My mother died 2 1/2 years ago. A year and a half ago I got a package from my youngest sister. First let me tell you that three boxes were sent to me the day before we moved away and they were placed into storage, unopened, where they sit today.
To say that my relationship with my mother was rocky would be an understatement. She always treated us kids well and I appreciated and learned much when she took an interest, in the 1980′s in food, when a family friend gave her a subscription to Gourmet. Gone were the cream of mushroom canned soups. It was a new world, for me, anyway.
The package from my youngest sister has sat there, along with a small check from my mother’s estate that I will not cash and hope my sister has used wisely, for well over a year. Tonight I tore it open, and it contains 3×5 card recipes from a plastic box my mother had for eons. When I got to the B’s her BBQ Beef (a recipe I’ve wanted in order to transform it) was in my handwriting. I teared up and put the lot back in the envelope to tackle tomorrow. Apparently my sister is still missing a lot of recipes mom wrote on thin paper in green typewriter ink, probably on her classic IBM Selectric they bought used. I might actually have her infamous birthday cake recipe in storage, Viennese Chocolate Pecan Torte. It’s something I should have because we get at least 2# of fresh pecans shelled and picked by my mother- and father-in-law each year.
The torte is a decadent pecan cake, with milk chocolate ganache and a dark chocolate frosting on top. It was a birthday treat for all and I thought my sisters, the bakers, knew how to do it. I may have that recipe in the vault in air-conditioned storage but that will remain to be seen.
My thought was to do a book of favorite family recipes. We all depend on those taste and scent memories to bring us home. I’ll let you know when I get beyond the B’s. Cheers, Dee
Last weekend we wanted something light at the movie theater and lunch timing coincided with Bridesmaids, when then had an 88% approval rating on the TomatoMeter. We knew it had Maya Rudolph and would be SNL’y but thought it might be funny at least.
When my husband’s friend coerced four of us to see The Ring years ago my husband paid in kind, mostly by being forced to see Jane Austen films, and anything by Anthony Minghella. He saw Memoirs of a Geisha twice, once with me and again with me and a girlfriend. He had taken me to numerous Star Wars films and I now like some of them, but worse, until The Ring.
Now that he’s sat through all the atrocities one could imagine from sex to vomit to relieving oneself in the street, Bridesmaids (highly recommended) put me in the doghouse. My husband has at least the next two movies (he stops at horror or very violent films because I have nightmares and he wants to sleep) to get me back for this horrible film. Billed as a female version of a stag party, it missed the point in so many ways. Men get together, drink, smoke cigars and get laid. Women fight about all the parties and details and dresses and money and end up hating each other. Who wouldn’t want to elope?
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We count on our armed personnel on duty around the world and respect their service, as we do all veterans of the wars our nation has fought. A Navy Captain, retired, married us and he had a bet every year with our other friend from West Point on the Army-Navy game. The prize was delivered to the winner with a black ribbon. What they saw in battle I will never know and they will never tell. Today I thanked our soldiers, and since my husband and I have been under the weather for a couple of days I took the dog out and let him sleep. I hate war movies but don’t. Today I caught part of 12:00 High, and while making a successful dinner saw a part of “Midway” for the first time, as well. The dinner can be improved upon. It didn’t help that it was a grilled dish and it snowed, hailed and rained most of the day. All for now, cheers, Dee
I’m an independent voter but have noticed one thing over the years. Today’s NY Times said that Republican officials are trying to get laws passed to keep new voters from registering before the upcoming Presidential/Congressional/State/local elections.
Whenever a President looks like he (sorry, I have to say he right now) may win re-election the opposing party cranks into gear. For the Republicans, the strategy is to exclude voters. For Democrats, it is to include voters.
Right now it looks like we’re back in Jim Crow territory. The dems try to get every legal voter out there and the rep’s try to keep all new voters out. Who is out? Blacks, anyone from Mexico even if legal, and other immigrants. We have stressed to the world that we are a melting pot, a nation of immigrants.
My father was born here but his parents were from Europe, my mother had a green card from Canada until she died and her parents were from Britain and French-Canada. I’ve Irish ancestors and my husband Scots. Efforts to discourage voters from voting is the worst kind of “democracy” we can live in. Slavery, keeping African-American men and all women from voting, poll taxes, this country has done everything to pervert the process our ancestors fought a war against the Brits to have our own country.
Politics has become a science and I got out of it over 20 years ago because I thought I was a policy person but was expected to do more political work than I thought was right. I didn’t accept lunch from a lobbyist, but if I had to go to a Veterans’ breakfast I may have had a roll and glass of orange juice.
Years ago people always recognized me at the polling site. My husband’s grandmother still works the polls at age 84 (sorry, Nanny) and knows nearly everyone she sees. If someone is on the lists that these lovely ladies can check off when they show a ballot form or whatever a state provides by mail to every registered voter and signs the voting roll, that vote should be valid.
We can’t go backwards in this nation, only forward. We are a nation because we stood up to a nation that has been our ally for many years. Don’t let the color of one’s skin once again dilute the election process. We wanted a free nation and should have one. Cheers, Dee
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Snowbird, UT had 63′ of snow this year. Fifteen feet is left for Memorial Day Weekend and then the lifts will be closed. They hope to go through July 4. Considering that we had snow last week and they’re still getting it with our rain, it may be an event to conquer.
Expert only, check out http://www.snowbird.com. As for us, we’re looking for Spring. Cheers, Dee
This is a convenient term for something that the insurance you’ve paid up without a claim for the past 30 years doesn’t cover. And if water comes into your home, there is no flood insurance except by the Federal government. So Joplin Missouri has well over 120 of its citizens dead and over 700 injured. A third of the town was blown away by this killer tornado.
When are we going to accept the fact that global warming is a reality? When FEMA comes in and it becomes a disaster area it’s every person for him/herself. The lucky ones might get something to rebuild their home, but people who don’t know how to work the system will get nothing and will have no home or work and might have lost members of the family.
If I lived in Tornado Alley I’d make friends with a guy (sorry gals, it’s always a guy) who was in the military and was in charge as an enlisted man for gaining access to foodstuffs and other necessities. This man’s family should have been invited to your home for BBQ’s for at least two years beginning the day you moved in.
Or you marry my husband (sorry, taken) who has a hurricane kit to last 10 years but it’s in storage in hurricane country!!! Yes, we’re well taken care of for snow country as it snowed two days last week and I still have my snow tires on. Now I get up early in the morning to take the dog for a walk and wonder which of four pair of boots to wear.
And we have health, life, disabilty, auto and insurance for our home, umbrella insurance, you name it we’ve got it. I used to regulate insurance and know that most of this is unnecessary and know the only reason insurance companies exist is to make money and deny claims. And invest our money to make them profits.
Why do private insurers deny Americans flood insurance? Because they may have to pay claims. Pure and simple.
Thoughts and prayers go out to the folks in Missouri and Oklahoma and other areas affected by the tornadoes. I called my husband Jim’s mother to make sure they were OK in northeast TX and it’s good for now but other storms are rolling in so we’ll have to keep an eye on them and the weather.
Let’s hope things turn around and give these guys a break to take care of the wounded and bury the dead. With utmost respect, Dee
My love walked in the door very early, after two late nights of meetings. He promptly fell asleep on the sofa for an hour, a deserved nap.
In the meantime I baked potatoes, made a shallot/mushroom/red wine sauce for two lovely NY Strip steaks, and boiled corn on the cob, also prepped scallions for grilling.
When he awoke he grilled the steak and scallions. Tomorrow I’ll make the remaining corn and grilled scallions a salad along with some yellow cluster tomatoes I got in my “Surprise!” box this week.
He’s sleeping as of about 8:00 and I took the dog out as I will in the morning so he can rest. I got him an appointment for a haircut in the afternoon. I must check out movies, this is the worst time of year for us and movies as they’re all geared to high schoolers. I have to prepare for any movie made by Bruckheimer/Bay.
For me this week the Terminator has been terminated, likewise anything with Charlie Sheen in it. Both are exterminated for different reasons, but both for being idiots. Cheers, Dee
The ick factor is present when we find that Arnold the Gubernator had a son by a household employee of 20+ years who gave birth to his son within five days of his wife giving birth to their son.
So many powerful men needed to prove something and made fools of themselves parading around with younger women, and you know who they are. Some marriaiges survived, and some did not.
I don’t know what it is in their minds that made them do this, deny it, get caught, deny again. They supposedly have a stable home life so tend to cheat with people in their employ, whether in their household or in private or mostly government positions. I don’t have a stake in their lives except as a lifestyle trend, but always as a taxpayer have an interest in how Arnold’s child support payments never hit Maria’s radar. Was that because the CA taxpayers were footing the bill?
There are not many things I know for sure, but one is that my husband would never cheat on me. If he did fall in love with someone else, we would deal with it and hope to part amicably. Of course I’d take the dog.
My husband has such talent, ideas, knowledge and capacity for learning, confidence, maturity that he can take on the world with a new app or business concept. He’s not looking for chicks in bikinis, but a wife with smarts of her own and a maturity that will help the next venture. Cheers, Dee
ps No teens are looking at this but parents are. We have a Civil War-era quilt by one of Jim’s ancestors and there are two crazy squares in it as the quilter got a bit senile. They’re on opposite sides and I always say that that’s us, two fish out of water that finally found each other. d
Mine is done with words, and my latest is to get a new stop sign at a critical intersection. I tried a couple of months ago but got no response. Then I narrowed my search and got down to the right people and have had much email activity over the last couple of days.
It started with a promise to check into the issue, was passed to two folks, the last of which asked me to send the email back because it had been lost (might that be a clue to see if the complainant is serious?) so immediately I sent him all the info. Hey, they’re dealing with me!
We’ll see what happens tomorrow. I don’t show my government or other “chops” often but should hone them now and then, especially when there’s an accident waiting to happen. The irritation I give the government is much less than an injury or death because the government couldn’t spend a few dollars to put a new, non-faded stop sign atop an existing pole.
If you see something wrong in your community, it’s time to step up and take a stand for your beliefs. It took many years before I became confident enough to do so. I always stuck up for the kids who were bullied in school, but never for myself or my beliefs. It may work immediately or may take years and a lot of abuse to get there but in the end, it’s worth it whether you won or half-won.
There’s more abandon in my cooking since I started sticking up for myself. I also made some good friends and married my best friend and we’ve been together nearly ten years. I discuss and write. Then again, no-one is shrieking obscenities, taking notes outside my windows, slashing my tires or having my car towed after 1/2 hour in a 72-hour zone. When you stick up for yourself, expect consequences and rise above them.
It won’t keep your hair from turning grey (I’ve a gal who’s great at masking that) but will make your life better. Cheers, Dee
Mine is rote memory, changed by everyday tasks. As I see and appreciate wildlife out here in the west I appreciate their schedules. I never know when the birds will come, or call for each other.
They have their own schedule and it would be nice to try theirs for a day or two. I’m not saying they have it easy as they have to eat several times a day but don’t need to go to an office or sit by a computer.
What separates us is that we have to go somewhere to make paper money to buy groceries and pay to live somewhere and cook the groceries.
Think about it. How far have we come and what damage to our world have we done to get here? Dee
Yes, my latest male admirer has the deepest of blue eyes, and is a Lynx point Siamese. Cat, that is. I help out a local shelter once a week and Sinatra is my newest charge. He’ll be gone to a good home by next week but we got to meet and he was lovely, a gentleman and a flirt. I’m married, but we went nose to nose before I would have with any man… other than Sinatra.
While others were into rock and roll I loved Frank Sinatra. He never wrote his tunes but learned to get the best to write and arrange them. And Tommy Dorsey taught him how to breathe. Most of my music icons write their own music and play at least one musical instrument but Frank was a classic.
What can I say that on my parents’ mono record player I heard a lot of classical music, Mantovani, Sing Along With Mitch, and Frank. Frank caught my ear, and stayed with me for a lifetime. Shortly before he died, my parents took me to Carnegie Hall to see him in concert, a gift that will be appreciated always. Cheers, Dee