7 lbs of beefy goodness
Out of the bag
Sans 2 lbs of fat and silver skin
7 steaks, Chain and little roast.
Behold my beautiful Loin
Ever since I watched the "Tender is the Loin 1" episode of Good Eats I've been wanting to try my hand at a tenderloin. With our friends Tracy and Matt coming over for dinner I had the excuse to go get my Pismo and go to work.
7 lbs of beefy goodness
Out of the bag
Sans 2 lbs of fat and silver skin
7 steaks, Chain and little roast.
7 lbs of beefy goodness Out of the bag Sans 2 lbs of fat and silver skin 7 steaks, Chain and little roast.
Dinner: 12Aug08 Split Pea Chicken
This meal is a couple of mistakes piled upon each other. It began with the Chicken. We have come to love the Foster Farms chickens that come in the plastic wrap 6-pack. They are vacuum packed so we just throw them into the freezer and pull out as many as necessary as needed. Each pack has about 3 thighs (although we occasionally get only 2), which is a good portion for us. Anyway, the last time I was at our favorite warehouse membership store I looked into the coffin cooler, saw the word "Thighs" and grabbed a package. It was only last night as I pulled out two packages that I noticed that these were "Boneless, Skinless" thighs, and not the usual bone-in, skin-on that we usually like. Mistake number 1. The second mistake was that the previous night when I started thinking about what to make for dinner, the missus pulled a bag of split peas out of the pantry and suggested I use them. I'm pretty sure she said Split-peas, but for some reason I googled "Chicken Lentil." After some searching I came upon a recipe that sounded pretty good. All the recipes kept on talking about red lentils or brown lentils, but never mentioned green lentils. Undaunted, I carried on.
The recipe didn't call for bacon, but what recipe isn't better with Bacon? So I started with two rashers (I love that word) of bacon, chopped. Once the bacon browned and released its fat, I fished them out and browned half the chicken, about 4 minutes each side. I fished out the first batch and then browned the second.
After the chicken was done, I browned one large onion, chopped thin and then two small carrots, also chopped thin. When they were nice and soft, I threw in 2 cloves of minced garlic and stirred for about 30 seconds before adding one can of chicken broth and about 1 cup of the split peas that I had been soaking in warm water. I brought that to a boil and then simmered for about 25 minutes.
I then added the chicken, bacon and accumulated juices, along with some Cumin, Basil and a can of diced tomatoes. I wanted this to thicken a bit so I simmered, uncovered for about a half an hour. Season with Salt and Pepper and voila. The result was a chicken stew of sorts. I served with some slices of crusty bread and mashed potatoes. This would probably be better on a cold winters night but wasn't bad for a summer dinner.
Goodbye old Friend
When we came home from Japan I found that my rubber band ball of nearly 10 years had succumbed to the evils of Ultraviolet radiation. As you can see, many of the outer rubber bands disintegrated, leaving a real mess on top of my desk. Unlike some who start with a tennis ball, that was pure rubber band through and through. Sadly the ball has moved on to the rubber band ball heaven, wherever that is. We will miss you.
Watermelon anyone?
On our last day in Japan we made a quick trip out for some last-minutes shopping. On our way down one of myriad of subway corridors we came across this watermelon. For a mere 420,000 yen (approx. $400) you could have this beaut. Now I like watermelon, but for $400, this better be the best damn watermelon I ever (and will ever) taste.
Future Indicator?
Hopefully this is no indication of my son's future. Here he is practicing his up-against-the-wall stance, ready for the frisking. Maybe it is fitting because already I'm thinking his middle name is T-R-O-U-B-L-E. H is pulling himself up to, and pushing against, everything these days. His favorites right now are the Fridge and the door pictured here.
8 months
Where has the time gone? Yesterday was H's 8 month birthday. Only 8 months and already he has 3 strollers and a backpack carrier. How many modes of transportation does this guy need? It's been an amazing 8 months. I wouldn't trade them for anything. Every time I pick him up and look at him I just can't believe he's going to grow up to become a walking, talking sentient being.
You know you're a parent when ...
You take the piece of apple that your baby has been gnawing on for the last five minutes and eat it even though it is covered in his drool.
Photos
An artsy-fartsy black and white pic of the H-man.
This used to be our dining room, but it was invaded by a bunch of mats and baby furniture.Boys Day
Here is a picture of the boys and the flag pole for Boys Day. May 5th is Children's day in Japan. It used to be Boys' day and Girls' Day used to be March 3rd but they combined the holidays some time back. Anyway in Japan you are supposed to fly a Carp wind sock for each family member. So there is the Daddy Carp (Black), Mommy Carp (red) and baby carp (blue). The kit that was given to us is meant to be attached to some metal fence but since we don't have a metal fence I spent a good part of the day looking for some way to plant the flag pole. Pain in my a**. But since someone took the time and trouble to get us the set and cart it all the way back from Japan it was the least I could do. Besides, once I got everything set up it was pretty neat to look at. H was facinated by the socks blowing in the wind.
Two pics
The other day we were wondering what our son would look like if he decided to become a Hasidic Jew. Now we know.
Here is H getting his first taste of rice cereal.Remembering two amazing people.
Today is the 4oth anniversary of MLK's assassination. There is no question that he was one of the great orators of American history. This morning on NPR I heard the story of the speech Robert F. Kennedy's gave that day in Indianapolis to a largely black audience. The police advised him against making the speech and even refused to give Kennedy a police escort. That he decided to go anyway and the speech he gave was amazing. I don't know how long it took him to prepare the speech but witnesses say that he didn't look down once while giving it.
I can only hope that H, who turns 5 months today, will grow up to be half as accomplished and eloquent as either one of these people.
I can only hope that H, who turns 5 months today, will grow up to be half as accomplished and eloquent as either one of these people.
For your consideration...
Apparently some people actually bookmarked this blog and check it occasionally for new content. Rather than type a lot, I'll depend on that whole "picture is worth a thousand words" cliche and just give you a picture of H sporting a new hat.
-tmo
If there was any doubt
This is proof beyond a doubt that H is my son. Just 4 months old and he's already trying to get at the booze. Almost brought a tear to my eye.LIke Father, Like Son
OK, it may not look like it here, but H's feet look a lot like mine. His toes are shaped a lot like mine. Of course, T says that his feet don't smell like mine, but it's only a matter of time.
Go see the Doctor
When you think about it, where is the last place you want to be when you, or your baby, are sick? In a room full of other sick people. But there we were, sitting in the ER surrounded by other sick children. The ones with the bandaged extremities didn't worry me, but the kids with the green snot oozing from their noses were particularly worrisome.
Being Sunday we really didn't have many other choices. Our baby had a cold and was wheezing and the nurse told us to go to the ER. Luckily we live in a city that has a Children's hospital that is not too far away. Because it's a children's hospital and because it is not really centrally located, the ER is not packed with people who don't have insurance and are using the ER as their primary medical caregiver. That's the good part. The bad part is that you have to look at sick children. It breaks your heart to see little babies in obvious distress and discomfort.
Lucky for us, H just has a cold and should be fine. Granted, spending three hours in the ER is not an ideal way to spend your Sunday, but thankfully it was just 3 hours and not overnight or worse. Plus I scored some free syringes.
Being Sunday we really didn't have many other choices. Our baby had a cold and was wheezing and the nurse told us to go to the ER. Luckily we live in a city that has a Children's hospital that is not too far away. Because it's a children's hospital and because it is not really centrally located, the ER is not packed with people who don't have insurance and are using the ER as their primary medical caregiver. That's the good part. The bad part is that you have to look at sick children. It breaks your heart to see little babies in obvious distress and discomfort.
Lucky for us, H just has a cold and should be fine. Granted, spending three hours in the ER is not an ideal way to spend your Sunday, but thankfully it was just 3 hours and not overnight or worse. Plus I scored some free syringes.
You know you're a parent when ...
A "fun" night out on Saturday is a room with 13 babies and thier parents.
Last night we had a class reunion for our parenting class. 13 of the 15 couples came out with their kids to a little show and tell. H was one of the oldest babies at 11 weeks and the youngest was only 4 weeks. The smallest baby was 5 lbs. 7 oz. and the biggest (also the youngest) was 9 lbs. 9 oz. All the babies were adorable and parents were in various states of sleep deprivation.
Wierd dream
I don't normally remember my dreams but this morning I had a very odd one.
I was driving around but couldn't remember where I lived. In the dream I was in college because I remember thinking to myself that it was Sunday so the housing office wouldn't be open to help me. And then I stumbled upon a friend and I remembered that I lived close to him. So I went up to him to ask him where I lived but he was a total stoner who was in no condition to help me. The funny thing is that in real life this guy was the farthest thing from a stoner. At the end of the dream I was walking around the neighborhood trying to find my house.
Any dream interpreters out there who knows what it means?
I was driving around but couldn't remember where I lived. In the dream I was in college because I remember thinking to myself that it was Sunday so the housing office wouldn't be open to help me. And then I stumbled upon a friend and I remembered that I lived close to him. So I went up to him to ask him where I lived but he was a total stoner who was in no condition to help me. The funny thing is that in real life this guy was the farthest thing from a stoner. At the end of the dream I was walking around the neighborhood trying to find my house.
Any dream interpreters out there who knows what it means?
Our first night out
T and I had our first night out alone since the baby arrived. For those of you counting, that's 10.5 weeks. Not so bad considering we bumped into some acquaintances who were out for only their second time since the birth of their child 9 months ago.
We attended Teatro Zinzanni (http://www.zinzanni.org/). For those of you in the area, it's a great night of dinner theater. Of the 3 or 4 shows I've attended, I think this was one of their better productions.
Surprisingly I was not a nervous wreck and managed to enjoy myself. I did check my cell phone a half a dozen times during the night just to make sure I didn't miss a call, but Q is an able babysitter so I was able to sit back and enjoy dinner and the show.
We attended Teatro Zinzanni (http://www.zinzanni.org/). For those of you in the area, it's a great night of dinner theater. Of the 3 or 4 shows I've attended, I think this was one of their better productions.
Surprisingly I was not a nervous wreck and managed to enjoy myself. I did check my cell phone a half a dozen times during the night just to make sure I didn't miss a call, but Q is an able babysitter so I was able to sit back and enjoy dinner and the show.
Don't do it!!!
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080116/wr_nm/britain_facebook_dc_2
" LONDON (Reuters) - The makers of word game Scrabble have asked Facebook to remove its popular online version "Scrabulous," which they say infringes their copyright."
That would be a sad day.
" LONDON (Reuters) - The makers of word game Scrabble have asked Facebook to remove its popular online version "Scrabulous," which they say infringes their copyright."
That would be a sad day.
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