Friday, December 14, 2007
Yup. 8 hours. That is how long my 2 hour drive too me today. It was horrible. Not only were the roads treacherous (I didn't see 1 snow plow on the main highways!) but I was hungry & hot. My driver's side window is broken and in order to see out of my windows, the defroster had to be blaring the entire time. Holy cow-my face was bright red!
I keep counting on my fingers to make it stick that it really took 8 hours. I thought about stopping at a hotel once I got to CT but the exit ramps were in a horrible state of repair and I did not know how the side roads would be. Not to mention, I don't have the money to just randomly stay in a hotel.
Once I got to the rents house, I was unable to get up the driveway. Growing up in this house, I've dealt with this problem my entire life. It's frustrating but I've learned that if you have persistence (and an empty road) you can keep backing out of the driveway and you can try again. Each time you get a little farther and finally you make it up the tiny hill. However, once up the hill, you have to go around a bend, and then up another little hill. This is almost always where I either have to call for help (as I did tonight) or walk up the rest of the way until someone pushes me out.
Needless to say, I was spent when I got here. I was greeted by my most favorite person in the entire world (who looks more and more like a little lady every time I see her) like this: "Trey broke up with me but now he wants to marry me again." Yup. She's only 5. Her "boyfriend" and her have been in love for a couple of years now.
Once I ate some (nasty) pizza and stretched my legs a bit (I didn't dare stop to do that on my trip!) I dove right into starting my desserts for Saturday. Rye Bread helped me juice the lemons and crack eggs for my lemon tart filling and after she left to go home I made 2 orange cheesecakes. The plan was to make 2 more (the blueberry ones) but I didn't buy enough eggs in my quick run this morning, so it'll have to wait until I shop tomorrow to do that.
In additon to picking up the dishes and buying all of the food (oh-and making it all!) I am bringing my car to be fixed in the morning. AND it's my Mom's birthday, so we are going out to dinner at 7:30. This is good. I work better when I have deadlines.....oy. I'm going to be one tired girl!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Hi everyone! Saturday is my "big event" and I'm going to be frantically cooking from today until then. Boston is supposed to get hit with about 8 inches of snow beginning late morning/early afternoon, so I am heading down to CT (where the party is) shortly. I'll try to take a break and make some rounds today and tomorrow, but if I'm completely MIA until Sunday night-you'll know why. My stats have been really crappy lately, telling me that everyone is mad that I can't leave comments during the week. :( They haven't been this low since my first year! (Could it have to do with Google Rank?)
Anyway...without further ado, I give you: Thursday 13!
1. Salmon Tartare
4. Chicken Saltumboca w/ Roasted Garlic Mashed Potatoes5. Tortellini with a Rose Sauce w/ Mushrooms and Spinach
6. Spaghetti & Meatballs7. Chicken Tenders & Fries
8. Blueberry Cheesecake9. Orange Cheesecake w/ Chocolate Crust
10. Chocolate Covered Strawberries11. Lemon Tarts 12. Tiramisu 13. Salad with Roasted Beets & Goat Cheese Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
*Volunteering for a project at your new job sounds like a good idea-until your ear falls off.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
2. When most people think about the holidays (especially Christmas) they think: Food! What is your most favorite food during the holidays in your family?
3. When you were little, did you have a specific kind of cookie that you left Santa every year? Did you ever leave anything for his reindeer?
Bonus/Curiosity Question: Do I have any Jewish readers?
1. I always wrap them myself, and have since I was little. I love wrapping presents and making them look pretty for the people I give them to. Except for those pesky crazy shaped ones that you can never make look pretty. I hate them.
2. What I love the most about my Christmas Eve (the biggest holiday we celebrate in my family) is the never ending rotation of food. Fresh Manicotti & meatballs, marinated pork or beef tenderloin, stuffed artichokes and clams on the half shell. Plus all of the side items we all bring and the desserts...I especially love honey ribbons-a ribbon of crispy fried dough drenched in honey...mmmmm.....
3. I don't remember ever insisting on a specific kind of cookie, but I think it was almost always the sugar cookie. I think it was the easiest to make and we typically had all of the ingredients to do so. As for the reindeer, I did insist that we left a carrot for them-though in hindsight, I realize that I should have left more than one!
Monday, December 10, 2007
The colors of my youth: gold, maroon, green-proof that I was born in a decade full of corduroy bell bottoms and ribbed turtleneck sweaters. These colors were not simply used to blackmail the children of the 70's-they spilled into other areas of our lives.
The sofa in my living room was a deep green hue emblazoned with orange and gold flowers. Maroon spilled into my mother's wardrobe in leather high heeled boots-my favorite to step into during the many hours I spent paying dress up. Yes, these colors more than any, remind me of the first five years of my life, and when I think of my New York Christmas's, gold creeps into the memories.
Each December my Mother and I would open boxes and boxes full of ornaments in preparation for our annual tree decorating. Buried under the silver and gold tinsel and big colorful lights were the ornaments wrapped in silky golds, reds and blues. These were the first balls I always reached for.
Perhaps it was their soft texture or the way they seemed to shine even without the lights-but they were my favorite, and I insisted that I should be the one to place them lovingly on each branch. When the tree was full of these fabric ornaments, my mother and I would step back and admire my work. I'm certain she must has re-arranged them once I was tucked in for the night; after the lullaby's and Rockabye babies were sung and sugarplums were dancing in my head. But while I was awake, I was allowed to feel the pride of creating a beautiful 70's Christmas tree all by myself.
Today, only a couple of those ornaments are alive-they've long since unraveled or been lost-but every time I see them, I remember the excitement I felt standing in our living room on the 2nd floor of our New York apartment, on the verge of decorating a masterpiece.