Showing posts with label old biddies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old biddies. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2009

it's not pretty

Signs I'm getting old:

1. I've changed the settings on my internet browser and in Word to enlarge the text so I can read without squinting my eyes and straining my neck.
2. Chris opened a kitchen cupboard the other day and found my sunglasses on the lazy Susan.
3. My bursitis has been acting up.

Shall I go on?

4. We were going to see a friend play music last night but could not stay up.
5. Chris is worried I'm going to damage the floor shuffling around in my slippers.


6. I wear slippers. All the time. And my Couch Jedi outfit is so comfortable, I may skip the mom jeans and go straight to granny pants. That's right: I'm starting to think elastic waistbands are a viable sartorial option.
7. I play bridge. Like someone with dementia.

I blame all of this on moving back to Vermont. And raising all these kids (your mind just goes!). And, um, the drugs? I think I'm going to start doing drugs.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

wwjd?

It's been a busy weekend, o bl*g readers. There was some old-biddie-style fun on Friday afternoon...


...followed by an evening of dance-related activities (watching others, doing it ourselves) with my friend LE, and a family birthday party at our house last night.

While I was joking when I said I gave up shame for Lent (shame has never been a problem for me; it's the lack of it that gets me in trouble), several of my family members are actually not eating desserts or drinking in celebration of Jesus's death. (Or in preparation for it? All those years of catechism and still I don't know how or why those kooky Catholics do what they do.)

So instead of birthday cake we had a platter of birthday pineapple and mango:


The fruit was good and all, but when I turn, um, nineteen next January, I will be eating chocolate cake, preferably made by either the Mister Who Won't Watch Gossip Girl or Q_Monroe (whose cake bl*g is partially responsible for the fact that I didn't get any work done on Friday).

For dinner I made prosciutto-wrapped fish, inspired by the fact that in his video Mark Bittman cooks it with one hand literally tied behind his back. If he can do it with one hand, surely I can do it with two. Right?

But do you think Mark Bittman called his stepmom four times while he was cooking? Because that's how often I called mine while I shopped for and cooked this meal (please note that stalker and stepdaughter almost rhyme), and this isn't even the first time I've made this fish.

Served with garlic mashed purple potatoes and asparagus.


Crawf supplied the fancy salad...


...and the photos are courtesy of my pop, who looks much cooler than I do holding toilet paper over his camera flash. (No, Dad, I swear, it's totally hip. Just like those Jesus sandals you wore in the '70s.)

Roast Prosciutto-Wrapped Fish
1/2 cup fresh parsley leaves
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves
1/2 cup pine nuts
2 tablespoons olive oil, more or less
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
4 4- to 6-ounce thick fillets of halibut, cod or other white-fleshed fish
2 or 3 ounces thinly sliced prosciutto
2 tablespoons butter, or more oil.

1. Heat oven to 450 degrees. In a small food processor, combine herbs with pine nuts, enough olive oil to make a thick paste, and salt and pepper. (Alternatively, chop everything fine and combine in a bowl.)

2. Season fillets with salt and pepper. Lay two slices of prosciutto on a board, slightly overlapping like fish scales. Smear prosciutto with a layer of herb mixture, then lay fish in center and wrap it up.

3. Heat a large ovenproof skillet over medium-high heat for about 2 minutes; add butter. When foam subsides, cook fish for a minute on each side, then roast until tender, 5 to 10 minutes depending on thickness. Fillets are done when a thin-bladed knife will pass through their thickest point with little resistance. Serve.

Yield: 4 servings.

That's the recipe as it appeared in the Times; here are a few of my notes (my god, who are we kidding? These are my stepmother's notes): As is, the flavor of the dish is delicate; the pesto doesn't have cheese and the fish (especially if you use cod) is very mild. To make it a little more savory I (or my stepmother) might marinate the fish in lime juice and cilantro; salt and pepper the fish more; use just basil in and perhaps add a little cheese to the pesto; use a black olive tapenade in addition to the pesto. Those of you who've made/eaten this before (CT, CT's mister, Mojie, stepmother...) should feel free to post other ideas in the comments...

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

tuesday afternoon

The old biddies are coming over to play bridge in a few hours, and I'm nervous, because (1) the old biddies are all much better bridge players than I am and (2) the old biddies are neither old nor are they biddies, and it might come to fisticuffs when they find out I've been calling them such on the internets.

In other news, Chris & I went to the Four Corners of the Earth Cafe for lunch, where they serve sandwiches representing all four corners of the earth. The writing on their menu is nearly impossible to read and the music sounds like an Eastern European rock opera, but in my opinion these things are assets, and the food is delicious.


Now I'm going to try and find an online bridge game so I can practice before the old biddies get here and kick my ass (literally, at cards, or both).