Friday, March 30, 2007
Fried Chicken And Potato Salad
When we went shopping for groceries and we went down the cereal isle at Meijer, we would (like all other children) grab Lucky Charms, and Fruit Loops, and Captain Crunch. My mom would shake her head and point to the Nutrition Facts on the side of the box and say, "Unless sugar is at least the 3rd ingredient, I'm not buying it." I doubt I even have to tell you that that eliminates all the good cereal. In most of the good cereals, sugar was either the first or the second - which means, of course, that it is the largest or the second largest ingredient. No Lucky Charms. No Fruit Loops. And definitely not Captain Crunch. Instead, we got Raisin Bran, and Cheerios, and when she was feeling imprudent we would get Kix. We loved Kix weeks. We devoured Kix.
We spent one weekend a month with my Grandma Ramseyer, because she had had a stroke and needed to be taken care of all the time. It always amazed me that this woman had raised my mother, because this woman made things like lard sandwiches, and had a pie at almost every meal. My grandma liked food. She was not afraid of sugar. My mom said she remembers my grandma getting up early every Sunday morning to make ice-cream, just in case someone new would be at church and then she could invite them over for ice-cream. Now to me, that sounds like a lot of ice-cream that would have to be eaten on the non-visitor days. But that's the way she was. She liked food. When we went to her house for the weekend, she always had Velveeta cheese, whole milk, and peppermints. Always. And sometimes she had movie theater butter microwave popcorn. She often had lots of cookies, and was never without Schwann's Chocolate Push-ups in the freezer in the garage. On hot summer weekends, Jeff and I would have about 3 or so a day, and throw out the sticks and wrappers in the trash can in the garage so no one knew how many we ate. Of course, they probably wondered why every time Jeff and I were over, they were suddenly low on push-ups. To this day, however, I find comfort in Velveeta cheese and whole milk. Sometimes, when milk is on sale, I'll get one gallon of that watered-down 1% garbage that we normally drink (for Brian), and one gallon of whole (for me).
Having been raised by my very healthy mother, I have taken on more of her tendencies than my grandmothers. Although, I won't kick and scream if someone wants to feed me Doritos for dinner. However, when I make dinner for Brian and I, I more often cook like my mom. We're talking we have a salad (or fresh veggies), a cooked veggie, a starch, and a lean meat at every meal. I cut the fat off of chicken, I don't even own straight vegetable oil, and I'm more than a little stingy with the butter. We almost never have candy in the house, and I don't know that I've ever bought Velveeta cheese. But last night, I wanted fat. Not just boring ol' "I'm putting more butter in the mashed potatoes tonight". Oh no, I wanted fat. I wanted mayonnaise. I wanted white bread, I wanted cheese. And I didn't want salad. And I didn't want steamed broccoli. I wanted fried chicken and potato salad. So, that's what I made. I've never made either. I felt a little guilty as I poured several cups of oil into our deep electric skillet. But I got over it. I used olive oil that makes it better, right? That makes me kinda like my mom (a healthy substitution) and kinda like my grandma (to a fatty food).
Monday, March 26, 2007
We must be permitted to inturupt our daily programing for this brief announcement:
My fellow women, friends, and co-consumers, it is my unplesant appointment to publicize a chocolate shortage. Yes, the chocolate industry is facing a crisis. Please do not panic. Please remain calm. This is not a joke. This should not be taken lightly. Please restrict any desires to stock-pile. Should an industry shortage occur, rationing will be implemented and strictly adhered to by the Department of Chocolate Security. As the director this honored institution, I promise to keep all Snickers Bars, all six-layer chocolate cakes, all chocolate shakes, and all the other chocolate products safe. It is my humble promise to you. Thank you, and God bless.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programing.
It was good to see lots of family and friends that I wouldn' t noramally see. The whole wedding brought to mind some memories of other weddings. Here's to you, Jake and Meika, I hope every part of your wedding day was as pleasant for you as it came off to your guests:
Recollections of Wedding Days
- My own wedding day began by scrambling eggs. Yes, I made breakfast for everyone who stayed with my parents on my own wedding day. Shocking? I should hope so.
- Peggy's wedding day was the first time in my life that I was allowed to wear tinted lip gloss (I was twelve-years-old and just dying - with as much drama as possible - to wear anything colored).
- Sarah and Justin's wedding day was spent trying to talk to Brian (whom I hadn't seen in at least 4 weeks - which I was pretty sure would kill me).
- I spent my cousin Wendy's wedding torn with vanity as to which was better, my shoes or my dress (I was the flowergirl - vanity kicks in at an early age).
- Lisa and Mick's wedding day was the last day of my life before I started college, the next day, armed with $500 worth of books, 17 blisters (from my very snazzy, and very uncomfortable shoes), and the anxious giddiness of a freshman, I started college.
- Brooke's wedding was Brian and my first official road-trip. It was no shorter than 13 hours one way (which we spent listening to a book on tape - which, believe it or not - lasted pretty close to the entire trip).
- The evening of Beth's wedding was spent in a steaming hot shower for 40 minutes with a brush and a bottle of conditioner (it's amazing how tangly my hair gets when it's professionally done - it always looks so neatly arranged).
Ahh, yes. The things that are going on in everyone's minds at weddings. It's interesting. You know, how I don't associate Mick and Lisa's wedding with their marriage, I associate it with when I started college. It's amazing how we live in our own little spheres and situations are all sifted through the little atmospheres of our own little worlds and inturpretted accordingly. And people say that we're not selfish creatures... :)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Pretty Much The Best Thing EVER
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
I'm Growing Out My Nails
But the consequences of peeling one's nails are dire. Of course they're going to be very thin, and of course they're going to be short, and of course they're going to look tattered. So I went cold-turkey off of peeling my nails about two weeks ago. I started coating them with two coats of a nail hardener called "Hard as Nails". Sometimes the hardener lasts a few days, sometimes close to a week. But my nails do feel hard, and they are getting long, and they have smooth ends. They're wonderful (maybe I'll post a picture this evening).
But now, I'm starting to get weird about my nails. I don't want to wash dishes without gloves, I have to stare at them for at least an hour per day (not all at one time, of course), and everyday Brian is forced to examine them and admire their progress. Frequent nail filing interrupts other projects. Yes, I think my nails are taking over my life. I'm guessing, though that after a few months of them being nice, I'll either get sick of the trouble they cause and start peeling them again, or I'll get used to the maintenance and have nice nails for the rest of my life. At this point I don't really know which way it will go.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I Want A Puppy
Monday, March 12, 2007
So I Think I May Have Pneumonia
So, it should come as no shock then to hear my report that I may have some sort of lower respiratory concern. Brian had to leave early this morning, so I was awaken very early, but didn't get out of bed until the last possible second to make Brian's lunch and give him a cereal bar as he was walking out the door. When I did wake up to make his lunch, I immediately started coughing . Not just a morning clear-your-throat-from-sleeping-with-your-mouth-open cough, but a real, I'm-coming-down-with-something cough. It lasted for several minutes and my chest hurt so bad I thought I should go immediately back to bed. Unfortunately, I had to get up, and I had to go to work, and when I get home I have to do laundry. But hopefully, I won't actually get Pneumonia. And hopefully we'll get some sleep tonight (we didn't get much sleep last night), and hopefully I'll feel better in the morning. But just in the event that I do get Pneumonia, and that I don't get some sleep, I'm washing down my Vitamin C with a Coke (see how prepared I am??).