We eat a lot of fruit. Currently we go through dozen apples, a bag of peaches and two watermelons a week. Plus toss in whatever berries show up at the farmers market. This is for two people.
A week ago Sunday, I restocked the apples along with some pears to keep them company. Tuesday, this happened:
MV: When did we get more apples?
Me: Sunday.
MV: So you were hiding them from me?
Me: Right. I hid then in the bowl in the middle of the table.
MV: Yes, but they are usually on the other table.
Me: The one covered with clean laundry? They wouldn't hidden there at all.
MV: But I had no fruit at work.
Me: There were cherries and blueberries in the fridge. You knew they were there.
MV: But they are not the right size for work.
Me: What size is that?
MV: Hand-sized.
At least he wants to eat fruit.
I am looking into having a conveyor belt installed between my house and Whole Foods. One that just sends in watermelons as fast as we can eat them.
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Monday, August 13, 2012
Friday, January 14, 2011
Mexican Oregano Potatoes
Went to a fabulous spin class followed by a very relaxing yoga class this Monday. Gosh, I just loved it. Then did nothing for the rest of the week. Well, that's out of the way.
Tonight we will be having roasted potatoes with Mexican oregano for dinner. They are supposed to have basil, but the containers look quite alike. Which reminds me of a time in my childhood...
My mother used to feed us goulash for dinner. A lot. Not authentic goulash or anything fancy, just where you make red sauce and instead of putting it over spaghetti, you put elbow noddles in it. I was never very fond of it. Not sure why - I loved spaghetti, but somehow the noodles already in it just didn't work for my picky kid self. Mom says I was extremely particular about textures, so maybe the noodles got mushy or something.
One night she was making it. I was hanging around at her side and watching, most likely mentioning that I didn't care for it as a dinner choice. She was probably saying, "Well, you can eat it anyway." She reached in the cupboard for the large plastic thing of oregano with the shaker and shook some in. Except it happened that the cinnamon was also in the same sort of large plastic thing and happened to have no shaker. Yep, pile of cinnamon right on top of the goulash. My mom looked at me. I looked at her. I'm sure we had horrified expressions. She began to remove the top of the cinnamon pile, but of course some had already incorporated itself into the tomato sauce. I opened my mouth to protest and, before any words could escape, mom fiercely whispered, "Don't tell your sisters and you can have grilled cheese."
At the dinner table, my sisters were all, "This tastes funny," and my mom was all, "No it doesn't. It's the same as always." Then they were all, "How come Jenny doesn't have to eat it?" and my mom was all, "You know she doesn't like goulash..."
Tonight we will be having roasted potatoes with Mexican oregano for dinner. They are supposed to have basil, but the containers look quite alike. Which reminds me of a time in my childhood...
My mother used to feed us goulash for dinner. A lot. Not authentic goulash or anything fancy, just where you make red sauce and instead of putting it over spaghetti, you put elbow noddles in it. I was never very fond of it. Not sure why - I loved spaghetti, but somehow the noodles already in it just didn't work for my picky kid self. Mom says I was extremely particular about textures, so maybe the noodles got mushy or something.
One night she was making it. I was hanging around at her side and watching, most likely mentioning that I didn't care for it as a dinner choice. She was probably saying, "Well, you can eat it anyway." She reached in the cupboard for the large plastic thing of oregano with the shaker and shook some in. Except it happened that the cinnamon was also in the same sort of large plastic thing and happened to have no shaker. Yep, pile of cinnamon right on top of the goulash. My mom looked at me. I looked at her. I'm sure we had horrified expressions. She began to remove the top of the cinnamon pile, but of course some had already incorporated itself into the tomato sauce. I opened my mouth to protest and, before any words could escape, mom fiercely whispered, "Don't tell your sisters and you can have grilled cheese."
At the dinner table, my sisters were all, "This tastes funny," and my mom was all, "No it doesn't. It's the same as always." Then they were all, "How come Jenny doesn't have to eat it?" and my mom was all, "You know she doesn't like goulash..."
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 11: On the road again, again
8 a.m.
We are driving.
We decide to come down 84 to 80 so we go home a different way than we came. Turns out, 84 is gorgeous. All mountains on one side and Columbia River on the other. We drive along pointing out cool stuff. Each person misses what the other person sees because there are a lot of trees.
Me: Look, a waterfall.
MV: Where?
Me: Oops, trees in the way.
MV: Look, a tugboat.
Me: Where?
MV: Oops, trees again.
Apparently only one person per car gets to see each sight.
10 a.m.
We have not resolved the forgot-the-CDs issue. Actually, we forgot we had it so didn’t remember to get a blank CD to burn something from iTunes. And of course there are no radio stations up in the mountains. The radio just scrolls through the scan and comes up with nothing.
Me: So what do people do who have no radio stations?
MV: Sing to themselves using animal noises.
How interesting that I inherently knew what to do and had been doing it all along.
11:42 a.m.
We are coming down out of a mountain pass area. MV says it looks like we are now in the plains of Oregon. Then corrects himself that it is not exactly plains yet. I agree, it’s more like foothills.
Me: So do you know why they are called foothills?
MV: Yes, but why do you think?
Me: Well, because they sometimes look like little toes.
(MV remains skeptical of this explanation and requests that this be noted.
Though he cannot deny that some do resemble toes.)
1:02 p.m.
Me: So, are you getting tired of driving?
MV: Getting there…
Me: But look – baby cows!
1:58 p.m.
Pull into the rest stop. Sign says simply “Rattlesnakes.” Sweet – I wonder where they are?
MV: Next exit, I want a real gas stations with Starbucks coffee.
I failed to find any rattlesnakes.
4:11 p.m.
We stop at the truck stop. But I just can’t face more truck stop food. I wander aimlessly. I relize there is a Subway and they can do a veggie salad. The girl is very nice, but has no idea about dressing ingredients. I go with red wine vinegar and a sprinkle of oregano. I miss Seattle…but the salad does perk me up, iceberg lettuce and all, and bring back my happy thoughts. We also get more beef jerky, you know, just in case.
5:20 p.m.
We are in rush hour traffic in Boise. We just realized we had passed into the mtn time zone and didn’t even notice.
We see a military jet take off. Sweet! Totally sounds like it does in the movies.
MV does not stop at the Outlet Mall. Even when I reason that when we leave, the traffic will be gone. But we do have radio stations here.
6:11 p.m.
MV tells me to look at the view. It is just golden fields curving up into mountains on all sides. The mountains are all flat on top with these cool rock formations. Then I notice a small rather rundown house tucked into one of the fields.
Me: Imagine living in the middle of nowhere like that.
MV: Sounds good...I could.
Me: But how would anyone come over for dinner?
MV: Helicopter
Me: OK, I could live there if I had a helicopter.
MV: No, our friends would have a helicopter that they would fly in.
Me: No, I want the helicopter.
MV: Rich friends...
Me: Well it certainly looks like they saved a lot on siding and paint. May as well get a helicopter.
Yeah, we need more radio.
10:04 p.m.
We order everything off the Wendy's menu. The drive thru guy has to tell MV to slow down so he can get it all.
Slightly later
We are in the hotel in Utah surrounded by food. Zzzzz...
ps - Southern Idaho is very, very dry except where they irrigate. It is basically all yellow.
pps - We keep having this conversation. Or some version of it.
Me: Guess what?
MV: What?
Me: I rode 200 miles.
MV: Over 200 miles actually. I'm very glad you did.
Me: Did you really think I would?
MV: Well, I certainly hoped you would.
Yeah, it hasn't gotten old yet. At least, not to me. I am not going to ask MV if he is tired of it.
We are driving.
We decide to come down 84 to 80 so we go home a different way than we came. Turns out, 84 is gorgeous. All mountains on one side and Columbia River on the other. We drive along pointing out cool stuff. Each person misses what the other person sees because there are a lot of trees.
Me: Look, a waterfall.
MV: Where?
Me: Oops, trees in the way.
MV: Look, a tugboat.
Me: Where?
MV: Oops, trees again.
Apparently only one person per car gets to see each sight.
10 a.m.
We have not resolved the forgot-the-CDs issue. Actually, we forgot we had it so didn’t remember to get a blank CD to burn something from iTunes. And of course there are no radio stations up in the mountains. The radio just scrolls through the scan and comes up with nothing.
Me: So what do people do who have no radio stations?
MV: Sing to themselves using animal noises.
How interesting that I inherently knew what to do and had been doing it all along.
11:42 a.m.
We are coming down out of a mountain pass area. MV says it looks like we are now in the plains of Oregon. Then corrects himself that it is not exactly plains yet. I agree, it’s more like foothills.
Me: So do you know why they are called foothills?
MV: Yes, but why do you think?
Me: Well, because they sometimes look like little toes.
(MV remains skeptical of this explanation and requests that this be noted.
Though he cannot deny that some do resemble toes.)
1:02 p.m.
Me: So, are you getting tired of driving?
MV: Getting there…
Me: But look – baby cows!
1:58 p.m.
Pull into the rest stop. Sign says simply “Rattlesnakes.” Sweet – I wonder where they are?
MV: Next exit, I want a real gas stations with Starbucks coffee.
I failed to find any rattlesnakes.
4:11 p.m.
We stop at the truck stop. But I just can’t face more truck stop food. I wander aimlessly. I relize there is a Subway and they can do a veggie salad. The girl is very nice, but has no idea about dressing ingredients. I go with red wine vinegar and a sprinkle of oregano. I miss Seattle…but the salad does perk me up, iceberg lettuce and all, and bring back my happy thoughts. We also get more beef jerky, you know, just in case.
5:20 p.m.
We are in rush hour traffic in Boise. We just realized we had passed into the mtn time zone and didn’t even notice.
We see a military jet take off. Sweet! Totally sounds like it does in the movies.
MV does not stop at the Outlet Mall. Even when I reason that when we leave, the traffic will be gone. But we do have radio stations here.
6:11 p.m.
MV tells me to look at the view. It is just golden fields curving up into mountains on all sides. The mountains are all flat on top with these cool rock formations. Then I notice a small rather rundown house tucked into one of the fields.
Me: Imagine living in the middle of nowhere like that.
MV: Sounds good...I could.
Me: But how would anyone come over for dinner?
MV: Helicopter
Me: OK, I could live there if I had a helicopter.
MV: No, our friends would have a helicopter that they would fly in.
Me: No, I want the helicopter.
MV: Rich friends...
Me: Well it certainly looks like they saved a lot on siding and paint. May as well get a helicopter.
Yeah, we need more radio.
10:04 p.m.
We order everything off the Wendy's menu. The drive thru guy has to tell MV to slow down so he can get it all.
Slightly later
We are in the hotel in Utah surrounded by food. Zzzzz...
ps - Southern Idaho is very, very dry except where they irrigate. It is basically all yellow.
pps - We keep having this conversation. Or some version of it.
Me: Guess what?
MV: What?
Me: I rode 200 miles.
MV: Over 200 miles actually. I'm very glad you did.
Me: Did you really think I would?
MV: Well, I certainly hoped you would.
Yeah, it hasn't gotten old yet. At least, not to me. I am not going to ask MV if he is tired of it.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Seattle to Portland – Day 5: Shopping
6:15 a.m.
I wake up. Seriously? I go back to sleep
7:23 a.m.
I wake up again. Bride guilt gets the better of me and I finally address some invites. I get about 1/4 of them done.
9 a.m.
We eat cherries for breakfast. Huge Washington cherries. Amazing! Along with wheat free zucchini bread - YEAH!
10 a.m.
We go shopping. Since I come here about once a year, there are some Seattle Market staples I need to stock up on. Madras curry from the Spice Market; chocolate covered dried cherries, whipped honey and various nuts from the vendors; loose tea and truffle oil from that cute little shop. Plus a bonus bottle of plum vinegar - no clue how that will taste but can't wait to find out. Then got to hit David Smith to see the imports. And trip to University Village to the flower shop with the amazing little accessories. MV is quite trooper!
11:45 p.m.
Lunch is at Steelhead Diner. Fabulous!
Soon after, strawberry coconut milk ice cream at Molly Moon.
Obnoxious texts from my sisters. One is at a conference in Boston and bored. One is watching the house and got attacked by a grasshopper. Didn't even know we had grasshoppers there yet - cool.
3:25 p.m.
We are finally finished with the shopping. Get stuck in traffic, but back to the house. MV needs a little nap.
That's all for now. Dinner and ice cream to follow.
9:34 p.m.
What? The ice cream store is closed?
I wake up. Seriously? I go back to sleep
7:23 a.m.
I wake up again. Bride guilt gets the better of me and I finally address some invites. I get about 1/4 of them done.
9 a.m.
We eat cherries for breakfast. Huge Washington cherries. Amazing! Along with wheat free zucchini bread - YEAH!
10 a.m.
We go shopping. Since I come here about once a year, there are some Seattle Market staples I need to stock up on. Madras curry from the Spice Market; chocolate covered dried cherries, whipped honey and various nuts from the vendors; loose tea and truffle oil from that cute little shop. Plus a bonus bottle of plum vinegar - no clue how that will taste but can't wait to find out. Then got to hit David Smith to see the imports. And trip to University Village to the flower shop with the amazing little accessories. MV is quite trooper!
11:45 p.m.
Lunch is at Steelhead Diner. Fabulous!
Soon after, strawberry coconut milk ice cream at Molly Moon.
Obnoxious texts from my sisters. One is at a conference in Boston and bored. One is watching the house and got attacked by a grasshopper. Didn't even know we had grasshoppers there yet - cool.
3:25 p.m.
We are finally finished with the shopping. Get stuck in traffic, but back to the house. MV needs a little nap.
That's all for now. Dinner and ice cream to follow.
9:34 p.m.
What? The ice cream store is closed?
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