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26 Jun 11:43

beach

by OMDG
In keeping with the idea that I should be relishing every moment of my daughter's childhood, I took my daughter to the beach yesterday to have a not-socially-distanced mostly outdoor playdate with one of her best friends from school, and to hang out with friend's mom.  AP came too.  In a state with <400 new cases per day, among people who are largely responsible, it was a calculated risk that I thought was worth taking.  

(Of course, since most people fall into the category of "liar liar pants on fire" with respect to their personal daily social distancing habits, we may all die of COVID four weeks from now, but hopefully not.  We shall see.)

I had no idea whether Dyl would have fun since we've never really done the beach as a family before -- IMO the beach is best enjoyed with a friend rather than a parent -- but she had a blast.  The girls played in the ocean, dove into waves, boogie boarded, dug for clams, built sand castles, and generally had an amazing time.  Mild sunburns were incurred by all, mostly in areas where I failed to effectively reapply sunscreen, but overall I think we did ok.  Dylan is still recovering.

We also had delicious mussles and shrimp for dinner, and key lime pie.  It was scrumptious.  We finished the day with the most spectacular sunset I've seen in a while.  It was basically a perfect day, and I only thought about the state of our country for about 25% of the time.  

We arrived home at about 10:30 (despite literally 100s of deer we saw on the way home eagerly awaiting the chance to bound haphazardly in front of my car, as punishment for our hubris).  

Dylan is still exhausted and extra whiny today.  It has been really difficult to get going again today work-wise, but here I am.  

Proof of mommy and daughter beach day
Spectacular sunset that was much more impressive in person

I have had a bit of paralysis this morning from the overwhelm from the amount of crap I have to get done in the next four days.  OMG it is so much.  Hahahahaha.  In keeping with the idea that I should simultaneously be enjoying every moment and working constantly, I wanted to assure the internet and any future person or organization I work for that I am working constantly.  In the car, at the beach, eating dinner... even when I am asleep.  

Fin.
18 Apr 23:52

crispy tofu pad thai

by deb

Like a lot of people who go way back in the land of food blogs, I learned how to make pad thai from Pim Techamuanvivit. Pim wrote Chez Pim for many years before moving onto make jams (still the best apricot I’ve ever had) and then, homesick for the food she missed from growing up in Bangkok and disappointed by the versions of Thai food she saw in American restaurants (and “the tyranny of peanut sauce”), opened her first restaurant, Kin Khao, in San Francisco in 2014. It received a Michelin star a year after it opened because why do anything mediocre?

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11 Mar 22:25

chocolate peanut butter tart

by deb

peanut butter chocolate tart, tagalongs-style

Definitely one of the best things about having a 6.5 year old is that he now has classmates that can bestow upon us The Annual Gift of the Thin Mint Cookies. If there were any other Girl Scout Cookies worth celebrating, I knew nothing about them until pickup earlier this week when I saw other parents scurrying off with boxes of curiosities like Samoas and Tagalongs and launched a full investigation. Seriously, why did nobody tell me about those crispy chewy rings of caramel, coconut and stripes of chocolate? Was there always a cookie with both peanut butter and chocolate in it or is this some millennium baby voodoo? Making up for time lost to Thin Mint blinders begins here and now.

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10 Aug 22:47

Ripe for the Picking: Peach Caprese Salad Recipe

by Ashley
Peach Caprese Salad Recipe - Sugar & Cloth

This salad is the definition of simple. By now you know that I, Alex, prefer my summer meals to be fairly humble. I let nature do the heavy lifting so I have more time for soaking up the sun and lounging outside on warm summer nights, and there’s nothing complicated about this peach caprese salad. […]

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01 Jun 13:48

And still we are here

by Dr. V

brodes2

So here we are. I wake up every morning and do what I have to do, because that is what you do, and write articles about broken toenails and plan for the book release, and then when I pause in my activities I remember: oh yes. That. It wasn’t a bad dream.

I have done what I am supposed to do. We held hands and stood in the face of a futile fight, and laid down our weapons. You may come, death. We do not fear you. And yet now that we have welcomed him, he hesitates, the rotten bastard.

We spent Mother’s Day at the beach, and afternoons watching the balloons drift by overhead. We enjoyed what moments we had, knowing they were to be short. And they are short, even shorter than we all had realized. The last full conversation we had was about a currant pudding, and then she moved into that chill fog of wandering from this plane into the next.

One of the last things I heard her say clearly, besides “I love you,” was “My bags are packed.” It doesn’t get much clearer than that. Our slates are clean, our consciences clear, and all we can do now is wait for the capricious whims of a malignancy that creeps this way and that in the motherboard of the brain, until at last, millimeter by millimeter, it overwhelms.

When you talk to the dying and ask them what they fear most, it is not being dead, something which is when all is said and done, rather dull by all accounts. It is the journey that worries them, the brambly path and the hands that pull them back or the quicksand of ineffectual treatments that, despite our best attempts, cannot make us immortal. They worry that they will suffer, and they are right to do so, because we do much to prolong it.

“Cherish every moment,” they say, and I did. There was a time, days or weeks ago, when there were still moments to cherish. But despite what some people will tell you, there is a line that some cross, a time where those moments are gone, where 22 hours of agitated sleep are interrupted by an hour or two of fretful wakefulness and perhaps a nod, and when they tell you the suffering is worth those small remaining moments, they are wrong. “Cherish these last days” does not bring me comfort, because she is gone in all but the literal physical sense.

Perhaps for you, the one by the bedside drinking those drops of life like a parched man in the desert, these last hours are worth it, but I do not believe they are for the one in the bed. I understand not everyone agrees, but I do believe we have the right to decide for ourselves when that line has been crossed. I’ve always felt that way- after all, I do this for a living for pets. The vast majority of people, in that situation, recognize the line way before the body reaches it on its own, and we can conjure death to our sides when he’s dragging his feet.

When the line is crossed with people, all that remains is an agonized twiddling of the thumbs, a bedside vigil that stretches ahead, vast and unrelenting. Those at peace have been waiting for it, and welcome it with open arms and relief and often not a small bit of impatience.

My mother is not suffering too much I suppose, though more than I would like because to me she shouldn’t suffer at all. We are managing her with a large and extensive brew of medications, consulting with the hospice team, feeling her feet for signs of cold and moving her this way and that so she doesn’t develop sores. What dignity she strove to live with her whole life is reduced to the fact that what we must do, is done by family and not strangers.

I am sad, because I know she is dying, and there is so little control of the situation.The pain of her being gone from my life is nothing compared to the feeling of helplessness while we try to ease her discomfort. We are doing all we can, and in my conversations with the hospice staff I know what we are doing as a family is more than most are able to, and that makes me both grateful and sad for others.

I believe she can still hear me, so for now I can whisper in her ear and hold her hand, choking down tears I don’t have time for- I can do that later. It will have to be enough. But do not tell me to be grateful for these last hours. There are many blessings in this journey, but this is not one of them.

Maybe someday I can look back at the ghosts of this experience and make something of it, but for now, all I can do is be frustrated at a world that views compassion so very differently for a person than they do a dog.

And it is a lesson I shall not soon forget.

 

16 Mar 22:22

Training Your Dogs, According to Tumblr

04 Dec 21:58

decadent hot chocolate mix

by deb

decadent hot chocolate mix

Here is how I’ve made hot chocolate for most of my life: heat some milk in a saucepan, add a bit of unsweetened cocoa and sugar and whisk. Form lumps. Be unable to break up lumps. Get frustrated, try again, this time slowly slowly slowly whisking milk into cocoa and sugar, hoping to form something of a cocoa roux. Heat mixture until steamy and drink merrily, trying to ignore faint background of chalkiness. Hooray for cocoa?

what you'll need, except maybe not marshmallows
grind it up and you're done

Until this week, that is. This week, I saw a recipe for a homemade hot chocolate mix in this month’s Cook’s Illustrated that had my undivided attention because it wasn’t just cocoa and sugar but ground chocolate and vanilla and salt and and and… I mean, how bad could it be? What was the worst that could happen — we’d have to warm up with several cups of hot cocoa in a single week in the name of recipe testing? I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: sometimes, this job is the worst.

homemade hot chocolate

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18 Aug 18:42

Peanut Butter Whipped Cream

by Cathy

Peanut Butter Whipped Cream Noble Pig 2
I'm eating this by the bowlful today while celebrating my birthday. I was too lazy and too hot to bake myself a cake, a symptom of getting older I guess. And this whipped cream is the perfect way to make my day perfect.

What I like most is its stability. It's not runny or oily and will hold up well when piped on cupcakes or cake and remains strong when dolloped on big cup of hot coffee.  As you can imagine, its uses are endless, especially if you love peanut butter like me.  ...

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