Stephanie says

I scored a whole lot of bones today.  Beef bones.  Terry stopped by with skeletal mass from a recently butchered cow, (to the delight of Miss Rose Petal, who adores Terry, peeing on his foot in excitement every time he appears.  She loves any form of meat ever so much more however, "please leave the kitchen.  I won't jump up on the counter and eat the meat.  Really, I won't.  Leave now.) Back to the old cow whose time on this earth was over.  We are utilizing her remains fully.  We are making beef stock. I roasted bones in the oven at a high temperature, turned now and then to brown evenly, then tossed into the stock pot.  Rosie scored a meaty bone, just because she didn't snatch any from the counter, although I know full well that she would have, had she the opportunity.  Dogs.  Predictable.      Bones simmering on the rear burner.  Onions nearing caramelization on the other burner (because I only have two w...

Do people still take tap? For a slim-to-remote chance to land a role in rarely produced musicals like 42nd Street? It appears they do.  The curtain slowly rises with a staccato rat-a-tat-tat beat.  The stage is crowded with tap-dancing feet; Act I begins in high energy with dancers who definitely learned (and mastered) tap.  42ns Street was the 1933 Academy Award-winning musical; Composer Harry Warren, Lyricist Al Dubin, Librettists Michael Stewart and Mark Bramble..  I am considerably younger than that but knew many of the songs: "You're Getting to Be a Habit with Me;" "We're in the Money;" "Lullaby of Broadway;" "Shuffle to Buffalo;" and "Forty-Second Street."   Great songs all.  Terry couldn't make this performance, which he will regret all the more after I describe a sea of long legs clad in scanty costumes performing in-sync intricate dance moves reminiscent of synchronized swimming.  But on dry land of co...

Had plans with my daughter’s family to attend an anniversary party.   Got a phone call on the road asking how far out I was?   “20 minutes.” “Okay.   There’s a birthday party for Grandma Muriel today.   I said we’d come.” “Alright.   We’ll go there first.” This being my former (?) mother-in-law.   I was married a very long time to her son and divorced many, many years ago but still consider this lovely woman to be my MIL.   We celebrated her 93 rd birthday yesterday.   It will her last.   Tyler commented “This is kind of weird.   I’m going to be with both my parents together in a social situation for the first time in 20 years.”   “This impacts me how?   This is your deal, not mine.”   Subtext:   It’s not always about you.   Deal with it. My boy Jason, my nephew, arrived same time as us.   Here he is now, pushing 40, unloading his family of three + another baby due soon, fro...

Hey Bets, I’ve just watched the first ten minutes of “The Graduate” and thought about you.   We saw so many thought-provoking late 60s movies on the big screen – damn they were good.   Butch Cassidy, Richard the Lion Heart, Midnight Cowboy to name a few.   An oldie: Gone With The Wind – you just sobbed through that screening - the only reason I didn’t.   Thanks for that.   The Killing of Sister George.   I’m laughing at our mutual discomfort with that movie.   That was when the penny dropped on female homosexuality -  I had no clue.   We drove home from that movie; you driving Uncle Jim’s Nova, and both of us hugging the most opposite sides of the car possible, repelled by the implications of that awful movie.   Maybe it wasn’t awful.   The irony is we shared a double bed.   I remember hugging the far, far side.   You did too – on the far opposite side.   Glad we shared those times.   Love you co...

She’d dropped off the car for servicing one fall morning and foregoing the courtesy ride, walked through Pringle Park enjoying the autumn leaf show.    A young man, a tall blond young man approached, flashed a bright smile and said, “Hello.”   She smiled, said hello back and proceeded on her now merrier way, thinking, “You’ve still got it, girl.”   A couple blocks later the penny dropped.   That was Craig Jordan, son of her camping buddy, whom she hadn’t seen for most of his adolescence.   Camping was a serious party so as the kids grew, they were left at home to allow the parents unfettered adult fun.   That and the group began divorcing like mad.   Maybe due in part to unfettered adult fun.   Maybe not.   She’s not one to say.   Anyway, so there was Craig, walking to his high school, recognizing her when she passed by, saying hello.   It wasn’t a Mrs. Robinson moment after all.   Damn.   She burst out l...

A wickedly delicious cake baked for Ryan's birthday.  Serves 16 so I took 1/4 of the cake to the neighbors, an act we three later regretted...  The recipe called for more crushed cookies than I had on hand - as Tyler and Ryan got into the package while I was away from home.  Brats. Ingredients Cake:   1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour 2/3 cup Dutch-process cocoa powder 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda 1/2 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt 3/4 cup (1-1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened 1 1/2 cups granulated sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 3 large eggs, at room temperature 1 1/4 cups buttermilk   Filling: 4 ounces cream cheese, softened 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened 1 box (16 ounces) confectioner's sugar 3 - 4 tablespoons milk   Frosting: 1 1/2 cups heavy cream 1/4 cup granulated sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 3 cups crushed Oreos Directions Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Coat two 8-inch round cake pan...

I installed a dryer in my laundry room over the weekend.   Lest this seem insignificant, my last dryer fizzled out in an unspectacular electrical death eight or nine years ago.   Yep, close to a decade.   Since then, I’ve line dried.   I am a medal-placing procrastinator in matters that are of completely no interest to me.   So it’s been no big deal.   I love the smell and feel of line dried sheets and towels.   Okay, the towels while scratchy, also exfoliate those flaky skin cells that die off daily.     And right here is where I can’t resist (sanctimoniously) mentioning the environmental card about all the electricity I didn’t consume.   Oh, sue me. But those days are over.   In only two trips to the hardware store, (one for dryer vent, the next approximately 30 minutes later for the "other" type electrical pigtail.   If you know what I’m saying, you’ve done this too) the install was complete and successful. ...