Monday, July 20, 2009

Hats for Chinese Children

Hey, everyone! I'm back! I haven't had time to write because I have been crocheting hats! These are a donation going to China for hatless children. These hats were carefully laundered so there wouldn't be any cat hair on them.



It looks like Newman thinks these hats are his!



The reason there are so many orange hats is that the friend to whom we are sending the hats uses orange on his business product. He is going to use the hats to promote his business.




These guys are embarrassing! They shed everywhere! I can never get a picture of a cat when I want to, but they made sure they got on all these pictures.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Newman's "Garden"

Check out this crazy cat! Yes, that is a begonia he plans to eat. I bought the double red begonia at the grocery store on Valentine’s Day, thinking I had a nice little gift for myself for $2.47. Because it was still too cold to put it outdoors, I set it on the kitchen windowsill. The plant started shrinking and losing leaves, and the leaves that remained looked like they had paper cuts all along the edges. Newman is not a jumping cat. He doesn’t care to jump up on the countertops or stove, so we didn’t even suspect that he was jumping up in the sink so he could chew on the begonia. As the begonia starting shrinking, my first thought was “it must have a bug in it”. This is the power of denial: We could hear him jumping and said to each other, “That sounds like Newman jumping on the countertops or stove, but he never does that”. We finally caught the little bugger standing in the sink so he could reach the begonia.
I repotted the plant and put it outside. It has not grown any more leaves and the only flowers are the few on top. I brought it in the house just for the photo shoot.
Newman stands at the back door and talks to begonia. If I go out the backdoor, he follows me around meowing and begging for the begonia when I come back in. One day I showed it to him with the reprimand “see what you did to this plant”, and he jumped up and snatched off another flower! I really thought he would prefer catnip.






Friday, June 5, 2009

2009 Vegetable Garden

Okay. Today I made the decision I am done being a loser. It is embarrassing to live in the Tomato Capital of the World and never have any home-grown tomatoes. My tomatoes are in pots. There is a black cherry tomato, an Ace (disease resistant, and I still don’t trust myself about growing heirlooms, although we love eating them), and an heirloom called Dinnerplate. And there is a cucumber plant in a pot. I have one big, empty pot left that doesn’t have a plant. Greg has cast three votes on what should be planted: eggplant, a yellow tomato, or summer squash. I have not cast any votes yet.
The vegetable pot project has been helped immensely by having a blog, as I need something to write about and sometimes the idea well is dry.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Green Enchiladas


This is the best I can do for a recipe on the green enchiladas. It is Greg’s recipe, but he said I should write it up, and everyone knows I don’t care much about measuring ingredients. However they turn out for you is how you will eat them.

2 pounds ground pork
2 pounds Monterey Jack cheese, grated
1 big bag of the small tortillas (either flour or corn; we prefer corn)
1 big can of green enchilada sauce
Cilantro

First, go to the butcher shop and have them grind two pounds of pork. I ask the guy to cut off as much fat as he can before he grinds the pork, and I will pay him extra to do it. Brown the ground pork, and season it with garlic salt. If you like peppers and onions, add them to the pork. Cool the browned pork.
Grate the cheese.
If you want to do it, you can sauté the tortillas in oil as you roll the tortillas. I don’t do this, but Greg does.
Place a tortilla on a dinner plate, add equal amounts of ground pork and grated cheese, roll up the tortilla, and place in a Pyrex baking pan that has a small amount of enchilada sauce in the bottom. When all your pans are full, snip the cilantro all over the top of the enchiladas. Pour the green enchilada sauce over the top. Sprinkle some grated cheese over the top. Bake at 300 to 325 degrees.
I only bake one pan, and freeze the rest unbaked.

The traditional Mexican way to prepare the enchiladas is to layer everything in a pan; don’t bother rolling up the enchiladas, and it will be like a big casserole.

I made a similar dish when I organized a St. Patrick’s Day buffet at work and requested everyone bring green food. I think this is what I used (it was vegetarian as I didn’t know my co-workers dietary habits).

1 or 2 cans diced green chilis
1 big can green enchilada sauce
Corn tortillas
2 pounds grated Monterey Jack cheese

Pour a small amount of enchilada sauce in the bottom of a Pyrex pan, layer the tortillas, sauce, chilis, and cheese, ending with a layer of tortillas and a thick layer of green sauce (so it stays moist and the tortillas don’t dry out). If it looks like it is getting too dry while it is baking, cover it with aluminum foil.
You can also add sour cream and/or a can of cream of chicken soup when you are layering it.
I didn’t have any leftovers, so I guess everyone liked it. It takes five minutes or less to put together, and the only utensils you will get dirty will be a can opener, cheese grater, and a bowl.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Adult (geriatric) Beverages!


For 42 years I have been the head of the cooking department for a household whose dietary habits are mostly influenced by food lore and kitchen superstitions; toast and Cheerios; my blatant disregard for timing (grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast and popcorn for dinner); my life-long refusal to make fried chicken because I am not cleaning up that kind of mess and besides, my friend sustained third-degree burns when she fried chicken; my distaste for bananas; anything starting with "pancakes"; and my extreme annoyance regarding anything related to the grocery store ("can't you just eat fish sticks and dried apricots for dinner, because that's what we have and I am not going to the store now; I promise I'll make steak and baked potatoes tomorrow").

It's hot in the valley, and sometimes we like a cool drink in the afternoon. And I try to live by my motto, "let someone else clean up the mess", so we are big fans of Jamba Juice. If someone is making a Juice run, my order is "anything that doesn't have a ground-up banana in it". So, it's established we like cold, blenderized, fruit-flavored drinks.

Now, I realize that for most folks a cold, fruit-flavored drink involving the use of a blender means Daiquiris, Margaritas, or Pina Coladas. We have an entirely different idea about liquid refreshments--ours are milk based, discovered by accident! Most people call it a fruit smoothie, but we call it elixir, nectar of the Gods.

Remember my dislike of bananas? A couple months ago, I had planned to eat one banana that had been lingering or malingering around the kitchen, and then the next day I again planned I would eat it, and then the next day, I planned to throw it away. But I thought I would give a blender drink made with a banana a chance, and how bad could it be anyway, especially if Greg drank half; after all, it is just fruit, and I am not wasting food that I have had to chase myself to the store to get. I blended up the banana with a carton of yogurt, some milk and soy milk, and frozen raspberries. Oh, my gosh! I don't know the magic part of these ordinary ingredients, except that perhaps it happens when everything is whirled together. We are hooked! We have had some version of this every day except one in the past two months, and the day we didn't have it, everything went wrong!

So far, the only two required ingredients are the banana and a cultured dairy product or dairy substitute. Even if you are on a diet (especially if you are on a diet), this is a great drink as you can regulate the amount of sugar and fat. We use kefir or yogurt, the banana, soy milk and whole milk, and any kind of fresh, frozen or canned fruit. Our favorite addition is frozen mango chunks.

It is easy, it is cheap, you can keep enough ingredients on hand so you don't have to go to the store every single day, the variations are unlimited, and it can even be used as a meal, especially if you are a little old grandma or grandpa.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Monster Cookies Abbreviated


I like to bake--kind of. Mostly I like to eat fresh cookies and pretend I am domestic. The things I don't like about baking are making a shopping list, going to the store, and buying unusual ingredients; measuring a lot of stuff and mixing it up; putting 800 cookies on baking sheets and waiting for them to get done when it is already 102 degrees in Galt; taking them off the baking sheets and putting them on cooling racks all over the kitchen; finding enough containers to store them; and getting a bunch of odd utensils dirty that Greg will be mad about when he goes to wash the dishes. But I wanted some Monster Cookies! I found a lot of recipes on-line and had a couple in my cookbooks, but they all start off with "1 dozen eggs"--I wanted a dozen cookies! So I hunted down a small recipe and reduced it down even further until it was something manageable, and even reduced the sugar a little. There is no flour in them, so you won't get heartburn due to your wheat allergy. The measuring isn't fussy; if they don't turn out like you planned, you are just going to eat them anyway. These aren't diet cookies; sorry, I don't know how to fix that. There is only one dozen, little old grandmas and grandpas don't need a Rubbermaid tub of cookies. I didn't even use the mixer, just creamed the first six ingredients together with a spoon. If you plan to eat them for breakfast and want them to be a little healthier, use raisins instead of chocolate chips and M & M's (that is, if you like raisins; we don't). You know how you like your cookies--if you like them crisp (like we do), bake them a little longer; if you like them chewy, use less oatmeal and bake them for a shorter time. After you make them two or three times, you won't even need to look at the recipe. See? There, now you have one dozen cookies and you hardly made any mess at all.

Use a greased baking sheet and set the oven at 350 degrees.


1 egg

1/3 cup brown sugar

1/3 cup white sugar

1 teaspoon baking soda

3 tablespoons butter (just cut it off the stick)

1/2 cup peanut butter

1 1/3 cups oatmeal

1/4 cup chocolate chips

1/4 cup M & M's


Cream together the first six ingredients. Stir in the oatmeal, add the chips and M & M's. Roll into 12 balls and place on a cookie sheet, and flatten them down a little. Bake them. Eat them. If there are any left, put in a zip lock bag.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Me---Reading!

I know all you book-lovers and readers will find this difficult to believe, especially since I have always considered myself a book-lover and reader. I never take time to go to the library! But today I treated myself to a trip to the library. I know most people don't consider that a treat--its more of a necessity!
Sacramento County has an amazing library, but we live 35 miles from the library. There are numerous little branches that are great, too, and we have a wonderful little library in Galt. It is 1 minute away by car and 10 minutes by foot. But do I ever take the time to go there instead of spending my time playing Bejeweled Blitz, browsing the internet, or knitting while lying on my back in bed? Today, all that changed!
And I think I really scored! I picked up "The Soloist", "Names My Sisters Call Me", "Retail Therapy", and"The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing". Nothing heavy, you know. I have to ease myself back into reading.
It's not like I haven't been reading anything. I read the Bible from cover to cover three times, three different versions in the past two years. And my AARP magazines.
So, I am feeling rich, I have a stash.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

My "Garden"


I took some great pictures that make it look like I am a gardener. I like to plant things, and drag the hose around watering plants, and I like to look at flowers, and eat vegetables. But that definitely does not make me a gardener. I don’t have the “know-how”, the soil, the energy or time or patience to be a real gardener. Most of my “garden” is planted in pots due to our hard-pan soil. Whatever isn’t growing in pots, is just due to time and circumstances.
Most of the garden is red geraniums. The hummingbirds love them and they are so hardy that I can stand on them with no damage. They don’t freeze over winter. They don’t burn up when it is 120 degrees. They don’t shrivel up if they don’t get watered for a week. It takes no skill to grow geraniums and they show up well. If you want another geranium, just break off a branch and stick it in the ground.

The area I photographed is the strip between our driveway and our neighbor’s driveway. We have been friends and neighbors for many years, and they are great neighbors, but we have different ideas regarding what makes a good yard. They prefer concrete and dirt, and refer to the strip between our driveways as “the weeds”. The strip with the flowers has taken me at least 10 years to get growing, due to my minimal skills and interest, and our lawn guy's best efforts to destroy anything he hasn't planted himself. But when this little strip finally took off, I was definitely proud. The pink flowers are Mexican evening primroses. There are white four o’clocks springing up that won’t bloom for a while yet, but they are very fragrant. There is a carpet of scarlet pimpernel (it’s native; this development used to be a cow pasture), violas, and spearmint running wild. There are garlic chives that I can’t control. There is a pot of Shasta daisies and a couple of pots of African daisies. And of course, there are California golden poppies. I am really hoping that Round-Up doesn’t happen when the neighbor comes home. I apologize for the TV cable tower; we think it is an eyesore, too, and doesn't really fit the scheme of the "garden". But, on second glance, in the picture, it looks kind of Asian and modern, doesn't it?

Monday, May 11, 2009

Taste Restaurant

For Mother’s Day, my dear husband took me to my favorite restaurant, Taste. It was a beautiful drive to Plymouth yesterday afternoon, but did I have my camera so I could share the gorgeous California scenery with you? No, of course I didn’t. We drove through the valley to the foothills and saw valley oaks, hundreds of pygmy goats with their babies in pastures, volcanic rock formations, wild flowers, vineyards, and snow still on the distant Sierra Nevada Mountains. Dinner at Taste is always a treat and always delicious. Greg had prawns for the first course and deemed them the best prawns he had ever eaten, and he also had mushroom cigars. I was skeptical, too, the first time I heard of mushroom cigars, but they are a treat that shouldn’t be missed—chopped mushrooms rolled in phyllo dough and baked, served on little dabs of mashed potatoes with truffle gravy. We both had filet mignon, our favorite, topped with green peppercorn butter, and served with grilled asparagus and lyonnaise potatoes. I had sorbet for dessert—pineapple, blood orange, and raspberry.
But our very first course was a bottle of pink sparking wine that we shared with our two favorite servers and the owners of Taste to toast their two recent awards. Taste was voted in the top 50 U.S. restaurants by Open Table and voted the Best New American Restaurant by KCRA (for non-Sacramentans, it is a local TV station).
Check out their website at
www.restauranttaste.com and try to get to Plymouth for dinner.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Technology Challenged

I kind of got behind on my blog-writing, being all work-addicted and obsessive compulsive like I am. Now, I have had two days off to catch up on household projects. A major project on the to-do list was to install a new keyboard and mouse, as the old keyboard hasn't been right for a year and the mouse hasn't been right for longer than that.
Greg picked up a wireless laser combo at Best Buy, which has been sitting here for one month waiting for someone to hook it up. My first thought was that he would be the guy to do that, with my ineptness for all things technical and/or related to electricity.
I finally decided I was up for the challenge, so proceeded to insert the DVD into the computer to follow instructions so I could actually have a functional work station, being that I make most of my money by typing reports. I couldn't figure out why there was no cord on the wireless keyboard, just had to think on it for about one hour that it was a "wireless" keyboard, so therefore, no cord. I did figure that out right away about the mouse, though. It took some time to get it figured out and get the receiver plugged into the tower, but it did all go without a hitch--and I am so proud of me!!! I even got it registered on-line.
Other not-so-good news about me and electricity occurred yesterday. We have an electrical outlet in the bedroom that has been a problem since we lived here. Yesterday, I plugged the vacuum into that outlet and there was a popping sound, and no power to the vacuum. My first guess was that the vacuum blew up, but it worked on a different outlet. I mentioned it to Greg, and then forgot about it. A couple hours later, about 4:45--just before all businesses close for the day, I noticed the freezer wasn't working. And then decided maybe I should check some other outlets and switches. Greg made a quick call to an electrician, who tried to help over the phone, but no luck. Something just wasn't right with two outlets in the bedroom not working, the hall lights not working, and only one outlet in the garage working. I rigged up an extension cord for the freezer, so that was okay for the night. The electrician came this morning, and found the problem immediately. The outlet that had never seemed to be quite right had been installed incorrectly and it took 18 years for it to finally give out. Greg said he should have become an electrician like his grandma had encouraged when he was young, as it cost $104.32 to repair the outlet and took about 10 minutes.
Okay, now on to typing those reports that have been staring at me all day.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Me--working!

Well, check me out! Working three jobs! Who do I think I am anyway--superwoman? It really hasn't been as bad as it sounds. I knew I would be busy with training and that is just temporary. After I am sufficiently trained at the third job, I will hopefully have a two or three day per week schedule, and if it is less than that, that would be good, too. I am extremely grateful that I have any work when I see so many people who are unemployed or less fortunate, and it isn't just any work, but I like all my jobs. I really do not have to look very far to see just how blessed I really am. The bad thing about it--I just haven't had time to do my blog and my Facebook and my e-mail and my pictures. And me just getting the hang of all this electronic stuff! This week, I am off to CPR training as I let my CPR card lapse at the end of February due to not paying attention.
Sorry there are no photos of the delicious dinner my dear husband is preparing. We have been talking about green enchiladas for weeks now, and tonight is the night! Its a big batch, too, so there will be plenty to go in the freezer for one of the nights when I worked at least two of my three jobs.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Happy (early) Birthday to Me!

What a great early birthday gift I received from Greg! Last night, he took me out to dinner at our favorite restaurant, Taste, in Plymouth. Taste hosted a Library and New Release Dinner for our favorite winery, Vino Noceto. We are long-time diners at Taste--love the food, love the staff, love the owners; but we are very new to the winery scene, even though the area where we live is fast becoming the new “Wine Country”.
Earlier in the fall, we visited Vino Noceto for the first time, and sampled their red wines, and as a special treat, we tasted Frivolo for the first time, and loved it! We went back to Vino Noceto in January, and the tasting room staff told us about the upcoming dinner. We were actually on our way to Taste for dinner when we stopped at the winery, so when we arrived at Taste, we immediately made reservations for last night’s dinner, and were the first on the reservation list. We wanted to share the experience with friends or relatives, so we made a reservation for four. When I got home, I immediately e-mailed Lee to invite her and Mark to come, but it wasn’t in their plans due to other commitments. So, we proceeded to try to think of someone else to invite, and finally decided to invite our friend, Shawn, who unfortunately called yesterday to say he couldn’t make it to dinner due to an outbreak of poison oak. So, there we were with four reservations, and just Greg and I able to go to dinner. Greg called the restaurant to cancel two reservations, and we felt badly that it might have prevented someone else from attending dinner. (We later found out there was a waiting list of 30.) We knew there were very few tables for two at the restaurant, but we had enjoyed dining with strangers at our table when we were in Europe, and thought it would be great fun if we shared our table at Taste with someone we didn’t know.
From our couple of trips to the winery, we became slightly acquainted with the tasting room hostess, Tracy, who is very knowledgeable about wines, local geography, horticulture and viticulture, and local history, and she likes to share her knowledge with others, so she is a really interesting conversationalist.
We arrived early at Taste and were very pleasantly surprised that we were served a glass of Frivolo. Of course, the restaurant was packed—with wine connoisseurs, wine brokers, grape growers, winery owners, investors, high-volume wine buyers, and media people. And then there was Greg and me.
Tracy, from the winery, was there to help with the presentations, to mingle, and of course, to sell wine. We greeted each other and visited for a few minutes, and then she was off to greet other people. At one point, she came back to our table, and said she thought that the seating had been changed so that she would now be sharing our table. Of course we were delighted that we would be sharing our table with someone we already knew a little. Then she flagged down her husband, Brad, and brought him over to the table, which was the first time we had met him. We all hit it off famously and started visiting, and sharing experiences, and just really had a great time getting to know each other.
At one point, Brad used a word for a beverage that is never heard in California. He called soda “pop”, and I was just about to ask him if he was from Wisconsin or Minnesota. He then said he was from St. Peter, MN, so we were off on Minnesota stories, and growing up German. All in all, we had a great time, made some great new friends, ate delicious food, drank wine we would have never otherwise tried, and I deemed it the best birthday party I ever had!
Check out the websites for the restaurant and winery at
www.noceto.com and www.restauranttaste.com If you come to California, we will take you to both, and you will have a great time, eat amazing food, meet cool people, and see beautiful scenery.
This is the menu from last night. The restaurant owners remembered that I am allergic to shellfish, so they substituted the prawn on my plate with a piece of monkfish. We think we are kind of pretentious and snooty, eating cheese for dessert (and both of us with a sweet tooth).

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

A Love Story

We have an interesting story on how we met—or maybe it’s racy, or naughty, or maybe that is just how life is!
In 1991, I had lived in Sacramento for three years and dated a few men, but not the right ones. My friend suggested I put a personal ad in the free newspaper. I thought it sounded like a poor idea (you know, it would bring out all the nut jobs), but she insisted it was a great idea as I would be able to pick out whoever I liked!
Against my best judgment, I wrote up an ad: I was looking for someone 35 to 50 years old, someone who liked to hike, bike, and camp, someone who was close to retirement, etc.
The way the ads work is this: The girl (or guy) writes the ad, which is published, then makes a recording for the guy (or girl) to hear, so they can leave a message which you can retrieve, and then you call the person who responded to your ad. The ads run in the free newspaper for three weeks.
Okay, then, my ad was published with an error! So I was put-off by that, and decided it really was stupid and a waste of time and I wasn’t going to make a recording, so there!
Then, I checked my messages, and I had five responses, even though I hadn’t made a recording. So, I quick made my recording, but it wasn’t anything like the printed ad—it was kind of more or less a joke.
I kept a notebook of the callers. I know you don’t really know if someone is crazy or not until you meet them, but the guys that called all seemed alright. There were 45 that called. They left their first names; last names; where they worked; their home phone number; their work phone number; how many kids they had; their alimony payment; and whether they were bald, fat, or toothless—all the information a single girl needs!
So, again, like I said, all these guys seemed alright, then Greg called!
First off, it will help to understand the story if you know that Greg is an electronics genius. He was a computer repairman in the Air Force, he worked at a radio station, and I don’t fool with anything electronic without his approval and instruction, so the funny part of the story is coming up.
The messages played in reverse order, so I got this message, “Hi, this is Greg, and this is the third time I’ve called. I don’t know if I am sending the message or erasing it. I don’t know how to use voice mail”, and he proceeds to tell me a couple things about himself.
The next message, “Hi, this is Greg, and this is the second time I’ve called”. . . .and so on.
The next message, “Hi, this is Greg. I’m 32 years old. I’m a babysitter and housekeeper. I’m in a wheelchair”, etc. (I later found out he had never read my printed ad, he just heard my recording).
Before I had even met him, he made me laugh! I laughed all day! I didn’t know if I was going to call him back—you know? He apparently couldn’t read (the wrong age; way, way too young), it was pretty apparent he didn’t bike or hike, close to retirement age???? And what kind of job is a babysitter and housekeeper? Anyway, like I said, I laughed all day, and that evening decided to call him. Maybe he had fallen out of his wheelchair and bumped his head or something, you know? Or needed some other kind of help—like with reading or voice mail. Oh, plus, he had the most magnetic, intriguing, sexiest voice I had ever heard.
So, I called him, but he was busy. Then he called me, and I was busy. Then I called him back at 11:00 p.m. and we talked for three hours; we didn't want to hang up. I know I am not witty, I don’t think fast on my feet, I don’t have funny things to say, and Greg is witty, funny, fast-thinking, articulate, and charming. But, on our first phone call, I was saying funnier things than he was! Now, where did that come from? I was being so clever, that he couldn’t even think of something clever to say back.
We finally decided we would meet the following day. We decided a good, safe, neutral place to meet would be the Sacramento Zoo. But, he didn’t drive, so we couldn’t meet there—I would have to go to his house and pick him up! A very, very good thing that he wasn’t a serial killer or something!
Anyway, I went to the house where he lived with another couple whose baby he took care of, and as soon as we met, we were both, “Oh, you are so cute!” We went to the zoo, and we could hardly look at the animals because we had to look at each other!
He wanted to take me out to dinner the next night, so of course, we did that. And, then the rest of our life happened and we had this picture taken!


Greg and Elaine - September 27, 1992

Thursday, February 26, 2009

My Eyes Are Younger Than Me!

Good news following my eye exam! I guess that is something that doesn't usually happen when a person is old. I think my last exam was two years ago and the guy said I had cataracts starting. Today, I found out I have no glaucoma, no cataracts, and no macular degeneration. I told the dr. I thought my vision was better than it used to be, and she confirmed it. She wrote me a new prescription for weaker glasses. She also said my eyes "were set for the computer", so I don't need trifocals. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I have heard previously you can train your eyes to be nearsighted or farsighted by how far you focus your vision; i.e., you can make yourself nearsighted by holding a book too close when reading. I have never been able to get any glasses to work right when I am using the computer, so I have just plodded on typing and typing without glasses, and now I think I have trained my vision to be adjusted to computer work. I still need glasses to drive and to see across the room, but the new prescription is for a lower adjustment. And I have been religious about taking my nutritional supplements, which I think has played a huge role in my improvement and subsiding cataract condition. Anyway, hurray!!!!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

"A Walk to Beautiful"

If you have not yet seen this movie, it is being rebroadcast on NOVA. Be sure to watch it. My dear husband had recorded it for me a while ago, not realizing what it was about, but he likes to keep me amused. The subject is kind of . . . let's say, "icky". But we were both deeply touched by the movie, the young women in it, and the charitable organization. The website for the organization is www.fistulafoundation.org and the website for the movie is www.walktobeautiful.com If you like to donate your time or money to worthy causes, I think this is one that would make the top of the list.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Facebook

I finally stepped into the modern age and set up a Facebook page less than two days ago. What an amazing tool for finding missing loved ones! My son has a FB page, and we can instant message each other, and I wrote on his wall. I found a niece I hadn't heard from in more than 30 years, and we have e-mailed each other and written on each other's walls. And I found my son's first girlfriend, from when they were 12! And we e-mailed each other and exchanged a couple of laughs. The story of the first girlfriend: I was so proud of Todd that he called a girl when he was 12 and was so polite. We planned he would invite her to lunch on a Saturday so they could have the entire afternoon to play. We had tater tot casserole for lunch. She was dropped off at our house by her dad, and when she arrived, she was a foot taller than Todd. She was wearing a skirt and hosiery! She was a young lady! We had a lot of fun entertainment planned--board games and MTV, and we had an Atari game. Things went well through lunch and for probably an hour or so, and then Todd's 12-year-oldness got on top of him, and he just had to do somersaults and acrobatics; couldn't help himself, that's what he did best. Hmmm, not a good thing for impressing young ladies. She was very politically correct, though, a very proper young lady, and didn't start crying or go home, but spent the rest of the day talking to Lee. I have shared this with hundreds of people and they all enjoyed it. Todd still makes me laugh and I was very happy to connect with the young lady so we could share the fun of this story.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Head Trauma or Lil' Flip?

I am a person who can’t just wake up and jump in my car and go to work; never have been. It just takes me a while to wake up. If I need to be at work at 4:45, I get up at 2 or 3 a.m., so that I have time (in my words) to “get over myself”.
Everyone knows I have been ill with the flu or some other respiratory-type illness now for a couple weeks, and I am getting tiresome about my symptoms and all their details. I have improved every day, so you can imagine my dismay when I awoke at 5 a.m. on Saturday to prepare myself for work, and I had something wrong with my hearing! It was a horrible buzzing and roaring sound, with blank spots. Okay, I did have an earache with this flu, but I thought it was better, and until now, it hadn’t affected my hearing. My first thought was an ear infection or fluid in my ear. Ohh, wait—my hearing is fine, it’s not my ear at all. The noise I hear is inside my head, a whooshing, sucking sound! My second thought was I had a stroke—only a brain lesion would make that kind of howling noise. Or--nooo, I think I would feel much worse if I had a stroke and maybe not be able to use my arm or leg and be unable to make coffee; the noise isn’t inside my head. Oh, I know, it has been storming—that must be it; yeh, the wind is blowing. Well, hmmm, if the wind is blowing that hard, as unlikely as it is to happen in California, it does sound somewhat similar to a tornado.
So to check on the storm, I pulled open the back door after I had determined I did not have ear infection, wasn’t going deaf, hadn’t had a stroke, and was still able to make (and, most importantly, drink) coffee. It was just Lil’ Flip, a “celebrity” motorcycle rider who lives behind us, riding his stunt cycle, revving the engine, and sliding around corners, over and over, at 5:00 a.m. in the rain. Silly me, I thought stunt riding was a 5 p.m. thing, not a 5 a.m. thing, and it hasn’t been that long ago that he was “stunting” and ran into the mailbox, and broke his arm.
I’m happy to report that my flu symptoms continue to subside, my hearing disorder is gone, and I don’t think Lil’ Flip broke any bones.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Lemon Bars

We are still eating yummy things from the backyard. I have an antique recipe for lemon bars, which I have modified to something more to our taste, more intense. If Greg's family has a potluck, his sisters and cousins are very happy when I bring these. I took pictures, but they were too blurry to put on the blog. When they are in season, I use Meyer lemons from the yard. I use a Pyrex pan--which is better when making acid-y things. And I don't over bake them so the filling stays softer. This was our dessert this evening.

Lemon Bars

1 cup flour
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup confectioners sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
1 cup granulated sugar
3/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup lemon juice

Cut together flour, butter, and confectioners sugar. Press into 8" x 8" pan. Bake 20 minutes at 325 - 350 degrees. Beat the remaining ingredients together. Pour over crust and bake 20 minutes. Be sure to watch closely so they don't over bake.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Baked Potato Soup

I got the idea from Lee to make this soup, and found the recipe on the internet. I have been cooking since I was 7 years old, and don’t care too much about measuring ingredients. This soup is great for free-lancing: you can add more of the stuff you like and leave out whatever you don’t like; you can make it thicker or thinner; and you can make a lighter version with low fat ingredients. Greg had more dental work done today, so this is our dinner. Plus, we are having a storm, so it is definitely soup weather. And baked potatoes are my favorite food of all time.

Baked Potato Soup
· 2/3 cup butter
· 2/3 cup flour
· 7 cups milk
· 4 large baking potatoes, baked, cooled, peeled and cubed, about 4 cups
· 4 green onions, thinly sliced
· 10 to 12 strips bacon, cooked, drained, and crumbled
· 1 1/4 cups shredded mild cheddar cheese
· 1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
· 3/4 teaspoon salt
· 1/2 teaspoon pepper
Preparation:
In a large Dutch oven or stockpot over low heat, melt butter. Stir in flour; stir until smooth and bubbly. Gradually add milk, stirring constantly, until sauce has thickened. Add potatoes and onions. Continue to cook, stirring constantly, until soup begins to bubble. Reduce heat; simmer gently for 10 minutes. Add remaining ingredients; stir until cheese is melted. Serve baked potato soup immediately. This baked potato soup recipe serves 6 to 8.