Monthly Archives: February 2008

Still Waters

You know how when you were little and your mother or grandmother would tell you “if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all”?

Yeah … that.

I have a bunch of books I want to review for the blog, and family updates and pictures to post, and at some point there will be bloggy goodness, but right now my Zoloft seems to be set on “maybe you can sleep tonight” rather than “revert to perky ol’ self” so y’all please forgive me if it’s a little taciturn around these parts for a while.

Random Tidbits

I got nothin’. The sickness is past, thank goodness, and we are back to being rascally toddlers again. I’m trying to get some writing done. Emphasis on “trying.” I enjoyed the Oscars. Aaaaaand … yeah. That’s all I got. But here, watch this:

And then you might want to get one of these.

Also, Emma Thompson is such a fucking GODDESS.

Malaise

We have an extremely sick, extremely pathetic little Hatchling in our house. We’re pretty sure it’s the flu: high fever, vomiting, lethargy, no appetite, etc. Also, which is fun for everyone, really disturbed sleep. We spent the entire day sitting on the sofa, covered by blankets, watching Sesame Street and The Upside Down Show. Of which I believe I have now seen all the episodes. Whenever I had to get up to answer the phone, or get something to drink, or pee or whatever, she moaned and whimpered until I came back. I even had to put her to bed tonight, which is normally Mr. Squab’s job, because she would not be separated from my side. Pray to whatever gods you believe in that Mr. Squab and I don’t catch what she’s got.

Sunday Recipe Blogging

I was kind of a slacker in the domestic department this week, so yesterday I thought I’d better make an especially good dinner. We had some beef that needed cooking, so I decided to make BBQ beef with cornbread and spinach greens – a good southern meal. I used my mother-in-law’s barbecue recipe with some tweaks of my own, and I must say the whole meal was freaking YUM. Here are the recipes.

BBQ Beef
3 lbs. stew beef
3-4 slices of bacon
1 onion, diced
1 c. ketchup
1 c. water
2 T. brown sugar
2 T. apple cider vinegar
1 t. mustard
3 T. Worcestershire sauce
1/2 c. celery, diced

Put bacon and onions in large frying pan over medium heat. Saute until onions are transparent, about 5 minutes. Add beef and saute until brown on all sides (it does not need to be cooked through). Turn off heat and let pan cool slightly. Add all other ingredients to a large crock pot, and stir to blend. Add meat, bacon, onions and juices to BBQ sauce and turn crock pot to high. Once sauce is bubbling, turn crock pot to low, and let cook for at least 5 hours (or as long as 8 hours). Savor the barbecue-y goodness.

Southern-style spinach
In medium sauce pan, bring 2 c. water, 1 t. salt, and 1 strip bacon to boil. Add large package of chopped frozen spinach. When water returns to boil, turn heat down to lowest setting and let simmer for 2-3 hours. Drain before serving or use slotted spoon.

Cornful Cornbread
1 1/4 c. all-purpose flour
3/4 c. cornmeal
1/2 c. sugar
2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
1/4 c. oil
1/2 c. milk
1 egg, beaten
1 can corn, drained

Heat oven to 400 degrees fahrenheit. Grease 8 or 9 inch pan. Mix together dry ingredients. In separate bowl, beat egg, then blend in other wet ingredients. Add wet ingredients and corn to dry ingredients and stir just until moistened. Pour into pan and bake for 30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Serve hot, with butter, and don’t forget to sop up the leftover BBQ sauce.

Mmmmmm.

Weekly Index

Number of hours spent “writing” this week: 8
Portion of that time during which anything actually got done: too small to measure
Percentage of writing time that I felt like banging my head against a hard surface: 100
Ratio of naps taken to days of the week: 1:1
Days during which my nap times could have been more profitably spent: all of them
Bitchiness level, on a scale of 1-10: 10
Self-esteem level: -2
Ability to channel Scarlett O’Hara (tomorrow is another day): waning

So … that’s why blogging was sporadic this week. On the positive side, I made a fan-fucking-tastic dinner tonight. So at least I can still cook.

Wuv.

Happy V-day, everyone. Remember: you get chocolate even if you don’t have a valentine.

So. Awesome.

OK, this has already been posted everywhere, but on the off-chance that you haven’t seen it yet, SEE IT NOW:

(If you haven’t seen the Obama video of which this is a spoof, you can watch that here.)

Back to the grindstone

Well, that was a lovely little break. Of course, we picked one of the coldest weekends of the year to go up to a cabin in the northernmost part of Minnesota. (It was below zero pretty much the whole time, and as we were packing up to go on Sunday the temperature was around -20. That’s NOT including windchill.) I slept in head-to-toe polar fleece underneath 5 blankets and a down comforter, and the thermostat had a hard time keeping up with the blizzard-level winds coming through the chinks in the walls. But it didn’t matter. We kept cozy with a fire going in the fireplace and the wood stove, and talked and listened to cheesy 80s music, and danced tipsily around the living room, and read trashy novels and even trashier magazines, and drank wine and ate junkfood and just generally caroused. You know, there aren’t many people with whom I’d want to be stuck in a remote cabin in the woods for 48+ hours. But – surprisingly – these three women make the cut. I say “surprisingly” because I’m not sure any of us would have predicted, four years ago, that we’d keep up this yearly tradition. We all used to work at the same corporation (only one of us is still there) and were drawn together by a variety of experiences. We’ve kept in touch over the years, but it’s not like we see each other often – in fact, I hadn’t seen one of the group for nearly a year. And we’re all very different personalities, with strong opinions that we’re not afraid of expressing. I imagine someone looking at us from the outside wouldn’t guess that we’re well suited to spend isolated weekends together. But we really are: we never run out of things to talk about; we can get into arguments without anyone taking it personally; we’re all good at sharing the cooking and cleaning chores; and we can all let each other be when needed. And (perhaps more importantly) we’re also damned interesting, witty, fun and nice. This is our third year of having a “retreat” (we skipped last year because of scheduling and babies) and it’s an emerging tradition that I really hope lasts as long as we can manage it. Because friends like that are rare finds.

Gone Fishin’

This afternoon I am heading up north with three girlfriends to spend the weekend at a lake cabin. I will eat food without having to share it, read non-board books, drink liquor, and swear a lot. It will be grand. Please send loving thoughts to Mr. Squab, who is staying home with the Hatchling. Have a good weekend!

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