Friday, June 28, 2013

Friday Food

Late. Late. Late.

And so it goes.

Thank you all so much for your kind words about my cousin, Shannan.  

I've been feeling really sad and still shocked about it all.

Being a mama sheds a very different kind of light on things, as you all know.

I find it hard to write the blog when I'm feeling like this.

I'm a big of a cat when I'm hurt.  I'd rather just find a dark, cool place to hide than talk it out.

But, weirdly, life goes on and today I felt like I could write.

So I did.

And it's Friday so ... FOOD!

It's alllll about the easy food here these days.

High today is supposed to be 106.


Lots of melon for dinner.  Cold pastas.  Things on the grill.

And eggs.

As always, eggs.

I walk to the backyard, get the eggs, put them in the fridge, get them out of the fridge and cook them in minutes.

So, long lost Friday Food returns today with Friday Food Frittata.

Backyard Frittata

Butter and oil
salt and pepper
6 eggs
Shallots or onions - lots.  Enough to fill a 10 inch skillet as they will cook down.
splash of cream (optional)
Some grated cheese (optional) (I used some strong chedder, but any will do.)
Chia seeds (optional)

 To Make:
 Slice all your shallots into thin pieces.
Put a slab of butter in the skillet and let it melt down, but keep the heat rather low.
Add the shallots, salt them a bit, not too much because you will want to salt the eggs well.
Cook these on lowish for a good 30 minutes until the shallots (or onions) are clear and a tad brown and have reduced quite a bit.  You could cook these for an hour if you'd like, but 30 will do.

Next you'll want to remove the shallots from the skillet and add another dollop of butter or a good amount of oil and keep the heat on low.
While the skillet is heating up crack the eggs in a bowl, add a little cream or milk, salt liberally and whip it good until it's all airy and frothy.  You can add the chia seeds now if you use them.
Pour the eggs into the hot buttery pan, add the onions and stir well to mix.
Cook for about 8-10 minutes or until the eggs look set.  
Grate some cheese on at the last minute to give it a melty yummy cheese topping.
If you want, you could put the whole skillet in the broiler for JUST a tad to brown the top, but I didn't bother.

I served mine with some cold farrow with a lemon vinaigrette sauce.



See you dearies on Monday.

I hope to be back in the saddle by then.

Right now we're going swimming.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

With a heavy, heavy heart.

I just found out that my sweet, "baby" cousin, Shannan died on Sunday.

She is the lovely and young woman on the right.

Yes, the younger one.

She sat down on the couch, put her head back and had cardiac arrest from which she never recovered.

I remember when she was born.

She came home to my house as her mama, the beautiful woman on the left, was living with us then.

Margaret Ann is the mama and she was (and is) like a sister to me.

Shannan was my "Show and Tell" in fourth grade.  I was so proud to have a baby cousin.

Shannan was the cutest baby you've ever seen, everyone said so.

She looked so much like her mama and they were so very, very close.

I cannot even begin to imagine the pain her mama must be suffering.

I cannot even imagine nor can I bear to even try.

For death to be so unexpected.  So shocking.  So wrong.

No signs.  No warnings.

We are all in shock and our hearts are so heavy.

She left behind four children:

Travis, 17
Justin, 13
Blake, 13
Emily Ann, 10

I hope you can keep all of them in your hearts and prayers. 

PS Tina, dear, you know I am thinking of you too, as always.

Monday, June 24, 2013

She lives.


That's all I can say about that flu biz.


Now, admittedly, I was not sick that whole time.

I kinda wish I was because then I would weigh 117 lbs. and that would be rad.

Alas, I recovered and then went to my mom's for several days so I basically just played hooky on the tail end of it all.

I got home at midnight last night so you get stuck with mostly photos today.


I know.  I'm sorry.  I'm so boring.

Oh, but there is this:  THIS HILARIOUS AND WONDERFUL STORY about what it's like to be a Craigslist junkie.

Not that I would know or anything.

(Thanks to my bff Cory for the story.)
(Cory for the story.  Love a good rhyme!)

It's bulk trash pick-up week in my hood.

Starts today.

I have already warned FinnigantheCurious that we are doing some driving today.

Just sayin'.

Hopefully, I will have something fun to show you tomorrow!

La, la, la ...............

Sunday, June 16, 2013


I am writing this from my bed where I have been sequestered for the last gazillion hours.

I have the flu.

Chills, aches, pains, crying, sad flu.

Death would be a relief.

I cannot even remember the last time i had the flu.

Boo hoo.

My boys are taking great care of me, so not to worry.

Finnigan is especially cute as he totally mimics the way I take care of him.

(Apparently I am very sweet and helpful.)

I'll catch you in a few, y'all.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

It worked!!

Sorry I missed you yesterday, but I went to Houston for the weekend so I used Monday as my Sunday.

Clear as mud, I'm sure.

(Have you seen the movie Mud yet?  Sooooo good, y'all.)

Well, first I want to say THANK YOU for all your positive thoughts and vibes because they WORKED!

They sure did!!!!  

Y'all are some powerful vibe-senders.

I told you that I used to be an actress and voice-over artist, right?

And a DJ?

Holy hell, I gotta dig up some old stuff to show you.  Soooo hilarious, those early days of all that.

Anyway, I have been thinking a lot about getting back into voice work because I love it soooo much and I really miss it.

I got my mojo going and shook up the Universe and, lo and behold, some work plopped right down in my lap!!

It was really, really crazy how it all worked out and I will tell you that story another day because I need to go walk the dog before it gets too hot.

(I've been making myself sit on the patio and drink my tea and set my daily intentions before doing anything these days.  I do really love it, but sometimes it's so nice out there that I just stay and stay and stay and before I know it it's almost niner o'clock.)

So, yea, I got an audition last Thursday, which is what I was being all cryptic about, then I got the call yesterday that I did get the job!!!!

I went in and had a great old time doing a radio ad for Piggly Wiggly!!

Who, I ask you, does not love Piggly Wiggly?

It really, really, really is true that doing what you love never feels like work.

Well, I dunno about never, but I LOVE doing voice-overs and it has never felt like work to me.

In fact, I feel like I'm getting away with something.

Getting paid to do something that I find easy to do and that I love.

A lucky-ass, is what I am.

LA for short.

So MUCHOS muchos gracias for your good thoughts, chickadees!

Here's some weekend love from the house and yard for you because I know you don't wanna see a picture of me hopped up on coffee driving to Houston and back.

See ya tomorrow!

Friday, June 7, 2013

Dog House Friday

1.  Today is  my wedding anniversary and I forgot!!!

2.  Today is my wedding anniversary and I forgot!!!

3.  Today is my wedding anniversary and I forgot!!!

Look at us.

So young.


I'm in the dog house so I gotta run.

Have a great weekend and don't forget important shit!!!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Somethin' Funny.

So, FinnigantheCurious and I were making zucchini bread on Monday.

If I can extract him from the computer for 14 seconds he usually enjoys cooking quite a bit.

Especially when it involves carbs and sugar.

He is not a dumbass.

Anyway, I always make my zucchini bread with mostly whole wheat flour.

This time I bought some Hodgson Mill's flour and I was reading the back of the package while he was eating stirring the stuff up.

You're gonna have to read that second paragraph before we go on or none of this is gonna make much sense.

It's not gonna make much sense anyway, but you're not doing anything important right now, so what the hell, right?

So I'm reading all about Mr. Graham and how he advised to "... get enough sleep and rest on a hard mattress, take cold baths and showers, drink pure water only when thirsty, eat 3 meals a day precisely 6 hours apart, wear loose clothing and practice cheerfulness at mealtime."

In my head I got kinda tickled because I was adding things to this statement like, oh, 

abstain from all sexual relations unless procreation is the goal thereby rendering relations unavoidable.


refrain from  singing, dancing or the consumption of alcohol.


avoid loud or forward women.

I was laughing at myself because what on earth about that little bio on Mr. Graham would conjure up such silliness in my head?

Still, I had a feeling, so I Wikki'd him:

Graham was also inspired by the temperance movement and preached that a vegetarian diet was a cure for alcoholism, and, more importantly, sexual urges. The main thrust of his teachings was to curb lust. While alcohol had useful medicinal qualities, it should never be abused by social drinking. For Graham, an unhealthy diet stimulated excessive sexual desire which irritated the body and caused disease. While Graham developed a significant following known as Grahamites, he was also ridiculed by the media and the public for his unwavering zealotry. According to newspaper records[which?], many women fainted at his lectures when he aired opinions both on sexual relations and the wearing of corsets.

See there?!?

I was right, dammit!  I was.

Hoo Haw.

He died when he was only 57 so, so much for all that advice he gave out.

I do like the idea of practicing cheerfulness at mealtime and for sure I like the idea to  drink pure water only when thirsty.

I get so tired of forcing myself to drink all the water I'm supposed to drink.

8 glasses a day.


I like to drink a big glass with lemon when I wake up and then just when I get thirsty.

Well, I don't like to drink that big glass in the morning, but I do it because my friend Mo said that I should because it gets everything all working and I can see now that she is right.

What I really enjoy in the morning is a giant cup of strong as hell tea with cream and lots of sugar.

That's my advice for longevity.

Drink something you look forward to!  

Every night when I go to bed I swear I think about that big cup of tea that is only some hours away.

That and a big slab of zucchini bread slathered with butter.

This plays right into Mr. Graham's advice to wear loose clothing.

I am alll about the loose clothing, y'all.

Finnigan and I fight over the crusty ends which you cannot really see here.

We each get an end and then we each get a soft middle piece too.

I even bought some decaf PG Tips so Finn could have a strong cup of tea without blowing his brain up.

That's what so nice about being and "older" mama.  

You get to be more like a grandma in a lot of ways cuz you know there's only so much you can do. 

You can give them spelt and microgreens and flax seed all day long, but when the shit hits the fan it's sweet tea and bread they're gonna run to.

Or whatever.

You know what I mean.

That was a whole lotta nothing about nothing, wasn't it?

Glad to be of service.

Oh, listen, at 1 pm today I want you to envision me being very successful and doing a great job!!!

I don't wanna elaborate too much right now, but I do want you to send me strong vibes of SUCCESS.


Don't be a slacker now, all-right?  

Set your alarm.

If I get the job, I'll make you some tea and zucchini bread.


Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Chicken Proof Raised Beds Part 2

I'm just here to tell you that gardening is hard work.

It is fun work.

It is addictive work.

It is good work, but it is hard.

You might remember my hysteria at finally finding a chikkin-proof situation for my raised beds.

You can read about all that bruhaha here:

and here:

The basic jist of the sitch is that they do work very, very well except ...

It's gardening.

There must be an exception to something working on the first try.

This is a rule of nature, my pretties.

Nothing shall work on its first try because then you might get complacent and think that gardening is easy.

One major problem cropped up and one minor.

Minor:  This bed to is too tall for the zip line action.

Every time the kids wanted to use  the zip line we had to raise it up so that they're feet wouldn't scrape the top.

They lift up like this:

The zip line skims over on that far right side.

Well, left side of the photo, but why I am even talking about this?

Pretty quickly we realized that the damn thing was getting left up constantly (by all of us) and the chikkins made quick work of the herbs.

Except the sage.

Feel free to plant sage in your yard.

So, back to the proverbial drawing board which translates to back to the literal table saw.

This is a Holt Family stock photo of PVC pipe cutting.

There are millions just like this.

However ... drumroll ...  I did the cutting this time.

I really do not like electrical cutting mechanisms.

Just one of my things.

Electric saws, chain saws, metal grinders, etc.

Not for me.

But I did it this time due to necessity and it was not too bad, I have to saw.

Say.  Hahaha.  

So, I cut most of  the gazillion configurations that needed cutting.

I also added two more pieces of pipe to made the configuration stronger.

I won't bore you with that.

The cutting got done and I felt proudish.

The other issue that we had with these things is that I bought super cheapo netting to screen them in.

Big mistake.

BIG mistake.

That netting was like wrapping the whole thing in, crap, I don't even know, embroidery thread or something.


Can't explain.

Have you ever tried to put socks on a really mad 18-month old?

That's what it was like.

And then it tore.


That's a tomato vine growing out of one of the giant tears.

This has become a favorite place for one of the chikkins to lay her eggs.

It is rather cozy and cool amongst all the tangled tomato vines.  Can't say that I blame her one wit!

The other thing is that the netting is so sticky and grabby and sharp that every little thing gets all caught in it.

Every little leaf, my hair, my clothes, the fruit of whatever is growing.

Major sucketh.

When I cleaned out the sugar snap peas I had to spend probably 30 minutes picking the pieces out.

Had I only known that I was gonna find this stuff ...

I would not have bothered.

See, right there on the package it's got a picture of an ousted chikkin.

This is the Golden Ticket, chikkin lovers.

I have no idea why I didn't see this last time!

I have a vague memory of it being the end of the month and picking out the cheapest thing.

Although, this was not really pricey at all.

I can't remember how much it was right now, but it was doable.


The best EVER.

Look at that goodness!

I got most of it on all by myself even.

That last stuff took an army.

Well, two of us, but it felt like war.

This stuff is the perfect stiffness to malleable ratio EVER.

The only thing I love as much as this stuff is books.

And my child.

Books and green plastic chikkin wire stuff and my kid.

I'm a complicated woman.

Or a simple woman, I guess.

Here is a close-up.

(Act like  you were dying to see that.)

It was a tad too tall for the newly shorted height so I just folded it over.

It was so well-behaved.

Took to the zip ties with no trouble at all.

Seriously, I'm like a proud mother with this stuff.

If you even knew how much hell it was to use that last crap!

I think you've got the idea now, right?

I gotta find a way to reuse it though as I am not putting that stuff out into the world.

I can see turtles dying as we speak.  Type.

I'm sure I can use it for something.

Or give it to Karen over at Making Shift.

She'll figure out something to do with it.

So, yea, this is the stuff that gardeners get all worked up about.


I got emails from several folks asking about the chikkin-proof beds, so I did wanna proved an update.

I plan to replace all of them asap.

And, for something totally different ...

Century Plant root.


Monday, June 3, 2013



Ah, Monday.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to live by the minute and not by the work week?

Monday would be just another morning, not Monday morning.

Every day would be a weekend and no day would ever feel like Monday.

Throw away the clocks.

I go through phases whereby I wish these things.

And while I'm wishing, wouldn't it be wonderful to live like the "old days" with everyone home all day and living off the land, but with all the modern conveniences and modern thinking?

I think this is called a trust fund.


Well, no trust funds here so, onward!

Banana/blueberry bread.  

The most perfect loaf ever.

May I also confess that I just got a cooling rack?

From my darling Emily's yard sale.

Cooling racks are good.

Spring onions are in abundance at the Farmers' Market this time of year.  

I loaded up and made piles and piles and piles of caramelized onions.

The little boy looooves them on a tortilla with Gruyere cheese.

Good boy.

I also made "therearetoomanytomatoesgoingbad" pasta sauce.

With caramelized onions, of course.

Plus garlic and basil from the yard.


We've been going to the newest little Farmers' Market in my hood the last few weeks.

They've got some food trailers there, but I don't like the food at either of them.

I wish they'd get a smoothie/juice trailer.

Or a salad trailer.

I have officially decided that I do not like those Vietnamese sandwiches that everyone else loves.

Bahn Mi, I think.

I do not like them, Sam I am.

I have got to do something about getting more counter space.

Grocery store run plus Farmers' Market run and I am done for.

No mas space.

No mas sanity.

I get all jittery and shit when there is no room to put anything anywhere.

I need the above mentioned trust fund.

And for some equally titillating news ... some more blueberries are coming in.

My favorite egg-gathering apparatus is a shirt.

Clever me.

Look at that cannibal, Melba, looking at me.

She wants me to crack an egg for her dining pleasure.

(Which I do!  Cackle, cackle.)

Who could resist such a face?

I went out to close the coop last night.

I was a tad late.

Found two MF opossums in my coop!!

I had to stand there and scream for Jack to come bring a light as all I had was a small solar footpath light from Target.

I was wielding it as both light and weapon.

Jack came running out with headlamps and a broom.


Not my first weapons of choice.

We cowered together in the corner yelling at one of them while it cowered in the corner hissing at us.

Opossums are so cute until they start hissing and then you're all like, Oh shit yea that thing can eat flesh and I am flesh.


OK, well, opportunists is probably a kinder term.

Anyway, we flushed him out, chased the other one off the roof, and all the ladies were safe and sound.

Chikkins are easy prey once they're asleep.

They go into a kind of coma trance thing.

I'm serious, they were all just sitting there slightly dazed while two freaking opossums were stalking them.

Maybe there's a hidden chikkin bong in there somewhere.


Thar she blows.

Yet another riveting post from yours truly.

La, la, la.

See ya tomorrow!