I Will Take Ecuador Please

I did dishes today for longer than I ever like doing them. I guess that means it was longer than say, 60 seconds. Anyhow, my hands get all dried out and crack and bleed in the winter. Dishes do not help my winter hands. I really need summer! Or Ecuador, I could take Ecuador, I already speak the language.

On another note, tomorrow is a Christmas party at Jacob’s uncle Kevin’s ward/church. He invited us to come and make some goodies to share. We like Kevin and we like goodies, and we like to make stuff, so this was a nice combination. We had seen in a store “Snowman Hats” for about $10/dozen. It was a sandwich cookie and a marshmallow covered in brown candy coating. Neat idea, ridiculous price. I tried to make them, with Oreos, marshmallows and chocolate. I didn’t quite get it figured out, so we decided to figure something else out tomorrow.

*I am writing this after the fact as though it is current, and pre-dating my post. As it is my site, I reserve the right to do so.

I Hope She Washed Her Hands

I was at WallyWorld this evening looking for treat supplies. I was standing in the cookie aisle trying to decide if what I wanted to do would work better with regular sized oreos, or the minis. I decided on the regular and turned to put the package into my cart when just a few feet away from me I notice a couple college age girls. Normally I wouldn’t even see them, however one of them had her coat pushed aside and her hand clear down her pants scratching her tookus** (aka her butt). Her friend noticed that there was another person in viewing distance and told her to stop. The craziest part, is that the butt scratcher was not a bit embarrassed. I proceeded to the marshmallows and laughed hard.

*I am writing this well after the fact as though it is current, and pre-dating my post. As it is my site, I reserve the right to do so*

** I suppose she could have been adjusting her thong….in any case, she is disgusting!

Left Overs

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The best thing about the feasting holidays is the left over food.  We** made hot browns with Jacob’s family today, it was really good.

We had to go to the*** store to get a few needed items for the hot browns, so while we were there we decided to just price check Christmas trees.  We found one that we can like and the price is not too bad.
*  I am writing this well after the fact as though it is current, and pre-dating my post. As it is my site, I reserve the right to do so.

**  By “we” I mean Jacob.

*** There is more than one store, but really when we say “the store” everybody knows we mean WallyWorld.

What Parenting Book Said That

Jacob and I actually made a menu for the the week and I shopped off the menu. Go us!

While shopping, I saw a mom that was playing with her daughter in the cart. I am guessing the girl to be about 5 years old. They were playing and I thought about how cute it was to see them playing. Right until out of the blue the mom said, “Back off b****!” Now, I thought maybe it was just a slip of the tongue this one time. No, no it was not just one time. I could hear her from 3 and 4 aisles over, and every time she talked to her daughter she called her this name and told her some negative thing about herself. It made me feel bad for the little girl. I have seen in many people with the effects of this kind of talk, and it is not a good outcome.

On a some what funnier side, I saw a woman walking around the store using her cell phone like a walkie-talkie. At one point she said, “Put the cheese down crack-head.” I have no idea of the back story, but it made me laugh, so I wrote it down.

Is She Hiding In the Stinky Closet

Really, I am not quite sure what or where the stinky closet is.

We had our friends, Jason, Jessie and Aiden over to watch Ratatouille and eat supper. We ate breakfast-for-supper with homemade syrup. We had some extra syrup, so we sent some home with them.

While I was crouched down looking for a container (in the lower cabinet), Aiden calls out to me. She wanted to know where I was. One of the other adults told her I was hiding and to look for me, perhaps upstairs. So, up she went. She was calling out to me, and I answered. That may seem counter-productive, but it isn’t. There is a vent between the bedroom and the kitchen, and it sounds like you are in the same room. She was asking if i was in the closet. At some point she said some thing about my being in the stinky closet. I do not know what she means. Our house only has one closet, and that is where we keep clothes. She looked behind the fish tank for me, in the fridge, in the freezer, under the bean bags, and still didn’t find me. I was standing in the shower, we have a sliding door on it. They told her to look in the bathroom, and she did, quickly and did not see me. They told her to look again. The second time, I slid the door open, and she jumped and had a very startled look on her face for a second, and then she had a big smile. Then it was her turn to hide, and then Jacob’s turn.

Thanks for coming over guys, and especially for letting us scare your kid.

A Real Experience

Yesterday five of us went to St. Louis to do some dry packing of a large food order. It was a new experience for me to go do that . Because we have to drive three hours to get there, and it was a pretty big order, we called ahead and had a set time to do this. We arrived a few min early-yay for us! Because we planned it to be able to get out of there by noon. so we could be home by 3. I agreed to feed the missionaries at 5 and Mary had to be back for a wedding at 5:30.

We went inside, visited the ladies room and went into the packing room to discover that some people just walked in ahead of of and they did not have a reservation. That delayed us a bit. When we finally got started on our order it was going pretty well, we were getting the hang of it, and then we notice that the items we are canning are not on our order. We discover that some people from the area stepped in and put their order in the middle of our order and had us canning their food! (Now, before I start sounding uncharitable, I really was having a good time, but they were not really doing any of the work for their order.) They filled their order and left, we were back onto our order, for a little while. We noticed that some things we had already done were going through the line again….Some other group showed up and started filling their order in the middle of our line again!

I looked at a clock, and at this point, had we left right then, we would have made it home just in time for me to help Jacob finish cooking. However we still had quite a bit left in our order, and then there is the time it takes to check out. So we made a bit of a stink (to the people who actually work in the store house) about being the only ones who had called ahead, having to drive 3 hours to get home, that a couple of us were late by this point to get to our commitments, and how we were using our time not working on our order. So the guy that works there made it clear that we were already late, and needed to get our order done to the third group that came in while were filling our order, and made it clear that we would finish our order so we could get on the road.

It was after 2:30 by the time we got to leave. I missed supper with the Elders, they were just leaving as I got home. Mary was fashionably late to the wedding.

However, I did learn that if I ever go again, I will make sure I have all day to spend doing the canning, and I will take a face mask to wear cause some of the stuff has lots of dust that gets into the air, and at this time I am coughing so hard it hurts to breath. And I have been drinking lots of liquids trying to get my throat all cleaned out.

Before you all go thinking that I am just a whiny person that won’t help other people, let me state that I would have enjoyed staying all day doing that if I hadn’t made other plans (but, as it were, we barely got to leave when we expected to be able to get home). And (this is the grumpy part of me) I think it was very selfish of people (not just one, but three groups did this, not counting the one that got there just before us making us start late) to come in with out making plans ahead of time, jumping in in the middle of our order-having us can their stuff, and then not stay and help us finish our order when they live in the area, and we had 3 hours left on our trip home.

Now, with the complaining out of the way, here are a few pictures of the trip.

Here is a picture off our group (we are smiling because we haven’t started yet) Mary, Karen, Annette, Mary, and myself in the little box, I was the photographer.

This is a pretty picture of Mary, but the purpose of the shot is how empty the shelving was when we started.

First you take new cans

Place them in tubs to be filled

After filling them, place an oxygen absorber in each can (by the way, it was one of the “cut-in” groups that tried to mix the cans together….I bet you can guess what that did to my OCD*)

Put a lid on it and Seal the can with a big noisy machine

Each can gets a label with the date of packing on it (this is why it is important to keep the same food going with out mixing in a different kind of can) This picture does not do her justice, she is beautiful, but the baggy coat and hair net cover that.

Here are 3 of our carts, yes, we had more that wouldn’t fit in the picture

And the Shelves as we left them

*I have not been diagnosed with OCD, though I wouldn’t be out of the running for it, perhaps I am a Type A personality, nah, probably not.

Allez Cuisine!

Here’s another first: On Saturday, we did our first real paid catering gig (along with my mother and my uncle Kevin – my mother was the head chef). Marcia has worked as a professional chef before (at the Bed&Breakfast she used to manage), but this was my first time in the professional arena. It was the first time doing catering on someone else’s site for both of us. It was a lot of work, but a lot of fun too.

Marcia, Karen, and Jacob

The event was a wedding reception with about 150 guests, with an Italian food/decor theme. The menu was a mix of traditional Italian and non-traditional Italian-inspired food. The entrees were Grilled Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo (traditional), and Inside-Out Ravioli (a non-traditional but very delicious creation of my mother’s). We also did a fruit salad, a chef’s salad, some REALLY good breadsticks, a cheese tray, and a few other tasty morsels. We did not do the wedding cake, though we did provide a chocolate fountain which was a real BLAST, as you will soon see…

Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries

But let’s start with the strawberries – In talking with the mother of the bride, it became apparent that the bride’s favorite treat is chocolate-dipped strawberries. It was decided that we would provide a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries for the bride and groom to enjoy. At first, we were just going to do some simple traditional dips, but then my mother got a crazy idea – and when she gets those ideas, there’s no stopping her. She wanted to use white and dark chocolate (dark in color, not in flavor) to make half of the strawberries look like tuxedos, and then use white to make the other half like like wedding dresses. It took a little bit of [very tasty] experimentation, but when she figured out how to do it, the results were great:

The world's coolest chocolate-dipped strawberries
We offered a few of them to the pastry chef who did the cake to put them on or around the cake if he wanted, and he loved the idea. The rest went on a plate for the bride and groom to share. We also made some more plain dipped strawberries for the rest of the head table to enjoy.

Cake Flower

The pastry chef (who was a friend of the bride’s family and also a wedding guest) had his daughter with him. She was probably 6 or 7 years old. While he was putting the strawberries we gave him on the cake, I was talking to the little girl, who said “my daddy made the cake.”

“It’s pretty,” I responded, “and you can eat everything on it!”

“Not the flowers,” she said.

I went into teacher mode. “I bet you can.”

“No!”

“What kind of flowers are they? Are they carnations?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can eat them. What do you think they taste like?”

She half-shrugged, half rolled her eyes at the idiot who thinks you can eat flowers.

“They taste like pepper.”

She’d had enough. I was clearly insane. She laughed at me, said “Nuh-uh!” and scampered off.

Later, I was lucky enough to serve her her food. I asked if she wanted salt, pepper, or flowers on her pasta. Again, the “for a grown up, you’re really stupid” look.

For the record, you CAN eat carnations, and they DO taste like pepper. Just be careful when you buy them that you get ones grown without any pesticides, because pesticide not only tastes nasty, it’s not very good for you.

Chocolate Fountain of Death

About halfway through dinner, we were all serving or preparing more food, when someone came in, grabbed Kevin, and said “the chocolate fountain is exploding!” We thought that perhaps it had spilled a little, or maybe overheated and ruined the chocolate (it does happen on occasion).

No. This was pretty literal.

A piece of food had fallen into the bottom of the fountain, and worked its way into the auger that moves the chocolate from the bottom to the top. It got stuck inside the auger tube and began acting as a lifting shelf for the auger, so the auger started climbing up the tube – like it was unscrewing itself from the fountain. Once the auger got above the top of the tube, it started flinging chocolate about. To make matters worse, a few moments after that, the whole fountain started to spin about because the movement of the auger had thrown the balance off. Then the rotation caused various pieces to come apart, and very soon the whole thing had come apart, flinging chocolate all over 4 bowls of strawberries, pretzels, and cookies, a white tablecloth, and a surprised little boy.

The fastest way to clean up the mess was simply to clean the fountain, swap the tablecloth for a fresh one (luckily, no chocolate got on the floor or walls), and get things moving again quickly. Kevin put the soiled tablecloth in a freezer so it could be easily cleaned later (you can peel the cold chocolate off of the cloth and have a pretty good chance of saving the tablecloth). After things calmed down and dinner was done, we took a moment to take some pictures of the tablecloth (this is after being frozen):

Kevin and Jacob with the chocolate covered tablecloth
I wish we had gotten some pictures of the little boy who was equally chocolate covered, but he got cleaned up too quickly. Thankfully, the bride and groom and all the guests thought the whole incident was quite funny, and nobody was upset at this minor disaster. I think it’s the only thing that went wrong the whole day (which means my knife skills have improved!).

The Aftermath

In the end, we received many compliments from the guests, and the bridal party (especially the mother of the bride, who hired us) was very pleased. We were happy with a job well done, and a buffet table well-eaten:

The buffet table after the wedding
A number of people asked us if we had a catering company, or if we were available for hire. The four of us have threatened to start a catering business before, but have not actually done so. Perhaps with a little more experience, we would feel comfortable doing that. Only time will tell.

Kentucky Hot Browns

Time for another culinary post… A few days ago we were watching the food network. Specifically, we watched Throwdown with Bobby Flay. This particular episode was all about a dish I’d never heard of – the “Kentucky Hot Brown.”

As we washed the episode and learned about the dish, we both started saying “that sounds really good.” By the end of the show, we had determined to make hot browns.

We went to the store the next day and bought the necessary items, remembering as best we could what was involved on the show (how do you make a Molnay sauce again? Oh yeah, Bechamel + Cheese). We then got fresh tomatoes from the garden, and I set to work:

I put a couple of very thick slices of roasted turkey breast on a thick slice of white bread (crust removed). On top of that went a couple of a tomato slices, sauteed just to the point of charring. Then a very healthy portion of molnay sauce (easy to do: Flour, butter, milk, cheese) slathered all over it. I put it under the broiler for a few minutes, just until the sauce was bubbly and the top golden brown, then put it on plates, topped it off with more of the tomatoes and a couple strips of bacon.

Can you feel your arteries clogging?

The result:

Jacob's Kentucky Hot Browns

This is what each of us ate: a DOUBLE portion of hot browns (really, each of those should be a whole serving), plus some fresh fried zucchini just because it was ripe. It was so tasty that we both ate just about all of it, and with all that turkey and cheese and bacon, sleepiness soon set in and we retired relatively early that night.

The verdict: This one is a keeper. EXCELLENT comfort food that isn’t very hard to do, and tastes GREAT.

I am a Big Slacker – I Mean Packer

We have been in the middle of a move across town. So while I have been packing I have been slacking on this blog site (if only that were the only area in my life). Now that the packing is done perhaps I can keep myself on track with this. We’ll just have to see about that, considering we still have to UNpack.

I have some slide shows I need to show-off, however my computer seems to shut off when I try to render video to a different format now.
More videos to come as soon as possible, but here are some pictures.

Mallory’s Birthday Party:

Every time I turned around this is what I found:

The first slide show is from May, my niece’s (Lydia) birthday at the zoo. For some reason my video editing software hates me and all I could accomplish to add at this time is this video and one of Gavyn playing in the water at the zoo, and an orange baby.

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The next day we went to Lockridge, Iowa to see my Uncle Shannon and his wife Vy:

Noah and his parents Martin and Ashley

Kite Flying Fun with Dan (and Jacob too):

This is really turkey for brains – ground turkey that is. Jacob said it came out of the package that way.

Dave Wetmore was the Grand Marshall for the Macomb Heritage Days Parade! There were two bagpipe bands.

This is “not someone playing with” my camera on 4 July 2007:

cousins

Both of RondaJo’s girls seem to love doing this:

Water time:

The girls made it look so fun, Matt had to give it a try:

Fireworks:

Imagine going on a Youth Conference to serve food, ten years after you graduate high school. Upon arriving and seeing the youth get on the buses, you discover that one of the bus drivers is none other than your high school principal. That is right folks, Bob Bowen is a bus driver for Burlington Trailways:

The first day of this conference was my birthday (12 July – in case you were wondering) and this was the beautiful evening sky we saw:

With all the crazy gas price fluctuations, we all “know” that gas is “cheaper” in Missouri, however while in Kansas City, MO I was surprised to see these prices:

$31-32 for a gallon of gas???

I apologize for such a long entry, and promise there are more videos to come as soon as I get the computer to work with me.