• Losing My Marbles

    I think I may be. I’m not sure. But here are three things that recently happened that are forcing me to raise the uncomfortable question in regards to the soundness of my mental stability.

    First, I found a quart jar of packed, labeled “Roasted Roma ‘08″ tomatoes in the drawer where I store my empty jars and paraphernalia for fixing my coffee. It was supposed to be in the freezer. I have no idea how long it had been there, but I don’t think it was that long (I fix my coffee twice a day, so I’d have seen it, right?). It was still just fine.

    Second, I found part of a block of cheddar cheese stashed in the freezer above the fridge. It was supposed to be in the cheese drawer of the fridge.

    Third, when I reached up in the cupboard for the container of peanut butter, I was surprised to see a pint container of sour cream sitting there. It was moldy and rotten.

    I’m not sure what conclusion I should draw. I don’t normally do things like this. In fact, the only times I behave like this is when I’m pregnant.

    I am not pregnant.

    There’s a good chance it just runs in the family, and I’m finally, inevitably, turning into my mother. She has been known to forget to put the chicken in the chicken-corn-and-noodle soup. Or to put an empty glass pie pan on the burner of her gas stove, which is fine, except that the burner was lit. Or to forget, because she was so wrapped up in whatever it was she was writing (not a blog), she has water boiling on the stove until it’s too late and the kettle is charred black.

    Speaking of stoves, just the other day Mr. Handsome cooked himself some eggs for breakfast and then left for work. About twenty minutes later, I realized that my teapot was boiling away on the stove. Upon closer examination I discovered that Mr. Handsome had left on the burner upon which he had fried his eggs. At least he had put the tea kettle on it so no one got burned. At least I had left some water in the teapot so it didn’t char.

    Wait a second! Maybe Mr. Handsome is the one losing his mind, messing with my kitchen contents.

    Whew! What a relief! I feel so much better, now that I’m certain all my marbles are firmly secured.

    Boink. Bonk-onk-onk-nk-nk-k-k-k-k. Hey! What’s that thing dribbling and rolling across the floor, away from my chair, towards the back door? Could it be a ma—?

    Eh-hem. I’m not looking.

  • Out Of Boredom

    I’m bo-o-o-o-r-r-r-ed! There’s nothing to do-o-o-o!

    I used to sing the I’m Bored Song to my mom back in the day when I was a kid and I can still hear my mother’s blunt response, “If you can’t find something to do, then I’ll find something for you.” You can bet I skedaddled.

    But now there is no one to boss me around. It’s kind of sad, really. I have books to read, of course. Dreams From My Father for book club, and Delivered From Distraction which just came in the mail today (though I think “Delivered From Boredom” would be a bit more appropriate for right now), and The Miracle At Speedy Motors, just for fun. See the problem is that nothing has to be done right now. I work best under pressure and when there is no pressure, I have no drive to get stuff done.

    So I blog. And I boss you around.

    Are you sufficiently bored by all my whining? Or are you bored because it’s raining outside and there’s nothing to do-o-o-o? All righty then! I have something for you to do. And since there’s only about three more hours till supper time, you best be getting your tail in gear.

    Remember those multi-colored peppers that I got for free? After giving a bunch away to some friends and family, I heeded my Girlfriend Kris’s suggestion and made a pasta dish with peppers and onions. You probably have peppers lurking about the house somewhere, don’t you? If not, then in two days there will be the Farmers’ Market, so plan to head over there to buy yourself a couple dandies. Then make this dish, okay?


    Pasta with Sauteed Peppers and Onions

    1 pound pasta (penne works well)
    3 large yellow, orange, and/or red peppers, cut into thin strips
    1 large onion, cut into thin wedges
    olive oil
    salt
    pepper
    about one cup of freshly grated Parmesan

    Cook the pasta in a large kettle of salted water. While it is cooking, put a couple tablespoons of olive oil in a large skillet that has been heated to medium-high heat. Add the peppers and onions and saute until tender, turning down the heat if the veggies start to scorch. Sprinkle them with salt and black pepper.

    Reserve about a half cup of the pasta’s cooking water and then drain the pasta. Put the pasta back in the kettle, sprinkle about half of the Parmesan over the pasta and dribble in the reserved cooking water, all the while gently stirring the pasta.

    Plate the pasta, scoop a generous portion of peppers and onions over each serving, and sprinkle more grated Parmesan over the top.


    But wait! I’m still bored. Telling you what to do didn’t help me much. Sniffle. Oh yes, I promised Miss Becca Boo that I would put make-up on her. There’s no better time then the present, I guess. Toodles!

  • Solution for a Cold, Rainy Day

    We are on day number two of nearly solid rain, dark skies, and cold (for August) weather. I’m still wearing my pajamas bottoms—they’re gray, dotted with pink and black cupcakes. I’m even wearing socks. I have all the lights on and a candle burning on the kitchen table, in a valiant effort to boost my spirits.

    Miss Becca Boo and Yo-Yo Boy are listening to a story on tape, up in his room, and the two littles are playing house in the girls’ room. It’s quiet right now, but the downstairs is littered with big plastic building blocks, match-box cars, and stuffed animals, a reminder that it wasn’t this quiet twenty minutes ago. Every time I glance at the mess, it deepens my appreciation for the present stillness. How long do you think I have before a fight erupts? Five minutes? Maybe, if I’m lucky.

    Last night for supper I made a pan of smashing potatoes, green beans, corn, applesauce (Mr. Handsome also had a piece of leftover chard-sausage-cheese-cherry tomato quiche), and for dessert I used up our last bag of frozen, prepared-for-a-pie (with the sugar and spices) apple slices. I put them in a square glass pan and for the topping made up a variation of the (excuse me while I’m interrupted by a Giant Eruption—shrieking, stair-stomping, and the like—the stillness lasted approximately one minute and twenty-three seconds) blackberry cobbler recipe. The apples were syrupy (the syrup reminded me of the sauce in which apple dumplings are baked) and tender under the crispy-crunchy topping, perfect for a dreary August night.


    Topping for Apple Crisp (or quite possibly any fruit, for that matter)
    Adapted from the topping for Blackberry Cobbler

    ½ cup rolled oats
    ½ cup flour
    ½ cup brown sugar
    ½ cup white sugar
    ½ teaspoon cinnamon
    1 egg, beaten
    6 tablespoons butter, melted

    Mix together the first five ingredients. Add the egg and stir until incorporated—the mixture will be damp and sandy-ish. Put the crumbs on top of the prepared fruit (in this case, about five cups of apple slices, prepared with a mixture of flour, sugar, nutmeg, and cinnamon as though they were going to be baked in a pie) which have been placed in a greased square glass pan, and pour the melted butter over top. Bake at 375 degrees for about 30 minutes, or until the top is golden brown and crusty. Serve with cold milk or vanilla ice cream.