Home again, home again

Riley flew to Tampa from Bismarck, North Dakota on July 20th.  All by himself.  Only 11-years-old.  I was worried.  His mom was worried.   We were both anxiously waiting at either ends of the country.  But Riley was super-duper.  He made it.  And we had a great three weeks with him.  And all of the Florida grandkids and cousin William spent lots of time with Riley, rockstar. Seriously, this kid was in demand.

But Riley wanted to go back to school.  Holy flip, do you know that you live like over 2000 miles away and we don’t have a return flight for you?

So we made his ‘I’ve gotta go back to school’ mantra into our first BIG road trip.  We originally planned on driving our convertible but decided at some point that idea was just crazy cakes.  Dog, kid, golf clubs.  Round trip about 4400 miles.  So we took the big-ass SUV and traveled in comfort.  (But not in cheap–gas was $3.89 in Illinois) Plus we were able to take a bunch of stuff home with us that we need for our next big festive event– the Al-La-palooza!  (oh yeah, expect some posts in the near future about that party.)

So we made it to Bismarck/Mandan and are home again.

And we’re missing Riley. Rockstar.

Welcome Home

Adventures in the Kitchen with Michelle

Now that William’s back in school, Michelle returns to post her yummy and healthy recipes on Wednesday.

Since we’re supposed to be eating healthier, here’s a tasty side dish or even something for your Meatless Mondays. (I just heard Rebecca gasp at the word ‘meatless’) This is from our friends at Whole Foods. This is one that actually looks just like the pro-photos shoot! Almost too pretty to eat, but at 60 calories (most of which is from the olive oil) I’m not holding back!

 Veggie Pasta:

Ingredient List:

2 – Zucchini Squash

2 – Yellow Squash

1 – clove Garlic (and/or a shallot if you have one)

1 – cup Grape Tomatoes

5 – Sundried Tomatoes

1 – Tbl Basil (I like fresh)

1 – tsp Oregano (fresh if you have it – I don’t)

Salt & Pepper

1 – Tbl Olive Oil

Step 1:  Nothing fancy here…except the olive oil. I like this one for dressings because it’s so peppery (and expensive). I have a thing for olive oil from either California, or Spain. I find the Italian Extra Virgin sort to be, well kinda bitter. But what do I know.

Veggie Pasta

Step 2:  Using the peeler, and I know you’ve got one, make the ‘pasta’. A mandoline is too clumsy and makes thick slices, these are paper thin.

Veggie Pasta

Step 3:  Take it down to the seeds, they just crumble away. Chop them up for your salads or hide them in a soup. Don’t peel your fingers too – ugh – go get a Band-aid!

Veggie Pasta

Step 4:  Look how pretty! (yes, I lost Rebecca at Step 3)

Veggie Pasta

Step 5:  This is how I do basil…a chiffonade (too much Food & Wine magazine)

Veggie Pasta

Step 6:  Roll the stacked leaves and slice…impressive…I knew you could do it (yes, Vera I see you rolling your eyes 😉

Veggie Pasta

Step 7:  You know how to chop garlic, little tomatoes, and toss in the sundrieds. Now add in that Mediterranean Oregano (not the Mexican, yes there is a difference….and not the California kind!…it ain’t that kinda party)

Veggie Pasta

Step 8:  Look at that – gorgeous and it’s not even plated. This is where you add your olive oil, salt/pepper, and serve. Or, if you’re serving later hold that step and put in the fridge. The dressing step will make the squash melt a bit – not yummy.

Veggie Pasta

There you go Veggie Pasta – magazine cover ready. A glass of wine (or my ‘stunt wine’ so I don’t have to open that bottle…mineral water), and a fork is all I need.

Veggie Pasta

So, if you want to feel all Johnny Carrabba, light up the olive oil, sundrieds, and oregano for a minute, toss in the garlic, then the squash. Sauté’, add a little butter (can’t make a butter/wine sauce without it!) and hit it with a little of that wine. And add the rest. Put next to a grilled piece of meat, of most any kind. (there, happy Rebecca – m e a t !)

Musings from Michelle

William is back at school and Michelle is back to posting!

washer

I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve attached a photo of my washing machine and a noticeably sparkling clean floor. OK, I’m really, really happy that school started today because that means I can clean my house and it will remain clean for 8 consecutive hours. Aaaaah, just think. Yeah, whatever. I got a jump start on my house work last evening thanks to my wonderful washer. (yeah, that just gave the plot away) Now, I do love my washer, my first front-loader. I’d better, it’s like a high-maintenance child. Costs as much as a used car and is just a tool to do one of my most hated things – house cleaning! It does make it easier, never – and I mean never eats anything and saves me money. Ask my sister. She’s convinced that I’m the only person on the planet without a ‘lonely-sock’ basket. Nothing comes up missing. The rings of Saturn diminish every year because I have no missing socks to contribute. 

Well, last evening it got sick,…no, not the ‘I’m pissed off because my load isn’t balanced’, or ‘ I don’t feeeeeel like rinsing the clothes just now’. No, a full blown bad seafood bout with a stomach flu. So, I was causally folding some clothes in the next room when I heard some dripping. ‘Hmmm, curious?’ I know it’s pouring rain outside, but this sounds like it’s inside, and I didn’t do anything in the utility sink – better go check. I’m glad I did. The dripping was coming from the bottom of the door on the front-loader. I’d just started a load of whites. They were swimming in a cocktail of super heated water, soap and bleach. So, I’m looking at the door and I can’t really see how much water’s in it…. because it’s FULL and the seal can’t take anymore. Did I mention the super hot water? Like a scene from TruTV’s Worlds Dumbest Partiers, you know the one where the drunks use their hands to ‘hold it in’ before falling down and spewing everywhere….oh yeah. I made one grave mistake, which is why I’m even bothering to type this up,…I held the door with one hand and hit the STOP button with the other. Not exactly a panic situation but then I discovered two things – 1. Nobody was within earshot (Jon smoking on the patio in a rainstorm, and Will in his room) 2. When you hit the STOP button only once it stops the machine and …wait for it…..unlocks the DOOR! You bettcha. You know, I bought the SuperSize model to wash things the 20 pairs of jeans or a queen comforter (which it does fabulously). I could not believe the amount of water I was dealing with and at 8.75 pounds per gallon I was getting a real workout! Also, that my screaming and yelling was met with “where are you?” OMG…William grabs buckets and towels, Jon shuts off the water valve, grabs the what we call The Hurricane Box in the garage and dumps it – after all this is an emergency. This storage box is 24″x 17″x 16″ and hold like 20 gallons – we let the door loose, the machine spewed it’s load, filled that bucket…an the water kept coming (did I mention super hot water) ….2 gallon bucket, again, again, keep it coming…..Add that in with the 1/2″ already on the floor – I don’t know how much was in there but it was way passed the manufacturers design specifications. I then remembered there was a reason we have those pantry shelves on wheels.

 I also really love my Sears dudes. I’m sure others don’t, but after so many houses and appliances, we’ve had good luck so far. Pat, the daily hero, showed up at 8:30am, diagnosed the issue of a worn hose in short order. So, the hole in the line to the pressure switch just kept telling the machine that there wasn’t enough water – “Keep filling” OMG – if we hadn’t been home who knows (how many times have I set the machine up and walked out the door). He also clued me in to hitting the STOP button TWICE…to simply shut it off and drain the tub. I’ll be remembering that one for sure. So, advice – do not leave these children unattended. They, like all children, have the potential to flood your home, then catch it on fire, and go ‘Oopsey, it was the 5 cent part”.

Maybe I should think twice before throwing a load of clothes in before I head out the door!