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Mr. Boy

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Oct-3-2010

Yesterday, The Boy and I took the bus to The Big City. After about 25 years, they changed the bus number, but being a clever Mummy Dearest, I wrote the pertinent information on my hand.

Worked for me.

Our major objective was procuring English Pounds for his three day whizz  through London come this Wednesday.  Done, and it did not rain. Bright side of life and all.

We stopped at the Italian Deli and, well, they have some sortof  ricotta but  no cannoli.  The market did not have any good looking ricotta either. One problem at a time and, after all, what does he know ?

As we  waited for the bus to the Big City, I saw a woman that I have always said hello to, over many years. I whispered to The Boy that she was…intellectually challenged.  He did not believe me. We chatted with her and agreed that her conversation was about along the lines of any elderly person from Oma and Opa’s home town. But I know that she is..slower then the average bear. She has a job, a little white van picks her up every morning and brings her home once again. The little white van is a major clue as to her mental status.

As I told The Boy  one thing that I really regret was one time, she could not figure out what was going on in the bus. The Bus driver was giving her a hard time, but I did not want to go up, in my my stranger in a strange land facade and say- in front of her- Bus Driver, she is dimwitted. He gave her quite the tongue lashing. I still feel very bad about that, but, at the time, could not think of an equitable way to solve it.

The Boy and I had a wonderful time.  We had a list of things to buy but ended up with some socks, a PlayStation game and some clothes for Baby. Which she does not like. Oh well.

He bought me lunch … a Big Mac. He likes buying me lunch, I have no idea why.

As we came home, on the bus, in THE VERY LAST ROW, bumpity bumping along, he told me that he wanted to become a primary school teacher. This surprised me, for a week or so ago, he gave me other plans. But he would be excellent at this, and there is a great shortage of men teaching in primary schools. And he loves little kids, he loves the feisty boys and knows how to talk to them. Handle them.

And he would get a lot of vacation time, to..for instance…go to North Korea and eat fish heads and rice. Maybe even black dog. Is that North Korea .

Cooking, 101

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Apr-9-2010

Once again, The Baby and I are making brownies. We are talking Duncan Hines, this is not complicated.

Step one is grease the pan with Crisco or some spray. Well, we don’t have a metal pan, we don’t have Crisco or some spray. I have her measure some redware that I have and give me the inches, those big, black numbers on my measuring tape in that drawer.To figure out the time.

Done.

Ok. Get a paper towel ( believe me, God invented paper towels ). Here is our dish, put a blob of this oil ( some cheapo oil, which I cannot begin to translate) in the dish and cover the bottom and the sides of it, so our brownies won’t stick.

Now, to a new frontier, you are going to crack the eggs. 2 of them. Hit that egg with the knife about there, you do not want to smash it in half, you want a short and strong stroke. Enough so that you can pull that shell apart with your fingers, have enough space to do so.

The first egg, she was very tentative and as she pulled it apart, she squished the shell, but nothing went into the batter. No problem here. The second egg, she was a Samurai. She still squished the egg shell, but nothing fell into the batter, so who…cares.

She whisked that batter to death. She is covered with brownie stuff. She licked the bowl, the best part of all. I am saying, use your finger.

She loves doing this.

We are talking Duncan Hines Brownies.

But she has indeed made them, all by herself.

There is fake vanilla in this mix. What can you expect, at this price ? Why can I taste this ? I should be tasting chocolate, but all that I am tasting is that hideous aftertaste of fake vanilla. I could look at the box, check the ingredients, but no matter what it says, I know what I am tasting : cheap, fake vanilla. It has such a distinctive flavor.

Why am I so big on aftertastes ?

Coleslaw

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Feb-20-2010

I am whining again.

Big night out, we went to KFC. Could have gone to the Italian, but we live in a democracy. Now, this is a big deal, if one lives in The Netherlands. The Baby can have decent corn on the cob and I can have coleslaw.

Any fool can fry chicken.

I actually prefer my Mother’s coleslaw, but, alas, Mummy is gone and that slip of paper has yet to surface. Although the AH stuff tastes very much like Mummy’s.

I should like to make my own coleslaw ( comes from Dutch words of course, kool- cabbage- sla- salad). But there seem to be about 5 million recipes for coleslaw out there, many containing the ingredients coleslaw mix and a bottle of coleslaw salad dressing.

Is coleslaw one word or two ?

It is easier to just buy a tub of the stuff at the AH.

I did a Google photo search, and some dish by some guy named Bobby Flay came up.
Looked a lot like Mummy’s, although I am very sure that there was no trace of onion in hers and a hint of radish ( uh, color?).

And I find it hard to believe that she ever used mayo. We were a Miracle Whip family, I do not believe that I tasted Mayo before I went to Grad School. I don’t recall ever having seen a jar of mayo in one of our two family fridges ( New England. We were ready for all that Mother Nature could throw at us. I know, but keep those doors closed and those fridges will keep the food for quite a while. But if one thinks about it, well, just put the frozen food outside, up high. Lord, I am too old for these *duh* moments). I still don’t like jarred mayo, although an Italian friend of ours once made some from scratch and I liked that mayo fine. Yum,yum fine.

How tough can coleslaw be ?

I will most likely try that recipe ( dried mustard ?) once. Then I shall just buy that cute little tub of American Coleslaw at the AH about, oh, every two months.