Tuesday, March 30, 2010


I know I know, your life has been a total trainwreck for the past 13 days because my blog has not shown up in your blog list or google reader with an updated post. 

Well, I'm back so your life will return back to normalcy :) 

Ha, ok, who am I kidding...wait, myself! 

My mom emailed me this link to an article on pauladeen.com and the subject title of the email read "reminded me of you".  And even I have to admit that it reminds myself of me.  I started to share with all of you why and then thought "I think I've already told this story".  Or maybe I didn't want to embarrass myself again.  And while I had this long post written which consisted of absolutely nothing at all I decided that I'd just share this story instead.  Mainly because I found it rather amusing.  

The Deviled Egg Went Down to Georgia
by Andrea Goto

In my world eggs have three uses; they're good for scrambling, dyeing, or throwing.  Which is why every Easter I'm faced with the same dilemma: what to do with the three-dozen hardboiled eggs I painstakingly dyed with my daughter?

Mom suggested deviled eggs.

You can't eat an egg that's been sitting on freshly fertilized grass, steaming under the Savannah sun for three hours after some runny-nosed kid drops it into a basket that's been collecting dust in an attic for twelve months.  I am, after all, the girl who puts liquid hand sanitizer at every entrance into my home (my daughter calls it "magic soap" but my husband calls it "paper cut finder").  Which is why we dye three-dozen eggs, but hide plastic ones for the Easter egg hunt.  Let's face it, there's no incentive to find hardboiled eggs. No kid wants to crack open an egg and suck down a warm, pasty ball of yolk. But you fill  your yard with hermetically sealed plastic eggs holding individually wrapped Tootsie Rolls and you have yourself a salmonella-free cage fight.

Even if you aren't concerned about the salmonella factor, you may question the old schoolishness of deviled eggs.  Like shag carpet and green bean casserole (yes, the one topped with tater tots), deviled eggs are so 1970s. The urbanites who bring crostini and proscuitto-wrapped melon to the cocktail parties snicker at my mom's potlucky deviled eggs. But while their crostini stales and proscuitto dries, Mom's empty egg plate spins like a 45.

So I take Mom's advice and pull up Paula's recipe for Traditional Southern Deviled Eggs, which only calls for six ingredients and takes 15 minutes to prepare.  With my eggs already hardboiled, I'm halfway there.

That is, until I realize that Brad and Angelina could buy five more kids in the time it takes me to peel 36 eggs. 

One hour and 48 minutes later (I timed it) my hands are so torn up from peeling that I can barely mash the yolks.  Then comes my first deviled-egg dilemma: Miracle Whip or mayonnaise?  Where you stand on the issue says as much about you as your political affiliation.  I converted to Miracle Whip when I got married, but my parents have remained staunch followers of mayonnaise.  When they came to visit, they purchased a squeezable off-brand vat of the stuff and it has remained untouched in my fridge ever since.  I'm a practical girl, so I opt to make my army of eggs from the cast-off mayo. 

Not counting the nearly two-hour Peelapalooza, the recipe comes together quite nicely.  I invite my husband - a lover all things retro, such as Wham! and Carrie Fisher - to take the first bite.

"Holy hell that's hot!" he says:

Surely he's mistaken. I try a bite and my mouth nearly ignites.

But why would Paula do me wrong?

I go back over the ingredients one by one.  When I pull the off-brand mayo from the fridge, I discover my error.  This mayo is horseradish sauce.  Who would buy a 55-gallon drum of horseradish sauce and leave it in my fridge?  My parents.

We eat up all 36 eggs with the help of some friends and a big glass of milk to cut the burn.  If Paula's eggs are traditionally deviled, mine are downright satanic. 

Andrea Goto lives and writes in Savannah, Georgia.  Her kitchen experiments (known as "cooking" in more conventional homes) most often end with a mushroom cloud of smoke or a call to Poison Control. In spite of this, she's deeply loved by her husband who prefers neon-colored cereals to all foods homemade, and her 4-year-old daughter who will eat almost anything as long as you call it "chicken".  Need more Andrea? Follow her at http://www.andreagoto.com/.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

blah blah

A snippet of life in my classroom yesterday.

Student A (who happens to be a boy): "Is that your husband?   He's ugly!"

Suddenly Student B's head turned to Student A and her eyes got big as she responded.

"Nuh uh!  He's sexxxxxxy!"

Ohhhh kids say the darndest things.  Especially in my class.  Trust me, you should come visit. 


I sit and try to think why life has been so busy lately and I really have no idea.  I've been spending lots of time at night working on the new Park Street Market website and I'm finally on the downhill slide.  Hopefully it will be up soon....stay tuned because don't worry, I will announce it!  I'm all about some new and improved advertising.  Bloggy style. 

I guess I have also been working on homework.  Boo.  Let me just say that May 8 at 10 AM can not come soon enough.  I will be a graduate school graduate and I'm ready...because I am sick of school...as in me attending school, not teaching.  That would be bad if I was already sick of school considering I just started teaching in September.  Oh and I had to take a killer test on Saturday.  Here's the run down.

4 case studies.
3 questions per case study.
2 parts per question
2 other parts to each part to each question to each case study

Oh, and about 20 multiple choice.  All in 2 hours.  YEAH RIGHT.

Good thing I took 4 pencils because I was definitely on my 4th pencil when time was called...and I literally finished my test let's say ohhhh 20 seconds before time was called.  Lovely.


I am sooooooooooooooooo ready for Spring Break.  Friday please come soon.  On Saturday I'm heading to Wye Mountain with Brea and baby Lily to take some pictures at the Daffodil Festival.  I'm pretty excited about all the pretty flowers...that means Spring!  I'm helping a friend her "re-accessorize" her house on Monday afternoon, having lunch/early dinner with a dear friend in Little Rock one day, and have a trip to Texarkana planned to see mom and pops (and hopefully Amy and Jordan and whoever else) which will require a trip to TaMollys to grab some Mexican food and I already have a pedi and mani scheduled with my favorite nail lady for Friday morning. 


This blog clearly has no specific point.  Very random. 

Whoever this is singing on American Idol is hideous in my opinion.  Ke$ha? Why does she have a dollar sign in her name?  Guess she likes the money honey.  Her backup dancers are wearing TV heads and she has on an Indian headdress.  The song is called "blah, blah, blah"....quite frankly that's what I think about her performance.

In case you are wondering, I'm tired. 

And blah. 

Blah blah.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

just a little corn kernel

If you have good eyes you will notice something in my washing machine. 

In case you have bad eyes, here's a little closer look. 

This my friends is a corn kernel.  I know you are wondering how corn got in my washing machine. 

To you, this is just a vegetable you cook at night to feed your family.  To me, this means farming season has approached and the farmer will be spending many hours on a tractor or in grain bins and his pockets will now be filled with rice, soybeans, or corn kernels.  The farmer and I met in 2006 so this is my fifth farming season and I hope that I've adjusted and will handle it better this year than before.  Matt's schedule is changing to the farming schedule where he's up early and home late and spends his days in the field.  Sometimes it worries me how much he works, but if there is one thing he is completely passionate about it is his farm. 

This past weekend my mom brought me The Pioneer Woman Cooks cookbook.  I've been dying to have it, but haven't ever gotten around to buying it.  I'M OBSESSED as is most everyone else I know that has the cookbook.  I immediately began reading the stories and ooohing and aaahing over the recipes.  While the Oscars are on tonight I plan on finishing the cookbook, reading it from cover to cover.  Mom brought the "Angel Sugar Cookies" and they are the best sugar cookies I've ever had. 

I feel like The Pioneer Woman and I are somewhat alike. She grew up in a larger town. I grew up in a somewhat large town.  She spent her summers at the pool. I spent my summers at the lake.  She took trips to New York with her mom.  I took trips to New York with my mom.  She was "attached to all the wonderful conveniences of a surburban existence: landscaped lawns, manicures, pedicures, facials, take-out food, and lots of shopping".  I too was attached to my manicures, pedicures, take-out food, and lots of shopping. (Take-out and shopping is hard to come by...we have pizza, bbq, and Sonic...and the closest Target is 30 minutes away!)  She is now married and lives on a cattle ranch.  I am now married and live in a farm town.  While I don't have cows in my yard daily and piles of horse maure on my porch, I most definitely have a dusty pile of clothes that reaches the ceiling. 

Now if only I could cook like her.  My farmer would love me even more.

Guess I can at least try.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

yummy to my tummy

Of course when I finally make a new recipe that tasted so yummy I DIDN'T TAKE PICTURES!!!!!  That kind of thing always happens to me.  Almost like today at school when my precious little Lexi fell asleep with her head on the computer keyboard I was so mad that I didn't have my camera in my purse....but then I remembered I have this fancy piece of technology called an iphone and I whipped it out to snap a picture.  So precious.  When her momma (my aide) woke lil bit up she had computer key imprints on her cheek.

Back to the recipe...I know you are just dying to hear what it is.  I get daily emails from myrecipes.com with recipes and I usually just delete them, but this one caught my eye - Tex Mex Calzones.  Sounds yummy to me!  Matt said this dinner was the definition of heartburn and sure to keep him up all night....I was konked out all night so can't really verify if this is a true statement or not.

Tex Mex Calzones

8 oz. ground turkey (I used 16 oz because that's all the local store had and it was frozen or I would have halved it :) )
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup red bell pepper
1/2 cup green bell pepper
3/4 teaspoon ground cumin
1/2 teaspoon chili powder (thought I had this, ended up not, but it was fine without it)
2 garlic cloves, minced
1/2 cup salsa verde (the green stuff)
1 11oz. can refrigerated thin-crust pizza dough
3/4 cup shredded Mexican blend cheese
1/4 cup sour cream
Cooking spray

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.  Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.  Add ground turkey to pan; cook 3 minutes, stirring to crumble.  Add onion and next 5 ingredients (through garlic) to pan; cook 4 minutes or until vegetables are crisp-tender, stirring mixture occasionally.  Remove turkey mixture from heat; stir in salsa.

Unroll dough and divide into four equal portions (I did six smaller portions).  Spoon 1/2 of turkey mixture on one side of dough.  Top with 3 tbsp cheese; fold dough over turkey mixture and press edges together with a fork to seal.  Place on a baking sheet coated with cooking spray.  Repeat procedure with remaining dough and turkey mixture.  Bake for 12 minutes or until browned (only took me 10 minutes but my oven is the focus of a re-calibration service call on Tuesday so it's not a very good modification).  Serve with sour cream. 


Since I didn't take pictures of this fine meal here's one from the website.

The recipe called for a black bean salad as a side, but since the farmer hates beans (like can't stand the sight of them) I opted for good ol' reliable chips and salsa instead. 

I would say that the inside dough was a little mushy, but that was predictable considering my oven.  You'd think that when you bought a brand new oven that it would be calibrated right, but only one can hope!  It doesn't cook correctly so we have a service call scheduled for Tuesday to get it fixed so our food will cook like it should. 

Mom's coming up tomorrow for the night.  Saturday morning we have a Sip and See for my sister-in-law and our new nephew Michael.  We haven't seen him since he was born which was over two months ago so I'm pretty excited to get my hands on him! 

On Saturday night the farmer and I are headed to Little Rock to see these two greats.

(they won't center and it's driving me NUTS)

I looooove me some George! I've seen him several times. Doesn't he just look so handsome :)  I bought Matt tickets for his birthday, but he thinks I had a hidden agenda. 

I have no idea why he would think that. 

Farmer is home and my sketti's are cooking...easy peesy meal tonight since I slaved over the stove last night :) 

The senior boys basketball team is playing in the state tournament tonight.  Did I mention we live very close to the new high school that is hosting the tournament?  There are a MILLION people there and half of that million is parked on our street. 


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

you can call us the fab five.


Because we are FAB.  We are the FAB FIVE.


I spent the past weekend in my old stomping grounds for fab five girls weekend. Amy hosted us at her house and it was quite enjoyable.  But life always is with my four best friends.  It was a nice laid back weekend.  We try to get together every six months, but since we've had such busy lives it's been a year! 
Molly joined us for her first girls weekend!  She came over on Saturday and played with us...hopefully we kept her entertained so she'll want to come back next year.  Isn't she precious?

Off to lunch at TLC....best. cheeseburger. ever. 

a little continuous camera action on the way.

after lunch we took a walk through downtown where Allison had her 2010 senior pictures taken

one of the highlights of our day was a stop to see one of our favorite bloggers (who we just so happened to go to highschool with) jill.  Too bad little Sophie wasn't there to grace us with her presence.  By the way, she has a super cute house!

We had dinner on Saturday night downtown at our favorite local Mexican restaurant Zapatas.  The fab five moms joined us which will come in my next post because this one is on picture overload! 

Aren't we cute?  These four girls are my absolute best friends ever.  And they always will be.  I remind myself every day how blessed I am to have such great friends that I can sit around for a whole weekend and do absolutely nothing but talk and eat, eat, eat and enjoy it so much.  Having a group of friends that have stayed so close eight years out of highschool is a rare occurrence and I'm so lucky.  We are all different, but all alike. 

I loooove them. 


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