Apr. 8th, 2012 07:11 am
whiski_sour: (Cubs)
Happy Easter to those who celebrate it. I'll be spending my holiday sitting in the bleachers at Wrigley with Dad, probably watching the Cubs lose and eating nachos for my Easter dinner.

Anyway you slice it, it's going to be a good time.
whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
Dad had his follow-up biopsy yesterday. The doc ended up only running about two hours late, which is really good for us. He said that everything looked awesome with the exception of one little area. It was a smooth bump that didn't look anything like the previous tumors, but he revised it and took some tissue from it as well as some tissue from some other random spots. We won't know anything for sure until the biopsy comes back, but the fact that everything looks good is encouraging.

We also got Nutterbutter milkshakes after the procedure, so it was like a bonus.

Dad's next appointment is in two weeks. They'll discuss the results then. Usually Dad goes back the next week for that consultation, but Doc is taking vacation. His kids are on spring break and the family is going out East. This would probably irk Dad if he didn't like his doc so much. He really is a good guy. Down to earth with a sense of humor. Dad appreciates that in a doctor that's routing out his plumbing.

Fingers crossed that the results will be good and we can be done with this sooner rather than later.
whiski_sour: (happy new year bitches)
Spending my New Year's Eve watching the Jaws movie marathon on Spike. The GERD is making it questionable as to whether or not I should indulge in any champagne tonight, but it will not keep me from the cinnamon roll cheesecake, that I promise you.

I'm not in the mood to be reflective. Instead, I look to the future and I hope 2012 is a happy, healthy, productive, and fun-filled year for myself and for all of you.

Be safe as your party hard.

Happy New Year!
whiski_sour: (Winner!)
Took a trip with Haley, Natalie, and Sarah to a Cubs game on Saturday. It was a gorgeous day for baseball. We did the park n ride and ended up being a little late for the game. Between hitting Lollapalooza traffic on the way in and three stoplights being out on Addison, traffic really killed our ETA.

We sat in the upper deck by the press box on the third base side. Haley got stuck next to a guy that smelled like sausage. We told her it was Karma for wearing her White Sox shirt to the game.

There was a group in the row in front of us having a bachelor party outing of some sort that we ended up crashing. They were all wearing different colored tuxedo shirts with monikers written on the back ("Da Groom", "Best Man", etc.). The best was Shark Week. Turned out he couldn't think of what to put on the back so Best Man suggested Shark Week since it was Shark Week.

Apparently, the group took a train from Michigan to see the game and during the ride, Best Man wrote "You smelly pirate hooker" on the back of Nate Dogg's shirt without his knowledge. It was funny in the first place. After that it was hysterical. The guys were all carrying sharpies so we got to sign their shirts. We went to town illustrating the back of Shark Week.

The guys were a great time. We ended up taking pictures with them.

It was a really fun game. The Cubs crushed the Reds 11-4. Big Z hitting a homer really set it off. The crowd was buzzing like the team was in first place. It was my first Cubs win and I sang Go, Cubs, Go like nobody's business.

After the game, we made our way to Giordano's for some World Famous Stuffed Pizza. Oh, man it was good. I'm glad I could take a couple of pieces home and introduce Carrie to the awesomeness that is Chicago pizza. I believe she's hooked.

It was a great time with great company. We're talking about making this a yearly (or several times a year) thing. I'm all for that.

I'm looking to make my last trip to Wrigley September 17. Baseball is my happy place and Wrigley is my home.
whiski_sour: (I hate the pineapple)
I was hoping that by taking the pills my doctor told me to, my GERD would be well-wrangled. I figured this since it didn't bother me too much before I was diagnosed.

I was wrong.

The past two weeks have been pretty uncomfortable. Just about everything I eat makes me hurt. Doesn't matter what, doesn't matter when, doesn't matter how much. It all ends in pain.

So, I'm going to start messing around with my diet to see if I can find a balance of things that doesn't hurt. I'm starting by cutting out some stuff that is reputed to aggravate the GERD, trying to lower the fat intake, eating smaller portions (ironic since I've already got a long-standing reputation of not being able to eat much at one time to begin with), and eating more times a day. Also losing weight, but I was struggling with that before I got diagnosed with the GERD.

I'm hoping with a few adjustments, I can get things back in check. I imagine it won't be as easy as it sounds to find what foods work and don't work with me. But I have to try. I have to do something.

Oatmeal shouldn't hurt.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Dad, Carrie, and I headed down to Aunt Jo's this afternoon. We ended up with a full house: the three of us, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, Papa, cousin Chuck, and cousin Patty. It's been quite awhile since I've spent any time in Patty's company and since her husband just recently passed away, I was a little apprehensive of what her mood might bit, but she seemed in very good spirits. The company was quite excellent.

We opened presents before dinner. Dad and Jake both got knives and Papa got duct tape. Yes, I wrapped it. No, it's not the first time duct tape has been given as a serious gift for Christmas (I got it once in high school; yes I did appreciate it). Papa, who never fails us, got Carrie a Harry Potter book she's been coveting and me a Cubs shirt. Aunt Jo and Nancy got us both really nice, fleecy blankets (she got Dad once last year). Mine has an angel, Carrie's has a lighthouse. Also, I know have 50 bucks in Olive Garden gift cards between Mom and Aunt Jo. I am set for pasta and I am good with this.

Aunt Jo and Nancy outdid themselves this year with the spread. There was turkey, pork roast, ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, peas, scalloped corn, bread pudding, stuffing, broccoli salad, corn salad, cranberry salad, olives, candied dills, homemade bread, fruit bread, applesauce bread, banana bread, and for dessert there was pumpkin, pecan, and cherry pie. It was just incredible.

Naturally, I filled myself up fit to bust and I was way behind most of my family. I was miserable for a good half an hour after I ate. I don't know how the people who ate twice as much as I did weren't imitating beached whales.

Playing cards has kind of become a holiday tradition, I guess. We play Spit at Thanksgiving and Christmas, almost always the same players: me, Carrie, Jake, and Aunt Jo. This year, Jake left kind of early to go to his dad's, so that left the three of us ladies. The game was paused twice, once for pie and one so Aunt Jo could show us some old jewelry she had. I was impressed when she brought out the watch that belonged to my great-great grandpa's mother. Then she brought a pin and earrings that belonged to my great-great grandpa's grandmother. Better still, they were made from actual coins. The date on one was 1857. I had no idea we had something so cool.

At the end of the card playing, Aunt Jo vowed revenge because Carrie and I were getting Spit a lot more than she was and even when she did, one of us would still manage to beat her in the card count. It just wasn't her night tonight. Heh.

All in all, even though the nieces couldn't come, it was a good Christmas.

I hope all of you had a terrfic day, too, whether you celebrate or not.

Merry Christmas and Rob Whoville!
whiski_sour: (wants)
I'm on the lookout for a good meatloaf recipe. I've been looking at foodgawker, of course, but meatloaf is one of those meals that everyone seems to have a recipe for so I figured I'd see if my flist had any good ones.

I'm looking for something relatively easy. I'm told it's not a hard recipe to learn anyway, but I won't be convinced of that until I actually try it. Plus, if it's easy, then I'll have a better shot at memorizing it, which I prefer to do.

So, if you've got a good one and are willing to share, lemme know.
whiski_sour: (this just in)
For the record, fruit still counts as fruit if you eat with ice cream.

I have decreed it and it is so.
whiski_sour: (out of the gene pool)
This is stupid.

Basically, Santa Clara County wants to ban toys with fast food kids' meals because they contribute to childhood obesity.

From the article:

"This ordinance does not attack toys. Obviously, toys, in and of themselves, do not make children obese," said county Supervisor Ken Yeager, who pushed for the ban. "But it is unfair to parents and children to use toys to capture the tastes of children when they are young to get them hooked on eating high-sugar, high-fat foods early in life."

Now, I am not a parent, but I was once a child (and in many respects still am) and since my kidhood was sometime ago, I'm guessing the little heathens today are capable of making their own earnings and purchases, because when I was a kid, Mommy and Daddy were the ones buying me my Happy Meals.

I've never been one for tact, so I'm just going to put this one out here for you guys and spell it out plain and simple: Your children are fat because you make them fat.

I'm going to repeat that.


That's right, parents. I'm calling you out. Because if you're not warping and dysfunctioning their relationship with food by putting them on diets when they're nine and making snippy comments about how they're getting a little belly and making really nasty, scathing remarks about the fat lady getting ice cream at Baskin Robbins, wondering if that second scoop is for her extra chin, which is why YOUR child will never have ice cream because you don't want YOUR kid getting so fat, then you're on the other end of the spectrum, feeding your kids nothing but hot dogs and macaroni and cheese because "that's all they'll eat", fixing them a separate meal because "they won't eat that", and filling them up with fast food because "it's easier than fighting with them".

And unless your precious little angels are in some kind of sport or physical activity like dance, I doubt they're getting much exercise outside of gym class, huh? Because you can't let your kids outside to play because of all the predators in the world and for crying out loud, you're too tired to go out and supervise them and frankly, you just don't have the TIME.

So instead, you plop them down in front of the TV and the computer and the gaming console so they'll be out of your hair and you can do whatever it is that you need or want to do instead, maybe, finding a way to include them in the activity, or, hey, even putting it off so you can go outside and play with your kid.

So, yeah, parents...this one's all on you. Before you go running off to blame the school lunches and the fast food industry, why don't you pay attention to what those little mini-me's you just had to have are putting in their mouths, and how much, and how much they move their growing little bodies.

You set your house right first. Then you can take away their toys.
whiski_sour: (goddess)
So the inhabitants of the house have been talking about eating better for...I don't know...a long time.

The past month or so, we've started making little changes. First getting better lunch options than Hot Pockets. Then getting healthier snacks. Then finding ways to add more fruits and vegetables into our diet, looking for new recipes, that sort of thing.

Today I realized two things:

1. All but one of the recipes I'm making for my Spring/Summer menu features vegetables.
2. I will eat a salad if there's meat in it.

I'm a dedicated omnivore. What can I say?

Anyway, I think these changes are going to work out for us. At the very least, we'll be able to stick to them (dinner, definitely, since I'm the main cook). I mean, we're not looking to become health nuts or anything. We're just looking to do better than we have been.

Food should never be a complicated thing. It shouldn't be math. It shouldn't be racked with guilt. It should just taste good and fuel the body. Simple as that.

I happen to have a very healthy relationship with food. I'm just looking to improve the quality of that relationship, that's all.

And if that means putting chicken in salad and fruit on ice cream, then by laws, I'll do it.
whiski_sour: (wants)
It's been so nice this week that it's lulled me into thinking that Spring might be close. Which means I'll be switching my menu from the heavier Winter meals to the lighter Summer meals.

And I like to add new dishes to my menu when I change it.

So the hours I'm going to spend haunting Food Gawker for the next couple of weeks are totally justified.

I'm just saying.
whiski_sour: (wants)
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The oddest thing that I've ever eaten was ostrich. It pretty much tasted like chicken (I know, so cliche), but more gamey.

I've eaten several things that I didn't know what it was, but I never found out what I'd eaten. Many times I'd ask Grandma what it was and she'd tell me to just eat it and that pretty much meant it was best I didn't know.

The oddest food I've heard that members of my family have eaten is raccoon barbeque. I was told it was very good, but I've never eaten it.

At least, I don't think I have.
whiski_sour: (happy new year bitches)
I'm only making one resolution for 2010.

Don't get dead.

I'm pretty sure I can handle that.

Carrie and I are staying in tonight to ring in the new year. I'm making Buffalo chicken pizza and Carrie made cookies last night. We've also got chips and queso dip and two bottles of sparkling white grape juice.

I've spent all day watching The Three Stooges marathon, but at some point tonight, we're going to switch to MST3K.

The only way tonight could get any better is if we had more friends over to eat, drink, and be merry with us.

Happy New Year, guys.
whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
I am putting a temporary hold on obtaining shredded cheese. We have hit our quota.

Carrie went to the store today. Apparently, it had been raided. I'm not sure if it's holiday related or because we're expecting snow for the next three days and nothing causes a panic quite like little albino brain chiggers falling from the sky even though the phenomenon is not a new one.

Anyway, the shredded cheese had been obliterated by the rush. I guess nachos are comforting during an impending inch of snow. Carrie called and told me about it and I told her to nevermind it, we'd get it later.

She came home and we started putting the groceries away. After a lively game of "what the hell smells in here?" (answer: an innocent looking thing of yogurt that had some how busted down the side), I get to putting things away and realize that we have like 85 bags of shredded cheese in various kinds and states of fullness. I pulled them all out to reorganize them and they covered the counter. They are now stacked in not one, but two neat piles in the fridge.

And we're not buying more until those are gone.

Seriously. That's just way too much cheese. The happy cows from California will start sending us hate mail.
whiski_sour: (Happy Thanksgiving)
Carrie and I went to Aunt Jo's for Thanksgiving dinner. We gave Papa his Christmas present early. We got him a new scooter so he'll have an easier time getting around when they go shopping and stuff. I think Aunt Jo and I were the only ones that didn't have a go on it. Papa was thrilled with it.

After dinner, Aunt Ruby and Uncle Harry stopped by for a bit. It was good to see them.

Aunt Jo, Carrie, Jake, and I played cards after dinner. Nancy and Papa opted to watch TV. The competition was cut throat, as it always is when she play Spit. We all won our share of games, but I took a bigger share of the victories.

Poor Jake. He's a teenager and he thinks himself to be very clever and witty, as teenagers will do, and Carrie and I just took him apart at every opportunity.

Serves him right. He's more annoying than funny.

All in all, it was a good time. Time just flew by. The food was fantastic. I had to be rolled home. The sad things is, I ate some of the leftovers as soon as I got home and now I'm contemplating another piece of pie even though I'd probably have to roll to the kitchen to get it. Man, I love this holiday.

I am thankful for my family and friends. I am thankful for my life and everything in it. And I am thankful that I no longer work retail and can sleep instead of working Black Friday.

To those of you brave/crazy enough to go out tomorrow, good luck.
whiski_sour: (wtf?)
Dad made another crockpot dish for dinner tonight.

Me: What's in this? What's this unidentified green stuff?
Dad: Broccoli.
Me: So you say.
Dad: You're lucky there's not Japanese Beetles in it. Every time I took off the lid, one would land in the crockpot and I'd have to pick it out. It finally got to a point where I was considering just stirring them in.
Me: I'm good with just the broccoli, thanks.

There is a very good reason why I seldom ask what's in the food that I don't cook around here. It's usually just best I don't know.
whiski_sour: (wants)
Dad cooks on the weekends. Since he got this new crockpot recipe book, we've been trying new things just about every weekend.

Now, Dad has a cast iron stomach and for him, the hotter the better. I like spicy food and can tolerate some pretty hot stuff. Carrie can't handle heat at all. Period.

Last week Dad made shrimp creole. Dad and Kenny thought it was flat. I thought it was okay. Carrie thought it was fire in a bowl. While I was up in her room to inventory my action figures, Carrie was eating dinner. Her lips and tongue were burning and her nose was running. It was fantastic.

Today, Dad made chicken creole. Dad, Kenny, and I all thought it was pretty good. Carrie couldn't eat it. She just smelled it, and while she thought it smelled good, it made her eyes water. None of us thought it was very spicy, but Carrie couldn't hack it.

Poor Carrie. She's in the wrong house for bland.
whiski_sour: (is he dead?)
Just as fluff and random quotes from the episode. Consider yourself warned.

Castle...'You pull that out and he's a vampire, he'll come back to life!' 'If he does, then we can all go home.' )

In other, non-writer hottie related news, I tried a new recipe tonight. Spinach and shrimp pasta. I thought it was good. And judging by the fact that the pan was completely empty and looked like it had been licked, I'd say that everyone else in the house liked it, too. Looks like I've got another keeper.
whiski_sour: (wants)
Dad bought a book of crock pot recipes and tried one of them tonight. It wasn't too bad.

Basically, it had a lot of the ingredients you'd put in a goulash, only it was more like a chili. Then, we put it over noodles. It looked disgusting, but was pretty tasty.

I'm thinking that since Dad's got this new recipe book and he only cooks on weekends, he should be set for dinner ideas until next spring when it gets too warm.

Then he'll have to buy a new book.

I'm okay with that.
whiski_sour: (wants)
With the chilly weather coming in, I've been looking to switching from my spring/summer menu to my fall/winter menu.

With the change, I thought I'd look into some new recipes.

And then Foodgawker ate my life.

I did get some recipes that I'm going to try, though, so it's not like I spent hours just surfing and drooling. I have something to show for it.

This time.


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