Archives for April 2010

Wednesday, You Delight Me

So.

This pollinated Wednesday afternoon (seriously, we have WHIRLING CLOUDS OF POLLEN here) seems like an excellent time to wrap up a few loose ends that I have oh-so-carelessly left undone.

A thousand pardons.

– First, you will never know how much your sweet comments about Maggie meant to us. Y’all are the best. We are still missing her but doing so much better now. And Ally the Mutt has been the happy recipient of pretty much anything she wants. A piece of pork tenderloin? Sure. Neck massage? Certainly. Sleeping in the bed with humans? Absolutely. I’m surprised we haven’t run her a warm bath and presented her with a cheese plate, honestly.

– I’ll announce winners of the Amy Grant giveaway in the next day or two. Thanks for your patience with that.

Dave Barnes’ new CD is sixty-four kinds of awesome and on near-constant rotation in our house. It’s definitely his best one so far, and if you’re interested in listening to great, grown-up music that is also totally appropriate for your kids’ little ears, then you should check it out. You can find it on or .

– I loved all of your ideas for cooking for a crowd. When I was reading your comments, I remembered something I did when we had some friends over back in the fall, and it met three of my favorite criteria: cheap, simple and delicious. I fixed a taco salad / nachos bar, and it was so easy: seasoned ground beef, black beans, salsa, lettuce, sour cream, cheese, Rotel dip, guacamole and tortilla chips. The kids made nachos, the grown-ups made taco salads, and all was right with the world.

– My friend Anne will be in Eastern Europe and Russia over the next few days.

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Just click on the button to follow her story – and the stories of so many who don’t have a voice – while she’s there.

– Finally, here are two posts I’ve loved this week: one by Jon and one by Annie.

Happy Wednesday, y’all.

American Idol – Top 9

All righty. I’m a little pressed for time tonight, but I’m watching Idol because I don’t want to be left out of everybody’s post-show conversations and comments tomorrow. So basically I’m totally caving to peer pressure. BECAUSE I’M JUST THAT MATURE.

Aaron Kelly – “The Long and Winding Road” – Honestly? I was a little bored. It was just so SLOW.

Katie Stevens – “Let It Be” – That was actually really pretty. It was very understated – but at the same time it was full of emotion. She really surprised me with the originality of the arrangement and the strength of her performance. I liked it a lot. And I liked her tights, too.

Andrew Garcia – “Can’t Buy Me Love” – I couldn’t decide if he put a big band or a rockabilly twist on this song – or maybe some strange combination of the two. I definitely thought it was one of his better performances, and I loved what he did with the bridge of the song. The whole thing wasn’t as moving as Katie’s performance, but it was fun.

Michael Lynche – “Eleanor Rigby” – There was a whole lot going on in this performance: the strings on the stage, the moody lighting, the arrhythmic delivery and the big medallion on the back of Michael’s jacket. It almost felt like a Meatloaf song – overly orchestrated and very dramatic. He’s talented, no doubt – and I don’t think he lost any momentum tonight.

Crystal Bowersox – “Come Together” – Good grief I love her. And I’m almost ready for the show to be over so that I can buy a ticket to one of her shows and see her perform live, the end.

Tim Urban – “All My Lovin'” – Oh my. That was some weird mix of Greg Brady and Troy Bolton and David Cassidy and Conrad Birdie. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Casey James – “Jealous Guy” – I’ve never heard of this song in my life, but I really liked Casey’s version – it was heartfelt and tender and had sort of a John Mayer-ish/Marc Broussard-ish vibe to it. But could somebody explain to me what’s going on with Casey’s hair? I really like it when he rocks the ponytail. Not that the ponytail is what matters the most, of course. I just miss it.

Siobhan Magnus – “Across the Universe” – Do y’all remember Paula Cole? I realized tonight that Siobhan’s voice reminds me a little bit of Paula Cole. That being said, this performance just made me want to kick. I didn’t connect with it on any level. It was almost like looking at a piece of art that I know is supposed to be impressive – but then realizing that when push comes to shove, I just don’t get it. However, I’m grateful she didn’t scream.

Lee DeWyze – “Hey Jude” – This was a more straightforward arrangement than I thought it would be, and honestly I missed the original twist that he put on his performance last week. It was a decent cover, but it wasn’t all that special. And I didn’t really get the bagpipe. I love his voice, though, and I want to hear more from him.

Best of the night: Crystal
Worst of the night: Tim or Siobhan
Should go: Tim
Will go: Tim or Siobhan

What did y’all think?

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Cooking For A Crowd Without Losing Your Ever-Livin’ Mind

I’m not an expert on anything. That’s why you rarely see any how-to posts in this little neck of the bloggy woods. Oh, I could probably score pretty high on some sort of Bravo reality programming quiz, but as you might imagine, the demand for how-to posts on that particular skill is practically nonexistent.

(FINGERS CROSSED, though, that my running mental list of the Real Housewives’ finest moments will come in handy one day. Maybe I’ll get to provide the correct spelling of Bethenny’s name in a heated round of Trivial Pursuit. As Ramona would say, I’d be all over that like white rice.)

(I fear I’ve shared too much.)

(Anyway.)

Weekend before last we went to my hometown to see the family and celebrate my parents’ birthdays. Sister and her hubby were planning to be there, too, and I thought it might be fun to cook a big birthday supper. Without going into all the details of what’s been going on with our extended family over the last few months, I’ll just say that so far 2010 has been a HUMDINGER, and given that, Mama’s and Daddy’s birthdays seemed like a great excuse to get the cousins together and eat and laugh and trust that better days are ahead.

And that is exactly what we did.

I am notorious for wanting to cook 15 different dishes when I’m cooking for company, but I really tempered that tendency for the birthday dinner because 1) I wasn’t cooking at my own house and 2) I tried to do as much as I could ahead of time so that I could actually talk to people and lo, maybe even enjoy myself. And do you know what? The plan worked beautifully.

So here’s what we had for supper. There were probably about 25 people by the time a few latecomers stopped by.

Asian Pork Tenderloin
Shrimp and Wild Rice Casserole
Party Salad (it doesn’t have a name – it’s just what I throw together when we have company)
Ree’s Rolls (I used dill instead of rosemary)
Pound Cake with Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream and Fresh Strawberries

And because I did everything in stages, it wasn’t stressful AT ALL.

(Disclaimer: before you read this next part, you should know that I recognize that there was probably a better, more efficient way to pull off the dinner.)

(Perhaps my crippling lack of confidence is yet another reason why I never write how-to posts.)

(Also: I feel like I need to be giving away free chocolate to those of you who have actually stuck around long enough to read this thing.)

(Regardless, here’s my strategy. Though I’m sure there’s a better strategy, and it’s probably yours.)

(PLEASE BRACE YOURSELVES FOR THE SOARING NEW HEIGHTS OF BORING THAT AWAIT YOU IN THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS.)

Thursday afternoon I made a triple batch of marinade because I was cooking 6 tenderloins (I bought Tyson plain tenderloin 2-packs). I put 2 tenderloins in a gallon Ziploc, then covered with marinade. All three Ziplocs went in the refrigerator. Later that afternoon I made the first of two pound cakes.

Friday afternoon I made another pound cake. Then I made the shrimp and wild rice casserole (5 boxes of wild rice, cooked, 5 cups of freshly grated sharp cheddar cheese, 5 cans of cream of mushroom, 5 Tbs. Worcestershire, 2 lbs. of medium frozen shrimp, thawed). I divided the casserole into three Pyrex dishes, covered them, and put them in the refrigerator.

Late Saturday morning I packed everything in coolers – including the frozen roll dough. Sister was already at Mama and Daddy’s, so she went to the grocery store and got all the salad stuff (hearts of romaine, red onion, fresh broccoli, mandarin oranges, almonds and dressing), coffee fixins and ice cream.

Saturday afternoon we made it to Mama and Daddy’s. Two hours before supper, I put the roll dough on cookie sheets and let it rise in a warm oven. Then I chopped up everything for the salad. About 45 minutes before supper – when the roll dough was out of the oven – I cooked the tenderloins (they only take 25-30 minutes). Then I cooked the casseroles, which came out of the oven just as people were starting to arrive. Sister and Paige set out all the china and glasses and whathaveyou.

While everybody visited and watched Kentucky bust my NCAA bracket to pieces, I put the rolls back in the oven.

Once the rolls were ready, everybody served their plates buffet-style, and I sat outside with Sister and Paige and ate supper and visited. Paige helped me fix and serve dessert while Sister started to tackle the kitchen, and I think we made a good team. We actually cooked for a crowd and enjoyed ourselves, too.

WHAT A NOVEL CONCEPT.

By the way, here’s the birthday boy and the birthday girl.

And some sweet cousins.

And some of Mama’s daffodils, which really have nothing to do with anything, but they were blooming like crazy that weekend.

So. What about y’all? Any tips or tricks for staying sane when you’re cooking for a crowd? Any reliable, crowd-friendly recipes you’d like to share? Do you break out the paper plates or polish the silver? Do you cook everything yourself, or do you sometimes get a little help from the Colonel or Popeye’s?

Please note: I will always – ALWAYS – support getting a little help from Popeye’s.

OH YES MA’AM I WILL.

He Has Some Thoughts

– “Mama, one day when I’m at my new house with my wife and my children, I will think about you and Daddy everyday. And on Christmas and other holidays you can come to visit our house, or we’ll come to your house. And I still want you to cook.”

– “Mama? Where’s Daddy? Is he outside? Oh, never mind – I’m really not concerned.”

– “Hold on just a second, Mama. I’m a little busy right now.”

– “Mama? You should really give me half of your sandwich because I think that the Lord wants us to share.”

– “Mama? You’re a good cooker.”

– “Mama? Have you heard that there’s a movie called Julie & Julia? I think that one of the ladies likes to cook, and then I think the other one just likes to comb her hair.”

– “Mama? Does it make you a little sad that I just fixed my snack and my drink all by myself? Because that means I’m getting older, Mama. I’m growing up!”

Every age has been so sweet. But I think that seven may be the sweetest of all.

Giveaway Round-Up

– I just posted the winner of the Initials, inc. giveaway.

– Don’t forget about the Amy Grant “Somewhere Down the Road” giveaway – you can win a Flip video camera, a 20-CD library of Amy’s music, or one of 10 autographed copies of the new CD.

– Finally, I’m participating in the Tropicana Juicy Rewards campaign with BlogHer, and you can enter to win a $50 Visa gift card on my first Juicy Rewards post. I’ll be writing six posts for this campaign, and there will be a gift card up for grabs on each one.

There.

I believe that’s it.

And by all means, have a lovely afternoon.

Maggie

About twelve years ago David and I drove to Woodville, Mississippi one Sunday afternoon to pick up a 5 1/2 week-old puppy. We named her Maggie. And we loved her like crazy.

Six months later Ally joined the family, and she was the best thing that ever happened to Mag. They were fast friends.

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Alex came along four years after that, and the dogs loved him instantly. Maggie especially seemed endlessly fascinated and maybe just a wee bit puzzled by the little creature who cried a lot, but she was always so gentle with him, and she always wanted to be wherever he was.

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From the time Alex started walking, he could not get enough of the big furry dog. Whenever he saw her he would scream, “GEE GEE” – and then he would barrel toward her and pet her and giggle like crazy. Maggie pretended to be indifferent, but I’m pretty sure that all the attention tickled her to no end. She’d see that little guy coming and wag her tail in spite of herself.

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Two years ago we noticed that Maggie had what we guessed was a cyst on her right side. We asked the vet about it at her check-up, and he told us to keep an eye on it. Over the course of a few months it got considerably bigger, so we went back to the vet for x-rays. The cyst was actually a tumor, and it was inoperable. Plus, the vet said that Mag would never recover from an incision that size, so he recommended some medication and told us that he couldn’t really give a prognosis. We just had to wait and see.

By this past Christmas the tumor was so large that it affected Maggie’s ability to walk and run. We held out hope that her medicine would help, but by February there were three new tumors, and we knew there were going to be some sad days ahead. A couple of weeks ago Maggie started to lose the use of her back legs. She would try to stand up, but her legs wouldn’t always cooperate. It was heartbreaking to see her struggle.

Last week David talked to the vet, and we knew the end was near. We explained everything to Alex so that he’d have some understanding about what was coming. It was the first time I’ve ever seen him devastated.

And last Wednesday morning, the little boy who has pulled on Maggie and patted her and sang to her and walked her and fed her and loved her like nobody’s business – well, he said good-bye to her. She died a few hours later.

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It was a very sad day for our little family.

We miss you, Maggie Belle.