The Crazy Suburban Mom: 2011-01-30

Monday, February 7, 2011

The Superbowl


I've posted about my partner's mom, Mongo several times; that's a picture of her making notes in one of the community cookbooks she gave me.  When she moved to a nursing home they are one of the many things she gave up.  We used to pull them out on weekends and go through them. I hope that made her happy;  I know it made me happy.

 Mongo passed away last night with her family around her.  She'd been in the hospital since Friday but then she'd been in the hospital most days since November.

Mongo really loved football.  Now, maybe it's hard to imagine an 81-year-old woman  tuning in to a Jets game but here's the thing: If you happened to be in a New Jersey nursing home during the last two years and heard a gray-haired lady cheering a two point conversion you just met Mongo.

  She wanted to see the Jets play in the Superbowl but when they got knocked out she was rooting for The Green Bay Packers.

Mongo slept all of yesterday and finally we all left about five. 

The game was on at home but to be honest I dozed on and off.  We were all pretty exhausted.  The thing is  after The Packers won, and I mean right after.  Not when they were getting The Lombardi Trophy but after the actual win was obvious to all and Gatorade was flowing Mongo's nurse called and said we should come in.

It was as if she waited... Or something.  I don't know how to explain it.  I know Green Bay had a lot of fans rooting for them last night but I think they might just have had a special one they knew nothing about.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

New Jersey Sunday Assorted

One of the things I love about New Jersey is...

004 don't have to go very far...

053 feel...

Long Narrow Trees

as if you've gone someplace completely different.

Cape May, NJ Dunes

I love that, I really do.


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

smack me with a shovel and call me a fish stick

Woke up this morning to - No! Fooled you! Not the daily Winter Storm Warning I've come to know and love but something new and different.

Why it's an An Ice Storm Warning.

Well, smack me with a shovel and call me a fish stick, I thought snow was a giant pain.  Yet another useful a lesson from The Universe reminding me - Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.  

So Universe, Thank you so very much for not covering NJ with snow this morning and in the future I will be more specific.

In case you live where it's warm and sunny are are yukking it up about my misfortune with The Universe here is how Weatherdotcom describes an ice storm.


(They suggest that ) TRAVEL ( is)  DANGEROUS OR IMPOSSIBLE. (and)  IF I MUST TRAVEL... (I should) KEEP AN EXTRA FLASHLIGHT... FOOD (and I don't think they mean the onion rings under my car seat)... AND WATER IN YOUR VEHICLE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.

 I've decided to breath deeply and take the artistic approach.


Ginger however ...


...finds nothing remotely artistic about it and she's up to, well frankly, everywhere with this winter.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Let me extrapolate

I mentioned subscribing to Good Housekeeping Magazine yesterday in my Crazy Suburban Mom 2010 Favorites but I wanted to give you an example of why I love it so - and yeah, why you should subscribe.  I really, really think so and no.  No one is paying me or subscribing me for free. 

This is the wall beside my stove and tacked up is a page from Good Housekeeping.

The current magazine has a big cooking focus and Whoopdeedo!  I was all over it like a woman on a family-sized bowl of pasta who'd been low carbing for six months.  You can check part of it (  Cook Like a Chef  ) at their site.  I've ripped out those pages already; actually I've ripped out so many the magazine looks a lot like packing material but this is what I wanted to show you ...


That's hanging on my wall  and I know, impossible to see.  Here's a close up of the money shot.

It says, How to make a perfect sauce,  but it's really a template for a metric butt ton of perfect pantry recipes.  Think about it...   Do the first, move to the second, then number three... Buy the time you get to the end .... You have dinner.  Which is what I did last night.


I have no pictures.  After I tasted it, and tasted it again I was pretty much, No way, did I make this - Let me try that again.  It was all over. I added a squeeze of lemon at the end because I didn't have wine and with the  sherry it needed something acidy to brighten it up.

This template is perfection in six steps using only what I had rotting in my fridge way back behind the yogurt, east of Gdansk.  Not that that's a pretty thought but you know what I mean.

Oh! And hey! I cooked the chicken in a pan I could put into the oven so it was a one pot dinner. This was really, really good.  Nay! Très supérieure because only French captures how good it was...

Plus it couldn't be easier or more customizable based on what's about to turn green and die (Unless it's already green in which case it will turn brown and ooze) back in the scary reaches of your fridge. This will stay on my wall forever.

Or at least until it's etched forever in my mind.


The make up winner is....

Lin of Duck and Wheel with String  and oh!  I think she will be excited, I know Ginger was!

Lin email me your address so you and the Hobbster can be eyeshadowing the night away soon!


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