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Our Food Rut (and other news)

Mar20
2008
Rob Written by Rob

Around here, we have three dinner recipes that we’ve mastered to high art: chili, a really great chicken casserole, and Pasta And Stuff. The latter is basically whatever pasta we have handy cooked up with whatever’s still in the fridge – usually shrimp, garlic, fresh tomato and lemon juice.

When I moved here, we had a common problem – we both ate like single people. Fast food. Ad hoc burritos made from mashed kidney beans and tortillas. Pasta. Basically, whatever was handiest, cooked the quickest, was easiest to clean up and didn’t cost a whole lot. We both agreed even before I arrived that this practice would not continue: we would fix dinner together and eat at the table like a civilized couple (rather than out of a large Rubbermaid container in front of the TV, as was my former custom). We went through this whole period of digging up recipes and trying things and experimenting, which is how we worked out the casserole recipe. I brought the chili and pasta dishes with me.

So now we’re in a rut. Every day, the question. What do you want for dinner?

I dunno. What do you want for dinner?

Could do a chicken casserole.

I’m tired of chicken casserole, and besides it takes two hours to fix and by then it’ll be seven.

Chili?

In March? I’m tired of chili, too.

Yeah, so am I. Let’s just order pizza.

Okay. Oh, wait: got a better idea. Let’s go to El Rosal. Mexican never gets old.

And this is how it happens that in a house full of food, we find ourselves eating out or ordering in far too often. It costs so much more than just fixing dinner. The problem is that calling Mountain Mikes for a large combo is a five minute decision followed by a thirty second phone call, and then there’s dinner – while the casserole, as good and filling as it is, is indeed a two hour operation.

We need new recipes, new things to try. My parents recently bought us a cookbook (from our Williams Sonoma registry), and lately we’ve been flipping through it. Lots of good stuff. So the quest for the fourth fix-it dinner option continues.

YARD UPDATE: We painted the side backyard wall today, a seven hour job for me and Kristi’s parents. We had to scrape off crumbling old paint (God, was that a mess), prime the whole thing, and then put two coats on. I got eave duty, scraping, priming and painting all the little crannies at the roof line, from atop a ladder; my right arm feels like Jello right now and my left isn’t a whole lot better. Don replaced some rotting boards and installed new board facings along the roof. It took pretty much all day but it’s all finally done and it looks great.. especially considering it’s probably been thirty years or so since those walls have had a makeover, judging by the deterioration of the eave paint and wood. I figure the next job, to be done in a couple week or so, will be Sprinkler Trouble Child #2. Again, big thanks to Don and Kathy today. It’s great to be able to throw a gang at jobs like this.

WEDDING UPDATE: After a bit of a drama, our wrought iron arbor arrived the other day. It’s beautiful; I’m sure we’ll get some photos up soon. We’ll be married under it, and then it’ll find a new home in the backyard as a permanent fixture in our garden.

PHOTO UPDATE: We’ve got photos of the yard taken. They’re still on the camera. Haven’t had time yet to sit down and sort through them together to decide which ones to post. But they’re coming.

Posted in Everyday Life, Family and Friends

Eugene’s Evil Twin, Bernard

Mar17
2008
Kristi Written by Kristi

After a successful day of sprinkler-ing the yard, I realized I hadn’t eaten much other than an orange and a Frappuchino.  Not exactly a healthy way to spend the day.  By 3:30pm, we were tired, a bit wind burned and really sore.  Rob worked and worked and worked yesterday.  So when my head started to hurt again after my parents left, it was time for a shower and to lay down.  The shower didn’t want to cooperate. By the time I was finished, there was about a foot of water in the tub. 

I laid down, took some meds and prayed the throbbing would go away.  It didn’t and neither did the water in the tub.  By 6:30, Rob had started to unwind playing video games and I was waking up from a nap.  But the water?  It stayed put.  I wandered into the bathroom and noticed it hadn’t gone anywhere.

“Babe?  There’s still water in the bathtub!”  When in doubt, call for help. With the help of our trusty plunger, we tried and tried and tried to get the water to drain.  But Bernard was firmly ensconsed in the drain and unlike Eugene, he wasn’t going anywhere without a fight.

We consulted to great god Google but this time, he failed us.  Without a snake or chemicals to pour down the drain, the plunger was as good as it was going to get.  So we pulled out the big guns and called my dad.  Unfortunately, my dad was in the middle of their Bible study group and couldn’t come over.  It would have to wait until the morning.  Which would mean no showers.  Nice.

We ate dinner and still my head throbbed.  Another Zomig and praying that the burning light wouldn’t sear my retinas.  We were both so exhausted and yet, Bernard mocked us.  More plunging after dinner.  More frustration.  More desperation and finally, I asked Rob to run to the store to buy something for the drain.  When brute force won’t cut it, use caustic chemicals. Bernard would die tonight.

Rob returned from the store, Liquid Plumr in hand.  The bailing out the bathtub began, one red plastic cup at a time, and I pretended my stomach wasn’t rolling in the process.  At least the water was soapy and not full of.. well, you get the idea.  Rob was beyond exasperated at this point and while I’d hit the wall about 4pm, he was running into it full bore in the middle of the biggest battle of the day, Bernard. 

The bathtub, now empty, was ready for chemical intervention.  I hoped this would work because honestly, we can’t afford to pay a plumber right now. 

“How much do we pour in?”

“2 cups.”

“How do you know how much 2 cups is?”

“We are not using measuring cups.”

Sigh. 

Glug, glug.

“Think that’s enough?”

“Let’s wait a few minutes and see if it goes down there.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I was getting restless and the light from the bathroom hurt my eyes.

“Let’s put some more down there just to be sure we did enough.”

“I need to brush my teeth.  It’s almost bedtime.” 

“I’m gonna go get your lunch ready.  This day will not end.”

A mouth full of foam.  Head pounding.  The dread that tomorrow there will be.. NO SHOWER at 5:30am.  A glance over to the bathtub.

“BABE!”

Toothpaste foam flying.

“What?”

“Ding dong, the witch is dead.”

“No way.”

“Yes!”

And so it was.  There was no triumphant waving of Bernard on a stick, as we had done with Eugene.  No body to quietly bury in the backyard.  Just the calm rushing of water down clear pipes, into the oblivion of the maze of sewer pipes below the city.

drainplug1.jpg  (In order to protect the innocent, we’ve used an artist’s rendering of Bernard.  His likeness is not able to be photographed.)

Farewell, Bernard, Evil Twin of Eugene.  We barely knew ye, and yet how we loathed thee.  May you never return.

Posted in Everyday Life, House and Yard

Sprinklers!

Mar16
2008
Rob Written by Rob

So here’s the story. Once upon a time – about 1940 or so – a little house was built on Santa Ana Avenue and somewhere around 2006, after changing hands a few times, was sold to a young woman named Kristi. The previous owners, in a mad rush to boost its value last-minute, ran around throwing together a lot of poorly conceived, adhoc improvements to the property. One such boondoggle was our sprinkler system.

The guys who put it in really didn’t know what they were doing. The lines are about three times as deep as they should be. All the heads are on pivots rather than fixed and stationary. The heads themselves are all wrong – 360 degree sprays, half of which cover the pebble driveway leading out of the garage. And the lines themselves run in a maze all under the yard.

Before we could do anything useful with the back yard, something had to be done about those things. So today Don and Kathy came by and the four of us attacked the back yard – Don and I replacing the main trouble-child sprinkler line, and Kristi and Kathy powerwashing the fences to prep for painting sometime in the next week or so. And I’m happy to report that at least a good chunk of the yard sprinkler system now works perfectly and actually MAKES SENSE, which means that now we can seriously start thinking of what to plant in that area, while we plan our attack on trouble-child sprinkler line #2. We got the worst one down and done today, though. It really felt good to see that line come on and work just the way we wanted it to.

You know, my sympathy goes out to anyone faced with extensive yard care and landscaping work on their home, especially if they’re doing it alone or just with their spouse. It’s tough work and a lot of it. But it’s so much easier when you can get a gang of family on it – everyone knowing that when the time comes for a returned favor on their own yard, we’re only happy to oblige. Family’s good for that.

Laura: I’ll get some photos up soon. I know it’s been a while; I think the “Eugene” hairball was our last. We’ll get a few good shots of the backyard in progress and get them up here for you guys.

Posted in Everyday Life, Family and Friends, House and Yard

Stumpin’, Shovelin’, Barrowin’

Mar15
2008
Rob Written by Rob

We’re having another yard weekend. Yesterday Don (Kristi’s Dad) came by with his gardeners and a stump grinder to help us with our next landscaping obstacle – the rooted remains of a couple of backyard pecan trees that came with the house. They needed to be gone before we can till the soil in the yard corner patches and decide exactly what to plant there, once a handful of available cash escapes the wedding funding vortex.

I think Don and I potting the backyard Strawberry Locust tree out back had a real symbolic impact on Kristi – she’d been wanting to do that since last summer but never had the time. But now it’s done and everything else is a matter of tackling the next job in line. We’ve got the new rose bushes put in out front; they’re starting to sprout, probably thanks to the irrigation system extensions we installed to keep them watered daily. But God, we have so much still to do – plant trees out back, upgrade the sod, rebuild the backyard patio. But we can look at the yard and see that it’s turning into something.

Today she and her mother took a roadtrip into the city to go shopping for the bride’s mother’s dress, while I and my future father-in-law attacked their yard. They’re putting in a new backyard patio, and a whole lot of old sod and soil had to be forked up and out to make room for the stones. So he and I spent the morning fighting clay, roots and debris – Don mercilessly torturing a poor, innocent pitchfork while I wheelbarrowed the gutted remains of his yard out front and up into the back of a trailer. Diet Cokes in hand, we finally hauled the load out into the country, dumped it on an isolated riverbank, and stopped for some Mexican before heading back home to catch up with the women as they returned with their spoils of fashion war.

Tomorrow the bunch of us are back to our yard, this time to rip up and finally fix the backyard sprinklers.

Posted in Family and Friends, House and Yard
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