More Meat

The rain tonight put a damper on grilling, so hubby grilled the steaks in the oven. He used the Emeril grill pan to sear each side and then finished the gigantic Porterhouse steaks in the oven. Grass fed animals really do have a superior taste compared to those animals who are not grass fed. Again, YUM, Fleishers. And I am happy to report, I did not burn my fingers on the handle of the HOT grill pan like last time. OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!!!
And on Bravo now is A FEW GOOD MEN. What did happen to honor and tact? Not sure, but they are dying breeds that need resuscitation. One of the very few Cruise movies that I like. He lost me at, "look at me jumping on Oprah's couch." And Jack with the best line of all, "you can't handle the truth." Ain't THAT the truth.

Pizza meets Fleishers

Hubby had a great idea for dinner. Make pizza with the Rockin Moroccan chicken sausage from Fleishers. Did I mention JUST HOW AWESOME his idea was??? So, we grilled the sausage on the stove. I layered red onions, dollops of marinara sauce, Sicilian black olives (the kind REALLY from Sicily) and covered the dough with the sausage slices. Cooked it at 375 for 20 minutes. Heaven! Every bite was tasty and Sunday dinner was perfect. Check out Fleishers online. The best meat. Period.

Catching Up

So, posting once a day isn't in the cards right now. I have good intentions, good ideas, but time is busy and when sleep calls, I go running and crash. I was never a deep sleeper, but in the past two years because I'm so tired, I'm more of a deep sleeper. I have never relished sleep so much.
Update: We never switched cable providers. Hubby looked into it and we decided saving 15 dollars per month wasn't worth the aggravation.
Last night: Hubby grilled chicken on the BBQ for dinner and it was awesome. We are hooked on spices from Penzeys and he used their Northwood Seasonings spice blend. Heaven! Hubby is a great griller and just a great man. He loves me so much and it is almost hard to believe sometimes. He is gaga and I love it and him.
In memoriam: hearing about Corey Haim's passing made me nostalgic for the 1980s and the fashion faux pas/fads and music came flooding back. Pastel Reebok sneakers, perms, big hair, Benneton, leggings, leg warmers, Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, INXS, Drakar Noir cologne, acting and singing, proms, meeting hubby, Ghost and Dirty Dancing (the movie).
Friday is a day away and I'm looking forward to the weekend full of hubby's chocolate pancakes and cuddle time with my little ones.

Oscar Sunday

In college, I watched every Oscar show with the theatre group. We had pools and food from my parents' restaurant catered one year. As the years have gone by and going to the movies is pretty close to zero, watching the big night is not a big deal. And we have Cablevision, so no Oscars tonight anyway. We are ditching them and it is hubby's job tmrw to figure out a plan. And let's hope that this disagreement to agree upon who gets how much money ends soon or more job cuts might be around the bend. Good times.

Serenity

Lots going on at work and at home. Kids keep you in check with their love and cuteness. Hubby and I welcome that relief in our hectic lives. Time is flying. I remember being a kid and a day seemed like a week long, especially when nothing good was on TV. Time would crawl by. I wish I could bring that pace back. I'm dreaming of warm weather and a trip to Rhode Island, which we didn't make last year, as I was preggers and finances didn't allow a trip. I also wish I could spend a full day cooking. There is serenity in chopping and stirring. Hubby is making a chicken and veggie stir fry tonight. Nonna's lentils were very good over pasta and a drizzle of olive oil. Hubby and I enjoyed 4 meals. Simple food can bring such pleasure. A dish I love that is very simple is pasta with garlic and oil. I don't like too much of a broth and I'm liberal with grated cheese along with a touch of black or red crushed peppers. And some fresh basil. Don't forget to cook the pasta al dente. I hate overcooked pasta. I always cook my pasta 2 minutes under the suggested cooking time. Very few pastas need the actual time they tell you and if you use a few of the cheaper, but well known brands, and cook the pasta to the time you suggest, your pasta will be overcooked. Yuck!

Sunday Nights

Dear Sunday Night, why must you creep up on us way faster than we want you to? It should be a day of rejoicing, not panicking that off to work you go in the am and that you did not get enough sleep or get enough time to play with the kids or that you still had a gazillion things to do or that the really delish recipe you saw went unmade. Please reconsider slowing down and letting Monday am creep up on us less quickly. Please. Thank you.

The World

There seem to be way too many natural disasters in the past several years. From Katrina to the quake in Haiti to today's quake in Chile and tsunami watch in Hawaii. Is it really a slow version of Armageddon or is it all just coincidental? It is scary and it makes you very grateful not to live in those places and hope you live in a safe place. It really makes you appreciate each day and makes you want to live it to its fullest. Today, I feel like I hit a brick wall. I actually needed to lay down while my baby napped today. I usually try to cram everything into nap time, but today, I had to just chill. I loved watching the snow melt and drip off of the deck, while my son was being goofy and thought the word "sugar" was hysterical. His laugh was infectious and the cuddle time was just what I needed. We were reading and then he just got all silly and it was the best medicine. Hubby right now is watching a show on Elvis' love songs. What if Elvis never overdosed? What kind of career would he have had and would he have let Lisa Marie marry Michael Jackson? I now hear the Olympics back on. I wish I was 1/100th the athlete that Olympians are. I watch in awe as they skate and snowboard. Such talent and a true testament that practice, practice, practice does pay off. Perseverance to be the best. So, as another Saturday comes to an end, I am hopeful that the world can provide a safe place for our children and that the opportunities they have be endless. They will have come a long way from the farm in the hills of Sicily that my ancestors tended to.