Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The Spirit of Christmas



I am so excited that I couldn't wait until morning to post this!! Brenda at Country Romance just gave me this award!! I love it. From the ho, ho, ho to the meaning behind it. Christmas has always been such a special time for me. My childhood Christmases were spent with my entire family. Christmas Eve meant no meat. So we dined (and still do) on the Feast of the Seven Fish. Now your version may include different varieties of fish. But ours includes: anchovies, shrimp, crab, tilapia, baccala, smelts and Italian tuna. That meal also includes pitalas (pea-ta-lahs) which are basically little loaves (shaped sorta like the palm of your hand) of fried dough. YUM YUM!! Let me tell you, there ain't nothing in the whole world like a fresh pitala straight out of the oil. We have cheeses and olives, celery and anise. Shrimp cocktail and anchovies. Then we have what my son calls "broccoli soup" which is basically a ton of fresh broccoli, cooked down to a soup with garlic and topped with Romano cheese. Then spaghetti with oil and breadcrumbs, the tilapia, smelts and baccala (cod.) After dinner, we have espresso, chocolates, torrone, assorted nuts and fresh fruit. Every year my sister cuts up the pomegranate and passes it to my brother and me. My sister-in-law jokes that she just likes to watch the 3 of us go crazy over it.

My father then reads Twas the Night Before Christmas to the grandkids (changing the words to hear them laugh.) He's pretty much known as Jolly old Saint Nickle Ass. And the kids howl! We open presents and then head off to midnight mass. Truly there is no more special day in church for me. Something about going to church at night and knowing that we are celebrating the birth of our Savior leaves me in complete awe. The stained glass windows take on a completely different look in that light. The nativity on the alter is absolutely breathtaking. My mom even made a ceramic nativity set based on the colors of the one at church. Come closer to Christmas I will be sure and post a picture.

I could go on and on about my memories and experiences surrounding the beauty of the reason for the season. But, I will get to the point! My job is to now pass this on to 5 people who represent the Spirit of Christmas to me. I picked 6 before I realized and then couldn't decide to who to take off of the list....

Polly at Counting Your Blessings
Gina, my niece at Mangia Mangia
Pat at Back Porch Musings
Robin at Bittersweet Punkin
Rosemary at Rose's Petite Maison
Melissa at The Inspired Room

Go to Santa's Mailbox to get your award!!

Various Things to Mention


I have a few things that I want to share this morning. So bear with me if I seem a little scattered. First, I want to say thank you to everyone for the lovely comments that you all left yesterday for my mom. Well, for me too. But, thank you for remembering my mom. She takes such pride in her children. And I can't even begin to count the amount of times she has let me vent, given me advice, pampered me and yes, even told me when I'm being an ass. You gotta love that in a mom and I certainly do!

Secondly, Melissa from The Inspired Room also named me in the You Make Me Smile Award. I am so honored to have been given this award not once but twice! I think about everyone who comments on my post and not a one of them doesn't bring a smile to my face. To be able to keep company with such beautiful and caring people truly humbles me. And Dena at Swaddle Cottage gave the award to my niece, Gina. Oh what a sweet, sweet thing for her to do. Dena you have no idea how much you have just touched her soul. And I thank you for that as her very over-protective aunt.

Which now leads me to my own children. My son, Jesse, has started his own blog. Gina helped him set it up the other night. It was a surprise. If you have a minute, please check out his blog and offer him any suggestions that you can think of. I'm so proud of him!

Now about the music...I had only intended to keep Christmas music on the one day. It was just a little bit of whimsy for a post about a Christmas dinner. But, now - now that it's been up, I can't seem to bring myself to take it off. I love Frank Sinatra and it reminds me of Christmas when I was a little girl. My father loved Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack. And since he was not what one might call a "fan of all things music" (like my MOM!) we listened to them a lot. And while I'm sure that you can probably already tell from the stories I have relayed, my childhood was more than memorable
. It was beautiful! And any trip down memory lane I can take, I do! So I hope you don't mind, but I think it's gonna be up for a while. I can listen to Christmas music in the dead of Summer. My sister - she doesn't play Christmas music until Thanksgiving night. She's very disciplined. It means more to her when she waits. Not me. I could listen to it at any time!

And lastly~ whew finally, huh~ I wanted to show you a new little purchase. I ordered this cute little crock at Yorke Towne Shoppe and it came in way faster than I had expected. My goal today is to get down there to take a few pictures for you to be able to see this magnificent place. She is in the process of changing her website which she does not like at all. I keep telling her to start blogging!! Anyway, isn't it just the cutest thing you have ever seen?? I love it!!

Ok, thank you all for bearing with me this morning while I tackled a few subjects. Have a great day everyone!!

One more thing: Please stop over and visit Robyn at The Happy House of Haas. Her house isn't so happy these days. Maybe offer a prayer for her and her family. Thanks!!

Sunday, October 14, 2007

My Julie


I lost this picture 4 years ago. Today doing a big job of redoing my living room I found it in a book under my couch. Now I have cleaned under that couch and it is a new couch bought in the last 4 years, but I never opened that book until today. Julie did that post on her anniversary and she should of had this picture to show you all. So I am doing this post to show you just how beautiful Julie looked on her wedding day. I love this picture.

When Julie gets up in the morning and goes to do her daily post I don't know what she is going to do or say about it, but I really don't care. I am the Mother. Right? I hope you all like it.

Julie this is for you SURPRISE!!
Love, Margie


Edited to add comment: What a surprise this morning! I turned on the computer at 5 am like it was a typical day. Of course the first thing I noticed was the title: My Julie. I was completely confused. And being only 5 in the morning, it took me a while to understand what was going on. Then I cried. Yesterday I joked with my dad that Mommy must not love me, because there wasn't a picture of me on my wedding day downstairs like there was of my sister and brother on their day(s). Of course I was joking and figured that she must not know where the picture was. When I was ironing her new curtains, she came running in with that picture in her hand telling me she found it!! Thank you Mommy for posting it last night! Although you made me cry in the wee hours of the morning. Kenny came downstairs, looked at me crying and shook his head. Never asked why I was crying. Typical scene in this house, I guess.

And look at the weight I've lost!!!!!!!!

LOVE YOU!!

You Make Me Smile


Michelle at Vintage Pastiche was sweet enough to name me and 9 others in the You Make Me Smile Award. That right there makes me smile because of everything she has been going through lately, she's still blogging and taking the time to make someone's morning!! You're a true peach Michelle and to quote you ~ MUAH! ~

Now the rules say for me to pass this on to 10 people myself. I say look at my blog roll because I wouldn't have put you there if you didn't make me smile. But in keeping with the fun, let's see... and if you have already been a recipient don't worry about it. No need to pass it on again, just know that you make at least 2 people smile everyday!!

Ok, here goes:
CeCe at All Dolled Up because she's so sincere and her blog is so bright and cheerful. Plus she reminds me of a young Lucille Ball!

Lori at All You Have to Give because her love of the Lord is so inspiring to me. She never fails to show me a different way to look at the same old things. Love that!

Kristen at Christian Crafter because she's teaching me how to knit! She takes such stock in time old traditions regarding crafting, family and worship that you can't help but smile when she talks about them with such passion.

Brenda at Country Romance because she's so cute and so sweet. And she's practically giddy with excitement these days because her son Rian came home safely from the war. Her giddiness just makes you giggle with her.

Emilie at Sugar Plum Sweets because she's always whipping up something and sharing her tips with us. And she's not afraid to use lard in her pie crusts - a true foodie and I love that!!

Kim at Home is Where the Heart Is because she so lovingly talks of her family and her home. And she epitomizes what a true country home-spun home looks like and I am in complete awe.

Jason at Redneck Nerd Boy because he was the first male blogger I found to truly make me howl! He's hilarious and so are his blogs.

Linda at Restyled Home because I love looking at her house! She has such talent and possesses such a keen eye for all things beautiful.

Alexandra at Silver Bell Cottage because I love her look. Her picture
on her blog with those fabulous sunglasses reminds me of a throw back to 40's Hollywood. And when I read her blog I am transported to a simpler and uncomplicated time. And Milo makes me smile too!

Joy at The Joy Of because she is always sharing her "Hope." Hope for friends, for family, for loved ones lost and animals. Hope sharing makes me smile!


Ok, please refer to the above paragraph reminding everyone that my entire blog roll makes me smile. This award could go out to everyone!! But, I think I have chosen people that have not been named recently in the hopes of spreading a few smiles to a few more faces. Have a great Sunday everyone!! God Bless!!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Christmas dinner 2004

For the 3rd time in 2 days I have been reminded of my Christmas dinner of 2004. This is a story about how naive I can be about things. Even about things that include food. Ready for this?

Christmas day dinner is always at my house. Christmas Eve is at my mom and dad's. Thanksgiving was always at my sister's until she moved to South Carolina, sniff. And Easter is at my brother's. Ok, now for Christmas dinner we usually have the same thing(s.) When you arrive, there is an assortment of cookies, normally one dip of some kind, bacon crisps (take a saltine cracker, place a t. of parmesan cheese on the cracker, wrap it in a half slice of bacon and bake in the oven 250 degrees for 2 hours or 350 for 40 minutes, easy peasy and good as all get out!) and homemade eggnog. For dinner I make sauce and usually ravioli. I also make a ham, typically. And we always have bacon-wrapped asparagus, shrimp stuffed twice baked potatoes and a salad. Now keep in mind there's usually 16 people or more eating dinner. Sounds like a lot but I like for people to take things home.

The Christmas of 2004 I decided I wanted to change things up a bit. Instead of a ham I wanted some kind of beef. I read this recipe and thought Geez Louise does that sound good. It was a lobster-stuffed beef tenderloin with Bearnaise sauce. I decided to omit the Bearnaise sauce. That's just extra money I didn't need to spend on Vermouth and whatnot. (Really chuckling here cause I know the rest of the story!) I contacted Brittner's Smokehouse where I buy my ham and asked if they could order me a tenderloin. Based on the recipe and the amount of servings it was suggesting, I figured I needed a tenderloin at least 8 pounds. They explained that they couldn't guarantee 8 pounds. It might end up being around 9. What's the difference I thought. I asked them to butterfly it for me. No problem they said. Sounding very cheerful on the other end. How nice, I thought.

Then I went shopping for the rest of the ingredients. It called for shallots, pancetta, garlic and lobster meat. I found flash-frozen tail meat in the seafood department of the Giant Eagle where I shop. Even buying 2 packages was cheaper than buying whole lobsters and a heck of a lot easier. Again, I thought I was being frugal. Little did I know. I sent Kenny to pick up the tenderloin on December 23. Good thing he was carrying extra cash. See I never thought to get a price. I just ordered it. The ham is usually around 50 bucks so I figured it would be about the same. Now let me explain something to you right now that you probably already know. I had NO idea that beef tenderloin=filet mignon. I told Kenny he needed to pick up "the beef" and off he went. When he arrived he told them our last name and they said they would be back with our filet mignon. His head started spinning cause he knew the weight I ordered.

He came home carrying this GARGANTUAN piece of meat and told me that I was never allowed to order beef again, but laughing at the same time. It had to be at least 2 feet wide and I said what is that? He said the filet mignon you ordered! I said no I didn't. I ordered a beef tenderloin. He said it's the same thing! Oh no, no, no, no, no, I said. What am I going to do?? My father takes one look at that and he's going to kill me. No one buys a 9 pound filet mignon!! I was in full panic mode. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh no, no, no. I could hear him already. Why would you spend that amount of money?? You're crazy. That's ridiculous. Maybe he won't notice, I thought. I hoped. I prayed.

Christmas morning arrives and I start cooking. My parents arrive sometime after 12 and my mom comes in the kitchen. What is that?? I ssh'd her and told her to keep her voice down, Daddy will hear you. I explained that I didn't know it was the same thing and she started laughing. He's going to know, you know. She told me. I sighed and meekly said, I know. My father comes into the kitchen and spies this HUGE piece of beef on my counter, immediately knowing what it was and said Oh Julie! How much did you spend? I lied. I told him $55. He said $55 my ass. How much?? $94, head hung low and shifting my weight from one trembling foot to another. Why would you spend that much money? You had a million gifts to buy and you spent almost a hundred bucks on beef?? I re-explained the story for, let's see...the 3rd time. He laughed, shaking his head. See fortunately, my family knows me. I'm not too swift on a lot of matters. Anyway, it was Christmas! If you're going to splurge, might as well do it then. Dinner was delicious if I do say so myself. Later that evening I found $40 in the pocket of my apron. I don't know if it came from my mom or my dad. They're good people!

So when my cousin was over the other night he commented that that meal was the best he has ever had. Ever! And he just got back from Italy, so I'm feeling pretty proud now. Then last night Kenny and Austin were talking about it again. Jesse chimed in oh yeah. That was SOO good. And this morning I read a story that made me think of it again. Kenny did say, hey - if we put a little money aside for the next few paychecks we can have it again this year. But we have to start saving now. I guess they like my food and to Kenny it's worth it to save up and eat really really well. The End!

Friday, October 12, 2007

A Nice Cup of Tea


Recently I found this article by George Orwell regarding the perfect cup of tea. Being a novice myself in the art of tea-drinking I was floored. Geez Louise, there's a lot of steps according to his standards. My mom and dad are coffee drinkers. But in the middle of the winter, occasionally, they would surprise us kids and ask for tea in the evening. My dad would call either me or my sister downstairs and ask us to make "Bags of teaness, threeness." That meant simply take a kettle of boiling water and add 3 Lipton tea bags. Their tea, like their coffee, called for sugar and milk. I think that old George would have a stroke! That was the extent of their tea prowess. I never liked tea. I didn't know any better. Good tea doesn't come in a Lipton bag. I was first reintroduced to Chai tea by a previous coworker. I have to admit, I do love a cup of Chai. I know that die-hard tea drinkers reading this are probably cringing in agony over the thought. But I love it. I'm also now a big fan of Earl Grey. And his female counter-part Lady Grey. We have bags and loose tea. But we use an infuser in this house. Again, George is rolling in his grave, I'm sure. Well actually I'm not sure, because I don't even know if he has passed away. Given the date of the article and his picture, I am assuming he has. ANYWAY, I found the article, realized that I am completely inept at the art of tea drinking and thought I would share it with you. It's pretty long but worth reading. Are you a novice, expert or somewhere in between?



A Nice Cup of Tea

By George Orwell

Evening Standard, 12 January 1946.

If you look up 'tea' in the first cookery book that comes to hand you will probably find that it is unmentioned; or at most you will find a few lines of sketchy instructions which give no ruling on several of the most important points.

This is curious, not only because tea is one of the main stays of civilization in this country, as well as in Eire, Australia and New Zealand, but because the best manner of making it is the subject of violent disputes.

When I look through my own recipe for the perfect cup of tea, I find no fewer than eleven outstanding points. On perhaps two of them there would be pretty general agreement, but at least four others are acutely controversial. Here are my own eleven rules, every one of which I regard as golden:

  • First of all, one should use Indian or Ceylonese tea. China tea has virtues which are not to be despised nowadays — it is economical, and one can drink it without milk — but there is not much stimulation in it. One does not feel wiser, braver or more optimistic after drinking it. Anyone who has used that comforting phrase 'a nice cup of tea' invariably means Indian tea.
  • Secondly, tea should be made in small quantities — that is, in a teapot. Tea out of an urn is always tasteless, while army tea, made in a cauldron, tastes of grease and whitewash. The teapot should be made of china or earthenware. Silver or Britanniaware teapots produce inferior tea and enamel pots are worse; though curiously enough a pewter teapot (a rarity nowadays) is not so bad.
  • Thirdly, the pot should be warmed beforehand. This is better done by placing it on the hob than by the usual method of swilling it out with hot water.
  • Fourthly, the tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right. In a time of rationing, this is not an idea that can be realized on every day of the week, but I maintain that one strong cup of tea is better than twenty weak ones. All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes — a fact which is recognized in the extra ration issued to old-age pensioners.
  • Fifthly, the tea should be put straight into the pot. No strainers, muslin bags or other devices to imprison the tea. In some countries teapots are fitted with little dangling baskets under the spout to catch the stray leaves, which are supposed to be harmful. Actually one can swallow tea-leaves in considerable quantities without ill effect, and if the tea is not loose in the pot it never infuses properly.
  • Sixthly, one should take the teapot to the kettle and not the other way about. The water should be actually boiling at the moment of impact, which means that one should keep it on the flame while one pours. Some people add that one should only use water that has been freshly brought to the boil, but I have never noticed that it makes any difference.
  • Seventhly, after making the tea, one should stir it, or better, give the pot a good shake, afterwards allowing the leaves to settle.
  • Eighthly, one should drink out of a good breakfast cup — that is, the cylindrical type of cup, not the flat, shallow type. The breakfast cup holds more, and with the other kind one's tea is always half cold before one has well started on it.
  • Ninthly, one should pour the cream off the milk before using it for tea. Milk that is too creamy always gives tea a sickly taste.
  • Tenthly, one should pour tea into the cup first. This is one of the most controversial points of all; indeed in every family in Britain there are probably two schools of thought on the subject. The milk-first school can bring forward some fairly strong arguments, but I maintain that my own argument is unanswerable. This is that, by putting the tea in first and stirring as one pours, one can exactly regulate the amount of milk whereas one is liable to put in too much milk if one does it the other way round.
  • Lastly, tea — unless one is drinking it in the Russian style — should be drunk without sugar. I know very well that I am in a minority here. But still, how can you call yourself a true tealover if you destroy the flavour of your tea by putting sugar in it? It would be equally reasonable to put in pepper or salt. Tea is meant to be bitter, just as beer is meant to be bitter. If you sweeten it, you are no longer tasting the tea, you are merely tasting the sugar; you could make a very similar drink by dissolving sugar in plain hot water.

    Some people would answer that they don't like tea in itself, that they only drink it in order to be warmed and stimulated, and they need sugar to take the taste away. To those misguided people I would say: Try drinking tea without sugar for, say, a fortnight and it is very unlikely that you will ever want to ruin your tea by sweetening it again.

These are not the only controversial points to arise in connexion with tea drinking, but they are sufficient to show how subtilized the whole business has become. There is also the mysterious social etiquette surrounding the teapot (why is it considered vulgar to drink out of your saucer, for instance?) and much might be written about the subsidiary uses of tealeaves, such as telling fortunes, predicting the arrival of visitors, feeding rabbits, healing burns and sweeping the carpet. It is worth paying attention to such details as warming the pot and using water that is really boiling, so as to make quite sure of wringing out of one's ration the twenty good, strong cups of that two ounces, properly handled, ought to represent.

(taken from The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell, Volume 3, 1943-45, Penguin ISBN, 0-14-00-3153-7)


Thursday, October 11, 2007

Breast Cancer Awareness Giveaway and Cookies

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. 5 Minutes for Mom is giving away a pink camera to help spread the awareness of this disease. Take a minute and hop over to their site and enter the drawing. Be sure and tell them I sent you!

Now for a completely unrelated topic: COOKIES! The dinner dishes were done. We were waiting for Kenny to get home from work. God Bless him and the OT hours he puts in. Jesse was on the couch watching Pokemon or Hanna Montana or The Suite Life of Zach and Cody or who knows really. Austin was trying desperately to get him to play Uno. He's not a big fan of watching TV. And he's not allowed on his Play Station or Gameboy or the computer due to his progress report in English. So while he sulked upstairs a brilliant idea came to mind. Let's make cookies! I called him down to see if he wanted to help and he of course said yes. Anything is better than watching TV in his eyes. We made Three Chocolate Cookies from Paula Deen. Dear Lord are they good. We've made them before but each time it still amazes me. If you have gimpy hands like me I strongly suggest that you have someone help you. Mixing in all of that chocolate is pretty hard. We all took turns stirring in the chocolate, even Jesse who managed to pull himself away from the TV for 5 minutes. When the cookies were done, we ALL played Uno (I kicked teenage butt!) and waited for Kenny while enjoying one of these gargantuan cookies. Nice thing about them is you only need one! Since the weather appears to be changing now for a lot of us and turning the oven on isn't killing us anymore, why don't you try this recipe. Believe me - you will not be sorry!!

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1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
1/2 cup vegetable shortening (I used butter flavored Crisco)
3/4 cup sugar
1 3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 3/4 cups AP flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 (12-oz bag) semisweet chocolate morsels
1 cup milk chocolate morsels
3 (1-oz) squares bittersweet chocolate, chopped
1 cup almond brickle chips (I actually used half of a bag of Heath bar pieces)

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Lightly grease baking sheets.

With an electric mixer, beat butter and shortening at meedium speed until creamy; gradually add sugars, beating until fluffy. Add eggs and vanilla, beating well.

In a small bowl, combine flour baking soda and salt; gradually add to butter mixture, beating until blended. Stir in chocolate morsels and almond brickle chips (or Heath pieces.) Drop cookies by 1/4 cupfuls (I used an icecream scoop because that's what she did when I saw her make it on the show) about 3 inches apart onto prepared baking sheets. Bake for 11-12 minutes or until lightly browned. Let cool for 2 minutes on sheet. Remove to wire racks to cool.