Tonight's Menu:
Pork Tenderloin with Honey-Butter Sauce
Roasted Gold and Red Beets
Rice
Artichokes with Melted Butter
Warm Foccacia
For Dessert is the Oreo Cookie cake w/Vanilla Frosting I made last night.
Having a glass of Pinio Grigio and about to slice a bit of bread for an appetizer. Then I'll get the beets roasting. I have to check my recipe for the pork and then get the rice started. I also have some leftover squash. I may serve that too.
On another note, every day that goes by I wish to God that we can open the store soon. I need to go my separate way from Mikey. I mean, we can run the store together, but that's about it. i want him to be happy. Maybe I can help him find a girl (or whatever) who he likes. I know that once I really put my mind to it, it shouldn't be hard for me to find another guy. I admit, it's easier for girls. I'm small and pretty. I'm smart and I like to cook and I just want to have a family to take care of. And soon, hopefully, I'll own half of a thriving business. It should be easy to find a rich, handsome man who wants to have passionate sex every night, right? Come on fellas, man up!!!
Uh oh, I think maybe I drank too much wine on an empty stomach. I'm being honest and, by default, vulgar. I can't help it. I know I'm a little chubby, but for real. Most men would be all over that butt. I'd rather have some tit and ass than be a skinny rail. I'm just so sick of dealing with whiny ass Mike. he's good friend, but we can't live together forever. I'm just not physically satisfied. I don't know how he can be. As soon as I know he can take care of himself because we're making money. And we can get him his own place. Right now I sleep on the couch upstairs every night. It's cleaner, cooler, and I'm not near Mike. I love him as a friend, but I know I can find more passion.
Just opened an old hunk of unused French Brie to have wit my Foccacia so I don't throw up before dinner. It will probably take longer than I have to soften to the desired consistency. And I think I just heard the Honda, which means I may puke anyway when I have to listen to Mike complain about how his back hurts, some more.
Oh, here he is. So he wants to play his dumb ass Mafia Wars and stupid ass Facebook. So I get to go make dinner and clean up the kitchen, vacuum, feed the animals, and all that crap while he smokes up and dicks around on the computer. And I'm supposed to be all enraptured, yeah, right.
Until Later.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Valentine's Day - No Hater's Allowed
Happy Valentine's Day!!
I know that many, many people really hate Valentine's Day. I can understand why people dislike this holiday for various reasons; I, however, will always celebrate Valentine's Day happily. It serves it's purpose by bringing up my spirits during an otherwise long, cold time of year. I have celebrated some Valentine's alone and been a little depressed. It's great if you have someone to spend the day with, just the two of you. But if you don't, I think it can be just as nice to celebrate with family or friends. This year I am making a dinner party for Mike and I and my younger brother Sam is here with us so he's going to eat with us. My sister may be with us as well if she ends up getting home soon enough. I kind of hope she doesn't make it because she puts me on edge. I never know when she's gonna freak out and start swearing at people. And if her boyfriend is with her I'll be really disappointed. He really grates on my nerves. His voice annoys me as much, if not more than, that aaaahnt, aaahnt alarm clock buzzer sound. And I hate that sound.
Anyway, it is now hours after I originally began this post. Shortly after beginning, as usual, my computer was usurped by Mike so he can play his Mafia Wars (I hate Mafia Wars). And I've been cooking and baking all day now for my Valentine's Day Family Feast. We're having currant scones and sugar cookies that my Mom made for us before she left for VA with my other brother. That's a whole other story involving a KKK affiliated police officer and a sawed-off muzzle loader. That will have be a tale for a different holiday. Perhaps President's Day. That would be more fitting anyhow.
Let's end this rant with a favorite topic of mine: Food, of course. Keep in mind that I am aware that the combination of food is bizarre. It's because today's feast began in my mind as a tea party. But a combination of events and circumstances has led me to combine tea with dinner. So we have a sort of mish mash of desserts and tea cake type items, mixed with a hearty winter dinner. Besides what my Mom made, we're having lamb stew, chicken salad tea sandwiches, Madeleine's, deviled eggs, and strawberries with whipped cream. I'm really bummed because I tried to make eclairs and I really, really screwed them up. I love, love, love chocolate eclairs. I may try again later tonight. If I'm up for it.
Anyway, I hope everyone has an alright, at least, night. No moping allowed. I hate that!
I know that many, many people really hate Valentine's Day. I can understand why people dislike this holiday for various reasons; I, however, will always celebrate Valentine's Day happily. It serves it's purpose by bringing up my spirits during an otherwise long, cold time of year. I have celebrated some Valentine's alone and been a little depressed. It's great if you have someone to spend the day with, just the two of you. But if you don't, I think it can be just as nice to celebrate with family or friends. This year I am making a dinner party for Mike and I and my younger brother Sam is here with us so he's going to eat with us. My sister may be with us as well if she ends up getting home soon enough. I kind of hope she doesn't make it because she puts me on edge. I never know when she's gonna freak out and start swearing at people. And if her boyfriend is with her I'll be really disappointed. He really grates on my nerves. His voice annoys me as much, if not more than, that aaaahnt, aaahnt alarm clock buzzer sound. And I hate that sound.
Anyway, it is now hours after I originally began this post. Shortly after beginning, as usual, my computer was usurped by Mike so he can play his Mafia Wars (I hate Mafia Wars). And I've been cooking and baking all day now for my Valentine's Day Family Feast. We're having currant scones and sugar cookies that my Mom made for us before she left for VA with my other brother. That's a whole other story involving a KKK affiliated police officer and a sawed-off muzzle loader. That will have be a tale for a different holiday. Perhaps President's Day. That would be more fitting anyhow.
Let's end this rant with a favorite topic of mine: Food, of course. Keep in mind that I am aware that the combination of food is bizarre. It's because today's feast began in my mind as a tea party. But a combination of events and circumstances has led me to combine tea with dinner. So we have a sort of mish mash of desserts and tea cake type items, mixed with a hearty winter dinner. Besides what my Mom made, we're having lamb stew, chicken salad tea sandwiches, Madeleine's, deviled eggs, and strawberries with whipped cream. I'm really bummed because I tried to make eclairs and I really, really screwed them up. I love, love, love chocolate eclairs. I may try again later tonight. If I'm up for it.
Anyway, I hope everyone has an alright, at least, night. No moping allowed. I hate that!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Coming Home to be Housekeeper
I kind of feel like I have accepted a job as a live-in nanny/housekeeper. I knew that part of the reason my Mom was so accepting of Mike and I moving in, with all our dogs no less, was that she wanted help taking care of the house and my siblings. I guess I just didn't realize that by help she meant do everything while she stayed with her new boyfriend three states away.
It should be noted, as well, that all my siblings should be able to care for themselves by now. Should be able to and able to are very different things, however. None of them can hold a job, and they have no way of earning any income, so my mother supports them all. This is not really something she is able to do easily either. They are under the impression that my mother is a bajillionaire. In reality, we are lucky to be considered lower middle class on a good day.
I moved out originally when I was seventeen, partially because I wanted to live with my boyfriend at the time but mostly because I couldn't stand living in the mayhem that had become our life. My parents had just got divorced and my Mom was a basket case. She didn't know what to do with the three teenagers and one pre-teen she was left to raise on her own. She was overwhelmed by all the responsibilities of caring for an enormous, old, falling apart Victorian home. And her heart was broken on top of it all. So it's not surprising that we were all, very suddenly, left to our own devices. And perhaps due to the fact that my parents had, for a time, fancied themselves ritzy, they had taught us shockingly little that would come in handy in the real world. And we all know that the school system doesn't do any of us a lick of good when it comes to filling out job applications or opening a bank account.
I had been lucky in that I had both parents in my life for the longest amount of time. I had also been lucky in many ways (although also unlucky in many ways) because my parents were able to send me to boarding school for most of high school. So I was super fortunate to gain skills there that my brothers and sister just didn't learn. For instance, I have a lot more discipline than any of them because I had to live by very strict rules and uphold firm expectations that taught me perseverance. They are still under the impression that everything should be handed to them on a silver platter, literally. But I really feel like we all didn't learn many skills which could have proved useful when it came time to make lives for ourselves. Our parents were terrible with money, and so are we. Although, I really believe I am accurate in saying that I am the most frugal and thoughtful when it comes to finances. That's really not saying much when the people I'm comparing myself to are members of my immediate family.
For example, my brother owes my Mom a ton of money. He has been living off her with no job for months. He was arrested in Virginia right after Christmas carrying a sawed-off shotgun (long story. But it sounds worse than it was. He was hiking part of the Appalachian Trail and he was in town waiting for a package and he didn't know his gun was a couple inches too short. What an idiot, I know). So he owes my Mom for the lawyer and travelling expenses, the whole lot. And finally he gets his taxes back, and what does he do? First thing, he goes out and buys a PlayStation Three and a bunch of new games. And then he wants to sit three feet from the T.V. in the living room and play video games all day. My Mom is furious, to say the least, and he has no idea why "she's being such a bitch". Can anyone believe that? I find it difficult and I witnessed the whole thing!
Anyhow, back to the overwhelming amount of responsibility I have just recently had dumped into my hands. My Mom opened a household bank account from which I must purchase groceries and any household supplies or necessities. I have to help my brothers get to their appointments and pick up their medication. I have been doing most of the cleaning and cooking when my Mom is home and all of it when she is away. I stacked the wood we just got, and the pellets - after we called around for the best prices. Holy Shit, it's never-ending. If I thought I was a maid to Mikey before, I just didn't know the half of it.
Anyhow, enough bitching and moaning for now. I'm making a pot roast and I'm worried it's not going to be juicy and tender but dry and tough. Oh, I hope not, it's taken hours! And I'm also trying to assemble a cream tart that is going to be done around two a.m. if I'm lucky. Oh, sad you, I'm sure everyone cares just so much about my disastrous life. Not. Until later.
It should be noted, as well, that all my siblings should be able to care for themselves by now. Should be able to and able to are very different things, however. None of them can hold a job, and they have no way of earning any income, so my mother supports them all. This is not really something she is able to do easily either. They are under the impression that my mother is a bajillionaire. In reality, we are lucky to be considered lower middle class on a good day.
I moved out originally when I was seventeen, partially because I wanted to live with my boyfriend at the time but mostly because I couldn't stand living in the mayhem that had become our life. My parents had just got divorced and my Mom was a basket case. She didn't know what to do with the three teenagers and one pre-teen she was left to raise on her own. She was overwhelmed by all the responsibilities of caring for an enormous, old, falling apart Victorian home. And her heart was broken on top of it all. So it's not surprising that we were all, very suddenly, left to our own devices. And perhaps due to the fact that my parents had, for a time, fancied themselves ritzy, they had taught us shockingly little that would come in handy in the real world. And we all know that the school system doesn't do any of us a lick of good when it comes to filling out job applications or opening a bank account.
I had been lucky in that I had both parents in my life for the longest amount of time. I had also been lucky in many ways (although also unlucky in many ways) because my parents were able to send me to boarding school for most of high school. So I was super fortunate to gain skills there that my brothers and sister just didn't learn. For instance, I have a lot more discipline than any of them because I had to live by very strict rules and uphold firm expectations that taught me perseverance. They are still under the impression that everything should be handed to them on a silver platter, literally. But I really feel like we all didn't learn many skills which could have proved useful when it came time to make lives for ourselves. Our parents were terrible with money, and so are we. Although, I really believe I am accurate in saying that I am the most frugal and thoughtful when it comes to finances. That's really not saying much when the people I'm comparing myself to are members of my immediate family.
For example, my brother owes my Mom a ton of money. He has been living off her with no job for months. He was arrested in Virginia right after Christmas carrying a sawed-off shotgun (long story. But it sounds worse than it was. He was hiking part of the Appalachian Trail and he was in town waiting for a package and he didn't know his gun was a couple inches too short. What an idiot, I know). So he owes my Mom for the lawyer and travelling expenses, the whole lot. And finally he gets his taxes back, and what does he do? First thing, he goes out and buys a PlayStation Three and a bunch of new games. And then he wants to sit three feet from the T.V. in the living room and play video games all day. My Mom is furious, to say the least, and he has no idea why "she's being such a bitch". Can anyone believe that? I find it difficult and I witnessed the whole thing!
Anyhow, back to the overwhelming amount of responsibility I have just recently had dumped into my hands. My Mom opened a household bank account from which I must purchase groceries and any household supplies or necessities. I have to help my brothers get to their appointments and pick up their medication. I have been doing most of the cleaning and cooking when my Mom is home and all of it when she is away. I stacked the wood we just got, and the pellets - after we called around for the best prices. Holy Shit, it's never-ending. If I thought I was a maid to Mikey before, I just didn't know the half of it.
Anyhow, enough bitching and moaning for now. I'm making a pot roast and I'm worried it's not going to be juicy and tender but dry and tough. Oh, I hope not, it's taken hours! And I'm also trying to assemble a cream tart that is going to be done around two a.m. if I'm lucky. Oh, sad you, I'm sure everyone cares just so much about my disastrous life. Not. Until later.
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