tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16742637679450162872024-03-12T21:26:49.675-06:00Ode to Intimations of ImmortalityDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-33409825805187249392011-09-16T11:08:00.002-06:002011-09-16T11:11:11.703-06:00It's been a year ... well almostSo much for goals, plans, etc. The problem is I have to log on to this site with my old email and then any photos or links are in my new account and so the writing is not so fun. Or at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.<div><br /></div><div>I'll fix this and get on it. I like to blog so ... here's to the next year, or so.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-11795981217442017582010-10-03T17:35:00.007-06:002010-10-03T23:46:46.301-06:00If Pioneers Had Cadillacs They Would Have Driven Them<div>It's interesting to me the behaviors a person chooses. I grew up in a home where we had money, more than enough, but not crazy, a lot like <i>Mad Men</i>. My mother (and her mother before her) was a very good cook. I learned to menu plan, grocery shop, cook, and clean before I was in high school. One strong memory is knowing when to buy radishes, if the price was too high we would just wait a week.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuUwC-sQbCUX2yTj4Ub65jnK5Q8Izorab2SkJ9KAoQAg7aW_5rAajBSO3QPtUKU2UJAGyaF44dicOF5QL-dnag6cgZhZioFL4gFm7_Levku1YKTOXUs0i0dxmNPcZ2EzkuGFywlpkrtQ/s1600/radishes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuUwC-sQbCUX2yTj4Ub65jnK5Q8Izorab2SkJ9KAoQAg7aW_5rAajBSO3QPtUKU2UJAGyaF44dicOF5QL-dnag6cgZhZioFL4gFm7_Levku1YKTOXUs0i0dxmNPcZ2EzkuGFywlpkrtQ/s320/radishes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062753500284674" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Cooking, menu planning yes, but baking, not so much. I didn't like sweets when I was younger (my, how things change) so I had little desire to learn to make cakes, cookies and other yum-0 things. I do remember making a cake and cupcakes in a white/silver motif that was from a <i>Seventeen </i>magazine article (circa 1968 or 69), but that was the rare attempt.</div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>With my own family I did a lot of baking. Cookies were baked for after school snacks, quick breads were prepared to share with family/friends, and bread was baked weekly to ease the budget. But baking was not a passion so ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Well. I've revisited the whole baking thing. I REALLY like Kim's <i>Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookie</i>. I have to choose not to make them weekly 'cause I will eat too many. And now I have found the Classic White Bread recipe courtesy of marthastewart.com</div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHds0P6255xEi15ZG3FIX94e3gLZhy8n1jGlBJsHbY3M7TRdhRseO3XYpM_Wco5A3zm5vFrK25gJVIR4b2OYfVstQ2veTC_PzeSdRCHvxAntHfz-VkRTD0LxjHAu5ZkUWeQZTst4zNzo/s1600/MS+Bread.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHds0P6255xEi15ZG3FIX94e3gLZhy8n1jGlBJsHbY3M7TRdhRseO3XYpM_Wco5A3zm5vFrK25gJVIR4b2OYfVstQ2veTC_PzeSdRCHvxAntHfz-VkRTD0LxjHAu5ZkUWeQZTst4zNzo/s320/MS+Bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523977718841624386" /></a><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Pizza has been a staple here in the Young household. We probably ate it <b>at least</b> 2 times a week--lunch and then for dinner and I don't mean leftovers. We were using <i>Digiorno </i>-- kind of expensive here, though, almost $10 for a frozen pizza. Yikes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well. Compliments of Wolfgang Puck I have found the pizza crust that works for me. Yummy, yummy, yummy. And it's easy.</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><div>All of this would not be accomplished if it were not for the new KitchenAid stand mixer.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQhhfYsKnt2YIBdUGgLHsB3N1YJWrJ9RfAflBCVNeN-k8HxL9sYiW44AK6Zi09ILPj6LQJEx7CJDPe401Wr8mjRuB-ZtRLOxnmna9RXvo5PAL-9yb6CMrq70HuAxFz8bgUCbPqnY_QLM/s1600/KitchenAid+Mixer"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQhhfYsKnt2YIBdUGgLHsB3N1YJWrJ9RfAflBCVNeN-k8HxL9sYiW44AK6Zi09ILPj6LQJEx7CJDPe401Wr8mjRuB-ZtRLOxnmna9RXvo5PAL-9yb6CMrq70HuAxFz8bgUCbPqnY_QLM/s320/KitchenAid+Mixer" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523977241369378418" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div><div>The drudgery is gone. This baby whips up ANYTHING in no time at all. We have cinnamon bread for breakfast, focaccia bread (Williams Sonoma) for lunch or dinner and then cookies or pumpkin/ginger bread for dessert.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, yes it's hard to stay on the diet, but we have incorporated things like bike riding in the evening and small portions are the key to success.</div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeTmpwYqPe9CG4fp5NVfzLRZ2QXQrMZgrIjGCHUK6m5f5B4G7euWaDk276wGRl-Ch2mpzdbSQ5DRLlf3WYpVVNNy34b3gV7kWKGADjWP1SjHvpzhf2wwoqk-RLhiJeXfZrxEvK7mQj5w/s1600/cruiser.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeTmpwYqPe9CG4fp5NVfzLRZ2QXQrMZgrIjGCHUK6m5f5B4G7euWaDk276wGRl-Ch2mpzdbSQ5DRLlf3WYpVVNNy34b3gV7kWKGADjWP1SjHvpzhf2wwoqk-RLhiJeXfZrxEvK7mQj5w/s320/cruiser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523976911946710818" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div><div>The only down side -- no more eating out; our bodies don't like the food with the artificial additives. (I would like the break, but I just have a glass of wine while I'm cooking and call it good.)</div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhei8bQxk_Dsw1vnLUhqKO8pOaG3MFK-r0Z8ljZ3DSHPlkg6saP_NYtqxbywNrxk-y4HQU-fUIYI6Z2ub-xqNUUD78s4o3gDBKoko4stKox4EmaL11bjgY1ZtpACDxOayuKTWOGioEKuGQ/s1600/cadillac.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhei8bQxk_Dsw1vnLUhqKO8pOaG3MFK-r0Z8ljZ3DSHPlkg6saP_NYtqxbywNrxk-y4HQU-fUIYI6Z2ub-xqNUUD78s4o3gDBKoko4stKox4EmaL11bjgY1ZtpACDxOayuKTWOGioEKuGQ/s320/cadillac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523976365491220290" /></a><br />Once, when I was extolling the pioneer virtues of enduring hardship, my father said to me, "If the pioneers had Cadillacs, they would have driven them." <div><br /></div><div> Why suffer needlessly. Enjoy the good life. The right tool for the right job.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-32122079252251267732010-08-22T17:30:00.003-06:002010-08-22T18:01:36.358-06:00CitiesLately I've been thinking about cities. The recognizable architecture, say the Brooklyn Bridge, from the ground or the air you see the bridge and you KNOW it's the Brooklyn Bridge. Interestingly there are those historians who say that if this bridge was not built Brooklyn would have been New York City instead of just one of the five boroughs.<div><br /></div><div>Oahu has one city, Honolulu. Most of the almost 1.3 million population of all the Hawaiian Islands is located in Honolulu. For reference Denver County is 600,000; Los Angeles County 9.8 million. I don't spend much time there, but the second city, Kapolei is close, walking distance to my front door. All the fast food you could dream about (is that more accurately referred to as a nightmare?). Suburbs spread everywhere I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the first time in recorded history, more people live in cities than in rural areas. Sort of a watershed moment really. For example, do we really need to teach our children animal sounds? Will they ever <i>hear </i>a cow moo? We don't eat cow or pig or sheep, rather beef, pork and lamb. In fact we eat food we could never grow. Do grapes grow in Honolulu? It cost me $8 for a bunch of green grapes this week so I certainly hope I was paying for transport as well as product. I know I can pick a mango or a papaya from a tree in any block, in any direction just here in our sub-division, right, sub-division not farmers market or roadside stand.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cities are what I remember when I travel. Berlin is not like Munich. LA and San Francisco are VERY different. Chicago is the quintessential American city to me. Various ethic groups, mid-western in sensibility, rolling green lawns in front of large homes, political corruption of a local and national scope. New York is much more international. Los Angeles is so the West Coast--what have you done for me lately. Houston colloquial and quasi-southern.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chicago. Now that's American. People help even before you ask for help say with directions. When downtown looking for coffee shop or a copy center, just look lost and someone will offer a suggestion (now it may not be the BEST suggestion but the sentiment is certainly worthy of recognition).</div><div><br /></div><div>Good food. Again, not New York but Rick Bayless Mexican (in the <i>middle </i>of the USA) is to die for. Korean -- yum. And, of course, that beef. Only those from Iowa claim it's better there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fashion. Michigan Avenue, the miracle mile has some mighty fine shops and the ladies can really get it together. When you have winters like Chicago does you get to have GREAT winter attire. The "L" makes walking in those shoes possible, too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Geography. Lake Michigan in the late Spring and Summer. Need I say more. It's beautiful. Beautiful. However, I've been there in late Fall, Thanksgiving and the wind and cold is, well it can best described by Jack. When I took him along with me for my evening walk (the sun was not yet set) after just 10 minutes he sat in the middle of road and would NOT proceed. Until I turned around to head home he would not take another step. It's cold. Really, really cold and I'm talking about the time of the year before it gets REALLY cold. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cities have distinct personality and unique pleasures, much like people.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-80509623837643181842010-08-11T22:10:00.004-06:002010-08-11T22:25:21.113-06:00Thinking About NothingOnce a friend (John B.) said, "When your husband tells you he is thinking about nothing, he is really thinking about nothing."<div><br /></div><div>At the time I found that hard to believe, but since John didn't really have an agenda when he made this comment (by that I mean he nothing to gain) I thought it was worthy of consideration. So I did a little investigation.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told several female friends about this comment. The response from ALL of them was something like, "Really? How can you think about nothing?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I came close. I won 500 games of Spider <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Solitaire</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you. Thank you very much.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-4457167019237790542010-08-09T23:06:00.001-06:002010-08-09T23:24:47.841-06:00The Important ThingsThroughout life you learn things. Some of those things are valuable and some are indispensable. This week I've been reflecting on WHO taught me the important things.<div><br /></div><div>Mrs. Good (really that was her name)</div><div>This lady taught a neighborhood "Good News Club" in Chatsworth, CA. I was ten years old and that's when I heard the good news about Jesus and began eternal life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mamaw (my maternal grandmother)</div><div>This woman was probably the most influential woman in my life. She taught me to sew and while during her lifetime I never met her exacting standards (and I still cannot cut very well) I've sew a lot of pretty good stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jan H.</div><div>This lady helped me grow up in the Lord and just in general. She can drive me crazy at times but she among all of my friends always believes the best and hopes and prays for that best, too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ma Lady -- My mom</div><div>I called my mother Ma Lady because she told me never to call her Ma. So of course that was what I was going to call her and to keep from getting in trouble I added "lady." I have a very strong sense of self and self worth and while there are a gazillion unresolved issues in our relationship I guess when all is said and done that's a pretty good gift from a mother.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wendy H./L.</div><div>This is a high school friend. We had some fun, wild times including driving to Ventura County line EVERY day one summer until my dad got the gas credit card bill. :-) Wendy was a pretty, smart and very, very fun friend. She taught me to pee outside.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dr. Bill Bright, Dr. John MacArthur and Dr. Charles Swindoll</div><div>All three of these "preachers" taught me how to love God and love my neighbors. I will be eternally grateful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Living a good life where mylight shines and God is glorified is my goal. These folks and many more have influenced me to the good. Living for what really matters never really gets complicated on its own. Love God. Love others.<br /></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-69368924949860989062010-07-27T00:12:00.002-06:002010-07-27T00:22:20.587-06:00Yummy<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This evening I baked "The Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookie." The recipe </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">courtesy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> of Kim. Now she says she got the recipe from an online friend but my rule is: if I don't know your friend, it's your recipe.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's a good thing they turned out. I've been having a problem baking. Cookies turn out more like scones so I threatened to swear off baking if these did not turn out well. No problem. They are DELICIOUS. The magic is the sea salt.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWL8FblwrRKRgdzVk9EroVuGTsBnZEV1J1pmEULKVa00E5YVO8L5fANYRgc2LtcIwKY6bNV-XMjA1QwJE4L3MKqjC4C-a5crlOAI4t-bI0ch7WeDyZ9JnaMcXRurwuJBFBtICD7e_S44/s1600/chocolate+chip+cookies+07+26+10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWL8FblwrRKRgdzVk9EroVuGTsBnZEV1J1pmEULKVa00E5YVO8L5fANYRgc2LtcIwKY6bNV-XMjA1QwJE4L3MKqjC4C-a5crlOAI4t-bI0ch7WeDyZ9JnaMcXRurwuJBFBtICD7e_S44/s320/chocolate+chip+cookies+07+26+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498465328915266034" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookie</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">s</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ingredients</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />2C minus 2Tbs cake flour<br />1 2/3C all-purpose flour<br />1 ¼ tsp baking soda<br />1 ½ tsp baking powder<br />1 ½ tsp coarse salt (or sea salt)<br />2 ½ sticks unsalted butter<br />1 ¼ C light brown sugar<br />1C plus 2 Tbs sugar<br />2 Large eggs<br />2 tsp vanilla<br />1 ¼ c bittersweet chocolate (or any kind of chocolate chips that you like)*<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Directions</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Sift flours, baking soda, baking powder and coarse salt into bowl and set aside.<br />Using mixer, cream butter and sugars until very light (5 min).<br />Add eggs (1 at a time), mixing well after each addition.<br />Stir in vanilla. Reduce speed to low and add dry ingredients and mix until just combined.<br />Drop chocolate pieces in and then press plastic wrap against dough.<br />Refrigerate 24-36 hours. Dough can be refrigerated for up to 72 hours. (A couple of hours works.)<br />Preheat oven to 350 degrees, roll into balls and sprinkle lightly with coarse/sea salt.<br />Bake 15 minutes or until golden brown (for my oven 12-13 minutes).<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I used my silpat. This is a kitchen tool I cannot live without. Never a burned cookie, biscuit, or even veggies ever again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFlzPLT_hjEzv7MIIPoHxEveCX0wzOalkxaQDK6TXXdEw52WbgncVhar5CJUbymvzMs0Axo_YecKRowdmf0K0pui3mBVOMFlBbxNJ16AYcAamhWATv43dFTfV-HBMk2YMwqcse99kqrM/s1600/Silpat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFlzPLT_hjEzv7MIIPoHxEveCX0wzOalkxaQDK6TXXdEw52WbgncVhar5CJUbymvzMs0Axo_YecKRowdmf0K0pui3mBVOMFlBbxNJ16AYcAamhWATv43dFTfV-HBMk2YMwqcse99kqrM/s320/Silpat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498465173676454178" /></a>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-20111555233385327612010-07-24T18:39:00.004-06:002010-07-24T18:50:36.550-06:00Be Careful What You Say<p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Due to Kim A.s influence I've decided to published my list of things to do. Hers was 101 in 2010 but I'm modifying and taking a look at what to do for the final third of my life.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The first third (0-25/30 years old) is the beginning. Learning how to live, how to be a family girl, get an education – academic and the work related learning progression so you can be a functioning citizen as in get-a-job. Many find a life partner. I did married him at 23 years old. Too young, but so far it's working out okay. Many start a family. I did, all three were born before I was thirty. Too young and if I had to do it over again I would do it the same way just 3 years later.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The second third (+/- 30-60 years old) is the living of life. We built our family. Training and teaching the three to be productive, contributing members of society. We had a lot of fun along the way. Careers were built, a future and a hope. We lived like it really mattered. Sharing Christ in so many different ways. Bringing meals to sick families. Taking care of children (sometimes adult children) so parents could have break. Listening to hurting people, sometimes helping, sometimes just listening. Building baseball parks, teaching VBS, helping pregnant women, cleaning others houses and cars, moving young families into their new home, hosting dinner parties, knowing and loving our neighbors, sewing dance costumes, baking cookies, serving classroom teachers. Essentially living life in the 20<sup>th</sup> century with the end purpose of knowing that living and being while honoring God would/could/might result in His glory.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The final third (+/- 60 – ? years old) is the reflective time of life. There are still retirement plans to contribute to, but leading the way is now that 2<sup>nd</sup> third group of people's responsibility. Advice and counsel is the primary function. This can go easy or hard. If you think you are still cool you're not. If you think the polite attentiveness in conversation from those younger is agreement/understanding/awe, it's not. They could learn it the easy way—ask, but they won't. The world is brand new to them and we learn from history that we do not learn from history.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Well, many years ago I heard a preacher end his sermon by saying something like, almost all people start with passion, enthusiam and energy. Most do not finish well. And then he charged us to finish well. Throughout my life these words have come back to mind and I have lived my life differently because I wanted to finish well.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">To that end here's my list of what is left to do. (BTW I am <b>NOT </b>yet 60 yo.) I will periodically update my achievements, possibly add to the list but my intention is to make public what I think I should do with the purpose of not letting the time slip away.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><u><b>Mastery</b></u></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">1. Find, execute, enjoy the ultimate chocolate chip cookie</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">2. Learn embroidered smocking and make 3 matching dresses</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">3. Take watercolor painting class</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">4. Resume gardening; learn potted techniques for current region</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">5. Annually read 10 books on a variety of subjects (spiritual growth, fiction, current management strategies, biographies, etc.)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">6. Learn wine (history, vintages, regions, taste)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">7. Participate in a book club (possibly on line)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">8. Maintain at least a cursory knowledge of internet technology advancements (for example Twitter)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">9. Daily walk 2 miles</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><u><b>Legacy</b></u></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">10. Catalog “best” recipes</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">11. Create silhouettes of grandchildren</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">12. Participate in local community service projects/ministries</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">13. Weekly post on blog about subjects of a “timeless” nature</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">14. Continue to downsize/eliminate possessions</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">15. Participate in a Bible study</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">16. Write a letter a week</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">17. Create “I've Been There” book with notes and impressions</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><u><b>Beauty</b></u></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">18. Climb Diamondhead</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">19. Watch the big surf on the North Shore</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">20. Visit Bishop Museum</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">21. Swim in the ocean at night (again)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">22, Swim one mile in one session (resting between laps is allowed)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">23. Travel to San Antonio, TX</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">24. Travel to SD to see Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">25. Annually attend 2 live music performances (I'd like one to be Paul McCartney, but who knows)</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">26. Annual day of solitude for reflection, peace of mind, renewal with God</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">27. Annually spend a retreat weekend or day with close friends</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">28.Travel to South America (Peru, Argentina or Chile are the preferred locations)</p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-5552736065434196452010-07-21T18:13:00.002-06:002010-07-21T18:22:29.717-06:00So ...Everybody's blogging again. Now that I use an RSS service I get the updates regularly and I like it. (Thanks Kim!)<div><br /></div><div>Photos make it more interesting. But there will be none on this post. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm working on my list "The Final Third" -- things I want to accomplish in this final third of my life (a modification of Kim's 101 in 2010. Thanks again). I will be publishing this in the next few days mostly as a means to hold myself accountable--I desire to finish well. So, no flogging me or reminding, or "helping" me in ANY way. Thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also I like the idea of writing my reflections -- for me a better way of describing journaling. Anymore that's all anybody wants from me --reflections. I think that means I'm not in it any more, but I once was. As hard as it is to admit I think that's true. Also I'm ready to pass the baton. </div><div><br /></div><div>To those 30-somethings in my life: It's your turn to make it better.</div><div><br /></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-53437679946048365782010-05-28T16:49:00.002-06:002010-05-28T17:07:11.962-06:00TatsOkay. In general I'm not a fan of tattoos. Reason: They are PERMANENT.<div><br /></div><div>Some things are cute/good/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">regrettable</span>/fun for the moment and then ... the <b>rest </b>of your life.</div><div><br /></div><div>So ... Mark and I have a day off from helping the Young family here in Oauha. So we enjoy a coffee almost at sunrise, along walk along the shore of Kailua with engaged conversation (okay, I admit this one requires the suspension of reality for those married more that 10 years, but really--it happened). We walk around the town, book store (purchase Heroes for the grandchildren), more coffee, chatting the locals and then, then I decided to shake it up a bit. I say to Mr. Conservative (the love of my life since 1963) " Let's get matching tattoos to celebrate 35 years of wedded bliss." I'm sooooooooo expecting a big, fat, NO. Instead, I get "Let's do it. How about ....." Well, I now am caught off guard (hello, 35 years of this guy STILL continues to hold out on me). <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In the end we decide (after a beer and 2 glasses of pinot grigio for me) to get a small heart on our ring fingers. </div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently there is an etiqitte to tattoos. The tattoo is supposed to face out to the world (think FTW --sorry) but I wanted this to be personal so the heart faces my eyes. "I love you." </div><div><br /></div><div>Seemed like a good idea at the time. Then a friend commented on FB that older fingers, arthritic ones that can't continue to wear the wedding ring this might be a good idea. Now if I had not posted a picture I would think this was good idea, BUT my fingers are not that old or arthritic so I'm too sure how to take this comment. My thought was when I need to be the church lady I will just put my wedding ring on and bam! conservative again.</div><div><br /></div><div>All that really matters is that my biker babe (with a small heart tattoo on his left ring finger) is MY babe for then, for now, forever. Because really, what woman will want him now that I have his ring finger tattooed?</div><div><br /></div><div>(sorry for this miss-spellings--I cannot get spell check to work and I don't remember how to spell correctly.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-41890437441275493192010-05-28T16:18:00.003-06:002010-05-28T16:41:37.841-06:00AnniversariesMay/June seem to be the months of celebration for marriage. It is true that in USA that births are at the peak in August/September (do the math), but it is unknown to me if May/June are the peak wedding months (and I'm unwilling to do the necessary research). So many of my friends are celebrating marriages of duration -- how can it be that I can easily list 20-25 peers with marriages of 25+ years. It is AMAZING.<div><br /></div><div>My marriage began June 7, 1975, it was the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd w</span>eekend after college (I wish I could lead you to believe it was high school--every year counts!!!) graduation that Mark and I pledged our troth. (Look that one up).<div><br /></div><div>Thirty-five years is a long time. I <b>remember</b> when I thought 25 <b>YEARS </b>was old. Lots has happened since that night to remember. </div><div><br /></div><div>Three children, now a blessing to behold. All three have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ (all I ever really wanted). A re-location to mid-America, a tad of an adjustment for this rocker chick, but one of the best decisions we made. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of life ... lessons, ballet, wrestling, Pioneer Girls/Boys, cello, piano, basketball, softball, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>Domestication--although I knew how to cook I needed to learn what family life was all about. Canned <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ravioli</span>, green beans and white bread resulted in the praise, "You are a good cooker." Not by my standards. </div><div><br /></div><div>Camping. Good Lord, camping. The last tent camping experience was 4th of July in the Rocky Mountains--it snowed that day. Yes, snow. I announced I was done with this pleasure in this lifetime. (Although I have camped since then --NM with LOTS of Corona--I reluctantly say I hope I never see a tent again--only because that usually means I will).</div><div><br /></div><div>The good life.</div><div><br /></div><div>What matters now? Tan feet. A good Pinot Noir. Sunrise--yes, rise. A shared life with the one you love even if the Pacific Ocean and half the continental USA are currently between you.</div><div><br /></div><div>God is good and He continues to bless me, abundantly, beyond what I can imagine or even believe.</div></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-41772067206706774982010-03-21T22:21:00.002-06:002010-03-21T22:24:27.821-06:00CiaoIn 2 1/2 hours we depart the homestead for paradise. Korea has been a mixed blessing. I am not yet able to write a post that accurately describes my feelings, impressions and beliefs about this 2 month sojourn. I do not have words to express the deep emotions -- emotions of love, isolation, faith, service, hardship, and joy. But they will come.<div><br /></div><div>On to the North Shore. Aloha.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-55181810976226751912010-03-13T19:41:00.004-07:002010-03-13T19:53:10.850-07:00I STILL Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"I hungered for a spectacular life of extraordinary triumphs, and I don't think I understood anything really about obedience or humility in terms of this sort of life. The idea for me was to be exceptional, to be great."<div><br /></div><div>"Generally when people spoke to me they had something to say to me and it was about my work. And that meant it was about my mind--this genderless and oversensuous mind. I didn't realize this immediately. I've never realized anything immediately in my life. But in truth, my life had changed. Personhood had come at last. The goal of my life had been obtained."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I don't belong anywhere. I don't come from any particular milieu. No group embraced my family."</div><div><br /></div><div>Quotes from the Anne Rice memoir, <i>Called Out of Darkness, A Spiritual Confession</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is worthy to note that <b>oversensuous </b>AND <b>personhood </b>are words not recognized by spell check. </div><div><br /></div><div>I REALLY don't belong.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-88387165558347768662010-02-13T22:17:00.002-07:002010-02-13T22:19:08.936-07:00Happy BirthdayYesterday I was walking the streets of Daegu and the first Koreans to speak to me said, "You were probably very beautiful when you were young."<div><br /></div><div>It can only get better, right?</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-57994601378141018772010-01-11T12:08:00.001-07:002010-01-11T12:11:23.546-07:00Just another beginning ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9HyRUlRqbZIdPGRpAVQh_Z5nBW35Dh-5-MJ7QCNQjlARe3n3teWmFZ5mbVk502GMYGdKzFFkAPWg7regVc_5lNscgvdUOepsnjg9xabi4uyZBc1cRTebLBHUGX9-NSPyCbNFplXs_1I/s1600-h/champagne+pop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425561493417256978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9HyRUlRqbZIdPGRpAVQh_Z5nBW35Dh-5-MJ7QCNQjlARe3n3teWmFZ5mbVk502GMYGdKzFFkAPWg7regVc_5lNscgvdUOepsnjg9xabi4uyZBc1cRTebLBHUGX9-NSPyCbNFplXs_1I/s320/champagne+pop.jpg" border="0" /></a> So it’s Monday morning January 11, 2010. In one week I will be in Taegu, South Korea to beginning a new adventure. Leah and Brian have increased their family to 4 in a very short time span and since one of them (Miss B) is still in ET they have asked me to join them in their adventure. Mark will stay in the States to take care of the house and finish his business with the organic farm in Oregon. We will share the same abode sometime later this year<br /><br />This is a BIG change for me. The first 25 +/- years were spent in SoCal setting up my life, school (CSUN), marriage and the start of family. Then our move to Colorado in the late 70s began the phase of building on that foundation, educating our children, establishing careers, growing in our faith in Christ. Now after 30 years later another phase begins.<br /><br />There is less to be sure about in the details of life and more about which to be comfortably secure. I will use this blog to capture my impressions, observations, and musings as well as a photograph or two.<br /><br />Here’s to saying yes and deserving the adventure ahead.<br /><div></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-15246092770034298922009-09-07T11:43:00.013-06:002009-09-07T12:32:29.738-06:00Just back from a weekend at the Ranch<div style="text-align: left;">Mark and I went to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Las Vegas</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">NM</st1:state></st1:place> to visit Patricia and family at their new home in NM.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The property, the home are BEAUTIFUL.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">We left about 3pm and did not run into any traffic in <st1:city st="on">Denver</st1:city> or <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Colorado <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Springs</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In the city of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">CS</st1:place></st1:city> the traffic did pick upbut there was no congestion.</st1:place></st1:city></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPm9idE738fQVEonIXaE8Z17xKkN6xA2v55rNmiUWKPWXXl5KIwKTEildW72btBZd5jjownHMv65xXLAs38xu8sBy4DV0J9BLGsuwUfvmxZnQnBamGXOjysbwHaVKMnj23VzRXL6fMQ98/s320/Walsenburg+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378794988795932482" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The obligatory photo of Walsenburg was accompanied by a text to PJ and she texted back with LOL.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(This is story that I give PJ the privilege of sharing as it is her story to tell!)</p><p class="MsoNormal">The best part of the trip was THE BOYS.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Cody greeted usand showed us around his new house.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3pNC7jnJ_lrYaZ1pTOh6CFPikFUHmQte3fY8WaUzlbaU_bgvyCyARZHc9yHbiQpJ4_KewBXDZw788s83sOrg5gWJQanlcP2BXt8dQJVeBy6Qw_TCdl_Hiul38WrFv5s4rydporqF0o8/s320/NM+Welcome+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378794736030568642" /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Tyler</st1:place></st1:city> was sleeping but when he woke up at 2am we brought him into bed with us for a late night milk bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He wasn’t sure who we were but a milk bottle is a milk bottle.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyjcBwjbLDNXSuhyphenhyphen8oS4QCsQ21hp8JEEBnMIMG0S5HGJWv7KvzMwx10yKnhSzkliKFChibCsnh-xmhm_zhy4X6BcCsJSGrSvzdYl0TGc4SrfisxYZGYhlhgxaBI58p4b3LRGLGs6O7i8/s320/NM+Tyler+in+his+room+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378794501623988146" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mark took Cody for morning walks, finding all kinds of treasure—golf balls were a big hit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But they are for throwing outside.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Since it rained we did not have a chance to enjoy the newly constructed fire pit—Jason did a GREAT job.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This is a future activity that will be relished.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Jason and Lenny participated in a gold tournament (Dwayne’s business partner runs it) while we went to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Santa Fe</st1:place></st1:city> to check out the campgrounds for Jamboree 2010.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Check out the Monkey Blog in a day or two for that update.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suffice itto say it is perfect for young families.</p><p class="MsoNormal">While in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Santa Fe</st1:place></st1:city> we hit the Children’s Museum.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This is the best child ren’s museum I’ve ever been to, bar none.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEv0S0PNYRsfvPgSM79FEDFxPxXEloLqWTIrDVNsbb-hUMC2l5rIo8UjX16rc1c0nzBKvo5yZJqIzN-qDl3Y26zdZBBdZt9kQRaDhZ9JcQPbVwDvArUjZnNydVjxtxi43bA78jB8O-mM/s320/NM+Childrens+Museum+Cody+outside+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378794011150146290" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G3LKqAgbfsRRvf-wM5R5t8LeLUnLvinVDIPj-NNT7NlxZ2VLgoSTu4FPkgaiREhrwLe9OnRdBA-flDnbkVvVwE2QbM3WaGR2GKHUndS5ag7769Ln_l_-1PV1QMr9ddWhMYZvxjYYxCI/s320/NM+Childrens+Museum+Tyler+inside+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378793383109084306" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-KmdgZHmRosnsLZaOXDJcWHzQOZiMqn8fJh-nyS50P2lgO2tbMyPmDR3BMdvvqAFX033KXaR-PSVoiZFL1zSeffXL4obzJmWhkwjQm80Jd_kDSqZzWt6K2zLbrKhGXBBPPf6YxdQ37o/s320/NM+Childrens+Museum+Cody+inside++9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378793041368947554" /><p class="MsoNormal">Kids have a great time and older kids do too.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_j3SSd2Ucl60agLp_Cgrunr-eh4HNqDj6Er83e1YYzHGIqvmn-1to7KE6QKDPuj-6otTT-Yv285E4cW73h2SmPO5dRctSMB_fAufx-FB-zqiLXftZJiDhMrHls5zPP7niDp4rNxgHkw/s320/NM+Children%27s+Museum+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378792645748641794" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Patricia cooked for us all weekend and it was good from the pastrami sandwich for lunch to the beef enchiladas for dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Breakfast had special treats too—yogurt parfaits ala McDonalds-style.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIJkGA04cRwtLLzFTfdpIJ46Iw5fSOEUPGXgAbYDqsYxGz_5eTF7vz9B32yCnsHNO9YKecb2PwJm82pu34jnSSzKFwiuzv0fHkwNTGK-MAFqJjSO3i5S0HW4qPCqOcgga1KnQ310ifTA/s320/NM+Breakfast+parfaits+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378790627264614082" /></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">One evening we joined Dwayne and Tracey (and Kellie) on the deck outside their home.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was a beautiful evening.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Beautiful time.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>It was sad to say good-bye to my boys.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But PJ will be here for her birthday and I’m sure <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Las Vegas</st1:place></st1:city> will be in our travel plans before the end of the year.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The quick 5 ½ hour drive is pleasant and doable.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></o:p></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRWlc87FmgiwDmr0UiLp3_B-fSzLkweGiSdei32KI2WMRK4XCaEbpZNqC1n91f9I9GufKAEWvvWrfbf1YfWbutUkjWQSAZIpIhALCxXtilNajPA6dSTce_N2dhdCw37YlXm_sfxjMHGY/s320/NM+Goodbye+9+2009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378790347338074114" /> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> I won’t have to miss my boys very much.</o:p></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-85253740740035219192009-08-28T19:43:00.004-06:002009-08-28T20:25:18.481-06:00MusingsSo one week down on the new adventure of working at The Mental Health Center. No comments, please on hiring from the "customer" pool. Actually that is increasing the view, hire from within.<div><br /></div><div>When you think about mental health or recovery it makes sense if you believe in what you are doing to "main stream" your clients.</div><div><br /></div><div>It so reminds me of my friend Melinda. She and her husband Tim pioneered many programs and processes to help not only their daughter, Miller, but all people with "special" needs. EVERYONE has a place. Sometimes you need to make some accommodation but all are welcome, needed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Under the category of: One of the funny things about work. Since I began my adult "working" career as a wife/mother of the stay-at-home variety where I did not work outside the home, it continues to be difficult for me to easily adapt to the "we are friendly, not friends" mentality of the work environment. In the past, my work was entirely relationship focused. I did not have to work with people I did not like--I was a volunteer. I picked the team I worked with--I was a volunteer. I was in charge--this was MY ministry. Hmmm. It was a good life but did not prepare me for the real world. Now, I work for others, do their bidding with others I'm not personally connected to.</div><div><br /></div><div>I used to think I did not like working with women. Not true. Women as a groupof people are lovely. I no longer have a need to compete or compare. I have a man that loves me, cherishes me. My children despite all their attempts otherwise, respect me. Friends, true friends surrounds me. The kind you can call at 2 a.m. and their response would be, "I'm there for you; how can I help." What else in life really matters.</div><div><br /></div><div>Under the category of musing: Women are allowed to be more expressive emotionally which I did not like in my youth. This was probably due to the women's movement -- we thought we had to be more like men to be seriously considered in the marketplace. With the hindsight as the guide we might better have considered changing the standard to include the feminine perspective which would include a more compassionate, personal, tenderness. How different the world might be if we (women) wanted to be more womanly. Hmmm.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-68066409201943487372009-08-28T19:23:00.007-06:002009-08-28T19:37:11.651-06:00You’re a good cooker …<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Many years ago Andrew complimented me on the dinner meal with the words, “Mama, you’re a good cooker.”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Before you think I’m bragging it is noteworthy to mention the menu, Chef <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Boyardee</span> Ravioli (it was with meat—I think), </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsT0zIghYPQYNz16LZSj7JO9-qAZnhLNHGNW2AFmQggGgkeIAB5qy_wzKzfmm4fWevKuKJfqvPlt-G2tBSMrTkmk6CWV2uyBr-hqYAkU3Lb8AvatGBzr28MLptsXZa5eMDPFBKVc5mf0/s400/Chef+Boy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 98px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375192666818918562" /><div style="text-align: left;">canned green beans, </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5GWbHD-tA15plNaLDT_Npvbrh8_tWzXh-6X8rXaCQUnR9vJjdxqhqL2G2il7H46CDpoLKL5dfrjoIVX3wg98Q2S6UhpnNKdIVZKC2B7NzkZj2JLe-ltI7gRNMhbY1SLLOzBwAgGU8Ps/s400/Green+Beans.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375192559684441890" /><div style="text-align: left;">and generic white bread.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCUAJhAkn_6dg46HkBbC35xWCpVF8oyKjauzLFtwyCsondKhTuQzqeiC46jgwxE8Eg1bOgQ99GVj29sRNEh6DiDil0FttRYY57ibdFOdS4cKBc2Qec6Vj-nodOeBnQVo1INepwK52Xw8/s400/White+bread.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 87px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375192439733500034" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>It was a seminal moment.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I reconsidered my audience at that moment and returned to considering the menus preferences only of Mark and myself. Translation: onions and mushrooms returned as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ingredients</span>. </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Earlier this week we had a chicken stir-fry for dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This is really fast food.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Andrew asked me where I got this recipe.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I shrugged because it was more or less “invented” with leftovers.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It rated an <b>8+</b> so here you go with the proportions—substitute with what you have on hand and FYI, I buy the rice at Fan’s for $1.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJdY-dJeG9Bs_6pBLkry_YTqG043VXuqKVGcLLhqYkpHWK98yuUkT4wdG8GBBd3LSkyCXIH9eqdO8lVAQclc4aqC2CD1jZ6a50VXfzdG-dircRl9aUCMCAiRFhTE2jX_Sxelxz4qMpyQ/s400/P1040314.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375190744474537698" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold; ">Stir Fry Chicken and Vegetable</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">3 tablespoons canola oil</p> <p class="MsoNormal">½ pound cooked chicken breast, cut diagonally in to ¼” thick slices</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Frozen vegetables (I used peppers)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fresh vegetables (I used mushrooms, onion, zucchini, etc.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons water</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons soy sauce</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Heat a large, heavy skillet or work over high heat until water sizzles when dropped on to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">the skillet.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Add 1 ½ tablespoons of the oil and tilt the pan gently in all directions until the oil has coated the surface. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When the oil is hot (not to the point of smoking), add the chicken breast slices and stir fry for 2 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Remove the chicken to a bowl.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Add the remaining oil to the skillet.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When hot, add the fresh vegetables and stir-fry for about 4 minutes, until the larger pieces are cooked through, but still crunchy. Then add the frozen vegetables and stir-fry for 2-4 minutes (I put the frozen peppers in a colander and ran some cool water over them to remove the “ice” and then towel dried them before I put them in the skillet).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Return the chicken to the skillet, add the water and soy sauce (I used low sodium since you get all the flavor and reduced sodium), and stir-fry for an additional 2 minutes. Cover the pan and steam over medium heat for 4 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You can use chicken broth as a substitute for the water.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It is more flavorful and adds dimension.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You may need more than 2 tablespoons for water/broth.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Remove the chicken and vegetables with a slotted spoon.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Spoon the liquid into small bowls and serve as gravy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHwRLJmRsRws62BjzuI5Ri-NNDO1gJ__TSUPQJ_u5wT-JF_D81g6-OZdSHXIlEuVPjpKCjn7wTvWLYgbMslKY4FwkSnk-e7AnKt_egvIoyXz9W1XZy329OZBWdq7Kx1cvDRTmpB6WY-4/s400/Deb+the+Chef%27s+portrait.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375191014605470978" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The Chef</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-14732910094943605552009-08-25T20:04:00.002-06:002009-08-28T19:37:56.159-06:00<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7sGyYsEJxfcvj0QeuO6qOQ-pP_agzk-P83gIveXgp_QDxOjcTf_9ZEf-EvCxpXtGXBBBMUows2Nb0MEeLhGRqDXelQfx7Smd3gM-fdRxeKjrv2PATebZO5iwICFoy_bYjWReRWkOAsY/s400/P1040310.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374087770220641650" /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a photo of the White Tiger that is in my living room, like Coco's car, not Meme's. She drives El Diablo Caliente.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-76540928460113346552009-08-23T17:44:00.004-06:002009-08-23T17:47:58.323-06:00Meals and Memories<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">Lest you think all the meals are a hit (8 and above).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We had <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Lemon Couscous Chicken</i> this week and it only rated a 7.5 so no-go for posting.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This week’s picture is an actual shot right before consumption <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(it appears there is some doubt that my meals are turning out like the magazine photos—and I was so proud of myself for downloading)</span></i>.</p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWT2rpwcFBAo6faxGJbCOs9bQw9kQlKQaxP9s5D0TxHAHSX1I5ZCJE9en8GH7n__ZvvwTcbCOQRGXvCV_xE9PmO8UbnkHvAP5l0QLCA5blefpG7Pf92zVRGz7cX7CpgJOZEt9YeLN_Axo/s200/DSCN0025.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373309539502388354" /> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So here’s the modification of The South Beach Diet’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Chicken-Pistachio Salad</i> transformed into …</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Chicken Pistachio<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">½ cup shelled pistachio nuts, finely chopped <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(this really does need to be done a rough chop will not cut it)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">½ + ¼ teaspoon salt</p> <p class="MsoNormal">½ teaspoon + 1 pinch freshly ground pepper <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(okay, to taste.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I like more pepper)</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves</p> <p class="MsoNormal">½ cup sliced sweet white onion</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Preheat the oven to 375<span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-ascii-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Symbol;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Symbol;">°</span></span>.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mix the nuts in a medium to large size plate with ½ teaspoon salt and ½ teaspoon pepper.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Press the chicken into the nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Heat the oil in a skillet (1-2 minutes) and cook the coated breasts 2 minutes per side <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(use a medium hot skillet).</span></i><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span>Place the breasts in a baking dish and bake for 15 minutes <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(I sprayed a little canola oil on the pan for quick release).</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Increase the heat to medium high and add the sliced onion into the skillet with the “crumbs” and little bit of remaining oil already in the skillet.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Cook until the onion is browned about 3 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Stir occasionally.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Dressing</span></b> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(for the accompanying salad)</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1 teaspoon grated sweet onion <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(don’t use a micro-planer—it won’t work)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">½ large ripe avocado, pitted and peeled</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3 tablespoons fresh lime juice <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(about 1 lime)</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons water</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I served a salad of mixed greens, the other half of the avocado sliced and a few of our “yellow pear” tomatoes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Dress the greens <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(this means add the salad dressing just to the lettuce and toss) </span></i>and then place the avocado and tomato on top.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Additionally we had a crusty whole-wheat bread that had been warmed in the oven.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">About a 45 minute prep and cook time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Rating:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>8.5, <st1:place st="on">Coco</st1:place> – “this was very good.”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We all agreed the salad needed something.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After discussion agreed asaigo cheese added to the greens, maybe 3 tablespoons would add the missing punch that was needed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I think using an entire avocado and slicing an additional avocado would have been helpful, too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;">(The original recipe calls for 1 avocado—go figure.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is some dressing left over and it will serve as a sandwich spread for during the week.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Note</span></b>:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>we also served olive oil (with herbs) for the bread.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Tonight we added some balsamic vinegar—yum. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Special was remembering that Andrew had purchased this vinegar in the airport in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Madrid</st1:place></st1:state> hoping to have a small bottle of wine.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There might have been 2 bottles of vinegar for me but alas, the opened one minus a swallow was discarded before boarding the plane home. <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-52729715741870447452009-08-20T20:22:00.007-06:002009-08-20T20:37:15.976-06:00The Contender<div style="text-align: center;">Well, tonight’s dinner is the leading contender for the overall winner.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was <b>DELICIOUS</b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAmkgsWfc_MgaZ7sc1pHc23qJ8eFMyIRHFX7mRC7zYLQOqH2abdSliSGCZHb38R2Bz-tRQVmRQgbyoDpITRIJjeLi2FNU8AHrl6zVAFZYn4e9hneysNNw3Am99cC_WK16LGTAi3zV7V4/s200/beef-tenderloin-ck-1809088-l.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372239185815043250" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhdQkntnpZMUKPpDaxyx2KZ5evSr9cvLD_qTfjw0kYMirUuM9gXQki-VeIXsD029FfL1evJuuDh2JBNt07KnJLFlpVPTYtFKbw8cOh35Af5kQvG-aZwSgbMo-WoGxOOfqExJpMn0LKEA/s1600-h/beef-tenderloin-ck-1809088-l.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></span></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIaV-eht1xYOvcEhZcoWTiyjDtHSAbBt4pdwZKFZhiz9YAmCvb2uWWN8oGqcJpcVhJT3F0Jsx8UdC0WXBNrHABn33G5_S363uTiQjzGJMYR6BQQ3CW-sFQRsvFIM0sT7NIidBv6K5JBU/s1600-h/tea-sorbet-ck-1809106-l.jpg"></a></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Beef Tenderloin with Mustard and Herbs<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ingredients<o:p></o:p></i></p> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">1 (2 ½ pound) beef tenderloin, trimmed (ask the butcher s/he will do this)</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">Olive oil (as needed, approximately 2 tablespoons)</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">1 teaspoon salt</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">1/3 cup finely chopped fresh parsley</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">2 tablespoons chopped fresh thyme</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">1 ½ <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>tablespoons finely chopped fresh rosemary</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">3 tablespoons <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Dijon</st1:city></st1:place> mustard</li> </ul> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Preparation<o:p></o:p></i></p> <ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in">Prepare grill. You want a HOT grill, 450° or so.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in">Lightly coat beef with olive oil; sprinkle evenly with salt and pepper. Place beef on grill rack coated with cooking spray. Reduce heat to medium, about 350°. Grill 30 minutes or until a thermometer registers 145° or until desired degree of doneness, turning to brown on all sides. Let beef stand 10 minutes.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l1 level1 lfo2;tab-stops:list .5in">Sprinkle parsley, thyme, and rosemary in an even layer on an 18 x 15–inch sheet of plastic wrap. Brush mustard evenly over beef. Place beef in herb mixture on plastic wrap; roll beef over herbs, pressing gently. Slice beef.</li></ol></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDgurm27QvQeb5AaxNo3P0SyHhk019uSmNa0or2kfjLCXSB22HubjnIl5ZFrnskydiTUiJYQHeLWoxEruY_Ga_4BMsOEio3w4sGSGagDyRxoQUB1LTL9Gd18Uz-ImU5V6tqIEfp9S7p8/s200/ravioli-spinach-bacon_300.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372238640877512786" /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Ravioli with Spinach <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ingredients<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1 pound cheese ravioli (fresh or frozen)<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons toasted pine nuts (heat a skillet to hot, stir nuts quickly for 1 minute or less)<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons olive oil<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 cloves garlic, sliced or minced<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 bunches fresh spinach, thick stems removed (about 8 cups)<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">kosher salt and black pepper</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i></i></p><i><p class="MsoNormal">Directions<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Cook the ravioli according to the package directions. Drain and divide among bowls.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Heat the oil over medium heat in a skillet. Add the garlic and cook, stirring occasionally, until golden, 1 to 2 minutes. Add the spinach, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Cook, tossing, until just wilted, 1 to 2 minutes. Spoon the mixture over the ravioli.</span><o:p></o:p></p></i><p></p></div><div><ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"> </ol></div><div><br /></div><div>And dessert, easy, delicious, sweet ..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIaV-eht1xYOvcEhZcoWTiyjDtHSAbBt4pdwZKFZhiz9YAmCvb2uWWN8oGqcJpcVhJT3F0Jsx8UdC0WXBNrHABn33G5_S363uTiQjzGJMYR6BQQ3CW-sFQRsvFIM0sT7NIidBv6K5JBU/s1600-h/tea-sorbet-ck-1809106-l.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIaV-eht1xYOvcEhZcoWTiyjDtHSAbBt4pdwZKFZhiz9YAmCvb2uWWN8oGqcJpcVhJT3F0Jsx8UdC0WXBNrHABn33G5_S363uTiQjzGJMYR6BQQ3CW-sFQRsvFIM0sT7NIidBv6K5JBU/s200/tea-sorbet-ck-1809106-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372237032554386258" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Lemonade IcedTea Sorbet<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ingredients<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 cups boiling water</p> <p class="MsoNormal">4 regular-sized English Breakfast tea bags</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3/4 cup sugar</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3/4 cup fresh lemon juice (about 4 lemons)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">1 cup ice water</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mint sprigs (optional)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Preparation<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1. Combine 2 cups boiling water and tea bags in a large bowl; steep 5 minutes. Discard tea bags. Add sugar to tea mixture, stirring until sugar dissolves. Cool completely. Stir in juice and 1 cup ice water; chill 1 hour.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2. Pour tea mixture into the freezer can of an ice-cream freezer; freeze according to manufacturer's instructions. Spoon sorbet into a freezer-safe container. Cover and freeze 1 hour or until firm. Garnish with mint sprigs, if desired.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-variant:small-caps">Rating</span></b>:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This rated a 9.7.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Flavors danced lightly on the tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The tenderloin was tender and PERFECTLY seasoned—no one added salt or pepper to their plate.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The ravioli dish was garlicky, crunchy (pine nuts) and creamy (cheese in the pasta).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This dish could be a main dish with some crumbled bacon or left-over grilled chicken.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The sorbet, what can I say. The addition of this 78 calorie dessert was GENIUS.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sweet and tart, light and satisfying.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Brilliant</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Note</i>:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Timing in the preparation can be tricky.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Don’t be tempted to cook the ravioli before the meat is cooked.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The water can be boiling, but put the pasta in when the meat comes off the grill.</p></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-67909989099515511982009-08-15T20:17:00.005-06:002009-08-15T20:23:23.376-06:00You’ve Been Holding Out On Us …<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8itm-E8E9e4Ap4v5-5ZSB4hdjrBNQQKdX_t_vi3h2kZWBkXOe5kp9U3Gh39mrNWK7-1q3r-3CooOZsLndbThWBBqF2v9vpUCCjnmbsRXEPouI0W6WV9oC1vTvV5Vh8FJ5yTMVAyAYVMk/s1600-h/stuffed-pork-ck-1835252-l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8itm-E8E9e4Ap4v5-5ZSB4hdjrBNQQKdX_t_vi3h2kZWBkXOe5kp9U3Gh39mrNWK7-1q3r-3CooOZsLndbThWBBqF2v9vpUCCjnmbsRXEPouI0W6WV9oC1vTvV5Vh8FJ5yTMVAyAYVMk/s320/stuffed-pork-ck-1835252-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370380384497167378" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold; ">F</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold; ">ruit and Walnut-Stuffed Pork Loin</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span>Ingredients</span></b><span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/2 cup dry red wine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/4 cup dried sour cherries<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/4 cup chopped dried apricots<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/4 cup chopped dried plums (I used fresh)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/3 cup finely chopped walnuts<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1 1/4 teaspoons salt, divided<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/2 teaspoon grated lemon rind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>2 (1-ounce) slices French bread<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>2 garlic cloves, minced<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1 (2 1/2-pound) boneless center-cut pork loin roast, trimmed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>2 tablespoons <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Dijon</st1:place></st1:city> mustard<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Cooking spray<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Parsley sprigs (optional)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span>Preparation</span></b><span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>1. Preheat oven to 400°.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>2. Combine first 5 ingredients in a medium microwave-safe bowl; microwave at HIGH 2 minutes. Let stand 10 minutes or until fruit is plump. Drain mixture through a sieve, reserving fruit mixture. Combine fruit mixture, walnuts, shallots, 1/4 teaspoon salt, and rind.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>3. Combine 3/4 teaspoon salt, French bread, and next 3 ingredients (through garlic) in a food processor; process until fine crumbs form.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>4. Cut pork in half lengthwise, cutting to, but not through, other side; open halves, laying the pork flat. Starting from center, cut each half lengthwise, cutting to, but not through, other side; open halves, laying pork flat. Cover with plastic wrap; pound to an even thickness. Discard plastic wrap. Spread fruit mixture over pork, leaving a 1/2-inch border. Roll up pork, jelly-roll fashion, starting with one long side. Secure with wooden picks. Sprinkle outside of pork evenly with remaining 1/4 teaspoon salt; brush evenly with mustard. Sprinkle breadcrumb mixture over pork; press gently to adhere. Place pork on a broiler pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 400° for 55 minutes or until a meat thermometer inserted in the thickest part registers 155°. Let pork stand 10 minutes. Remove wooden picks. Cut into 16 (1/2-inch-thick) slices. Garnish with parsley sprigs, if desired.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Unlike the above photograph, I served with roasted vegetables (eggplant, summer squash, mushrooms, onion).<span> </span>French bread with olive oil (special spread that includes olives—yum) and a beet, goat cheese spinach salad.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>The variety of flavors complimented one another, creating an explosion on the palate (Andrew waxing poetic).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><b>Rating</b>:<span> </span>This is a 9.5.<span> </span>However, it is not a beginner recipe and somewhat time consuming—lots of prep for a week night dinner. There were lots of “hmmm.”<span> </span>“This is delicious.”<span> </span>“If this is what we get when we finish projects we are going to finish a lot more.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>This meal has spurred us to designate categories, beef, chicken, pork, and vegetarian with an overall “grand” prize winner.<span> </span>So right now, this is the pork winner.<span> </span>Too early to tell if it’s the grand champion.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-73893570768459261062009-08-13T13:31:00.026-06:002009-08-13T13:52:30.219-06:0010 Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXhyphenhyphenOHJvvVzv0rEZ0Gl-nn_Bs29gcznLlU0QTMQV7vhFX1N6T5tMncGBYhPOWlnpF09nCNLy0KaO2EyU7rr1NqfDzcg2dxpDX1dgOT1vxITaZ3PO8f2NxbwIndSsO1gXaqyMDP3z_rW4/s1600-h/Mental+Health+Center.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXhyphenhyphenOHJvvVzv0rEZ0Gl-nn_Bs29gcznLlU0QTMQV7vhFX1N6T5tMncGBYhPOWlnpF09nCNLy0KaO2EyU7rr1NqfDzcg2dxpDX1dgOT1vxITaZ3PO8f2NxbwIndSsO1gXaqyMDP3z_rW4/s320/Mental+Health+Center.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369534455937705666" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Work at the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Mental</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Health</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Center</st1:placetype></st1:place> begins in 10 days.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am very much looking forward to this work.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">My new boss, Kitty deKieffer is a strong, gentle woman with a varied life experience—both work and personal.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQxN7dm5fnzEhQNR4cBeZAAxR74ZwKxOn4UEH3zJDupUBXgwxqWRFFKpAY3xuLEM0-xI3U4z1505XndPYH2qaUVVxlWcaT7kwbYmxdi0chjnePznNpJa813-81dsk9NfLJdDp5zJVkzs/s320/MHCKitty+in+office.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369537631903496050" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I am very much looking forward to getting to know her even the more.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The mission of the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Menta<st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">l</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Health</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Center</st1:placetype></st1:place>, “In partnership with others, we improve quality of life and reduce the burden of illness by providing comprehensive, community-based mental health services for those with the greatest need” is a purpose I can wrap my heart around.</st1:placename></st1:place></p><p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>There is so much to like about this statement.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“In partnership with others,”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>ALL recovery, healing happens in community.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It truly does take a village and not just for raising children.</st1:placename></st1:place></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Improve quality of life and reduce the burden of illness” ... my own life and the lives of so many around me are affected by both mental and physical illness.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This statement beautifully encompasses the hope and the weight of the work that seeks improvement, hope.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Providing comprehensive, community-based … services”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>there is no one answer, no one way to meet the myriad of need that our community faces.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My faith is <b>NOT </b>the answer to the practical problems that illness reveals.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><b>BECAUSE </b>of my faith I want to be part of the force that provides the hands, the effort, and the work that creates solutions to problems, both individual and community-based.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“for those with greatest need.”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What a beautiful statement.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Weak, hurting, smelly, odd, these are adjectives that we spend hours of effort to make sure do <b>NOT </b>describe us.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>To serve those among us that are unlovely is an effort that requires me to tap into reservoirs that do not originate in myself.</p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcxX0jUfA66sVUvl1-RWEUR68ZmKi0fh6_Y9cbl2prHjR_QCAjUSeKJBhxdatiJIKWt3LXr1iMk9dTM0naffeiQXG3ADWkO6AJ1-aX82ejGIvR88ouldN6itlAdidgwQ4MKUX5Mq2q4Y/s320/Mental+Health+Center+Close+up.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369533654793014306" /> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is going to be a fun job.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><a href="http://www.mhcbc.org/">http://www.mhcbc.org</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <h1 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt:8.35pt"><o:p> </o:p></h1> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-26125012380368718302009-08-10T18:50:00.004-06:002009-08-10T20:11:14.633-06:00The Aroma Makes My Mouth WaterThis is a beautiful meal, very "company" in presentation.<div><br /></div><div><b>Sauteed Spinach with Pecans and Goat Cheese</b></div><div>2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil</div><div>1 medium red onion, halved, and thinly sliced (<i>I used less</i>)</div><div>1 1/4 pound baby spinach</div><div>2 tablespoons sherry vinegar</div><div>1/2 cup coarsely chopped pecans</div><div>1/4 cup soft goat cheese (about 2 ounces), crumbled (<i>I used feta</i>)</div><div><br /></div><div>Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat until hot but not smoking. Add onion; cook, stirring occasionally, until onion has softened, about 5 minutes. Add spinach; cook, tossing, until spinach has started</div><div> to wilt, about 2 minutes. Transfer to a serving platter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Add vinegar to skillet and heat 5 seconds. Drizzle over spinach and onion. Sprinkle with pecans and goat cheese. Gently toss. Serve immediately.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hummm. This is DELICIOUS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unboring chicken -- <b>Lemon and Rosemary Golden Chicken</b></div><div>Grill (or saute in 1 tsp. olive oil) a boneless chicken breast until cooked through, 5 minutes per side; set aside. In the same skillet, combine 2 tsp. olive oil, a small chopped clove garlic, 1 tsp. chopped fresh rosemary leaves (I used more) and the juice of one lemon. (Use less, it was a smidge too lemony). Simmer for 2 to 3 minutes. Drizzle over chicken. Serve with slices of crusty bread to soak up the sauce.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THIS was a superb meal. Easy -- 45-60 minutes from start to "dinner is ready!" And that includes the chicken being frozen (microwave defrost).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCUHuI823dlWdND-tfG_v2-WkFIaJQ1wwI53oGuT76_E3RPJq-1Abg1gh0uyH4IskzJA6aBR3pRwXzbk92ysRYL0gvK4RPdZZM1VJABjeMIXJhkcgRmmgtDH9LrhT-RTYrac_bSxb0A8/s320/Stella+Italia+Pinot+Grigio.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368522343979016386" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wine: Stella Italia, Pinot Grigio 2007</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>RATING: Mark says, "you can cook this again." Andrew rates it an 8.5 (only because there was the too- much-lemon) and I give it a 9.5 -- easy, delicious, aromatic, pretty.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stellar meal. It's simplicity, complexity and over-lapping flavors, we WILL have this meal again. And again. And again.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And again.</div><div><br /></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-46884212407214654652009-08-07T12:07:00.002-06:002009-08-07T13:30:03.410-06:00Fast Food<p class="MsoNormal">This is DELICIOUS.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mark says he has 3 ratings, don’t cook this again, it’s okay and we can have this again.</p> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnk2IE6UZExEQItTnlaJn3BPKwUOp42j41AYvHk3_QZ83U0tTx4-YN5acZzHTbZiuHm-CH7y7pF5snMFAXxp1BmPU-8DxiMsIoLMzBEebUL2nLHFKBpRVwJZyP6wRrY9aG9Npd7sV2xY/s320/sole-capers-chives_300.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367286583486560418" /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Poached with capers and chives</span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>¾ cup dry white wine</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1 pound sole (or other white fish)fillets, cut into spatula-size pieces</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sea salt and pepper</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons capers</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2 tablespoons chives</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Heat the wine in a large skillet over medium heat.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Add the fish, drizzle with the oil, and season with ¼ teaspoon salt and 1/8 teaspoon pepper.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sprinkle the capers over the top and cook, covered, until just cooked through, opaque, and beginning to flake, about 4 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sprinkle with the chives.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Divide among individual plates, spooning the wine and caper sauce over the top.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Rating: 9.5</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>We will have this again. </o:p></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1674263767945016287.post-26367278196299224922009-08-01T12:10:00.011-06:002009-08-01T12:30:48.739-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I went to a birthday party last week. A friend of mine turned one. Yes, she’s a friend of mine, but her parents are the ones that are most familiar with me.</div><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_aqZ_LNccwv8ZZBV8tsECOWM9KhGEq8-7ibKXRAlCEKQdvHBzQ6WWfT4KxhzE8e6ZA1_3kiGru447sVa_FVODKtbneYq367b6U1w9qsiYnG56xxXwR8dDw_noaUbankhVb51OJSUgEYo/s320/McKenna+Bday+cake.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365059874574434882" /><p class="MsoNormal">She had the BEST birthday cake. I almost (almost) cannot wait to have another birthday so I can have the same kind.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkHaBozBwMKinOfPstfnuMNubNEWy_A1CncHPpTb4mmxjnzsA3LI-EZFw5hVmrkaMxHm00XBAbUIUqj-RgS-DgWeD5If3ke1dxs9WQrW9a5NFYPR_26IO6S8FNpWAjAHHzN_q2LTIDQU/s320/barbie+doll+cake.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 140px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365063277244681122" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">A few birthday celebrations standout in my mind. Under 10 years old I had a Barbie cake.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My mother and Mamaw made a cake skirt for the doll. I really don’t remember, just saw the pictures.<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOi828fOlYCmA7rhs0uosObNhONsoAL21Iv8Qds0i2uxLiqj2RElUYg7UEPe1a0nTEJg5GIJG0YtLnZplj6lRXKsr4kLC9huTuzNkxE8w1_Qo5S3roHCGZHFfVCSlJKDg9pM7oIxpVe_M/s320/margurita.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 82px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365060995875519378" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">For my twenty first birthday my dad took me out for my first “legal” drink at the El Presidente restaurant on the corner of <st1:place st="on">Devonshire</st1:place> and <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Reseda Blvd.</st1:address></st1:street></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpux4ukLO5nLfEZlWvhI7TUBzcEzfOQUoVu3qOMSPj9sAOxqWiWkd5YihvET5P3swzA_JIbFdGbzX_GyiO66GSucHY8X6lxtw8shLTFEFMT7A4FbtD8IB7F97IzPsTfMDUnRkL4An0GA/s320/Presidente+restaurant.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365062674162715026" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> The rest of the birthday was not so memorable—I just don’t remember it (and not because I drank too much). I think you should remember your 21st birthday, friends, partying, being the center of attention, something should stand out. But, alas the memory is shared with my dad. Upon reflection, not so bad I guess.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">There was the birthday when I got a romance novel from my children and husband.</p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1IaEhLHsQ1-goEu1gEdGAfuNFOEmhVc56oqP9EgP8t2mgCLEAZpFqTe1TB1oWiQBp-a32OCihWGHlEQX7jNbxQGawvbsl8yNRCjHksTM0S8TfuF-6lL9v3SV0-y6D5m52wNKnUVpm0k/s320/romance+novel+cover.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365061930221218962" /><p class="MsoNormal">Being a book snob I was surprised they thought I would like a book covered with a Fabio impersonator in a bend-her-back embrace with a busty wench, but the things a mother thanks her children for …</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Well, the kiddos insisted I look through the book and so I did. The pages were cut out to hold a ring box which held a pearl anniversary ring—a vintage ring I had lovingly admired at a darling little Niwot jewelry store. Mark had told me the ring had been purchased. I remember glaring at him as if to say, “You said the ring was sold.” As if reading my mind he said, “It did sell. I bought it.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love that ring, but I think I really, really love the memory of the delight on my children’s faces as they truly surprised me. Even Andrew kept the secret.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p></p>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489201413742047511noreply@blogger.com1