Monthly Archives: October 2010

Tuesday Tidbits

After months of letting my hair grow, I chopped it off last night.  I tried a new stylist that I found on Yelp who was close to my house and after a year of fruitless searching, I think I’ve found The Guy that will make my hair related dreams come true.

I like that he didn’t laugh me out the door when I walked in with a pony tail showing off my inch long roots and he talked to me a good 20 minutes about his vision for my hair which was great because my vision was somewhat clouded by the brown helmet I’d been staring at for the past six months.

More importantly, he talked me out of going back to bangs because he said I was so very close to completely growing them out and it would have been a wasted effort if I cut them back in.

He gets me.

I’m so going back.

Anyway, I’d post a picture of my hair with which I’m very happy but I forgot to take a picture before I left the salon (it had great lighting) and now I’ve slept on it and have bed head so I won’t be posting anything until I’ve showered.

Local friends, his name is Scott at Warren Scott Salon.

And when you see me, don’t let my inability to blow dry it like he did sway your judgement.

Speaking of running (we weren’t, but I needed a segue because I’m determined not to make a numbered list today), I went to Raleigh Running Outfitters yesterday to buy a Strassburg Sock because I have plantar fasciitis stemming from wearing really bad shoes for an extended period of time and it still hasn’t gone away.


Isn’t that the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen?  I came in last night after my hair appointment looking all cute and then crawled into bed wearing those socks and Mr. CPQ said “The top half of you says ‘Sassy’ but the bottom half says ‘I’ve given up.'”

I smacked him.

Have a nice day.

Monday Musings

It would have been nice of Mr. CPQ to tell me that I needed to see our agent this week to get a blood test in preparation for renewing my life insurance policy BEFORE I spent the weekend eating ribs and cheesecake.

Have a nice day.


 

Prawn Stars

Heather called me yesterday and said “Hey, today’s Harvest Day at the prawn farm.  You wanna’ go?”

I’d never been to a shrimp farm and thought that would be a fun thing to do so we piled in the car with her ferals and drove 45 minutes out to the middle of nowhere to find this place that she’d read about in the paper.

What we didn’t realize was that we weren’t actually going to the farm  but to the farmer’s house to pick up the shrimp that he had already harvested and was storing in large plastic ice-filled swimming pools in his front yard.

And guarded by the pit bull running loose.

Cause nothing says sanitary like having a dog run around raw seafood sitting out in the sun.

And so we got out of the car and wandered into his yard and picked up the shrimp that we weren’t quite sure if they were dead or alive, made pleasant talk with the farmer as he poured a bucket of crustaceans on the grill and stood very still while the pit bull sniffed Squishy Baby’s toes.

And then we went back to Heather’s house and she said, “Do YOU know how to clean a prawn?”  and of course I didn’t because my shrimp comes frozen in a two-pound bag from Costco but I was not to be deterred and told her, “That’s what we have Youtube for.”

Grammar snobs, please ignore my ending a sentence with a preposition.

The Youtube instructions told me to pull the head off the body but that would have required me touching the shrimp and I wasn’t sure it was dead dead and I was feeling a little squeamish about pulling off his head while the eyes were still attached so I chopped off the head with a knife.

From three feet away.

And then I realized I was going to lose way too much meat that way so I faced my fears and just ripped the head off the next one and it wasn’t so bad after that.

Heather had the willies and didn’t want to look at them anymore gave me the shrimp heads to take home and I made six quarts of shrimp stock from them.

And had fun scaring the boys by chasing them through the house with shrimp heads in my hands.

Have a nice day.


In which I undertake a new endeavor

I don’t know why they called it the 600 yard “dash”.  That certainly would NOT be the way bystanders would describe me running the timed trial held every quarter at boarding school as part of our PE grade.

I dreaded 600 yard dash day.

I had nightmares about it.

I feigned illness, couldn’t find my socks, developed mysterious medical conditions that had heretofore been undiscovered, all in an attempt to not have to run one and half times around the gravel track that encircled the main campus.

And yet the PE teacher heartlessly disregarded my pain and made me do it, every single time.

I should have used Mr. CPQ’s line with him, “Baby, I’m built for looks, not for speed.”

Somehow, I’m thinking that wouldn’t have worked out for me.

He was an evil man.

Flash forward to high school.  I joined the basketball team and started to embrace the concept of exercise and sweat, mainly because of the possibility of owning a WAY COOL letter jacket, and I found I enjoyed the conditioning drills because they involved sprinting followed by periods of rest and allowed me to eat chocolate Ding-Dongs and grape juice for breakfast every day and not gain a single ounce.

All that to say, I have embarked upon a new activity for the express and sole purpose of allowing myself to bake and eat cinnamon rolls for the rest of the fall and winter season and not look like Jabba the Hut when spring comes around next year.

Hold on to your hats because I downloaded a Couch to 5K app last night and I just completed Day 1 of the program.

I KNOW.

I have several friends (Heather, Janet, Tracey, have I missed anyone?) who are currently on a running kick, and I think we all know by now that I am nothing if not a band wagoner and they told me that if they could do it, I could do it because it’s running with frequent breaks so as to not appear like running and thus I am taking them up on their challenge and I am becoming a runner.

Oh, that makes me snicker.

And I’m going to document it here because I’ve learned that there’s no quicker way to kill a commitment than by publicly stating it on my blog.

Have a nice day.

Tuesday Tidbits

I realized after lunch that the lettuce and water thing wasn’t really going to work out for me so I decided to make cinnamon rolls to erase the few remaining vestiges of health  from my life.  I was using PW’s recipe which calls for a quart of whole milk that I didn’t have so I made a quick run to the store to pick it up and set about to scalding the milk and sugar mixture.

Except.

There’s always an except.

In my haste to purchase the milk and get home so that it could scald and be cooling while I picked up the boys from carpool, I didn’t realize that I had grabbed a HALF-GALLON of milk, not a quart, and it wasn’t until I had added the eight cups of flour and still had soup that I realized something was wrong.

At that point I was emotionally committed to the recipe and didn’t want to waste the ingredients I’d already used and so I decided on the fly that I’d just double the recipe.

And let’s not talk about the fact that I had a twenty-five pound bag of flour available for use.

I have a sickness when it comes to keeping a stocked pantry.

I blame my mother.

ANYWAY, the point is, by the time I had twenty cups of flour mixed into the double batch, I had reached the capacity of my largest pot in the kitchen, which is a stock pot.

I decided to refrigerate the dough to make it a little easier to work with and COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE 4 PACKETS OF YEAST that had gone into this little concoction until I heard screaming from the kitchen when the boys opened the door to get a little snack.

I won’t show you the picture of what the fridge looked like after I took the pot out because I tossed my camera as we frantically started scooping gobs of oozing dough from the shelf, the floor, and the cabinet tops.

Nice.

So I decided the dough didn’t need to be refrigerated and started making the rolls right then and there.

And baked them and ate some for testing purposes….

And wrapped them and put them in the freezer so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat the whole lot in one sitting.

And made a mental note to double check my measurements and math before I try this little project again.

Have a nice day.

Monday Musings

It’s the first Monday after 4 days of hedonistic vacation eating so that can only mean one thing.

LETTUCE AND WATER.

We had a great time at Hilton Head and I’d show you all my lovely pictures except for the fact that I forgot to bring a cell phone charger and I only use the camera on my iPhone so just pretend you’re looking at pictures of the sand, the sun, the sea oats, my size 2 tanned-and-toned in my dreams lounging-by-the-pool-with-fruity-umbrella-drinks self and the shrimp po’ boys we ate every single day.

Actually, I have four pictures that I took before the phone conked out on me.  Fellow North and South Carolinians (and anyone who has driven on I-95) might recognize this familiar sight.

That’s right, the sombrero water tower at Pedro’s South of the Border.  I love reading all the signs on our way there.

My favorite one is “You never sausage a place.  You’re always a wiener at Pedro’s”.

Makes me laugh, every time.

You’ll notice the poor picture quality gray overcast skies.  It poured BUCKETS as we were leaving town and flooded half the state and I thought our weekend would be ruined, but we finally drove out from under the cloud by the time we hit the island and the weather was beautiful the entire time.

We’d decided to spend Friday in Savannah and since it was our first time there, we took the trolley tour and saw some beautiful buildings and squares and learned about the book Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil which I have not read but apparently everyone else had because that’s all the tour guide talked about and it seemed to be a pretty big deal.

We hopped off the bus at City Market and wandered down to River Street and spent a few hours browsing shops and the vendor tents that were being set up for a weekend festival.  I ran across a knitter’s tent and I was THIS CLOSE to making off with some funky metallic yarn that I wanted in an “if you buy it the project will come” sort of way, but I restrained myself and have regretted it ever since.

I also regretted not getting this t-shirt.

See the frown?  That’s because I had not fed him yet and he was giving me the “If I don’t eat in the next five minutes I will die” look.  I used my newly installed Yelp app to find Huey’s On the River, a New Orleans style bistro, and the reviews were spot on.  It was delicious.

We bought dessert pralines at River Street Sweets and they were gone before we hit the sidewalk.

On the agenda this week?  Replicating them.

Which will seriously complicate matters for my new lettuce and water diet.

Saturday’s plan was to stay comfortably seated in a beach chair and only leave for sustenance. Whimzie gave me her copy of The Pillars of the Earth which I began reading at 9:30 in the morning and did not put down until it was finished.  My eyes are still a little buggy from all the fine print but it was blissful time soaking up some extra sun while getting lost in the carnage of the Middle Ages.

We drove back on Sunday and made it home by 2:00 and relieved some weary grandparents and hugged some very excited children who were anxious to see what we had brought home for them.

Answer?  Whatever we could find at the truck stop on I-95 in Florence.

And a good time was had by all.

Have a nice day.