Monthly Archives: June 2010

I ♥ Super 1 Foods

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I must confess…

I was tempted to take my shoes off to touch my bare feet to the floor responsible for bringing Flintstone to my small town…

I’m a loyal Super1 shopper from here on out.

He wont be here for my birthday… :( but I’m fully committed to tempt him until he gets on a plane- business trip or otherwise.Anticipation is better than crack. Not that I’m a crackhead.

So I walked through the store with a big shit-eating grin on my face… and before I knew it… the creepers came out. Lately I’ve started glaring at them- but nobody could touch my Flintstone high on my first walk through the store- so I was grinning at them like a fool.

I picked out all sorts of things I don’t usually eat- which is typical when I’m crushing and shopping at the same time.

Greek olives…brie…potato salad…chocolate, chocolate & more chocolate…dulce de leche Häagen-Dazs… and on. Crazy infatuated shopper.

Inspired to bake again though, thank heavens because I’m on duty tonight so that I can enjoy my birthday party on Friday. Invitations are done- and match my dress… too cute.

A few of my “friends” are not coming because they’re boycotting my favorite bar… What kind of shitty friend is that? Granted, I’m having it there because I want them to have to go and give it a chance without having a chip on their shoulders… but if they’re that petty? To hell with them.  :)

That just means more penis cake for the rest of us.

I’m still blowing out candles, dammit- wishing for Flintstone in a red tie… to match my cute little red dress…. so I throw another candle in the cart. There’s power in numbers, right?

I look in the cart and realize I’m not even paying attention to what I throw in- and I need to get out of there.Pushed the cart to the front of the line to pay. You know you live in a small town when you run out to any new business that opens, the first day….and see all your friends & family. I feel someone tap on my shoulder and think it must be another friend-

and it’s a really cute stranger.

So I’m deer in the headlights- of course. I must look terrified because he starts to apologize…

K- Ohh sorry- I just- Oh um.. HI my name is Kevin.

J- Oh- hi- Have we met?

K- No- sorry- oh- my mom said I should just come over and introduce myself- I told her she was insane and the look on your face confirms it.

Poor guy- he has no idea I’m relearning how to talk to men.I smiled at him and the relief on his face was obvious

J- Sorry, I was just a little out of it. Hi- my name is Jenni

K- So I’m in town for the summer and I don’t know anyone and well, you’re really nice.

J- Nice? Are ya sure?

K- Ok, cute.

J- Well thank you- I’m flattered.

K- Here’s my number. Call me if you want, I want you to.

I’m speechless and I have to pay the lady. I pay for my groceries and wave goodbye.

I don’t know what it is, but I’m attracting all sorts of bold men these days- thanks be to God.

Mr. Goodwill, Heath from the bar & now Kevin… proof that there are still confident men in the world.

They’re just not the one I want.

Thank you Super 1- for bringing my favorite bold man to town, and now the opportunity to really enjoy grocery shopping. Phone numbers at the check out line even- I’m impressed.

Flintstone, defined.

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I’ve gotten a dozen emails asking who this mysterious man is- and why I refer to him as Flintstone…

Here ya go- complete with lyrics.

I talked to him last night and he mentioned it too…

R- Why Flintstone?

J- Um…

R- Yes?

J- Remember?… I sang it to you at one point.

R- I wasn’t really paying attention to the music.

J- Listen to it- because then you’ll understand completely.

Because the man is tall and gorgeous and definitely doesn’t look like  Mr. Flintstone. He’s charming and funny- definitely not a cave man…

But trust me… the name fits like we do.

Perfectly.

:) :) :)

Every once in a while…

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You see something delightful on the whole internet dating scene… and he’s unusual enough I have to share.

This is what it says:

Lysander

About the Author:

Writes his own material
Good with hands; quick on his feet
Dances (not professionally)
Sings (karaoke, shower)
Knows the difference between i.e. & e.g.
Believes ‘brevity is… wit’
Has a six degrees separation from Kevin Bacon
Doesn’t wear a watch
Is more at home on the waves than on the beach
Has never watched professional wrestling
Speaks pig-latin like a native
Rolls his R’s while ordering Italian
Chews with mouth closed
Prefers tickling to bickering
Sharp as a knife but not cutting, strong but not hurtful, quiet but not shy
Believes kissing a woman’s hand ought never be thought antiquated
Loves books (from pop-up’s to Pushkin)
Has to close his eyes to spell big words
Has never successfully thrown a boomerang
Cooks with the steel resolve of an Iron Chef
Always waits 30 minutes before swimming
Knows silence is golden but too much weighs heavy
Prefers meter in all things.


I am quixotic, slightly mysterious, and dangerously charming.

Well well well. Helllo.

He sent me a message-

L- You have the same look I do…

J- Dangerously Charming? Be still my heart.

L- indeed….with a sly tip of my hat, L

J- Nice… I thought I was the only one.

L- ;) Three random questions fo you Miss Cake:

-Connecting one on one- or socializing in a big group?
-Going bungee jumping- or discovering something new about life?
-Tickle fights- or thumb wars?

I welcome the distraction- because I’m bored to tears doing the things I have to… or should be. Ugh. I miss my distraction.

Mmm… the real reason I plant an acre garden…

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I’m a food snob.

My Dad’s a chef and my mom is an amazing every-day-kind-of-food cook too. We grew up eating excellent food- with most of it grown by our mom. My dad taught us to love filet mignon and poached pears… and my mom taught us how to cook spaghetti…soup…rice… and so on. We’re all able to survive thanks to mom… and we’re all a bunch of food snobs thanks to Dad.

My mom planted a huge garden every year and I hated it. I wore rubber gloves to weed and occasionally I could see the frustration on her face… but she never said a word. I swore I’d never have a garden….and I held out for a long time… but now I have a freaking acre. LOL. I spend an unbelievable amount of time out there right now but it’s really starting to look beautiful… and the more I take care of it now means the less I’ll have to later. I’m overwhelmed as hell- but it all seems to be working again, and as always I’m amazed I decided to do this again. I never make my kids help in the garden- which is kicking my ass and finally- I understand why my mother was happy to see my thankless ass come stomping out in rubber gloves. Any help is welcome.

There was only one rule: No fighting in the garden. If you broke the rule, you had to leave. A loophole my sister Megan figured out and manipulated to her advantage early on. I was too much of a good girl, and I knew my mom would be doing it alone if I didn’t help. Oh but I hated every single second. Pure Purgatory.

But…

Nothing on earth makes me happier or more ridiculously satisfied than digging potatoes, picking tomatoes… picking peas… and on… I’m a domesticated princess- and I love to spoil the people I love with food. So I decided… what the hell… a garden would be nice… and the fence was already there… so it was easy to just expand… and…

Oh like it comes as a huge surprise, it’s classic “Bite-Off-More-Than-I-Can-Chew-Jenni”.

I have 23 varieties of heirloom tomatoes in my garden… 12 varieties of potatoes… 4 different peppers… and on… It’s classic food snob planting. I admit it. I had to laugh at myself this morning when I realized it.

My mom gushes over it, and I love to hear it because there’s nothing like the approval of the parent who taught you what you’re sort of faking like you know how to do…

But realistically- it’s because I love good food- and in these shark infested days of mine- I’m inspired to break out my A-game in the kitchen. Something I’m damn good at.

Thanks Mom & Dad :)

I’m making these for dinner… and they are oh my goodness fabulous.

Grilled Pancetta & Basil-Wrapped Shrimp

Ingredients

  • 24 fresh basil leaves
  • 12 thin slices pancetta, each cut in half lengthwise
  • 24 extra-large shrimp, peeled and deveined, or large sea scallops
  • 24 bamboo skewers, soaked in water for at least 30 minutes before grilling
  • Garlic Dipping Sauce:
  • 1/3 C. red wine vinegar
  • 2 Tbs. Dijon mustard
  • 1 large clove garlic, chopped
  • 1 C. olive oil

Directions

Place 1 basil leaf at the short end of a slice of pancetta and a shrimp on top of the basil. Roll the shrimp in the pancetta, then thread lengthwise onto a skewer. Repeat with the remaining basil, pancetta, and shrimp. Place the skewers on a baking sheet and refrigerate until ready to cook.

To make the sauce, combine the vinegar, mustard and garlic in a food processor or blender. With the machine running, add the olive oil in a slow, steady stream. Process until combined. 10-15 minutes before you are ready to grill, spoon about 1/3 of the sauce over the shrimp skewers to marinate. Transfer the rest of the dipping sauce to a small bowl. Prepare a medium-hot fire in a grill. Grill the shrimp, turning often, until opaque, about 6 minutes. Arrange the cooked skewers on a platter and serve with the dipping sauce.