On November 22, friends joined us for dinner. These friends have three children so our combined families require food for 8 people. I thought I'd try Sheila Lukins' famous recipe Chicken Marbella.
Essentially, it's chicken pieces braised in white wine, olive oil, herbs, garlic (as in a head of pureed garlic), prunes, capers, and olives. Very tasty but because the prunes and olives are whole people who don't like such things can just pick them out.
I went to Whole Foods for my chicken because it's nearby and I figured I could get a better product. Remember, please that this shopping excursion occurred on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. A high-traffic time for groceries, you'd think. Lots of people. Wanting food. Because that's what groceries do. (sell food).
But you'd have thought, based on the level of readiness at WF, that it was a Tuesday in February.
What was in the butcher's case? NOTHING. Photo below. Not that the case is empty. As in: empty.
There's more. When I asked for chicken pieces, I went round and round with the butcher about it. How much? He had no advice to offer. Thighs and breasts? No opinion. Finally, I just told him how many I wanted and he popped into the back area.
He emerged with two plastic-wrapped parcels (the kind that regular groceries put into the meat section) which he pulled open. They had been frozen. He then weighed out the pieces I wanted and wrapped them loosely in paper (loosely wrapping chicken is the best way because then the juices leak out onto other foods, flavoring them).
While I watched him do this, I read the orange sticker below:
Then I went looking for the other items on my list. Each and every aisle was blocked. Every aisle.
Above, a dolley with boxes. Below, stacked crates and a cart full of broken-down boxes.
Boxes. More Boxes. Just laying on the floor.
Was anyone unloading them? No. Was this because the staff were quite busy with customers? No. they were, mostly, standing around the checkouts and customer-service desk, chatting.
I was...not amused. But I had chicken! And prunes (more prunes than anyone would ever need but they sold only one size and at that point my mood had turned sorta sour so I didn't think I should go anywhere else).
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
So let's say you're working on an activity for students. You'd like to use a cartoon by an American political cartoonist. Thomas Nast, for example.
You use Google to find the cartoon you want but most scans omit the caption. It matters. So you look for a better scan.
Yay! The Library of Congress has one. Really hi-res, too. Double Yay! Except...when you click on the link, what do you get?
The LOC is a beautiful place. I'm sure its collections hold impressive, rare, valuable materials. But this is just embarrassing.
Posted by Fiona at 9:10 am
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
In the mail, yesterday. It's a flyer for a school. A school. They invite me to consider how important the first 5 years of a child's development can be.
I agree, of course, though if I've done that badly it's too late. Iain's heading down the home stretch toward seven.
But let's say I sought a school for another child. A friend's child, perhaps. What questions might I ask?
I don't think, actually, that I'd ask this question. And I hope, fingers crossed, that if I ever decided to mail total strangers a flier about my school I'd get someone really, really detail-oriented to proofread it. Twice. Maybe three times.
Posted by Fiona at 5:23 pm
Monday, December 08, 2014
Pickles are great! Who knew, Mom?
There, he joined his two friends - whom he met during his first year in Utah, at the JCC, when he was 2 years old - for a run down one of the easier areas of the mountain.
Iain failed to embrace the early-season conditions. But he loved lunch. He came home to tell me all about how he ate the ENTIRE hamburger. And this time - for the first time - he tried the pickle.
Wow, Mom. Wow.
Posted by Fiona at 5:17 pm
Sunday, December 07, 2014
Our kitchen lacks storage. Not just any storage - though it's not exceptionally generous on regular cabinets. The problem lies in the available space for anything deep. Platters, appliances, anything more than 10 or 12 inches deep has only one place to go.
These are photos of the build. It's painted but not yet counter-topped because we're hoping to re-use the teak leftover from the bathroom. But eventually, it should look as though it's contemporaneous with the existing cabinets.
Posted by Fiona at 2:03 pm
Saturday, December 06, 2014
Coolest dude in the theater. We've been on a movie kick lately, seeing 3-D space films at the IMAX theater in the Planetarium, visiting the actual planetarium dome theater, and even submitting to the Gateway experience for Big Hero 6.
Iain loves to wear his hoodie in the movies. I'm forever tugging it down. He pulls it back over his head.
Posted by Fiona at 10:10 am
Thursday, December 04, 2014
1. We moved a lot of kitchen tools to Long Beach. I sent my old, no-handle pyrex there.
2. I bought new, handle-y pyrex!
3. I loved my new, handle-y pyrex and used it all the time.
4. Last night, for example.
5. But remember those stories about pyrex exploding sometimes? Like, when it heated or cooled too fast?
6. Yep. Those are true.
But the pork tenderloin was delicious. So...