Sunday, December 23, 2007

the stockings were hung by the chimney with care....


.....and agenttriplex clause was still wrapping gifts after midnight on december 23....i blame santa's little helper for this stuff not being done...but as always, it will get done before the reindeer hooves click on the roof.


anyway, just wanted to wish everyone a merry christmas.....and I'll be back before new year.....



p.s. yes, anyone who does this to their pets has way too much time on their hands...

Monday, December 17, 2007

Alicia Keys -No One (Live Saturday Night Divas)

my current heavy rotation song......can't listen to "jingle bell rock" that many times in a row...

Sunday, December 16, 2007

nostalgia

It was another busy weekend here at my house. Christmas shopping took most of Friday since it was PAY DAY. I'm thisclose to being done shopping...which is good since its December 16. Can you believe Santa's Little Helper hasn't started? Sigh. It gives ME stress thinking about it.



Saturday brought the first major snow of the year, although it was nothing like the snow I grew up with, being raised in northern Ohio. I was a lazy bum, and did not run. (Only a few more days of being a sloth.) I didn't feel too bad, however, because the view out my window soon looked like a snow globe, and I would have been a little snowwoman running the hills near my house with my runny nose.

















A big day was planned, however, so Strawberry C Monster was needed! We also got provisions at Busken. Santa's Little Helper definitely missed his calling as a cheesy advertisement writer, as is evidenced in Busken's new book of billboards. Perhaps this will be his second career, and all of the bad puns I am subjected to can become a source of income instead of just groans.






















Santa's Little Helper and I drove north to our alma mater to hit the bookstore, peruse our old haunts , and see a game . It is amazing how much campus has changed since I was last up there a few years ago. And its wild how old I felt walking the grounds near my freshman dorm. Thoughts were running rampant, and memories came pouring back of things both mentionable and unmentionable. I've definitely sledridden down that now-forbidden hill. :) A drive through the Ghetto was a stroll down memory lane, except that the famous (infamous?) 132 is now brown, instead of a pale yellow. I am guessing the bathroom isn't pepto bismal pink anymore either.



I think the bookstore's buyer has really stepped it up as there were multiple things I wanted to buy, not the least of which was an under armor running shirt with a UD on it. So cute. So after I dropped a pretty penny, and after a chicken and provolone sub which was good despite an unwanted helping of mayo, we were off to watch the Flyers kick some Coppin State booty. I can't say it was a good game, because it was a thrashing, but a win is a win. The weather precluded us from getting a fishbowl, but I guess it prevented us from getting any DUIs :)


















We came back to watch some of my library goodies, including some episodes of Survivorman and the movie Zodiac. I think Santa's Little Helper is taking it as his personal challenge to solve the ciphers the Zodiac sent.....





Today was a day of rest, a day of football, and a day of cooking. I fully intended to attach a picture of a finished product but we ate it up so fast that there wasn't time. Props to Peabody for her amazing potato soup recipe. I have tried several, and this one is definitely the winner. Creamy, thick, satisfying, and definitely the thing to make when you've purchased 15 lbs of potatoes for two people.

Ok, time for dessert.....

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Boo....



So its the absolute busiest time of the year....and guess what????? I'm sick! Boo. The to-do list is a mile long, the house is still recovering from baklava weekend, and the turtles are begging for baths. All I want to do is lay around and watch a marathon of Sex and the City or other such mindless pursuits. There are two things required when I'm sick. One is Mrs. Grass Soup. Yes, now I am probably capable of making homemade chicken stock and actual soup, but who feels like doing that when they're sick? Mrs. Grass is one of the few processed childhood foods that I still crave. (see also: Salt and Vinegar chips, kool-aid, and tater tots). I swear this stuff makes me feel better......much better than standing in the kitchen while I'm sick chopping celery and onions for stock.





Necessary sick item number two is actually something that I do not have in house, and am so craving but do not have anyone to call to go fetch it for me. There is a Wild Oats Market pretty close to here, but that would necessitate taking off my flannel PJs, going to get gas, and then driving there. Not very likely to happen. Anyway, Odwalla Strawberry C-Monster is well worth its exhorbitant price tag. It tastes like a mouthful of fresh strawberries, and makes you feel instantly healthy. I guess that is what mainlining vitamin C does to you. You can bet I'll be picking up some of this when I head to the bank and dry cleaner tomorrow am.....
Ok, time to watch CSI and cuddle with the cheetah....

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

go shorty, its your birthday....


I've always felt that birthdays were very special. My mom was would allow me to pick my favorite meal for birthday dinner, even if it was super intricate and time consuming like homemade manicotti. (yes, even as a child I was a food elitist). I've tried to keep up this sort of tradition myself despite not having kids of my own by being the in-house birthday baker at virtually every job I've ever held. The last position at my current employer got so intricate that co-workers were requesting homemade tirimisu, cream puffs, and other such delicate and fragile creations for their birthdays. I was one step away from having to provide 12 creme brullees, or pavlovas! I was especially worn out in March when we had 5 of the 12 of us have birthdays. Now in my new position, there's really only a few to bake for, and they have not yet come to expect exquisite pastries on workdays.



Today was my office mate's birthday so last night, despite being a little cooking weary (see pot roast, baklava, and most importantly, failed hash browns) I set out to make him a cake. It is admittedly nothing special, but I think it fit the season, and looked rather regal on its serving tray!


Someone special needs to have a birthday so I have an excuse to make this:




What's your favorite birthday tradition?




Monday, December 10, 2007

a day of cooking: the cookie exchange and the pot roast, or how to wash every dish in your house in one day!

Once the holidays get closer it seems that there is never enough time in the day, and always more things on the "to do" list than when it was started. This weekend was the same. I had planned for Sunday to be an all day cooking day to make the requisite number of cookies for the annual work cookie exchange. Being known for being a decent cook got me roped into making baklava, an all day endeavor, when some of my compatriots were making buckeyes, and other easier treats. I knew I'd need reinforcements to make so many cookies, and present them in a cute way. I think I have a little bit of Martha in me somewhere. Anyway, Santa's Little Helper had requested a pot roast some time back, so I thought Sunday would be the ideal day to combine a dinner that needs hours to cook, and a cookies that require a lot of love in them.





The Roast Beast:

I must admit, I'm leary of things that get cooked in the crock pot out of fear that they will be chewy or overprocessed. My last pot roast effort wasn't very noteworthy. Too many of the available recipes involve cans of cream of mushroom soup, which make both me and Santa's Little Helper want to retch. In the end, I didn't like any of the recipes I located, or I was missing too many ingredients to fuss with on a rainy cookie baking day. I combined several recipes myself, adding onions, carrots, potatoes, lots of fresh ground pepper, a bay leaf, 8 cloves of garlic, and a lot of beef stock. See http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/236745 for inspiration . To my suprise, my slow cooker turned out the best meal we've eaten since the Herb Roasted Turkey back in November. My pot roast might even rival Santa's Little Helper's mother. A good thing indeed!




Baklava, Baklava and More Baklava:

With a hearty breakfast in our bellies, a pot roast cooking in the crock pot, and a lengthy nap it was time to begin the daunting task of assembling the multiple baklavas. I had made this recipe numerous times, however it is not a recipe easily doubled (or tripled as the case may be). Copious amounts of nuts were ground, butter was melted and tons of honey was poured. The house smelled like the Panegyri Greek Festival held locally every June. The most personally daunting part is the cutting of the pan of baklava before it goes into the oven. I always have difficulty not pulling the knife through, as well as making equal sizes pieces. I guess I'm not cut out to work at http://www.bonbonerie.com/ just yet.








In the end, come 11 pm, all the baklava was made. Santa's Little Helper and I carefully put each piece into a little paper, which then went into a little red bag. I'll spare the details (and jokes) about a guy with big hands, his difficulty putting tiny cookies into tinier bags, and just how many "casualties" there were. Just before the stroke of 12, all cookies were bagged, all bags decorated, and all dishes washed. I think a surge of Berries and Cream Dr. Pepper provided the last bit of sugar needed to get that all done before I turned into a pumpkin at midnight.







Today's cookie exchange provided more cookies than I can eat, even with help from Santa's Little Helper. Other partecipants made rum balls, buckeyes, various takes on old favorites like chocolate chip and oatmeal as well as interesting creations with lemon, nuts and candy canes. Props to the judge for the best decorated cookies. Who knew he had an artistic side? :)







In the end, it all got done, and a good time was had by all, but this amateur chef has no desire to set foot into the kitchen until at least Thursday....






Oh, and I couldn't forget to include Effie's Baklava recipe straight from her Greek relatives. Its time consuming, but well worth it.





Baklava

1 package phyllo dough

1 lb honey
1 lb butter

½ cup water
2 packages crushed walnuts

½ cup sugar
½ cup powdered sugar

1 cinnamon stick
3 cloves
½ washed orange

Preheat oven to 375.
1) In one bowl mix powdered sugar and walnuts. You could also add almonds.
2) Melt butter but allow to cool a bit so it doesn’t burn phyllo.
3) Open the phyllo. Move fast so it doesn’t dry.
4) Butter the bottom of the pan with a brush. Place one sheet of phyllo down then brush the top of it with butter again. Repeat this until there are 8 sheets of phyllo with butter on the bottom.
5) Place ½ of nut mixture on the top sheet. Sprinkle with butter.
6) Put a layer of phyllo/butter (3 more sheets worth).
7) Put ½ nut mixture on top layer of phyllo. Sprinkle with butter.
8) Use the rest of the phyllo for the top crust layering as phyllo/butter as before.
9) Cut it with a very sharp knife before baking. You must cut before.
10) Bake 40-50 minutes @ 375 until golden brown.
11) Allow to cool.
12) Make the syrup.


Baklava Syrup

Combine honey, water, sugar, cloves, cinnamon stick and ½ orange with rind on in a sauce pan. Allow to cook for 20 minutes but be careful as this can boil over making your stove a sticky mess. Remove the orange, cloves, and cinnamon stick. Allow to cool slightly. Pour the syrup over the room temperature baklava. Eat!

You can use other stuff in the syrup. Only the honey, water, and sugar are mandatory.





A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover - Unplugged @ VH1

So I don't know if this song is less sad than my last song post, apologies to Mark...actually, I'm certain it isn't. Maybe the best music isn't the happiest...

she looks a little like Tori, but doesn't sound like her except maybe that they both use a piano. Tori is more....powerful and violent.


This song reminds me of New Jersey..

Sunday, December 09, 2007

All I Want For Christmas Is You

So I baked cookies all day...and despite not being much of a Christmas music person, at least until December 23, this song gets me in the mood. Its a song that I'll belt out in the car, as long as I'm alone.

21 more days!!!

the good, the bad and the ugly

I've been MIA since my turkey post. Its been a little busy here. Holiday time, coupled with work going haywire, and a lot of projects coming to a head at one time...so here's a quick recap, and I promise tomorrow there will be a cookie exchange related post.

the good:

**Girls on the Run, the organization I volunteer with, had its fall 5K race 12/1, and despite horrifically cold weather, we nearly doubled last year's partecipants. Girls on the Run is a national organization dedicated to teaching pre-teen and teen girls self-esteem, health and various other teen age girl issues through the use of running as a goal. see www.gotrcincinnati.com



**Not only did I get a hair cut, but I got it colored back to its "natural" color, and got it straightened for the day. It makes me look, imho, like a whole different person. I like being someone else for the day.



the bad:

**bad week

**I burned bacon. A monkey could cook bacon right since you just put it in the pan, and take it out when its done. I burned it such that it looked like charcoal.


**I worked so much overtime the last 2 weeks that I didn't get home in time to work out two different days. One of the days I didn't even get a lunch, and still had court for 10+ hours. Ick.


**My sink/disposal broke while I was trying to craft a very good dinner for a very cute dinner guest. I'm not MacGuyver enough to be able to fix it myself, so mounds of dirty dishes sat idly by for 4 days until the plumber finally fixed it right.


the ugly:
**I should have taken a picture, but I couldn't bring myself to document my cooking blunders. I set out to make hash browns with shreaded potatoes with our delicious breaded porkchop dinner. What we ended up with, after two people shreading numerous potatoes in the new food processor was a giant grey lump of mushy potatoes, a broken disposal, and a burned skillet. Needless to say, we'll be going to Bob Evans next time we want hash browns. They're worth the $4.