Everyone is happy that Matthew is visiting from Zagreb. He’s either playing the guitar or the piano, telling big brother-little brother stories to his nephews as they fall off to sleep or trying to beat Mark’s Father-in-Law Donald at 360XBox College Football. He helps wash the dishes and keeps us laughing and entertained.
Here are some Matthew moments for the blog followers in Croatia, wondering why he isn’t on the blog!
I hope to get a photo with him before he leaves. We’ll see. It feels good to have everyone together, even for a short time.
Singing the Christmas Blues – Erika’s Mom Marlene on the floor by the tree
Christmas morning. He likes his new hat, fresh off the needles.
When we were working on the Awkward Photos
And Matthew wasn’t keen on being the main feature of the blog. So here is one more photo of the grandchildren on Christmas Eve to share the post.
Second of a series. Beanie Weenies was (were?) the first.
Comfort food as the days get shorter and the temp outside dipped down to 12.
Our systems are still adjusting to the cold and urge to crawl into a cave and hibernate.
My kitchen back door window looked like this after I made a cup of tea.
so I boiled some noodles
Buttered a retro baking dish I bought at a thrift shop in Wisconsin one summer
I crumbled some saltines and cut in some butter and put the mixture to the side
and then I opened some cans
Yes, a new low point in the culinary department around here.
Tuna Noodle Casserole coming up! Comfort food series part two.
Freshly ground pepper will give it some zip!
BTW, you just mix the drained noodles into the soup mixture combined with an almost- can of milk oh and add the tuna.
Here it is baking in the oven.
Thanks to Steve there was a head of ICEBERG lettuce. Oil and vinegar just didn’t fit
Found an almost empty jar of mayo and added some ketchup and chopped up bread and butter pickles and served a slug of lettuce on a glass plate, topped with dressing.
The casserole browned nicely.
I miss you Mom.
Low thirties temperature makes me want to make soup or chili, some sort of stew. And devour it, too.
A pot of something simmering on a low flame, creating a welcoming aroma when you enter the house.
Dinner was chili and beans with a side of brown rice on the adjacent burner. It’s time to pull out that Cold-Weather Cooking cookbook that my sister uses (author Sarah Leah Chase).
Tonight I used grass fed beef, sauteéd with organic onion and garlic from my brother in Okanogan Washington. Last weekend , I’d replaced my chili powder with a new glass jar of organic chili powder.
Earlier today a friend had posted an article about the 8 Foods Experts Won’t Eat and I remembered the article and got worried about the canned tomatoes (I used the Fire Roasted Muir Glen Organic Crushed Tomatoes) and wondered if the acidity of the tomatoes had leached the can lining into them but ate the chili anyway. Not sure if they use liner with BPA in it or not. I read they have a non GMO commitment so surely they don’t line their cans with the bad stuff.
You could lose your appetite if you think about things deeply.
What is safe to eat these days? Is there any way to totally avoid the pesticides, preservatives, additives and harmful chemicals and the genetic modification nightmare?
It was Steve’s idea that we should try the new Japanese Restaurant. He brought home a menu that said Grand Opening.
Turns out it opened at least a year ago, but they had a lot of menus printed up with that on the front.
So we headed over for dinner on Saturday night. A clear soup, salad, Steak Hibachi with vegetables and rice added up to $13-
The food was fresh, nicely prepared and delicious.
The server told us there was a bad review on YELP but I checked it out and they are mostly favorable, especially about their Sushi.
Lunchtime meals are about 6 bucks. Really reasonable.
It ‘s a BYOB but we had no B to bring tonight. We are planning a return trip to explore the menu. It’s in the Italian section of the city, Bloomfield.
iPhone shots of the exterior and my dinner below.
And butter! Erika, Anna, Maura and I ate out one Friday night at The Lakes. Good etiquette training, too. The “boys” were at a Cleveland Indians game.
My friend J cooked a bday dinner for me the other night and I was checking out her garden. Everything so lush and green. Stunning lilies blooming. J shows me what is a weed and what is not. When she splits her perennials I will plant them in my garden. The plants might not be too happy about the move to my place, though. Her clothesline jumped out at me and I thought of sheets hung on the line and how quickly things dry in the summer. The refreshing scent of the sunshine. I didn’t stay late enough but when it gets dark she has a fish pond and glass orb that lights up so have to plan a return trip. J is an excellent cook, too as you can see by the dinner on the table below. A nice summer evening. Thanks J.
Oven fried chicken, red skinned mashed, zucchini, mixed greens with balsamic and olive oil, sliced peaches with a lemon squeezed on them, chocolate Truffles from Betsy Ann Chocolates(courtesy of Vincie)and corn on the cob that James’ parents grew in Ohio, butter and salt and pepper. It was a summer dinner. Two of my three grown children home accompanied by their significant other. Happy mother.