The New View…

Another one, what’s this?! I just wanted to share this picture. I found it before I was about to shut down. I forgot I shot this yesterday while I sat here at my computer. Yeah, the room is a bit disheveled as that we are in transition. Turning this room from my girly guest room into the girly office room; transition how friendly a name for a mess.

I know my white balance is off and there are photographically so many things wrong, crappy composition, no framing, I cut off the end of the computer screen blah blah blah but to me, in my opinion they look right. I love the hue, the over exposed windows the etherial feel of it all and really the only thing I added was burned edges. At the time my view was really not contianing the  computer screen so there, it was cut off by my peripheral vision. I just realized I have a thing for burned edges, just ask the people at the Dugout. When I would call in the order I would ask for my grinder  to have the edges burnt; I digress as always. Ok back to my thought, I wanted to share my new view with everyone yesterday because I was really diggin it but I think I moved on to …OH I know I left, went paint swatch hunting with Him.

You can’t really see it behind the computer monitor but there is a big, overstuffed chair with a pattern that no longer goes with anything but I love it. He had it when I moved in with Him a long time ago and I think He inherited it from His mom. It is so comfy, I will not let Him get rid of it, thing is now it may not fit anywhere in our house. Reilly loves to perch right there, over the top of the monitor, on the back of the chair; he sunbathes in the window to the left.  He also barks at other dogs and people walking by; if only I could talk Him (not Reilly HIM) in to upholstering the chair in the brown and white pony print faux fur I have wanted so badly then it wouldn’t have to go, it could stay, it would fit just right, in our sitting room.  

Any way I have this great idea for this room, new color, neat furniture something creative, inspiring, romantic and girly. 

I want to thank Apple for creating the iPhone; for if not for the iPhone my girly office would not be on its way and that explanation is for another day, maybe.

Hell No Carnie Man, I Want The Rabbit…

I don’t have any pictures of The Big E but this one I thought was a good representation of the fair.

The Big E comes at the end of September and runs through October, just when autumn is rolling in and the nights are growing chilly.

My first vivid memory of the Big E was when I went with my sisters and brother. The details are a little fuzzy; I remember they had Hitler’s car set up in one of those carnie displays. You pay 2.00 bucks and get to see a car with thick bullet proof glass. I could be wrong about it being Hitler’s car but that is what my brain is conjuring up right now.

We walked forever, there was something around every corner and the stimuli was feeding my energy. It was getting dark, I was out with my big sisters and brother and as I was entering my own little world of amazement my brother is “lost”.  We start looking for what seemed like an eternity. My oldest sister stops at the information window, “How do you find someone who is lost around here?” voice from the window “Follow the blue line” look down on the ground there you find many colored lines leading to many different places. I felt like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, “Follow the blue line to find Michael, Follow the blue line to find Michael, follow follow…” Oh you get the idea… so we did and guess what? We literally found Michael. Walking the blue line to where ever you were going to find lost people at The Big and it actually lead us to my brother.

He was watching the fudge guy make a fresh batch of the yummy treat. The guy is up in this huge tractor trailer with the side cut out and glass put in so you can see what he was making.  It seemed to me that it was very high off the ground, or at least to all four feet tall of me it seemed that way.  The guy had this  mirror hanging behind him that was angled so you can see the sugary concoction he was pushing around  on the marble slab. You know the mirror? The one  so us wee people could see what he was doing making fudge. Michael was watching this guy make fudge!? Yup, what we found out that day at the Big E was that my brother has a fascination for the carnie barkers.  An interesting personality it is for sure; step back and watch the crowds walk by reacting to them it’s kind of like watching people at the airport.

After that I started making my father take me to the Big E.

For years it was just me and dad every Sunday it was running; this year it runs September 17th – October 3rd. Making our way through each of the state buildings finding out what is great in every New England state.  After that it was on to find lunch, which is not hard to do at The Big E. Another way to make your way through the fair is to eat your way through it but I digress. We would find a seat in the arena taking cover from the sun or cold or from whatever New England weather was throwing at us that year. We would watch the horse shows, digest whatever fine eats we found then walk over to the building where they would have the Clydesdales stabled. They were so amazing, so big, grand and graceful.  I would watch them saddle up for the parade getting as close as a little girl was allowed; dad would watch me watching them in amazement. I would learn later on how much he got a kick out of those moments.

Then it was on to the Midway. After years hitting up carnie games and moving on to shoppping at The Better Living Center my dad came up with a plan to keep me from clearing out his wallet; we play a few games and go shopping or we play a lot of games and no shopping, I had a choice. OK I had to think about this, I would play one game and then make a decision. Dad hands me the dollar bills, I give them to the carnie who then hands back to me three hula hoops; yes I said hula hoops. I stare down my targets, Yosemite Sam standing on a big wooden box or Bugs Bunny. I had to get the hoop around one of them AND the box to win a prize and it was a mighty huge prize at that; Bugs Bunny stood taller than me. I took my first shot nothing, second shot nothing. I looked up at my dad, he looked down at me raised his eyebrow and we looked back at Yosemite, I threw it with all my might… RINGER I GOT IT, I WON. “Whataya want little lady? Yosemite Sam?” asking me as he could see that Bugs was a little too big for me to carry and Yosemite might be easier to navigate the fair grounds. Hell no carnie man, I want the rabbit. I carried that thing around all day long.  I won it, everyone is going to see I won it and no one else is going to carry my Bugs Bunny. I even posed with it in one of those picture booths later on and put it on a mug.  Dad’s idea backfired, it was the first game the first few bucks and I was on to The Better Living Center to the lure of The Big E Barkers. He laughed and knew we made a deal.

When dad and I would decide it was time go the sun had gone down, the crowds were getting thinner and I never wanted to leave.  I wanted life to be like The Big E forever. I think my dad sensed my sadness so he would stop on the way out of the main gates and we would get mini donuts and carton of milk. Eating it on the way back to the car savoring the last bit of The Big E, exhausted and tired but happy and content; I was so happy and felt so loved and had so much fun. I always wanted to scream it out loud but I never did. My dad would say “Did ya have fun Ishkabible?” “Yeah I had a lot of fun. Can we come back next Sunday?” and he would rub my head messing up my hair and say with a laugh “Sure we can”

Years later after my dad was gone I talked my best friend in to going. She grew up down the road from The Big E so she had her memories too; we both shared them and started up the tradition again. Every Sunday it was  running, hitting every State House, finding our favorites and sharing them with each other and then on the way out of the main gate stopping to get the last treat of the day, mini donuts. AS we walked to the car I would say “Ok we are coming back next Sunday”

Shortcut Sunday…

The day started out good, woke up had a great cup of coffee and watched my favorite show.

Then it was on to being productive.

He went to the grocery store to pick up a few things; I was enjoying that cup of coffee I mentioned.

Thing is I was thinking of things I should have asked him to get after he left but remember today started out good and it continued to get better as it progressed.

He read my mind while he was at the store and came home with all the things I was thinking of and few extras.

So his contribution to the menu today made it short cut Sunday.

I have things I am working on he is watching football; Short cuts are allowed when you are productive.

The back story about his contribution is this, on a day when I was not so productive I tuned in to some morning show that didn’t take to many brain cells to engage.

Found myself watching the segment about the producers favorite short cuts; sort of her version of that certain someone elses  favorites. That day the producers favorite food item was this sauce. She says “it’s a little expensive but so worth it…blah blah blah” cut to later that day when I got off the couch and went to the store, hey there it is that sauce.

What the hell I’ll try it, checked out the label, hey great job all good ingredients nothing crazy. If this is good I can actually add it  to my list of healthy things to eat.

I get home, open it up and stick my pinky right in the jar to taste; YES I washed my hands first. I always do when I cook.

Much to my surprise it was really, really, really good.

It reminded me of a place my parents would go for take out when we were little, insert dream sequence; ah Mel’s chicken and spaghetti.

A decision I made on  a not so productive day, when I can’t make it from scratch this is my new go to jar sauce price be damned.

A few weeks after my amazing find guess what? Buy one Get one at the grocery store…you know what I stocked up on.

My pantry has since been emptied out but today he was nice and came home with a hankering for some spaghetti, he used his brain cells and picked up the go to sauce.

He is nice every day but we won’t tell him that, he tends to get a little uppity if you do that too often.

The day started off good, got better and who knows how it will end but it certainly seems to be going in the same direction as it began.

Bacon, Glorious Bacon…

Me: “Tim come here I want you to see this”

Tim staring at image on computer monitor: “Eww (ready, add Wisconsin accent on the next word) Gross, I ate that today” Yes you did!!!

BLT’s were the item on the menu by request from none other than Tim himself and I did not protest.

I know, not that long ago I blogged about my healthy eating. Hey, a girls gotta have some bacon once in awhile.  It’s not an item  that regularly appears on the menu and it’s not very often Tim is requesting to cook it; he hates that lingering smell of bacon permeating throughout the house long after it has been consumed.

Today, we cooked it on the grill, in the morning, well mid morning. That is why you see that little twinkle of sunlight; light that is good for shooting pictures but I like to think it was the wonderful personality of the bacon shining through as well.  

Shall I extol the virtues of bacon or do most people already know them? Or, do they hide the secrete desire to consume bacon for fear of being looked down upon for making such an unhealthy choice in dietary pleasure, did I say pleasure, ah hem choice, I mean choice. Come on,  if consumed in small quantities, not very often and handled responsibly bacon can be that once in a while treat ranking right up there with a pint of Coffee flavored  Hagen Daz, Slice of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory and Ice Box cake. None of which have appeared on my menu in quite some time…oh no wait, Ice Box cake made an appearance not that long ago. However, that was for visitors and luckily it went fast so I only had two pieces.

Never mind that back to the bacon and its yummy salty, crunchy goodness.  I like to think that I added responsible choices to my consumption of the much maligned porkster by laying it upon slices of fresh tomato, toasted fresh 9 grain Italian bread; I forego the L in the BLT combination, not a big fan of the L on my sandwiches. Give me a bowl full of the L loaded with plenty of fresh crispy veggies and a tasty homemade vinaigrette, you got a fan but no, not on my sandwiches. There was a spreading of the mayo, a light mayo and yes coffee was involved; after all this was a brunch BLT. Coffee sweetened by Agave Nectar and fat free lightener with no processed ingredients.

I did the bacon thing the right way. Besides, my iron skillet thanks me for the bath in bacon fat…what a wonderful added bonus seasoning my iron skillet received and it will thank me when it gives back a wonderfully cooked meal in the future.

Bacon, “eww gross” I think not.