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|Monday, July 5th, 2004|
|My Muse Is Pissed!
I have not posted in quite a while. I haven't felt the urge. Until now, I have been moved by such an outrageous claim I cannot remain silent. I must warn others. Ann Byrn, author of the Cake Doctor
is a false messiah, a dangerous dangerous woman.
Bryn claims in her book that you can take a cake mix, add one or two extra ingredients, and produce a cake that no one would ever guess came from a mix. Well, today is my husband's birthday, of which I was not so gently reminded this morning. So I set off to make a cake, but I didn't feel like going out and buying ingredients. I also didn't feel like going out to the bakery and just getting a damned cake. I looked in my cupboards and pulled out an old devils food cake mix (I swear on my mother's grave that I only use it for school bake sales), and finally (first time ever
) looked at the Cake Doctor
, a Christmas gift from my sister-in-law.
Bryn's basic argument boils down to adding two teaspoons of vanilla extract to the mix, and replacing the oil and water called for on the box with a stick of butter and 1 cup whole milk. I followed the instructions to a T.
And I got a fucking cake that looks and tastes like it came from a mix. The nerve. There ought to be a law! I want all you politically minded people out there to write their elected officials immediately
! And Martha's the one looking at jail. Where is the justice!? Current Mood: pissed off
|Saturday, May 15th, 2004|
Here is my watered down review of Van Helsing
, for people who actually might go see it:
There were a few good special effects, maybe one or two (unintentionally) good lines.
For the people who know they will never see the movie, my honest, open review of Van Helsing
is beind the cut: ( Read more...Collapse )
|Thursday, May 6th, 2004|
|Tuesday, April 27th, 2004|
|Mmmm mmmm good!
I've been reading some great "healthy eating" type books lately, courtesy of my public library, and thought I'd share for all those interested.
The first is called Superfoods
, by Steven Pratt, MD, and Kathy Andrews. As the name implies, this is kind of pop-culture bandwagon-ish, in which words like "bioavailable" and "biosynergism" are thrown around with gusto. But the core information is interesting and motivating, if you want to work healthier foods into your daily routine. The foods listed as super are: beans, blueberries, broccoli, oats, oranges, pumpkin, salmon, soy, spinach, tea (green or black-not herbal), tomatoes, turkey, walnuts, and yogurt. The authors go into detail on the reasons behind each food's superiority, and list comparable substitutions for each one.
The second book that I found awesome, and full of tasty tidbits, is The New Mayo Clinic Cookbook
. It contains recipes for salads, beans/legumes, lean meat (beef, chicken,turkey, pork), great low fat desserts. I've made a couple of the recipes and man, this is good stuff! No "D" word here! Here's one of the recipes, I made it tonight. If anyone is interested, I will post the recipes as I make them.
SPICY RED LENTILS ***The New Mayo Clinic Cookbook
1 ¼ CUPS RED LENTILS, picked over, rinsed & drained
3 CUPS WATER
1 BAY LEAF
½ TEASPOON SALT
2 TBLSP OLIVE OIL
½ SERRANO CHILE (or ½ teaspoon chili pepper flakes)
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 TEASPOONS GROUND CUMIN
½ TEASPOON GROUND CORIANDER
¼ TEASPOON GROUND CINNAMON
3 TBLSP CHOPPED PARSLEY
1 ½ TBLSP CHOPPED FRESH MINT
½ TEASPOON PEPPER
2 TBLSP RED WINE VINEGAR
(I also added 1/3 cup chopped dried apricots and ½ cup toasted pecans)
In Saucepan over high heat combine lentils, water, bay leaf, and ¼ teaspoon of salt. Bring to boil, reduce heat to low, cover partially and simmer until lentils are tender but still firm, about 12-14 minutes. Drain and discard the bay leaf. Set aside.
In small frying pan, heat olive oil over medium heat. Add chile and garlic and sauté until softened, about 1 minute. Add cumin, coriander, cinnamon and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Remove pan from heat.
In large bowl combine lentils and spice mixture. Toss gently to mix. Stir in parsley, mint, ¼ teaspoon salt and pepper. Stir in vinegar and serve immediately. Current Mood: calm
|Thursday, April 15th, 2004|
Baby budgies! In about an hour, We're taking the kids out to a breeder of English budgies, he has a new batch of budgie babies. We promised the kids their very own bird if they blah blah blah, and they have been, so we're doing it! I'm so excited! Why am I so excited at the prospect of so much extra work, I don't know, but I am really excited!
|Sunday, April 11th, 2004|
|Shuffled Off, Shuffled Back
As I attempted to post last Friday, but LJ or my computer ate it, amateurastro
and I just returned from Buffalo, where we had gone with the intention of having dinner with some friends Friday night, then picking up a U-haul truck Saturday, loading some furniture that my dad wants to get rid of, and driving right back to NJ. He would drive the truck, and I would drive the car with the kids.
After an 8 1/2 hour drive, we got as far as dinner with friends, at an old-fashioned Italian diner, where amateurastro
had spaghetti with clam sauce
. You guessed it, hubster was up at midnight tossin' the ol' cookies for the next six hours. Severe pain for him, no sleep for either of us, eighty dollars down the drain already between the motel and gas, with an 8 hour drive back ahead of us.
Since hubs was in no condition to drive anywhere or anything, I canceled the U-haul and we drove the hour to my dad's, who was all in a hurry because he wanted to go to his wife's grandson's birthday party at 2 pm. I was so mad, he never sees his own grandkids but he just couldn't risk offending his wife or her family by being late or just blowing it off. And he and his wife never said, "hey, why don't you join us" or something like that. What a dope. So I invited myself along, at least my kids would get to see their grandfather a bit longer. It turns out Sharon's daughter had asked her if we wanted to come, but that message was somehow never conveyed.
So we drove an hour and a half to the party, but at least it was going east, so it cut some time off the return trip. The kids had a great time, ran around, which helped because we then put them back in the car and drove 6 hours straight back. Not too long, but just a completely bogus trip.
One bright spot in the quagmire: At dad's I managed to stuff a cherry wood secretary desk in the car, I've wanted that thing for a few years now. My mother found it at a yard sale years ago, covered in thick black paint. She stripped the paint, stained it, and it's a beautiful piece. Oooohhh, I feel a smile coming... :) Current Mood: drained
|Saturday, April 3rd, 2004|
|I'm soooo old...
Yesterday my six year old son asked me what a typewriter is.
Today I saw a post on forty_something
about how today's college freshman will most probably never have seen/used a typewriter.
AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! Current Mood: depressed
|Monday, March 29th, 2004|
|Cause and Effect
Passed along from amateurastro
, this story actually happened to my mother-in-law.
People have trouble linking cause and effect. To illustrate the point, here is a story my mother just told me about her recent experience in a post office in the grey state of Florida.
"I was in line at the post office, waiting to get the postage to mail the two packages of toys. In my line the women at the front was being helped by the clerk navigating the intricacies of the postal damage claim form. Unfortunately the form is complex and the women was dim. The head of the other line was mailing several hundred letters that required each to be individually weighed for postage. A third postal clerk, obviously injured, was limping around helping people with whatever she could.
The lines were not moving and the tempers were starting to flare. After 20 minutes with no movement in the lines, several of the patrons started to gt really nasty verbally at the postal workers. The injured worker, after much abuse, retorted venomously "What did you people expect when you voted Bush into office?"
There was pin drop silence until the lines were cleared from that point on.
Cause ... and effect. That's what happens when you vote. Current Mood: amused
|Friday, March 19th, 2004|
|The Tummy Crummies...
My little guy finally caught the stomach bug that's been going around for weeks, my daughter had it about 3 weeks ago. Picked him up at school puking his lungs out, all he's been able to do is drink gingerale, but even that doesn't stay down for long. Got the saltines, dry toast, and plain pasta ready (white food for the flu, remember?), he's all comfy watching Scooby Doo
But when did I get old enough to be taking care of a child while at the same time recalling when my mother took care of me in exactly the same manner? I am a devout atheist, but I nonetheless felt her soul inside me as I held his head over the toilet, then cleaned him up and held the gingerale straw to his lips. No, I mean it literally. I felt totally invaded by my mother. Big weirdness. Current Mood: distressed
|Wednesday, March 17th, 2004|
|The Breaking Wind...
Yes, The Producers
was as wonderful as everyone said it was (well, I thought the last third had some weird moments, but...), and I saw some of the funniest props, the theatre posters hanging in producer Max Bialistock's office. One was of a play called The Breaking Wind
, and the other was, When Cousins Marry
. I would love to get ahold of these prop posters. Anyone know how I might do it?
|Tuesday, March 16th, 2004|
So tonight's the night I've been waiting for since Christmas, hubby and I are going into "The City" to see The Producers
with the original cast! Going to eat at a fun seafood restaurant, should be awesome, except that I HAVE BRONCHITIS. For the 2nd time in 6 months. I just started the anti-anthrax antibiotics, so that when we get the big anthrax attack, I'll be intolerant to the medicine, and I'm dizzy, and it's snowing so the walk to the train will suck, and....BIG WHINE!!
OK, it's out of my system, I can go enjoy the night. At the very least, the kids will be asleep by the time we get home, so that will make me happy.
I swear I will appreciate the summer, whenever it chooses to appear! Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, March 14th, 2004|
|Sex On A Plate
For all you serious chocoholics out there:Chocolate Decadence Cake (from William Sonoma)
1 lb semisweet or bittersweet chocolate, chopped (I used chocolate chips)
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, room temp.
4 extra-large eggs, room temp (I used large)
1 tablespoon sugar
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
Optional: 1 cup fresh whipped cream
Position rack in middle of oven and pre-heat to 425. Butter an 8- or 9-inch layer cake pan or springform pan (I used the former). Line bottom of pan with circle of parchment or wax paper cut to fit precisely. Butter paper and dust with flour (I also dusted sides of pan with flour, but very lightly) and tap out excess.
Melt chocolate and butter together, using either a double boiler or microwaveable big glass bowl(careful; chocolate burns easily; microwave on medium high in 30 second increments, stirring in between). Remove from heat and let cool slightly.
Place eggs and sugar in a bowl. Beat with electric mixer on high speed until light and fluffy, and tripled in volume, about 5-10 minutes. Reduce speed to low and beat in flour. Using rubber spatula, fold 1/3 of egg mixture into chocolate to lighten it, then fold in the rest of egg mixture, being careful not to deflate the batter. Pour and scrape into prepared pan and smooth top.
Bake for exactly 15 minutes. Let cool on rack to room temperature (a good 45 minutes, don't cheat). Do not refrigerate or cake will stick to the pan. The cake will fall, this is what it's supposed to do. Invert pan onto flat serving plate and peel off paper. Cut into small wedges and serve each wedge with fresh whipped cream and fresh rasberries.
|Friday, March 12th, 2004|
|My daughter the actress...
My four-year-old daughter made her stage debut this afternoon as a sea anemone in her pre-school's production of The Rainbow Fish
, a harrowing saga of selfishness, vanity and the power of redemption. Those kids were too cute! Even the obligatory kid who got scared and started crying just as the curtain went up. And yes, I was in the audience with my video camera cheering wildly. My cutie was dressed in a pink fluffy headdress and a tight long skirt, almost like a mermaid. And she wiggled back and forth as the Rainbow Fish went by. This is why I'm at stay-at-home mom... Current Mood: proud
|Monday, March 8th, 2004|
|Sunday, March 7th, 2004|
|Meme from renoir_girl
To paraphrase the rules, copy the questions into your own journal and answer them.
1. What was it like where you were raised?
Cold. Buffalo, NY was cold, windy, snowy and gloomy 9 months out of 12, but damned, those summers were beautiful. It was a small urban center, mostly working class with a small professional fringe. I always had the feeling that Buffalo was trying to find itself ever since the steel mills closed down in the early '70s.
2. What have you been doing with your life?
Uh, that's a tough one. I'm trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, have been for quite some time. Almost 40 years. I've been to college, grad school, law school, practiced law in private firms and public interest firms, hated both, finally got married and pregnant at about the same time (won't say which came first), left work, and have loved having kids and staying home (for someone who "stays home" I'm sure in the friggin' car a lot!) with my family, taking care of the kids and husband. I like taking care of "my" people. But I wish I had a little more money, so I'm trying to figure out what I can do to earn money without practicing law.
3. What kind of friends do you have?
Nice ones. I refuse to be one of these (very common around here) stay-at-home moms who came from a high powered job and transfers that bitchy anal retentiveness onto her mothering. Those types are not my friends. My neighbor is one of those and she walks like she has a serious stick up her butt. She is not my friend.
4. What's your significant other (or lack thereof) like?
He's 99 percent wonderful, handsome, he compliments me a lot, he's usually supportive, and he's a wonderful daddy. But his intestines are from another planet. No earth creature farts like that.
5. What are your parents like? Mom's been very quiet lately. She died on April 15, 2001. Dad turned into someone else after she died, and I don't really know him.
|Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004|
|More cute kid things...
I'm trying to ket my kids involved in the public library, I always loved going as a child, and the one here offers a lot of reading/craft programs for children. So we went the other night to pick out some books, and my son picked out a lot of science books. Kiddie physics and electricity, astronomy. Yikes, now I know for certain that he has none of my genes. But the funny thing was when my daughter chose a book called Plastics and Polymers
. She's not quite four. I know she picked it out because the cover of the book was bright pink. She can't read. But I still think it's hysterical.
|Monday, March 1st, 2004|