First Tagging

OK, I'm still new at this, so forgive me. I've been tagged by my nephew's wife. Is there such a thing as "niece in-law"? Ah well, let's just call her my niece. By the way, I'm much too young to really be his and her uncle. Really, WAY too young.

Anyway......10 things about me heretofore unknown.

1. I want to be a nightclub singer. A piano, a mic, and a spotlight = heaven.

2. I dislike Emeril Lagasse.

3. Someday, I will write a book. There are far too many words and situations meandering around my braincase. I fear that they will begin to fall out unannounced.

4. I cried the day Julia Child died.

5. My dad allowed me to sit with him when he was studying in college. My other siblings did not appreciate this special treatment. Attempted murder, scarring, and general pulling of hair usually ensued after such treatment. Remarkably, we survived this and all still speak to each other.

6. My parents think I am going to hell. They love me, but honestly believe this. It puts a sadness in our relationship that I would banish if I could. They, however, are unwilling to change, and I am what I am.

7. I am a slob. I appear to be neat to keep the peace in my home. But when the cat's away, the house is a mess!

8. I am a hopeless romantic. I wear my heart on my sleeve. My devil may care attitude is just cover.

9. I wish that I could quit my job today. I work very hard. Give all I can when I am there. I excel at what I do. I feel needed, necessary even. Wouldn't miss it for a second if I left.

10. Going to send in a tape for "The Next Food Network Star" next year. I figure it's worth a shot.

Thanksgiving

I took a week and a half off from work! Anyone who knows me realizes what a big deal that is, for me, anyway.

Went and stayed with my Mom and Dad for Thanksgiving last week. My little sister, who lives with them "temporarily" (more on that in a later post) headed out on Wednesday, so I had them to myself for three whole days. Since I haven't had that the past several times I visited, it was a real treat.

Mom's kitchen is now "complete". I installed her new stove. It is really amazing how simple they make appliances to hook up nowadays. Literally took 10 minutes. She actually has all matching appliances, including her stand mixer! First time in many years.

We didn't have Thanksgiving dinner at their house, or at my brother's house this year, rather at a friend of his. Mom, Dad and I team tackled the pies for the dinner. We made pumkin and apple. I might add, they were very tasty! The family that hosted the dinner was very gracious and friendly. The food was delicious. It was interesting to watch other folks as particular as myself pull a large dinner together. The hostess even had a folder for all of her recipes and timeline to prepare - even more extreme than me! Came off great, being that organized. Not sure if I could be that together, I thrive a little on the last minute panic before everything has to come together.

Think I need to buy a smoker. The turkey was divine. I'll tell you though, brining makes all the difference in the world when you are smoking meat. I've had some (cough cough) dry smoked turkey in my day! This one was brined and cooked properly. Very juicy and tasty.

All in all it was a peaceful week. Got to spend quality time with the folks, and with some of my brothers and sisters. Amazing that a family visit can be so stress relieving, rather than inducing. I'm back to work today and haven't actually let anything bug me!

By the way, will post a recipe or two in the next day or so, otherwise, my blog name won't make any sense!

Peace out!

Missing Clare

Funny. It's been over four years since my sister, Clare died. Still, on a clear beautiful day like today, a slight breeze, not a cloud in the sky, it's like she's right there. And I miss her as though it were yesterday.

that's it then
that's all there is
i love you
goodbye
no second chances
no why
meaningless
i said that i'll see you
on the sunshine day

you said
no, sooner
but i found out
i'll see you
every night
in my dreams
there - joy

for a moment we
speak
and hold
each other
and laugh and hearts sing
until
i realize
you are gone
and i'm dreaming
sorrow is like a giant
silent wave
and once again
i whisper
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i'll see you on the sunshine day

In the beginning

The tale of how I came to cook and dig. Not all at once. Wouldn't want to lose anyone. Not that anyone is watching.

My first memories:

1. Peeing on my mom at Cherry Street church when she left the diaper off me too long (yes, I remember this, before I was two). Her laughing at me. Me laughing with her. She is still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
2. Stacking cans in the kitchen, pretending to make something wonderful.
3. Julia Child. I would patiently wait all week until she came on. She would describe miracles of taste and then, astoundingly, prepare them. I learned from her, joy in preparation.
4. The Galloping Gourmet. He was the laughter after the learning from Julia. This wonderful thing, cooking, could be fun! There is quite a difference in joy and fun.

When I was about five years old, before I went to kindergarten, my mother finally caved in to my pestering. I wanted to help cook, dag nab it, and I was going to help! One Saturday morning she pushed a chair up to the stove and I cooked the pancakes. That was it for me. Baking was officially in my bones. And on my fingers. Definitely appealed to my messier side.

Remember to keep them close

I had a friend in highschool. We were pretty close, for a time. As a matter of fact, she was my girlfriend for an official two days in the 9th grade. Anyone who really knows me understands that this is a pretty big deal, since I'm an "avowed" homosexual. But, we all experiment when we are young, no? Anyway, we never got past first base.

A few years ago I heard that she had killed herself. I hadn't heard from, nor seen her in many years before that. Sadly, I also hadn't thought of her for a very long time.

Hearing the news struck a cord within my heart. Lesson? Don't let friends drift away unless you mean to.

Anyway, here's what I wrote, the day I heard........


i found a star
missing
in my sky tonight
i did not see it go
as i have not looked
there
in so very long a
time
i do not remember
the last time i saw
only memory that
i did
and that it
was
once
bright
in my sky
some other time
some other
night

What friends mean to me...

friends
are the well lit places
in our hearts
they cast away
the shadows
when they are near
they guide us
in the night
when they are far
near or far
they help us
lighting
the way