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September 12, 2009

A hot day, a feverish child, and games

The weather was very hot, humid and still yesterday afternoon, so while Adrian napped, Julian and I laid on his bed and played UNO under the ceiling fan. Reminded me of playing Hearts with my family in Florida on the patio when I was a girl. Endless games of backgammon with my mom in between dips in the pool. Playing Skip-Bo and UNO with my grandmother in her kitchen while we drank tea.

We played one practice hand, and then Julian wanted to keep score. I was all for it at first (you know, math teaching opportunity and all), but then he started crushing me.

So then I stopped hinting that he should say "Uno" when he only had one card left and I just started calling him on it and making him take two cards. No more Ms. Nice Mommy, I busted out all my UNO skills. And he still whipped me! Darn 5 year olds. The game is FOR AGE SEVEN AND UP, you aren't even supposed to be playing, much less BEATING YOUR MOTHER, OK?

Around dinnertime Julian started complaining that his eyes hurt. Half an hour later, he felt cold (despite the rest of us feeling hot and sweaty). Uh oh. Gave him a hot bath and put him to bed.

Woke up crying and hysterical an hour later, BURNING with fever, his whole body hurting...eyes, head, legs. Gave him some kids' Motrin and held a cold cloth on my forehead while he sat on my lap and cried. :-(

Dan had the bright idea to play Connect Four with him as a distraction while we waited for the Motrin to kick in. Perfect! He perked right up and sat down to play with Daddy, forgot all about feeling lousy.... Read More

Dan beat him once, then Julian beat him twice in a row. My turn! I beat him the first time, then he beat me the second time with a total surprise move. Dang, I thought I was pretty good at games, but my kid is something else. Huh.

Cuddled him to sleep as his fever subsided, and this morning he seems fine. Fingers crossed! Nothing worse than a sick child.

September 01, 2009

Laura and Marcella

I've been reading "The Essentials of Classic Italian Cooking" by Marcella Hazan. I'd love to do a "Julie and Julia" type project where I cook my way through it, but alas, I probably won't. Not in the next few years anyway. Just no time. Plus I can't imagine giving up tacos, which are my current obsession.

Maybe I can cook my way through it with one recipe a week, or something manageable like that. I'm sure Dan would be thrilled.

I have this loose meal schedule right now:
MONDAY: Homemade pizza
TUESDAY: Tacos
WEDNESDAY: Pasta or noodles
THURSDAY: Crockpot
FRIDAY: Grass-fed beef burgers, homemade fries and salad
SATURDAY: Quiche or Pot Pie
SUNDAY: Roast Chicken and salad

Maybe every Wednesday I'll do a Marcella Hazan menu? Hmmmm, not a bad idea.

Just read this in the pasta section and loved it:

Do not be tempted by one of those awful devices that masticate eggs and flour at one end and extrude a choice of pasta shapes through another end. What emerges is a mucilaginous and totally contemptible product, and moreover, the contraption is an infuriating nuisance to clean.

And no, English is not even her first language. But she does have a Ph.D. in Biology and Natural Sciences. Marcella is FIERCE and fabulous in her geekiness about how these foods should be just so. A little later on, she calls black pasta colored with squid ink "deplorable".

OK, off to make lasagna with some of the fresh goat cheese ricotta that I bought at Harley Farms last week. No, not making a Marcella recipe. This lasagna is not as authentically Italian, and I'm not even making my own fresh lasagna noodles for it (the horror!) but it's still delicious.

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Well, I'm back.

That was rather embarrassing...I got a new laptop and desktop and didn't transfer the link to my blog editor, so I just now dug it off my old laptop and bookmarked it on my new computers.

I've been neglecting this poor blog for some time now. Twitter and Facebook have taken its place, for the most part. But I miss blogging. I miss being able to type out what I really want to say without being cut off after 140 characters. Even on Facebook the length of an allowable comment is ridiculously short.

But the nice thing about Facebook and Twitter is that people actually *read* what I write there, so the discussions are much more interesting. I actually get comments, sometimes quite a lot, and of course, being able to comment on other people's postings is great too. Here I'm a voice in the wilderness. No one ever comments, and it's just me talking. Pretty lonely.

However, one thing that I realized is that everything I write on Twitter and Facebook disappears into a black hole after a certain length of time. I was trying to go back to a conversation that I had with a friend on Facebook just a few months ago, and it was GONE. I went back as far as I could, and then I was told, "You don't have any older posts".

Who knew? I was thinking that I could look back on my archive of Facebook posts and use that as a journal of sorts as time went on. But nope, I've been writing into the wind. It's not searchable, it disappears...what a drag.

When I went camping recently I kept having "status" moments. Nowhere near a computer, no cell reception, and yet every few hours something would trigger a "status message" in my brain. I'd form a little 140 character message describing some interesting little event or emotion, without even trying! Pretty weird.

It kept happening, so I did an experiment. I took out a notebook and wrote down my "status messages" as they popped into my head. Well what do you know, it was pretty cool going old-school and writing down posts on paper. But the words lay dead in my book. No comments, no conversation. It was nice not being limited to a certain number of characters, but I was pondering whether there was any value in my writing, since I was the only one who would ever see it. If a tree falls in the forest...


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