Sunday, December 25, 2011

very merry

The above is but a fraction of the deliciousness that was had at our fourth annual Christmas Brunch today.  It's a meat pie, made not with a traditional French Canadian recipe but with my mother's wonderfully updated approach: ground pork, sour cream, and rosemary, baked in a pie crust.

Not pictured, but equally yummy, my mother also made a spinach quiche.  There was chowder and smoked salmon and bagels and goat's milk cheese with cranberries in it.  There were homemade cinnamon rolls and gingerbread and fruit salad. We sipped mimosas and homebrew and the bourbon-y eggnog that The Awesome Husband made from scratch.  (I don't think anyone sipped all three of those things, though.)

Fourteen people, one cat, and one dog gathered in our kitchen and living room to enjoy all that great food and drink.  Our house isn't spacious, so it was definitely cozy.  And definitely awesome.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

If only we had a very small Santa hat...

Cecil knows where it's at.

And by "it," I mean "Christmas spirit."  Or "sun streaming in the picture window."  One of the two.

Every time he stretches or shifts around to get comfy, there's a great deal of rustling from the wrapping paper on the gifts he's nestled in.  It's pretty cute.

May you all have a puppy curled up under your tree (if you celebrate this time of year in the manner of decorating trees) today, or your equivalent of happiness.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Hello, Christmas!

I am officially on holiday weekend and free from work until Tuesday. Hurrah!

It feels like I might be the only blogger who'll possibly be posting *more* over the holiday weekend than normal. (Note: I make no promises.)  I'm reading a lot of "I'm off for the holidays; see you in 2012"posts, and while I get where those folks are coming from, my perspective is a bit different.

Blogging for me is 100%, without a doubt, purely a hobby for me.  I don't make any money from it, I don't set blogging requirements or schedules for myself, and I don't spend a tremendous amount of time on most posts (I'm sure many of you have already figured that out).  If I have something to say, I say it.  It's great when folks choose to read, but if nobody does, there's no tangible consequence.

I intend to fill my holiday weekend with things I find fun, and a blog post is likely to be on the list.  Although, if I end up without enough time to post, at least it'll be because I'm busy doing fun holiday things, rather than working.

Cheers!

Monday, December 19, 2011

gift exchange, interwebz style


How fabulous is the internet? I mean, really, the amount of available information and opinions and perspectives is kind of amazing. You can stay in contact with friends who've moved to a far-flung time zone or have conversations with people you've never met. If you're SUPER lucky, you might also get to participate in a gift exchange with a group of awesome peeps from around the world who you know through Twitter and their respective blogs.

And yes, you guessed it, I'm super lucky.

So I knit up these cozies for the lovely Zan using some of the yarn that I bought in Iceland last year. I have a sweater knit from the same yarn, and it's toasty, lemme tell ya. Hopefully the same is true when it's in hat and mitten form.


Annnnnd, what I didn't realize while I was knittin' along was that I'd been assigned as a giftee to dday (of Tumbledown Mountain fame. where "fame" is used loosely.) First I got a card from her indicating that my gift was en route and would arrive separately due to shipping constraints. Curiouser and curiouser I was, until this awesomeness (also pictured above) arrived in my mailbox:


How rad is that?! Not only does it have a picture of a craftosaurus on it -- and what else would a craftosaurus look like? -- it also excels at holding spiked, mulled hot cider. In case you were wondering.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

It isn't piping season.

Today is The Awesome Husband's birthday (hooray! three cheers! confetti and noisemakers!), and this is his cake.  Per his request, it's a banana cake with chocolate frosting.

You'll note that I took the swirled-with-the-back-of-a-spoon approach to the frosting.  I have the knowledge and supplies to do decorative piped frosting around the edges, but I simply didn't have TIME for that.  Christmas card, shopping, and decorating season isn't piping season.  I-have-a-cold season isn't really piping season either.

I'll just have to hold out hope that it's really, really delicious.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

made for each other

The Awesome Husband: *carrying a piece of paper* Hey, can you help me with something?

Me: Sure.

The Awesome Husband: This form needs a witness signature below where I signed.

Me: Ok, but you have to ask the right way...

The Awesome Husband: *puzzlement, followed by a flash of recognition and a big grin*

...Can I get a witness?

Saturday, December 10, 2011

The first step is buying the tree.

It's a little strange selecting and cutting down a Christmas tree when there's no snow on the ground. Mind you, I'm LOVING the absence of slippery ice. I'm not complaining.

Anyway, this is where we were today, at a tree farm.  Well, this is where we were for a fraction of the day. Today was actually quite busy, but we managed to fit buying a Christmas tree into the mix.

We'll decorate it later.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Ok. The Festive has arrived.

Some of us at work are giving Secret Santa gifts this week.  I found this on my desk when I arrived in the morning.  That's an instant good mood right there, I tell ya.

Plus, my giftee positively squealed with delight when she saw what I'd left for her.

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

almost festive

Wow. So I've noticed over the past couple weeks just how much the summer's harvests and garden pictures had to do with keeping this blog remotely interesting.  Apparently I'm quite boring (or, I suppose one could say, especially boring) in the fall. 

There are no fresh tomatoes or raspberries to use up this week, and no cheerful flowers to show you.  On the other hand, I'm starting to get more into the holiday spirit this week. I take my sweet time with these things; you can't force it. Well, you can, but in my experience that never ends well.

I've found a few gifts for people that I think will bring joy. That always helps me find The Festive.  We watched the Rudolph claymation (feltmation?) special when it was on TV. Later this week I think I'll go for broke and bake some cookies.

It might even be time for some carols. Soon.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

No reason. Just because.

We didn't host or cook much for Thanksgiving this year, so we knew we'd need to do something to ensure we had on hand that very important part of the festivities: leftovers. 

Today ended up being the first available day for cooking a chicken and some side dishes, and we decided what the heck, let's use the china and glasses we got as wedding gifts. And while we're at it, let's get a little dressed up.  And drink some fancy beer.  Why not?

What are we celebrating? Just the fact that our life together is pretty damn good.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

wringing the last drops of joy out of my vacation

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  I certainly did: good food, good company.  It was lovely.

Today is my last day of several I've had off from work.  I feel genuinely refreshed and content, and I'm trying to focus on strategies that will allow me to maintain that for as long as possible.  Any suggestions would be very much appreciated.

For now, I'm going to spend a couple hours knitting the sweater-to-be above while watching Sunday morning political shows and sipping a mug of hot coffee.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Feminism ain't easy: standing up to double standards

"Girls aren't good at math."

The overwhelming majority of people I interact with would find that to be a ridiculous and inappropriate statement. Some girls and women excel at all things mathematical while others struggle with varying success, just like other endeavors. The assumption that because a person is female, she must not have the mathematical aptitude of her male peers is, thankfully, not something I encounter often from people I talk to on a regular basis.

It's interesting, then, that I do hear things like these:

"Guys don't have feelings."

"Boys are slobs."

"Pfft, men only half listen when you talk to them."

And nobody really bats an eye. Except for a couple weeks ago, when I did. I tried to be polite about it, but it still felt a little awkward.

Why is it socially acceptable for women to make disparaging generalizations about men, when the reverse -- which, yes, also happens -- usually causes an uproar? It's a double standard, and that's not fair.

More importantly (because sometimes "that's not fair, so do the right thing" can be a tough message to internalize) disparaging men based on stereotypes won't fix anything. If statements like "men only half listen" stem from women's frustration about behavior of men that they've encountered -- and I suspect that's the case -- I fail to see how generalizations like that do anything to fix it. Chalking frustrating behavior to up "oh, that's just how they are" only perpetuates the problem, right?

Sure, there are plenty of men who aren't good listeners. There are lots of women in that category, too. But if it's generally accepted that men aren't good listeners, because oh, you know, that's just how they are... well, guess what? Men who don't listen well will just keep on keepin' on not listening well. That can't be the end goal for women who get upset when the men around them don't pay attention. If there's a wish for men to be better listeners, partners, husbands, and parents (and really, such a wish would be integral to ensuring equal opportunities for men and women, no?) maybe a better way to achieve that goal would be to expect more from them and assume capability, rather than setting bar at the lowest common denominator.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

our street is ready for thanksgiving

No, this isn't the Thinking Post.  I'm still mulling.

I'm also enjoying the wonderfully incongruous place where we live.  500 yards away is a busy road, three gas stations, and an access point to the highway. But 15 yards away? Turkeys. Eleven of them.  We've seen them several times this week, so clearly they live around here.

As long as they don't leave beak-shaped dents in our cars, I'm psyched to have them as neighbors.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Mulling

You ever notice how sometimes a common thread or idea or topic will present itself in various unconnected corners of your life at very nearly the same time?  Or perhaps the various corners of one's life aren't unconnected at all, but that's beside the point (I do love to get sidetracked and express that via parentheses, as you know).

Anyway. I'm taking the universe's hint and mulling over a Thinking Post for later this week.  No yarn or flowers or cute animals.  

I mean, just for the one post.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Soggy Cecil

He hates the rain, but it just might make him cuter.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

It's only cute because I know it isn't poisonous.

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This'll be the last garden post of 2011. I think so, anyway. We still have leeks growing, but those will show up in a cooking post, not a gardening post. A garden version would involve some truly boring pictures. Snoozefest.

Anyway, I had my camera with me in the yard a couple months ago because I'd been taking pictures of whatever flowers were in bloom that day. The universe completely enabled my tendency to be lazy very efficient when making trips back in the house, and rewarded me for still having the camera in the pocket of my jacket when I'd moved on to the weeding of the overgrown vegetable garden* -- I spied a visitor next to one of the raised beds, and it was kind enough to model for me.


Have a good winter, my friend. Please stick around and eat more of our bugs next year -- I suspect there will be plenty to offer.


*For those of you who don't garden or didn't pick up on the context clues here: weeding an overgrown vegetable garden is decidedly not a photographically important pursuit.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

56 Weeks of Cecil

I missed the opportunity for a post with any real fanfare and will thusly have to resort to the anticlimactic: Mr. Cecil's been with us for... more than a year. See, a drumroll would have been ridiculous there. According to the meet-our-new-dog post from last year, we officially got him on October 8th. Oh well. It's not like we would have baked him a cake or anything had we been more on top of things.

One of the absolute best new skills he's learned lately is the ability to go to off-leash dog parks and not run off into the sunset/after a squirrel/into traffic. Well, honestly, I suspect he's had this skill for a while now, but what's happened recently is that we've had the courage to let him go off-leash and trust him to be a good puppy. Fueled by our own paranoia, we've spent the past year carting around a 50-foot leash on all his adventures to give him the feeling of freedom while still giving us humans a sense of security. Couple that with a plastic baggie full of scraps of american cheese and salami, to be meticulously and consistently deployed when someone's little canine legs carry him back to us, and we've managed to hoodwink him into thinking that it's the best thing EVER to stick with us.

That's him. The fact that he somehow gets the concept of trails mystifies and amuses me.


There's also the convenient part about him being a teensy bit afraid of the whole world, which I suspect keeps him from wandering too far. But also the salami.

Anyway. Being able to let him run and explore and smell the smells and meet other puppies (see? they're not scary!) has been such a turning point. He's gaining confidence, which makes him less likely to have a meltdown on a structured walk when he sees a cat or another dog, and we're feeling better by seeing him make a lot of great progress. All that, PLUS, we don't have to do any fancy double-dutch footwork to keep from being taken out at the ankles by a bright orange leash if he starts running at full tilt. Win, win, win.

His favorite part is always smelling the smells.


This weekend, we spent an hour wandering around a dog park a couple miles from our house. No fences, no leashes. Just acres and acres of trails and fields and a pond. So much to sniff.


One of my other favorite things about Mr. Cecil? He had no interest whatsoever in swimming in that pond. We are so. darn. lucky.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Boring Beer, Just the Way We Like It.

We just sampled our latest batch of homebrewed beer, a caramel apple dortmunder.  The dortmunder is from a kit; The Awesome Husband added apples and, um, special kinds of malts? I think? to achieve a caramel-ish effect.

It's pretty good.  There's a noticeable but not overpowering apple flavor, and  perhaps not as much caramel flavor as I'd like (but then I do love me some caramel so I might not be the best person to judge).

The best part by far is the fact that opening the bottles has been uneventful and catastrophe-free.  We thoroughly enjoyed seeing geysers in Iceland but we don't need them in our kitchen.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

not a sweater

I made mittens, you guys! 

It took about a weekend's worth of knitting, and while I won't be abandoning my beloved sweaters any time soon, I will say it was nice to have a finished product in (and on!) my hands so quickly. 

They're not that warm, though, and that's really the point of mittens, so I might try felting them to see if they get less drafty without getting too small to wear.  It's worth a shot, right?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Cozy Day

Moxie has the right idea.  I walked into the living room this morning and found her just like this, all ensconced in her cushion and blanket cave.

It did indeed snow this weekend, so it's a good thing I saved those raspberries. We also lost power in the middle of the night. I'm told there were flashes of light and popping sounds when a few misfit branches, weighted down with snow, fell on the power lines outside our window. I was sound asleep and blissfully unaware.

We were all geared up for an adventure day (complete with coffee made over a camp stove!), but the fridge whirred back to life at about 10:30. 

That's ok.  An adventure day with a football game is fun too.  And the furnace is working again, so Moxie can go back to her regular perch on the back of the couch, blanket-free.

Friday, October 28, 2011

From the garden: golden raspberries

We're supposed to get 3 to 6 inches of snow tonight.  Snow, people.  Snow. In October.

I figured I'd salvage the last one or two golden raspberries from the garden, to freeze and then toss in a bag with the others we've picked since August.  Freezing them in the freezer is of course preferable to freezing them inadvertently on the vine.  The plants apparently didn't get the memo about it being decidedly not ripening weather these days, because a whole slew of them were ready and just begging to be saved.

In related news: what does one do with about a cup and a half of frozen golden raspberries?  It's not nearly enough to make jam, but they're already frozen, so not great for putting on cereal or the like.

Any ideas?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

we're ready for shoveling season now

How awesome is The Awesome Husband? He patched and sealed the driveway -- and did a fantastic job -- kind of awesome.

I don't have pictures of the finished product because it's raining and, honestly, it just looks like a new driveway. Pictures of a looks-like-new driveway aren't exciting. *Having* a looks-like-new driveway is exciting, but the pictures would be boring.

Shots of the patching materials, though, now that's a whole other story. More fun than a barrel of monkeys, amiright?







(I'd just like to point out that the blindingly yellow shed in that middle photos isn't ours. The one with the metal eagle on the door? Yep. Ours. But not ol' lemony fresh over there.)

Friday, October 14, 2011

time warp

Is it weird to do a more thoughtful, introspective blog post on a Friday afternoon? It feels out of place when the rest of the internet is all "gah, I can't think anymore. here, look at this picture of a kitten in a hat!"

For a while now I've been trying to figure out why The Awesome Husband and I never seem to have enough time. We don't see friends and family as often as we like because we're constantly feeling like any precious free time needs to be spent decompressing and de-stressing. It's especially perplexing because we don't have children to look after (the pup is a lot of work, but I'm sure kidlets are a whole other ballgame), and The Awesome Husband isn't currently working 40 hours most weeks. Running the household should not be this hard.

I had an epiphany, though, as I was feeding boneless pork chops through a food mill to be ground up and turned into filling for baked egg rolls. In one sense, we live as though it's 1954. Obviously, I don't mean that our lives are 1954-esque in the sense of a wife maintaining the home while her husband goes off to work. Around here, the reverse if the norm more often than not. And I definitely don't mean it in the sense of getting all dressed up for dusting, because really, who dusts these days?

We tend to be a bit retro, though, when it comes to how we get things accomplished around the house. We try to live in accordance with our values (frugal/healthy/environmentally sustainable), so we do things like dry our laundry outside in the summer, reserving the dryer for rainy or cold weather. We grow a lot of our own vegetables, watering the garden from a rain barrel rather than a hose hooked up to the water supply. We make pretty much all of our own food -- not to the level of churning our own butter or anything, but we certainly don't buy a lot of processed or otherwise "convenient" foods (sliced bread, bran cereal, and granola bars are about the extent of it in a normal week). There's never been a dishwasher in our kitchen, and when our microwave died a couple years ago, we purposefully never replaced it.

For the most part these are all things we do happily and by design.* We don't really take anything to the point where it becomes unpleasant. I mean, if the tomato plants have a bad year, we just go out and buy tomatoes at the store. We're lucky like that. But there's nothing like a salad made entirely out of vegetables that you grew -- or our really low utility bills, for that matter.

The catch, though, is that a lot of this stuff takes extra time. Science and technology as a sociological catalyst, allowing households to run more efficiently and thus freeing up time for both spouses to work: that's great in theory, unless you opt out of many of those time-saving advances. And when one spouse works part time while the other works more than 40 hours a week, it's essentially the equivalent of having both people working, which of course is the expectation now for households without small children.

I suspect there may not be an actual solution here. I mean, there's very little chance that we'll just up and decide to have frozen pizza for dinner every night to save time. No way, no how. I'll have the pesto and spinach stuffed pork chops with bakes sweet potato fries, thankyouverymuch. (Did I forget to mention as one of our core values that we love-love-love good food?)

It is nice, though, to come to this realization that we're tired and we don't have as much time as we'd like because we're living the lives we want to live. It's so much better than thinking "what is WRONG with us?"



*The exception? Dishes. Oh man, the dishes. We would install a dishwasher in a heartbeat if we could.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

he's such a good sport


It's been ages since I've posted anything about knitting, eh? For much of the summer, I was working on a sweater for The Awesome Husband as an anniversary gift. I wanted it to be a surprise so I didn't blog about it, obviously, and I didn't work on it when he was in the house. I learned something this summer: he and I don't spend a whole lot of time apart from each other when I'm not working. Certainly not enough time to knit a sweater in less than two months, anyway. So it wasn't ready on time, and -- Awesome Husband that he is -- he didn't make me feel bad about it.

He was also awesome enough to let me take a few pictures now that it's finally complete and wearable.


For those of you who still check in hoping for some knitting chatter, I used a pattern called Joukahainen. The ravelry page is here. You don't need to be a ravelry member to see the pattern here.

... But you do need to know Finnish.

Friday, October 7, 2011

the holy grail of lazy gardening

So I'm a lazy gardener. All other things being equal, I prefer to grow perennial flowers that I won't have to plant each year. I'll make more of an effort for vegetables because there's a tangible benefit involved (yes, I think of edible food as a more valid benefit than "oh, those flowers are pretty"), but I still prefer things that can be planted directly in the ground with no need for transplanting or otherwise fussing. Don't get me wrong, I definitely enjoy gardening. I find weeding to be oddly calming. I just prefer to get as much benefit for my work as possible.

This year, we had something in the garden that's even better, even lower maintenance than tossing seeds on the ground, watering, and waiting: a volunteer cherry tomato plant.

This thing grew in the flower garden on its own. We didn't plant it, we didn't plan for it, and we certainly didn't put in any effort for it. All we did was put some compost aound the asparagus (yes, the asparagus lives in the flower garden -- it's a perennial, so it doesn't live in the raised beds with the other veggies), and this cherry tomato plant was so determined that it presumably grew from a stray seed that hadn't decomposed.

A plant that provides edible food without a speck of effort required on my part is my kind of plant.

And as a bonus, it's pretty cute:

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

fall has arrived

Guess how I know?  When I got home from work today, Mr. Cecil and The Awesome Husband were getting home from their afternoon walk, and both of them were wearing a coat.

Sadly, one of them was moving around too much to get a better picture than this. 

The Awesome Husband really needs to learn how to calm down...

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I'm a shining star.

I've had sort of a perfect storm of stress going on recently - nothing insurmountable or even very difficult in the grand scheme of things, but enough to take the wind out of my sails a bit.

- I injured my foot a month ago, and while it's almost completely better, I haven't been able to go running since the beginning of September.  I could have done strength or core work instead, but I didn't.   Whoops.

- The Awesome Husband has been going to work several days a week.  I'm PSYCHED for him and for our bank account, but the transition is unpleasant.  Change isn't always fun, especially when that change is "and now you have to get up at 5:30 in the morning, potentially to wash dishes."

- My own work situation is stressful.  I like the people I work with, but the nature of the work can be frustrating. 

-Cecil reminds us often that, while he's making progress, he's still a pretty neurotic puppy.  I have to make an effort to remain calm when I'm around him so he doesn't perceive my angst as a sign that he should be concerned and, for example, start barking because -- alert the media! -- there's another dog outside.  It's exhausting and, in light of the above, not always doable.  He's a very good dog. We just want to help him be a better and happier dog, and there have been steps backward.

- I'm not sleeping very well.  Because, of course, insomnia on top of all this is just what I need.

So I've been in a bit of a funk. 

And you know what that calls for? A little Earth Wind & Fire Pandora station. Funk to help with the funk.

Oh yeah.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Garden Tour: get thee to Two Become One

Hi folks! I'm guest posting for Samantha over at Two Become Onetoday.

Go check out the flower garden tour I wrote up, and then take a look around while you're there. She's actually good at decorating the *inside* of her house. My eyes, they are green with envy.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

in bloom: sedum

There's only one item in the front flower garden that's remaining from the days of the house's prior owner. We've been taking out various overgrown shrubs bit by bit as new plants have gone in. The last of the evictees, the azaleas, got the boot a few weeks ago.

The one holdover we've permitted to stay is the sedum. It takes zero effort from us to look good, and it flowers at the end of the summer, when the irises are long gone and even the anemones are petering out. I think it's pretty cool, too, that it's a succulent but still manages to survive as a perennial as far north as we are.





Friday, September 23, 2011

Best Ever Broccoli


No, we didn't grow this. Broccoli takes up a lot of space, and so far things in that category (see also, zucchini) haven't proven their worth of real estate in the garden.

It ended up being one of the best side dishes we've made in quite a while, though, so clearly grocery store produce can be pretty good.

Oven Roasted Broccoli
Broccoli, cut into spears
Olive oil
Rice vinegar
Garlic powder
Cumin

There are no quantities because it really, for sure, I promise, doesn't matter. This will taste good. I washed and drained the broccoli, then drizzled olive oil over it and tossed to coat. Then I drizzled some rice vinegar over it and tossed again. After that, I spread the broccoli out on a couple of cookie sheets and shook the garlic powder and cumin over it all. It went into a 375 degree oven (because that was the temperature for the chicken The Awesome Husband was making), and I flipped all the pieces when they had browned on the bottom.

Cook until it's done. For me, that means there's still a bit of crunch in the stems. For you, that might mean until it's solidly cooked through.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

in bloom: marigolds

I bought marigold seeds intending to plant them in and around the vegetable garden because they smell strongly and (supposedly) ward off critters. You know, things like cute little bunnies that seem precious and delightful until they eat all your lettuce in the span of three hours. We put up fencing around the veggies, though, so there hasn't been a need to employ marigolds as an anti-bunny force. Rather than let them go to waste (anything but that!), I planted some in the front flower garden and some in a little patch of questionable dirt -- sand, really -- at the end of our driveway.

Now, I'll give marigolds this: they're not kiddin' around. They germinated in that patch of sand and grew themselves a foot and a half tall. Everyone has their limits, though, and actually flowering when grown in sand is apparently too much to ask of marigolds. We have a rather bizarre looking plant all by its lonesome at the end of the driveway now. No pictures. Trust me, you're not missing much.

Not surprisingly, the ones I planted in actual soil with compost have done much better.





Monday, September 19, 2011

recipe card: easiest, tastiest pork

We don't give a recipe card to just any old list of ingredients, no sir.  It has to be something we're rather impressed by and want to be able to recreate.  I could certainly make this again without referring back to my notes, but the other purpose served by the recipe cards is to remind us to repeat dinners in the first place.  If we're stumped for ideas, sometimes we'll flip through the cards and get re-inspired by something we'd completely forgotten about. 

We can't forget about this one.  It would be a travesty. So easy. So delicious.

Easiest, Tastiest Pork Chops
- fresh basil (I used 15 large leaves), chopped
- garlic (I used 4 cloves), minced
- juice of one lime (lemon would work also)
- pork chops (I used 5 or 6 of the really thinly cut type because they were on sale)

Put everything in a bowl and toss to coat the pork.  Let it sit for at least 20 minutes.  Heat a skillet over medium-high heat.  Place the pork in the skillet - if there's no sizzling sound, the skillet isn't hot enough.  Cook until it starts to brown, then flip and reduce heat to just under medium.  Depending on how thick the pork chops are, it could be another 2 to 10 (I'm guessing) minutes.  When the chops feel less wiggly when you stab 'em with a fork, you can remove one to a plate and cut to the center to see if the pink is gone.

And that's it! Enjoy!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

An Open Letter to the Governor

Dear Governor LePage,

I'll put this out there at the beginning: I didn't vote for you. I don't agree with your political stance on many issues (a notable exception, though, and credit where it's due: thank you for addressing the issue of domestic violence). Despite our many ideological differences, you are my governor and you are entitled to my respect as an elected official; my hope is that you will behave in a manner that earns respect as well.

I was disheartened to hear recently that you chose not to attend a meeting of the National Governors Association (NGA). Certainly, I understand that scheduling conflicts occur, and that one cannot attend all the events and conferences that are available to position our state for future success. What disappoints me is the reason you cited for choosing to attend the annual Potato Blossom Festival in Aroostook County instead of a meeting with your peers: you said "it's non-partisan and that's a problem, because it's gridlock. Everybody is divided and we can't get anything done." I also heard some of your remarks in a radio piece on the subject. I couldn't find a transcript of that statement, but I do recall that you cited what you view as a "politically correct" atmosphere at NGA events, and you feel you "don't belong" within that context. The radio piece also indicated that you've found attendance at Republican Governors Association events to be more productive.

Governor LePage, much like I recognize the need to maintain respect for you despite the disagreements I may have with your positions, I do wish that you would recognize that you govern all Mainers -- those who voted for you and continue to agree with you, and those who did and do not. To that end, perhaps you could consider attending nonpartisan events and trying to work with those who hold viewpoints across the political spectrum in our country. Engaging in productive conversation with governors of other states -- particularly those governors with whom you disagree -- might go a long way toward conveying a sense that you understand your role as governor of all of us Mainers, and toward earning the respect I referred to above. If you feel as though NGA events involve too much gridlock, may I recommend that you attend and try to be part of a solution? If you don't feel comfortable communicating your viewpoints in a logical, reasoned manner (which I assume you meant when you said you "don't belong" where there's so much "political correctness") I would respectfully suggest that you may be in the wrong line of work.

If the current state of the national political arena has told us anything, hasn't it told us that the country is yearning for and truly needs more discussion and collaboration across party lines, not less? I fail to see how retreating to the comfort of engaging with only those who share our opinions, tempting as it may be, will allow us to solve the challenges we face.

Skipping the NGA event serves as an example, but I implore you to re-examine your approach overall. Please reach out to and work together with people and groups of varying political perspectives. It is, in my opinion, an important part of the job you signed up for: governing all Mainers.




*Anyone wishing to share their opinion respectfully and without hostility is welcome to do so. Obviously, anyone in that other disrespectful and hostile camp is not.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

last weekend was 99% fantastic

If you ignore the part about the foot injury, I had a pretty great few days last weekend. One of my dearest friends (she doesn't have a blog, but you can go read about another time when I talked about her) got married. This is the friend with the fiesta-themed shower a couple weeks ago.

It was really fun getting to watch someone else go through the whole actually-getting-married process almost exactly a year after having done so myself. For one thing, the rehearsal on Friday was a decidedly lower-stakes event, that's for sure. The rehearsal dinner they hosted -- 20 of us around a hibachi table! there was drumming! -- was pretty much the polar opposite of what we chose to do -- drinks and mingling over hors d'oeuvres before dinner -- but it was great to see how each approach was ridiculously fun in an entirely different way.


Saturday was an absolute hoot, wherein I poured mimosas (a calming elixir, don'tcha know) and took care of random odds and ends. Walking down the aisle of a church knowing everyone was craning to see past me, not bothering very much to look at me, was pretty awesome too.


One thing was definitely more difficult, though. The toast. Good lord, the toast. I gained an entirely new level of appreciation and admiration for my friend sitting next to me in her white dress, recalling how eloquently she spoke about me last year when the shoe was on the other foot. My voice wavered and my eyes watered and I got through about half of what I intended to say about her and her husband (HUSBAND!) before I cut my losses, asked everyone to raise their glasses with me, and wished the happy couple years and years of the joy together that they so richly deserve.


The Awesome Husband and I twirled and spun on an empty dance floor when the song we'd used for our first dance was played, commenting to each other how much more enjoyable that was without the pressure of all our loved ones staring at us. Later in the evening, the song we'd used as a processional wafted out of the DJ's speakers; I sobbed uncontrollable tears of a thousand different emotions into my husband's tie (the first few bars might always do that to me), and thankfully I think nobody else in the room noticed.

Crying-in-public aside, though, the wedding of one of your favorite people in the whole wide world is pretty much the most fun day you can have without actually getting married yourself.

Oh, and bonus: if anyone wants to invite me to a swanky holiday party this year, I'm set, because the bridesmaid's dress she chose was a super fun black cocktail number. (See, I toldja she's pretty awesome.)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Really, now, are we surprised?

Last year I ran my first (and only) 10k.  It took me an hour and 13 minutes; I was pleased to've finished, but wished I'd done better.  Perhaps I would have if I'd trained more, but, well, wedding planning and all that...

I signed up for the same event again this year, and it's happening this Sunday.  I've been determined to train! And improve my time! Yes!  I was doing ok - stressing about whether I was really doing *enough* but at least doing something - up until this past weekend, when tragedy struck.*

I stumbled over my own foot (and a poorly marked step, but it's funnier to say I tripped on myself).  I soldiered on through some pain for several hours, and the next day I had difficulty walking.  It's been improving steadily since, but it's still anyone's guess whether I'll be able to run on Sunday, not to mention any more training runs this week.

Based on the fact that my left ankle is still swollen to roughly twice the size of the right one, I'd say it isn't looking too good.


*I should say, too, that the weekend was lovely, for reasons I'll explain later.

Friday, September 9, 2011

It's a cape! It's a shirt! ...It's the swiss cheese blanket!

Have I told you about Mr. Cecil's swiss cheese blanket? It used to be in the shape of a rectangle but is now riddled with holes due to Cecil's determination to get his recommended daily allowance of patterned blue fleece. Thankfully he sees no need to ingest particles of any of our other textiles.

Anyway, this thing is permanently covered with dog hair. Seriously. Washing it doesn't help. Vacuuming it is futile. But he, of course, loves it. He pulls it out of his crate every morning, sometimes shakes it around (and oh, the cloud of hair that's unleashed....), and spends a good part of each day gnawing away at it.

The other day, The Awesome Husband draped the blanket over Cecil like a cape. I don't have to tell you how entertaining that was, do I? I wasn't quick enough to get any really good pictures of the blanket-cape, but I did manage to capture when Cecil had subsequently rolled himself up in it. If you'll notice the shots where one of his paws has a piece of blanket draped over it? That's where he'd managed to put one of his front legs through one of the holes. Like a shirt.





Mmm, fleece. Tasty, tasty fleece.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

anniversary mini-vacation: castine

The Awesome Husband and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary the other day (as I'm sure you could tell). I had vague plans to write up a post about marriage and teamwork and challenges and successes, but nope, you're getting a travel post. We went to Castine, Maine, an adorable seaside town, for a 24-hour mini-vacation.

We stayed at the Manor Inn, which was lovely and which we would absolutely recommend.







Breakfast at the Manor Inn was particularly delightful. Pecan waffles with fresh berries. Too delicious to be photographed.



We got spiffed up and went out for dinner:



Yes, there was food. No, we did not have only beer for dinner.


And we wandered around, admiring pretty buildings and historic sites:









So fun, so relaxing, so well-timed. Three cheers for Castine!