Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy Independence Day!






Bring us your broken dreams,
We'll give them time to mend,
There's still a lot of love,
Living in the promised land.

Since we reached 100 degree temperatures in May in Oklahoma and held them tightly through June, by July we've been baked through, so our skin begins to feel at ease in the heat, and 90 feels like a cool day. As a wedding gift, Dawn gave us tickets to Willie Nelson's Country Throwdown in Eufaula. With our tempered skin, we went out into the sun and joined Dawn for a day of cold beer and a lot of great singer-songwriters. We came for Willie Nelson, a show that DJ has been trying to see for 10 years, but found that we really enjoyed the other artists even more. I'd seen Jack Ingram a few times, but Craig Campbell, Brantley Gilbert, Lee Brice, Jamey Johnson, Randy Houser, Dani Flowers, Caitlyn Smith, and most surprisingly, Lukas Nelson, were all great. Lukas Nelson has a great voice that is very similar to his father's, and when he joined Lee Brice for "Red House," we gained an even greater appreciation for his talent. As is true of all music festivals, the carnival of humanity provided another source of entertainment. Ghandi was there, shockingly drunk, cut-offs are now just jean panties, and, weirdly, we only saw one fight. We danced to "Always on my Mind" and had a wonderful time. We did have one major casualty, DJ's Kindle. Its loss is felt keenly.
We decided that the the rest of Independence Day weekend should be spent inside, with the puppies, kitten and Band of Brothers. We've watched all ten over the past two days, plus the documentary. I had never seen it and it had been 10 years since DJ had. It's beautiful and terrible. The Pacific was more gruesome, especially the Okinawa chapter, and while its portrayal of the realities of war were very well done, we did not feel as completely the connection to the human lives and bonds that Band of Brothers conveys. I am reminded of what a terrible cost is exacted upon millions of individuals by the unchecked lust of a few for power and domination. So, on this Independence Day, remember that we all have the duty to question and check. There's nothing more American than that.

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Friday, June 17, 2011

Cleaning, Schnitzel and Pizza





From our happy home Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring.

Mums and Dad are visiting this weekend, so the bill has come due on all the cleaning that was successfully put off by a wedding, honeymoon, and a sliced thumb. Sigh. It is a boring tale to tell, suffice it to say that it took two of us two days to mostly clean the house. On the upside, DJ utilized his new knife to make his Best Ever Schnitzel (no cuts!) Thursday night and I made a nice homemade pizza Friday. Interestingly, while I prefer to clean to Nine Inch Nails, DJ prefers The Magic Flute. We found a nice compromise with Johnny Cash. A few loads of laundry remain, but the house is nearly clean enough to paint! In case you need a perfect Dill Sauce Recipe, here is the one that DJ perfected on Thursday: Bring 3/4 Cup Chicken Broth to a boil, in a separate bowl, mix 1/2 Cup Creme Fraiche, Tablespoon Dill, Tablespoon Flour, once mixed, add a squirt of Lemon Juice, then lower the heat on the chicken broth and stir in the bowl of mixed ingredients, continue to stir until it thickens a bit (sauce thickness, not gravy). Easy and delicious, truly his best yet! Wedding photos still aren't in, but I promise to post and give a run-down of The Day when they are!

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Monday, June 13, 2011

A Perfect Weekend




"Caught in the melody, You wait in the car.
You were born with ten fingers and you're gonna use them all."


It doesn't seem like much. It's not Edinburgh or Florence. We didn't catch a Broadway Show or Bonnaroo. We just had a couple of days with no work and little pain (thumb's on the heal). We slept in and read silly books, then caught the new Dr. Who (seriously, a classic). DJ fixed the loose shingles and I spotted. On Sunday, I baked chocolate sticky pudding and my patented best-ever-chocolate chip cookies and went to Mom and Pop's for a swim and a cookout with Angie, Chyne, Logan, Joyce and Bruni. We stayed way past the witching hour learning important family lore and we came home and danced to Vampire Weekend and Merle Haggard. Life should always be so sweet.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Sharp is the Blade that Cuts without Pain





"Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit—Life!"


While cleaning up a bit, I started polishing DJ's new chef's knife. As it turns out, it is very, very sharp, so my thumb has a new crescent shape rather than the nice round tip it once had. Thanks to DJ, Mary and Shelly, it is well-cleaned and bandaged and it now wears a helmet. I feel a little ridiculous, but as it turns out knives can actually hurt you! DJ suggested that maybe it wasn't sharp enough, since it didn't cut through the bone, but I assure you, dear readers, that had the knife been angled a different way, I would be thumbless, and the opposable thumb is what makes us human! This has put a bit of a cramp in my plans for writing, cleaning, organizing, repairing and painting! Typing hurts, frankly. Anyway, I thought I would post a few pictures of our adorable pets, Frumious Bandersnatch, Lily Belle, and Chopper.

Next up: Reflections on the Wedding with new photos!

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?






"So sweet the place," we said, "Its tacit tales so dear, Our thoughts, when breath has sped, Will meet and mingle here!"...


DJ had a birthday yesterday, and it passed quietly with little fanfare. Our parents showered him with gifts, and I bought him knives and Heath bars and bourbon. Last year we had a party, but the house is in disorder (due, in part, to jet lag) and he had to work most of the day, so this year our celebration was private.

While he was working, however, Mom and I went shopping for presents, tile and dates. Following a hint from the owner of Gourmet Gadgetrie (a local shop that is far too addictive), I found fresh dates at Sam's - hooray! The ingredient list for Sticky Toffee Pudding was at last complete (Priscilla is kindly sending some from Abu Dhabi, and I thought his birthday treat would have to be late).

We had steaks for grilling, but I thought I should start the rather labor-intensive pudding first. I had researched (using the internet) and decided the best possible recipe would be Kate Middleton's favorite. So I pitted and chopped the dates, poured boiling water over them so they could expand, and set about making the batter. The butter and brown sugar were easy to mix in the KitchenAid, and the eggs were no trouble either. The addition of the black treacle was a bit tricky, however. Not shockingly, it's super sticky - so getting it into the mixing bowl, not just around the sides was tough. (I special ordered the Lyle's Black Treacle and Golden Syrup, as well as the Devon Double Cream, from Amazon.) The Lyle's Golden Syrup, the vanilla and the flour were no problem. Our KitchenAid (thanks Mom and Pop!) took the whole sticky mess in stride. The food processor was a little trickier to manage, but DJ solved the problem before I could even get the instructions open (whew!) and I quickly pureed the dates and water. I poured that into the KitchenAid bowl with the batter, along with some baking powder, and viola! Within a couple of minutes, perfect batter. I poured it into a buttered and floured clever little pan Sarah got us (the recipe says a 9x9 square, but it worked perfectly) and popped it in the oven.

I was about to start the sauce, but DJ distracted me for an hour or so (don't worry, I took the pudding out in time), so I didn't get back to it right away. Once I got back to the sauce, I realized one of the problems with the steak pie I made (DJ whipped one up last Friday that was delicious, but that is his tale to tell) is that I am not nearly patient enough with a thickening sauce. The butter and sugar took at least half an hour to caramelize and after the addition of the Devon Double Cream, the sauce still took 20 minutes to thicken properly. That's a lot of standing and stirring, folks! On the upside the new saucepan from Clayton and Pamela worked wonderfully - not a scorched spot - the new spatula from Katie and Michael was perfect and I think I finally have a feel for the temperature settings on the new stove from Sam and Shelly. (As an aside, I did finally make the $15 cake mix from Williams-Sonoma to accompany DJ's Steak & Ale Pie last Friday - the consensus, Laurie, is that it is probably worth it. The cake was moist and airy like a really good cake donut.)

I poured the sauce over an individual pudding for DJ and one for myself and pronounced it delicious! DJ had a second and we decided that meat was overrated if you could have pudding instead.

Next up: Chocolate Sticky Pudding, House Painting, Bison Stalking, and Job Hunting.

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Friday, June 3, 2011

A Rumination; On Life and Love






"Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air"



Musings on love are frikkin' twee and precious. I hate them. But oh, dear reader, that is exactly what follows. What can I say? She makes me better. Smarter, faster, stronger (nehnehnehneh). I haven't been to jail since I've been with her. That may seem like a low bar, but believe me, she's worked at it. She brings me focus, clarity, joy. I have a new family. A new mother; strong, warm, witty. A new father; resourceful, kind, profoundly interesting. A new brother; I enjoy his humor and his welcoming nature. Having been raised in a family of loving smart-asses, I feel that I'll fit in nicely. I've met an array of wonderful people, and have had some amazing fun. So, what do I bring to the party? Dunno, I do a good Sean Connery impersonation! Other than that, not sure. I have snark (in spades), I can hit a man-sized target at a quarter-mile with iron sights, I'm particularly good at escape and evasion. Probably not the ideal qualities in a son/brother-in-law. But, I love her. I want to make her happy. I want to return the joy that she brings me. Not sure that I deserve all this, but desperately happy about it. Anyway, I love her. She loves me. We are profoundly happy together. I think it'll work.

P.S. Sam and Shelly, if you're reading, thank you.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Things that came before....


DJ suggested that we should, at some point, write about the wedding. Since we have a few photos now, I thought we could give it a go. We wrote about how we met and the proposal on our site on the Knot, (Our Wedding), but we haven't written about the wonderful events that came before the wedding or the wedding itself.
As the Bride, I got to have the most fun with wedding events, to include shopping for a dress with Mama and Jill in November and a Mary Kay makeover brunch with Mama, Caitlin and Angie in February. We had a great time both times, including snarky side comments, and I walked away with a lovely gown, and from the MK brunch, we all walked away with happy skin and Caitlin with day-glo eyes ;).
A few weeks later, in March, Sharon, Jody, Laurel, Kendra, Stacy, Mary Helen, Betty, Karla, Norma and Ellen threw a shower for me at the Sexton's home in Pryor. I cannot overstate how fantastic this shower was. I sat on a "throne," surrounded by presents and dozens upon dozens of friends and loved ones, women who taught Sunday school classes and helped me along life's way and women who shared the pains and joys of growing up with me. Aleisha was kind enough to drive to Pryor and serve as my secretary, and Mom stayed with us while Mama ran off with Sydney (adorable little baby girl!). DJ and Daddy dropped Mama and a bunch of presents that had been left at Curves, and I think the rooms filled with women made DJ run like a rabbit! I'm still writing thank you notes, but they are nearing completion.
In late March, Caitlin and I spent a Saturday trying to turn some costume jewelry, including some of my Grandma Kester's, into a brooch bouquet. Caitlin did a wonderful job with the materials we had, but even after many hours, it was clear that our technique was not perfect (a month later, my Aunt Regina showed me how it was done, but it was too late!) We did have a great day, however, and DJ and I shared some of the home brewed Cider we'd created with Caitlin and Cliff. It should be noted that no cider we tried in Scotland could touch it! So, clearly, we CRUSH cider.
In April, Jill threw us a shower in her home in OKC. This shower was wonderful and very different from the Pryor shower. Afterwards, Mama said, "That was the nicest 'roast' I have ever been to!" I could not agree more. While the shower in Pryor was incredibly amazing and overwhelming with people, presents, and activity, the shower at Jill's felt like a gathering of friends that would be repeated again, although, sadly, not with so much focus on and presents for me ;).
Late in April, we had a Bachelorette Fest in conjunction with the Norman Music Festival. I tried to persuade DJ to come along, but I don't think he realized I would be gone for the whole weekend, so he demurred. We had a bit of slow start (I was responsible for the invites, and I was slammed at work and so I failed spectacularly). Nonetheless, Jill, Tracy, Aleisha and I started out at the West Side Louie's in Norman with great food, to include my all-time favorite appetizers, fried green beans and a couple of drinks. Aleisha peeled off for a bit to take pictures of Alec and his date to the Prom (he looked adorable, as always!) and rejoined us at the Music Fest. We had a great time wandering the streets and going from stage to stage. We met up with Dawn, and then Lance and Stacy joined us as well (bearing a light up cross for me to wear) and we spent some time at McNellie's then traversed Main Street down to the Red Bull tent, using our VIP passes to dance and drink and for two of our party, to mend fences (yay!!). Tired of the free flow of booze and marginally awful music, we moved our party to Libby's Cafe where Mike Hosty was playing far better music. We danced and drank a couple of beers and enjoyed the open air. It was a great night with some of my favorite people in the world.
The next week, I gave my final final exams at CU, turned in grades and drove to Pryor for the gauntlet of last minute wedding preparations. Mama and I worked very hard (she worked hardest) to finish the reception hall, purchases, bridesmaids' dresses, and general organization, roping Daddy into a bit of labor as well. Gigi, devastatingly, had to cancel her trip due to a terrible medical issue, Alec made the state finals in soccer and so he and Aleisha had to beg off, and Jocelyn and Jeremy spent the night in the Houston airport due to a cancelled flight just to make it there for me. If it weren't for my lovely aunts, Barbara, Regina and Arlene, wonderful cousins, Brenda, Laura and Marcia and fantastic friends, Sam and Shelly, the ceremony and reception would have not been so lovely.
On Friday, I got a little pampering with a manicure (that sadly did not even last until the rehearsal) and then the rest of the wedding party began arriving. My darling brother, James, and my Man of Honor, Brady, and Maid of Honor, Dawn, as well as my lovely bridesmaids, Jocelyn, Jill, and Shelly all arrived. DJ, Mom , Pop (his Best Man) and Nikki, as well as his handsome groomsmen, Sam, Travis and Jeff made it on time for the rehearsal at the Webster Park. As a note, Kathy and Bob Webster's generous gift of possibly the most beautiful wedding venue ever made our wedding so wonderfully special and unique. Julia awaited us, prepared with a clever and specially tailored wedding ceremony - it was the first wedding over which she had presided, and I cannot thank her enough for the time and effort she put into making it perfect. Travis noted a few obstacles to perfection and took it into his own hands to fix anything he could (he even made Jeff get places on time, a true miracle!). After deciding that one go-through was all we needed, we decamped to the Mid-America Grille for our rehearsal dinner (Daddy stayed behind to entertain the Huckaby troops that had descended with a smorgasbord of goodies). Marty did a wonderful job of ensuring everything was perfect, from deep red roses to champagne to a lovely memory board with our picture and invitation. The food was, as always, delicious and well presented and the wine flowed freely. Thanks to Mom and Pop for a lovely dinner and wonderful toasts! I have gotten so used to all the feting that I expect people to buy me things and drink to me wherever I go, luckily, they do! Afterwards, Sam threw an impromptu Bachelor party at Heath's Bar on Mill Street. The bridesmaids and I crashed it, of course. We danced and drank and Kari made sure we got everything we needed. Brady, short on day's worth of sleep, held up really well, with Jill's help ;). We met a psychic who told us we would have a long and happy marriage and three kids (two boys and a girl) and Dawn occasionally danced off with the psychic so we could canoodle.
Next up: The Wedding Day.

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