Phooey on You!

That’s something my BFF’s Nanny used to say.  And I’ve adopted it because, well, it’s fabulous.

Alright, so…I have to admit to being slightly [read: VERY] disappointed no one even bothered to enter my silly little competition and I may have been [read: WAS] pouting a bit [read: A LOT].  Perhaps it’s because you don’t have a penchant for silly little things.  Perhaps you hate me and are just here stalking me.  Perhaps you, like friends I asked why they didn’t enter, thought it didn’t apply to you.

IT APPLIED TO YOU. I don’t care if you’re my BFF, my MC, my MOM, my DAD or my XZYJKLMNOP–enter!  I am now forced to go on a day trip and buy something silly for myself.  The TRAVESTY!

Alright, brattiness aside, I’ve also spent several days celebrating my birthday.  I had a wonderful weekend; got some amazing gifts and ate some amazing food–which will be featured here, such as introducing the very lovely Lucille, a Kitchen Aid mixer given very generously by the incredible and magnanimous April (yes, of Pics by April!), aka The Nice Wanderlust Twin (I being the evil one of course!).

But I was also asked to make a few resolutions.  One of them is to spend some time focusing on this blog.  So I’d like to hear from you.  ASIDE from more posts, what would you like to see?  Anything…from style to formatting to suggestions about what to write or perhaps suggestions about background or font or wanting to see more reposting other blogs.  Just throw it out there!

And, hey, if you want to send me to study & write about the cabana boys in Aruba–I’m your girl!  :- )

Just One More Day…

Day Trips contest ends tomorrow!  So this is your last chance to enter!  Do it today!  You’ve had a whooooooole week to contemplate about it.  I know the people faithfully reading this–you all have strong opinions, so spill it!

One day road trips…GO!

FYI: In Case You've Never Driven in a Correctional Facility Area...

FYI: In Case You’ve Never Driven in a Correctional Facility Area…


Plumberry sponge cake with a Plummy accent

Looking for something to do with those last–of-the-season juicy berries and delicious plums calling out to you from the farmers market stalls? This post is the perfect “imperfect confection for a now wet and windy afternoon, rather than prissy act of perfection.” And, of course, the photos are mouth-wateringly delicious! It was simply too fabulous not to share…enjoy!

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Plumberry sponge

A visiting virtuosi Grandchild is gifting us all with a rendition of Vivaldi’s Autumn, rasping and scraping with all the tenacity and musicality of a chain saw.  Bob and I avowed to return post Adagio Molto. The glissando (sliding between 2 notes) and polytonality combination of two or more notes being played at the same time – the child is already a master of the musicale known as:-  all the right notes but in the wrong order, so Bob and I hop’d it.

Bob About is my, ever-so-slightly, tamer-than-tame Robin, he prefers his tiffin from a particular terracotta tile which stands on a slice of a tree that fell foul to Honey fungus, whence he was born. His home sweet home but in another guise. He has many God parents, Walter Pigeon, Christopher and Jenny (Wren) and the Woodpecker family Cider and Rosie yet none dare to attend…

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Day Trips!

Now that Autumn is in full swing and the temperatures are starting to slowly creep down, there is a briskness in the air and a bit more pep in everyone’s step.

Apples & pumpkin flavored everything is everywhere and the leaves on the trees are starting to change.  It is a colorful reminder that I now live somewhere that has an official Autumn season, and, in my humble opinion, it’s the best and most beautiful time of the year!

a gorgeous walk through the park with the pupcicle!

a gorgeous walk through the park with the pupcicle!

Sadly, I have not even been to the most beautiful parts of the Northeast where Autumn reigns supreme.  Since I have a bit more free time on my hands these days, this is something I hope to remedy with day trips out and about.

Because I’m a Texan, to me it’s nothing to travel 3 or 4 hours each way for a day trip destination.  Of course, up here, that easily translates into crossing several state lines.

So…my question to you is:  how far are you willing to travel for a day trip and what do you like to do or see?  Like museums, beaches, parks, historical sights, etc.  And let’s just make it interesting by turning it into a competition.  If you respond with your opinions, you will be entered into a drawing for a cool prize from my first day trip.  Now, don’t spend 73 hours typing a 4 page missive.  It will be something small and easily mailable–like a magnet or something cool I find while roaming the streets of…

How to enter?  Comment on this post with how far you’re willing to travel (one way) and what sightseeing you like to do.

Winner will be selected randomly.  You have one week (that’s Wednesday October 23rd for clarification purposes!)

Ready.  Set. TRAVEL!

Technologically Unadvanced…

Nothing like realizing the posts you thought were automatically scheduled weren’t actually posting.  DOH!  I’m happy to report it’s an easy fix.  Which, of course, leaves me feeling a bit like slapping myself in the forehead with my laptop.  eh, well….live & learn and hopefully don’t do that again.

At times like this, I do have to remind myself that I’ve lived in a time of rotary phones and I was in college when I got my first email account.  COLLEGE (hello, remember Lycos?!?!?!).  Things have rapidly progressed from the days of typing on a black screen in green font DOS to cellphones that run your life.  And yes, I’m the first to admit that my cell phone–Alfred–does run my life (along with the darling pupcicle).  I was reminded of this last weekend when Alfred died in a very epic fashion that was equivalent to throwing him in the Hudson.    The other thing I was reminded about is also how many social media channels there are in the world (and how many password combinations I conveniently forgotten because they were saved on Alfred!).  Personally, I ascribe to the Big 4 (at least in my opinion–I’m sure the teenagers in my life would vehemently disagree with me…and then tell all their friends about it on SnapChat or whatever it is):  Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.

Since I have them for my personal life as well as my EpicuriousTexan life, I feel it’s more than enough.  But if you’re interested in branching out social media-ly, I find this little chart sums it up nicely (although at this point is probably 7 other sites now exist and are THE it thing to have).

Clear as…coffee sludge?

Alright…carry on about your day–just don’t forget to tweet about it!!

Chicken Soup for the Soul…and The Sick

I have been under the weather now for a few days–nothing major, mind you, but everyone here reminds me that “well, something is going around.”  ‘Tis the season, I suppose.  Personally, I’m THE WORST sick person on the planet.  Not whiney or mopey so much as well, bitchy and very picky.  So most everyone I know avoids me like the plague when I’m sick [ha ha–pun intended].  What I love to make when I’m feeling sick is chicken noodle soup (because nothing says your sick like sweating over a hot stove in your jammies with a box of kleenex next to your cookbook!).

Oh sure, we all had the canned stuff as a kid.  Some of us (by us, I mean ya’ll) still eat it out of a can.  I’m not judging.  All I’m saying is give my recipe below a try.  It’s pretty simple and who knows maybe standing over a steaming pot will help you sweat it out.  Regardless, the soup is full of vitamins and minerals and before you ix-ney on the garlic or cilantro, know that they both have antiseptic properties and may be the most important ingredients of all.  Originally, I created it for a friend who was really sick and craving chicken noodle soup.  I thought the fresh veggies and cilantro would be a lot healthier and nutrient-providing than the canned stuff.  Turns out, it tastes a lot fresher and more wholesome (I know, I know….duh!).

Of course if you’re a vegetarian, leave out the chicken.  If you’re not eating gluten you can leave out the noodles or find gluten-free noodles, this time in solidarity for a friend going gluten-free, I grabbed rice noodles to use.  Play around with it.  Add more veggies if you’d like–the more, the merrier, and more antioxidant-ier.

Sherry’s Chicken Noodle Soup

HA HA HA...My Kinda Soup!  For the Real Recipe, Keep Reading!

HA HA HA…Kidding…Just Kidding…ish

  • 3 Tbsp Olive Oil
  • 1 onion, diced
  • 4 cloves of garlic, diced
  • 4 medium carrots, chunked
  • 4 stalks of celery, chunked
  • 2 chicken breasts cubed
  • 1-2 cups of egg noodles
  • 1 bunch of cilantro
  • 10-12 cups of water
  • salt & pepper to taste

In a large stock pan, heat olive oil and sauté onions and garlic until translucent.  Add chicken and continue sautéing for about 5 minutes.  Add celery and carrots and sauté for 5 more minutes.  Season with salt and pepper (freshly ground of both makes the most amazing difference!) and add water.  I suggested 10-12 cups because it depends on how much broth you want.  Obviously if you want to make a lot of soup and want it brothy–add more water.  If not, add less.  Bring to a boil.  Boil for about 10 minutes and then add the noodles.  Like the water, use more or less depending on your noodle ratio preference.  I love noodles so I tend to add way too many, but it’s your soup–do what you want!  Continue boiling for about 6-7 minutes, until noodles are al dente, as you don’t want them to get too soggy.  Turn off the heat and add the cilantro.  Let the soup rest about 5 minutes and viola!  Done. I told you it was simple. Now, serve it in a bowl or cup and get back in bed!

But before you go, there’s one last thing:  they [not sure who they are, but…] say laughter is the best medicine, so I leave you with this.  If you decide to forego my recipe and opt for the canned, please make sure you read the instructions carefully!

Follow Carefully!

Follow Carefully!

Btw, before you think you’ve done lost your mind or taken too many Cold & Flu tablets, I got that from Pinterest. :- P

Fishy Friday

When I was younger, I used to tell everyone that I hated seafood, except for shrimp, lobster, crab, oysters and mussels.  One day, Momma asked “So, you like seafood, you just don’t like fish.”  Oh. Right.  Yeah.  I don’t like fish.  Actually, no.  I hate fish.

Don’t write in and tell me how unhealthy that is for me.  I’ve actually branched out (in large part) to sushi and eat it a couple of times a week, but I digress…

My family loved to have fish fries.  And by that I don’t mean fries made of fish (a la fish sticks, which, I will eat only with an insane amount of ketchup, you know, so that I don’t taste the fish.  STOP JUDGING.  oh, what the hell–judge away!).  What I mean is a fish fry.  But plural, because we had them a lot.  What was served at our fish fry?  Catfish (usually caught by my mother, who LOOOOOOOOVES to fish), fries, coleslaw, and hushpuppies.  What would I eat?  Hush puppies and coleslaw (I wasn’t a big fan of fries either.  I was a weird child).  Once we only had fish and fries and I ate NOTHING.  It was traumatic.

Needless to say (but I’m going to anyway), as I got older I started appreciating fish more and after living in Australia for 3 years, I developed a fondness for fish & chips!

After what was (at the very least) a monthly protest of “eating” fried fish, you can imagine my mother’s shock when on a trip home, I requested it.  There’s a place in town called Catfish Haven.  And it’s pretty darn tasty.  Aside from the fish, they also have fried okra, which is something you CANNOT get here in NYC.  I never look at the menu, except to keep me occupied while waiting for the waitress.  I always, always get the 3-piece, extra crispy, with a baked potato and all the toppings.  Yes, I said extra crispy.  I need to feel that crunch when I bite into it.

Extra Crispy, Extra Delicious!

Extra Crispy, Extra Delicious!

Honestly, the best part of the lunch is going with The Girls:  Momma and her two best friends (and cousins) Jeanie Bel and Carole.  In addition to good food, there’s a lot of laughter, which provides something every great fish fry has to have: a sense of family and of home.

The Girls: Jeanie, Momma, and Carole

The Girls: Jeanie, Momma, and Carole