Resistance is Futile

My youngest got what I thought was a head cold a couple weeks ago.  A slight fever that came and went.  A really stuffy nose, so much so that I threw out there..."do you want to try a neti-pot?"

"What", she asked, "is a neti-pot?"

I wish I could have been more "been there done that" with her but I had only heard the praises of the neti-pot, but hadn't tried it myself.  For those with a fairly strong constitution, read on.  For those without, full stop.

This is a neti-pot:

And what it does is flush your sinus cavity with a warm saline solution, pouring the solution up one nostril and draining out the other, making it easier to breathe.  Again, EVERYONE who had tried the neti-pot, sang its praises.  As I related this to Beanie, she apparently was miserable enough to want to give it a try.

So she tried it.  And while she said it felt funny, she continues to ask to use it when her nose gets stuffy.  I guess it worked as intended.

I, however, had yet to try it.  Until this weekend.  I have some kind of head cold happening and nothing is touching the pressure that is inside my head (Insert obvious joke here) so I gave it a whirl.  It hasn't really gotten rid of the sinus headache, but it does make it easier to breathe.

It's not really something you wish to do with an audience, but the relief is worth it.  I'm not sure why I resisted buying one for so long, probably because of the possible audience factor, but I should have known, resistance is futile.

An Acquired Taste

St. Patrick's Day has come and gone and we celebrated it with our typical St. Patrick's day fare:  corned beef and cabbage.  I look forward to this all year, and I'm not exactly sure why I ONLY make it on St. Patrick's day, but I do.  This year I found a recipe in Epicurious for Chocolate Guinness Goodness which of course I had to give a try.  Then I was left with all the eggwhites so I found a recipe at Epicurious  (again) for an Orange Chiffon Cake which I also made.  I was in a "makin'" kind of mood.

Anyway, I was on facebook and was a little taken aback at the number of people who not only don't like corned beef and cabbage, but DETEST it.  I guess it's one of those meals that you either love it or hate it.  I also wonder if it maybe people haven't had it prepared they way I prepare it.  I boil the meat in a pot with the pickling spices (and I add more than just the pkg that comes with the corned beef) for 2-3 hours.  When the beef is tender I remove it and strain the liquid to remove the spices, then I put it back on the stove and add red potatoes (unpeeled) to the liquid.  I cook them until the potatoes are almost done (and of course this will depend on the size) and add  a head of cabbage that has been cut into 6ths (with the core...it helps hold the cabbage pieces together) and cook until the core is tender.  Usually about 25 min.  I slice up the beef and serve with dry mustard that has been reconstituted with beer.  Caution:  this can be nasal clearing hot.  The potatoes I serve with butter salt and pepper.  The cabbage I serve with malt vinegar.  On the side I serve a rye/pumpernickel bread (no caraway seeds).

Here is a little known secret:  if you  plan correctly, you can turn this into a scrumptious meal.  I usually boil 2 corned beef roasts for this purpose:  to make reuben soup.  The original recipe came from Taste of Home but I rarely follow it to the letter.  Today, for example, I sort of doubled the recipe, I used all beef broth instead of a mixture of beef and chicken broths and I had two potatoes left over from St Patricks day so I diced those and added it to the soup making it a little heartier.  I also used the leftover rye/pumpernickel to make croutons which I sprinkled over each bowl of soup.

I don't ever remember not liking corned beef and cabbage.  I know my sister has never liked it.  I do know that over the years I have come to LOVE it.  Maybe it is an acquired taste.

Table Scraps Speak

Table scraps is what we call the anticlimactic day that follows the Chrisapalooza by 3 days:  my birthday.  And it went the way most of them go...I got up, got the kids to school, went to yoga, came home, cleaned up, went to lunch with a friend, came home to children arriving home from school with the typical question:  "What's for dinner?"  My response?  I don't know.  

The husband decided that since we have a driver (the boy) who is capable of getting Beanie to and from dance on time (debatable), the two of us would go out to dinner. (JimmyJohns for the kids)

We sat at the bar had a pre-appetizer drink:  him a greyhound, me a Brazilian Thyme (which was DELICIOUS).  Then an appetizer of  sesame ahi tuna, that was also delicious .  We had plenty of time to study the menu so when we were finally seated, we were able to order right away:  I had the Alaskan Cod on a bed of whipped yams and sauteed spinach with raisins and a cider glaze.  He had the Arctic Char on a bed of yukon golds, roasted brussel sprouts with a red wine reduction sauce.  Both were excellent.

An interesting architectural feature of the restaurant was that the walls separating smaller dining areas were actually wine racks..  Oh, to be certain, we did what we could (1/2 off bottle of wine on Tuesday) to take down those walls.

But there is only so much time.  Our next visit, we'll bring reinforcements.

It's Over...But the Fun Will Never End

And yet another Chrisapalooza has come to an end.  Just when we thought nothing could top last year's 'Palooza, but I was wrong.  We have friends that are so clever and always seem to find that "something" that sums us up.

This year was no exception. Earlier this week, in conversation, they mentioned that we have had a REALLY fun year.  I concurred and didn't think anything more about it.  But apparently she had been working on the Palooza gift to end all gifts.  It was a game of "Photo-opoly".

Think Monopoly but with your pictures taking the place of the various properties.  Oh, and the pictures they included, all from this previous year's activities:  the football game, the fall ball, the state fair, the white elephant, neighbors night out, and a plethora of other fun events.   Oh, there was also a special picture that didn't include us.  It was one of Anne Hathaway, who is Chrisapalooza's "gimme"*.   Yes...THIS picture.  Anyone care to guess what her caption reads?

We got the opportunity to group the pictures into "colors" (like Boardwalk and Park Place) AND to add captions to each property.  We had so much fun just setting up the game.  Can't wait to play it.

So, the Chrisapalooza finished off his "birthday week" with a dinner of eye round roast (cooked to a perfect medium rare), smashed yukon gold taters, "the" gravy, drunken shrooms, fresh green beans with a bacon soy glaze, and popovers.  I even made made the man a home made checkerboard cake with a fresh black and red raspberry filling.

It's a good thing Chrisapalooza only happens once a year.  Time to recover from year to year.

*a gimme is what we call it if that person (celebrity, usually) happens to show up on our doorstep and claim to be unable to continue on with their life without a night with one of us.  Anne is his gimme.  I'll share my gimme when it's appropriate.

Get Your Party On...2 Days Left of Chrisapalooza

It's that time of year again...that week long celebration that celebrates the life of my husband.  I'm sure you recall last year's kickoff?  And then the Chrisapalooza party-week itself?  No one does a Palooza party like our friends.

This year's kickoff came in the form of a T-shirt transferred from the poster that was worn last week to the wine tasting to "advertise" the upcoming Chrisapalooza.  The comment most repeated?  "Wow, that looks like Will Ferrell".

Then last night came the gifts:

The items on the left...his.  On the right...mine.  Don't you worry...I don't intend to drink it all in one setting.

There may yet be a few more surprises in the Chrisapalooza birthday week.  You'll have to stay tuned to find out. 

Sweet Child O' Mine

After your sisters postings you came to me asking why I hadn't done a birthday post on you.  It was a fair question.  The simple answer is that I didn't THINK to do this until Beanie's birthday.  The more complicated answer is that I was at a loss as to what to write without making you sound like some type of fictional super hero, which we both know you are not.  Adding to that is the fact that of all 4 of my children, you are the one most like me in so many ways, some good, and some bad and I wasn't sure I was prepared to explore that not just about you but about me.  Yet funny enough you have figured out a way of making the bad ways better.  And isn't that what we hope for for our children.  Let's start with looks.  At a year, it was obvious to me that, yes, you DO look like me, minus the dimple.

At 15, you are everything I wished I had been at 15.  The thing you got from your dad...the metabolism...if I were you I'd thank him EVERY day for it.  You can thank me for the height.  You're welcome.

You and I are both pretty sensitive and we get our feelings hurt easily.  You, at 15, have learned to let it go.  I have not.  Believe me, that learning to let go is a blessing.  I think you are a good judge of character as you have surrounded yourself with smart, goofy, loving friends who love you as you are.  That is a gift.

You amaze me with your ability to come into a group of strangers, whether children or adults, and treat them as if they have been your friends your whole life.

You don't take yourself too seriously.  Nothing is off limits to you and that includes your own mistakes, whether  intended or not.  Embrace that ability to laugh at yourself because it will serve you well your whole life.

You scare me with your ability to make a rational argument, even at a young age.  Yes, at 15, I CAN sometimes say, "because I said so" and YES you must accept that.  But I so admire how you are able to calmly discuss and use logic and facts to make your point.  While I don't think the world needs any more lawyers, if you choose that path, I have NO doubt you will excel.

Lest all think you are some kind of imaginary perfect child, I feel it necessary to inform the masses that, yes, like me, you are a slob.  Sorry sweetie.  This one, I suggest you not so much embrace as try to reform.  Reformation will be not only YOUR friend, but your future roommate's friend as well.

You are also like most teenagers and self absorbed and *I* struggle with this.  How to get you (and your brother and sisters) to think outside of your own little "me" world?  My prayers are that maturity will play a factor there and that I'll be around to see that day.

When we first allowed you a facebook page, I was touched that you tagged me as "the person you can talk to about ANYTHING".  That meant a lot to me because you KNOW that I neither want nor seek your friendship.  You have friends for that role.  I am your mother and as such, it is not my responsibility to tell you what you want to hear.  I am here to help to guide you when you have to make decisions, sometimes life altering ones.  To set boundaries for you because life is full of boundaries and it's best to learn that now.  To show you that yes, there ARE repercussions to your actions and I will NOT insulate you from those.  There will be times when you won't like me and I'm sure there will be times when the feeling is mutual.   The purpose of your friends is to be there and like you.   I have a different purpose.  My purpose is not to have you like me (although, it would be an added bonus).  My purpose is to raise you to be a respectful, responsible, intelligent adult.  To always put your faith in God first, yourself second, your dad and me third. 

I think we're halfway there, Sweet Child O' Mine.  

Happy 15th Birthday!

Weekend Update

Sunday evening and I am POOPED!  Activities abounded.

Friday night we had tickets to the Senior Class fundraiser...Wine and Beer tasting.  We went with friends, and SIL, and met more there.  We started backwards and worked our way around the venue, which made us similar to salmon swimming upstream to spawn, but like the fish, we made it work.  While there were a couple wines that were OK, we actually REALLY enjoyed many of the beers.  I'm thinking #9 (yes, that was the name of the beer) will become our new summer beer.  After we made the rounds, we headed to the Cove for burgers.  At that point, we had to cut the evening short as my middle daughter had her state basketball tournament.  First game?  8am.  Location?  An hour away.  OY!

The husband needed to head north to visit his uncle in the hospital so I got the basketball duty.  Up at 6am...on a Saturday morning.  Yeah me.

So, we're in a double elimination tournament, so we had to lose two games to be out.  OK, this is where the whole parent thing is sorta shot to heck, because, I was SO done with basketball. *aside-was it written in anyone's manual the number of weekends we as parents are required to give up so our children can pursue their athletic abilities?  I didn't think so.  BUT...I was the dutiful parent and went and cheered on my baby and her team.  Game one...WON.  Game two...LOST.  Now had they won both games, they would be done and we'd be looking at game three at...yes, 8am Sunday morning.  But having lost one game that meant there would be a game three on Saturday.  Game three...won.  Which meant game four at?  8am Sunday morning.  Yeah me.  OK...yeah husband.

We got home and I was greeted with 4 huge porterhouses the husband had picked up and plans to have friends over.  Details of that will be up at A Side of Steak but I'll let you know it included ginormous buffalo shrimp, and seared tuna steak and the aforementioned porterhouses.  The oldest daughter went to Beastly and had a sleepover.  Middle daughter (she of the basketball games) had a sleepover birthday party which we had let her know in advance, it was possible that she would not be able to do the sleepover part due to the hour in which she would need to be picked up.  Her brother picked her up at 11pm.  So ending the day with friends, food and a bunch of wine..what more could a girl want.

Sunday arrived with, yes game four.  We played nose goes.  I won.  Husband went.  Game four...lost.  In overtime.  Does silently cheering it being over (even though I wasn't at the game) make me a bad parent?  Yes,  I thought so.  However, this actually fell in well with the plans we made LAST weekend and that was to use a Groupon that was supposed to expire last week but they extended since we couldn't get reservations last week.  We went to Santorinis for brunch.  HOLY BUCKETS was it ever fabulous!  We pub crawled home.  And hot tubbed.  And ordered pizza.  And watched Easy-A with the little girls.

Now, I think there is a pillow with my name on it.