tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112345412012-01-22T14:32:45.792-05:00Some of my favorite recipes: taking advantage of online storage for good measure.the dollimamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139917534234635011noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234541.post-27257620460189972142011-12-28T00:23:00.001-05:002011-12-28T00:26:14.450-05:00

Major FAIL. Bummer. But I think the "sugared pecans" (thanks, Susan B., for referring to them in such a kind way) still taste pretty good. Next time, I'll try Carl's advice and keep the heat low low low as I wait for the syrup to turn amber.

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It's Friday evening before Christmas Eve. A Chicago deep-dish pizza for dinner. One glass of Italian red wine. A shot of Jägermeister (don't judge — the bottle was a gift...thx, Eric!). Plus, Meghan told me that her friend Stephanie referred to me as a "hot salt-and-pepper head." So, I'm feeling a little "spicy" myself! But this isn't about me, it's about peanut brittle. I spotted a recipe a

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I have a HUGE paper grocery bag filled to the breaking point with "Someday" recipes: Someday I will make this, Someday I will sort this, Someday I will file this, Someday I will chuck this whole bag in the trash. So far, Someday hasn't arrived. BUT, I am getting a little closer since I got my new iPhone 4S. (Okay, so I haven't quite figured out my relationship with Siri, have become addicted to

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A dear friend recently wrote on facebook that she was mourning her Aunt Eulene who, by Eileen's account, made the BEST peach cobbler without using a recipe. It was a sad yet loving memory -- a small slice of a niece's love for her beloved aunt. So, when Gayle and I ran across boxes of luscious, fragrant, fresh peaches at Trader Joe's last week, I couldn't help but think of Eileen's aunt's

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After another hiatus, I'm back! I had another of my mini cooking frenzies last week—two nights of making full-blown dinners from recipes I ripped out of magazines. I had a treasure trove of possibilities since I powered through a HUGE stockpile of magazines during our recent 25-day driving trip from Akron through Nashville TN; Hot Springs AR; Georgetown, Austin and College Station TX; Baton

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The Carters' main bathroom is currently demolished but when rebuilt it's going to be beautiful! In the meantime, they've been trying to make-do with their closet-like half-bath on the first floor that consists mostly of a toilet and a sink. So for about two weeks, they've been bringing the girls to our house for their every-other-night bathing and it's been fun! But this week has been

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The simplicity of this recipe from singer Ingrid Michaelson (printed in the February 6, 2011, Parade magazine supplement to the Akron Beacon Journal) made it a no-brainer when deciding on a special cake to bake to celebrate Gayle's 34th birthday. And Ingrid was right: this cake looked ugly coming out of the oven but was positively YUMMY! I already have the ingredients to make another one...soon!

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It all began ten years ago... Meghan ended her first year of competing in local Ohio pageants --uh, scholarship programs!-- and Miss America was ready to be telecast. Of course, we had to gather to cheer on our Ohio girl who wore that year's coveted crown! Meghan asked whether we'd host a small party for the event and we agreed--deciding on a big pot of "Mom's Chili" and corn bread to feed the

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Okay, I admit it...I slipped a day. My excuse: we were babysitting our granddaughters a little later than we expected and ended up eating dinner close to midnight even though I had everything prepared in advance. So if you're curious, I made the "Almost Gyros" and related recipes from Saturday's post since being reminded about them made me hungry for the combination. It also gave me an

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It's been a wonderful, lazy Sunday--everyone I know is either nesting, staying in pajamas, visiting, watching TV, etc. Nothing productive seems to be happening today and we've been on that happy bandwagon. So, I'm counting yesterday's salad as today's recipe. Hey, it's my blog/my rules. As I jokingly told my Mom and Dad this week: "Ahm GROOWNNN, ahh kin do what ahh want!" Enjoy your day...

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3 recipes/1 day...trying to make up for lost time. Meghan and Kirk were trying low carb recipes and made these: "Almost Gyros with Cucumber Sauce" and "Addictive Salad." After trying them, we were immediately addicted. While I haven't made these two in tandem lately, I am now reminded and think we'll be having some this week. We made tiny adjustments in the prep of the gyros and, as always, I'm

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After two tearful "see you soons" this morning with dad at the house and mom at the hospital, I drove through a shit-storm of those awful "lovebugs" (Plecia nearctica) from Okeechobee to Orlando in order to catch a flight home. In other news, today is Day 2 of treatment for conjunctivitis (huge thanks to Doc Bermea for calling in a prescription from Akron to Okeechobee!)--I probably picked up the

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My last day in Okeechobee for this visit. I'm exhausted--I want to go home yet I want to stay here. So this recipe (and message) is for my Dad: When your supply runs out, Dad, you may be able to check this posting and make your own. And I love you and Mom so very much.Salad Crispies✔ 1 pkg. ramen noodles (discard flavor packet!)✔ 1 cup shelled pecan halves✔ 2 tablespoons butter✔ pinch of

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These don't take long to make and they're really wonderful!! A couple of years ago, I made 6 pounds--I put them in small glass jars (the kind with the glass lid and metal wire hinges like canning jars from World Market) and they made great holiday gifts! Spiced Pecans ✔ 1 pound pecan halves ✔ 1 teaspoon vegetable oil ✔ 1 teaspoon salt ✔ 2 teaspoons sugar ✔ 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper ✔ 1/2

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What a rough evening. Mom's back in the hospital as those of you who are on Facebook already know. And as I look at the clock, I realize that morning *is* here. Thus, my thoughts turn to breakfast. Here's a recipe I received from someone...oh, nevermind the story--I don't need to go there. This takes a "minute" but it's certainly worth it. Also, the dough triangles freeze well and can be

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I think you're out there...yes? I'm back in Okeechobee FL, visiting with my parents. If I could fix everything, I would...but I can't...so for now, I'm happy to just be here. Mom is fighting very hard to get healthy enough to have radiation for esophageal cancer. Dad is doing all he can to support her, including taking care of their dog Molly and things at the house.But right now, you're here and

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With tears of joy welling up in our eyes, today we witnessed the wedding ceremony of our dear friends, Debbie and Andy. May they have many happy and healthy years ahead--they deserve everything this life has to give. So again, no stories today--just shared deliciousness--today, in the form of a wonderful cake/icing recipe I received in the late 1970s when I was involved with Akron's Childbirth

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Sorry, no backstory today: Debbie Smith is getting married tomorrow and we need to get some sleep before the glorious event. We are surrounded by happiness and love!!!Speaking of love, Harvey loves wings. And this recipe went straight to his heart...but not in a bad way. With some planning ahead and very little effort, you, too, can make the best wings ever...perfect for football season!Jamaican

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I think most people who like to cook will agree that we get some of our best recipes from friends. We try something they make, beg for the recipe, and then pass it on (but not without giving due credit, of course!). That happened with the recipe Faith Orley gave Harvey for her White Chicken Chili. I'm not sure where Faith found this recipe but as far as we're concerned, it originated with her and

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Disclaimer and Spoiler Alert: okay, today it's gross but it ends with a nice glazed salmon.I should eat more fish and I know that. But I'm not a fan. It probably comes from spending 2 weeks in Canada on Devil's Lake for the Quattrocchi + Gillis families summer vacation from about the time I was in 6th grade through a couple of early college years. Oh, the vacations were FABULOUS--sun, boating,

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Thanks, Neil Young. Love the song.Those who know me are keenly aware that I'm not a morning person. For me, most mornings are like snow: best seen in lovely photographs. But there are times when being prepared for a morning comes in handy, like when you have a Family Sleepover, overnight guests, or an impromptu breakfast with friends like the Orleys to follow up a New Year's Eve party.So, how do

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This one recipe a keeper and speaks to my daughters' claims that I am a hoarder. But my real or exaggerated character flaw is not without good reason. You may weigh in...I pulled this recipe from a Better Homes & Gardens Magazine in April 1980. Yep...kept it all these years. There was something about the ingredients (after all, cinnamon AND garlic salt in a beef dish?!?) that made me want to try

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Jerk chicken is spicy and I have a slight tolerance for hot spice. But this mango salsa is a perfect complement to jerk spice! I got this recipe from the Akron Beacon Journal food section more than a decade ago and have made it quite a few times (not sure if I have the corresponding recipe for the jerk marinade but there are good jerk sauces/rubs to be found on grocers' shelves). Try it with any

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I've gotten quite a few recipes from my Mom that I cherish, especially sweet treats: nut rolls; boiled chocolate, peanut butter and horseshoe cookies (actually, I think the horseshoe recipe came to Mom from Aunt Helen); pineapple upside-down cake, etc. But this one is special--snickerdoodles. When she made them, we ate a many as we could get, still warm from the oven, until she realized we were

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On a trip to California to visit family a number of years ago, Lauri R. served up a batch of these drinks (along with her famous Lemondrops) and woweezowee--I LOVED them! She kindly shared the recipe with me and since then, they've been a staple at many of our own parties. Cable Cars are sweet, a little tart, cold, and delicious. But be warned--they'll sneak up and slam you into silly before you

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Grilling season is slowly winding down and it's kinda sad. So I'm going to pretend it's still summer and archive a seasonal recipe that I can't bear to lose!When we were kids, one of our big summer treats was a family ride to Wooster-Hawkins Shopping Center so we could go to The Flag Pole for foot-long hot dogs with coney sauce and soft serve ice cream. I really LOVED their coney sauce so when

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Okay, this one's a little crazy. But once you try it, you'll realize it's crazy GOOD! I found this recipe by following Lexi's Twitter link to thepioneerwoman.com. Intrigued by the oddity of one of the ingredients, I made it about a week ago during a cooking frenzy. Soon after the dish began baking, the aroma of buttery-sweet-cinnamon-goodness spread through the house. So, here's the recipe and I

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I hate it when I can't find an old tried-and-true recipe. I have stacks of clippings, magazines, and handwritten recipe cards that haven't yet been filed away properly. Not quite a "hoarder" but in this regard, it sure seems like I have those tendencies.Anyway, I've decided to begin storing some of my favorite recipes here for safekeeping. If you try anything and have a comment, please let me

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[This is a couple of days late but still, very heartfelt...] Wow, I can't believe it...Meghan is 30. Three-zero. Zero-to-thirty in the blink of an eye. You know, it's funny--I recall the early portions of my labors with Gayle and Liz with relative ease. However, with Meghan, her birth was so outstanding of an event that some of the early moments seemed to have faded. Yes, there are colorful

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March 5, 1984. Liz's Birthday.I thought I'd be at work at the Law School that day. I promised to work until my due date, which was that Monday. But on Friday, I was feeling pretty spunky...I felt good...energized. So I told them that I'd probably be in on Monday--whattheheck, right?At around 7:30am on Monday, I called Joan and admitted, "Uh, I probably won't be in today; I'm kinda busy." I was in

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Why is this night different than all other nights?Oh, wait—wrong holiday.February 13. The Day Before Valentine’s Day. Gayle’s Birthday.If I could have held on one more day, her middle name would have been “Valentine.” So cliché but I don’t care...and still, I’m a little sorry it didn’t work out that way.February 13, 1977. In the very early morning hours, I was kept awake by what I thought was gas

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welcome frankie jane! xoxo (from my phone)

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Okay, in September 2007 (!) I made a promise I couldn't/didn't keep. So sue me. If that's the way you really want to spend your money...if that's the way you roll...I guess life has gotten in the way of my blogging. If I had to pick between a moment to sit with Harvey and the pups or enter some not-too-witty blog, well, guess who wins? This is my mom (August 2008)--she is beautiful! You see,

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it's been so long...what to say? where to begin? i'm trying to think of something to post "du jour." mr. dun giggen used to do that before he became so charmingly distracted. hmmm...i'll give it some thought. any ideas?ciao, tesori xoxo

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i don't know why i get so easily persuaded by her: Saturday night, Anne told me i should change my "myspace" profile song. And i did. On the spot. But upon a fresh-listen to the new ("...it's PERFECT!!") song in the clear light of a Monday--and knowing who i really am--i changed it back to my tried-and-true L&L All-Stars singing "I'm from Akron" ("...i know what polymers taste like--tastes like

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I know Mombi tagged me so that my wonderful photo of elevator literature will get bumped down further. Bump, bump, bump...it's like the Miss Ohio boards! Well, always willing to go the extra mile for one of my girls, here goes:1. I've come to realize that my family...becomes more dear and beloved as they grow older.2. I am listening to...Christmas music in my office. Gotta love the iTune shuffle!

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How happy am I?? Dinner at Luigi's with Gregory after the lecture was an unexpected treat and major kudos to Bongo Bob for the hook-up. Harvey and I adored his company and would love to be his new Best Friends Forever (BFFs)--he's articulate, witty and fascinating; no small wonder that Wicked is so fabulous...

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Our home is beginning to show signs of the season. Yes, "it's the most wonderful time of the year...!" I owe a huge thank you to The Right Reverend Mombi who loaned me her copy of the BH&G Halloween edition, which provided a lot of great ideas. Plus, I admit that I was really impressed with the decorating she and her Pirate did in their apartment. Those two sure know how to put the "Ween(ie)" in

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Here we are at Chateau Chenonceaux in the Loire Valley of France -- this may be one of my favorite pictures of us. We are so grateful to have such dear friends...here we are with Joe and Emiko.Drop me a line if you want me to see our pictures as they're added to Snapfish.jusqu'à plus tard,xo

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Our two-week vacation to Europe was fantastic...the stuff that dreams are made of. London, Paris (Right Bank), Chartre, Blois, Chenonceaux, Mont St. Michel, back to Paris (Left Bank) and finally, back to London to see "Wicked" before our return home. Our dear friends, Joe (Remy) and Emi planned the perfect itinerary...every detail was taken into consideration, down to the exact timing of the

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there's this blog that i read. i can't stop myself. no, really...i tried. but i can't help but wonder what banality might be printed next. so i'm thinking to myself--who are u to judge? i mean, you blog maybe once a month and blame it on being too busy? well, to borrow a phrase from mombi, eff that! maybe if i write the literary equivalent of a train wreck, others will find it appallingly

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I love it when I hear The Bean repeat that line from "Dora." And it's so appropriate here because I'm going to steal a bit of fodder from my son-in-law, Kreahs. I don't think he'll mind since this stuff is too good not to share:"Tales from the daycare""Elliott would not let me clean her nose so she pulls out what was in her nose and eats it. Miss Fatimah & I try to get it out or let it run out.

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It's been so long and while the lunch ladies make a really attractive group, I thought I'd drop back in to make a cameo. First, isn't this a great picture of Dolli? It was in March, at breakfast in Chicago with our friend, Paul.Second, while much has been going on, the Big Personal Dolli News is MBTs. She loves these shoes, she rocks back and forth and has YET TO FALL... you should see her tuck

H. Harveynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234541.post-1149132157095940462006-05-31T23:00:00.000-04:002006-08-17T23:33:14.980-04:00

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Okay, so I woke up on Mother's Day with another case of vertigo--the second since March. Luckily, I had some Antivert on hand, which I began taking. Then I called the doctor's office to schedule an appointment, which was today. When I finally met with the doctor today, I had a burning question--one that seemed quite legitimate. You tell me:When I have the dizzying experience, I note that the

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...in fact, I don't have to say that at all.

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Even through a dark and stormy night, HHarvey and his sidekick, Clicky, are ever at the ready--guarding everyone at Casa Oro against the marauding killer robin (see prior post) who threatens our very existence; at the least, causes debilitating sleep deprivation when in full onslaught. Or maybe the two of them just felt like going out in the rain tonight with the trusty Red Ryder BB gun and

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Okay, so it looks weird. We had to do it; we had no choice. It was either that or buy a shotgun to blast a hole in a giant male robin that each morning--at the BUTT-CRACK of dawn--would fly headlong, chest first, into our window. With a rhythm that Gene Krupa would admire--albeit a slow one--he'd sit on a dead branch of the rhodadendron below the window, view his reflected image in all its

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We do! We were so glad that Dao and The Bean were able to spend a few days in o-HI-o! We're looking forward to their return with Daddy Fer in July!

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It's so nice to get a call from one of the kiddos--completely out of the blue with no strings attached. I get to find out what's going on without reading it in their blogs!And so it was that today I was getting ready to call it a day at work--my first day back in just over 9 weeks of medical leave--and D-Lidz calls to tell me that she is the recipient of not one but TWO art scholarships! One is

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D-Mom’s getting better. D-Mom’s looking better. D-Mom’s feeling better.This is good.But she’s turning me into my old disorganized self by starting to take over little household chores.This is NOT good.When I knew that if I didn’t do it, it wouldn’t get done, I was a happy, productive Harvey who’s work was never done, so there was no opening for Mister Inert to raise his wooly, ugly head!!! No

H. Harveynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234541.post-1144125892244150582006-04-04T00:43:00.000-04:002006-04-04T00:44:52.246-04:00

So I did. Aren't you glad you got us started, Mombi?

H. Harveynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234541.post-1144125539263647382006-04-04T00:34:00.000-04:002006-04-04T00:46:31.710-04:00

I have nothing more to add. Isn't that bad enough?

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Every once in a while, barkyboy chides me for spending some time with my beloved blogs: baddao, mombi, markovicious, zaina, kcshow, dooce, and now jammed-on-on. Each night before I go to bed, I find it soothing to know that Blog's in his heaven and all's right with the world--or that one of my kids is suffering/recovering from a malady or struggling with a barf issue. There's always

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Okay, so some of you read Dao's blog and are fascinated by her stories about The Bean. As a bonus for our faithful readers, I thought I would share some complementary pictures to her blog for today. These are pictures of Miss Bean from last Saturday in a pre-barf state. It was a lovely site for grandparents to behold. Yes, running, jumping, chasing balloons, swinging, sliding, climbing--every

the dollimamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139917534234635011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234541.post-1143091445255837342006-03-23T00:14:00.000-05:002006-03-24T00:38:33.513-05:00

The Bean got a bubble-blower gun from her Texas grandparents as part of their early Easter present to her. Or should I say that Bean's DAD got a bubble-blower gun! I couldn't tell who was having more fun--Daddy or Daughter. But I do know that the hardwood floor quickly became covered in slippery soapy bubble sauce which sent Bean sliding like a 2006 Olympic figure skater! Not even her trusty Dora

the dollimamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16139917534234635011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234541.post-1139077845121885022006-02-04T13:18:00.000-05:002006-02-04T13:30:45.133-05:00

So it's like a "double-dog-dare"--Mombi tagged me with one of those ubiquitous question surveys. She knows how highly competitive I am in non-athletic challenges (no, that wasn't one of the questions in this particular survey). So here's my attempt to fit into the blogger world with the rest of you, dear 3 readers. Now I'm tagging Markovicious, The KC Show, and Katochanel--who I figure will blow

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We love the little Bean! I'm so happy to have spent the weekend with you...be a good little 18-month-old for your Mama and Dada, ok? Until our next visit, xoxo "Nama"

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Testing...testing--one, two, three. Is this thing on?

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