Once you leave blogging for awhile, it is hard to come back. Or maybe that’s just my excuse for being lazy.
It’s also difficult to find anything significant to say when others are going through such rough times. Those are real problems. Me? Not so much.
Not to say that I don’t have anything real going on. But some of it is stuff that I just can’t write about here.
My other problem (one of many), is that I can’t be brief. So I’m going to try and write more, and keep them short (ER).
Let’s see how far I get.
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G and I were recently invited to a dinner party. It was one where a chef was hired and a class was held, and we were taught how to cook a fabulous meal. People. If you ever have a chance to do this, DO IT. My only complaint was that it took so long, and everything looked and smelled so good that it was difficult not to plow my face right into the boiling pots.
The theme was Indian Flavors. And while this is not a cooking blog, I thought I would offer up the menu. If anyone wants a recipe, email me and I’ll pay the delicious goodness forward. Chef Mark sent us home with all the recipes. I can’t stop thinking about the puffed lentil wafers with chutney/raita. KILLER.
Potato Patties Stuffed with Green Peas (aloo hari matar tikki)
Puffed Lentil Wafers filled with Sweet Tomato Chutney, Tamarind and Date Chutney, or Cucumber and Onion Raita (pana puris)Eggplant w/Cilantro and Chickpea Flour Stuffing
Okra w/Red OnionsLamb w/Onions and Mint
Basmati RiceCrepes with Fennel and Cardamom
Our friend gave the class as a gift to his girlfriend, and we were graciously invited to partake. WHAT A GREAT GIFT IDEA. (I already told G that I would love a gift like this as soon as we move into a place with a credible kitchen, so that’s not even meant as a hint for him. I’m not good with hints. I’m blunt and rude like that.)
So, so fun. Chef Mark was incredibly nice and laid-back and relaxed and sociable. I highly recommend it. And highly recommend him: If anyone is in Chicago and wants his info, go to Chefs On Call.
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We often tell the kids, if they are whining or fake-crying about something, that they need to behave if they want X. (Yes, we are parents who threaten, and they are not empty. We are mean and follow through.)
Bean will perk up suddenly and through her fake tears, give a fake smile and say, “Mom, Dad, I’m being haive! See? I’m being haive!”
It took us awhile to realize that she thought we were telling her to be HAIVE. Is it wrong that we haven’t corrected her? Because I just find this so GD sweet and funny!
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I’ve got more B&B updates and their lives are usually much more exciting than ours. We did go to a birthday/dinner party last week which included too many drinks and even more unfortunate meetings with a karaoke mic. I think G made people cry. It was similar, I imagine, to watching bad American Idol auditions live. Luckily, I was not so far gone that I ever held that mic in my hand, other than to pull it out of my purse. Because yes, we come to parties with karaoke mics.
Our social lives are not usually this exciting. Two whole events in one post. It may account for us going a little overboard though, like we are caged animals set free for the night.
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Wow. This post is boring. And as I’m sure you noticed right away, not that short either. I need Cliff Notes for myself.
I’ll keep trying…
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I am now putting my face in my hands saying, “I can’t believe I’m going to be one of the rejects now!” If Paula were there she would have told me I had a great spirit and was an old soul.
Dang… so the hubby gets to comment first? Can WE say NEPOTISM??? (Oh, alright, I guess I can lose to G gracefully…)
Dude, you could blog about picking your nose or even G’s nose (or the twins’ noses) and it still would be entertaining.
Mmmmm, that lamb thing sounds wonderful. Big fan of Indian food here. When I get a kitchen of MY OWN someday, I will be bugging you for a recipe.
Okay, off to be a bit more HAIVE for the rest of the day. (HUGS to those cutie pies!)
That menu sounds really delicious,and that’s great you had such a fun evening. Hope the twins keep being haive, wish my two would do the same.
We love Indian food around our house, if you don’t mind I would like to try those recipes! B and B crack me up! Off to go try and make Robby be Haive as well
Boring? No way! Just happy to see you around again.
And um, feel free to send Chef Mark my way - my hungry nursing body would LOVE that dinner!
is that a karaoke mic in your purse or are you just happy to see me?
somewhere (besides inside my head) that’s REEEALLY funny…. that’s easily a flight of the conchords lyric.
the porkchop also likes to point out random moments throughout the day when all is calm and quiet that he is in fact being HAIVE.
Okay, I know, I know… second comment and all… Just wanted to share that I used the word “behave” with LN for the first time last night and she asked, “If I am HAIVE, will you stay at my school with me?” While I was about to ROFLAO, she adds, “What’s HAIVE? How do I HAIVE?” I told her she’d have to ask Bean unni.
Indian food, karaoke and being haive children? What’s not to like? This post put a smile on my face and I’m one of those mean parents too.
I try to avoid karaoke - after years spent in Japanese karaoke bars, I get full out PTSD psychosis and cannot haive well once I hear “Take Me Home, Country Road” with an Asian accent. “Rocky Mountain High” also make my right eye twitchy.
But I’d LOVE to try those recipies. I’ll have to substitute out the cilantro, but I loves me some Indian food and the crepes sound intriguing. How did they taste?
And the paper cutting - be glad you didn’t break out the glitter!
OMG, Swan, I’ve had Take Me Home, Country Road sung in an Asian accent in my head ever since I watched this movie. Thank you, Studio Ghibli.
Anyhoo, that Chefs on call sounds mighty fun. Ted’s thinking about doing something like that except you get to brew your own beer. We’ll see how that goes…Me, I’d totally prefer Indian food to beer any day.