Most Embarrassing Moment

We've all been in gatherings where this topic is used as an icebreaker. I always hate these kinds of questions because, while I know I've had my share of embarrassing moments, my mind goes blank and that becomes an embarrassing moment. The day before my vacation, however, I managed to pull off a classic embarrassment with my own unique twist.

In addition to frantically packing and running last-minute errands, I had to go to the sleep clinic, see the doctor for the results of my sleep study, get my prescription for a CPAP machine, then go get the machine at a nearby business. (No by choice. I had asked for a referral in February, since my mom and daughter refused to let me sleep in the same room unless my snoring stopped. Things were dropped and overlooked all spring, so this was critical to complete before vacation.) Today as I returned for a follow-up visit I was reminded of my gaffe.

After that doctor visit I shared the elevator ride to the parking garage with a 20-something pizza delivery guy. I joked with him a bit about hospital food and the need for his services there. (He had delivered to the staff, not patients.) He was polite, letting me exit first and holding the door for me. Upon arriving at the CPAP business, I stood at the busy counter for a good 5 to 10 minutes before they could see what I needed. After all the running, I was grateful to flop down and rest of the small couch beside a kind-looking elderly lady.

She leaned over and sweetly whispered in my ear... "I think you have some toilet paper sticking out in back."

Worse. I reached back and was mortified to feel the slick paper of a toilet seat cover. My mind raced back over all the encounters since leaving the bathroom about an hour earlier. Yes, the doctor and some of the office staff would have seen. That polite pizza delivery guy (amazing he could contained what must have been side-splitting laughter). All the people in that waiting room. Yeah. No escaping the facts. Maybe it was a good thing I was leaving the country...

Back in the USA

I've struggled with how to begin. Time to post seems short, but I find myself wanting to show every photo and include every story from our trip. Despite how wonderful it was for us, and not matter how intriguing I may be able to make things sound, no one will want to spend 3 solid weeks reading about my adventures and looking at my pictures. So, I have to start somewhere. I'll start with some thoughts Michelle and I had our first few days home.

Things I noticed since back from my recent trip to Italy, Austria and Germany.
-the cars are so big!
-the cars are so many colors
-the parking spaces are huge
-public restrooms with toilet seat covers; heck, toilets with seats!
-nothing is older than a few hundred years
-you can buy lunch/dinner at 4, 5 or even 6 pm
-there aren't dozens of motorcycles or scooters whizzing between cars, courting disaster
-can't find decent mozzarella fresca
-the cows don't have bells
-no church bells pealing for all to wake nor chiming the hours
-where are all the castles and walled cities?
-few shutters and window boxes
-I miss the European windows that open two ways
-there are more than 10 channels on my TV and most of them are in English
-no dogs lounging in the restaurants
-much less graffiti here
-overhead wires for electric buses and trains are almost non-existant
-buildings and signs are so plain and ordinary

Taylor Marks

I was in disbelief when I read the email last night that Taylor Marks had been killed in Iraq Thursday. I hadn't seen Taylor in a few years, but my daughter Michelle and I had just been wondering what he was up to a few days ago. We didn't know he was deployed to Iraq and now wish we had kept in contact with him and his family more frequently.
(Normally, I am over-zealous about not infringing on copyrighted material, but I wanted to post this photo of Taylor, so I hope the Oregon National Guard forgives me for using their picture.)

Taylor was a close friend of my daughter throughout their middle and high school years. His mother and I had been in the same single mom's group at church. I was the interpreter for a boy in Taylor's small group in middle school for nearly a year before I learned that my friend was the mom of Michelle's friend.

Taylor was silly and wacky, but always a good kid with a wonderful heart. He had a growing faith and was the best of friends to my daughter, who had a very difficult home life due to her sister's serious problems. Taylor was always there for her. I always felt they made a great couple and was surprised they never dated. Many people assumed they were a couple, but they were just close friends. I had missed him once he changed to another church.

This photo of Taylor is from middle school. Sadly, it is the only photo I seem to have of him. It has been rough for my daughter and I to deal with the grief, but we had a rare visit with my granddaughter planned for today, so that kept us busy. We want to go visit his mom on Monday and support her during this unbelievably difficult time. Please pray for Taylor's mom, step-dad, sister and father.

Going Green, even if it's blue

Sure, I care for the environment and, yes, I did belong to the Sierra Club and supported the World Wildlife Fund when I was in high school in the 70's. (Who didn't?) I loved hiking and backpacking and wanted to know that we would always have wilderness places to enjoy and wild animals to see. But I've never been an extremist or activist. I recycle, but occasionally throw out a can or jar in the trash instead (usually because I found it in the back of the fridge with something fuzzy growing in it).

Interestingly, I find myself more and more concerned with going Green and becoming more eco-friendly. I have bought a number of fabric reusable grocery bags. I even remember to take them in with me on occasion. I reuse the plastic grocery bags as trash can liners or lunch sacks. I even reuse plastic containers (yogurt cups to take out sauce cups) for mixing paints or other craft needs.

Maybe it is the increasing emphasis on going Green that I see on TV. I find myself watching the Green network (who knew it even existed?). QuiltingArts and Cloth Paper Scissors magazines, plus the whole lot of Stampington Press have more and more on using green materials, recycling and upcycling (a new vocabulary word for me). The online ideas sent by CraftStylish also often includes recycled or green projects.

Pictured at the top of the page is one of the better ideas I've seen. Make your own reusable produce bags! Inexpensive netting and a bit of yarn or ribbon make bags you can use over and over instead of adding plastic bags to the landfill. I made and used my first one last week. Quick to make; I plan to make a bunch more. The netting is less than $2 per yard and comes in a variety of colors. I decided I liked blue, this time, but may go with yellow or purple next time. It was also easy to find coordinating thread and ribbon, though you really could use whatever you have at hand.

What cool "green" ideas have you seen lately?

Tropical Snowballs

I enjoyed the movie Julie & Julia, remembering fondly watching Julia Child years ago and being inspired to try new recipes and have fun with my cooking and baking. I'm not good with keeping a regular routine, such as Julie Powell cooking through Julia's book in one year, blogging her experience daily. My days are just to unpredictable, no, I'm too unpredictable, to follow such a regimen on my own. I have a habit of not honoring commitments made to myself.

But I WANT to be consistent. I love to write and often "blog" in my head, even if I don't have the time or energy to get to the computer to type the words. At the same time, I love cooking and would love to host my own cooking show. I plan to actually enter The Next Food Network Star competition this year, though I can't imagine what unique culinary point of view I could offer. I love to invent recipes and want others to enjoy cooking, not dread or fear it.

I've decided (we'll see if I do follow through) that I need to do a vlog of cooking. Each time I invent a new recipe, I want to make a video showing the steps and just have some fun with it. I want to respect my deaf friends, but doubt I'll have time to caption my movies. I think I should make signed versions as well as voice versions.

I've also decided that what I lack in culinary expertise I could learn through a similar method that Julie Powell took. If I find some great cookbooks that include a wide array of culinary techniques, I can cook my way through them to learn the classic preparations and sauces the "big" chefs use. It should be fun along the way.

So, to the main point of my thoughts today. While shopping for a specific book (which was not to be found) my daughters and I happened upon the following book...

(only ours has blue gingham; 2007 edition)
Cool. Should be good inspiration as we face this year's state fair in a few weeks. I wondered if I or any of my notable competitors had recipes in the book. I checked and Oregon was one of the fairs included. Time was short, the store was closing, so I made the quick decision to buy the book (luckily not too expensive at Ross). At home, I leafed through the book. Great recipes. I can't wait to try them, especially the ones from the Maui Onion Festival.

For now, get your copy and turn to page 342. I'll wait. Oh, you don't have the book? Okay, here is a photo of the page for you. (click image to enlarge)

There I am. Nestled between Blueberry-Ginger Sorbet (Maine) and Pumpkin-Ginger Ice Cream. I vaguely remembered being asked permission to have one of my recipes included in this type of cookbook, but couldn't remember when and I had never heard anything else about it. It was so neat to find myself in print! Feel free to make some... they have no added sugar and came from a recipe I invented for my diabetic step-dad earlier that summer.

Hope to start vlogging this week as I begin practicing for this year's fair. Keep cookin'!

Lemons

We've all heard it for years. "When life gives you lemons..."

Point taken. Don't let "sour" circumstances dictate a sour life. Respond to the situation in a positive and creative way.

But I like lemons. Not only is fresh lemonade a great treat, but there is lemon pie (I like the two-crust pie made with slices of fresh lemon as opposed to the standard meringue-topped varitey), lemon bars (my mom makes the best ones) and slices of lemon stuffed into the clean belly of a trout or salmon. The citrus bite of the lemon adds freshness to all manor of dishes from appetizers to desserts, sweets to savory dishes. Such a versatile fruit. It is a shame it has been forced to bear the stigma of all that is negative in life.

When I think of lemons, I immediately think of my mom. She lives in a neighborhood that was a lemon grove in a previous lifetime. Thankfully, some of the trees were preserved and they bear bright yellow fruit throughout the year. We take daily walks and I love that I can "shop" for part of our menu without ever going to the store.

The photo above shows the most recent member of my garden: a Meyer lemon. I didn't know until recently that lemons could be grown here in Oregon, but once I learned that great news I immediately found a nearby nursery that stocked them. I will have to protect it when temps drop to 30 degrees or below, but I don't mind putting in that effort to be rewarded with stunning yellow fruits in their season.

So, life didn't give me lemons today. I actually sought them out and paid handsomely for them! With all the yumminess inherent in lemons, maybe we should work to change that old saying. How about, "When life gives you Brussels sprouts...?"

Hidden Problems

I don't spend much time in my detached garage during the winter. I drive the car in and out nearly every day, but seldom remain. Cold, damp, dark... nothing inviting there. I'd like to have the money to insulate and sheet rock the place so I can use it as studio space even during the cold months, but for now I avoid it.

A few months ago, I needed to get something from the garage (I can't remember what) and found a surprise. While I had avoided what I considered an inhospitable place, local field mice considered it a haven! Little black specks were everywhere! I also found one of the mainstays of their party - a good sized bag of grass seed had been chewed open for the enjoyment of all, empty hulls strewn about hinting at the pleasantries of my little invaders. Ah, my own fault for leaving such an attractive nuisance.

But then, they crossed the line. They messed with my art supplies! I had scored a box of small dried gourds at a sale and looked forward to the day I would carve and paint them. Peering into the box, however, I found the mice had decided to do some carving of their own. About half the gourds had rough little holes chewed in the sides. The seeds were eaten. The seed skins and the loose fibers inside the gourds had been shredded and fluffed into luxurious bedding. I wondered how many teeny weeny rodents started life in my gourds.

I had to throw out the ones that were ruined. I kept the whole ones because I'd be washing them with bleach before I worked on them anyway. If only I had known, I could have prevented the damage and loss in my garage.

As I looked at that picture again today, I couldn't help but think of my grandkids. If only I had seen, if only I had known... I could have prevented the damage and loss they have experienced. It happened in secret and hiding, but if I had only opened the door and turned on the light instead of popping in and out quickly. I know I'm not to blame. I don't feel guilty, just remorseful. I will have to always pay closer attention in the future.