October 2008


At least once a week I cook a vegetarian meal.  As a meat-eater this might SOUND odd- but I do it for a few reasons:  1) we all, Maddie included, enjoy tofu, 2) it’s a relatively inexpensive meal that can be thrown together quickly with pantry ingredients and 3) it’s great for the environment.

Fourteen ounces of organic tofu only costs (at our supermarket) $2.50.  Way cheaper than the same weight in flank or skirt steak.. or even the cheapest cut of chicken!

Last night I had shitake mushrooms on hand- so I googled “tofu shiitake recipe” and this is what I came up with- and it’s definitely a keeper!

Seared Tofu & Mushroom Saute

Ingredients:

  • 6 ounces wide, dried rice noodles (may substitute wheat or egg noodles)
  • 14 ounces firm tofu packed in water, drained and diced into 1/2-inch cubes
  • 2 teaspoons mushroom soy sauce or tamari (I didn’t have on hand so I just doubled the regular soy- I’m sure using tamari would give entire dish more depth of flavor, though)
  • 3 tablespoons naturally brewed soy sauce, such as San-J
  • 2 tablespoons light brown sugar
  • 3 tablespoons chopped garlic
  • 3 tablespoons chopped tarragon (didn’t have fresh tarragon, I used fresh basil- was great)
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste
  • 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 4 teaspoons peanut oil or vegetable oil
  • 3/4 to 1 pound assorted fresh mushrooms, including shiitake, if possible (I used one pack shiitake and one pack crimini)
  • 1/2 cup finely diced shallots (didn’t have shallots, so used white onion chopped very fine)
  • 4 finely slivered scallions, both white and green parts, for garnish (didn’t have)

Directions:

 

In a large pot of boiling salted water, cook the rice noodles until tender, about 4 minutes. Drain, rinse with cold water and set aside.

In a large skillet half-filled with salted water on medium-low heat, gently simmer the tofu for 2 minutes. Using a slotted spoon, transfer the tofu cubes to a colander to drain.

In a small bowl, combine the soy sauces and brown sugar, and set aside.

In a separate small bowl, combine the garlic, tarragon, salt and pepper and set aside.

In a wide nonstick skillet over medium-high heat, heat the peanut or vegetable oil. Add the garlic mixture and cook, about 20 seconds. Add the mushrooms and shallots, stirring often, until the mushrooms are brown and their juices have been released and reabsorbed, about 7 minutes. Add the tofu, the soy-sugar mixture and the cooked noodles, stirring gently to combine until just heated through. Adjust seasonings to taste. Transfer to a platter, garnish with scallions and serve.

I was awoken at 6:00am by a terrific thunder storm.  Loud cracks and bright bolts that lit up our entire bedroom.  The storm was definitely right over our roof.  I was amazed that my daughter wasn’t woken by the storm, that’s how loud it was.  But- then I heard the rain and I thought that I better go downstairs to check the “leak spot”.  

Since we moved in this past June we’ve had leak after leak.  We’ve had people come in and fix, patch, seal, etc., but it seems every time we get a heavy rain, the water finds a way to come in.  The leak is right by Maddie’s toys, so I wanted to get downstairs right away to set up buckets so as not to cause damage to her toy box, or the new wooden kitchen that took John 3 1/2 hours to assemble.  Of course, it was leaking- it was just too hard a rain for it not to.  I set up 2 pots to catch the drips and went upstairs to try and get more sleep.

But of course, I was up… and I started thinking about this night 2 years ago when Maddie was born.  Strangely enough, the weather was very similar.  So similar, in fact, that I remember as we were leaving the house at 1am  to head to the hospital I turned to John and said, “it was a dark and stormy night.”  

Looking back over the past two years it is hard to imagine that it has only been two years and that our life hasn’t always been consumed by a little girl with curly hair and dimples.  What did we DO the 3 1/2 years we were married before having Maddie?  I know I was in b-school, john was working two jobs- and we spent an awful lot of Sunday mornings in bed until 11am (ok- so maybe we both miss that a little bit)…. 

It is amazing, how much we love our little girl- before having her, we didn’t know that type of love, and didn’t know we had it in us.. but it came out the moment she was born (well.. for John- for me, maybe the next day since I was VERY groggy from the c-section).

happy 2nd birthday Madeline Paige- mommy and daddy love you so very much!

 

The weekend is over and the dust just settled on Maddie’s birthday weekend extravaganza.  I can’t say that my house is back to normal (so many toys and gifts to put away still) but we are getting there.  We had a great weekend.  I cannot say enough about the staff at My Gym where we had Maddie’s party for the kiddies on Saturday.  I can’t imagine running a party with 16 kids under 5 is easy- but they made it seem effortless.  We managed to get by the hour and a half with no injuries and all the kids seemed to have a ton of fun.

We served pizza and cupcakes at the party and they were a hit.  I was going to make cupcakes and frosting from scratch- but I figured the kids would be more than happy eating a betty crocker… and they were!  The sweetest part of the whole day was seeing the 16 kids all sitting around a table eating slices of pizza.  It was adorable!  I got to see a lot of friends that I don’t, unfortunately, get to see that often.. and it was awesome to just catch up with everyone. 

On Sunday we had a family party (immediate family, cousins, etc).  It was a little crazy because I only had two hours between coming home from church and the time the party started to sort everything out.  Thankfully, it was brunch- so all that had to be done was make coffee, fruit salad, put out the lox, etc.  It was fun to have everyone in our new place, too!  My cousin Chris made the most amazing bear birthday cake for Maddie- she ate a HUGE piece! 

This morning when Maddie woke up she asked, “sing happy birthday today?”  I suppose that’s the danger of having more than one party, Maddie thinks it is now something to be incorporated into every day life!

I just have to put this out there…. I’m watching CNBC and was stunned to hear that many big name companies are laying of 5%, 10% and even upwards of 25% of their workforce due to the economy.  I’m left scratching my head here because the more people laid off, the worse the economy gets because the less money people have to spend on the “stuff” people “need”.

I remember when I was in business school we talked a lot about Japan and how their companies try their hardest to not lay-off the typical workers.  Normally, they’ll lay off management, but let the little guy keep their job.  Of course, we know in this country the little guy is no one- it’s all about the CEO.

I’m just sad and a little bit fuming…. we haven’t been hit too hard yet, but I’m getting a little scared.

Hold onto your socks!  This weekend is going to be COMPLETELY crazy!  I’m delighted to have my grandma and grandpa up visiting from Florida (I totally melt when Maddie says, “come on great-grandma”… how cute is that) for Maddie’s birthday celebration weekend.

I say weekend, because the festivities are literally stretched over the entire weekend.  A few months ago I blogged how I was having kid birthday anxiety and, somehow, what birthday celebration I planned would some how contribute, either positively or negatively, to the type of person Maddie would grow up to be.  Ridiculous, I know- but I know I’m not the only person that thinks that way.

Scared to have 15 kids running around my house, I decided to have the kid birthday party at My Gym, a kid’s gym that features ball-pits, zip-lines, climbing walls, etc.  I thought this was a good choice for several reasons:  I didn’t have to clean up, I didn’t have to worry about weather, and I didn’t have to run the show.  I could just show up!

This is all great and easy- but I still have to make sure I have pizza, drinks, cupcakes for the party, goodie bags, etc.  In addition, I have my grandparents here, so they are eating dinner over my house tonight (I guess I’ll make gram help me bake the cupcakes tonight).  I also am having my family over my house Sunday for a family birthday party.  I’m doing brunch, nothing major- but I still have to clean my house from top to bottom and set up! 

Saturday night my mom & Richie (step-dad) are gigging at a local restaurant. So since the grandparents are in town, we’re all heading over there Saturday night for dinner.  What does this add up to?  Every minute of my time is accounted for.  It’s going to be a tough one… Thankfully, John “volunteered” to stay home from church Sunday (you know he was like- I’ll do it!) so he can clean before everyone comes over.  It’s a great trade off… I’d rather be at church & he’d probably rather be home cleaning.  Ha Ha.

I am psyched, though, to see our friends this weekend- many of whom I haven’t seen for a very long time!  And I know, even though I’ll be totally busy, we’ll all have a great time.  Expect a review/photos once the dust has settled!

Before I totally humiliate myself, first let me say that the ONLY reason why I was lying in bed watching the CW, (because clearly, I am not in their demographic) was because I *think* I burned a hole in my stomach yesterday when I took ibuprofin and antibiotics on an empty stomach in preparation of the HSG.  I have been having waves of pain in my upper abdomen since this morning, and I just wanted to nurse my wounds, snuggle up in my bed (sans husband AND toddler) and watch some mind-erasing television with the hopes that it would make me forget I was in pain.

And you know what?  It worked!  But not because Stylista is such a good show.  In fact, quite the contrary.  I was completely and utterly embarrassed; not only for Anne Slowey and Elle magazine, but the entire fashion publishing industry.  First, Anne Slowey seems like she stepped out of The Devil Wears Prada; in one of the opening scenes she walked through the door and threw her coat over her assistant’s desk.  Um.. Merryl Streep anyone? 

Now, don’t get me wrong- I LOOOVVVE The Devil Wears Prada.  I loved the book and I love the movie.  Why?  Well, because with the limited amount of work I did with Conde Nast publications (of which Vogue is one- supposedly the inspiration behind The Devil Wears Prada) I totally “got it”.  So much of the nuances in the “novel” where spot-on… and there was some humor in reading about something as fiction that you knew was, well, sort of true.

But look- Anne Slowey is not Anna Wintour.  And Elle is NOT Vogue.  And really, should we be viewing, as entertainment, some of the worst characteristics of human beings?  Maybe it’s because I’m coming from a place of maturity (and most of the “contestants” are in their late teens or early twenties).  Or the distance I have from the New York City working world has allowed me to see it more clearly.  But whatever it is- it isn’t cool to name call, it isn’t cool to berate people, and it certainly won’t make those people want to do a good job for you and make you more money.

Because lets face it, these are all money making ventures.  Magazines like Elle aren’t just forms of art, but money making ventures- to sell magazines, to sell designers, to make us think we NEED more things (and hey, lets not get started with that- because this NEED is what got us into our current financial mess).

Is this behavior a good thing?  Beyond the obvious (treating people with respect, yadda yadda) do we really want our high school and college students thinking that Elle is what the real, working world, is really like? That it’s Ok to step on people, to judge people, and to name-call?   

It’s ridiculous- and it really pisses me off.   Rant over.

 

I haven’t brought up fertility recently because there really hasn’t been anything to report.  All preliminary blood work and baseline sonograms came back a-ok with no real reason for my lack of knocked-up-ness. The next step was for my tubing to be checked out- to see if there were any blockages in the fallopian tubes and uterus.  To do this, I had to undergo a procedure called an hysterosalpingogram; otherwise known as an HSG.

Now, I’m not going to get into the nitty gritty of what, exactly, the HSG entails- but suffice it to say- it involves being naked from the waste down and it doesn’t exactly tickle.  I’m okay now (it’s only been a few hours since the procedure) and I’m told everything is in working order.

The doctor that did the HSG is a man- very nice- but still, a man.  I’m the type of woman that is very uncomfortable having someone I don’t know look into my privates.  I know- who is, right?  Well… maybe Jenna Jameson.  Seriously though, the only other time I had a man-doctor was when I was delivering Maddie.  I actually made it 31 years having only female doctors.  While I was *slightly* uncomfortable with a male doctor when delivering Maddie- this was assuaged by 1) the fact that I was in serious pain from contractions and 2) Maddie’s heartbeat was undetectable.  So, I sucked it up, put on the big girl panties, and dealt with it.  

But- this time was a little different!  Neither I nor my child was under duress.  I just wanted to know why I wasn’t getting pregnant and my doc (female of course) suggested that I have an HSG to cover the bases.  So, there I lay on the table.  Wrapped in the “gown” (if it could be called anything more than a paper towel) freezing my paper-wrapped behind off trying to psych myself up for the fact that I have to see a male doctor (or that a male doctor has to “see” me.  ”Damn it,” I thought, “I should’ve considered a Brazilian!”  After all, according to Cosmopolitan and Marie Claire, no hair is derigueur.  

And then the Doctor walked in- and you know what?  He was YOUNG.  Young (well like late 30s young) and single and not beastly.  Great… I really should’ve considered that Brazilian.  Then, to make myself feel better, I got a terrible case of verbal diarrhea.  Because if I could distract the doctor with my wit and charm, he would forget all about the fact that he was looking at my holiest of holies.  Or, I could forget about it.

What did I joke about?  Well, the thing that would befit a radiologist- tales of Jackass (from MTV) and the time one of the guys (was it Chris Pontius or Ryan Dunn) put the matchbox car up their ass just to have the x-ray tech find it!  Or when Steve-o  (I think) fell and thought he broke his tail bone and asked the x-ray tech where his poo was.  Come on, that’s funny stuff… but did I really have to discuss it with the radiologist?  

I don’t know what it is about tense situations, but I turn into Margaret Chou (well, except for the fact that I’m not Asian-American).  And I *think* I am funny, the doctor’s assistant said I “made her day”…. but I guess anything has to be better than the crotchety old people that she usually sees, right?

So- that’s the HSG…. it didn’t tickle- but it wasn’t the worse thing in the world either.  We’ll see what happens; the radiologist said that 40% of women get pregnant within 3 months after having the HSG… hopefully I’m not in the other 60%!

Ever since my mother-in-law gave me the base tray of the vintage fiesta relish tray, I’ve become obsessed with collecting vintage fiesta.  I’ve been trolling around eBay looking for good deals.  The problem here is all the other Fiesta collectors are doing the same thing.

There are a few pieces that I’m interested in.  I’m dying to put together a set of stacked mixing bowls.  The set has seven bowls in total with number 7 and number 1 being the most rare and hard to find.  That means that they are the most expensive as well.

vintage fiesta mixing bowls

vintage fiesta mixing bowls

Seriously- how pretty are those mixing bowls?  I can’t wait to design a custom kitchen one day around fiesta ware.  Am I crazy?  Yes!

I’m also super obsessed with this ice lip pitcher.  I’ve put in a few bids, but can’t justify spending upwards of $100 on one when my daughter will have to go to college one day.  Priorities, right?

 

Of course, there are the egg cups.  There is something about the egg cups that I love.  Unfortunately I am TERRIBLE at making soft-boiled eggs. But aren’t they just darling?

These four are already up to $89.00 with six more hours of bidding left!  I’d be shocked if they didn’t go over $100.

I would love to have a vintage cabinet display in my dining room filled with fiesta.  A girl can dream!

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