O frabjous day!

maxine October 30th, 2008

This is very, very good news:  Tim Tams are in the US!!  What are Tim Tams, you ask?  This is:

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It’s a cookie/biscuit/digestible that’s really popular in Australia and New Zealand.  Two malted chocolate biscuits sandwiching a layer of creamy chocolatey goodness, all surrounded by even more chocolate.  Glorified dipped Oreo, you say?  No, my friends.  This is to a dipped Oreo as Ruths Chris Steakhouse is to McDonalds.

Why is this such a big deal, you ask?  Because until now, you could only find these delectible delicacies in specialty shops (like Cost Plus, certain British stores, etc.), and you would generally pay too much per package. Apparently, Arnott’s (the company that produces Tim Tams) has been purchased by Pepperidge Farms and as of Nov. 1, Tim Tams will be sold exclusively at Target stores under the Pepperidge Farms label (for about $3/package).  If you’re not already jumping up and down for joy, you should probably start now.  These things are AMAZING! Do yourself a favor and go out to your local Target store this instant, buy a package, take it home, and slam a Tim Tam today.

How to slam a Tim Tam:

1. Prepare a hot beverage of choice (we like hot cocoa).

2. Bite off each end of the biscuit (some bite off opposing corners, but I find you get better control if you just bite off a small portion of each whole end)

3.  Insert one end of Tim Tam into hot beverage and use as a straw.  The insides will melt.

4. As soon as you feel the biscuit soften, put the whole thing in your mouth and enjoy the burst of chocolatey overload.

Enjoy!

(P.S.  I know I just posted last night, but this was too good to wait for.  Make sure you look at the other post because Isaac is super cute.)

Hey, hey, we’re the Monkeys!

maxine October 29th, 2008

(Yes, I know the band was spelled “Monkees.”)

I’m prone to the occasional implulse/panic purchase, especially when it involves really cute Halloween costumes.  For nearly two years now (pregnancy plus post-pregnancy), I’ve been dreaming of what kind of cute little torture I would subject my child to for this holiday.  I love all those poofy little animal costumes at Babies R Us.  You know the ones - my kid could be a cute little lamb, or a cow, or a lobster.  Providence seemed to hit when I saw the monkey outfit on sale at Old Navy.  Alas, on sale is still more expensive than free.  When we realized that we already had a perfectly good costume for Isaac sitting in his closet, I couldn’t justify keeping the monkey suit.  So, here are the pictures to prove just how darling it was.  I might still pretend that this is what he wore on Halloween.

Isaac started off loving it (surprisingly).  Why, I believe that’s a thumbs-up you’re seeing there:

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He didn’t even mind the mittens over his hands, though it did make it a little harder for him to grab anything:

Things started to go downhill when he realized it was hot and stuffy in there and he couldn’t really do a whole lot:

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He finally gave up after about 15 minutes and just went limp:

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Then he got excited about himself and started clapping:

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Here’s the costume we’re actually going to use.  Isaac is going as… A FULL Chinese kid!

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More on Halloween…

Little pig, little pig: The other white meat

maxine October 26th, 2008

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I love bacon.  I regularly use Italian sausage in my cooking.  Ham is pretty tasty when there’s a fruity sauce on it.  Prosciutto is out of this world delicious.  So why don’t I like the cuts of pig labeled “pork”?

Ever since I was a kid, I have never been able to choke down a pork chop, loin roast, or even ground up pork without feeling seriously dirty for doing so.  Yet, I wouldn’t think twice about ordering a side of bacon and sausage with my breakfast eggs.  Perhaps I was being close-minded about the meat?  Or maybe not.

I decided it was time to face my fears (or whatever you’d call this) and cooked up a tasty organic pork tenderloin for dinner last night.  I roasted it with herbs, fennel, and garlic, and the house smelled of delicious.  Sadly, when it came time to eat the tasty smelling meal, I still felt gross eating it.  How is it possible to feel dirty eating a piece of meat?  I, the same person who didn’t think twice about trying out head cheese and who regularly enjoys eating jellyfish, could not handle the way the tender meat felt in my mouth as I chewed each piece.  Out of respect for the pig who gave its life for my experiment, I finished my dinner and encouraged Collin to have seconds.   He enjoyed it and said it was delicious.  So what’s wrong with me?  Does anyone else have this same problem?

This week in Isaac news

maxine October 21st, 2008

Isaac turned 11 months this week.  We can’t believe how close he is to his first birthday!  It seems like he learns something new every day.  This week, Isaac learned to use a walker toy.  We borrowed Lila’s toy, and he just looked at it the first night.  The next morning, though, Isaac was walking around like he’s been doing it for days:

Isaac loves to mimic us, especially when he gets to copy our “ew, gross!” face (that phrase and corresponding facial expression get used a lot in this house).  He’s growing a few extra teeth, too.  You might spot them in this picture if you look carefully:

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He and cousing Lila LOVE playing together.  Their latest craze is actually wanting to be in the playpen together.  The adults don’t mind one bit!

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And this is one of my new favorite pictures - I love these quiet moments with Isaac.

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Carrying some serious taggage

maxine October 16th, 2008

I’ve been tagged by Kristen and Amber.  Maybe y’all know tons about me already, but here’s more anyway!  To keep things spicy, I’m shooting for really random things.

Kristen’s 6 random things about yourself tag:

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1.  I love to read labels.  Did I say love?  I meant I’m obsessed with reading the labels on every food, clothing, and miscellaneous item I consider purchasing.  Instructional manuals are included in that mix.  If there are words printed somewhere, I will inevitably read them.  Why?  Because they’re so informative!

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2.  I’m a big fan of lists. Shopping lists, to do lists, schedules (that’s a sort of list), weekly menus, you name it.  I like the feel of pen/pencil on paper.  Tried using PDAs and other forms of digital list-making, but nothing compares to just using a notepad or sticky note and a pen.  And don’t get me started on list consolidation - heaven on a single notepad!  Geeky, I know, but at least I’m always organized.

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3.  I aspire to own chickens some day.   My mom raised chickens when I was a kid, and there’s really nothing that quite compares to a fresh egg.  By the way, chickens make great pets.

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4.   Alternate Universe Maxine wants to be a writer.  Sometimes I get the writing bug and think I can write the Next Great Novel.  Then I write a simple essay on my blog and am able to move on.

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5.   My sense of smell is greatly diminished.  This is due mostly to my constant companion, allergies.  Makes it really difficult to season my food just right, since taste is so dependent on smell.  Sadly, I tend to over-season.

6.   I like touching things.   Nary an article of clothing goes untouched when I go shopping.  I just like the way things feel.  Or, I just want to know what doesn’t feel nice to the touch so I can remember to avoid it in the future.

Amber’s High School Tag

Sorry, kids.  No high school photos of me survived the digital age.  Just picture me darker and bonier.

1 Did you date someone from your school? Yes.

2 What kind of car did you drive? A tank of a Cadillac Seville until it was totaled by a fast-moving Expedition.  Then it was Bessy, the Toyota Cressida that was as old as I.

3 Did you pass your driver’s license test on the first try? I’m going to decline to answer, lest I perpetuate the Asians-are-bad-drivers stereotype.

4 Were you a party animal?  Depends on who you ask.

5 Were you considered a flirt? Also depends on who you ask.

6 Were you in a band, orchestra or choir? Ooh, choir all the way!  School choirs, honor choirs, church choirs, you name it, I sang in it!

7 Were you a nerd?  And darn proud of it, too!

8 Were you on any varsity teams? I’ve never been very athletically inclined, so no.

9 Did you get suspended or expelled? Never

10 Can you still sing the fight song? Fight song?

11 Who were your favorite teachers? Mr. Flannery (freshman choir teacher) and Mrs. Larsen (the math teacher who celebrated Pi day with pie - jealous?).

12 Where did you sit during lunch? On the picnic table by the planter.  Once, the Portuguese kids tried to usurp our table.  It was a big deal getting our territory back.  There was much slyness and trickery involved (since they were all bigger than us).

13 What’s your school’s full name? Aliso Niguel (freshman year) and Richard Gahr (affectionately known as Gahrbage High).

14 What was your mascot and colors? Aliso: Wolverine, teal and black.  Gahr: Gladiators, blue and gold.

15 Did you go to homecoming? Yes

16 If you could go back and do it all again, would you? If I could go back and redo things, then I would.  Otherwise, not a chance!

17 What do you remember most about graduation? I sang at my high school graduation.  I had a really nasty cold that day, and I sounded terrible.  At least the song they chose for me (Frank Sinatra’s “My Way”) sounded all wrong coming from a gal’s voice.

18 Where did you go on your Senior Skip Day? Every day was Senior skip day!  But I don’t recall an official one ever being organized.

19 Were you in any clubs? I was a drama geek.  I was in all the musicals and some of the shows.  I was also on class cabinet senior year.  Ooh, and the Awesome Club.  I was part of that.

20 Have you gained some weight since then? I’m roughly the same weight as in high school, though I definitely look more soft, shall we say? 

21 Who was your prom date?  Ramon McCormick

22 Are you planning to go to your 10 year reunion? Ick!  No!

23 Did you have a job while in high school?  Always.  I worked at Hollywood Video my sophomore year, then at Disneyland junior and senior years. 

Whew!  Still with me?  You deserve a reward for your stamina and/or boredom, so go ahead and treat yourself to something really expensive.  Hey, you’ve earned it.  And now I tag Dana and Preethi (your tag of choice, or both if you’re bored like me)!

Walking in an Autumn wonderland

maxine October 13th, 2008

We woke up to this on Sunday morning:

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Nearly 2 inches of lovely powdery snow!  There was frolicking and merriment.  Isaac LOVED his first experience with snow!  He couldn’t stop laughing!

Naturally, we couldn’t get any pictures of Isaac looking happy, despite his happy mood.  So, here’s Lila instead:

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Sadly, the snow was gone by the time we left for church that afternoon. It was fun while it lasted, though. Happy Autumn!

Ode to Thanksgiving: An essay

maxine October 11th, 2008

I like to think of Thanksgiving as the culinary Superbowl.  Of all the holidays, this is the only one that is entirely based on food.  The sole purpose of the holiday is to consume (glut ourselves, really) massive quantities of delicious once-a-year food.  It is therefore the cook’s responsibility to make this annual feast so tasty that it will last in our memories until the following year’s celebration, to transform the humble and otherwise bland meat of turkey into a centerpiece worthy of gustatory adulation.

Allow me to inform those who have never cooked a full Thanksgiving menu that this is no small task.  I remember the first time I made the T-day meal was while I was home from college for the holiday.  My mom called me from Vegas to inform me that they would be running a little late and that I should just get the dinner started for her.  My pulse quickened, my palms sweating - what was she thinking, asking her daughter of extremely limited culinary ability to take on the Holy Grail of meals all by herself? - I accepted her challenge.

The raw turkey was foreign to me.  Plucking a few stray feathers from the carcass, I set to work seasoning the bird and making sure everything was in its proper place.  I finally understood why my mother always got so snappy on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and all other holidays for which she was expected to prepare a major feast.  As my oldest brother William tried to offer his assistance, I deftly swatted his prying hands away and insisted that I could do it all myself.  I did do it all myself.  Our mediocre Thanksgiving dinner - dry turkey, firm sweet potatoes, and lumpy gravy - was glorious in my estimation.  Not for its taste, but for the world of culinary possibility that opened before my eyes that night.  Though I didn’t recognize it at the time, this was the beginning of my love affair with food and cooking it.

Today, I find myself more than a little obsessed with food.  I love the excitement of tasting foreign foods, the comfort of eating that which is familiar, the triumph of a well executed meal.  Above all, I love the sport of cooking.  That’s right, cooking is nothing short of a sport to me.  The weeks (sometime months) of careful menu planning, the multiple lists of ingredients - always checked over multiple times to ensure nothing has been missed, the complex cooking schedule, the revising of the menu when conflicts in the cooking schedule are discovered, the grocery shopping and picking out the perfect produce, and the actual preparation of the food.  Game day.  Can you feel the high yet?  Perhaps I need to be a little more specific.

It’s Thanksgiving Day.  Dinner is at 6:00.  The menu has been painstakingly planned out for weeks now, each dish complementing the next.  You have been pacing yourself for days, cooking whatever you can in advance and saving only what is necessary for the big day.  Your day starts off easily enough: some light chopping and prep work, setting the table, and tidying up a bit.  Five o’clock rolls around and you pick up your pace a bit.  Various pots and pans cover the stove top; the oven holds the prized turkey.  Suddenly, it’s 5:45 and chaos ensues.  You have two hands with which to stir, skim, remove, replace, wash, dry, mix, clean, garnish and serve.  You have four burners for five pots, three items that need to be baked, and there’s no ice for the drinks.  Meanwhile, you’re thanking your lucky stars that you had enough foresight to put on your makeup before you got going with the cooking, because you most certainly don’t have the time for it now.  I will never do this again, you mentally swear to yourself.  Guests begin to arrive, and you quickly put on your breezy I’m-not-in-the-least-bit-stressed smile and greet them with as much grace and warmth as you can spare while still tending to the food.  The adrenaline pulsing through your body somehow allows you to have 10 different dishes finished and on the table - all hot - right around 6:04.  As you and the guests settle into your seats and take those first euphoric bites, you remember why you went through all that trouble in the first place.

Let the games begin!

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Miscellaneous Grab-bag, part deux!

maxine October 7th, 2008

This is shaping up to be quite the fun week in the life of the Parrishes!

We were recently very inspired by our Omnivore 100 post to start trying new things.  Lucky for us, Harmon’s is a lovely grocery store with an even lovelier delicatessen and cheese section.  We have since knocked out two more items on that list: Eppoisse (cheese) and head cheese (not cheese).

The cheese was quite delightful, contrary to its near vomit-inducing odor.  I believe there’s some archaic law out there that makes it illegal to travel in an elevator with one of these cheeses - the smell is that bad!  Think of rotted sweaty gym socks left to ferment for over a year in a dark and damp environment.  Ew.  The good news is that the taste was merely salty and delicious, with none of the flavor that the odor would have suggested.  We were delighted with this surprise, and Collin now professes this to be one of his favorite cheeses.

The head cheese (meat from the head of animals set in aspic jelly) tasted like jello salad at its worst.  While the flavor itself wasn’t half bad, we both just couldn’t get over the fact that we were eating chunks of meat (in this instance, the head meat of choice was tongue) floating in salty jello.  Not for us.  Hey, at least we tried it.

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Sometimes you just don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Or laugh.

Oh, and remember the kisses from Isaac we couldn’t get on film?  Got ‘em!

The camerawork is a bit shaky, so here’s a still image:

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And there you have it: Part 2 of a fun-filled week of wackiness!

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