Gluten poisoning!

Yesterday morning I woke up and my insides didn’t feel right. All-day no matter what I was doing I was focusing on how bad my insides felt. I don’t know why it takes me so long to realize I am having a gluten reaction to something. Marty had a little something going on as well he told me this morning. 

Whenever I eat gluten or if my food has been cross-contaminated it takes between 12-24 hours for the reaction to start. When we have eaten out or at a friend’s house and start reacting I know I was slipped a gluten Mickey. 

Most people think a gluten reaction is like having a lactose reaction which I also have been lactose intolerant also. A lactose reaction is severe stomach cramping then a few trips to the bathroom. The whole thing is done in under 5 hours. 

Now if a gluten reaction was like that I’d be flying down the NY Thruway on my way to White Castle, real pizzerias, sub and bagel shops, Italian bakeries and to Chinatown for dim sum. Unfortunately, it’s not. 

A reaction for me is a 3-5 day ordeal depending on how much gluten I actually consumed. It starts with my insides feeling like I ate a handful of thumbtacks. I can feel the thumbtacks slowly making their way through my body. I feel like I need to run to the restroom constantly and do because you never know, but nothing happens. My insides start to throb and the only thing that helps me a tiny bit is a heating pad. I can’t sleep and the pain is constant. My belly gets so bloated and hard. Finally, when the gluten has run its slow and tortuous course, I am in the bathroom for hours. 

People who think gluten intolerance is a bunch of bullshit can go straight to hell. I wish they could go through a reaction just once. I wouldn’t wish gluten intolerance on my worst enemy….well maybe I would. 😉

This gluten reaction was a sneaky one because we haven’t eaten out. Marty and I started going over everything I ate or drank in the last 48 hours. It took us until this morning to figure out where it came from. 

When people think of gluten they think of bread, pasta, and other carb foods. News flash…Gluten masquerades around under lots of different names.

  • Vegetable protein/hydrolyzed vegetable protein: Can come from wheat, corn or soy
  • Modified starch/modified food starch: Can come from several sources, including wheat
  • Natural flavor/natural flavoring: Can come from barley
  • Artificial flavor/artificial flavoring: Can come from barley
  • Caramel color: Now considered a safe ingredient, but if you’re in doubt, check with the manufacturer
  • Modified food starch
  • Hydrolyzed plant protein Hydrolyzed vegetable protein (HVP)
  • Seasonings: May contain wheat fillers
  • Flavorings: May contain wheat fillers
  • Vegetable starch: May contain wheat fillers
  • Dextrin and maltodextrin: Both sometimes made from wheat

It took me a long time when I needed to go gluten-free and of course, I learned the hard way to realize these ingredients were actually gluten. In the beginning, I didn’t know that soy sauce in most cases has gluten in it! 

Marty is actually gluten intolerant as well. This came as a complete surprise to us. He was just being the person he is and was eating what I was. I still made the kid’s food with gluten because it was the last thing I needed to do to them and completely unnecessary. 

One day when Marty was out without me he ate something with gluten in it. He paid for it dearly. His reactions are more immediate and he is not as sensitive to cross-contamination as I am. When his mother was still alive she blamed me for his gluten reaction. When Marty starts with a reaction I know mine will start about 12 hours later. 

Like I mentioned earlier we finally solved the gluten mystery….it came from that fucking hippopotamus meat! That cheap ass shit I bought for my beef wellingtons! Ugh!!!! Talk about rubbing salt in the wound! I didn’t even eat one piece of the meat, but the juices were soaked up by the puff pastry which I did eat. I also ate the bacon because Frugal Fanny just couldn’t throw it away after I unwrapped the beef. I ate maybe 7 bacon bits on my bleu cheese salad. 

I bought Cattlemen’s Ranch bacon-wrapped beef filets. I am always so careful when I am shopping and check labels, but for whatever reason, I didn’t check the ingredients. I know better than this. I also didn’t see that it was a beef “chuck” filet or a heel of a shoe.

There were a lot of reviews of this product and none of them were good ones. Everyone said the same thing I did about its toughness and would not be tender no matter what you did to it. 

It took us a long time to even find the ingredient list for this product. We got the filets at Aldi. The reason why I love shopping at Aldi is that if something is gluten-free the label will say so, if it doesn’t it’s usually not. This cuts down on me having to read labels before I buy something saving me time. 

After digging around on the internet I found the ingredients on the website Fooducate. It had hydrolyzed vegetable protein from soy as an ingredient. Basically, it was the seasoning they used. I never thought they would season a piece of meat wrapped with bacon, but when you are trying to sell hippopotamus meat to people, it needs seasoning I guess.

So the moral of the story? Life is too short to be a cheapskate and buy shitty ass hippopotamus meat wrapped in bacon. Also, If you are gluten intolerant read the damn labels and don’t be a dummy like me. 

The thrill of the hunt.

I love my new candelabra! Not bad for a $5 find at Goodwill. I bought myself a $5.99 bottle of silver cleaner/polish from England, I figured they have a lot more old silverware than other places so I went with that one. Plus I am an advertiser and marketers’ dream customer because I buy things if I like the way they look. For example, I liked the stately navy blue bottle, it looked like it would work. The bottle of Tarn X looked meh.

I was actually amazed at how well the silver cleaner worked. I kept showing Marty, I know it must have been annoying. I kept repeating over and over, “Marty look how shiny it’s getting!”

Today my candles came from Amazon, I was giddy running out to the mailbox to get them. These are special candles, they are Roots candles. The four candles came in a nice box and cost $26.00 and some change. Now hear me out about these candles, they are worth every penny. They are unscented which is necessary for any dining room or kitchen. They are completely dripless and burn very slow. You can get 20-30 hours out of a single taper. This is the brand candles that churches and synagogues use. If it’s good enough for God’s house, then it’s good enough for our house.

These candles are hard to find in person. I actually found them at a local shop called Christmas Days. I was so bummed when I found out that they are closed for the season. There’s nothing like being able to see and touch things when I am shopping. I spent over an hour in there just before thanksgiving picking out my holiday candles for our dining room.

The Roots selection at the store Christmas days was huge! They came in so many sizes, shapes, styles, and colors. I finally decided on two nutty colored regular taper ones for Thanksgiving. I also picked two thicker 7” red ribbed ones and two thicker 9” white ribbed ones. We used them a lot and they barely burned down at all. Spending money on good candles isn’t a waste since we eat by candlelight at least 3-4 times a week. Why only have candlelight for nice dinners? We also use real cloth napkins every night. I do have paper ones for when we are eating some messy food. I’m not a glutton for punishment trying to get the napkins clean.

To me every time I go into Goodwill or a thrift store I feel like I am on a hunt. I have a “get the hell out of my way” attitude when I go in. When I spot something I can move faster than a bobcat. Once I find a treasure I never put it down for a second. The only people who are more ruthless than thrift store shoppers are bingo players. I know this first hand since I was dragged to at least one hundred smoke-filled bingo halls when I was little and watched how serious and nasty these people were. Bingo players are there to win, plain and simple. Thrift store shoppers are there to hunt. To find those diamonds in the rough, like my new candelabra.

When a lousy dinner becomes a life lesson…

Individual Beef Wellington with Fondant Potatoes and a Bleu Cheese and Bacon Salad.

Last week I cut into a picture-perfect eggplant and the inside was all brown and rotten. I savaged the dinner and ended up making lasagna that was the best one I ever made. 

Last night I was going to try making individual beef wellingtons. I wanted to feature it in my series of old-school favorite dishes. I got all the ingredients I needed, including gluten-free puff pastry, I wasn’t sure if it would even work.

The mistake that I made was being a cheapskate and buying low-end filet mignons or what I thought was a filet mignon. I didn’t want to spend a lot on the steak just in case the puff pastry failed. 

Beef Wellington is a filet mignon covered in mushroom duxelles, wrapped in parma ham or prosciutto then wrapped in puff pastry and baked until the pastry is golden brown and the filet is medium-rare.

The actual making of the beef wellington was much easier than I expected. I was also making fondant potatoes, another dish I wanted to feature in a different blog post, and a bleu cheese & bacon salad. Fondant potatoes intimated me until I made them for the first time, they are easier than mashed potatoes to make.

I put the individual beef wellingtons in the oven and watched them carefully taking their temperature making sure they weren’t raw in the middle. You can’t see or press on the meat to tell if it’s done.

When they came out I was so pleased with how great they looked. They looked perfect. I plated up our food, when I cut into it the meat didn’t look right. It was tough to cut. It wasn’t the color of any degree of doneness for a steak. I finally wrestled a piece into my mouth, gnawed on it, and spit it out. I said to Marty this must be hippopotamus meat. Yuck. Marty’s piece was the same way and he spit his out as well.

Needless to say, I was pissed. I spent all this time and effort and wound up with some shitty ass steak that ruined the dish. I wanted to scrape everything into the garbage but didn’t. We unwrapped the steaks and ate the puff pastry and the mushroom duxelles. The fondant potatoes were good, so was the salad. Now my featured dish would be scrapped and I’ll have to do it again. At least next time I will know that all the other components would work. 

I deleted all the demo and plated photos off my phone (Which I was able to recover for this blog post.) That was that. This morning I started to think about how that rotten eggplant and beef wellington were like life. Last night my dinner looked amazing, but the inside was bad. Isn’t that how get ourselves into trouble when we view people like that? They look great on the outside but are rotten inside. Or the opposite saying you can’t judge a book by its cover.

I kept thinking about this metaphor and how I thought the entire plate of food was ruined and wanted to trash it. The pastry, potatoes, mushrooms, and salad were still good. Sometimes we have to unwrap the good parts of ourselves to get rid of the rotten parts. We have to look at other strengths and things that are amazing and not think everything on our plate or life is shit. Unwrapping for me is like peeling away all from all the hurt and disappointment to salvage a new stronger me. A healed me. A true me.

Fondant potatoes…they look like scallops right? They are crispy on the outside and creamy in the middle.

Finally, I thought about how I wanted this dish to be a lesson for myself, to challenge myself and try something new. While it appeared to be picture perfect it wasn’t, but at least I knew what went wrong and how to correct it next time. In life when you skimp or cheat yourself of things you deserve like good meat, respect, or honesty you know it like I knew when I bought that disgusting hippopotamus meat. You know what you could have done to have a different outcome, but you didn’t do it and failed.

The whole thing taught me more than if the dish did come out perfect. It showed me that you can always salvage something even after you think you totally fucked up. If the beef was perfect would the potatoes have even been noticed or important? Not getting something that you think want or need may be a good thing sometimes, it will help you notice other things we didn’t think were important but are. 

I believe we are all here to learn some life lessons. We can’t move forward until we learn these lessons. If we continue to fail, we are presented with the same lesson over and over just with different people and circumstances. I know I keep failing at my current lesson of expecting things from people and end up disappointed and/or hurt. Two very wise and important people in my life always tell me to go into everything with zero expectations then I won’t be disappointed. I have to learn this lesson so I can move on. I also have to not be a cheapskate buy good quality meat!

Snowy nite

Peaceful and quiet snowy night.

Last night was gorgeous out. Yes, you heard me right. I absolutely hate winter, but it really was beautiful. I was cooped up all day inside and started getting cloudy-headed. The snow stopped and it was warm out. Warm is a relative term, but it was warm enough that I didn’t need a hat or gloves and my face didn’t feel like it was going to fall off.

We got another 4-5 inches of snow yesterday, it was perfect snowman or snowball snow. I played with Otto & Klausie-boy our dogs for a long time making snowballs and watching them having fun catching them in their mouths. After I brought them inside I stayed outside and just enjoyed how quiet and calm everything was. I felt so much better when I came back inside.

I am not the outdoorsy type. Are you shocked? My son Sam jokes and says, “Oh you like the outdoors Julz, as long as it includes drinking cocktails, eating, cooking, grilling, sunbathing, swimming in a pool, and reading.” He is 100% right. It took me until last summer for me to finally admit that and how much I hated to garden.

When the kids were small we had vegetable gardens. We planted all sorts of vegetable plants and it was fun. The we turned into a me when it came to weeding, harvesting, putting the gardens to bed in the fall, and trying to force them to eat the vegetables we friggin grew. When we bought our house a garden club member was the former owner and put in gorgeous perennial gardens. I have always had flower pots of all kinds of flowers on our front porch and petunias hanging.

Last summer I was working in our front yard transplanting perennials, laying down mulch, weeding, all the stuff I hate to do. It was hotter than hell and buggy AF. Marty came to check on me to see how I was doing. When I said, “fine,” he said, “Oh my God just admit it already! You hate to garden! You always have!” I started cracking up and agreed with him, I do hate to garden…big time.

I like the idea of doing outdoorsy things like hiking, tubing down the Battenkill River, and all the other things Vermont has to offer. I like the idea of doing them but without bugs or creepy-crawly things. I may act like a tough guy, but I just don’t like things flying around my head and my ears. I am that one person out of a group of people who will get bit by every mosquito.

I am counting the days until Spring like everyone else. I look forward to when the daffodils and the violas will start to pop up. I am excited to see all the things that I transplanted and if they survived. I know that I will have to weed, lay down more mulch, prune things, plant my herbs and flowers in my flower pots because that all comes with the upkeep of a home. I hate scrubbing toilets and bathtubs, but I have to do those things too, but at least I don’t have to shoo things away from my ears while I’m doing them.

Coming undone…

I never take these kinds of photos, but I was tying to get the dogs playing. I was about to delete it and realized it looked right for this post.

This blog and the journey that I am on are taking me to places I never thought I’d be. Learning to be true, honest and authentic is harder than it sounds. Much harder. 

I have so much that I need to share and talk about….good and super fun things. Foodie things and recipes. Interesting things, but also things that I feel bad and insecure about. Talking about being tortured emotionally, manipulated, and disappointed over and over again by people who you love isn’t an easy thing to do.

Not sharing who I am now, and why I am the way I am would be a lie; a lie I’ve been telling my whole life to protect the feelings of others. I’ve been terrified that if I talk about my true self, I will make people upset and mad. What if they never talk to me again or not have anything to do with me? I have tried to be my true self and it came back at me with a backlash that would make your head spin. One of those “people” I am talking about is my adopted mother, but there are others that I still have to dance around as well. 

Over time I know that I am going to write about things I am not comfortable with and it will be very hard for me. I’ve chosen to share my life with all of you instead of only having a cooking blog. If I was just writing a cooking blog I would be burned out in 6 months and would be done.

The one person on my journey who stands by my side, helps to push me along and often times lifts me is Marty. I’m so lucky to have someone like him in my corner, he loves me unconditionally and is very supportive, plus he accepts me for who I am. 

What’s for dinner? Cubano Sandwich Recipe…

Menu planning is not meal prep or mise en place; it’s asking yourself what do I want to eat or cook this week? Monday mornings are usually my menu planning day for the upcoming week. To me, the hardest part is cooking is thinking of what to make. I hate not knowing at 4:30 pm what I am going to make. Cooking can be stressful, and I think this one of the reasons why for most people.

Menu planning helps me get a handle on the week and takes some pressure off on long workdays. Menu planning means not only picking out what you are making but looking at your schedule and plan accordingly. 

Some nights I can come into my kitchen at 5 pm with my planned dinner in mind, put on some music, pour myself a glass of wine, and start cooking. By 6 pm dinner is ready and I enjoyed my time in the kitchen with a nice dinner as an end result. 

When our boys were younger, I didn’t have the luxury of a calm and zen-like cooking experience. I needed to know what I was making, can I prep anything ahead, and how long will it take. Did we have a school event after dinner, did one of us have a meeting after dinner, or was I tired as hell? All things to keep in mind when planning.

A big ol’ pot of sauce…I know some people say gravy.

How do you plan your meals around your schedule? It may take a bit of time to actually sit down, look at your calendar and do the meal planning, but the time spent will save a lot of time in the end. 

Plan on how many nights you will realistically cook. I’m not talking about making everything from scratch dinners, but how many nights are you not getting take-out or eating out. I know during this pandemic we are eating at home more, but when you can go back to eating out, I’m sure you will. Taking a look at the actual nights you will be cooking can help save on a tremendous amount of food and money wasted. 

First dinner with the sauce…

To start planning, don’t overwhelm yourself and make it harder than it needs to be; you will get discouraged, and everything will go to hell in a handbasket. I plan five dinners for a week. This way, you can be flexible if something comes up. 

Plan one meal that you know inside and out. Chose another meal that will leave you with planned leftovers. Consider one new recipe that you’ve wanted to try. Make one thing that is fast and easy and finally have on hand a couple of emergency meals because life throws you curve balls. 

A meal you know inside and out can be anything you and your family like. A dish like this is perfect on a regular weeknight. A familiar dish is like an old friend, one that you are happy to have around.

A super quick dinner with the sauce later in the week.

A meal that leaves you with planned leftovers could be a pot of sauce that you make on Saturday or Sunday. You can have spaghetti and meatballs at the start of the week, then have meatball or sausage and pepper subs on a night with limited time. You can go further and use just the sauce for pizza, chicken or eggplant parmigiana, or a pizza burger. Another example is a pork roast made on Sunday; then, later in the week, you can make Cubano sandwiches, pork fried rice, pulled pork, etc., on a busy night.

A fast and easy dinner can be burgers on the grill, reheating a rotisserie chicken from the store, hotdogs, soup, and sandwiches. These are great on nights that you have to run out again to a meeting, class, or function. 

Emergency dinners come in handy well on nights you didn’t plan on cooking. Cook up some dry pasta and have it just with butter & cheese or pesto from your freezer. Don’t forget about frozen pizza, frozen chicken tenders, or fish sticks. Meal planning doesn’t mean you have to suddenly change your diet to something really healthy or eliminate the things your family really likes. You just have to have it on hand to count on it in a pinch.

If you have seen a recipe on your Facebook newsfeed or on TikTok and want to try it, go for it on a night you have nothing else going on. Make sure to read the whole recipe before you start since it’s new and you have no surprises come up halfway through the cooking. 

After you decide what you will be making, it’s time to make a grocery list. Going to the supermarket with a grocery list will increase your shopping speed and cut down on impulse buying. When I make a list and scribble things down randomly, like ingredients for new recipes or items I don’t buy, I often go over the list a million times and still forget something. What I did, especially when my kids were young and especially if they were with me, was to divide my list into parts. 

I know you may be thinking, but how do I decide what to make in the first place? If I am stuck, I go online to spark an idea, and then other meals fall into place. There are lots of websites to help. When I am stuck, not motivated, or inspired I will search for something like comfort food recipes, boneless chicken recipes, pasta recipes, leftover pork recipes, new trending recipes. There are so many sites with stuff like…50 comfort foods you should be making, 35 not boring boneless chicken recipes and breakfast for dinner ideas, and tons more. 

If you are a fly by your pants’ seat kind of person, menu planning may drive you crazy. If you are super busy and don’t want to waste time planning, you will have to stop and decide what to make or what you need. If you made a mental note of how many times a week this happened you may be surprised. 

Hurray if you decide to start menu planning, please believe me that it gets easier. After a week of cooking, note what dinners were easy breezy, which ones your family liked or didn’t like and which ones were an ass ache. If you see a recipe on your newsfeed, save it to your notes so you will remember. If something sparks an idea, but you aren’t menu planning, save that to your notes as well.

Hey, listen guys I know that everyone doesn’t enjoy cooking, but everyone does have to eat. Isn’t it worth a shot trying to make your shopping or cooking go a little more enjoyable or at least more efficient? 

A quick version of Cubano…

Cubano Sandwiches

For the roast pork:

2 Tbsp olive oil
2 Tbsp orange juice
1 Tbsp lime juice
1 Tbsp brown sugar
2 tsp kosher salt
1/2 tsp freshly ground pepper
1/2 tsp smoked paprika
1/2 tsp ground cumin
2 cloves of garlic, smashed
1 lb pork tenderloin

For the Cuban sandwich:

Four 8-10 inch rolls, halved longways
1 stick of butter softened and divided
1 cup yellow mustard
1 pound sliced honey glazed ham or ham of your choice
4 large dill pickles, thinly sliced crosswise
Roast pork
8 oz Swiss cheese slices

Make the roast pork: Preheat the oven to 450° and line a sheet pan with foil. In a mini food processor, combine all of the pork ingredients, except for the tenderloin, and purée until smooth. Transfer to a medium bowl and add the tenderloin, tossing to coat. Cover in plastic and let marinate on the counter for 30 minutes.

Transfer the tenderloin to the prepared sheet pan and pour the marinade over top. Roast until the pork has reached an internal temperature of 140° on an instant-read thermometer inserted into the center, 20 to 25 minutes. Transfer to a cutting board and let rest for 5 minutes, then carve into ¼-inch slices on a bias.

Meanwhile, prepare the sandwiches: Rub the outer side of the top and bottom of each loaf with 1 tablespoon of the softened butter and arrange, butter-side down, on a cutting board. Spread 2 tablespoons of yellow mustard on the inside of each piece of bread. On the bottom half of each loaf, layer a quarter of the ham, followed by a quarter each of the pickle slices, roast pork and cheese. Season with a pinch of salt and close with the top half of the bread. Repeat with the remaining loaves and fixings.

Heat up a panini maker according to the directions. Then, working in batches, press the sandwiches until golden brown and the cheese has melted, 5 to 6 minutes. Transfer to a board and cut each one in half on a bias, then serve.

I hate pampering…

Great hair last night! Freshly cut and colored.

I hate pampering. There I said it for the world to hear. Since this is a blog about my living as well as cooking I decided to come clean with my opening statement. 

I know that millions of people love to be pampered. Most of my friends like pampering in one way or another. Please know I don’t mean to discredit, discount, or talk bad about spas and salons or the folks that love them. It’s just not for me.

I’ve had my hair cut, colored, highlighted, and permed. I’ve had my nails done. I had one pedicure, massage, and facial. I used to get my eyebrows and bikini line waxed, I even got a Brazilian wax done twice. All leaving me with a meh feeling. I do have to say the Brazilian wax left me with a, “Wow that hurt like hell!” feeling. Please don’t take it personally how I feel about pampering, you can just say, “Fuck you Julz, I like pampering and you are from a different planet.” Fair enough I am good with it.

On social media, I see how excited people are to have a mani-pedi day. A few years ago I actually scheduled one for myself. All I could think of was, “Get me the hell out of here!” I sat there thinking how much time I was wasting and that I was going to spend a bunch of dough being miserable. I hated the pedicure. I hated having my feet touched. I felt the same way about all the other pampering treatments I have had. 

I can actually cut hair pretty well, I understand the basics of it. I’ve cut other people’s hair along with my family’s and did a few friend’s hair and make-up for their proms back in high school. I can’t do complicated cuts like my boys have now, but I can do basic stuff. I’ve been cutting and coloring my own hair for years. I tried almost every color blonde, red, burgundy, black and red, highlights, and an unsuccessful purple but didn’t like any of them. I especially didn’t like my mousey medium brown that has a lot of natural red in it. My natural hair color gets so brassy I hate it. It turns orange in the summertime. My father once told me my hair looked like a doorknob. Thanks, dad!

I started coloring my hair darkest brown, not black when we started the business almost 4 years ago. We were taking some Vermont Spätzle photos for social media and I looked at myself. It was summer and my hair and tan skin were the same color. I had a one-dimensional look. I figured I had the chance to have a new look at our new business. We were literally meeting hundreds of people every week, this was my chance to shake it up. I really liked the way the darker hair made my face and features pop. For the first time when I looked in the mirror, I thought it looked like me. My son Noah and my siblings all have dark hair I have recently found out, maybe that’s why. 

Light brown hair with a brassy tone.

I have to “refresh” my color every 4 weeks. I use professional hair color and not drug store products anymore. There is a huge difference! I hate touching up or coloring my hair. I absolutely dread it and make up excuses, wear a hat, or use a product called Style Edit which blends the grown-out areas beautifully. That is until I suck it up and color it. 

A hairdresser once told me, if you don’t keep up with your hair color you will look like a whore! WTF? It was a high-end salon and he was highlighting my hair. If you don’t keep up with it, don’t tell anyone I am your stylist. Screw you pal, that was my one and only time going to him. Another one left the highlighting color on too long and my hair broke off at the roots. See why I don’t like going? Every single stylist tries to talk me into cutting my hair short. I listened to them a couple of times and regretted it. Worse was when they did what they wanted and cut more off than I wanted. If I wanted to cut my hair shorter I would have asked for it. Capeesh?

Yesterday, I decided it was hair coloring and pedicure day. I had to psych myself up all week to do it. I had my hair done by 8:30 am and my toes finished before noon. Was it a waste of time? No. While my hair color is processing I run around like a damn idiot getting projects or cleaning done. You can get a lot done in 35 minutes! The thought of being stuck in a chair for that long at a salon gives me the screaming meemies. 

For someone who thinks it’s a chore when it comes to self-maintenance, I never minded spending 3 hours getting ready for belly dance gigs. Maybe it’s because I am transforming myself into someone else? Maybe it’s because I love performing and dressing up? Most definitely! Every gig I had a different look whether it was different hair, makeup, or costuming. We had gigs almost every week so I got fast and efficient at it. I hope when the pandemic is over we can perform again, I’ve missed it. 

Yesterday morning I heard the birds chirping. What does that have to do with this post? To me when the birds start chirping again spring isn’t that far off. Instead of my usual dark toenail color, I went with light lavender…a sure sign of spring in my mind. A sign of hopefulness.

Why do I hate being pampered? Is it a deep-rooted thing? Maybe it’s that I hate relying on other people and can’t sit still long enough to enjoy it? The definition of pampered is being treated with extreme and excessive care. Am I nutty enough to not feel like I am worthy of it? Whatever the reason…it’s just not for me. 

Mema

Mema, great grandma and me on Mother’s Day.

I wrote about my one grandmother that I called Nana a couple weeks ago, but today I want to tell you about my Mema…my other grandmother.

In my post about Nana, I was the nurturer when I spent time with her since she lost her eyesight. Mema always took care of me. As much as I loved my Nana, I loved Mema with a different kind of love that I can’t explain. I loved it that she paid attention to me, made me snacks to eat, and played with me.

As I mentioned in my Nana story, I told you that I spent quite a lot of time with both my grandmothers. My grandfather Russ, Mema’s husband passed away very suddenly when I was 9. My other grandfather passed away when I was 4.

I remember my grandfather who I called Pa. I recall that he was one of the first real deaths that I understood. It was strange going to Mema’s house after Pa died. My dad took his father’s death very hard. They were extremely close and it was painful to watch. Mema moved to a smaller place after Pa died. I loved her upstairs and downstairs house and missed it after she moved. We used to drive by to look at it and it always looked the same.

Mema and Pa…Catherine and Russ on their honeymoon in Atlantic City.

We used to go to Mema and Pa’s house a lot for holidays and Sunday dinners. After his death, I would take a ride with my dad after work to go say hi to Mema and check to see how she was doing.My dad had tons of family members around, but he was also very close to his mother.

Saturday nights were the nights I slept over at Mema’s if I wasn’t at Nana. I was company for both of them and they babysat me…a double win for my parents I guess.

When I slept over at either of my grandmother’s houses I slept in the big bed with them. I slept on the right side at both of their places and that’s the side I’ve slept on since Marty and I got married. Side note…Marty wanted to switch sides on our 10th anniversary which I agree to for 5 years, then I told him it was ridiculous and I wanted my side back.

Mema used to go to the beauty parlor and get her hair done once a week like most women did. I loved sitting on her bed while at her dresser she would wrap her head with pink toilet paper and secure it with bobby pins when she slept. She said it helped her hair stay in all week. I guess it did because until she got a perm in the 1980s her hair always looked good to me.

I loved looking at all the pretty things on her dresser. She had a fancy mirror and brush set that was black lacquer with rhinestones. I loved her wedding ring box. I used to open and close it carefully. She always took her wedding ring off before bed because she put cream on her hands.

Mema would rub ponds cream on her face and she would do mine too. She also would brush out my long hair. My favorite part was that she would very lightly rub my back until I fell asleep. I guess she did this when I was much younger when she babysat me at our house. The next night after my story and glass of water, I wanted my mother to rub my back the way Mema did, she told me she didn’t have time for that nonsense and to go to sleep. I know she told Mema not to get me used to stuff like that. I heard her complain to my father about it while I laying in bed. I had to maybe 4 or 5 at the time, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

When we would go to Mema’s house on Sundays for dinner I sat on the floor watching tv. I was always sitting way too close, everyone would warn me. Meanwhile, Mema was in the kitchen cooking. I never cooked with Mema, did the dishes, or even cleared the table as I did at Nana’s house or at home. It was great! It was like having a day off to just relax.

Me, my parents, and Mema & Pa. Pa always had a smile on his face.

Mema was an average cook, she cooked comfort food and I liked everything she made except for her meatballs. I would ask my parents what Mema was making for Sunday dinner and when they told me spaghetti and meatballs I would cry. They had too much oregano in them and they were dry like the hamburgers that she made under the broiler. My parents told me I had to eat them, so I did.

As I got older my dad and I would stop at Mema’s by ourselves or with the other child they adopted, but usually, it was just the two of us. As soon as we would walk in she would ask if we were hungry. We really didn’t have to answer because before we knew it she was in the kitchen making us boiled ham and cheese on white bread “samiches” or my dad’s favorite bolognie and cheese samich. He called them rubber sandwiches.

Other times we would go and she would make the two of us tea and my dad coffee. We would dip Stella Dora Anisette Toast into our tea or sometimes Stella Dora Breakfast cookies. There was usually those wafer cookies that were chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. I liked the chocolate ones the best. I have Mema’s red apple cookie jar displayed proudly on the top shelf in my kitchen. Such a simple thing means so much to me!

Mema’s red apple cookie jar

Back to her tea, I am not really a tea drinker but when I do make a cup I made Mema tea which was light and sweet made with regular Lipton tea bags. She had these little teapot-shaped dishes to put your teabag on.

My most favorite thing of all was that Mema played cards with me at her dining room table after dinner. My parents sat in the living room watching tv while we played. We also played tic tac toe and checkers. We would play rummy, go fish or war. We played for a long time and now even as an adult I can say that I really think she liked playing with me and had fun. She and I would howl laughing at some of the things she would say about the cards she was dealt. She did it not out of obligation, and I never once had to ask her if she wanted to play with me. It was her idea and she did it because she wanted to. I could feel that even when I was little.

When I got old enough to drive I would pop in every once in a while to say hi, had a ham and cheese “samich” and a Stella Dora for the road. When I started dating Marty he would go with me. When we moved to Vermont after we got married, we would stop from time to time and visit with her when we came back to Jersey.

I used to go to NJ with Noah when he was little by ourselves. I was a stay-at-home mom and Marty worked a lot so I would go down and visit my parents and Mema. Noah remembers the two of them and playing a game with sponge balls tossing them back and forth to each other. Sam got to visit her as well, but I don’t think he remembers her.

I checked in on her more often after my dad passed away since I was in NJ at least every other week to be with my mother. Mema took my dad’s death hard. I never remembered seeing her cry at his funeral, but I had my head so far up my own ass with my own grief maybe I just didn’t notice. She was stoic and quiet, it was heartbreaking because that wasn’t who she was. She told me a year later that you never get over the death of your child. So sad. I had two children and couldn’t even think about it.

From the time I was very little until I was a grown woman with my own children, I will always remember how she kissed me goodbye. “Go give Mema a kiss goodbye” my parents would tell me. Like they had to tell me? I loved her goodbye kisses. She would take my face in her hands and kiss me on one cheek about 10 times going mmm mmm mmm mmm. When I saw her do this with my boys it made me so happy they got Mema kisses too.

When I think back all I can remember is that Mema was genuinely nice to me. I think we really enjoyed each other’s company. I was her first grandchild and she treated me like I was special. What she and I had was more than special. I am very lucky to have had her as a part of my life. Ok, I have to go wipe my eyes and blow my nose now.

Delivery Day

Today was delivery day for The Vermont Spätzle Company. We used to do all of our own deliveries, but now we have the amazing folks at Wilcox Ice Cream drop ship our frozen spätzle all over VT for us.

We do the deliveries to all of our New York wholesale customers. Some have some smaller deliveries weekly, but our other larger wholesale accounts get a lot of product at one time every 4-6 weeks. 

We like to deliver to as many of our NY accounts as we can at once since we are already there. It seems like once we receive that first large order, more NY orders start flooding. I always “feel it in my bones” that we will get at least one more doozy of an order in the next day or two. 

Within moments of my prediction, the order came in while I ran into the house for a second. Marty started asking me to check our delivery board for something and I immediately saw it…The Niskayuna Co-op needed a delivery. Ha, I knew it! Even the guy from the Niskayuna Co-op named Damien who orders the spätzle knows I’ve been right about my last three predictions. 

When I worked at school I had the same “feel it in my bones” predictions about when the health inspector would come. I taught everyone that whenever you left the kitchen for the day it should be ready for a health inspection first thing the next morning.

I would give everyone the heads up when I had that feeling and sure enough, when he would walk into the multipurpose room wearing his hat and heading towards the kitchen, we would all laugh. After the inspection, the kids would always ask me, “Mrs. Irion how did you know?” Just for the record we always scored in the mid to high 90’s on our inspection. We got a 99 once, he never gave out 100’s. That day he couldn’t find anything wrong so he took off 1 point for a stained ceiling tile in the bathroom down the hallway. 😂 You never argue with the health inspector, I thanked him and said see you in 6 months.

You knew the health inspector was there for an inspection when he had his hat on. A couple of times he was in the school for a different reason and he just stopped by without his hat on. The first thing he said was, “Don’t worry I’m just stopping in to say hello.” Whew! One time he actually bought a blueberry muffin and a coffee from me! This meant he thought I had a clean kitchen and trusted me with his stomach. LOL

So we’ve been working feverishly all week to fill all of our orders, flash freezing the product, boxing it all up, and loading it into our van this morning. We were glad to see that the snowy forecast was wrong and we only had about half an inch. The roads were just wet so we are home free. Jinx! 

As I stepped out of our back door I slide a foot down our driveway and caught myself from falling. I guess I screamed because Marty heard me in the house. All I could hear in my head was The NY Rangers hockey team’s announcer say, “What a save and a beaut!”

We loaded up all our orders and double and triple-checked our invoices and counts then headed to Saratoga. Our first stop was Healthy Living. We couldn’t pull in or get into the loading dock because a regular size UPS truck was blocking the entire thing. When we are in the business van we are on our best behavior. If we didn’t have the van, both of us would have told him what an asshole he was. 

This is the Hudson River completely frozen over and covered with snow. It looks like it could be a field instead of a river!
This is King Dairy…their milk is the first ingredient in our spatzle. We get our milk the morning they bottle it. Is that local and fresh or what?

This driver literally had a bunch of delivery vans lined up waiting for him to take his sweet ass time walking back to the truck. I almost blew a gasket keeping my mouth shut. When we could finally get near the delivery area we loaded up a u-boat with our frozen spätzle and wheeled it inside to be checked in. They take the temperature of the spätzle to make sure it is below freezing. Our spätzle was -19 degrees this morning. 🙂

After making delivery number one we were off to the Niskayuna Co-op with Damien’s order. He wasn’t there, damn it, I wanted to joke around about my prediction and being psychic. Next time I will because…there will be the next time. We loaded up a cart with their product had it checked in and headed on our way. 

The third stop was to the Honest Weight Co-op in Albany. This place is always jam-packed! There were delivery trucks and vans everywhere parking wherever they could in the crowded parking lot. We saw some of the same van drivers we saw at our first stop. Fridays are delivery days for farmers. Honest Weight is a weekly delivery for the most part. Marty usually delivers to them on Saturday mornings before the Troy Farmers Market. It’s nice that for the last two weeks we’ve been able to bring it on Friday. He can leave for the market almost 30 minutes later, which is a lot at 6 am. 

Honest Weight delivery entrance

Next, we hopped on the NY Thruway and headed to Athens, NY. We made a quick stop at our friend’s business The Crimson Valley Nursery in Coxsackie to drop off a bag spätzle for Danny & Jen. We even got a tour of their greenhouse. It was so warm in there. It reminded me of Frosty the snowman when he gets trapped in the greenhouse and melts. I cried so hard when I was little and still cry today. Weird enough, it has to do with that damn attachment disorder I have.  I’ve worked through a lot of it, which is so healing I can’t even tell you!

Our final delivery was to Field Goods, an online farmers market that services some parts of NY, NJ, and CT. At Field Goods, we can drive right into their warehouse and unload their delivery right onto a pallet and then drive it to the freezer with a manual forklift. I could tell Marty liked the forklift part, I liked that it was hot pink!

By this time we were both starving! I have been craving these smoked chicken wings with a peach, dijon chipotle sauce that we get at a place that we found back in November in Hudson. The place is called American Glory Bbq and now we’ve had two delicious lunches there. My dad always said don’t go back to a place too much you are bound to get a bad meal to ruin it. 🤣

We decided since it was still early we walked around the town of Hudson. The shops are all antique shops, boutiques, pastry shops, and restaurants. I am sure the place is jam-packed with NYC people in the summer. 

As we walked around we found some residential streets. The absolutely beautiful architecture was clearly from the 1600 & the 1700s. The homes were all so well take care of. The former carriage houses were now garages but still looked like a horse and buggy belonged in them. 

Walking around was truly like taking a step back in time. It was quiet, no cars or people around and we played tourists. We can’t wait to explore the side streets more the next time when it isn’t as cold and snowy. It’s fun to imagine who and what it was like walking down those streets almost 300 years ago as we did today. I’ll put money on it that no other full-time spatzle makers strolled down Allen or Warren Street.

We are almost home and I am writing in the car. I asked Marty if he was happy I was writing because it was so quiet. He said no, but I am never quiet, so I’m sure he liked the peaceful ride home from my usual blabbing. The ride went fast for me lost in this blog post.

Home sweet home. The van is empty except for a bunch of soft cooler bags.

So that’s a day in the life of The Vermont Spätzle Company. It’s nice to give people a glance into our business and they can see that we don’t just wave a magic wand and make it all happen. I’m not good with magic wands, but I am one hell of a good psychic! 🔮

Holding myself accountable…

Last night I wrote two blog posts. They were both in my head so I wanted to write them down. The Porchetta one was food-oriented and was fine. The other one about music and leftovers had no ending.

This morning Marty sounded like Jon my writing mentor. “Can I tell you something about your music and leftovers piece?” he asked. I said sure knowing I dropped the ball somewhere. “You started strong, but had no ending.”

That son of a bitch was right again! He beat Jon Katz to the punch!

I went back and finished up the piece tying the whole post together. If you read it already and thought it was lackluster it was. You could go back and read the end, or not.

No excuses, but now I have another rule for my writing… the next time I am dead to the world, I will proofread my stuff before I publish it. My first rule is to never write drunk. LOL!