Thank Goodness I Never Laughed At All Those People Who Had Artificial Trees (Even Though I Wanted To) Because Now I Am One

Oh Good Grief!  We bought a tree in a box!!  Yikes!  Is the Earth still spinning on its axis?  The logistics of having an actual Noble Fir on carpeting finally decided the issue.  (And hard to adjust from the wet weather of Seattle to the incredibly dry weather of Oklahoma, when figuring how long before the tree turns into a fire hazard.)  But this tree is surprisingly satisfying.  Just have to go out and get the Candy Canes now.

Panetone - Another Childhood Holiday Favorite That Never Gets Old!

Anyone who has ever been in my kitchen has seen the appliance love of my life - my Dualit 4 slice yellow toaster.  I've had it for almost 20 years, and it's done over 10,000 toastings - bread, hamburger buns, English muffins, Panetone, etc.  I might have gotten the 2 slice model, but with the kids at home, I figured that it was worth using up all the extra counter space.  Now that it's just the two of us, I'm still glad I have the 4 slice.  OK, I have just officially bored myself.

But what started this ramble/Ode to a Yellow Toaster - was Sunday breakfast which included the first toasted Panetone of the Holiday Season.  Now Panetone has been on my holiday radar since I was a child, but toasting it is something John came up with.  Amazing!  And to add to the fabulous meal, my friend Catherine sent us home from Thanksgiving's Day dinner with John's most favorite tea in the entire world - that French company Mariage Frères's Marco Polo Black.  Good Times!

 

Dressing Dilema

Cowboy Casual Holiday - That's right - that's what the invitation to this year's party given by John's company for the Holidays says.  It's always been a big, fancy deal - sequins and velvet and heels.  (And not just on the women - some of these Tulsa guys have big heels on their black formal boots.)  But after the party, we all have rooms to stay overnight in this huge lodge, with an enormous room with card games, puzzles, pool - you name it and it's there.  So this year, I opened the invitation and this phrase jumps out at me.  Now, anyone who know me knows that I'm not a user of profanity.  (I don't mind it when other's use it - often it is the only appropriate possibility.)  I save it for when my life is in danger and I need that extra jolt to kick me into action - like when the truck was coming at me on the freeway just before we got to Roseburg, Oregon, at 2 am on the way to my sister Claire's wedding.  But - what the H*** is Cowboy Casual Holiday??  

Living In A World Where You Can Chose

My Thanksgiving was terrific.  We spent it at the home of an amazing couple, who are so entertaining that we knew we were in for Big Fun.  Another couple, Eric and Simone, who we'd never met were coming too, and we were looking forward to meeting them.  It's funny how even when you have been told ahead of time that people are fabulous, they can still blow you away.  Eric is a Physics Professor and Simone is a Biological Archaeologist, (I think I got that right).  And her visage is mesmerizing.  I know, this goes against my feeling about using obscure wording, but the word "face" just wasn't right. As I sat across from her and Catherine, (she of the silken hair, sparkling eyes and smile, and perfect figure) , I might have felt like a major frump, if that was my nature, which is isn't - since my curly hair hasn't failed me yet.  And the conversation took over the table.  Wonderful!  I must admit that there were times when I was pretty sure my Science Minded Sweetie had never heard of that particular subject, but then we were off on another discussion that went in his direction and I was lost.  (Sports, anyone?)  Afterward, he said that even when he was lost, he was still enjoying himself.  Of course, he was sitting across from the fabulous Simone.
When we retired to the sitting room, an interesting thought was brought up by Chris, Catherine's boyfriend/soulmate.  His brother had refused to lend any validity to Chris's opinions in areas where he felt he had more experience.  I commented that I could understand (not necessarily agree) with the logic that his brother had employed to come to this conclusion, using what is for me a common example - that we have listened to other couples without children talk about what it is like having them, when we are the only couple who actually do have them.  (One of the few subjects that had not come up during the evening.)  My point, and I do have one, is that those other couples do have valid points to make.  I am perfectly happy with my decision to have children.  I don't have to belittle anyone else's decision not to have children.  I am happy that we live in a world where we can chose what's best for ourselves.  Many of my friends who are only 20 years older than me (and when Water Aerobics is your exercise of choice, you can end up with an older group of friends), never had the luxury of deciding whether or not to have children.  The generation gap when it comes to effective birth control is huge.  The college student of today can't comprehend not having that choice.  Also, I don't have to be an expert on parenthood.  (And never could be, because there are so many variables that I have not experienced.)
But back to my point - before I had kids, I was pretty sure my life would be better with them, if I found a husband who felt similarly in time.  (And anyone who knows me knows that I did!)  So I always made a point not to do that finger pointing thing, when other people's children were annoying in public.  Who knew that John and I would have perfect children, who never annoyed anyone?  Good Times!

Happy Thanksgiving

How can you argue with a holiday that is designed to give you a 4 day weekend!

Philbrook Museum Festival Of Trees - Interesting Saturday Night

Some odd, some beautiful, some oddly beautiful.

Better Than A Real Gift - A Pic-Gift!

Had dinner tonight with the most fascinating and fun Catherine and her Sweetie, who is equally amazing, before our annual visit to The Festival of Trees at the Philbrook Museum.  John and I had gone to a small church Christmas bazaar this afternoon, and I took a picture of this silly, but cute item - a bottle of hand sanitizer done up to in Santa dress, with "Santa-tizer" written on it.  And I told her that as a birthday present, I had just taken a picture of this little curiosity, and had no plan to burden her with an actual gift of it.  Since the picture was the present, (and a better present than its subject matter), she coined the name "Pic-Gift", as a new category to blog about.  So here is the first Pic-Gif!  Do you have any tales of gifts you would rather have just gotten a picture of instead?
*** I just realized that the Chia Pet is a perfect example!

Would You Buy Kennel No 5 From These Guys?

Here are some pictures that are more fun to look at than those Brad Pitts ones have been.  I got the idea from my friend, Catherine, who thanked me for putting up pictures of Zach's dogs.  And I thought, "Hey!  I have more pictures of Mozart and Beethoven and wouldn't they be nicer to look at?"

How Shallow Do They Think We Are?

I think I have just cracked the code!  Brad Pitt uses the terms "my fate" and "inevitable" in this Chanel No 5 ad, but I think the subtext is all about his affair with Angelina Jolie - as in it was "inevitable" because she was "his fate".  I think to the French, this affair is not the sordid, why does she only want other women's men, maybe they deserve each other kind of thing.  But a romantic, huge gesture, love affaire of the century between two "beautiful people".  And that would be why they think these commercial should work for us.

Oh Chanel Marketing Department - Do You Think This Is Better?

 

They added a bit to those horrible Chanel No. 5 commercials - now this is good stuff.  That's the lifestyle I like to imagine that the over-inflated prices of that perfume is promising me.  And then they take it all away by giving us hokey illogical dialogue from this disheveled, dreary man.

Ick!

**I just realized that none of the women in this commercial bear even the slightest resemblance to Angelina Jolie.

Zach's Dogs And Daylight's Savings Time

These are a couple of dogs running for the great outdoors.  It's been a long week, trying to get them used to the time change - taking them out to pee a little later each day.  Today was the day that we finally got onto the new schedule.  And today Mozart and Beethoven (Zach didn't name them - they came with these Martha Stewartish names) waited patiently, but then sprinted for the door, ran down the stairs, and wasted no time.  Success! 

One Of My Favorite Fruits - The Persimmon

Read a great post on my friend Sanda's blog, Halcyon Days, (don't you love that name?) about the Persimmon as Art.  She has wild Persimmons on her property.  I am so jealous!  Got me thinking about Persimmons, which I normally do this time of year.
When I was growing up we could only buy the one type of Persimmon - the Hachiya, which is shaped a little like a Bell Pepper. You don't eat them until they are ripe, not even to cook with. (High tannin,  I believe - just puckers you up like nothing you have ever felt.  Not a mistake you'll make twice.)  If you compare the feel of the ripe fruit to that of a ripe avocado, the Persimmon should be just a little softer. At this point, you can puree the raw, peeled fruit and freeze to cook with later. Our family always made something called Persimmon Pudding for Winter holidays. (It is steamed and Martha Stewart has a good recipe.) If I was very lucky, there would be extra ones to peel and eat raw, like some giant orange strawberry. Not everyone likes the slightly slimy (or perhaps gelatinous is a better description) texture, but I do. 
A few years ago (maybe 20?)the other type, the Fuyu Persimmon came on the American market. It is shaped like an apple and can be eaten like one while it is still crisp. They are also delicious, but I prefer a ripe Hachiya. I've cooked with the Fuyu, but needed to grate it - and the flavor wasn't as intense.
When I moved to Seattle, there were never Persimmons for sale, but after a while they started appearing in the stores.  They were very expensive, maybe $4 each, but I really missed our Persimmon Pudding at Thanksgiving.  So I would buy a few and wait for them to ripen.  And wait and wait.  Some never did, so weary from the long trip to Seattle from whatever warm climate they were grown in.  Some succumbed to the ubiquitous fruit flies brought in from South America on the bananas.  But then came the year I was in Southern California visiting my cousin Jill.  And she suggested that I buy a case of Persimmons and an old suitcase from the Goodwill and take them back as luggage.  Not many of you are old enough to remember it, but once upon a time, you could take two suitcases as baggage for free - yes!  That's right, I spent $14 for a case of Persimmons, $1 for a suitcase, and finally got my Persimmon Pudding for Thanksgiving.  And no one but me had seconds.  Their loss, my gain.  Maybe if I had made the Hard Sauce, from the recipe that Jill's mom, my aunt, found for me the following year, it might have been more popular.  After all, mix Brandy with Confectioners Sugar, and you could get people to ask for seconds of Cardboard a la Hard Sauce.  (Get why they call it "Hard"?  Or would the reference be the "Sauce"?)
Hope I can find a few Persimmons at the grocery store to take pictures of today.  Just in case anyone is in the dark as to this beautiful fruit.

Ribbon Candy Means Christmas To Me

Not everyone who knows me knows how much I love Christmas Ribbon Candy, but a lot do.  My friend, Shane always alerted me to the first of the season, as soon as it appeared in the Seattle stores.  (I hope I can find a place to buy it in Tulsa.)  I know not everyone thinks of Ribbon Candy as specifically Christmas candy, but I do, and I wouldn't even consider of eating one single blade at any other time of the year.  Just look at this beautiful confection - it makes me all cheery just seeing it.

Does everyone have food items that define the Christmas season to them?  Others than the iconic Candy Cane, of course.  Didn't the girls in Little House on the Prairie have fruit in their stockings? Some of mine are Orange Jelly Sticks,  Panettone, Peppermint Bark, Fruitcake, Divinity (tinted red and green with the juice from Maraschino Cherries, Marzipan Fruits (and Pigs and Potatoes), Springerle and Spritz Cookies. It shows how well advertising works, that I feel like adding those solid Chocolate Oranges that break into segments when you tap them, 

Pumpkin Spice Cookies With Brown Butter Icing - It's That Time Again!

Everyone who knows me knows that I hate Daylight's Saving Time!  I have at least a month of the worst time getting acclimated, whether it's "Springing Forward" or "Falling Back".  So on Sunday, I spent the day doing one of my favorite things - baking up my best seasonal cookie - Pumpkin Spice Cookies With Brown Butter Icing from Lovejoy Bakers in Portland, Oregon..  So sweet of them to share their recipe - but I always use fresh roasted sugar pumpkins and only half as much of the Ground Cloves.  And I could only find Whole Wheat Pastry Flour in Tulsa, so mine might be a little healthier.  Actually only half of mine are made with the Whole Wheat Flour (the prettier ones); I used just plain white flour for the other half.  I love these and need to get them out of the house before I eat them all.  So far, I've  sent off a few packages of them - one to my son, Nick, and another to my friend, Catherine, who is having a birthday on the 14th.  John took a bunch to work with him and I'll take the rest to California tomorrow.  I'm visiting my son, Zach, getting his dogs' schedule changed to the new time.  Getting them to pee 10 minutes later every day for a week should makeup for that extra hour in no time. 

Gas Goes Back Up