Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Miscellaneous Tuesday Thoughts ...

This picture proves I have good friends. Really good friends.

Still homeless.

Upon arriving at the Henderson Pavilion for Youth Conference we were told we'd be heading to downtown Henderson to clean up after the local parade. Personally I was pleased no animals were part of said parade.

Savior of the World
was breathtaking. On the most perfect night that you could imagine, wonderful weather, awesome company.

Karaoke can be fun and church dances can be amusing.

A release from a calling can be very very sad.

Why does one become emotionally attached to books? All our books have new homes...

Sunday morning I started making a desert island butter cake . . . and then I remembered the measuring cups were packed. The cake wasn't good.

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Random notes, neuroses and memory lane

Moving is curious. I've lived in this house longer than any other house in my life (15 years) but I have experience packing up a home. Do I ever. We made three huge moves in 3 1/2 years. Boston to Washington, D.C., D.C. to Chicago and Chicago to Las Vegas . . . big. I specifically remember driving away from our house in Chicago and thinking about the fact that my "life" was in that moving van. My entire life. Of course, my life wasn't really in that moving van. Six of our children were split up between two cars . . . we had that. And that is everything.

Still, you sift through things.

The exercise of sifting and packing up my house happens to make me feel extremely melancholy. Pensive. Everything I really care about occupies a few lone bankers' boxes. Pictures, notes written expressing love, and mementos that remind me of relationships. You can't help but recognize that someday someone will toss that box. Maybe it'll be disbursed, but eventually . . . it'll go. Packing up a life (and those that have intertwined mine) is an interesting exercise.

Sometimes I snap out of the melancholy thing. Like when I realize people will take anything from the curb outside my house. How about a used foot bath? Happened.

Melancholy prevails these days. We are patiently waiting for a mortgage holder to decide they will accept our offer on a house we have been trying to buy since the first week in February. So we will move our belongings to storage. I am not complaining. I'm simply melancholy.

And homeless.

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Friday, April 10, 2009

Chang's Mongolian Beef

Always a favorite of ours at P.F. Chang's . . . once mistakenly served and left on our table to try. HOOKED.


2 t. vegetable oil
1/2 t. minced ginger
1 T. chopped garlic
1/2 cup soy sauce
1/2 cup water
3/4 cup dark brown sugar

1 cup vegetable oil
1 lb. flank steak
1/4 cup cornstarch
2 large green onions

Make sauce by heating 2 t. vegetable oil in medium saucepan over low/medium heat. Add ginger and garlic to the pan and quickly add the soy sauce and water before garlic scorches. Dissolve brown sugar in the sauce, raise heat and boil the sauce for 2 to 3 minutes or until it thickens. Remove from heat.

Slice flank steak against the grain into 1/4" thick bite sized slices. Dip the steak pieces into the cornstarch to apply a thin dusting to both sides of each piece of beef. Let the beef sit for 10 minutes so the cornstarch sticks.

Heat one cup oil over medium heat until hot but not smoking. Add beef and saute for 2 minutes or until the beef just begins to darken on the edges. Remove steak and pour oil out of the wok or skillet. Put the pan back over the heat and add the meat back into the pan, simmering for a minute. Add sauce and cook while stirring. Add all green onions. Cook for one more minute and remove to serving plate.

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Candy, stress eating and memories...

A week ago my phone rang. "Mom, I'm in the Candy Baron in Laguna Beach. REMEMBER? Want anything?" It made me smile. And happy. Happy that he remembered, despite the fact that he was only 5 years old that night I walked downtown with two little kids, holding their hands headed out for a special night alone. Just the three of us.

Last week I read a top CNN story about the surge in candy sales, thank you recession of 2009. And I get it. Because I am a candy face. Candy makes everything better. I sometimes daydream about candy. Today, for instance, I wondered why I have to wait for Easter each year to get those Hershey pastel Easter eggs with the crunchy hard coat. They are awesome. Or why Hersheyettes are only sold in that plastic candy cane during the Christmas season . . . how come I can't buy them in a 1 lb. bag anymore? Or why they quit making turkish taffy. And licorice. I daydream about licorice, red licorice, black licorice . . . and fireballs and sixlets. It makes perfect sense to me why people would turn to candy during hard times.

And then there's the 'stress eating' phenomenon. It's an excuse, really, but it sounds so good. I am homeless, pass the hot tamales. Where should I forward my mail, pass the jelly beans. Why is my husband unable to toss that backpack he used in the 4th grade (he's 62 and it's falling apart), pass the coconut haystacks. Why is a "short sale" the ultimate oxymoron, pass me those See's tipperary bon bons. I need a storage unit, I need an apartment (with no lease). . . pass me some peach rings.


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