Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Working 9 to 5: What a way to make a living...

Raise you hand if you loved the killer revenge comedy 9 to 5.


I totally loved this movie when it came out in 1980; even though the only thing I had in common with the three protagonists was the fact that I was
A. Female
and
2. Had a job.

I certainly never dreamed I'd wind up like poor Judy Berlyn, 40+, thrust back into the workforce with bad hair and worse glasses.

Today I had to get to Burlington Mass by 8:30 for the first session of a two day seminar on e-mail marketing. I went to bed at 11 after loading the dishwasher, running the vacuum and laying out an outfit or two for the little boys. I was up at 5 to get myself ready and pack the lunches and figure out the day. I got home tonight at 5:45 to a house filled with filth and laundry with dinner still to be made and several children's worth of homework to be managed. All I wanted to do was crack open a giant bottle of chardonnay and tip the contents into an iv pouch.

And I've got to do it again tomorrow.
I used to think I was a strong woman.
Up for any challenge.
Nothing I couldn't muscle my way through.

Let me tell you something:

I am feeling overwhelmed and sad, and unsure how I am going to get back in the car again tomorrow at 6:45.

I am writing tonight from a place of profound awe and appreciation for all of the mothers out there who have to do this every single day, without the loving support of a husband, at low paying jobs that leave no money for adequate child care and no time to attend their childrens' needs.

I finally get it.

Thank God for Tulips

Swine Flu, economic meltdown, never fear the tulips are here.
The ground has still not recovered from, the long cold winter, but the tulips have remained intact, ready to bring beauty even to the bleakest lawn.
Coming through no matter what.
Onward and forward,
Just like us!



Right?



Monday, April 27, 2009

Move Over Rodney



I get no respect.

Last night I whipped up some cole slaw to go along with the burgers we were grilling for dinner.

Granted, it isn't like I was layering fois gras and filet mignon into puff pastry or anything, but still.
I had to get out the Cuisinart.
And the little shredder blade.
And the stick thing that goes in the middle.
Which was not in the cabinet with all the other parts of the stupid food processor.
After 20 minutes of searching and cursing I found it in the drawer with the measuring cups.

Plus there was the whisking of the dressing and such.

But when I spooned some onto the plates, a weird look passed between the two terrible teens.

And when I asked why they weren't eating it they double teamed me, starting with the older one:
"Well Suz, at least you didn't drown it in vinegar this time".
Then, the younger one added with a nod:
"But Suz, honey, there is still something wrong".
The first born, again:
"Yeah, it's undefinable but, um, wrong. It's too...uh....cabbaggy".
And finally, number 2, going for the kill:
"Couldn't cha just go to KFC?".

No shit, eh?

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Mission Accomplished

Sure it's not perfect.
Paint drips abound...the woodwork is still in need of paint,
and to be honest, the whole kitchen is a disaster...
But I can see beyond it:
my walls are pretty and the curtains are white.
This is the way I must look a things these days, narrow the lens focus in on what I can control, little things that can bring simple joy,
So for now....the painter is away..the kitchen is painted and I am happy...
It seems each one of us have a few things that make a world of difference,
whether they are big or small, things that help us forge ahead.
And the pretty green paint?
Well my morning coffee tasted so much better.
I felt inspired and that is a good thing.

The painter will return this evening
and I am betting it will be a couple of days before he even notices...
men are like that you know.

However, when he does notice...


I think my painter will agree...Don't sweat the small stuff

Friday, April 24, 2009

Painter Gone! What is a wife to do :)


The painter husband has gone for the weekend with the college bound senior,school visit and regatta on the schedule. So what is a wife to do...the one thing I am never supposed to do:PAINT.

I am not neat, I am not detail oriented, I just put the paint on the walls and do my best to cover up all mistakes, or I just choose to never look at the mistakes.

I have that ability to see beyond the nightmare I have created (thank God).

Dave, not so much. He prides himself on perfection, there are no paint runs, or spills on the floor, everything his crew does must be to his specifications, everything matters, so therefore with all the perfect painting going on for everyone else my house looks like, well, you know the cobbler's kids never have any shoes.

So I am off to the paint store (in a different town so as not to be discovered by the BROADBENT PAINTING spies).

Wish me luck .

I will post the masterpiece as soon as I'm done :)

Anything should be an improvement over the photo above, right?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Rice Bowl

Note: I am still trying to get a handle on the new Macro lens I got for my Nikon D80.
It's the bowl that is tiny and out of scale, NOT that I used giant mutated pineapple boulders. Not that I wouldn't, just that I didn't.

The new Frugal Feasts Column is all about cooking the cut of pork called picnic shoulder. It's available in most groceries for about 99 cents a pound in a cryovac bag.
Yes it is fatty and has a bone in it, not to mention a thick leathery hide, but after a couple hours in a slow oven the meat winds up tender and flavorful.
And with some careful editing with a sharp knife, pretty lean as well.

Robin loves to serve this as a pork roast, with some vegetables thrown into the pan for the last hour or so of cooking time.

I am not a huge fan of the whole sliced-meat-on-a-plate-thing.

Which, I might point out, totally sums up the difference between our cooking styles.

Robin likes to roast, slice and serve.

I am such a futzer that unless a recipe has 19 steps and 27 ingredients, I just don't feel like I've given it my best.

Basically I like to fast forward directly to leftovers. Isn't Peter the luckiest man, ever?

ANYWAY

When we lived in DC there was a little wok shop up at the Chevy Chase Pavillion that served heaven in a bowl. You started out with a sticky bed of rice and then the sullen teen behind the counter would add little scoops of freshly stir-fried ingredients in accordance with your wishes (sometimes).

The best combination was cabbage and chicken and carrots. For some magical reason I cannot fathom cabbage turns sweet and silky in a wok. It was kind of monochromatic but yummy. In fact, all it really needed was a glass of chardonnay to turn it into Marion Winick's famous Beloved Yellow Dinner, (detailed in her great book of essays: Lunchbox Chronicles: notes from the parenting underground).

Ever since I've been turning leftovers into a lame approximation we call Rice Bowl.

Tonight it was bits of Robin's pork shoulder, frozen peas, garlic and the leftover pineapple salsa from the new column.

Here's the basic recipe to serve 6

Make 2 cups of brown rice according to package directions.

Meanwhile, cut up enough left over pork to make about 3 cups of approximately 1 inch chunks. (If you don't have enough meat, add another veggie like red pepper or sliced carrots).

Mince 2 cloves of garlic, thaw a cup or so of frozen peas by running hot water over them in a colander and slice some green onions.

Heat three tablespoons of vegetable or peanut oil in a heavy skillet and when the oil starts to shimmer add the pork and the garlic. Stir together for a minute or two to warm the pork and slightly cook the garlic.

Add the frozen peas and push the mixture around for a minute or two to warm the peas. Remove the pork and vegetable mixture from the pan and keep warm.

Add a can of low sodium chicken broth to the pan and stir to scrape up the browned bits of pork and garlic stuck to the bottom. Add 1/4 cup soy sauce, 4 tablespoons honey or 3 of sugar and bring to a simmer. You can add a teaspoon of corn starch mixed with 1/4 cup cold water if you want a thicker sauce but I never bother.

Taste the sauce and add more sugar or soy if needed. A splash of orange or pineapple juice would be good here too, as would some ginger.

Pour the sauce over the meat and vegetables. Serve in individual bowls on top of a spoonful of the the warm cooked rice. Garnish with pineapple salsa (or crack open a can of pineapple chunks) and top with sliced green onions.


Monday, April 20, 2009

Comedy Isn't Pretty


Zits
by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman
April 20, 2009

While this has the stink of truth to it,
in all honesty,
they never ask.




Pork Roast or Roast Pork. We Report, You Decide

Coming Wednesday to a Monitor near you...

Robin's Killer Pork Roast
And
Warm Potato Salad
*****
Suzanne's Pineapple Salsa
And
Cuban Pork Panini

Now that the photo shoot is done, someone should really think about writing the column.......

Happy Monday

Just wanted to check in on this wonderful Monday morning.

I wanted give you a snapshot of how things are going at my lovely home,
on the first day of April Vacation here in the 'Shire.


Smooth, Shiny, Happy and Content,

(just in case you were wondering)

. And BTW?
my copper pans are always this shiny.

Aren't yours ?



Sunday, April 19, 2009

Cupcake Doctor

I took some Oreos and some mini Cakesters and a batch of homemade buttercream frosting and turned a dozen chocolate cupcakes into a sunflower garden.

I stole the idea from the book Hello Cupcake. I'd give the author's name but it is past 11:30 which is three hours beyond my regular bedtime and I cannot go upstairs and extract the book from the towering pile on the side of my bed. Because I'd never make it back down.

Be happy I could remember the name of the book.

Making these cupcakes was easy and adorable (kind of like me in college, minus the adorable part) and I swear I will post a recipe with photos as soon as I get back to the store for some more mini cakesters.

Damn those things are good.

And when they write on the box that the Cakesters are 100 calories per pack, pack equals box, right?

Friday, April 17, 2009

Another Reason To So Not Drink and Dial


A few posts ago I felt the need to over share about drinking before noon on Easter. Not only did I manage to get myself and all five boys into appropriate clothing and over to my Mother in Law's beautiful home while slightly snookered,

I managed to talk Peter into ordering the above PROGRAM off the teevee.

The hell was I thinking?

The 3 glasses of chardonnay made the whole 30 minute infomercial look so good, and so easy. I was suddenly filled, filled I tell ya, with a burning desire to lose weight and tone my many problem areas and well, God knows I could use some sort of PROGRAM
(other than a twelve step one thank you very much).

But now it's here.

And the flipping box says I am to

Decide. Commit. Succeed.


Sha right! Let's reevaluate once I finish the rest of these ho hos.

Number 6 turns 13

Happy Birthday Sam!

The cloud has descended on my little boy.

I am ready for the silent treatments, mumbled responses, the low energy, crabby attitude and the ever present "stop treating me like a baby".

I am ready for the angry explosions and the sullen retreats, as he morphs into a new improved version of his former self. With growth comes pain, it hurts when your legs grow overnight, and your voice is not yours. People expect things from you that you are incapable of giving, like small talk and conversation.

The good news is I am fortunate enough to know this too shall pass, and if the light at the end of the tunnel seems far off in the distance,

I hold on because there is a light, and the day will come when my teenager will emerge from his room and the cloud will have begun to lift and he may ask me a question that is clear in his new man voice and he may listen to my answer and he might even smile.

I know this seems like a small reward, but believe me that smile will be worth the wait.

Just like the caterpillar that turns into a butterfly, it is all part of the deal, in order for them to fly we must endure dark right along with them.

By the way, isn't there some award out there that I should be getting today?


Maybe at the very least a room at the nearest Weary Parent Treatment Center.


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Dizzylicious


When it was time to put boy #5 in kindergarten
we struggled with the decision.

Haydizzle is so tiny and frail,
(and more than a little delayed in both gross and fine motor skills)
Peter and I wondered about his ability to navigate the whole school day --
from getting on and off the bus, to surviving the playground
and we lost more than a few hours of sleep wondering whether
he would be able to keep up with his peers in the classroom.

This week I've been helping with a huge Eric Carlesque project
and
as this photo makes clear,
he is engaged and happy.

And frankly?
At this moment that's enough.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Little Things

Here in the 'Shire, as we like to call it, little things mean a lot.



Sticks will grow fuzzy little balls that make me smile.
Sad but true.

Happy Spring


Monday, April 13, 2009

Happy Easter

I know, I know, you thought this was only a Christmas treat,



Plastic Santa Move Over, We have the Plastic Light Up Easter Bunny! Alleliua !



Sunday, April 12, 2009

Ain't it the Truth?



Well, here we are celebrating Easter and our Risen Lord
on Cape Cod at our vacation home
(also known as The Chatham Money Suck),
where I have spent the last 36 hours airing out and dusting
and cleaning up endless mouse droppings.
Anyway, it seemed like a reeeeeallllly good idea to crack open a bottle of wine
this morning at about 10.

It's a holiday and all.

It was sort of like a mimosa, only without the orange juice.

So now it is noon, and I am headed to my Mother in Law's for Easter dinner.
And I might be just the tiniest bit pickled.

Praise Jesus.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Covet the Shoes , Eat the Melon


The Melon photo is delicious. I am sorry about the Prada sling backs, my dear, but things they are a changing, and unfortunately Prada can not be eaten.

True the new lens can not be eaten, but at least we can make our budget-friendly food look very pretty :)

I think that is money well spent, besides who would see those fab shoes at the Market Basket in the "Shire anyway? It would be a total waste.

You know how we love sensible here :)

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Nice Melons

Did you think I was going to write about boobies?



This might come as a shocking surprise, but between you and me, co-writing a bi-weekly column for a local newspaper is not the straightest path to financial freedom. All those hyphens sure don't help.

In fact, a girl could go broke.

Shall I put it into perspective for you? We've been writing for 10 months. I think that makes something like 20 columns, and we split the proceeds right down the middle.

On the Prada equivalency scale, my total income to date is equal to two pairs of sling backs and maybe half a pair of loafers.

Or,

on the ever popular Nikon scale, a D80 and a Macro 1:1 food photo lens.

How much are brain cells?

Because I am pretty sure it ain't the equipment that is causing all the trouble.

Bacon Wrapped Chicken with Cheesy Potatoes


No one is going to confuse this with spa cuisine. But it was super easy and extra delicious.

It's one of four recipes we feature this week in Today's Concord Monitor that start with a bag of frozen chicken breasts.

Start with a 30 ounce bag of frozen hash brown potatoes. Spread them in a large casserole dish. Add 2 cups shredded cheddar, half a medium onion minced fine and a pint of sour cream. Add a teaspoon of kosher salt and some fresh ground pepper (4-5 grinds). Stir it all together and bake at 400 degrees for about a half hour.


After 30 minutes in the hot oven they should look something like this. If the potatoes are still crunchy, give them a good stir and put them back in for another ten minutes.

While the potatoes are in the oven, take the chicken breasts out of the bag and let them thaw a bit on the counter. This just reduces the cooking time of the chicken, and if you forget, don't sweat it. Just plan on a few more minutes cooking time. Drape the chicken with 1-2 pieces of thin sliced bacon.

Place the bacon wrapped chicken breasts in a single layer on top of the potatoes and return the dish to the oven for another 20 minutes.

Bake until the chicken is cooked through. If the bacon is not browned and crisped enough for your liking, turn the broiler onto high and let it sizzle for a minute or two. Watch carefully to make sure the bacon doesn't burn.

Try to picture how delicious the whole pan of bacony cheesy chickeny goodness looked. You have to use your imagination because I forgot to use my camera.

If you have to reheat this, cover it well with foil or the chicken will dry out.



Serve to six seriously underweight people and plump them right up.


Monday, April 6, 2009

Ken He Do It? Yes He Ken!


Here is a rare photograph of Ken Williams,
the genius who shoots all our food photos for the Concord Monitor.
Ken is kind and calm and a perfectionist.
Which makes him not only our opposite,
but also our savior.

There is nothing, and we mean nothing,
that he can't make look appetizing.
Except maybe Suzanne's kitchen.

Happy Monday to You !!!!!

I was doing my own spring cleaning and I came across this wonderful card I received for Mother's Day last year, what a thoughtful child that gave me this card, it seems they knew my inner most desires It is Monday morning, the piles are very high over here, lots and lots of things to do,so maybe I will take this advice and just S%&%# everything, just for today, but then maybe I better wait till tomorrow :)


Sunday, April 5, 2009

Ready for a Little Spring Cleaning?



And to think my father used to cross himself and leave the room when a "feminine protection" ad came on the teevee.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

18? That Makes Me, uhhhhhhh 29?



It's a damn good thing I started having children at 11,
otherwise I might be getting old or something.