April 6, 2015 § Leave a comment
Easter Sunday 2015 was beautiful. Easter is designed to be beautiful. My husband and I attend the 10am Mass every Sunday but this Easter we managed to wake a bit earlier and made it to the 8am Mass. It was impressive to see the church building bursting at the drywall seams with the massive crowd. I know that many of these people are not regular church goers, but that’s ok. Many parishioners get mad when part-time church goers show up and take up the seating. That doesn’t bother me. Christ would have welcomed the part-timers as lovingly as he welcomed the full-timers. Someone (or something) tapped these folks on the shoulder Easter morning and nudged them to get up early and show up. Showing up is important. It’s a first step. Who knows, maybe they will show up again.
I feel sad when I see the little girls and ladies all dressed up for Easter Sunday in spring wear. It’s typically never very warm on Easter morning in Michigan. Often it is rainy and cold. But these ladies and little girls shop for their Easter clothes with joy and hope and know they are going to wear them regardless of what’s happening outside. The Easter dresses serve as a reminder that there are good things to come–flower buds, spring outdoor activities, no windshield scraping for a few months. That’s what Easter is all about isn’t it–knowing that things aren’t perfect at the moment, but we move forward and prepare anyway. The best is yet to come.
Happy Easter to ALL.
February 21, 2015 § Leave a comment
I can remember several years ago when doctors and nurses had that sterile all-white crisp look. What happen to that? As I wander into various doctors offices either for my own appointments or with my parents, I see crumpled lab coats, messy hair, and the SHOES. Especially the shoes. What happened to caring about what your shoes look like?
I was visiting in a hospital room and the surgeon came in and I quickly spotted what looked like blood on his shoes. Yes BLOOD. Maybe it was overflow from the spaghetti he had for lunch that day, I have no idea, but I found it unnerving. I became fixated on that blotch of mysterious liquid and didn’t hear much of anything he said.
I don’t mean to pick on the medical profession–I know it’s stressful, filled with demanding patients and long hours, and it’s apparent that Americans in many sectors have “casualed” it to the max. (Except for the funeral home business–those folks always look, dress and act amazingly classy. Always perfect.)
Doctors, please keep in mind, patients nervously wait for several minutes, something hours in your waiting rooms. When you finally breeze into the room, we want to see clean, we want to see attention to detail. Could the way you care for your shoes be a clue as to the detail you pay to your patients? What I prefer to think is that you are so busy providing excellent care for your patients, you don’t have time to look at your shoes.
And while we are on this subject, what ever happen to nurse hats?
December 31, 2012 § 2 Comments
Been reading several blogs about pierogi over the last few days and thought I should resurrect my previous Christmas post in honor of this polish holiday tradition. (By the way, I recently learned that pierogi is plural, you never add an S on the end of it).
It’s a Polish tradition! For Christmas and Easter every year, my family makes (and eats) Pierogi. Many people have never heard of this delectable doughy treat, but I have grown up with these little guys and can’t imagine Christmas or Easter without them. We typically make two types: Sauerkraut and Potato with Cheese (farmers cheese).
Typically, a few dozen are made the week prior to the holiday and they are boiled and then frantically fried in butter just moments prior to sitting down to dinner. The frying process gets them just a little browned and a little crispy. You don’t HAVE to fry them, but it does add a little crunch and a few calories which is always nice.
Making them is fun, especially if you have a wacky sister to help and an understanding, patient mom to guide you. The night before the pierogi manufacturing event, you get the filling ready (otherwise the process takes TOO long and you will get crabby and start fighting with your kitchen mates). I know this.
Rolling the dough correctly is important—you must get the dough to be just the right thickness (or thinness) and then you punch out a bunch of circles with a little template, like maybe a tuna can (a clean one of course). The most fun is plopping a small wad of filling in the center of the dough circle, folding the dough in half and pinching the edges to close/seal. Then you laugh, laugh, laugh at how peculiar shaped you managed to make the finished sealed pierogi and hope you sealed it well enough so that the filling doesn’t come spewing out in the boiling process. If you want to be a little fancy, you can press a fork along the edge to seal it around the perimeter which gives added reinforcement and a cute decorative edge treatment. My mummy doesn’t like the fork thing, but I do.
I am envious of the people that can make their pierogi all look the same and very neat and uniform looking. I have always thought ours come out a bit “disheveled.” No two alike. Maybe that’s ok.
PLEASE add a comment if you make pierogi and can offer any helpful hints or advice… or if you just like to eat them. I also am looking for ideas on how to differentiate the pierogi so you know which flavor is which, so you don’t have to keep them separated at all times. Does anyone do this by forming a unique decorative edge treatment for each kind?
December 29, 2012 § 3 Comments
I began thinking about what Christmas is like for a kid and I remembered a feeling of hope. Not the hope that is manifested in the season, such as the hope for mankind now that the Savior is born. The hope that comes from wanting cool toys.
Toys I wanted that I didn’t get… (Why do I still remember these?) Worse yet, why am I still thinking about them?
#1 the EASY-BAKE OVEN
This toy came out in 1963 (in turquoise) and only cost $15.95. The toy still exists today, but looks more like an ugly plastic microwave.
#2 LITE BRITE
Lite Brite came out in 1967–wasn’t much to it. Just a light box, black paper and a billion little pegs you pushed through the paper to get them to light up. Fascinating technology that I just had to have… it was the start of my fascination with electronics. It had many small pieces/parts–that’s probably why my parents didn’t get it for me. I am pretty sure this toy still exists also.
#3 MYSTERY DATE GAME
This cool game came out in 1965. You opened the door to reveal one of 5 mystery dates:
- The formal guy in a tux (probably the one most little girls found the most appealing, mainly because he was dressed up)
- The bowling date
- The beach date
- The skiing date
- The “dud” of course (I didn’t think the dud was all that bad-looking)
My friend had this game so at least I was able to do a little mystery dating.
Not sure why I wanted this– it was really targeted toward little boys and their violent tendencies, but I liked it.
#5 DON’T SPILL THE BEANS
I am not sure why I wanted this game either–there wasn’t much to it. You just added beans until the bucket tipped over.
I think it was the TV commercials–the 1960 TV commercials could make a kid beg for just about anything.
December 26, 2012 § 2 Comments
I have spent just about 30 years working in various offices. Over that 30 years, I have seen many changes—carbon copies evolved into fancy copiers. Fax machines became scanners, pink “while you were out” hand-written phone messages morphed into electronic voicemail. I am grateful for technology, but there’s something unfulfilling for me in today’s modern office setting and I finally realized what it is. It’s too quiet.
I want to hear telephones ringing, typewriters chunking out lines of carefully crafted words, people discussing things. I guess I associate noise with productivity and accomplishment. I walk through the office now and usually hear nothing. Employees stare into their computer screens. No one calls anybody anymore—it’s too convenient and maybe more “appropriate” to send an email or a text. Why is this? Because we don’t want to “bother” the other person with a call–we assume they are very busy staring into their computer screen as well.
I have a soft spot for vintage telephones and typewriters and have amassed a small collection of the heavy clunky devices. I imagine it’s my way of holding on to an era when office machines were intricate and beautiful and had a rather commanding presence at your workspace. It’s a remembrance of a time when offices were noisy and abuzz with metal hitting metal–whether it be a phone receiver slamming into its cradle or a small bell reminding you to hit the carriage return. Things were being done. You could hear it and feel it.
I start a new job in a new office next week. I am not sure if I will even have a desk phone, desk phones have become pretty scarce these days. I may just have to bring one of my rotary dials for decoration or maybe to use as a paperweight. Oh, wait a minute, paper? What paper?
February 1, 2012 § 3 Comments
I love those little chalky valentine heart candies with the sayings stamped on them. When I was a little girl, I was fascinated that you could actually print words on food. In my mind, candy was considered “food.” I enjoyed reading the different expressions and of course, found them extremely tasty (although now I think they taste like sweetened chalk). They were only around during Valentine’s day which added to their mystique.
I was brought back to those days, purely by accident recently when I walked by the Philosophy Fragrance section at a local Von Maur Department Store. The fragrance counter was prominently showcasing a body lotion called “Sweet Talk,” in honor of Valentine’s Day no doubt. I smelled the tester bottle and was immediately compelled to squirt a pink gooey glob of it on my hand. Guess what? I couldn’t help but smile and was transported back to my childhood.
I was in love — in love with a moisturizing body lotion that smelled exactly like those old-fashion chalky hearts. I had to have it. I quickly grabbed a fresh pink bottle and paid the nice Philosophy lady, explaining how I just love those candies and just had to have this candy-smelling lotion. She smiled, counting the commission dollars in her head and mentioned that they also have shower gel and lip gloss in the Sweet Talk line. Thanking her, I said the lotion will be enough for me (for now) and mentioned that if they made a spray perfume, I probably would have bought a gallon of that as well. She’s checking on that –“Maybe it’s in the philosophy marketing plan.”
Sweet Talk is comforting. It’s little girl. It’s sweet and candy-like. I can’t stop smelling it.
July 9, 2011 § 7 Comments
I saw this baby in an antique market and just fell in love with it. Why? It’s cute. Simple as that. I am not sure if it is the mint & gray color scheme or the red Royal logo button that you push to open the lid. It’s just likable and cute, innocent and unassuming. Sometimes things just hit you that way. It’s as if they shout out at you simply by quietly sitting on a high shelf.
This machine looks easygoing and simple, but that’s only on the surface—it weighs about 500 lbs and is built like a tank. It has integrity and class. That’s how they made things in 1961—built to last and made in the USA with pride. That’s why it’s still around for us to enjoy and admire.
Now it’s mine and it’s cute.