, but I am not afraid to buy very colorful handbags for some reason.  In a previous post I mentioned a purple violet suede bag I scored at the outlet mall, and I have leather bags in red, pewter, green, and even yellow, but clothing is another story).

It is so easy to fall into the "black goes with anything" trap.  I used to wear lots of color--not clownish color--but bright cotton tops and colored denim, soft pattern prints and bold sweaters, but over the years I kept adding black "basics" to my wardrobe that eventually most of the color disappeared and the black took over. Plus I was probably just being lazy. Face it, you can go to the closet, pick out a black top, black pants, black cardi, and black flats and call it done...Garanimals for the blah and boring.  Time to embrace color, and there are many budget options as far as inexpensive summer tees and accessories, like H&M, Forever 21 and Old Navy, that I can pair with my dark (read--black) pants and leggings so I can feel brighter,and not blah, without making a huge investment.  Baby steps.

The other BIG change is that I decided to get a (much needed) haircut. I went short, shorty, short my friends. After growing out my hair for awhile, it was just so damaged on the ends and flat on top. I found myself twisting it up with a claw holder every day...ugh. When I washed my hair I was also just basically airdrying it most of the time instead of styling it. Longer hair takes a lot of work if you want it to look good...even if you are going for a casual, wavy, beachy look.  It requires scrunching, drying, curling, and several products to look "natural". Ugh, again. I no longer have the patience, or physical ability (I have rheumatoid arthritis and holding the brushes, irons, etc are getting difficult). So I go to visit my favorite hairstylist, my sister-in-law, and she gives me a cute, layered, SHORT bob. It is reminiscent of a 20s wavy look...it is kind of Gatsby-esque. Anyway I love it and it was great to get all that dead weight off my head. Since my hair texture is more coarse now, lots of factors for this, the layering really lends itself to airdrying and my natural wavy hair. I like the ease of just running my fingers through to fluff it up and using a bit of product here and there to hold the curl and I...am...out...the...door!  I plan on posting a couple of pics when I am all done up so you get the full effect. Check back next week.

Sometimes we just need to refresh ourselves. It might be a new hairstyle or a pair of earrings that do the trick. Sometimes we need a bigger change like changing our diet to lose weight or committing to an exercise program to regain strength and flexibility (I need this too). Sometimes it is in baby steps or maybe it's a big ol' jolt that moves us out of complacency.

Don't be afraid to take hold and move forward girlfriend...you'll l-o-v-e the new bounce in your step!

Sunrise...Sunset...Swiftly Go the Days

Just celebrated another birthday.  Year 2012 moved on so quickly to 2013, zooming right past GO, but I didn't collect my 200 dollars!  You know, it may be trite, but true...the days DO go faster with each passing year. All the more reason to appreciate every moment and breath you take.

I still feel the same on the inside, but the outside is definitely showing a little more "wear and tear"...maybe you know what I mean?!?  In fact, the real gauge of time quickly marching on are my "kids" and my nieces and nephews. When we have a big family get together and realize all of these sitting around are my mother's grandchildren ....that's when I feel old! It seems like just yesterday they were all being born.  Now they are are old enough to buy me a beer...oy!

The hubby was full of surprises all week leading up to my special day...thank you honey!  Its not about gifts (though it is important for spouses/significant others to make sure if you give a present, it is very thoughtful and special and ONLY for the birthday person...never something for the house or family use unless specifically requested...¿Entiendo?)  My only request on my birthday (and Mother's Day, too) is that I do not cook or clean the house.  That's my rule and I'm sticking to it. Gifts and cards are great, but a call or even text, is what I like best.  I think the older the hubby and I get, the less we want, and don't need, so the simple things like a phone call mean a lot to us...it really is the "thought that counts."

I'm a Bricoleur!

You know I sometimes try to use incorporate words or phrases from other languages, right?  I wish I was proficient, but alas, I am not...I just like the sounds of the words. Anyway when I was out of town this weekend, I went to a really cool place that housed a beautiful garden nursery and small shops in what used to be a fruit packing warehouse. Among the shops was a small vintage store called the Vintage Bricoleur. It was a wonderful space with an eclectic mix of antiques and new things.  I found some small old glasses and a tiny sugar and creamer...love love love!

Anyway, when I first saw the sign for the shop, I loved the sound of the word though I didn't know what it meant. The young woman there explained what the term means and voila, I thought, this is me!  A bricoleur (brik-e-loo'er) is one who makes creative and resourceful use of whatever materials are at hand, regardless of their original purpose.  Hello??? That's me,...and most of my compadres I guess.

Well gal-pals and fellow crafty crafters, we now have a fancy French handle...takers???

So.... mes amis, a bientôt j'espère!

Old Glory

Just read an article about Memorial Day and flying the flag.

We began flying the flag on our front porch on September 12, 2001. Though we always had a love of country, we felt it was important, at the time, to have a public display of our support for our nation, as millions of others did as well.  It was comforting during that fearful time, and we have displayed a flag at our front door ever since.

There is a proper etiquette to displaying the flag.  Honestly, we had never given it much thought prior to 9/11. Sure we were respectful of the flag, proudly laying our hands over our hearts while singing the national anthem, but that was kinda it. After we began displaying the flag, we found out there was a responsibility for taking care of it.

Some of the most important things to remember is that the flag IS NOT a decoration but a symbol of the nation and should be treated respectfully. Never let it touch the ground. Do not use the flag as a decor item (like a tablecloth or seat cover...it should not be stepped on, etc), but it is okay to use bunting or fabric for decoration...just not an actual flag. You should replace the flag when it is damaged or worn, and it should never, ever be thrown in the trash. If your flag is worn and you are ready to replace it, it should be burned or you can properly fold it and take to an American Legion for appropriate disposal. Check out this link for options on displaying the flag:
//www.houzz.com/ideabooks/10259803/list/Hang-Your-American-Flag-With-Etiquet

We have had several flags over the years. Each time we replace one we fold it carefully and take it in for proper disposal. This is not a chore, but our responsibility and one we proudly perform.

" Oh say does that Star Spangled Banner still wave / O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"

Ahhh...The Start of Summer

I took this picture in the garden.

Memorial Day weekend is here.  I love how you wake up on Saturday morning and suddenly feels like summer.  Everyone who is out and about is ready to start a vay-cay ....including me.  We think about heading to the beach, starting up the grill, or going to see a blockbuster movie. Fun in the sun stuff.

But Memorial Day has the word "memorial" in it for a reason....to honor to the men and women who serve, or who have served, in the US armed forces.  We are proud to have a son serving in the Air Force and both of our fathers both were career Army soldiers.  This holiday is especially meaningful to our family.

So enjoy your barbecues, picnics, beach fun, and (hopefully) good weather.  Just don't forget to take a moment, sometime during the weekend, to reflect about the importance of the members of our military and what they have given in order for us to have the freedoms we have today...thousands of them made the ultimate sacrifice for our country.

"...ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country."  John F. Kennedy

Read more here: http://www.miamiherald.com/2013/05/25/3415237/the-meaning-of-memorial-day.html#storylink=cpy

O K L A H O M A

I have been watching the news coverage, of the tornados in Oklahoma, off and on for the last 24 hours.  Not only is it gutwrenching to see the devastation that has happened to the communities of Moore and Shawnee, but I have been concerned about the weather situation because my son, SC, is in the Air Force and stationed in Missouri.  Each time the weather person talks about the path of the storms, I scan the map to see how close or what direction it has been moving to see if he is in harm's way.  Fortunately, other than bad weather, he has not been affected at all.

Each story about what has happened to the people there, especially if it involves children, is heartbreaking.  It just proves how quickly your life can change and how we should be thankful for each and every day.

If you are feeling like you want to help, I urge you to make a donation to the Red Cross www.redcross.org/donate  or Salvation Army www.salvationarmyusa.org/tornado.  These organizations will be helping families and the community recover and money is what is most needed right now and in the future.

So hug your loved ones a little closer and keep the victims in your thoughts (and prayers).

You sure smell nice girlfirend!

Okay, I am a sniffer.  I admit it. Sometimes I'm subtle with my sniff sniff sniffing. And you probably won't even know I'm doing it. I love the different smells of life like fresh baked bread, cut grass, the ocean, garlic, a Starbucks (as you open the door), babies, Christmas trees, my hubby's cologne, fresh sheets, and chocolate anything.

A few days ago, I met a friend for a long overdue lunch. As we are standing in line to place our order, I caught a whiff of her perfume. Wow. It was a soft flowery fragrance that smelled great. So I ask her what it was and she said "something Chanel" but she couldn't remember the name...she got it a long time ago. Since it is close to my b-day, I am in the market for a new fragrance and ask if she will text me the name so I can try to find it (I went through a list of ones I knew including the classics but it wasn't one of them). I will post it when she sends me the name in case anyone is interested. Anyway luckily she is a good friend so I know she didn't think I was a weirdo sniffing her hair while standing in line ordering an eggplant sandwich!

I also did just get a scented mailer for a fragrance by Viktor & Rolf called Flowerbomb. Love it as well. I rubbed that sucker all over my body and tried to find reasons to stick my arms and neck under the hubby's nose so he would get the hint. I usually get a perfume as a gift from him because he can't go wrong as far as size (he says it is no-win....too small and he doesn't know me and too big and I'm insulted...go figure).  So hubby and I were out and about yesterday and he surprised me with a bottle...yippee! Soft and pretty and now sitting on the counter so my guests can enjoy same as me...any takers?  I like to leave my perfume out so my galpals can use if they want.  I used to just keep them stored away, but they sat around and got old. No fun. I thought better to share so that's what I do now.

Smells evoke memories and I love that.  Isn't funny how you can get a whiff of something and be immediately transported to a place or time? Just like that (snap).

Potatoes are NOT the enemy..and neither is chocolate or Cheetos!

I was at Whole Paycheck recently, to pick up a couple of things, and I have to say I just love to go through the aisles looking at all of the yumminess.  The fruits and veggies, bulk grains and spices, that meat counter, the ready prepared items and the desserts (oh yeah)...lover-ly to look at.  I think about the dishes I could make with the different ingredients and, soon, I am inspired to cook up somethin' (I'm sure the beautiful displays are the result of a calculated effort courtesy of the marketing department).

We are not riche by any stretch of the imagination, and for sure WF is expensive if you go hog-wild (have you seen the price of "hog" these days!?!), but with very careful planning you can pick up an item or two, without busting the wallet, to add to your other staples to make a delicious dish.  I went for some really nice looking Yukon Golds. I know they are just potatoes, and you can get YG anywhere, but these were not blemished and were firm and looked great (kinda like when I was 20).  I got them home and made my sister's de-lish recipe for oven roasted potatoes. Ahhh...joie mes amis!

Foods are not bad for you...the way we prepare, or how much we consume, it is. As with anything I think common sense and moderation is needed so you can enjoy eating what you want. For instance, I know conventional wisdom (and practically every diet plan) says that those beautiful YG potatoes, or any other potato except maybe sweet potatoes, are not good for you to eat. And I agree, if the only potatoes you eat are seved in a red paper container with a big yellow "M" on it and you are munching on them multiple times a week! Or slathered in butter, sour cream and a mountain of melted cheese and bacon!   But YG, russets, or even sweet, are delicious if they are roasted or baked with a little olive oil and seasonings... it's okay to enjoy something--the real thing--just because it tastes GOOD...as long as you are treating yourself once in a while..."life is too short"...y'know?

And while I'm on the subject...

I love chocolate.  It is another one of those "not good for ya" foods, but I love chocolate. Unfortunately, I (finally) figured out that chocolate can be a trigger for migraines for me. If I eat more than a small piece, I am sure to get a very bad headache and be out of commission for a least a day...totally.  But it is hard to resist sometimes because I LOVE chocolate, especially the good stuff...though I am an equal opportunity consumer and also enjoy a Milky Way or a Mounds as well!  Halloween and Christmas are hard for me cause chocolate is EVERYWHERE you go and just smells so darn yummy! But I limit myself to one small piece or bite so I can enjoy the "good stuff"...the real thing...and not a substitute that does not really taste that great (no matter how much you try to convince yourself carob tastes the same as Godiva or Recchiuti chocolates...it doesn't). I know my limits, and  if I really want a lot of chocolate...I make the decision to deal with the consequences. If you really want to indulge, you know what you have to do to counter the effects of that indulgence.  Did I mention I love chocolate?!?

So go ahead and enjoy what you want...you call the shots and there is no shame indulging once in a while....no apology necessary. Potatoes, chocolate, wine, ice cream, steak, pasta, cake, pizza... heck...even Cheetos (snack size please)...give yourself that "no guilt" pleasure and savor every dang bite!

"Laissez le bon temps rouler!"

Feeding the Soul, Part Deux

Now back to our regularly schedued programming...

As I was saying in the previous post, I think the spirited part of our soul is probably the most significant aspect to me because I think it is about our emotional heart (sorry Mr. Plato..I'm taking spirited maybe a bit more emotional than you intended?)  I get the whole striving to be a balanced person thing, but I find when I have focused my efforts and fill my "emotional heart"....I feed my soul.   It is usually the (seemingly) small or simple gestures can sometimes make the most emotional impact, and when a person's motivation is honest and pure, you know you've done a really good thing and it just feels "true."**  Although you should also remember that it is very important to take care and nurture your self as well as others.   Not in a selfish, egotistical way but rather making yourself strong (emotionally) so you can be a "rock" for others who are in need of your strength and support.

**When I talk about helping others, I don't necessarily mean like actually physically helping them or maybe giving or donating money, though this can be what is needed and what you might provide.  Sometimes little things like just randomly calling or texting someone to say "hi" or dropping off a plate of cookies or whatever is the best medicine for a sick day. 

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I really like the song "Imagine" by John Lennon.  It is playing on my radio right now.  That man wrote some brilliant songs (Paul McCartney too.)  I sometimes get emotional when I hear "Imagine" because it makes me feel like there is hope for this world and that you are not alone. The concept that there is always hope is important to me.  I will listen to this song and, while I know he is making a politcal statement, I focus on the line

"Imagine all the people, Living life in peace"

I think this is what most people on this planet really want....to live their regular, everyday lives in peace and happiness.  It is hard, at times, to see the good in each day because of the craziness in the world. It is hard, at times, to give to others when you are tired after taking care of the everyday tasks and responsibilities necessary to live. It is hard, at times, to remember to take time out to nurture relationships important to you (spouse, kids, family, friends, God, etc etc etc).  But it is so worth it to make the sacrifice...and find satisfaction for the soul.

Now it's time to make some REAL chicken soup!

Feeding the Soul

Did you ever wonder about what "feeds" your soul???  Do you even believe that you have a soul?!?  I suppose a "soul" can have different meanings to different people depending on life experiences, if one is religious or what is valuble or important to someone.  A spouse or significant other, child(ren), family, friends, job, a special talent or gift, God/Jesus/Allah/ Buddha, etc., may help to give your life focus and meaning.

I was reading something the other day, about human nature and the soul, and it got me thinking about the concept of feeding the soul (and no it wasn't a 'chicken soup' book).  It was just an article, and it mentioned the Greek philospher, Plato, who argued that the human soul had three parts: Appetitive, Rational, and Spirited. (Ok...before going any further....I am not that smart or "deep" so don't get the idea that since I mentioned Plato, I am a scholarly person or trying to impress the audience...I'm not) To continue...in a nutshell...Plato basically said the appetitive aspect is responsible for the needs or cravings to sustain life such as thirst or hunger, the rational is the thinking or intellect aspect, and the spirited ensures the dictates of reason are followed and desires are controlled.  Is this really what a "soul" is?  Hmmm...I think I need a class in philosphy.

While feeding our appetitive soul is important...I mean you aren't going to be much good to anyone if you are starved to death, and being rational keeps us on an organized path through life, I think feeding your spirited soul might be the most significant "part" of the soul to me though to truly be a balanced person, Plato theorized that each of the three parts should be equal.  Of course this discussion could take/has taken up days, weeks, months, years, centuries for debate and way more time than I originally planned.

Uh-oh, my head is hurting from all this contemplation....time to take a short break and a word from our sponsors....

Handle with Care....uh

Okie-dokie...so I had started a post about a week ago and then just lost focus on what I wanted to say.  Typical these days...more brain f**ts than ever before.  So I just sat on the post, so to speak, deciding which direction I was going to go (think Scarecrow...Dorothy...yellow brick road...). 

Originally I wanted to say something about avoiding cross-contamination (why you ask? well last week I was watching the Pioneer Woman handle raw chicken to start with...and I can be fanatical about cleanliness when handling chicken...don't know where the fear comes from...)  I think this is a good start so I begin typing, blah blah blah, and go off on several tangents and realize I am blathering (uh kinda like right now).  Anyway I've decided since I can't seem to tie in uncooked poultry to my other ideas I am going to say my peace about it so my mind can MOVE ON:

1. Use a separate cutting surface for raw meat/poultry.
2. Wash your hands thoroughly (soap and warm water) and for a good amount of time (hum the "Happy Birthday" song, the Star Spangled Banner, a chorus from California Girls, whateva) to ensure cleanliness OR just use latex gloves...word of caution when you are singing cause if you sing too loud your family or neighbors might think you are a little "koo-koo" or practicing to try out for Idol or the Voice.
3. Use separate  knives or cooking utensils when handling or preparing raw meat/poultry and vegetables; or wash the utensils thoroughly with soap and hot water between uses while cooking.
4. Clean any spice jars, bottles, or other containers if you do happen to touch them if you have handled raw meat/poultry; **if you use those little bowls of salt and pepper (I do) like celebrity chefs use, NEVER, EVER put your fingers in the bowls if you have touched raw meat/poultry.

TIP: I like to put all of my spices on a plate before I start cutting up meat/poultry to avoid touching jars or bottles with dirty fingers...remember mis-en-place (there's that French phrase again).

Allright so I think I've gotten my point across enough that I will be able to focus on other ways to handle life with care.

 

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Oh lord-y...brain f**ting again!  I have lost my train of thought as I am rereading this post.  I. am. getting. out. of. here. uh fast.  Just gonna post this so my gray matter can move it move it.

"After all...tomorrow is another day" (another reference to a 1939 movie...cue Scarlett...drama...oy)

Off the (food) path

So we were up north for hubby's three hour doctor appointment yesterday (the never-ending story) and I buzz over to one of Westfield's finest for some retail therapy. I'm a happy little clam looking forward to picking up a some treats (not too expensive)....driving with the sunglasses on, wind in the hair, and a few bucks in the wallet...oh yeah! I score a parking spot oh-so-close to the entrance and I'm ready to walk through the doors.

Then....okay is it just me or has customer service gone the way of the dinosaur and cassette tapes and all but disappeared?  Or am I just becoming cranky?  Shopping at the mall was not as much fun as it used to be. I had difficulty getting someone's attention to just take my money and ring up my purchase....I mean I'm trying to continue to stimulate the economy people.  Frustrated I just left items on the counter and walked out of the stores...I'm talking to you Pottery Barn, Talbots, Macys, et al.  Lately I seem to be more aware of incidents regarding a lack of customer service because I don't go out shopping much these days so maybe it is more noticeable...or maybe a lot of workers are not motivated or hate their jobs and don't care who knows it. Perhaps they aren't trained properly or they is a shortage of good leadership...don't know.  I just wish it was much better because I do miss having people help you in a store and answer your questions before you decide to purchase.  I guess its back to online shopping if I need something...at least my UPS guy is friendly. Enough boo-hooing cause it wasn't a total loss. I DID get a gorgeous handbag for spring/summer. It's a purple-y suede and leather satchel that was 70 percent off!

Moving on.

The sun is shining this morning and it's helping erase my unpleasant shopping memories. A couple more sips of coffee and I'll be ready to finish cleaning the house. I think I will go for a walk by the beach cause its so pretty today plus I want to find a piece of driftwood for mi casa.  Maybe I can have hubby drill a couple of holes in it to hold some votives...he likes to use his power tools but doesn't much these days since we moved from the country to the beach.

Okay, I'm ready to start.  I've cranked up the tunes (I am loving me some late 70s jams on Pandora...Earth, Wind, and Fire, Chic, the O'Jays, Donna Summer) and the coffee is kicking in so I'm energized.

Go have a great day...and give hugs and kisses to those you love!

P.S. Today I am attempting to make chicken mole enchiladas for dinner. I LOVE chicken mole but never made it. I am craving it so I thought I would try to make some. I will post my recipe if it turns out good, if it's not a "hit" I guess we will be picking up Dominos tonight. Smiles!

*Update* The chicken mole was a good first attempt, but not what I would want to share so I'm going to try again.  At least it was edible and we didn't get take out (though hubby finished a half sandwich later in the evening after I went to bed...)

Cooks come in all sizes

This is not the post you might think it is. Your first thought was probably weight-related right?  I mean our society is so obsessed with one's physical appearance it is no surprise eating disorders are rampant. But that is a subject for another time. The "cooks" I am referring to are kids...y'know the little-er ones in our lives.

Children are naturally curious and interested in many different things. Unfortunately, nowadays many children are plopped in front of a screen of some sort and entertained by an electronic babysitter. Sounds preachy I know...when my "kids" RL and SC were young the electronic "evil" was television (video games were just beginning to become popular activities, but devices weren't so portable and easily carried anywhere). Having immediate access to information has its benefits, and I admit I love using my iPad for all kinds of things, but parents need to wake up and stop relying on devices to occupy their kids minds.  Seriously, my kids generation (Gen X, Gen Y, Millenials, 30-somethins...what??) probably still remembers going to the library to check out a BOOK and reading it or going "outside to play".  Today it is still so important to get kids DOING something...anything...other than sitting in front of a screen. Okay...enough soap box, but you get my point I'm sure.

A great way to engage with your children is through cooking...afterall we still need to eat right?  I mean it really is an easy way to connect on so many levels: take them to buy food, let THEM prepare and cook, talk with them about your childhood and the family's history ("when I was a kid...." stories) I realize that time is limited for many of us with working outside the home, working inside the home, laundry, appointments, soccer practice, music lessons, and on and on, but I think most of us can manage to take the kids out for an hour to pick up groceries so they can cook once a week, once a month or whatever.

So you've planned a meal with them, gone out to the grocery store or farmer's market to pick up ingredients, and now you are ready to begin. Have the kids put together their mis en place (gratuitous french term in post number 2), then fix yourself a cup of tea or pour a glass of wine and let them begin...you are there for moral support unless the child is 3 or 4...then you will have to handle the hot stuff for them.  A word of caution though...avoid being critical of your kids or how they are preparing their dish because nothing can kill creativity, initiative, relationships, and desire like good 'ol criticism...keep your thoughts to yourself 'Thank You very much'.

So while dinner (or lunch or breakfast) is being prepared by the kids, you could volunteer to set the table. Oh wait...new concept for many busy families....eating at the table all together...no TV, phones, iPads, etc...actual conversation face to face...try it you will like it. Setting the table does not need to be fancy or expensive, and even if you are using paper plates and napkins it can still look nice and your child will feel special because it makes their efforts feel valued and appreciated. Hopefully THEYwill be eager to set the table and be more appreciative when YOU are cooking.

Two of my "young" friends", MA and NA, have provided a couple of recipes for all of you. They regularly prepare and cook for their family...their mom lets them cook an entire dish without her help. I also have a friend who does children's cooking lessons every summer as part of a camp program. I have seen how responsive the kids are to being able to cook a lot of different things and the parents are so proud of them. Kids enjoy cooking, but you have to let them do it.  The dishes can be involved like lasagna or simple like a sandwich or soup...it depends on the kid, their age, and likes/dislikes.
I have been so fortunate to have many wonderful friends in my life, young and old and all inbetween, and cooking is a wonderful way to show how much you care about those you love. Take the time to do something meaningful with you children each day...the laundry can wait a little while longer so you can have a few minutes reading, cooking, or playing with your kids. Believe me, I miss those days when my kids were young.  It is so true...before you know it you are wondering where time went and your little one is a grown man or woman and your arms ache to hold them just once more.

As the great Jacques Pepin says "Happy Cooking!"