My three loves…

Klausie, Otto and Nelly.

I just finished this drawing a few minutes ago. I’m only a beginner, but this captures our three loves perfectly.

Drawing the bicycle built for three took me the longest. I’m not a left brain-thinker I am a right-brain thinker.

I love the arts, history, and literature. I suck at math and science. I can’t find my way out of a paper bag.

Since I learned on my online art class how to find perspective points and correct angles I was able to figure it out. Which was huge for me!

Drawing our pups was easier. Klaus was the alfa of the pack and the biggest, I knew he needed to be in the front seat of the bicycle.

Otto was harder for me to draw and while none of them are close to “perfect” I had a lot of trouble with his eyes and nose.

Otto was a beabull. He had the body of a bulldog with a beagle head plopped on top.

I have a good amount of practice drawing little Nelly. She needed to have a princess hat and be holding onto Otto for dear life

While Nelly never met Otto, I knew this was how it would have been.

Back in October, I found a print on Etsy that reminded me of Klaus and Nelly. It was all wrong but captured them in a special way.

When Christmas morning came I almost didn’t give the print to Marty since Klaus died only two weeks before.

This print didn’t feel right anymore since Klaus was with Otto now. We put it aside and never hung it up.

A week ago, I looked at the print again and decided I would draw all three of them on a bicycle.

I showed it to Marty and he loved it. I love it too! It feels right; it feels bittersweet.

I am finding my way as a beginner and have found my style so it speak.

I sign and date every piece I draw so I can go back and see how I improve over time.

Thank goodness we have Nelly to love and spoil because I miss the other two goofballs so much. ♥️

“It’s Spring!”

I just stumbled upon this Norman Rockwell painting called, “First signs of spring.” In the background I can hear Mother Nature calling back, “ You sister’s ass it’s spring.”

I stayed home from dance again tonight because of the rainy ice pouring down, high winds, and some snow thrown in for good measure.

I ended up getting 2 heat maps for my seeds to stay warm and a grow light. Both were pretty inexpensive being under $25.

Grow lights have come a long way. They now have led lighting, automatic timers and 3 different spectrum colors.

Since some of the seeds have sprouted and the rest need light to germinate, I took out my new grow light and am pretty impressed especially for one under 25 bucks.

I’m doing my best to plant flowers that I grew not transplanted. Right now, it’s a 50/50 crap shoot. In the meantime, I’ll have my fingers and toes crossed.

Fuzzy Bunny goes home…

I wrote about my oldest son, Noah, and his Fuzzy Bunny a few weeks ago when he asked if I still had him.

Fuzzy Bunny was Noah’s favorite stuffed animal from when he was a baby until he grew up. Fuzzy Bunny went everywhere with us. Did I still have him? Of course, I did.

He’s been sitting on a shelf ever since Noah moved out. Sometimes, when I passed him, I would get mushy and think he was like Buzz and Woody in Toy Story when Andy grew up.

When I gave him to Noah yesterday, on Easter Sunday, it made my heart melt; it was one of those things that made this mama’s heart so full and happy. 

Our Easter holiday turned out differently than I planned, but I can pivot on a dime at this point in my life. 

Marty helped our friends who own the Arlington Inn and our buddy Chef Martin with an Easter Brunch. The brunch was a wonderful feast of exquisite food on the buffet menu. 

The team outdid themselves and worked together like they have for decades, not just a few times over the last year. The best part is they have a blast doing it. I got some of the leftovers, so I was a happy girl.

Of course, this canceled my planned Easter dinner menu but turned it into a lovely brunch for Noah, Aja, and me. We had a wonderful time together, talking a lot and enjoying brunch ourselves.

I made a crumb-bun French toast casserole, a cold asparagus salad with a sweet lemon vinaigrette, shrimp cocktail, maple bacon, and Bloody Marys for Aja and me. I also made a pizza gaina, a tradition since childhood. 

It’s an Italian Easter pie from southern Italy dating back centuries. It was intended to be the ultimate reward for fasting during the Lenten season. It is filled with ricotta, mozzarella, and provolone cheese.

It’s also stuffed with Italian meats, such as capicola, salami, mortadella, and pepperoni, which I forgot about this time. 

It’s eaten cold or at room temperature and is a familiar, flavorful Easter food memory from my childhood. I love making it as much as I love eating it.

Growing up in an Italian neighborhood, everyone bought or made pizza gaina every Easter. After we moved to Iselin, NJ, my parents would order a portion of pizza gaina from a small Italian market called Mistretta’s. 

I would walk down two blocks to Oak Tree Road and pick ours up. I remember it was still warm and how wonderful it smelled. It tasted the same as the ones we had in Elizabeth.

It’s usually made by people on Good Friday, which is a real temptation when fasting and not eating meat in the Catholic religion on Fridays, especially the tragic Friday. I’m sure millions of rosaries have been said whenever people were making this staple dish.

Even though I don’t practice the Catholic religion anymore, I realized it’s my nostalgic Holy Week memories that make me want not to eat meat on Fridays, especially the big one.

I succeeded in not eating any of the fillings but completely forgot about it when I made scallops for dinner. 

I made pan-seared scallops topped with bacon and lemon. I tasted the scallops and pasta. It was so delicious; halfway through the meal, I said, “Oh shit! I forgot about the bacon.” Oh, well, I tried.

I immediately remembered my belief that man-made religious rules no longer mattered to me. It’s all bullshit. Telling my sins to another sinner was the first thing I questioned as I grew older. I could tell God my sins without some middleman involved.

For example, why can the Pope excuse or permit people from eating meat when St. Patrick’s Day falls on a Friday during Lent? Why?

Well, because he’s the Pope, that’s why. Hang on a second. Honestly, I am not being disrespectful in any way, and everyone has a right to their beliefs, but in all reality, who is he? He is a man not without sin like the rest of us.

Every human is a sinner. He is a regular man, not God or Christ himself, who can allow people to break a rule in Catholicism.

That said, I won’t go straight to hell for eating bacon or that hotdog, I was told as a kid. Furthermore, I don’t have to say 10 Hail Marys and 5 Our Fathers for “sinning.”

I am sure all the other religions people who eat meat on Fridays don’t burn in hell, especially if they don’t know about any such rule.

In Catholicism, rules were meant to make people choose what pleasures they would give up as a sacrifice to show God their love. Love. That’s what it’s all about. We are all one with God with or without confessions to a priest and punishments in the form of memorized prayers.

This Easter, I was able to let some good childhood memories flood back in. This was my first year without a heart full of pain, anger, sadness, disappointment, and being a victim of abuse for decades.

It felt so wonderful that I can’t even explain it to anyone. By finally forgiving my mother a few weeks ago has made my heart softer, if that makes sense.

It feels like a teeny tiny piece of enlightenment I experienced when I was 9 years old. Oddly enough, I was thinking about God’s love when it happened in school that day.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of energy work on myself and working with the other side, helping many lost souls cross over and go home just like Fuzzy Bunny did. 

After Noah and Aja left, I sat down and drew Fuzzy Bunny; how I will remember him.

These last few weeks have been the calmest, safest, and most peaceful I have ever felt. Last week was truly a Holy Week for me and my close spiritual relationship with our creator. 

Forgiveness…

The sky before I began writing this post.

For those of you who have been reading my blog for quite a while you know about my adopted mother and my relationship.

I wrote about her a lot. I was trying to heal all the hurt, pain, disappointment, anger, and sadness she left me with after she died.

I appreciate each of you for your love and support while I was going through such a terrible time.

After I took down that mirror in our living room which was facing our dining room mirror creating a vortex inside our home.

The vortex was blocking anything good or positive from coming through the door. It also didn’t let stuff out either.

If you don’t know me that well please understand I’m different and I am not alone. I am blessed with “The Irish Gift.”

After removing the vortex I felt it immediately; blockages being removed right away, I shit you not.

On my birthday, I received an absolute sign from my mother. Instead of getting angry, I felt my heart melt. I felt like the Winter Wizard on Santa Claus is coming to town.

I started remembering the good memories I had with my mother. I laughed when I thought of ridiculously fun things we did.

At that moment, I was able to finally forgive my mother for everything. I can’t even begin to tell you how freeing it was.

I sat in meditation and spoke to her. I told her I forgave her and I loved her.

I went on to tell her, “Since you passed away had a life review you know how you treated me.” I thanked her for the sign on my birthday.

I waited almost a month before writing about this; making sure it was real. It’s real.

My heart isn’t angry anymore. I have been in a happy, positive, and great mood.

If you asked me if I would ever be able to forgive my mother I would say, “ I don’t think I ever can.”

Here I am a changed and happier person. My heart and soul feels like a million ton weight was lifted.

I remembered this from the Bible when I was a child.

Then Peter came and said to Him, “Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me and I forgive him? Up to seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.

Matthew 18:21-22

I can’t believe I was actually able to do the impossible. Now I know what it means when they say not forgiving someone hurts only you.

I was hurting myself. That blockage that was there for years kept me in a constant state of worry, pain, disappointment, sadness, and extreme anger.

How do I feel? I feel like my body, heart, and soul is lighter and brighter. I have a smile from ear to ear.

I feel fantastic not carrying around all that shit any more.

The sky after finishing this post. It didn’t take long since I wrote from my heart.

To tell you the truth, I’ve been carrying some of that stuff since I was a little girl and now I can’t fathom how I felt like that for so long.

Even though I am no longer a practicing Catholic, I am very spiritual, thinking about Easter week.

My father died on Easter Sunday and my Nana died on Holy Thursday. It feels right to focus and pray this week without all that yucky shit in my heart.

Have a great week! Thanks again for your support and being on this journey with me. ❤️

Snowy day…

Chalkboard sketch of Nelly.

Well, it seems like Mother Nature is making up for a lame winter here in Vermont.

This is the biggest snowstorm of the season, the wrong season mind you, but nevertheless, it’s really coming down hard as I write.

Snow curls coming off the roof.

Marty stayed home from the farmers market today since the roads were dreadful; they still are.

He has been going on rescue squad calls for most of the day. I have been keeping myself busy doing my favorite things.

This morning I was in a full-on cooking mood. I love making comfort food on days like this.

I took out some skinless and boneless chicken thighs and made chicken cacciatore.

Chicken Cacciatore.

I have never had this dish before but have been wanting to make it forever; so I thought today is the day.

It looks and smells delicious. It will be our Sunday dinner tomorrow along with cheesy polenta and a salad.

Next, I grabbed a chuck roast and made bourbon & brown sugar braised beef. I just finished making the gravy from the pan juices. Yum!

Look at that sexy ass gravy! It’s like velvet!

I’m undecided about what to serve with it. Marty won’t be home for a while so I have time to figure it out.

I felt like drawing this afternoon in my cozy spot in our back room with Nelly snuggled up tight against me; on a heated blanket.

Oh, Nelly!

I took down our kitchen chalkboard and made a spring drawing of Nelly. She is by far my favorite thing to sketch.

Have a great rest of your weekend. It’s time for a glass of wine and finish dinner.

March 19th, St. Joseph’s Day…

I wrote about St. Joseph two years ago on my blog. This post was fun for me to research and share the history of the feast day.

I’m having Noah and Aja over for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate St. Joseph’s Day. I don’t know if he remembers always having Italian food and cream puffs on March 19th growing up.

Sadly, I may have to wait until next week to start my seeds. It will be in the teens and twenties in the evenings for the rest of the week, which is too cold for germination.

I wish I had a grow light to set them up in a warm place in our house.

Well, enough about me; here is the link to my blog post, “Make Way for San Giuseppe.”

https://julziestyle.com/2021/03/make-way-for-san-giuseppe

I used to make my cream puffs with Bavarian cream, but have switched to whipped cream. It’s so much easier and delicious. I learned this from my bio mom. 😊

Tomorrow is also the first day of spring! Because of leap year, it’s on the 19th and not the 20th. Winter is holding on for dear life this week, even though spring has sprung.

St. Patrick’s Day…

100% accurate! ☘️ 🇮🇪

After discovering I am 78% Irish, St Patrick’s Day means more to me each year. Since I am Irish, I have really started digging my heels in and learning more about Ireland and the areas where my ancestors came from.

I found out that many Irish people have special gifts like I do. I am another person in my family with the “Irish gift.”

Of course, not all Irish people have spiritual or psychic gifts; every nationality also has gifted people.

They can be labeled as Shamans, healers, psychics, different types of witches, or helpers to the other side, which is my specialty.

I’ve been focusing on honing my craft and doing spiritual work on myself—specifically, on my soul.

Many blockages have opened since removing that vortex in our home that came from two mirrors facing each other

I have finally been able to forgive my mother for everything. If you are a new reader, I wrote a lot about our relationship and its effect on me.

How do I feel? I feel free, lighter, and happier. Incredible.

I was happy af at dance class on Wednesday. I wore my jade shamrock and a green gemstone beaded necklace my friend Everely made for me.

I can think about my good and funny memories growing up. This is a miracle, honestly and truly. I feel as though I have finally completed one of my lessons in this lifetime. Yay!

I wanted to share the link to my “Everyday Irish Soda Bread” post from 2021. I’ll be making two loaves tomorrow morning. Yum!

Here is the link: https://julziestyle.com/2021/03/any-day-irish-soda-bread-quick-and-easy

Here is the recipe that changed my life when making my corned beef for St. Patrick’s Day. Trust me, I’ve shared this recipe with hundreds of people, all of whom had the same success as me. Do not boil your corned beef!

Here is the link: https://basilandbubbly.com/baked-corned-beef/

I wish you all a very Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

My husband Marty is German, so I post this meme every year, which is as true as the day is long. 😂

Fuzzy bunny…

I was going through old photos and actually took the time to separate them into four categories. All the duplicates I finally got rid of.

I’m still missing photos but I’m not about to tear the house apart looking for them as if my life depended upon it.

I did stumble across a photo of Noah and his fuzzy bunny. He slept with fuzzy bunny and played with him too.

I remember how he would snuggle with fuzzy bunny on the couch when he was watching TV.

I texted the photo to Noah. The texting went back and forth like this: Do you know where he is? Let me look I think he’s upstairs. I’d love to see him again and have him.

I knew exactly where fuzzy bunny was; up on a shelf in his old room now our office. I took him down and gave him a hug.

I texted Noah these photos of Nelly meeting fuzzy bunny. She was so gentle and gave him a sniff.

She was very interested in him and couldn’t understand why she couldn’t play with him.

I looked through the photos of the boys when they were small. I told Marty we really did a lot of stuff with them. We did he said agreeing with me.

Those years when they were little are like a blur to me now. I realized that I was so focused on them I didn’t look around and pay attention to the little things.

I am grateful to both sets of our parents who took a shit load of photos for us.

Now, as I look at them I can see the details and how much fun we were having.

Damn, we were tan!

Photos tell stories when people can’t remember things well. Those memories can be shared with future generations.

I, for one, was happy when I was able to take photos and store them on my phone. How easy!

Ugh, remember how much work it was to take photos? It was a royal pain in the ass!

First, you had to buy film and put it into the camera correctly.

Then, you took photos if you remembered to bring your camera.

Next, the film had to be taken out of the camera and stored in one of those little black containers.

You couldn’t drop your film in any convenient places way back then, you had to go to one of those drive-up photo mat places.

Finally, you would have to drive back to the photo mat and pray your pictures came out. Sometimes yes and sometimes no.

The biggest bummer would be if the film was over exposed. Ugh! All those memories right down the shitter.

Right now, fuzzy bunny is waiting for Noah to pick him up and be with his boy again.

I know they both will be really happy to see each other again. ☺️

Fish fry…

Where I grew up in Elizabeth, NJ, in the late 60s to mid-70s, most of the families were Italian and Irish. I grew up in a strict Catholic Irish family.

My Nana was the family’s matriarch and a very old-school Irish Catholic. My dad called her the sergeant.

Nana’s parents came to America straight from Ireland. She was very religious and had a deep faith. Even though I attended a Catholic school, I spent most of the Holy Days with her.

I’ve written about my Nana often and spent a lot of time with her. She went blind when I was four years old, so I was her helping eyes at her apartment, a light green building in downtown Elizabeth.

The sergeant.

I stayed over almost every other Saturday night and spent the other Saturday nights at my other grandmother, Mema’s house. I love both of my grandmothers, who were polar opposites, making me a well-rounded kid.

Our family ate no meat on Fridays, not just during Lent, but every Friday. I didn’t have school on Good Fridays but spent them with Nana. This was when she really was the sergeant.

We would kneel on her hard floor, which only had a thin rug over it, from noon until three, which was the time Christ hung on the cross. We would say the Rosary with all the Mysteries. It took at least three hours.

There was no sitting back on your feet; oh no, we knelt like soldiers. When I would complain that my knees hurt, she would tell me to think of how much pain Jesus was in while he hung on the cross. Like my dad said, she was tough.

The sergeant with my grandpop, my mother is the short one, and my Aunt Claire.
Why didn’t people ever smile for photos, then?

So what did we eat on Fridays, especially during Lent? We ate pizza, pepper and egg subs, and fish. My mother never cooked fish, so we either went out to eat, ate fish sticks, or Gordon’s Fishermen fish filets at home.

I didn’t mind and liked what we ate on Fridays, especially Gordon’s fish with lots of tartar sauce. Mmmmm! I also liked the Filet o Fish at McDonalds. It was a perfect fish sandwich. Now I make my own.

I stopped practicing Catholicism when my boys were young due to a lot of reasons. I’m not going to bash the Catholic religion, but being an extremely spiritual person, I have a very close relationship with God and didn’t need man-made rules for myself or my boys.

I self-churched my boys and taught them that instead of making sacrifices they could easily fail at and hate, I made them do extra good deeds during Lent.

We still didn’t eat meat on Fridays during Lent, probably out of habit, but I never made it a big deal, or they again would hate whatever we were having.

I would make mac and cheese, fish sticks, pizza, grilled cheese, and a few other non-meat kid-friendly dishes. My son Noah was a very picky eater, making it sound like the meal was a punishment, which would have only added to the problem.

After the kids grew up and moved out, I would still make shrimp or something like pasta with clam sauce or garlic and oil during Lent. I wasn’t doing it on purpose since we ate meat for lunch but for nostalgic memories.

Marty would always ask if we weren’t eating meat during Lent. I guess my answer should be yes and no. I’m not doing it because someone told me I had to abstain from eating meat; I’m doing it because I want to.

The funny (ok, not funny) part of not eating meat on Fridays during Lent is that my mother would take me out to a hotdog place for lunch. On the way home, she would cry, “Oh shit, we ate a hotdog!” I would laugh but also HAD to tell the priest during confession I sinned by eating meat.

That’s me, the sinner, on Easter Sundays.
When I was growing up, I loved wearing Mary Jane shoes with fancy lace leotards. I still have Mary Janes.

Yes, I sinned. Must I say more about the church? I had to say 10 Hail Marys and 5 Our Fathers because my mother forgot and bought me a fucking hotdog? Sorry God, please forgive me, but I think not.

I remembered I had some frozen flounder and decided to make an old-school fish fry for dinner on Friday night. I fried the flounder and made french fries, homemade tartar sauce, and coleslaw. It was delicious. I have to remember to make it more often.

My reference to my fish fry was a recipe like this one: https://www.sipandfeast.com/fried-flounder/ .

I added old bay to all three breading components along with garlic, onion powder, and a pinch of kosher salt. I skipped the parsley and oregano.

I put the breaded fish on a rack over a sheet pan and popped it into the fridge for an hour. I heated up 1/8 inch of canola in a pan and fried the flounder until golden brown and crunchy on both sides.

Refrigerating the fish before frying keeps it cold long enough so it doesn’t dry out when it’s golden brown and crunchy. I drained the fish on paper towels; I was really how happy and easy it was to make.

I served the fish with lemon wedges to cut through the taste of frying by making it bright. Restaurants and seafood shacks give lemons with your meal for this purpose; they aren’t there just as a garnish.

Will I make seafood again next Friday? I may not, or then again, maybe I will. If not, we will likely make pizza like we do most Fridays, but sometimes with pepperoni.

One of my favorite photos from our wedding was this one with Mema and Nana. This was the last day I saw my Nana alive. When she was buried, she wore the same outfit at our wedding, and she loved it, along with her mink stole. The once robust sergeant diminished to a frail, sweet woman who still had a lot of faith in God.

Yes, I am crying and miss them both so much. ♥️ ♥️

Thai red curry with chicken recipe…

We all know by now that I am a techie knucklehead; I have many other strengths after trying to share the recipe link from my cooking class numerous times.

I’m glad the link didn’t work because now I can share other thoughts, notes, and advice with you.

A few of my cooking students feared Thai and Indian food because they thought they were too spicy.

After explaining to them when you prepare Thai and Indian food at home, you can adjust the spice level you are comfortable with.

Their favorite things we made in class were Thai and Indian cuisine, which I loved so much. I loved even more that they made the recipes they learned at home!

With this recipe, you can use any protein, such as chicken, shrimp, fish, tofu, soy curls, or vegetarian.

Speaking of vegetables, add what you like, have on hand, or do a kitchen sink curry with anything leftover in your fridge.

Spice levels can be left up to you. If you are afraid of spice, start with just a teaspoon of curry paste. If you love spice, use a whole can. I use half a can when I make it and adjust when I have guests.

This recipe can be vegan, vegetarian, pescatarian, or gluten-free, using tamari sauce and not soy sauce containing wheat. Many cooks don’t realize this, and gluten poisoning their dinner guests.

Additional gluten-free information: these are the brands of curry paste and fish sauce I use, which are safe and gluten-free. All pure coconut milk is naturally gluten-free.

Whatever brand of broth you use, always check the label that it says gluten-free. Many are not.

I’ve had many requests for the recipe this week. Alas, here it is.

Thai Red Curry with Chicken

Ingredients

1 TBSP vegetable, coconut, or canola oil
1 TBSP Thai red curry paste (more or less depending on your spice level)
1 14 oz can of coconut milk (stirred well)
2 or 3 cloves of finely minced garlic
1 tsp of finely minced garlic
1 large onion cut into crescents
1 red & 1 green, yellow, or orange sweet bell pepper cut into strips
2 carrots cut diagonally or julienned
1 1/2 cups of your choice additional veg (sweet potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, peas), etc
1 lb boneless skinless chicken thighs or breasts cut into bite-size pieces
1 cup of chicken or vegetable broth
1 TBSP fish sauce
1 TBSP soy or tamari sauce for gluten-free
1-2 TBSP brown sugar
1/2 lime freshly squeezed
1/4 cup fresh cilantro

Directions

In a large skillet over medium heat, add the oil & red curry paste to the pan, stirring in 1/4 can of coconut milk. Cook for 1 minute making sure not to burn, lower heat if necessary.

Add the onion, peppers, carrots, and additional vegetables to the pan and stir-fry the vegetables in the curry paste mixture. Cook for 2-3 minutes.

Add the garlic and ginger to the pan. Cook for another minute. Be careful not to let them burn. Add the rest of the coconut milk and chicken broth to the pan. Stir to combine and bring to a simmer.

Add the chicken to the pan and stir. Simmer over low heat covered for 20 minutes or until chicken is done and vegetables are tender.

Uncover and add the fish sauce, brown sugar, soy or tamari sauce, and lime juice to the pan. Stir to combine. Simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in the cilantro.

Taste, taste, taste. Check for the balance between spice, sweet, acid, salt, or umami. Trust your taste buds and adjust as necessary.

Serve in bowls with steamed jasmine rice and garnish with additional chopped cilantro and lime wedges if desired. Enjoy.