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Yes, (evil laughter), another Mommy Blog (more evil laughter)!!! Life is a story, mine at the moment just happens to occur mostly at home, which means no sword fights or dragons, but plenty of peril, misadventure, and food. Like all good stories we will skip the boring parts (like laundry). So gird up your loins and let us commence with some real domestic adventures; don't forget your sense of humor.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Bolognese Sauce, or not, but still good

I ran across a really great looking recipe in a magazine lately for Bolognese Sauce (a red sauce with ground meat and wine and milk, etc. for pasta) and thought I'd like to try it, except I don't have any wine and my stomach doth protest too much when I eat too much ground beef, pork, or sausage, so I made a few modifications.  The results might not be a true Bolognese Sauce but they are sure tasty.

In a large sauce pan with a little oil:

Saute onions, carrots, celery, sweet peppers, garlic (or your favorite combo of chopped, savory vegetables, about 1/2 cup each, except garlic).  I added ham and pepperoni at this point, about 3 oz each (try prosciutto or bacon) and cooked until crisp.

Add 1 24 oz jar of your favorite tomato pasta sauce and a 28 oz can of petite diced tomatoes, undrained.  Add 3/4 cup milk and either 1 cup beef broth or a bouillon cube.  Season as desired (basil, worchester sauce, a little sugar, garlic, black pepper, celery salt (obviously omit celery salt and garlic if you used them above), a dash of chili powder).  Bring to boil and simmer uncovered for 45 minutes or until thick and chunky (cook off extra liquid).  I added a bit of parmesan cheese at the very end.  For best flavor let sit in refrigerator over night.  Use for lasagna or over your favorite pasta!  Also makes a good deep dish pizza base: just pour over a prepared crust and top with cheese.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Batter to fry just about anything

I was in the mood for corn dogs but had no corn meal with which to make an attempt at making them, but what about a regular batter for frying hotdogs?  I searched the internet in vain, apparently it is a little studied art, thus had I a chance to add something to man's legacy via my theoretical genius.  What you are about to read is well nigh historic!  The movie rights are still up for grabs…

I have a recipe for sweet and sour chicken which is very much like the restaurant variety and thought that might make a nice starting place.  I replaced the water with buttermilk (or rather regular milk soured with vinegar) and added some baking soda, which should make for a lighter, crunchier coating.  I also spiced it up a bit with worchester sauce, garlic, celery salt, black pepper, and a dash of chili powder.  The first batch looked a little thick so I added a little water to thin it out, only to make it slide right off the hot dogs.  I added more flour so that it was the consistency of thick oatmeal and it not only stuck to the hot dogs beautifully but fried up light and crispy as well.  They also freeze and reheat well (in the oven).  I tried some mozzarella cheese, and while the results were delicious, it made quite a mess and you have to eat it right away, it would be quite a mess to reheat.  This would work well for just about anything if it will stick to a slippery hotdog, but if you want to deep fry something sweet, maybe leave out the spices and add some sugar?

How to Batter and Deep Fry Hotdogs:

Rules:

1. It will make a mess, deep frying anything usually does.
2. It is not all that healthy, but that isn't why we are doing this.
3. It tastes great!
4. It should be fun, you might as well make a big batch as the mess is the same anyway.

You will need:

Oil for frying (I used an old, small frying pan and canola oil, the larger the surface area of the pan, the more oil you will need/waste).

Something to fry: I used cheap hotdogs cut into quarters, but just about anything will work.

Batter:

3/4 cup flour
1 1/2 tsp corn starch
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp garlic powder, dash chili powder, 1/4 tsp celery salt and black pepper (change as desired)

Mix dry ingredients and then add 3/4 cup buttermilk and a tbsp worchester sauce (as desired), mix until smooth but should be rather thick.  Add hotdog chunks and stir to coat.  Add a few pieces at a time to hot oil, turn once and remove to wire rack to crisp/cool when golden brown.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

The Cheater's Guide to Cross stitch

I had a picture that was okay, but nothing very interesting given to me by a relative when they cleaned out their office and switched jobs.  I would love to replace it but had nothing of a size to fit the mat/frame so it hung on the wall undisturbed until I found my cross stitch, with which I had had a dubious flirtation, to quote Spock, in my relative youth.  I had made one large piece (which had taken years) and gave it away in college to a beloved teacher, otherwise I had only dabbled in the art.  Going through a forgotten corner of a forgotten closet I came across a Monet, albeit not a painting but a barely begun stamped cross stitch aida clothe with one of his 'water lily' designs upon it.  About eight years ago I thought it would be fun to try it again, though I had never done a 'stamped' pattern before, I fell in love with the colors and the design and bought the kit, only to discover that the stamped one was even worse than the true 'counted' cross stitch as now I not only had to count little tiny boxes but most were an absurd kaleidoscope of colors which quickly induced a seizure, a migraine, or very possibly both.  So 7.5 years ago it got put in the box of unfinished cross-stitchy things and was soon forgotten.  There was also a partially finished Amish type sampler that will remain so indefinitely unless one of my kids gets a freak to finish it one day, but the Monet was still pretty, if barely stitched, it seemed a shame to let it molder in that box.

It also fit perfectly in that frame, with a little surgery on the mat, and yes I will call it surgery as I used a scalpel to cut the mat, one of these days I will invest in an exacto-knife.  I ironed my Monet (how many people can say they've done that?), enlarged the opening in the mat, and voila!  I now had a very pretty, pseudo embroidered picture.  You have to look really close to see that the whole thing isn't actually stitched.  So if you like the look of cross-stitch but haven't the knack, the patience, or the time, you can invest in a 'stamped' kit of your choosing, throw in a few stitches if you'd like, or just frame the picture and call it good, just don't enter it in any embroidery contests!

Monday, February 15, 2016

In-laws and Out-laws

When it comes to family, I'm still an amateur.  I grew up in a fractured, abusive home and had little conception of what a normal, healthy marriage or family looked like until I was in the middle of my own.  Enter the in-laws, a concept that has frustrated and confounded people since the Dawn of Time.  I always dread a visit either to their house or them to ours, but am still trying to figure out why.  Usually I love company, and they aren't bad people, but for some reason I dread the very thought of our next interlude.  I think I've finally figured out the mystery, at least in my own case, I'm afraid most everyone else will have to unravel their own enigma for themselves.

When they see my son, their only grandchild, they fall upon him like ancient pagans their god.  They wrest control from us, his parents, and place it lovingly at his feet.  Not only does this turn the social order of our house upside down, but it also nicely divides our little family into them and us.  We follow my son from room to room (and as a toddler, he is a perfect little dictator) as some sort of entourage, with them oohing and cooing adulation with every breath he takes.  We could sit in the living room by ourselves and let them do their thing, but that seems quite antisocial.  They were fine before the grandson came along, we could actually have a conversation and they took some interest in our lives, but now, he is the reason they live and any interference with that is met with complaints of how intolerant and insensitive we are to their feelings, how little they get to see him...

As an abused kid without a real family, I've come to adore quiet, happy family life, and I resent when other people come in and upset the proverbial apple cart.  Why can't they be part of our family, join the harmonious whole, rather than divide and conquer?  I lived my whole life with an 'us versus them' mentality when it came to family life and I hate seeing it take root anew in my own little nest, I feel a stranger in my own house.  Grandma went so far as to say that it is 'her right to coddle…'  Wait a second!  We are the parents, stop right there!  You have no rights save those we grant you.  I am unwittingly forfeiting control to her as much as they willingly forfeit it to the conquistador of their hearts and reason!  But he is not in charge, nor is she, I am!  Too bad you can't put the in-laws in time out…maybe things will be a little better once I figure out I'm not a doormat and my feelings matter too, albeit it must be done in a respectful and thoughtful manner so as not to hurt them or drive a wedge between us, but somebody needs to be the adult.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Who needs TV?

Modern folk often wonder how people survived before TV.  The answer is simple: they had kids.  You never know what your small tyke is going to say next, and usually it is pretty amusing, except when it is in public and then it's just embarrassing.  At least the plot lines were a whole lot more original!