Thursday, September 30, 2010
My sister sent this email to my family today:
My sister sent this email to my family today:
Remember my post a few days ago about wanting new curtains? I found two Pottery Barn Audrey curtains on craigslist! The Mister went to Brooklyn to pick them up after work last night. And I was right, they look awesome.
Yesterday I made meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Today I made shephards pie with the leftover mashed potatoes, like a good little happy homemaker who does things like recycle leftovers into new meals. (Yet another delicious meal met with YUCK by my loving children.) Leftovers always seem to end up as casseroles, don't they?
Which makes me think of the absolute worst meal of my childhood....the Mexican casserole.
(I should preface this with my mother is actually a pretty good cook. She claims this meal was an inexpensive way to feed five people. I say the cost per serving goes way up if three of the five people refuse to eat it.)
My father LOVES this meal. My sisters and I gag at the mere mention of it. My father asks for it every year for his birthday, and my mom makes it, but not on a day that we are visiting for his birthday, because we would leave and go out to dinner by ourselves. Not that we had the choice to leave and go get a different dinner in 1983. You couldn't choose to go hungry in 1983, either---it would be sitting there waiting for you until you went to bed. And then you could eat for breakfast if you managed to sit at the table till bedtime.
I have no idea why on earth this is called "Mexican" casserole....I assure you that no Mexican has
ever seen anything remotely resembling this casserole, let alone claimed it for their national dish.
Here is the recipe, straight from the back of the 1983 Bisquick box:
1 lb ground beef
1 cup sour cream
2/3 cup mayonnaise
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
2 tbsp chopped onion
2 cups Bisquick baking mix
1/2 cup cold water
2 medium tomatoes, thinly sliced
3/4 cup chopped green pepper
Heat oven to 375 degrees.
1. Cook and stir ground beef until brown; drain and set aside. Mix sour cream, mayonnaise, cheese and onion, set aside.
2. Stir baking mix and water to a soft dough.
3. Pat dough in greased oblong pan, 13x9x2 inches, pressing dough 1/2 inch up sides of pan.
4. Layer ground beef, tomatoes and green pepper, spoon sour cream mixture over top. If you like, sprinkle with paprika.
5. Bake 25 to 30 minutes or until edges of dough are light brown. Makes 10 servings.
10 servings?? This explains why this always had leftovers.
I like that the recipe suggests for the "full Mexican supper", add shredded lettuce and chopped tomatoes, fresh fruit, and cold beer. I always think of Mexico when I consume fresh fruit and cold beer.
My mother now modifies the recipe, putting in much less sour cream and mayo, and substitutes yogurt (as if this dish could get any worse). I think she also now uses ground chicken instead of ground beef, for even less flavor. But! She said its healthier now that she tops it with crumbled Lime Tostitos. (That's a direct quote--I can't make this stuff up.)
I can't bring myself to make this in order to take a picture of it. Its just too gross. So I had my mother make it and take a picture.
Princess has been giving Peter a hard time lately...basically, if Peter is doing something, Princess is right there two seconds later to rip it out of his hands or push him out of the way. She is completely undistractable---she MUST do whatever Peter is doing at that very moment. Peter is probably the best kid I've ever seen in terms of sharing---he just lets her have it and says "Princess's turn!" He is such a sweetie.
On my way to AC Moore (a craft store) today, I was singing along to "Band of Gold," and got to thinking about the lyrics.
We kissed after taking vows
That night on our honeymoon
We stayed in separate rooms
I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness filled with gloom
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before
Um...why did he leave? Was he impotent--"love me like you tried before"? Why were they in separate rooms after getting married? Can someone explain this song to me? (I have a long history of misinterpreting song lyrics, so feel free to tell me if I'm totally missing an obvious point. My sisters can refrain from mocking me, I'm only taking taunting from internet strangers today.)
We walked into AC Moore and I jumped about a foot, because I thought this was real:
This morning I went to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned. I have a wee bit of a dentist phobia. I cannot stand the sonic scaler. Its like listening to nails on a chalkboard continuously an inch from my ear, it makes me feel like this:
So, repeat after me.....I do NOT need new curtains, I do NOT need new curtains....even though I REALLY WANT THEM.
I am so...meh...over my living room. I have a stupid purple sofa that I hate, a red leather club chair that is quite nice but seems to dictate the entire design, and a light blue FLOR tile rug that is...eh, ok. Not quite what I wanted.
You might have seen the first version of a post I did today, one that had a mildly funny story about Buzz Lightyear and a picture of poop on my carpet....but apparently pictures of poop are declasse and some people get offended by that sort of thing (who knew?), so I took it down. One more reason to feel self-conscious this week!
To make amends, I give you Buzz Lightyear. Peter is thrilled with himself in this outfit and has repeatedly asked that I go to Target and buy him the wings so he can fly. I am afraid he is taking that literally.
1. Peter just told me "You're wearing a very pretty costume." I'm wearing a sundress and we are not British. Based on yesterday's criticisms, I'm debating changing my outfit.
2. The fourteen month old Princess now has an opinion on what is good tv. Super Why and Word World--good. Thomas the Train---sucks. Thomas involves screaming and hand-flapping until the channel is changed. Peter and Greg each get to pick a show, usually based expressly on what the other is screaming he does NOT want to watch. Now I have to add Princess to the mix? She hasn't quite gotten the concept of taking turns for a 22 minute show yet.
3. Greg has started off every morning this week with "Four more days till I can stay home? Three more days till I can stay home? Two more days till I can stay home?" Five years old seems a little young to be thinking about working for the weekend.
4. I think Princess needs a purse:
This morning I dressed in a long-ish flowy black skirt with a maroon sleeveless top. I think I look normal and nondescript, kind of mom-ish. I see nothing out of the ordinary in my appearance.
Greg and I walk to school on a picturesque footpath between neighbhorhoods. Its a nice walk,it meanders through a small park, and there are usually lots of kids walking to school and commuters headed to the bridge.
This morning, as we walked through the park, two older ladies out for a brisk morning constitutional cut around us, and both glanced back at me as they cut around. I heard "skirt looks like some kind of jersey material" as they kept going. They both glanced back again twice as they kept going. I think they were looking at my skirt? Maybe?
They kept walking, and at the end of the block, crossed the street and turned back, walking towards us but on the opposite side of the block. They stared at me the whole time.
Whatever. I dropped Greg off at school. No one stared at me. I walked back home the same way I came.
At almost exactly the same spot in the park, I passed a group of four women. Two of them facing me glanced up, did a "oh!" sort of double-take, then started laughing and giggling, and all of them turned and stared at me as I walked by. There was a flurry of conversation. Since I don't speak Korean (a major impediment to making friends in this town), I have no idea what they were laughing about.
What the hell? I have snot on my shirt from where Greg used my shirt as a hanky to wipe his tears at school, but other than that I do not see anything out of the ordinary about my appearance. My hair looks fine, there's no spinach in my teeth, I did not become disfigured between the front door and the park.
I feel a bit self-conscious. And I'm thinking of changing my outfit before I go pick Greg up.
We signed Greg up for in-town soccer this year. I had my doubts about this---last year when we moved here I signed him up for karate, and that was a fiasco of epic proportions. Plus, the whole going to kindergarten thing has been a bit stressful and this is yet another new activity. I wasn't sure he was ready for another sport, but we decided to try.
It has been ok. The coach is a nice guy, the team is small, and Greg likes to kick the ball. Greg is not so much excited about the whole "take your turn" thing, he likes to be the one kicking the ball all the time (not a team player, hmm, wonder where he gets that from?), but all in all, it seems like a success.
Ever wonder what stay at home moms do? Sit around and eat bonbons? Put the crap in scrapbooking? Whip up organic gourmet meals that their children eat with gusto? (Hint: that's not my life. Especially not the cooking part.)
I'm guest blogging today over at The Domestic Wannabe for Ashley's "Day in the Life" series....check out my minute by minute account of a typical day in my life. (Very few bonbons included. I prefer cookies.)
I have finally gotten around to refinishing my the chinoiserie chairs I got off craigslist a few months ago.
Here is one of the chairs in all its dingy yellow glory. It was a weird paint treatment...not quite glazed, but sort of a yellow wash over white paint....almost like the color something would get if it sat in the home of a smoker for forty years.