Annie Kournikova? Nah.

Years ago when Jamie and I were planning our honeymoon trip, we made a deal: Jamie would learn to scuba dive, and I would learn to play tennis. Because hey, what’s nicer than embracing your partner’s passion?

I went straight out and bought a cute white tennis dress in which, with my hair pulled back in a pony, I vaguely resembled Anna Kournikova. I loved it, because I felt amazing in it. I got some white-soled Stan Smiths and a racquet, and I gingerly packed away my tennis gear.

I did not, however, pursue any sort of instruction in how to actually play tennis.

I felt awfully guilty, of course, since Jamie and his dad were faithfully attending classes, taking tests, diving in a quarry, and procuring expensive gear in order to fulfill his end of the deal.

Like a student without her homework, I ruminated on how to get through a few tennis episodes without admitting that I’d blown off our deal. Fortune was in my favor, because it was searingly hot most afternoons, and we were diving every morning. I thought I might get away with it.

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Mr. & Mrs. Bond, James Bond.

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“Shall we play a little tennis this afternoon?”

The moment of truth came to pass on our fifth day of the trip, when I donned my sporty outfit and faced my husband from across the net. Again and again, I whiffed, missed, dropped, and overshot. We got sore backs and legs from running to retrieve all the flying balls, and Jamie apologized on my behalf to the couple playing in the adjacent court at least four times.

Because it was our honeymoon, and I looked adorable, and my husband is a forgiving soul, he laughed it off and we went out for a drink.

Over the years since, Jamie’s taken an occasional lesson, played with a few friends, and watched tennis in person and on TV.  But he hasn’t had a regular partner, until now.

To Jamie’s delight, our sons have asked to take tennis lessons.  So far they love it, and Jamie is beaming.

But if anyone want to play doubles, I’d better seek professional help.  At least I still have the outfit.

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Come and get it, breakfast edition

When I was growing up, my mother maneuvered, organized, and stretched like Elastic-man himself to hold family dinners every night. Granted, there were rare occasions when one or more of us would miss the event, but it was clearly a family priority.

These days, I find myself underachieving in the family meal scenario. My husband is finishing out coursework toward a master’s degree, I have work events and tutoring clients, and even our kids are busy.  As much as I keep planning and trying to make family dinners happen, we’re eating separately more often than we’d like.

But you know what? EVERYBODY is home at quarter to six in the morning. “Family breakfast” has being going on strong for two weeks now, and it’s exactly what our team needed. We’re talking together, enjoying one another, and feeling terrific about our upcoming days at school.

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before all the magic

Every night before bed, I set the table. (I’m already gearing up mise en place for tomorrow’s lunches, so it’s no big whoop.) Then I gently wake the kids up after walking the dog but before getting dressed – this is the preliminary rousing. Then I wake the kids up again after I shower and dress. (My husband dresses while I’m walking the dog, and the kids are already dressed, because they’re not pajama folks.)

We all come together at the table and have breakfast. I concede that “breakfast” has meant cereal and coffee so far, but I’m not far off from being able to fire up pancakes or eggs. Probably by next month.  (And now I’m remembering Rose from So I Married an Axe Murderer – “We didn’t have those other things.”)

Of course, we continue to strive for more family dinners. But this quiet, happy time together at breakfast before we go out to face the world is a beautiful, calming investment in our happiness.

I highly recommend it.

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Annie want wing-y

This morning, I was stirring the iced tea that I brewed before putting it into the fridge to chill.

“Can I help you with that, Vickie, please?”

One of the joy-wrending aspects of my relationship with my husband is that he, too, lives his life alluding to movies, shows, and songs. After sixteen years together, we don’t even notice it much anymore, except when we simultaneously quote the same line, which happens about thrice a fortnight. When we’re around our families and friends, folks often tell us we’re meant for each other.  Indeed, we found each other.

As we’re watching football this afternoon, I’m frying up some hot wings because,”Tommy want wing-y!”

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Of course, our allusions are characterized by our viewing histories and preferences, and they depend upon our connections to our experiences. Here are some examples of the other quotations we’ve thrown down this week:

  • “She works hard for the money, eh eh, eh eh.” (My husband, referring to our first week back to school)
  • “…decroded piece of crap!” (Me, referring to laptop while attempting to set up the shiny new document camera I’m using next week)
  • “If you need me, just give me a holler. I’ll be upstairs, asleep.” (every. single. night.)
  • “I don’t mind stealing bread…” (while making lunches)
  • “Have some bread!” (also while making lunches)
  • “…that wife of his..”  (with regard to anyone’s wife)
  • “After you shower, of course.”  “Of course.”
  • “We can talk, or not talk, for hours.”
  • “You can trouble me for a nice glass of shut-the-hell-up.”  ( always follows a top-up of coffee)
  • “Pool or pond.”   (headed to the pool with the kids)
  • “I’ve got my little secrets.  Little secrets.”
  • “Is there gas in the car?”

Hey, it’s not everyone’s “bag, baby,” but it’s how we roll.  And when one of our little nuggets reacts to some spilled juice with, “well, that’s a shame,” I smile at the legacy.  Also, they’re “really, really, ridiculously good-looking.”

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If you could have a cat-sized pet dinosaur…

Several years ago, I had a vivid dream in which colorful, miniature, tame dinosaurs walked about. It was as delightful as it sounds, and I was fairly disappointed to wake up to the reality that, of course, people cannot have tiny dino-pets.

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Still, one can imagine, right?

I asked my husband what sort he’d have.

“A T-Rex, absolutely.”

“Really? Don’t you think a cat-sized stegosaurus would be awesome?”

“Well, sure, of course, but that wasn’t your question. If I had to choose one, I’d definitely choose a T-Rex, definitely.  I mean, come on.  It’d be so boss.”

“Yeah, it would be cool, roaring around with his tiny arms.”

I’m still deciding.

How about you? If you could have a mini dinosaur as a pet, what kind would you have, and why?

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“The Summer of Mixed Drinks”

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peach mojito

Back in June, I was chatting online with a college friend, and I declared that this summer would be the “summer of mixed drinks.” I tend to be a dry white wine kind of girl – sauvignon blanc, torrontes, unoaked chardonnay – but I do love the over-the-top, celebratory experience of a fancy drink. As I typed out the words to my friend, I began imagining all of the recipes I’d try, create, and enjoy in the steamy months of summer respite.

Yeah, big ole FAIL.

I’m staring down staff week in 6 days, and I have not concocted a single beverage worthy of a garnish. The last mixed drink I made was green sangria back in March. What happened? How can this be?!

It pains me to admit this truth, but the fault lies in my own audacity. Although I decreed that this would be the “summer of mixed drinks,” there was no goal or plan. I thought I could just say it, and then it would fall into place.

I failed to establish a SMART goal: specific, measurable, achievement-oriented, realistic, and time-bound. (Actually, depending upon what school system or business you ask, those letters might alternatively stand for criteria such as strategic, achievable, rigorous, research-based, etc.)

Whatever.  The point is, I disengaged entirely from my process mindset, and I lost sight of one of my summer goals for joy as a result.

And I can’t believe the irony.

My friend has been gracious enough not to call me out on the fact that I have dropped the fancy drink ball. (Darn nice of her, too.) But I can’t live with it. I feel like a flaky, under-achieving heel. I need to redeem myself, lest this become the “summer of NO mixed drinks.”

Tonight, I’m making these peach mojitos. We’re having fajitas and making the whole scene festive and delicious.

Lesson learned.

Cheers!

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She’s making a list…

Earlier this spring, I read The Checklist Manifesto: How to Get Things Right by Atul Gawande.  My brother recommended it to me, and I really “drank the Kool-Aid,” as they say.  I’ve been considering checklists in all areas of my life: at home, at school, for my kids, etc.  Now that we’re staring down a new school year, I’m particularly juiced about checklists.

My newest checklist is a complicated one, containing several moments of required discussion among my family members.  Because simplicity is essential to success, I’m still refining this Getting Ready for School list, streamlining it to improve efficiency and accuracy.  And interestingly, this checklist requires the generation of several straight-up lists (of the non-check variety.)

To explain, let me first say that my children are fascinating, creative, brilliant, energetic, passionate boys, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about who they are.  That said, they are not exactly “typical” children.  We need an inordinate amount of structure in our home in order to accomplish ordinary, daily tasks.  (Executive function is slim around here.)  And my younger son wrestles with sensory concerns that impact his eating.  Smells and textures are particularly overwhelming to my little guy, and the list of foods he will eat is minuscule.

For the past two years, he has been attending a tiny school where he had access to a microwave.  So I’ve been able to pack chicken, bacon, or pizza in his lunch.  But this fall, he’s headed to our neighborhood public school, which has a standard cafeteria situation – no microwave.  So we’re making a multi-categoried list of foods (that he will actually eat) that can be ready for consumption using ordinary lunch containers.  (As an aside, I totally lust after those PlanetBox containers, but I can’t bring myself to throw down that kind of money on something I don’t genuinely need, and I wonder how well it keeps foods hot.)

Here’s what we’ve got so far:

  • Proteins and main dishes – almonds, chicken (if I can get a container that keeps it warm,) “cupcakes” which are actually muffins in which I have hidden Greek yogurt and pulverized fruits or vegetables
  • Breads and carbs – granola bars, pretzels, chips, corn nuts, popcorn, cereal
  • Fruits and vegetables – apples
  • Drinks – water, juice, milk

That’s it.

"Look, honey, he's eating something!"

“Look, honey, he’s eating something!”

I’d love some suggestions about containers that work well for transporting hot foods, containers for milk that don’t leak (for the cereal thing) and food options.  So please comment with your wisdom and creativity.  And I’m always looking for reading suggestions.  (Check out my recent reads here.)

Best wishes to all of you who are embarking upon a fresh school year!

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Penne Rosa with Italian Sausage

I’ve been home from my trip for almost two weeks now, but I’m still recovering from the awkward dessert encounter at the college cafeteria.  Therefore, we’ve been making lean meals around here.  However, I’m jonesing for some carbs at this point, so we cooked this tasty meal last night.  I was inspired by this recipe by Cassie Johnston because it looked so amazing I could almost smell the photo.

It was totally worth it.

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Penne Rosa with Italian Sausage

  • 4 hot Italian sausage links
  • 1/4 cup wine (whatever you’re drinking – red would be nice, but white works, too)
  • 8 ounces white mushrooms, sliced
  • 4 cloves of garlic, minced
  • 5 cups baby spinach
  • 16 ounces penne
  • 6 ounces plain Greek yogurt
  • 2 – 3 cups tomato basil sauce (depending on how “saucy” you like it)
  • 1 cup diced tomatoes (fresh or canned, no judgment)
  • shredded parmesan
  • salt & pepper
  1. Remove casings from the sausage; fry over medium heat.
  2. Meanwhile, prepare the pasta according to the directions.
  3. Remove the sausage from the pan and place onto a plate of paper towels.
  4. Deglaze the pan with the wine, scraping all the delicious bits from the bottom.
  5. Simmer the mushrooms in the pan, remove and add to sausage.  At this point, it may be wise to move the whole scene into a larger bowl and throw out the paper towels.
  6. Sauté the spinach and garlic for two minutes; remove, add to sausage and mushrooms, and remove the pan from heat.  You’re all done with that one.
  7. Drain pasta.
  8. Using the now empty pasta pot, simmer your sauce: mix the tomato basil sauce with the yogurt, add the tomatoes, salt and pepper to taste, and mix in everything you set aside earlier.    Simmer for about 2 minutes.
  9. Mix your pasta back into the pot.  Let everything return to bubbly and enticing, then serve with generous sprinklings of parmesan.

 

 

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“Tsk, tsk.”

Earlier this week, I had the privilege of traveling with rising juniors and seniors to several college campuses as a part of a program supporting families whose first generation will go to college.  It was an enormous undertaking for the administrators in charge, and I was pleased to go along for the ride.  (Read about my interview for this job here.)  We took 60 kids, 11 adults, and 2 tour buses, and we visited 3 schools, staying overnight in the dorms of a real university.  I packed shower shoes, of course.

It was a fantastic trip.  As I finished packing the night before, my husband put me in the college spirit by playing the soundtrack of our college years (listed in reverse alphabetical order): Warren G and Nate Dogg, UB40, Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden, Salt-N-Pepa, Pearl Jam, Boyz II Men, Beck, Ace of Base … all the early 90s music that transports me back to those glorious, carefree days a generation ago.

I zipped up my 25-year-old floral Laura Ashley duffle, stuffed with four days worth of clothes, towels, sheets, and my Hoos blanket.  I was ready.

I’m not going to try to summarize the trip, because I couldn’t do it justice.  Suffice it to say that we all learned, grew, and changed, and I’m enormously thankful to have been a part of such a powerful experience for these students.

We did have our Griswold situations, however.  Like when the power went out in the campus library right before our college essay work session. Or when one school tour took two hours (100% longer than anticipated) and was immediately followed by a financial aid information session in which the speaker consistently referred to FAFSA as “fassfa” and many of our kids nodded off to sleep.  My favorite choice moments of the trip involved eating in the cafeteria, however.

I’m gonna lay it out there: the food was as disappointing as it was back when I was in school.  This was a different college, and many years later, but I guess some things are universal.  Anyway, I ended up subsisting on salad and dessert, for the most part.  The second night on campus, following the aforementioned info session, I decided to try my hand at the soft serve machine.  (Back in the day, I made perfect spirals with curlicue tips due to my substantial ice cream / frozen yogurt shop experience.)

“Tsk, tsk!  You sure you wanna do that?”

I turned around to see a tall, dark, and in no way handsome man smiling at me, displaying his seven or eight teeth.

“Oh, I love soft ice cream.  Why?  Is it not good?”  I inquired.

“Naw it’s good, but what will your HUHHHHZband say?”  he chuckled and winked disconcertingly.

What?!?  Wait.  What is happening?  Did that guy just insult my size?  And why is my husband involved here?  Did I time travel or something?  Permission for dessert?  My head is exploding…

I looked at him sideways, and as I proceeded to dispense the ice cream, he continued to describe a detailed vignette he had imagined:

“He gon’ be all, ‘you promised me you wouldn’t eat snacks and junk!’  So are you sure you really want that?…”  I walked away.

I returned to my seat, shared the story with other staff members on the trip, and we’ve all been laughing ever since.  Because no way that happened.

Also, I decided to keep a mental log of my food choices to share with my husband. Surprisingly, he had very little interest in what I ate on the trip.

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Three stores, a quattuordecillion dishes, and one fabulous summer dinner

As I was leaving to procure ingredients for tonight’s dinner, it occurred to my husband that I might not find turkey cutlets.  “I can make the same dish with chicken,” I advised.

“Yeah, but don’t,” he replied.

“Shrimp?”

“It’s all or nothing on this one, Annie.  I’ve gotta have me some turkey.  If you can’t get turkey cutlets, let’s have something else.”

And so began my hunting and gathering.  I went to my neighborhood grocery store, and went straight to the poultry section.  No cutlets.  I bought the ingredients for the back-up dinner: Zatarain’s red beans & rice mix and andouille sausage.  (You know that’ll be delicious tomorrow.)

Then I drove across town to the specialty grocery store (with the cheerful staff sporting tropical shirts) and bought everything I needed.

Except for a lemon.  “We’re out!” chirped the smiling young lady restocking produce.  Dag.

I drove back toward my house and stopped into a third store.  Lemons.  Yesssss.

My husband and I cooked together like we were newlyweds, using all the fun tools like the microplane, the juicer, the copper skillet, and pretty much all of our knives and bowls.  (Lots of hand washing tonight, but worth it.)

Cheers!

Creamy Lemon-Basil Turkey Cutlets

Creamy Lemon-Basil Turkey Cutlets

Summer Turkey Cutlets (with Creamy Lemon-Basil Sauce)

Serves 4, uses a whole mess of utensils and dishes, involves lots of “setting aside,” and really satisfies summer creamy lemon-basil cravings

1 tablespoon butter
1 sweet yellow onion, sliced
2 cups mushrooms, sliced
1 clove garlic, minced
½ cup flour
8 turkey cutlets
1 lemon
½ cup white wine
6-7 large fresh basil leaves, or more to taste
2 tablespoons cream

1 pot of mashed potatoes (however you prepare yours – I make mine with Yukon golds, butter, and cream while I’m cooking this dish.)

1. Salt and pepper the cutlets to taste, then dredge through flour and set aside on a plate.
2. Zest the lemon into a small bowl. Chiffonade the basil and add to the zest. Set aside.
3. Juice the lemon into a separate bowl and add the wine. Save for a couple of minutes.
4. Melt the butter in a skillet over medium high heat. Brown the mushrooms, onions, and garlic, about 3-4 minutes. Remove from the pan and set aside.
5. Brown the cutlets in the hot pan, 1-2 minutes per side. Remove the cutlets from the pan. Wait for it…set aside!
6. Deglaze the pan with the lemon – wine sauce. Add back the cutlets and vegetables, reduce to low, and cover. Simmer for 10 minutes, or until turkey is cooked through and veggies are tender.
7. Plate the mashed potatoes. Place the servings of cutlets and veggies onto the potatoes.
8. Add the cream, zest, and basil to the sauce. Whisk for a skinny minute, and then drizzle over the plates.  Serve.

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Yar Sale

yar sale

Eye patches? Peg legs? Doubloons? Jolly Rogers?

Arrrrr, I’m saaarrrry I missed it.

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