Daily Archives: June 29, 2010

Steak Night

Posted on June 29, 2010 | 2 Comments

NY strip on the grill rubbed with garlic, olive oil, and sprinkled with Borsari seasoned salt. Add some chipotle sweet potato fries (frozen), and corn on the cob and dinner’s on the table. I made three extra ears of corn, which I’ll use for soup or a corn salad.

Yep, it was a good day today. The neighborhood is fine, and it looks like my dad will be around for a while longer as his test results were good. Yea! It did start raining on my newly waxed car but that’s minor.

The nightstand arrived, so sometime this week I’ll have a real printer stand with an open cubby for paper and drawers for my stuff. The printer sits next to the dining table and for a year it’s been sitting on the box in which we packed Jim’s PlayStation! That was his one non-negotiable item to take on the move. Mine was our food processor. That meant I had to leave my beloved Kitchenaid 5-qt. mixer in storage.

I’m working on dinner, Jim’s en route home and the delivery order for tomorrow is complete. Let’s hope that local nectarines are not rock-hard and that there are true surprises in the surprise box. I love the idea of the surprise box, just wish it was organic. It’s fun to try to figure out how to use certain things I don’t normally buy. More later, hope you’re having a good day. Dee

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After Byrd’s Death

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Ted Kennedy served the second-longest tenure to Sen. Byrd. There was much written before and after his demise. I googled Sen. Byrd and got articles about how votes may go after his death. Wikipedia didn’t even update his page.

People talk about how strategies must be deployed for major legislation and how his position will be filled. I know everyone expected him to die, as he was a very old man, but didn’t expect that his very existence would be annihilated to talk about a few Senate votes.

Yes, he led a checkered existence and I was not even alive when he joined the KKK at the age of 24. The Northern Dems never understood the Southern Dems as the Southerners often joined with the other party on votes. Perhaps little is made of his life and death because he had no regard for any of a different color, and a person of color sits in the oval office.

My life is not remarkable, but when I die, I’d like people to remember who I loved, what I did and that I made a difference. For the media to just count votes is so cold and calculating. It must be done, but the denizen of the US Senate has died and, like him or not, odes or faint praise must be given. Yes, we know that while the service is ongoing, you’ll be counting votes because this has to be one major bi-partisan funeral.

So, promise me this. When the press says “Dee Died, Cookbooks and Culinary Tools For Sale” bring a casserole to my husband and in a few months, introduce him to his new wife. I’ll even leave leave menus, recipes, lists of his favorite things in the kitchen drawer. What kitchen drawer I don’t know, as we still have many adventures ahead.

In memory of someone I abhorred for his racism and admired for the pork he brought to his home state, Dee

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Mastitis Blankets?

Posted on June 29, 2010 | 3 Comments

Bibs and blankets are the theme here. Margie tells me my husband Jim always carried around a diaper or blanket as a toddler. Now I wash at least 12 tea towels per day that serve as a “bib” to make sure Jim doesn’t get egg yolk on his shirt in the morning or spaghetti sauce at night, plus kitchen duty.

There’s one scratchy blanket over the sofa, more like a “lap robe” that he uses when he’s cold, downstairs. Tonight I told him I found the perfect blanket for him on sale down the street. He talked at length about heft, warmth and feel (I know, I’m a woman and older than him and don’t need lap robes) then mentioned a mastitis blanket. And what the heck is that? Dairy cows sometimes have “udder” (akin to other) problems unknown to you and me.

He recalls his mother saving coupons from mastitis treatment packages for dairy cows and whenever you bought enough, you’d get a blanket. Hence the mastitis blanket. It’s too late to e-mail his mom tonight but what does it mean for a non-farm gal who grew up in farm country for a couple of years to hear things like this? It’s scary. Other-worldly. Plus, I was afraid that she’d go into a drawer somewhere, find one and mail it to me! And now she will.

I’m going to try a really soft, light, warm blanket that he can use, I can easily wash, and know he’ll love it, just as he loved the diapers and blankets of his childhood and lap robes of adulthood. He’ll love it and won’t have to think about milking cows ever again, or of mastitis. An update is warranted on this one! Moooooo, Dee

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