Friday, February 16, 2007

Damn Snow

Thanks to everyone who wished me a better day yesterday...though it did turn out ok, it was a very frustrating morning...especially because when I got to work, I remembered I had a 2 hour meeting!

Ugh.

But, things looked up, my attitude changed, and I had an ok day. Until I got home...

The guy who promised me he'd come to plow never did. So, I barrelassed it into my driveway over the icy snow and started to get angry. Which means I started to cry a little.

Why do people say they're going to do something and then flake out? I really hate that. I know there are emergencies or whatever, but he knew I was in a bind. He could have at least told me he couldn't do it, so I could find someone else...

So I was worried that my guests would have nowhere to park tomorrow because of the snow. But luckily I called someone else off of Craigslist and he's coming later today..

I hope.

If not, it's going to be interesting....

I was tagged for a meme by Josh-I'm not ignoring it, it just happens to be a hard one...I'll think about it more and post it later if I have time. If not, it'll show up next week...better late than never, right?

Too much swimming in my head right now to continue with a good post...catch ya later.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Squash

Well, Mr. Squash...I never knew!

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Reasons I'm Grouchy This Morning

1. I love the snow but owning a house is making me hate it.
2. The snow was so heavy from the ice storm that I have to pay someone to plow my driveway this morning.
3. My neighbors still suck.
4. I woke up with a pain in my eye. It feels like a stye.
5. I have to wear my glasses which sucks because they fog up whenever you change climates.
6. I got stuck in my driveway this morning.
7. My neighbors stood and watched. They didn't even avert their eyes. See #3.
8. My check engine light came on.
9. I was late for work.
10. It feels like I've hurt my neck again.
11. My coffee tastes burnt.
12. I have to walk miles (not really) to get from the parking lot to my office and my hair got so windblown it's a scraggely frazzeled mess.
13. It's not Friday.

I WILL be in a better mood. I'm giving myself another 1/2 hour to sulk, and then I'm changing my tune.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Carnations



The best Valentine's Day I've ever had was not the day I was proposed to by my ex-husband. He did propose to me on Valentine's Day in '97, and it was a lovely night, but he did not put any real creativity into the proposal but most of all, it was his lack of emotion or formality that makes it less than a favorite of mine.

Instead, my very favorite Valentine's Day was February 14, 1987-I was in 7th grade.

I think I've mentioned before that 7th grade was the year we went to a regional Junior High School, attended by the tri-town area. It was a great opportunity to meet new people and to expand our horizons. To a taller than everyone, never been kissed-never even been "asked out" girl, it meant boys.

And, to my surprise, boys liked me back.

Though I was still awkward in junior high, I was beginning to develop my semi-outgoing personality, my loud and boisterous laugh, and my love of theatrical arts. I was also learning how to juggle the affection of 3 different boys.

This is the year my father's car broke down 2 towns away at 8 o'clock at night and had to walk half way home because the phone was busy. This is also the year (the very next day) that we got "total phone", but not before I got a good yelling at for talking too much.

As with many schools in the area, my school had different ways of raising money for our various after school programs and dances. In addition to the normal take home door-to-door items like wrapping paper, cheese logs and towels (yes, we sold beach towels-unsuccessfully, I might add), they also had raffles and auctions for the students.

And also, we could buy things.

During the week that led up to Valentine's Day, our morning announcements included reminders that for $1 we could buy a carnation for our sweetheart, friend or secret crushes and have them delivered with a personal note to home room.

I worried I'd be the only one without a carnation. After all, I'd had years of practice at being the odd girl out-the one without kisses in the park or being felt up at the movies. I was ready for my best "fake smile until I get home" look.

Valentine's Day rolled around, and I seriously debated pretending I was sick. Not having a carnation in my hand would be a lot easier to handle without the Rossi twins laughing at me as I walked down the hallway while they carted their flower shops in their arms.

But, I had a volleyball game that night, and people were counting on me, so I went.

As I've already told you that this was my most favorite Valentine's Day ever, I'm sure you can guess that I did, indeed, receive a carnation. In fact, I received 5! The first was the obligatory "best friend" carnation. I half think, to this day, that she thought I wasn't going to get any either. The next 3 were from the very boys I spoke of before-the ones that got me in trouble with the phone. Their carnations confirmed my wishes that they "liked me" liked me, and didn't just like me as a friend.

But the 5th carnation is what really put this Valentine's Day over the top for me...I had a secret admirer.

His message said that my smile lights up the room and that he can't breath when he sees me. I remember blushing a deep red when my eyes scanned that message, and a little giggle escaped out of my throat before I could contain it.

For the first time in my life-I was truly liked by people other than my "friends". And it felt damn good.

I never found out who my secret admirer was, though I have a few guesses. I did not receive a rose from the one boy who was my constant from 7th grade until 12th grade, and though he admitantly denied it, I feel in my heart that it was from him.

On the way home from school that day, as I sat in the back of the bus on the dreary, cold day, I felt warm. And I looked down at my 5 carnations and smiled, and thought about how much I really like 7th grade.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone...may your heart be protected by someone who cares about you.


Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Email From Dad

First Valentine's Day wish (my 2 sisters and I):

I love you all and hope your day is perfect.

Love you,

Dad

Awww!

He cleans up good, don't he?

Toosdae ?'s

Hi everyone! I'm looking forward to a SNOWY night tonight...lots of snow predicted, too-6-8 big ones as of right now...help keep my heart warm by answering these questions. It'll take you only a few minutes, but the effects will last for days. ;) They're all related to eating this week, mainly b/c I'm SO EXCITED about my dinner party on Friday...

1. What is the most amount of food that you have ever eaten in one sitting. Was it a special occasion or just a pig out fest? What were you eating?

2. What is one food that you've eaten so much of in the past that you hardly ever eat it today?

3. An out of town guest is visiting you and would like to dine at a locally owned restaurant. Where would you bring them, and why?

1. The most I've ever eaten in one sitting was: Pancakes, chocolate covered Oreos, french fries, Marshmallows and Doritos. Yes, all in one sitting. In 7th grade I participated in a hunger lock-in at a church to raise money for the local food bank, and we didn't eat for an entire weekend. We got to shop for everything we wanted to eat on that Sunday for our first meal back to the real world...being teenagers, we chose everything bad for us.

2. It's hard for me to eat eggs for breakfast because in my breakfast class we ate so many eggs in so many different styles that I'm egged out for years to come. Which is sad, b/c I love a good omelet with rye toast and OJ.

3. I would bring them to a local wine bar because it's my most favorite place to relax and have a drink and a light dinner. It's trendy but not too trendy, cozy and small, and they have a billion different wines. It'd be a great place to catch up and talk. After, we might stroll up the street to the TK for dessert.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Food & Requested Pictures

Here are the pictures I promised you from last weeks Garde Manger class...these were taken on a camera phone, and therefore, no good. But, you get the general idea...

This one's mine!
See how pretty the top of the pineapple looks when it's split?!
Tonight in French class we made Blanchette de Veau, a white veal stew. We put it in fresh puff pastry that we made last week, and it was heavenly. Home made puff pastry is so decadent you'd never buy frozen again!


Snail update: They are not bad at all. They were very tender-not rubbery like I thought they'd be. If you've had rubbery snail, they were overcooked. We put them on miniature puff buckets (as pictured above) (that's my term, not a technical one) and sauteed them with garlic, shallots, parsley and butter and made a vermouth/butter sauce. The thing is-you can't really taste them in the puff pastry cup, so why bother eating them at all? The sauce and the pastry was enough. I'd eat them again as an appetizer but wouldn't go out of my way to make them...
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New kid update: We aren't getting a new student to our class as we once thought. Which is good, b/c I apparently would have alienated him. ;)
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So...I have a full belly, and am ready for sleep! Toosdae ?'s tomorrow. I'm hoping for another record breaking week...
Lots of love to you all,
Mags

Snail Crossing

Today this:
Equals this:




It's Snail Day!!!!! Pray for me.

Impressionists

There's a magical moment in every good kiss where, if you're lucky, it is impossible to tell where your lips end and where your lovers' begin. These watercolor kisses splash their way into our lives, fluidly covering the canvases of our hearts.

They stop time. They make time go too fast. They take your breath away.

Watercolor kisses paint the portrait that words never can; they tell the stories too sacred to talk about, the dreams too impossible to ask for. They glide colorfully from our souls and gently, softly, they ask for one more...
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And, if you are lucky, the gallery of your life is lined with these sweet, passionate, watercolor kisses.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Monday Mysteries-2

The Case

In the early 1970's, a person not known as a professional athlete performs a sporting feat for the first time in recorded history. Thousands of other people would be better at performing the feat than this person, yet the media covers the even and millions of people watch.

The Mystery

Who is the person and where was the sport played?

Clues

Will be doled out upon request...

What's Cookin? Apple & Bacon Pizza!



Don't knock this pizza until you try it-be a little adventurous, and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised! Yummy! I made it for dinner tonight for me and a guest, and there is not one slice left...

Make it easier by using pre-bought dough from your local pizzeria or grocery store.
1 small Onion, caramelized
1 small Green Apple, diced
4 slices Bacon, chopped and cooked crispy
2 oz shredded Mozzarella
2 oz shaved Parmigiana
2 T. Olive Oil
3/4 C. White Wine
6 Sage Leaves, Chiffonade
2 T. Rosemary, chopped
Salt & Pepper TT
Brush pre-made dough with olive oil. Sprinkle rosemary, salt and pepper.
Caramelize onions and spread on dough.
Bake in 450' oven for 10 minutes.
Saute bacon until crisp.
Add wine and sage leaves. Cover and braise on low heat for 15 minutes. Remove bacon and drain on paper towels.
Add butter to the pan and saute apples, about 5 minutes until soften.
Top crust with apples, bacon and cheeses. Salt and pepper pizza and bake in 400' oven for another 10 minutes or until done to your liking.

Serve with a cold glass of dry white wine or beer and a crisp, light salad for a complete meal.
Chow!