First off, if you notice I have updated the heading. This blog began all about weddings. But I have expanded to other areas of my life: teaching, cooking, what ever is happening with me. So the updated heading.
No weddings Wednesday, I was feeling yucky, so I didn't go in.
But Tuesday I was at school with the first graders. It had rained for almost two weeks and the kids were bonkers. The teachers were getting on each other's nerves, and no one wanted to be there. But we were.
I worked one on one with half the class on reading. Some with the booklet everyone was reading( more about that later), and some with extra help. Little K behaved well during our session. And again he asked if he could read another book. He has come so far. He WANTS to read. Ms. H and I are doing our jobs.
The booklet they all read was a story about an opossum. It told a little about what she ate, being nocturnal, being frightened by a dog and playing 'possum, and her babies. One little girl told me her fish would play possum, "he keeps floating on his side". All I could think was her fish kept dying and the parents were replacing them. I was wrong, she said when she tapped on the glass he would start swimming around. Still, seems strange.
I read the class Jack and the Beanstalk. The illustrations were incredibly beautiful and detailed. And sorry, I don't remember the illustrator's name. The giant ogre was disgusting ugly and scary, his wife was ugly, lots of images for the children to look at. As I read it to them, it struck me what a scary story this is. Little boys killed and ground into flour, Jack and his mother hungry, Jack being chased by the giant ogre, and Jack kills the giant ogre. And we make Jack the hero, yet he is a thief and a killer.
There is nothing PC about this book. It is wrong in so many ways. Who cares, they loved it, and so do I.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
YES, I HAVE NO ENDINGS . . .
As the title says, I have no endings:
Today was busy. I did 7 weddings, maybe more. I lost count. There were also some Spanish ones, M does those.
At least 99% of my weddings were true love matches. I had brides in long white satin dresses, white cocktail dresses, lovely white and black outfits. The couples were so in love. They held each other after the ceremony, they laughed and cried. There was lots of love in the room each wedding. Except . . .
The awful wedding: The bride turned 18 last week. She still had braces on her teeth. He was a year or so older. Lots of family attending. I called their names and the bride and groom came from different areas of the lobby. We went into the wedding room, they each went to different pew, he on the left side of the room, she went to the right side of the room. This is not a happy couple.
He obviously adored her. She was shaky and scared. He supported her physically. He looked at her with loving eyes. She just looked scared. He held her, he tried to take care of her. She just stood there. When I pronounced them, they didn't kiss. He held her and she just stood there. After they had the paper work done, she left with her family. He came downstairs later with a couple of his friends. Staff and I think she is pregnant, ( looked it but that isn't always a fact)It felt like a forced wedding. Who knows.
As I said, I have no endings.
Today was busy. I did 7 weddings, maybe more. I lost count. There were also some Spanish ones, M does those.
At least 99% of my weddings were true love matches. I had brides in long white satin dresses, white cocktail dresses, lovely white and black outfits. The couples were so in love. They held each other after the ceremony, they laughed and cried. There was lots of love in the room each wedding. Except . . .
The awful wedding: The bride turned 18 last week. She still had braces on her teeth. He was a year or so older. Lots of family attending. I called their names and the bride and groom came from different areas of the lobby. We went into the wedding room, they each went to different pew, he on the left side of the room, she went to the right side of the room. This is not a happy couple.
He obviously adored her. She was shaky and scared. He supported her physically. He looked at her with loving eyes. She just looked scared. He held her, he tried to take care of her. She just stood there. When I pronounced them, they didn't kiss. He held her and she just stood there. After they had the paper work done, she left with her family. He came downstairs later with a couple of his friends. Staff and I think she is pregnant, ( looked it but that isn't always a fact)It felt like a forced wedding. Who knows.
As I said, I have no endings.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
RECIPE TO TEST
This weekend Marty and I tested another recipe for Cook's Illustrated. It is a spinach salad with fennel and apple. And I just realized tonight we didn't take any pictures.
The recipe called for baby spinach, golden delicious apples cut into match sticks, the bulb of fennel sliced very thinly. There also are fennel fronds, shallots, lemon zest, mayonnaise, Dijon mustard, olive oil. Everything is chopped or used to make the dressing.
Let me make it clear I am not fond of fennel. I dislike the taste of licorice. And spinach does not like me. I like it but often it makes me sick. Don't ask. So this was not a salad I really wanted to try. I told Marty to go on and make it ( he loves everything in it, and has no "problems") For the record I had no problems this time with the spinach.
This salad is great. All the flavors meld beautifully. The fennel does not dominate as it often does. It is crisp, tangy, and yummy. The recipe says it is for 6. Marty and I halved it and there was still plenty for 6.
We will make this again. I would post the recipe, but we agreed not to share it. Until it is perfected and used in the magazine we can't share it on this blog. Of course, if you ask I might email you.
The recipe called for baby spinach, golden delicious apples cut into match sticks, the bulb of fennel sliced very thinly. There also are fennel fronds, shallots, lemon zest, mayonnaise, Dijon mustard, olive oil. Everything is chopped or used to make the dressing.
Let me make it clear I am not fond of fennel. I dislike the taste of licorice. And spinach does not like me. I like it but often it makes me sick. Don't ask. So this was not a salad I really wanted to try. I told Marty to go on and make it ( he loves everything in it, and has no "problems") For the record I had no problems this time with the spinach.
This salad is great. All the flavors meld beautifully. The fennel does not dominate as it often does. It is crisp, tangy, and yummy. The recipe says it is for 6. Marty and I halved it and there was still plenty for 6.
We will make this again. I would post the recipe, but we agreed not to share it. Until it is perfected and used in the magazine we can't share it on this blog. Of course, if you ask I might email you.
Friday, January 22, 2010
CHECK IT OUT
My niece writes a blog also, TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY. It is about her family and work.With 5 children she has a lot to write. Her son, Kiel, plays college basketball, and last I heard the team is ranked #10. Check out this picture of Kiel dunking. And that was not the only dunk. Go Kiel!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
WEDDINGS
Since Sunday the Bay Area has had awful awful storms. Torrential rains, hail, thunder and lightening, winds above gale force and gusts at hurricane level. Being out was miserable and dangerous. And it seemed we had to be out everyday.
Wednesday at breakfast (we don't really eat breakfast, we do juice, pills, and coffee) I told Marty I didn't want to go do weddings. I would have to walk in the rain from the parking garage and I would be a wet soggy mess. But I would go because I had made the commitment. Sweet Marty said he would take me and come back for me. I told him no one would show up on such an awful day. We went.
I sat and read for almost two hours. I was bored and sleepy. And then I had three couples to marry. There was a break in the weather and we had people.
Every one was dressed for the weather. No thin white dresses in sight.
The first couple was from Bhoutan. They didn't speak much English, but understood it very well. We picked a short ceremony where I did most of the talking. That way they didn't have the stress of trying to speak a second language. They were sweet and in love. And very happy when it was all over.
One couple had their little boy with them. He was so cute on the elevator (which has railings on each side). He insisted that his parents and the witness hold onto the railings while it was moving. And then he gave me a look to check if I held on, I did. When we went back down to the lobby, there were others on the elevator. He told all of them to hold on also. And those three men did.
Another couple was really interesting. They were in their early thirties and had been together 12 years. As we waited for the Marriage Desk Clerk to come in and witness the ceremony, we talked. They told me they had been through a lot of ups and downs. They had been pushed to go on and marry. But it never felt right until now. They talked about how marriage is a hard lifetime commitment. They understood that marriage is not a 50/50 deal. That many days it is 90/10. They were well grounded and knew what they were doing. I wish all my couples had their maturity.
Wednesday at breakfast (we don't really eat breakfast, we do juice, pills, and coffee) I told Marty I didn't want to go do weddings. I would have to walk in the rain from the parking garage and I would be a wet soggy mess. But I would go because I had made the commitment. Sweet Marty said he would take me and come back for me. I told him no one would show up on such an awful day. We went.
I sat and read for almost two hours. I was bored and sleepy. And then I had three couples to marry. There was a break in the weather and we had people.
Every one was dressed for the weather. No thin white dresses in sight.
The first couple was from Bhoutan. They didn't speak much English, but understood it very well. We picked a short ceremony where I did most of the talking. That way they didn't have the stress of trying to speak a second language. They were sweet and in love. And very happy when it was all over.
One couple had their little boy with them. He was so cute on the elevator (which has railings on each side). He insisted that his parents and the witness hold onto the railings while it was moving. And then he gave me a look to check if I held on, I did. When we went back down to the lobby, there were others on the elevator. He told all of them to hold on also. And those three men did.
Another couple was really interesting. They were in their early thirties and had been together 12 years. As we waited for the Marriage Desk Clerk to come in and witness the ceremony, we talked. They told me they had been through a lot of ups and downs. They had been pushed to go on and marry. But it never felt right until now. They talked about how marriage is a hard lifetime commitment. They understood that marriage is not a 50/50 deal. That many days it is 90/10. They were well grounded and knew what they were doing. I wish all my couples had their maturity.
Monday, January 18, 2010
FANCY FOOD SHOW PART 2
Today we checked out all the lovely food in the South Hall. This was our favorite, PIG! Hams, salami, sausage, hams, hams. Everyone country has ham like the South's Country ham. Spain wins hands down as the best with their Jamon Serrano. This was a little taste of heaven, Booth after booth was slicing it, the whole leg including the hoof. No, the hoof was not served. Do I have pictures of all these wonderful hams, no. Nor do I have any pictures of the wonderful pates or the bacon flavored salt. Why, I was too busy sampling the goodness. But the pictures are in color this time.
Crowd scene. We walked forever, Marty is getting us water,
California had some incredible cheeses. Booth after booth.
Wisconsin cheese.
Next to pig, the butter booths were the best. They acted as palate cleansers.
More cheese.
This was oh so wonderful. Foie Gras and duck salami.
Marty having citrus tea. There were some really different teas to taste.
Truffle booth. The huge one is not real. Yes that is Marty's arm, we didn't notice each other. Oh, no samples here. Or at the saffron booth or the caviar booth.
The chef is airbrushing a chocolate sculpture. Check out the finished one to the right.
Oh, Canada. The Mountie had to learn to ride a horse for parades. That is the only time he rides. Canada had a large group of booths also.
Marty, Janet, and the Mountie.
We have had a lovely two days of sampling some of the best foods in the world. There is no way these pictures can give you the feeling, aroma, and the wonderful tastes we have experienced. This is two of our favorite days of the year.
Italy had more booths than any other group. Hams, pates, cheeses, salamis, other wonderful meats.
Crowd scene. We walked forever, Marty is getting us water,
California had some incredible cheeses. Booth after booth. Wisconsin cheese.
Next to pig, the butter booths were the best. They acted as palate cleansers.
More cheese.
This was oh so wonderful. Foie Gras and duck salami.
Marty having citrus tea. There were some really different teas to taste.
Truffle booth. The huge one is not real. Yes that is Marty's arm, we didn't notice each other. Oh, no samples here. Or at the saffron booth or the caviar booth.
The chef is airbrushing a chocolate sculpture. Check out the finished one to the right.Oh, Canada. The Mountie had to learn to ride a horse for parades. That is the only time he rides. Canada had a large group of booths also.Marty, Janet, and the Mountie.
We have had a lovely two days of sampling some of the best foods in the world. There is no way these pictures can give you the feeling, aroma, and the wonderful tastes we have experienced. This is two of our favorite days of the year. Sunday, January 17, 2010
FANCY FOOD SHOW YUMMY, MOSTLY
Today we went into San Francisco for the Fancy Food Show. There are 2000 vendors of food and food related products: Candy, meat, baskets, oils, wine and spirits, cheese, dips, spreads, chips, bread, and on and on. This is a little of what we saw over 5 1/2 hours in the North Hall. Tomorrow we go back to see the South Hall.
Marty gave me his old digital camera. I used it for the first time today. Do you like the arty black and white pictures? I know so little about the camera I didn't realize it was on black and white. Tomorrow, with luck, color. But I do like the black and white, dramatic.
Remember to click on the pictures to enlarge them.
The Entrance
Vanilla bean booth
Marty and a crowd scene
These ladies presented an oil with a pump that is non aerosol. So a very low calorie green product. There were different flavors of oils. You use it instead of lot of oil or bacon grease in my case. There may be other uses, I missed part of their presentation. If I remember correctly the woman on the right is Sherene Costanzo, founder. Very impressive product.
Best boxed prepared soup ever. We tried a couple of them, I loved the wild mushroom soup: rice noodles, mixture of mushrooms, rich broth. The mushrooms smelled like you had just sliced them and thrown them into the broth. It was outstanding!
Not a great picture. This is Silver Moon, ice cream. I had the vanilla Bourbon ice cream. Of course I did. What else would a Southern Belle pick? I asked where I could buy it in Oakland. And the first store listed, The Village Market. Yeah! It is 90 seconds from my house, all downhill.
Marty waiting in line at Stubbs for brisket and sausage. The sauce and meat was really, really good. The lines were very long. People know this product and will wait for it.
Doesn't she have a wonderful smile? Her product of sauces were great.
Johnny's French Dip sauce, Caesar dressing and many other products. We all use this and it is one to continue using. They are sending Marty and me some samples. I can't wait.
Tomorrow we will attack this hall, the South Hall.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
WARNING, THIN WHITE WEDDING DRESSES
Monday and Wednesday were not real busy. I did 4 or 5 each day. There were some really sweet couples. Also there were some that were difficult to do, and there were the thin white dresses.
Difficult to do for a couple of reasons.
The crying baby wedding. For nearly an half an hour we could hear a baby screaming in the lobby. This was constant screaming, I don't know how the child could breathe at the same time. Lucky me they were there to get married. As the paper work was being done the mother whipped out a boob and tried to feed the baby. The clerk was offended. She is a mother and all for breast feeding, but we all agreed a blanket over the shoulder would be more appropriate. The baby screamed through the ceremony. No one seemed to do anything. No bouncing the baby, no burping her, no walking with her. They then went downstairs and sat about 20 minutes with the child still screaming.
The underage groom: If the bride or groom is younger than 18, a judge must give permission for the marriage. The groom was 10 months short of 18, the bride was 22. They had the court order allowing him to marry. She was in a beautiful traditional sari, he had on baggy pants and a backwards baseball cap. Traditional California boy. Can you say arranged marriage?
The first white dress was stunning. It was a long tulle sheath, seed pearl spaghetti straps, with a handkerchief hem. There were several beautiful lace pieces scattered on it. There was an under skirt to the knees, which was too sheer not to have a slip under it. This lovely vision of a woman had on a white thong.
Second white dress: This was a huge wedding group. Everyone was dressed up. We had a bouquet, boutonnieres, we had corsages. The groom had on a white suit with pale blue trim ( to match the bride's fingernails). We had a best man and a maid of honor. As Daddy walked the bride in, the crowd hummed the wedding march. They were a happy excited group. And the bride? Short gathered dress of chiffon, spaghetti straps, white underskirt, white thong.
Now for the rant. Do these people not have mirrors? Is this a new look that I am too old to appreciate? The clerks are much younger than I am, and the thongs offend them. Buy a slip, I am sure Macy's still sells them.
Difficult to do for a couple of reasons.
The crying baby wedding. For nearly an half an hour we could hear a baby screaming in the lobby. This was constant screaming, I don't know how the child could breathe at the same time. Lucky me they were there to get married. As the paper work was being done the mother whipped out a boob and tried to feed the baby. The clerk was offended. She is a mother and all for breast feeding, but we all agreed a blanket over the shoulder would be more appropriate. The baby screamed through the ceremony. No one seemed to do anything. No bouncing the baby, no burping her, no walking with her. They then went downstairs and sat about 20 minutes with the child still screaming.
The underage groom: If the bride or groom is younger than 18, a judge must give permission for the marriage. The groom was 10 months short of 18, the bride was 22. They had the court order allowing him to marry. She was in a beautiful traditional sari, he had on baggy pants and a backwards baseball cap. Traditional California boy. Can you say arranged marriage?
The first white dress was stunning. It was a long tulle sheath, seed pearl spaghetti straps, with a handkerchief hem. There were several beautiful lace pieces scattered on it. There was an under skirt to the knees, which was too sheer not to have a slip under it. This lovely vision of a woman had on a white thong.
Second white dress: This was a huge wedding group. Everyone was dressed up. We had a bouquet, boutonnieres, we had corsages. The groom had on a white suit with pale blue trim ( to match the bride's fingernails). We had a best man and a maid of honor. As Daddy walked the bride in, the crowd hummed the wedding march. They were a happy excited group. And the bride? Short gathered dress of chiffon, spaghetti straps, white underskirt, white thong.
Now for the rant. Do these people not have mirrors? Is this a new look that I am too old to appreciate? The clerks are much younger than I am, and the thongs offend them. Buy a slip, I am sure Macy's still sells them.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
SCHOOL DAZE
Today at school was different. They have begun a science program that will involve planting a garden, learning the nutrition values of the foods, and I think eating new foods. Because of this the children had a short lesson in our classroom and then were pulled out in small groups all morning.
During centers one table was making a "If I had a dream" project. They wrote a dream for the world on a sort of human figure. Looks more like a gingerbread boy. They color it, add yarn and other things to make hair, eyes, etc. Then cut it out and glue to a piece of construction paper. I am checking them and notice J has glued yellow yarn between his figure's legs. It hangs from the crotch to the feet. I am afraid to ask what the hell, so I clue Ms H in. She checks it out, you're gonna love this one, J says he is peeing.
Just to make it a busier day, there was also a musical program put on by the K-3 grades. This went on for ever. Each class sang more than one song, some as many as three. They were cute and I am sure they sounded cute. But there was one huge problem. The music teacher seemed to think it was all about her. She wore a head set microphone, and it was turned all the way up. Consequently the children could rarely be heard. I couldn't believe her. She should have been leading them, not singing at the top of her lungs.
Between all these interruptions we did get some one on one work done. My two little boys, K and A, who really struggle to read, were working hard today. No crying, no fussing, no I can't read. A would tell me, "I don't know that word." And then we would sound it out together. But joy of joys, after struggling through the little book he looked up at me and asked, "Can I read another one?" Yes you can, and he sailed through it. It was a step harder, but he really read the book, even with expression.
As I was signing out in the office, I was introduced to K's mother, and I told her how hard he had worked today. She hugged me.
All in all, a lovely day.
During centers one table was making a "If I had a dream" project. They wrote a dream for the world on a sort of human figure. Looks more like a gingerbread boy. They color it, add yarn and other things to make hair, eyes, etc. Then cut it out and glue to a piece of construction paper. I am checking them and notice J has glued yellow yarn between his figure's legs. It hangs from the crotch to the feet. I am afraid to ask what the hell, so I clue Ms H in. She checks it out, you're gonna love this one, J says he is peeing.
Just to make it a busier day, there was also a musical program put on by the K-3 grades. This went on for ever. Each class sang more than one song, some as many as three. They were cute and I am sure they sounded cute. But there was one huge problem. The music teacher seemed to think it was all about her. She wore a head set microphone, and it was turned all the way up. Consequently the children could rarely be heard. I couldn't believe her. She should have been leading them, not singing at the top of her lungs.
Between all these interruptions we did get some one on one work done. My two little boys, K and A, who really struggle to read, were working hard today. No crying, no fussing, no I can't read. A would tell me, "I don't know that word." And then we would sound it out together. But joy of joys, after struggling through the little book he looked up at me and asked, "Can I read another one?" Yes you can, and he sailed through it. It was a step harder, but he really read the book, even with expression.
As I was signing out in the office, I was introduced to K's mother, and I told her how hard he had worked today. She hugged me.
All in all, a lovely day.
Monday, January 11, 2010
BEST LAID PLANS OF MICE AND MEN . . .
Today we got up really early, for us. Marty has jury duty and had to leave by 7:30. Most days we aren't up by 7:30. Anyway, I planned to get back in the bed and sleep another hour. Then I would start my day again.
Marty is not even out of the driveway and I am in the bed. I close my eyes and start to relax. Then I heard it beep, beep, beep, beep, beep and on and on, it sounds like our alarm clock but it's a truck backing up. Another truck, beep, beep, beep beep, beep, beep. Annoying, isn't it? Then the sawing began and the hammering, and the grinding, and the pounding with lots of loud voices yelling over all the noise. I had forgotten. Across the street and two doors up, remodeling going on.
If I am asleep I don't hear this noise. But trying to go back to sleep didn't work. After 15 minutes I gave up. Now that I am up and dressed I am real sleepy. I hope I stay awake while doing weddings this afternoon.
Marty is not even out of the driveway and I am in the bed. I close my eyes and start to relax. Then I heard it beep, beep, beep, beep, beep and on and on, it sounds like our alarm clock but it's a truck backing up. Another truck, beep, beep, beep beep, beep, beep. Annoying, isn't it? Then the sawing began and the hammering, and the grinding, and the pounding with lots of loud voices yelling over all the noise. I had forgotten. Across the street and two doors up, remodeling going on.
If I am asleep I don't hear this noise. But trying to go back to sleep didn't work. After 15 minutes I gave up. Now that I am up and dressed I am real sleepy. I hope I stay awake while doing weddings this afternoon.
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