Archive | February, 2008

>I Kid You Not…

29 Feb

>I just came into the living room while Sam’s bacon was cooking (breakfast for breakfast, breakfast for lunch, breakfast for dinner…it’s all good…) and Clark came up behind me, pushed my bum, and said, “Get back in the kitchen, Woman, and make some bacon!”

>I’m So Sorry, Sam…

28 Feb

>I told Sam I wouldn’t blog about this. But I can’t help myself. My fingers have literally been itching all day long.

So last night, we were watching Law and Order: Criminal Intent. In last night’s episode, a man was unwittingly tricked into participating in a threesome with two women he met in a bar. When he awoke, he found himself next to the dead body of one of his lady friends along with a Polaroid photograph of the scene, the third member of their little ménage à trois missing, implying that she was intending to frame him with another copy of the photograph.

Anyhoo, as the scene was closing and the token Law and Order “dum dum!” sounded, Sam said, “And THAT’S why you don’t have a threesome with a stranger!” To which I replied, “Or at all.”

I love you! 🙂

>Samburgers

28 Feb

>Okay. Samburgers. Cheesey, I know. If I were married to anybody named anyone else, I’d just call them Super Happy Fun Time Burgers or Skippedy Doo Burgers. But alas, I married a man named Sam and I found a recipe for Samburgers. And so I must oblige.

This recipe is from Family Fun magazine. To be honest, I think most of their ideas are cool and most of the recipes look relatively edible, but I’ve never been particularly inspired to really make and eat most of their recipes. I’m a little bit of a food snob. I’ll admit it. But I found this recipe for hamburgers while we were on our cruise a few years ago and I actually stole (GASP!) the copy of Family Fun from our stateroom because the recipe sounded THAT good. And they are that good. If, after you try this recipe, you ever go back to popping frozen beef patties straight onto the grill for anything other than a large church/community/school function, I’ll hang my head in shame and say a prayer for you.
Samburgers
1 ¼ lb. ground beef (that extra quarter pound is absolutely essential; if you don’t have it, your burgers will fall apart when you try to cook them.)
3 Tbsp. A1 sauce
1 Tbsp. Dijon mustard
½ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. pepper
2 cloves minced garlic
¾ tsp. dry oregano
1 Tbsp. dehydrated onion

Combine ingredients. A word about ground beef–when I’m just cooking for us, I usually use 93% lean ground beef because, well, my thighs need all the help they can get. But if I’m cooking these for a crowd, I use 85% lean, for two reasons: 1) it’s cheaper and 2) I think it tastes better. Shhhhh. Don’t tell the diet police.

Shape into patties. If you want big burgers (and who doesn’t??) a la Red Robin or Chili’s, shape into 4 patties. If you’re a burger pansy, shape the meat into 6 patties.

Grill for about 7 minutes on each side over medium (or until they’re as non-pink as you want them.)

While the burgers are cooking, you can get your fixins ready. Yes, I just said “fixins.” Me? Personally? I’m a purist. I like mayo (but I use light, in my defense…), ketchup, mustard, a leaf of Romaine or Red Leaf lettuce, a couple rings of red onion, a slice or two of tomato, and a few dill pickle slices if I have them. You can also (and I definitely think your should) toast your buns. I like to slice the buns open and spread them with a little butter and then you can either place them under the broiler in your oven or buttered-side-down on a hot skillet.
If you want cheese on your burger, place it on top of the burger while it’s still cooking (and has about 2-3 minutes left). When the burgers are done and the cheese is melty, place them on your toasted buns and then add whatever you want on top! Oh, and if you’re curious, the buns I used tonight are doubled up dinner rolls; when I was shaping the dough, I just took two roll-sized portions of dough and squashed them into one bigger, flatter roll and then baked them the same way.

>Too Good to be True

26 Feb

>I thought we were in the clear. I went to bed at 10. At 11, Meredith woke up. I brought her to bed. At 12, I noticed she was super hot and got her some ibuprofen. At 1, she started crying uncontrollably and I brought her out into the living room so Sam can get up for work. And then she puked all over me. We took a shower. She puked all over me again. Another shower. Now she’s asleep in my arms and I’m wiiiiiiiiiiiiiide awake.

>A Little Bit Homesick

26 Feb

>So last night, I had a dream that I attended my friend Natalie’s nursing school graduation, which is funny because she is a Spanish teacher. There was also a hotel and some kind of “lady of the night” involved (I think), but I don’t really remember that part. Anyway, I was missing Natalie all day and then, lo and behold, she called me this afternoon and we talked for a good half hour before her phone died. And I missed her even more.

I think this is the first time that I’ve really been homesick. I miss my little yellow house, I miss storytime at the Provo City Library, I miss having roots somewhere. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m tired and haven’t left the house in a week, but I’m homesick.

On the up-side, Clark is feeling MUCH better. He’s not better better, but he ate two bowls of cereal first thing this morning and talked non-stop all day, which was quite an adjustment after him lying on the couch for the last three days, all glassy-eyed and quiet. So thank heaven for Tamiflu, Sprite, and prayers!

>Erglegrew

26 Feb

>So what the heck is with the codes you have to enter when commenting on peoples’ blogs? On any other site, it’s usually just a couple of mangled letters that you have to decipher, but on Blogger, it’s always something weird. Like “ekqywkyw.” Seriously. I just did that one.

>The Sprinkles on the Icing on the Cake

23 Feb

>Clark has strep throat AND the flu. Our insurance cards have not arrived yet, so we had to pay out of pocket for an entire prescription of Tamiflu and then (hopefully) we can submit the receipt to United Health Care for reimbursement. And Tamiflu, my friends, is not cheap. And poor Meredith misses her brother and Clark misses her back. So much so, in fact, that even though I told him to keep his little bum on his “couch bed” while I was in the bathroom, I came out to find him snuggling her on the floor. So let’s hope the sniffles she had a few months ago was the flu and that she won’t get the strep bug because a baby in the hospital is NOT what I want.

>Tagged Again–All About Sam!

23 Feb

>What’s his name? Samuel Monroe

How long have you been married? Coming up on 7 years…

How long did you date? That’s a little blurry. I think we started sliding into datingness around Septemberish? And got married in May.

How old is he? Too old! 🙂 No, he’s 33.

Who eats more? Usually him.

Who said I love you first? Another blurry moment in time. I think I said it in a way like, “If you do that for me, I’ll love you forever!” and he interpreted that as moving on to the “I love you” stage. Not that I DIDN’T love him.

Who is smarter? It depends. I’m definitely smarter in English and language-related things. I’m also smarter in stuff like health and nutrition. Also, he can’t type. Sam is a born engineer, though. He gets math. I can’t visualize how components make a whole product in my head and that frustrates him to no end (and is also why I can’t sew anything very complicated. Or basically more than putting two pieces of fabric together.) He’s very logical–I call him Captain Literal. His super power is making obnoxious jokes out of me using a figure of speech. For example, a conversation like this occurs several times a day:

Kate: Hey, Sam, can I see the remote?
Sam: [Holding up the remote] Here, see?
Kate: Thanks, Captain Literal.

Whose temper is worse? I’m more likely to have a hormonally-induced meltdown, but generally, he’s more likely to get his panties in a twist over something stupid and insignificant.

Who does the laundry? Oh, heavens, me! I’m a super-sorter. Lights, darks, whites, and things like sheets, towels, etc. He thinks if it can’t be bleached, it can all go in together on warm.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? See, this is one of those envisioning questions I think about too much. If we’re lying on the bed, it’s me. If we’re facing the foot of the bed, Sam would be sleeping on my right.

Who cooks dinner? Me. Sam’s idea of a fancy dinner is Hamburger Helper. With or without the hamburger.

Who pays the bills? It’s a joint affair–I pay some, he pays some.

Who is more spoiled? Sam pretty much spoils both of us. I can’t spoil him because he has everything he wants.

Who drives when you are in the same car? Generally Sam. He’s a better driver and he gets nervous when I’m driving. And I get nervous when he’s in the passenger’s seat, thus making me drive worse. But on long trips, we usually switch. And if I pick him up, we don’t switch places or anything.

Who is more stubborn? We’re both stubborn, but I’d say he’s more stubborn.

Whose parents do you see the most? When we lived in Utah, we saw mine more often, but we’d see his parents for longer stretches of time. Right now, we don’t see anyone’s parents. Well, we see parents, they’re just not ours. See, Captain Literal has worn off on me!

Who proposed? Sam. Let’s not talk about the proposal.

Who has more friends? Well, if Star Wars action figures count as friends, Sam has more. Real life friends? Me.

Who has more siblings? Oh, you’ll never get an easy answer with Team Awesome. Sam has 6 siblings. I have 4 biological siblings and 7 with my step-brothers and step-sister. Since I think of them as my siblings, we’ll say I do.

Who wears the pants in the family? Depends on where we are. Sam doesn’t like to wear pants around the house. I mean that literally. He has a pair of stretchy pants that he calls “apartment pants.” He will wear those if absolutely necessary, like we have someone over at the house who is not one of his brothers. Actually, that’s a pretty good description of how things are run–I’m the director of operations of the house and children, he’s in charge of job things, cars, etc.

I tag…Jen! Kat! Manda!

>All that We Left Behind…

21 Feb

>As I was just perusing The Daily Universe (BYU’s newspaper) online, I discovered that Pacific States, the company where Sam did his capstone project, basically exploded. Several people were injured and the plant is closed indefinitely. Sure glad we didn’t go down that avenue…

Also, the place where Sam did his internship has been massively downsizing their workforces. Again, super glad he’s manufacturing laundry detergent rather than prototypes.

And finally, the place in Orem where we were storing our stuff burned down.

Plus, people here call me things like “Little Mama” and “Baby,” not in a Joey Tribbiani “How-YOU-doin’?” sort of way, but in a grandmotherly kind of way that makes me feel all squishy and loved. So we’re glad to be here, even if I’m having serious Costa Vida withdrawal. I think sweet pork salads are on the menu for next week; it may not be the real thing, but it’ll be close enough.

Oh, and Happy 100 Posts to ME! 🙂

>Banana Bread

19 Feb

>Banana bread. Yawn. How boring. True, I have more exciting recipes in my collection than plain old banana bread, but let’s face it–banana bread is comfort food and everyone needs a great banana bread recipe in their arsenal.

I got this recipe from Cooking Light a few years ago when they did a feature on different kinds of banana bread. They had one basic recipe and then 4 variations on that recipe. I’ve tried most of them and the coconut-lime and chocolate swirl banana breads are really good, but what about when you just want Plain Jane banana bread? This is the one. The best. Maybe you just use the tried-and-true Lion House Cookbook banana bread recipe. Sure, it’s pretty good, but I’m like the Army and expect my banana bread to be all that it can be. The ingredients are simple and you’ll have virtually everything on-hand, so next time you have a few over-ripened, yucky-to-unpeel-and-eat bananas sitting on your counter attracting fruit flies, try this! You won’t be sorry.

Classic Banana Bread

2 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter, softened
2 large eggs
1 1/2 cups mashed ripe banana (about 3 bananas)
1/3 cup plain low-fat yogurt or light sour cream (this makes the bread rich and moist)
1 tsp. vanilla extract
2-3 Tbsp. brown sugar (this makes a crackly, crunchy crust on top)
Cooking spray

Preheat oven to 350°. Lightly spoon flour into dry measuring cups.
Level with a knife.

Combine the flour, baking soda, and salt, stirring with a whisk. Place sugar and butter in a large bowl and beat with a mixer at medium speed until well blended (about 1 minute). Add the eggs, 1 at a time, beating well after each addition.

Okay, you want your bananas to be ripe. Basically, the riper and yuckier (without being rotten), the better. Think brownish-black. Think bruised.
Add banana, yogurt, and vanilla; beat until blended. Add flour mixture; beat at low speed just until moist. Spoon batter into an 8 1/2 x 4 1/2-inch loaf pan coated with cooking spray. Sprinkle brown sugar on top. Now, live on the edge a little here. I say 2-3 Tbsp. to put a number on it, but you just want a couple of spoonfuls of the good stuff (yeah, I sound like a crackhead) on top. Don’t go crazy or anything–you want it crusty, not gooey, but part of the fun of cooking is unleashing that wild thing within and not using a measuring spoon while sprinkling brown sugar.
Bake at 350° for 1 hour or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes in pan on a wire rack; remove from pan. Cool completely on wire rack.