What I Did Instead of Painting Windows

There are just two windows and a little baseboard standing between me and living room paint completion.  Instead of knocking them out this weekend, I made several mental excuses and didn’t touch a paint brush or a hand sander.

When actively avoiding a task like this, I tend to be very productive in other arenas. Here is a list of happenings that validates my DIY procrastination:

  • Started crate training Schooner and took her to the vet
  • Made guacamole
  • Watched Freakonomics and Jesus Camp on Netflix
  • Got a haircut
  • Went to a party
  • Started 11 kinds of vegetable seeds
  • Played outside with the dogs in the 69 degree sunshine
  • E-filed my federal tax return
  • Made a danger pie*
  • Made calzones with homemade dough*

*Haven’t technically transpired yet, but will…I promise.

Only iphone photos available this week since my camera was kidnapped and taken to Georgia against its will.


Ode to a Shamrock Shake

That’s Uncle O’Grimacey, and he’s the patron saint of the McDonald’s Shamrock Shake.  Every March I become obsessed with the slightly minty green shake that used to be on the menu every year when I was growing up in Maryland.  I remember having my very first Shamrock Shake courtesy of Grammy and Grampy Novitsky.  I can’t remember anything else about the circumstances of that little outing, but I remember it distinctly.  It was a large one.  And my sister and parents weren’t there.  I swear this happened.

Oh my god, they’re so good.  And if one more person tells me that it’s just a vanilla shake with green food coloring, I’m going lose it.  They’re the most delicious fast food dessert of all time.  And for some fucking reason, the McDonald’s company likes to WITHHOLD them from the majority of the world.  There’s a popular site for SS fans to post sightings around the country.  Last year I made the mistake of asking a local McDonald’s employee if they were carrying them.  Mass confusion ensued.  Maybe they’ve never had them in East Tennessee?

But it’s not just East Tennessee, when I lived in NY I couldn’t find them either.  Nowhere in Manhattan or Brooklyn at least.  I heard a rumor about them being available on Long Island this year, but I won’t count it as fact until I see some documentation.  So a few years ago, when I worked at a place in New York that didn’t mind mid-day alcoholism or other time-wasting activities, my co-workers and I set out to recreate the Shamrock Shake on our own.  In fact, my blender is probably still in that office from the ordeal.  It’s certainly not here.

Through trial and error, I’ve found that the best subtle minty flavor comes from the Torani syrup you find in coffee shops.  The Creme de Menthe flavor is the best.

The only place in Knoxville that sells this crap is World Market.  So I went there today and despite a selection that included blood orange syrup and sugar-free chocolate chip cookie dough syrup, no creme de menthe to be found.

So I had to go the route of the commoner.  The internets are full of fake SS recipes.  I found a sickening misunderstanding of one earlier today on a disney website that involved lime sherbet.  But the basic consensus is vanilla ice cream, milk, green food dye, and mint extract (eggstrack if you’re Sandra Lee).

And as long as you’re real careful to stay light on the mint extract, it’s pretty darn close.  Although it’s been so long since I’ve had a real one, I can’t really even remember.  Also, I don’t have a real blender anymore, only an immersion blender, which seemed to work fine.  It’s an issue with making milkshakes in any kind of blender that the milk kind of separates from the ice cream globs.  But I find that you can get a more consistent texture by giving it a good stir, sticking it in the freezer for about five minutes, then stirring it again.

And while I’m on the topic…in the fall of 2002, when I lived in the College Park, MD area, I found a McDonald’s serving up a Pumpkin Spice shake.  And it was amazing.  And I’ve never met anyone else who has heard of this.  Maybe it was just a lovely daydream?

Knock-Off Homemade Shamrock Shake  (makes 1 shake)

  • 2 scoops vanilla ice cream
  • About 3/4 C. whole milk
  • 3 drops green food color
  • 1/8 tsp. mint extract

Scoop the ice cream into a blender, or some vessel to stick the immersion blender into.  Pour in milk to cover about 3/4 of the way up the ice cream scoops.  Add green dye and mint extract.  Blend thoroughly.

Pour the mixture into a glass, and stir around a little.  Place in freezer for 5 minutes.  Stir again and enjoy with a straw and a Thin Mint (since it’s Girl Scout cookie time of year).


New Year, New Resolutions

The holidays have come and gone once again. We managed to take three family visit trips in the course of three weeks…and I only took one extra day off of work. We’ve been to the north Georgia mountains, northeastern Pennsylvania, and Augusta, Georgia; and I can’t be happier about doing absolutely nothing this weekend. We got a bit of snow in Knoxville this week, and if all goes well I won’t leave the house again until Monday morning.

I’ve never set a serious New Year’s Resolution for myself, but this year I’ve got a good one going. By the end of 2010 I want to buy a house. And more ambitiously, I want to do it by the end of April to qualify for the $8k tax credit for first time home buyers. If we still lived in New York, it could easily be another ten years before I could even consider buying a home, and the definition of “home” would be a questionable one bedroom apartment in south Brooklyn. Knoxville is an incredibly affordable place to buy real estate. The prices are shocking to people from the northeast. A nicely updated small house in a nice neighborhood is attainable for under $150k.

It’s intimidating to make a decision of this scale, but more than anything I’m super excited. I can’t wait to live in a place I can be proud of. The rental house we live in here is fine; it’s a roof over our heads, and it’s about twice the square footage of our last apartment. But there’s no motivation to make it better. I’d like to think that in a house of my own, I’ll gradually work to make it great. Imagine having a home that’s filled with only the things you love, painted in the colors you choose, and every corner is yours. I can’t really imagine it yet. But it’s fun to.

I’ll leave you with some highlights from the holiday festivities. In preparation I made my first batch of perogies (a.k.a. pirohi, pirushki) from scratch:

Some delicious sugar and spice nuts packaged up as gifts in recycled jars:

Our Christmas trees for the last two years have come from this strange little farm that’s less than 2 miles from our house. You walk up the hill and choose your little tree, then a man with a chainsaw comes and cuts it and throws it in the back of his gator to take it down to your car. Good family fun to be had.

And after about two years, I finally finished another knitting project I’m happy with. Here’s the colorful Noro striped scarf I made in December:
Happy new year, friends!

Care of the Earth CSA

This fall I stumbled upon a new local farm called Care of the Earth Community Farm that was offering a fall season CSA farm share. I’ve always been interested in the CSA concept, but it always seemed like such a big commitment of time and money. But since this farm just got up and running this year, they decided to offer a partial season from September through November. So it was only a 12 week commitment, thus significantly cheaper than a full season. So I did it…and it was GREAT.

I went with the half share, which turned out to be just the right amount each week. A typical box from early September might have been 3 summer squahses, 2 green peppers, 4 jalepeno peppers, 2 large tomatoes, one small head of lettuce, one bunch of swiss chard, one bunch of herbs, a few small potatoes, a bag of green beans, and maybe some other little things too.

By the late fall there was a lot of butternut squash, carrots, beets, brussels sprouts, cabbage, and dark greens (so much damn kale!) I found myself cooking a lot of different things that I would never buy at the store, because I had to use it all up. I learned that roasted beets are amazing, and that I don’t much care for turnips or radishes (especially that evil daikon radish).

They had a little open house one Saturday afternoon at the farm. It’s just outside Knoxville to the east side of town. They have about 30 acres total. For this first short season, one young woman did ALL of the work herself. Everything. She fed 50 people for three months. I think that’s an admirable job.

The last CSA pickup was the Sunday before Thanksgiving. And now, two weeks later, I’m really missing it. The freshness of this produce was like nothing else I’ve ever had. I guess I got used to it, because after a weeks worth of Kroger produce again, it’s just not the same. I was wavering on whether or not to make the investment for their full season next year, but the last week or so has completely made the decision for me. I can’t wait until it starts again in April.

Fall Saturday

Yesterday was awesome. We had absolutely nothing to do. So I decided it was time to stop mourning the passing of another summer and embrace the fall. Pretty much the best way to do this is to cook things that contain pumpkin, cinnamon and/or apples. So I did.
Seamus, don’t you dare.
These pumpkin muffins were really good. I made them as soon as I woke up…somewhere around 10:30. You really can’t beat that. Then with the rest of the can of pumpkin, I made this pumpkin apple butter recipe, courtesy of Nicole. It’s pretty delicious, I was impressed with the texture, and how easy it is to make. Next time I think I might add more pumpkin than apple, since it basically just tastes like good apple butter. I used a honeycrisp apple because Kroger manipulates my eating habits by putting things on sale.
I also thought that this might be a good day to drag out this old bread board that used to be my grandmother’s. It’s a big flat wooden board that kind of latches onto the countertop so it doesn’t slide around. I discovered that the back edge of it has our last name scratched into it, but uh, spelled wrong. Missing the “k”:
So I didn’t really feel like making bread, per se. Too much waiting and not enough instant gratification. So I decided to try my hand at some scratch made noodles. I guess you could say pasta, or spaghetti, but they didn’t really resemble any kind of actual pasta, so let’s call them noodles. I used this method.
Now there isn’t anything particularly autumnal about this dinner. But c’mon, I made my own noodles, that’s impressive, right?


Please excuse the ugly dishes. I’ve been eating off of these for close to 20 years and I’m not buying new ones until they all break.
The noodles came out a little rubbery. I’m thinking that this could have been caused by either 1.) overworking the dough, or 2.) overcooking them in the water. I have absolutely no way of telling, and nothing else to compare it to. So maybe I’ll try it again sometime and do something differently. Or maybe I’ll get the Kitchen Aid pasta attachment and they won’t look like rubber worms next time. Either way, it was a delicious fall Saturday.


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