Friday, July 31, 2009
Ok Sis, this is it. The soup Ian made for me the other night. So...when I say, "I had "chicken soup" I'm refering to this... As you can see, it's not your run of the mill "Chicken Noodle." He roasts the chicken the night before seasoned with salt and soy sauce. He doesn't use chicken stock. He just uses plain water, then he adds frozen supermarket corn, onions, tomatos cut in cubes and frozen broccoli. A bit of salt. Then he adds that ancient five thousand year old secret called soy sauce. Whatever else he finds the in fridge. Fish eyes. Eye of Newt. Whatever. About the last thing to go in is shredded chicken cubes. And then East meets French. He adds cheese. Cheddar, Mexican Monterrey Jack. If not available, Italian Provolone is fine too. Then he cracks two eggs onto a plate and poaches the eggs. When done, the chicken and vegetables go into a big soup plate, the eggs go on top, the broth goes on, and then... more cheese. The serving size can feed a village. Pottery Barn great white collection. He uses the dinner plate for soup, not the cereal bowl. Imagine a standard dinner plate. Now double the size. Its not a diet soup :) I think Ian should open his own soup shop on Ninth Avenue in NYC. Instead of Soup Nazi, he can be Mao Tse Tung Soup. Your secret is out Ian.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
"Mom, can I have a snack?"
What? Didn't you just eat? Ian, did Mitchell just ask those folks barbecuing for a snack? LOL!
Mitchell, our growing boy.
A friend asked, "What are you listening to?" Tony Bennett's MTV Unplugged. Timeless Tony Bennett. Standards, great music to relax to.
There are many things I like about living in Connecticut, but one of the things I like most is living by a beach. Is it Hawaii? No, not quite. The water is cold and yes, the sand isn't the soft white sand of Hawaii or Florida, but it's sand. I was recently on the beach, when I overheard two ladies complaining about the sand. I thought, "Hey, at least we have sand. Geesh..." And what a treat to watch the 4th of July fireworks on the beach.
So today, my husband (Ian) took the day off. A very rare occurence these days. He spent most of that day running errands. Taking the car in for emissions, etc.. He looked so ragged from all the running around. Our boys M&m go to summer school and don't get much of a break either.
So...at 5:00 pm, we headed to the beach for a little beach siesta. It is my favorite time to go to the beach. It's not crowded. The sun is not as strong. There's a nice breeze. And the sailing class is going on, so there's a view of all the little white sailboats. Just a lovely way to end the day.
You are allowed to barbecue on the beach. So around 5:00 pm. people will often have a barbeque or picnic on the beach. It smells so good, and usually gets our teenager's attention.
I have never barbequed on the beach, although I have fantasized about it. I just can't be bothered, but I do try to remember to bring some money for the snack bar (they won't take your debit card, folks). Yes, I have asked. :P The snack bar is a little pricey, but pretty good. The hotdogs are a big hit with my boys. But I just heard that the American Cancer Society just placed a warning that hotdogs cause cancer? Looks like I'll be packing a picnic from now on. Anyway, besides selling cancer inducing hotdogs, the snack bar also sells pails and shovels, lotion etc...
I recently asked Ian, "Maybe we should take a little get away to Maine or the Hamptons?" He scanned the beach and said, "Why? It's the same beach here. The beaches in the Hamptons are filthy and people are disgusting" Hum.. Ian's very jaded when it comes to beautiful beaches and pretentious people. He grew up in the Pacific, and he a cynical and isn't easily impressed. I put my headphones back on and dose back off into la la land. Ahhhhh.