Food Coma

December 28, 2013

From Janelle:

The flu hit my parents hard and we unexpectantly hosted Christmas Eve at the last minute and overcooked as usual.  I can’t help myself.  My dad had already purchased a roast, Lewis baked a turkey, my sister-in-law made green beans with bacon, my mom rallied enough to prepare her house fav gargantuan sized mac and cheese and my cousin brought her annual Guliver’s creamed corn.  She’s made that every year for as long as I can remember but only when we emailed for the first time about the menu did I discover that it was an Irvine restaurant specialty.

Mashed potatoes were a hotly contested production as my sister-in-law and I insisted that the potatoes should be started in cool water and not tossed into boiling for a more consistent product (the ladies won that battle after dumping three pots of boiling water), for some reason I thought we needed Val’s yams with marshmallows or aka crack as I called the sweet concoction when she served it at Thanksgiving but ours didn’t come out as addicting, kale sautéed with walnuts and garlic, salad, my mom’s stuffing I hadn’t made for decades but got carried away with the organic chicken stock resulting in a tasty mush, Lewis destroyed the gravy as usual (he’s a fabulous cook but gravy is not his specialty) and a lovely, tart and healthy raspberry gelatin topped with full fat whipped cream.  No wonder my pants don’t fit.

From Lewis:

Yummm, I love the taste and smell of holiday feasts but it is over until next year and is time now to cut down and get back into shape. Janelle is not allowed to buy anymore pants until she fits all the ones she already has.

From Janelle:

HA, maybe you shouldn’t make me mashed potato, stuffing and egg pancakes for breakfast!  It will be over when we finish the leftovers in the refrigerator……

What did you eat this Holiday Season that you wish you didn’t?

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Life is a Rainbow

March 17, 2013

From Janelle:

I love color.  When we purchased this house it was an opulence of monochromatic blahness.  The kitchen, bathrooms and stair railings were traditional dark stained oak, all tile was beige with insets of flowers in the master bath (gag), the carpet a mixed blend of cream and tans and bathroom linoleum surprise, surprise beige.

We knew that it would be some time before we were able to remodel so we painted and painted and painted.  The bland kitchen tile remained but the cabinets were coated in white, walls in aqua and the linoleum floor in industrial indigo tile.  I’ve read that blue is the least appealing color for a kitchen (think about it, the only blue foods are berries) but it radiated happiness.

We had painted our 1938 bungalow bedroom raspberry, leaving the rounded low ceiling white and carried that color palate to this house but the vaulted ceilings looked odd white against the deep color.  I instructed the painters to keep going inspiring the leadman to gape at me incredulously and then plaster more intense pigment onto the ceiling. The room inspired strong opinions from viewers; a few loved it, some hated it and most just didn’t get it.  That’s ok, we liked it and we loved our “sleeping tomb” as we called it, the heavy dark green velvet curtains shut out all sunlight and any shards of brightness that dared creep into the room were obliterated by raspberry denseness.

No matter how many lights blazed little could penetrate through the concentrated tint and five years later I was over it.  It had taken three or four coats to transform white walls into a passionate hue and it took the same to convert the darkness back to white, one wall colored the same turquoise as the scullery.

Our new kitchen will be gleaming, reflective white with a pop of orange in the bar.  The guest bathroom is swathed in a dizzying array of blue glass and the guest bedroom will feature funky Andy Warhol tile over a built in cabinet and at least one wall will be bathed in sunshiny orange that might have leapt from a Sunkist fruit. Some might think that that it is too much but it makes me happy and that’s what matters.

From Lewis:

Somehow all the color did work one way or the other but in the back of your mind you know it will change in the future.  Hopefully not from white to raspberry again but I’m sure there is some sort of insulation rating for ten layers of paint.

Goodbye Raspberry…..

Hello aqua and lime!


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