Friday, August 31, 2012

High Five for Friday (Week 18)

Here it is already Friday again. So I get to tell you about the five highlights of my week!

1. The Stern German and I went to the Minnesota State Fair on Monday to watch the Angsty Teen march in a parade:
It was hot... and she didn't pass out... so that's good.
2. I met Princess Kay of the Milky Way at the fair and took a picture of her next to her butter bust... really... they carve a bust of each of the princesses out of 90 pound blocks of butter. Paula Deen would love this business...
She said she is going to freeze her butter likeness, melt it down,
and use it to butter corn next summer at a corn feed for her hometown.
3. I made sure the Stern German was well-fed and properly hydrated for our fair gig.

I used a Groupon deal at a Latin restaurant in Minneapolis for lunch before hitting the fair...
Lots of meat for the Stern German...
But the place was emply during prime lunch time... that's not a good sign... and afterwards my stomach was rumbling and not very happy...

It made me think I might be reliving a scene from the movie Bridesmaids.
(source)
Not this scene... but... 
(source)
THIS SCENE!
In the area of hydration, I had done my homework... and I knew that the Agriculture/Horticulture Building (I think that is the official name) had flights of Minnesota beers you could buy to sample:
His happy face...
His beer face!
4. We had the Stern German's grand boys for the evening last night.

I gave the youngest one a bucket... thought he might want to carry around toys with it...
Nope, he just wanted to wear it...
He is adorable.




Actually, I think he was just looking for a snack...
You don't get thighs like that by not snacking... trust me, I know.
The older grand boy and the Angsty Teen made "balfanoesch"...
they are a lot like volcanoes!
Gotta love baking soda, vinegar, & food coloring!

5. I survived freshmen orientation with the Angsty Teen (7th & 8th graders were added to the high school building this year... so they were there, too):
So many people and it was so disorganized...

Think you might be trying a little too hard
to be unique, Miss 7th Grader.
The Angsty Teen was getting directions to her locker... the boy behind her is an eighth grader... he isn't all that far away from her... I think she could eat him and she wouldn't even be full. (And I think his last name is Schmall... so that is unfortunately... or prophetic.)
Impressive looking thigh muscles, girl.
Clearly she didn't dress to impress.
Enjoy your long weekend! Hope you have some great plans... I really don't.

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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Giving the Blind Guy a Knife...

Last week... and again yesterday... my geriatric father and I made ceviche.

Do you now what ceviche is?

Basically it is a mixture of raw fish, onion, peppers, tomatoes, salt, lemon juice, and lime juice.

The fish is raw... but the lime and lemon juice kind of "cook" it.. or cure it... the fish changes from looking raw... to looking white-ish and cooked... weird.

So here is my dad cutting up the Roma tomatoes we used.


When the Angsty Teen saw this picture on my phone she screamed out loudly, in my ear, "You gave the blind guy a knife?!?!?!?!?"
To which I replied, "Yep, I did."

After that I gave him a BIGGER knife!
Back in the 50s the man actually sold knives... he's a pro... except he can't really see...  I was hoping this would be a lot like riding a bike.

But when he hollered "OUCH!" I was a little concerned... 

The day before he had told me a story about when his grandmother made sauerkraut, oh so many years ago. Apparently she was using a big old cutter for the cabbage and she shaved off the tip of her finger into the mix.

The cabbage sat in a crock, fermented, and turned into kraut. The next winter when they ate it someone got the fingertip on their plate... nasty... nasty... nasty story.

The good news? (The good news for this time and place.... not for his grandmother.) He was fine. No blood... no lost fingertip!

Then he had to use it...

After making all those urgent bathroom sounds... I was more than a little worried that this wouldn't be what I would see:
But the wheelchair cushion was dry! Yay! Makes life so much easier.

Then he rolled the limes and lemons to loosen them up for juicing...
Rolling and squeezing the limes and lemons wore him out. So...

I cut up the raw fish. It wasn't a terrible task, but raw fish is hard to slice and dice!

The fish was Swai. (The package says it is pronounced "Es-Why"... really? That's weird.)





There it is!
It's a flaky white fish that you can buy pretty cheaply at Walmart. "If Walmart doesn't have it, we don't need it!" is my father's mantra.
I cut the fish up...
My dad added the cilantro, tomato, and onion that we had chopped...
Then he stirred it up... 

And there it is...

We let it cure for a few hours... and then we had ceviche!
My parents had theirs for supper on Tostitos Scoops chips.

Since the Stern German was out of town I invited a friend over for a glass of wine and ceviche.

I loved it! But I think I would like pretty much anything with cilantro, lime, and jalapenos.

It was a good activity to do with my dad...  kept him from napping and got him to be actively involved in life...

This is a lot like being a stay-at-home mom with a toddler... except I am never at home... and the toddler is big... really big.... dang.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Oh, How Pinteresting!

Surviving my week... the Angsty Teen doesn't have band today and only has volleyball from
3-5:00 pm. That is not nearly enough away-from-home time. Dang

Gonna show you some of my favorite pins...  these pins made me laugh...
Source: amazon.com via Sally on Pinterest

Yep, that shirt would be appropriate for any baby.

This announcement made me chuckle. Maybe we need to run this at my church:
Source: youtube.com via Sally on Pinterest


And, Seth Meyers ... who is pretty adorable and whom I Googled to see exactly how to spell Meyers and discovered that we share a birthday... only he is a couple years younger than me... is hilarious!
okay
This one made me laugh:
Source: 9gag.com via Sally on Pinterest

Seriously? You will live... trust me.

This one is definitely true:

And this is definitely true:

Yep... don't need a black eye.

In closing I wish I had this as my "to do" list today... or any day!
Source: oddman.ca via Sally on Pinterest

But it is time to go get my geriatric father and go to Walmart and make pickles... I think.  My life is non-stop fun, people!

And that new box of wine? Not nearly as big as the other brand... and it is dwindling fast... dang!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Tasty Tuesday!

Yesterday I told you about this big old batch of fried rice I made for the band picnic:
Now you see it...



now you don't!
Kati thought I should make the fried rice for the picnic because I could spend my afternoon chopping, slicing, dicing, and sauteing (things I love to do)... while drinking wine (something else I love to do!). 

She is so wise.
I am pretty sure this glass shrank in the dishwasher...
It just doesn't seem to hold as much wine as it used to.
Here is the recipe for Shrimp and Egg Fried Rice... I just noticed that it isn't Bobby Flay's recipe... guess I lied about that. It is Tyler Florence's recipe. (Those two seem slightly interchangeable to me.)
The official picture from Food Network.
I didn't add any shrimp to the mass quantity of fried rice I made for the picnic. I was trying to keep this teen-friendly and cheap!

And I really followed the recipe.. except for eliminating the shrimp... I think.

Oh, and I used low sodium soy sauce so I could give some to my geriatric parents.

And I added extra veggies.


Tonight my supper will consist of another batch of fried rice... with shrimp added to the adult servings along with egg rolls and crab rangoons. Yum. (Those are both from Aldi... hope they are delicious.)

I loved the Napa cabbage that the recipe called for... so much better tasting than bean sprouts... which you can only buy in the can in my little town... and so much cheaper than water chestnuts!

So we should have a wonderful Chinese dinner tonight! 

Now I am singing this song... (even though Chinese and Siamese are not the same thing... but they do rhyme!): (if it doesn't work just click on the "Watch on YouTube" wording...)


Now you will probably be singing this all day long... sorry! 

Time to pull out the chopsticks... and maybe experiment with a Singapore Sling or a Mai Tai!
Tuesdays at the Table


Monday, August 27, 2012

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (Week 18)

Tried to look at my blog a few minutes ago... Google Chrome couldn't find it... hopefully it will be there come Monday morning!

Looking at my weekend... trying to come up with:
Incorporating Color

... and that means I am linking up with Kati and Kate!

So, let's get to it!

The Good: I made a deliciously large batch of fried rice for the band picnic.
about 60 servings
They ate it all!
I figured the whole batch cost about $9... and fed a lot of folks...
She loved it!
The Bad: The Stern German was out of town (that's not the bad thing) and his dumb dog woke me up with his barking like a rabid beast at 6:00 Sunday morning.

I went out to the garage to make sure everything was okay and to shut him up (no, not permanently) so he wouldn't wake anyone else in the neighborhood up...
He wouldn't make eye contact...
do you think he knew I was unhappy?
Nope, not gonna look at me...
maybe he's smarter than I give him credit for!

... and it was too early to drink away my rage... dang.

The Ugly: I sat behind the Holy Nodder in church. 
Lately it seems that is where I end up sitting... but usually a few rows back at least.

By the time I got the Angsty Teen in the car, went to get my geriatric father, and got to church.... we were only about five minutes early. So our seating options were way slightly less than ideal.

This person loves to nod in agreement with the pastor... kind of a "You preach it to those dirty, rotten sinners, Pastor." kind of nod. Trust me, I know... from first hand experience what she thinks of us dirty, rotten sinners.

She once invited me over for iced tea... and then proceeded to pull out a whole page and a half from her notebook of a hand written list of my offenses she had been keeping track of.... Really? Get a life.

What ever happened to "judge not lest ye be judged" or "why beholdest thou the mote that is in they brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye"? (Clearly I grew up with the King James Version.)

In conclusion:
So that's my weekend... and yes, because I am a dirty, rotten sinner (clearly, we all are) I am slightly reveling in the fact that my neck isn't as fat as hers.. I have better hair... and my children are way cuter... and better at doing life... But, since I pretty sure I don't want to get struck by lightning... I won't say any of that.

Happy Monday! :)