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Get the First Aid Kit Ready, ‘Cuz Mama’s Gonna Cook

Those are the very words that just came from my husband’s mouth.  This would be quite funny, as I’m a pretty decent cook and baker, but sadly, I have the wounds to support this statement.  Let me recap for you…

Thanksgiving Day

  • I broke one of the Reidel wine glasses because I wasn’t thinking, plain and simply.  I put a stoneware casserole dish on top of the glass in the drainer, so it really wasn’t a surprise – though that didn’t mean I didn’t curse.
  • I dropped half a dozen eggs on the floor.  Mind you, I needed each and every one of those eggs.  Luckily, since it was for cooking later and they’d need to be broken anyway, I salvaged the cracked ones.
  • I was opened a can for the corn casserole and thought it would be smart to put the trash into the can and sliced my finger something fierce.
  • I went into the one and only pantry (apartment living sometimes sucks!) and was looking for my can of creamed corn for the casserole and managed to knock over the fish sauce and spill it all over me.  Thankfully, I was wearing an apron.

Friday

  • I helped my friend out in her shop.  It was my job to mix the dry oil sprays.  I managed to get scented oil into my wounded and unbandaged finger (that I sliced just yesterday – see above).  Not related to cooking, but still hurt like a mutha!

Saturday

  • All was good since I didn’t cook at all.

Sunday/Today

  • Spilled grease all over my own work space in the kitchen.
  • Nearly dropped the dirty frying pan…on me!
  • Noticed the handle to the can opener might be too near the fire.  I pick it up, meant to smell it to see if it smelled like it was melting and burnt my lip!!  Seriously, it’s a nasty burn.

There were other various incidents this weekend, but to be honest, it’s all just one big injury-filled blur to me.  So yeah, since I plan on making some cookies to ship to my dad this year, I think I might be better off if we do dig out that emergency kit.  Or maybe I should just cheat and buy the pre-made cookie rolls from William Sonoma and call it a day.

Can You Say Brrrzy & You Paid What?!?! Edition

Part One: Can You Say Brrrzy?

It’s official…we’ve reached fall here in greater Los Angeles.  The Santa Anas have come to play, leaves are blowing every which way, the valley is clear as can be and the windows are closed.  Mind you, I have no idea how we go for 100 degree days to 69 degrees in mere days and my allergies are killing me, but whatever.

We got home from dinner last night around midnight or so (with a brief sojourn into El Monte to drop a friend home first).  We walked in to the apartment and it was downright cold!  Like in the low 60’s kind of cold.  While that might not seem too cold for your blood, keep in mind that the longer you live in SoCal, the thinner your blood gets and the colder things appear.  Hence the Uggs and hoodies when we hit the mid to low 70’s.

Lucky for us, we still had our blanket lying about.  Which was a good thing because the window fan thermometer (it was in the 100’s just days ago remember) said it was 60 in the bedroom.  And you know, even with the window nearly closed but for an inch or so, we woke up and it was still 60 in the bedroom.  The hubs actually turned on the heat this morning (which of course set off the smoke detector as the dust burned off).  My morning cuppa tea hasn’t tasted so good in a long time.

So yeah, it was brrrzy today.  Perfect weather to lie around the house, snuggled under blankets with the boys either reading or catching up on TV.  Well, that and some chicken noodle soup…

Part Two: You Paid What?!?!

So being the first official cold day in a long, long time, it was time to head out to one of the many local area delis for some chicken noodle soup.  Normally, we get our chicken noodle from Jerry’s.  While their menu may be pricey, you always leave there with enough for yet another meal.

Today we decided to try someplace new – or at least new to us, and headed over to Art’s Delicatessen.  Definitely not something I’d recommend.  You’d think that a place that’s been open for 51 years would have some kickass food, right?  Guess not.  Or well, maybe the just got lazy.  Who knows.  Either way, we should have known something was up by how empty the place was – Jerry’s is never empty.

I ordered the 1/2 egg salad sandwich and the cup of soup.  The soup, not all that.  And honestly, for the extra $4.50 you’d expect something a little larger than the itty bitty cup they put it in.  I don’t know, like the size of what they serve at Jerry’s.  Needless to say, it certainly wasn’t worth the $4.50 for the couple tablespoons worth of broth, one piece of chicken and a few noodles.

The hubs went with an omelet and hashbrowns that he felt would have been better (and cheaper) at Denny’s.  Totally mediocre at best.  The kicker…the bill came to $42!!!  Yes, $42 for half a sandwich, a cup of soup, an omelet, two iced teas and a rice pudding.  Insane.  We paid $67 for three meals, four salads and a dessert last night…for four people.  And we brought three boxes of leftovers home with us (I won’t mention that their bar tab far exceeded our dinner tab – I was the designated driver so I don’t complain, I just drive).

The funny thing, as we were leaving, I overheard this little gift asking her mom “is it bad?” over and over.  All the while, her mom was looking at some sort of sandwich with a not so happy face on.  She eventually nodded yes to her daughter while opening her sandwich up for her husband to see.  Seems I’m not alone in my complaints (oddly, the Yelpers seem to love Art’s).

The moral of the story…avoid Art’s Delicatessen at all costs.  It’s not very good.  It’s crazy ass expensive (without leftovers like at other delis).  And well, they don’t have any Jewish pastries.  What the hell kind of Jewish deli doesn’t have any Jewish pastries?!?!?  Is it too much to expect a little rugelach or those flaky appricot pastries my Hungarian grandmother used to make? At least our table service was good.

Talk About a Stupid Mistake

So yesterday I went to the grocery store to pick up some veggies for my caccitori and to pick up some meat for dinners this week.  When I got home, I immediately went to town chopping the veggies since the chicken had been in the crockpot for a bit already.

Turns out I totally forgot about putting the meat away until I went looking in the bag for the tomato.  So basically, my raw chicken and my pork had been without refrigeration for about 4 hours.  It was still quite cold, but I’m assuming I need to throw it away, right?  This is right up there with the don’t thaw the meat on the counter, right? (which, I should mention…I do fairly regularly).

So toss it?

I’m Getting a New Stove!!!

Such excitement here in LA Blogger Gal land.  We’ve been without a working oven since the spring.  And yes, our landlord has known.  And no, he didn’t put it off until now.

You see, we have no air conditioning here in our apartment (we use a wall unit in the living room which ONLY reaches the living room) and a gas stove.  So needless to say, from about late April until mid-October, it can get hot here in LA and even hotter in our apartment (even with the AC we’re typically in the mid-80’s inside).  So hot, that even boiling water raises the temperature in the kitchen a good 5-10 degrees causing me to sweat while cooking – yummy!  So really, there was no rush for the landlord to bring in the new stove (and we told him as much back in the spring).

But now…the weather is cooling.  Mind you, we still have some hot days ahead of us, without a doubt.  But as it stands now, the days have been very pleasant and the evenings downright cool.  So happy days are here again, and I get a new (not brand new, the landlords’ old one which is probably a good 10+ years newer than our last one – and not that crazy gold color) stove.

I think tonight we’ll be having something that requires being baked.  Pizza maybe?  And later this week(or maybe even today since I’ll have to go to the store to buy a pizza)  I’ll be making some muffins in celebration.  Woohoo!!

Why Isn’t Sushi Bite-Sized?

No really?  I don’t get it.  In all honesty, I’m not a native Californian gal and never even had sushi until about 6 or so years ago.  Even then it was only California rolls (I love those things!).  I slowly progressed to spicy tuna rolls. Yes, still rolls.

To be totally and completely honest, I just can’t get into the whole chunks of raw fish on a wad of rice.  It’s not that I’m repulsed by the raw fish (I love raw and seared tuna), but well, it’s just too big.  There’s just now way that I can take a bite out of the fish to make it more manageable and we all know that there’s just no knives when it comes to sushi.

Last night I met up with a LWL gal friend and she was craving, what else, you guessed it, sushi.  I told her that I was fine as long as she knew that I only ate rolls.  All was good (though my CA roll was pretty lame) and as expected, the conversation was great.  But all in all, it still makes me wonder…why isn’t sushi bite-sized?

Back From Sonoma!

We got home and settled in last night.  Overall it was an absolutely awesome trip. Best of all was being able to visit with my good friend.  We don’t get to see each other often enough.  But after this too quick visit, you better believe we’ll be heading out to Madrid to visit with them sooner rather than later!

And yes, it was filled with lots and lots of wine.  To be honest, we’d only managed to visit four wineries, one vineyard’s shop on the square and then had a bottle with dinner and a bottle back at the hotel.  But that was just enough to still enjoy everything we were drinking.

Overall, it was a bit of a Zinfandel kind of day.  Oh, but right before dinner we followed the advice on the guy from Porter Creek Winery and enjoyed a glass of some Oh.My.God so good chocolate port from Rosenblum Cellars.  We were seriously regretting only carrying on a bag and not checking our luggage, we fell so in love with this stuff.  I mean, the aroma alone made you just want to dive in and soak in it and it tasted even better still!  And I’m definatey not someone that drinks port.

As for dinner, we were considering trying out the Girl and Fig in Sonoma, but since we were just a couple of blocks away from one of our favorite restaurants in the area, we headed there.  Once again, dinner at Zin Restaurant and Wine Bar was absolutely amazing and our waiter treated us very well. We started with some odd but delicious calamari, butter bean, sausage and frise thing in a skillet that was awesome! We were fighting each other off to sop up the juice with the bread. Then there was a tasty frise, goat cheese and grilled peach salad (that I plan on duplicating!). Of course, we each had (and shared) some great dishes – though my short ribs were rumored to be the best of the bunch. And let’s not forget the shared dessert. A great end to a beautiful day with friends.

The visit itself was too short and our time together is too far between visits, but we definitely made the most of our time together.  Right up to killing one last bottle of wine while hanging out in the hotel lobby enjoying the fire catching up late into the night.  It was almost painful to wake up the next morning.  After a light breakfast we parted ways.  Until our next visit…this time in Spain!

And now some photos (clicking on them will make them larger)…

Just outside our hotel – we had a view like this from our room (this was from the deck though)
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The view crossing the Russian River
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Let the wine drinking commence!
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Are these beautiful or what?
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We don’t have this many varieties of garlic in LA
Garlic at the Healdsburg Farmer's Market

Don’t they just make you crave a glass of wine? No? What about grape jelly then?
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We’re Off to Try Some Shanghainese

And let me tell you, I’m just the slightest bit scared.  Not that I don’t like Chinese food because I do. But for one, I’ll be meeting my husband’s entire work team (going away/maternity leave party for his boss).  Secondly, they’re all also really adventurist diners and well, they’re Chinese and Vietnamese. On top of that, it’s also the first time I’m meeting everyone.  So either way, a little nerve-wracking.

And let’s keep in mind, we were complaining (toungue in cheek) that my friend and his wife served our table the Americanized version of Chinese food at their wedding.  But as he explained it…being told to expect that a full chicken with head and feet is coming to the table is not the same thing as seeing it.  His co-workers are totally into the chicken feet sort of thing and they talk about it at work (no really, I do believe that 3/4 of them are either immigrants themselves that came over as a young child or first generation).

The Yelp reviews of the place we’re going are good though.  I could always just get something that I’m comfortable with, like um…noodles or the shrimp in mayo (yum!).  Of course, back at the office they’ll probably get a good giggle out of that.  But really, I can’t say I’d blame them.

Coming from an immigrant family (okay, I was raised by my first generation grandmother, but we lived with my immigrant great grandmother), I never really had food from other cultures until I was an adult – spaghetti and pizza don’t count.  Heck, I never had Mexican food until I was like 17 and even then, it was from ChiChi’s (and we all know that doesn’t count).  The only Chinese food I’d had was chicken lo mein and that was at my elementary school cafeteria (again, don’t really think that counts).  I didn’t have Indian or Mid-Eastern food until my late 20’s.

Since meeting my husband, I think I’ve tried more ethnic food that I can think of.  So it’s not that I’m scared to try new or unknown foods, I’m just not sure I’m up for the chicken feet or braised pork belly.  We just didn’t eat that sort of thing growing up (though those Eastern Europeans do seem to love their tongue and liver – nothankyouplease).

Wish me luck!

Settling In in Petaluma

It’s official, our long day is finally coming to a close.  I feel like I had a gazillion errands to run today before even leaving to pick up the hubs for the airport.  But here we are.  Mind you, we called the hotel on the way to the airport to confirm the reservation (as we’re “with the band”) and there was no rez to be found.  Our friend fixed that up by the time we got here.

So thanks to our “band” status and our Starwood membership we’re in the “preferred guest” floor.  That of course means a fridge in the room – for our wine, no doubt – and our free bottle of water.  I believe there’s also the breakfast and happy hour sort of stuff, but I doubt we’ll be up or around for any of that.  Oooh and Bliss bath products…mandarin mint.  Yummy!

Since we have the world’s smallest bathtub at home, I rarely get to indulge in baths.  So you better believe that I packed some fun treats – salts, bubbles and bombs – and ran the bath as soon as we walked in the door!  My husband of course just rolls his eyes and gets online.  Go figure.

So while I was soaking in my hot, hot, nice and deep tub, the hubs thought it would be the perfect time to run to 7-11 to stock up on sodas and whatnot.  I’m telling myself that there’s no need to be offended that he decided to walk out on me  – LOL.

So tomorrow we have some wine tasting (of course!), band rehearsal, maybe a little shopping if I can swing it  (there’s both a Coach and a Lane Bryant outlet here), and visit to one of our favorite restaurants.  Should be a fun day (assuming rehearsal doesn’t go too long).  If so, then I guess I won’t be sitting in the audience for the show, I’ll be backstage drinking the wine instead 😉  The hubs will be shooting, of course.

Okay, time to get off the computer.  I told myself that I wouldn’t check emails or answer calls from unknown numbers (even managed to put vacation notices on both the email & the cell).  More than likely, I won’t be posting again until Sunday.

Have a great weekend!!

PS – old photo from our last visit out this way since 1) it was already dark when we got here and 2) no computer to upload my photos (only the hub’s ‘puter)

Life Lesson: Don’t Rush the Season

Logically by now, we should all know this.  But really, how exciting is it to see the first fruit of the season?  Walking through the farmer’s market, I get so excited when the first strawberries appear or the first peaches.  The other day at the grocery store, it was the first of those crazy addictive mini watermelons.  So of course I had to grab one and officially start my summer addiction.

Sadly, it sucked.  It wasn’t sweet.  It was all mealy and dry.  It was a major pain in the ass to even slice up.  Not fun and not tasty.  Not to mention, a totally waste of $3!  Such a disappointment.  During the summer, I blow through two of these babies a month for like 3-4 months.  They’re that good!

My lesson: don’t rush the season.  Luckily, I can take advantage of the farmers markets and taste most of my fruit before I buy.  I can walk away when that peach tastes more like nothing than like peaches.  Don’t believe the hype.  Just because things are in the store (and might even be priced decently), don’t waste your money if it’s not yet the right season.