Archive for November, 2006

Communist Oreos

Nick left at 6:45 am and arrived back in Canada safely. Elizabeth and I did 5 loads of laundry, and went to Market Basket. Gavin curled up in bed with a box of Kleenex and a glass of OJ, eventually he came out and programmed some.

Gavin, Eliz and I then watched Heartbreakers. I was a little surprised Gavin agreed to watch, parts of the movie make him whimper and hide (“it’s SCARY”).


In October, I posted about orange oreos. I am excited to announce that red “winter” oreos are now out. Why they are red and referred to as “winter” is beyond me. Red isn’t a winter color, red is usually Christmas. Why not just call them Christmas Oreos?

I guess it’s not politically correct enough. Then again, if you want to get political, we could call them Communist Oreos…

Correction: Nick has pointed out the cookies are NOT Communist, they are in fact, “WORKER-EMPOWERED Oreos!” (than again, he’s from Canada)

Update Eliz has arrived back in Ardmore safely.

5 Hours in the Prudential Food Court

Today we went to Church and we met up with Jenny, her sister Katie, and Mark (a mutual friend).


After church we went to the Prudential Food Court, we sat and talked for about five hours.

In the picture L->R Elizabeth, Jenny, Katie, Mark, Kindli, Gavin, Nick

Harvard Square

Today, after our 11 am waffle brunch (Nick had toast), we ventured to Harvard Square. After we’d seen most of the cute and trendy little stores in the area, we went to the Harvard Bookstore, where Gavin and I bought a few more books.


We also walked through the quad and Elizabeth and I posed with John Harvard (as were a large number of Japanese tourists).


After that we came home and had a late lunch of chili. Then Elizabeth and I made hot fudge sauce (we’re keeping it far away from Nick).

For more pictures click “pictures.”

so the day grew dark & cold

Today we went to the New England Aquarium (we saw sharks and cool looking turtles), followed the Freedom Trail past a few exciting buildings (the Old Meeting House, etc.), toured the grave yard next to the Boston Commons (where Paul Revere is buried) and came home. It was quite the walk and as the day progressed it became increasingly dark and cold.

Unfortunately, we forgot cameras, so Eliz purchased a disposable one at CVS.

I have no idea what we’re going to do tomorrow, probably something inside, where it’s warm and a little closer to home. Maybe a tour of Market Basket, or the basement/laundry room next door, or more realistically, Harvard Square or something along those lines.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving pictures have been posted.

There is something nasty feeling about reaching inside a turkey to pull out its giblets, and something decidedly cool feeling about rubbing the turkey down with orange marmalade.

Over all, there is a decided feeling of satisfaction when everything turns out well, the mashed potatoes, the mashed yams, the stuffing, the salad, the green beans, and, most importantly the turkey.


Either everyone really enjoyed it, or they did a great job pretending to. Not one negative word was mumbled about the food (at least not with in my ear shot, with the exception of loud grumbling about the turkey wanting to take forever to reach the right temperature).

At some point during the day everyone did something helpful. The party took place all day, in the kitchen, the living/dining room, and the office. Cooking, cleaning, lively discussion and playing games got everyone involved.

Tomorrow we’ve planned a full day with a trip to the New England Aquarium and a walking tour of the North End.

Count down to Turkey gutting time…

Today we started preparing for Thanksgiving. I laid out the buffet and found dishes for what we’ll be having: the turkey platter, bowls for the mashed potatoes, the yams, the green beans, then stuffing, and the gravy boat. I set up a side table for the salad and cranberry sauce. We will also have a table for drinks, sparkling water, ginger ale and sparkling cider.


Tomorrow we’re going to get up and put the turkey in the oven. It should cook for about 3 hours (it is 12 pounds, the smallest bird I could find), and we’re going to use Mom’s tried-and-true method of stuffing the bird with quartered oranges and using orange marmalade to glaze it.

Today I made the cranberry sauce myself. I used cranberries and a recipe from my grandmother’s 1967 Good Housekeeping Cookbook. It tastes quite good. We had a 1/2 pound of cranberries so I used one orange. You put them in the food processor with a cup of sugar and it comes out well mixed. It tastes great and has fantastic color (the camera did not do it justice).

Nick and Gavin helped make the stuffing. I found the recipe on SlashFood and it is Nick-safe, and Mike says not having stuffing at Thanksgiving is Communist (and we’d never want to be accused of that)! Gavin used the mandolin on onions while Nick double check the bread and gathered the spices. We also ran the stuffing through the food processor. That was fun! It also tastes great although it looks… special.

This evening for dinner we’re making a batch of Cousin Ann’s Chili. It is simmering happily away on the stove top now. If you’d like the recipe, please e-mail me.

There will be pictures of the Thanksgiving festivities posted shortly to Flickr. I’ll make a post to let everyone know when they’ve all been uploaded!

I’m so not shocked, then again, I’m Gen Y

Alissa Quart is trying to write a gripping, tell-all book that will uncover the evil corporations attempts to market teenagers.

Over the last decade, there has been an exponential increase in the intensity that manufactures employ to sell their stuff to the young. Today’s teens are victims on the contemporary luxury economy. They have grown up in the age of the brand, bombarded and defined by name products and intrusive and clever advertising strategies.

Please tell us something new. As one of the generation Y, those born between 1979 and 1995 for me, reading Branded, the buying and selling of teenagers is like preaching to the choir.

I can still vividly recall the “must have” brands of the late 90s when I was in highschool: Express, Old Navy, Jansport, Eastpak, Mustang, and Coke.

Every girl wore Express jeans, except me. I couldn’t ever justify how awful their jeans looked on me. One year for “twins day” eight senior girls showed up in navy-blue Old Navy logo shirts (everybody had at least one). You either had a Jansport or an Eastpack for a book bag or you were a no-one, every girl craved a Mustang convertible, and the drink of choice was Coke (or Dr. Pepper, but Coke advertised heavily at the school).

Of course these brands have probably all changed by now.

Ms. Quart seems increasingly shocked by the companies tactics and the teenage girls that buy into the system. Personally, I’m not all that shocked. Girls can be quite brutal to one another for good reason (and sometimes none at all). So the fashion industry is exploiting young women for their own evil capitalist ends. So it happens. So Ms. Quart isn’t offering any real solutions, she’s just horrified enough by the problem to write a book. So what?

So I would probably be more horrified if I wasn’t in the ambiguous “generation Y” who grew up with it. As it is, I can’t bring myself to be shocked, I’m really not surprised.

What is horrifying is some of the dated examples she uses. Backstreet Boys haven’t been popular in years! Hello! They were fading fast by the time I was in my first few years of highschool (late 90s).

Even the post 9-11 example she uses is a little dated. At the Eliz and I had a discussion about the blatant marketing of patriotism. When places like Claire’s was selling little flags and red white & blue paraphernalia (no where near the 4th of July). Exploiting tragedy and marketing to teenagers… we never came to a conclusion if it was brilliant, evil, or tacky, but we did have several conversations about the issue.

She also broaches the issue of birthday parties for tweens. I used to work at a place that held birthday parties for younger children, and I’ve done a little research into the industry myself (mostly to see what the competition for the place I used to work at was like).

If parents are willing to fork over $20+ per child for a group of 5 year olds, then yes, they are most likely to do the same for a group of teenagers (or go even further). I’m not surprised. Birthday parties are a sort of staus-symbol among the middle-class suburban housewives. If the child becomes accustomed to a huge birthday bash before they enter grade school, of course they’re going to keep wanting bigger, more extravagant things as they age. I don’t blame the marketers for this one, I blame the parents.

After a few shoddy examples of teen marketing in movies, Quart goes on to show examples of marketing in video games. First up, Tony Hawk and Quicksilver I can’t recall the last time I saw a Quicksilver anything (much less Tony Hawk… I guess I’m the wrong demographic). Personally, I see nothing wrong with some well placed products in both movies and video games (especially if something awful happens to them, like the BMWs in Fight Club).

The branding blame continues as Quart uncovers the horrors of the teens applying for college. The parents put them in prep schools, buy test prep and push for the kids to get into top-name schools. Is this supposed to be shocking?

At this point, I skimmed through the rest of the book disgusted. The book was published in 2003, the examples are dated (even for 2003) and nothing is really all that shocking. Is it because I’m of the generation she’s claiming is so branded? I don’t know.

Part of me admires the corporations capabilities to produce nonconformist items and exploit the angst of the teens. Claire’s and The Icing are the same brand, Hot Topic isn’t counterculture, it has a store in the mall, it’s mainstream culture.

Quart provides no answers. Branded echos other books like Fast Food Nation and Pledged. They really really want to shock you, horrify you, and make you question the larger corporate structure.

That is, like, so trendy!

The Evil Oven & the Troll Priest

Although Gavin has gotten much better about his World of Warcraft habits, every now and then I still find myself suffering from WoW-widowhood. Usually there are some bugs that just have to be killed, or a dragon that desperately needs to be slain, or some other mythical quest to go on to save some princess.

What happened to saving your wife from getting dishpan hands, or helping to banish the dust bunnies that breed in the dark recesses of the apartment? Clearly tasks too simple for a Troll Priest.

Today (Sunday), as my brave husband was gallantly slaying whatever the hell it was, so I ran the vacuum cleaner around the office, gave up trying to annoy him and decided to bake cookies.

The sweet smell of cookies in the oven is far more effective than trying to pry him away from the computer. About 1/2 way through the second batch’s oven time I heard a voice from the office:

“What smells so good?”
“I’m baking.”
“OOH! What?”
“Cookies. They’re orange chocolate…” my voice trailed off as I heard:
“COOKIES!!!!!!” and the pitter patter of feet down the hallway into the kitchen. Gavin appeared in his horrible plaid bathrobe. “I want cookies!”

The first batch was sitting on the counter cooling.
“Don’t touch those, they’re hot.”
Appropriately discouraged from eating the entire batch before they’d cooled, Gavin grumbled off to the office to continue his quest.


A short while later he reemerged: “I’m going to get dressed,” he proudly announced. “Have lunch, and then eat cookies!”

After lunch, the much awaited cookie appeared. The first words out of his mouth were: “Were they cooked long enough?”

The oven and I have been having an ongoing feud. Even with the oven thermometer it still enjoys under-baking and over-baking my cookies. I have tried baking them longer, baking them on different baking sheets, but no matter what, one of the two trays of cookies usually comes out close to inedibly ruined.

This time around, the first batch of cookies was a bit on the undercooked side, and adding the glaze the moment they came out of the oven didn’t help the firmness any. The second tray came out decently, I assume because the oven had finally warmed up enough.

Oven frustrations and one nearly ruined tray aside, the second tray of cookies turned out wonderfully.

Chocolate-Orange Dreams

1 1/4 c Firmly-packed brown sugar
3/4 c Golden crisco shortening
2 tb Orange juice
1 tb Vanilla
1 tb Finely grated orange rind
1 Egg
1 3/4 cAll-purpose flour
1 ts Salt
3/4 ts Baking soda
1 1/2 c Semi-sweet chocolate chips

Glaze:
1/2 c Icing sugar
2 1/2 ts Orange juice
1 1/2 ts Orange liqueur =(or more orange juice)

1. Preheat oven to 375F (190C). Place sheets of foil on
countertop for cooling cookies.
2. For cookies, combine brown sugar, shortening, orange
juice, vanilla and orange rind in large bowl. Beat at
medium speed of electric mixer until well blended. Beat egg into creamed mixture.
3. Combine flour, salt and baking soda. Mix into creamed
mixture just until blended. Stir in chocolate chips.
4. Drop by rounded measuring tablespoonfuls (15 mL) of
dough 3 inches (7 cm) apart onto ungreased baking sheet.
5. Bake one baking sheet at a time at 375F (190C) for 8
to 10 minutes for chewy cookies, or 11 to 13 minutes for
crisp cookies. DO NOT OVERBAKE.
6. For glaze, combine icing sugar, orange juice and
liqueur. Stir until well blended. Brush on cookies
immediately upon removing from oven. Remove cookies to foil cool completely.

Makes: About 3 dozen cookies

After empathizing deeply about the oven’s evil tendencies, the Brave Troll Priest went back to WoW land, and I went back to reading Branded, the buying and selling of teenagers.

And a warning, the cookies are super-sweet so only eat one at a time, and wash it down with a good deal of cold milk.

Garlic & Books

The other Sunday we were at the Prudential center and we stopped by Barnes & Nobel. Martha Stewart was on her book tour, signing her new book, Martha Stewart’s Homekeeping Handbook: The Essential Guide to Caring for Everything in Your Home.

It is always a little dangerous visiting a bookstore, we tend to buy a lot of books and then I have to find space for them on our shelves. I have no problem fitting things into LibraryThing, I’m quite thrilled with it, it is so wonderful to know what books we already have.

Gavin picked up quite a few sci-fi books, and I picked up Garlic and Sapphires, The Secret Life of a Critic in Disguise. I’d never heard of it, or Ruth Reichl (former New York Times food critic and current editor of Gourmet magazine), but I was quickly drawn in by Reichl’s engaging style and amusing antics.

The book talks about Reichl’s experiences as the NYTimes food critic and the costumes she donned to try and disguise herself so she could review restaurants incognito. She also talks about her son and husband’s reactions to her costumes and the new personalities she creates in the process.

Instead of pictures, Reichl includes recipes for the reader to try out at home. Eventually I’m going to have go through the book again and see if I want to try some the out. They look good, but I’m just cooking for two (and that can be tricky sometimes).

The book is fantastically written, and offers a very different perspective on New York City. Her recounting of incognito restaurant experiences also put a new perspective on the world of dining. Her son’s reviews of hash browns was also excellent.

Spare-Oom becomes Guest Oom

The Spare Oom has undergone a dramatic transformation just in time for the holiday season. With the simple addition of an air mattress, some high-count cotton sheets, a fuzzy fleece, warm down comforter and the demonic kitten pillow it has been transformed into a welcoming Guest Oom.


Nestled cozily between the bookshelf, exercise bike, the rubbermaid bin with the aloe vera and Gavin’s reading chair, it boasts quite the view out the window onto Dane Street (and quite a view of the poster of the Booty of Berlin poster as well).