Because I Got Online

Thanks, Afroman, for helping me recognize my addiction.

I was gonna clean my house until I got online
I was gonna get up and kiss my spouse but then I got online
my house is still messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got online [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna fold the clothes before I got online
I coulda hid them and nobody’d notice but I got online
(La da da da da da da da da)
I am wearing dirty yoga pants and I know why, (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got online [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna cook some food but then I got online
I’ll just eat a bowl of cereal since I’m online
now I’m getting Blogger’s Butt and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got online [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I was gonna watch the news before I got online
I was gonna catch How I Met Your Mother but then I got online
It’s ok ‘cause they’re both on the ‘Net and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got online [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I wasn’t gonna sit here all day but I was online
I was gonna get up and take a shower but I was online
(La da da da da da da da da)
Now I smell really bad and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- because I got online [repeat 3X]

(La da da da da da da da da)

I’m gonna stop singing this song because I’m online
I’m singing this whole thing wrong because I’m online
and if I don’t get anything else done I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I’m online [repeat 3X]

La da da da da da, La da da da, Shoop shooby doo wop.

Get jiggy wit it, skibbidy bee bop diddy do wahhh

- cause I’m online [repeat 3X]

Hangin’ out with Lovelinks this week. Come on over and find some new stuff.

Monday Meals: Basic pork roast

Pork roast is one of the staples in my freezer. It’s something I grew up on and have continued to share with my family.

A quick search on Pinterest or Tastespotting will reveal that it’s also a beautifully blank canvas on which you can create a variety of tastes.

Make it sweet, make it spicy. Make it stuffed, make it saucy.

Occasionally I’ll branch out and try these variations, but usually I stick to the slightly adapted version of my mom’s tried-and-true recipe.

It’s pretty easy, and because I use a crock pot it’s one of those “set it and forget it” type meals that are perfect for busy weekdays or hectic holiday weekends. Also, it’s great for when you’re feeling stabby. You’ll see why in a bit.

Savory Pork Roast and Gravy

1 3-lb pork roast
1 onion, sliced
3 cloves garlic, sliced
½ cup pickled peppers of your choice
2 cups water or broth
Seasoning salt
Pepper
1 Tbsp olive oil

Start with a fresh or defrosted pork roast, whichever cut you prefer. This time, I had a sirloin roast in the freezer. Stab your roast repeatedly on all sides. This is great for relieving holiday frustrations.

Stuff each hole with alternating garlic and pepper slices, then liberally coat with seasoning salt and pepper. This time, I used Cavender’s Greek seasoning (this stuff is amazing and I put it on just about anything), kosher salt and black pepper.

Heat oil in a skillet and sear all sides of the roast.

Place the sliced onions in the bottom of the crock pot, set the roast on top and pour the water or broth (I used some leftover veggie broth) over the top.

Cover and cook on low for at least 4 hours or until a meat thermometer reads 145 degrees Fahrenheit. I left this one to cook for about 6 hours, and it was fall-apart tender.

It’s traditional in my family to thicken the gravy with a tiny bit of cornstarch slurry and to serve with rice and some kind of greens.

Check out Glory canned vegetables if you get a chance, they’re my favorite when I’m too lazy to make a side dish from scratch.

Hark, the herald camels sing

I had caught a great deal online for a cutesy Fisher-Price Little People nativity set, and was very excited when it arrived the other day just in time to prevent a toddler mutiny.

Having grown increasingly bored with his massive toy collection, my son had begun disassembling our entertainment center and playing Frisbee golf with our DVDs.

When I unwrapped the set, he immediately climbed down from his precarious perch atop the television, put down the Wii sensor bar and came running to investigate.

He smiled and cooed with I pressed the angel on top of the stable and it began to play music. He gave kisses to Mary and Joseph, and laughed happily with the three wise kings.

For about five minutes.

The rest of this week?

This.

Monday Meals: Caramel Apple Pie

I know a lot of people closely guard their favorite recipes. Some won’t even write them down for fear of sneaky pilferers. I have a cousin who makes a great banana pudding and said she’d tell me how if I promised never to bring it to a family function, because it was her thing. (I promise, Jenny, I’ve never served it to anyone you know, and I gave you full credit when I did make it.)

When I decided to share my apple pie recipe, I admit, I felt a little naked. This pie is, along with my praline-filled carrot cake, my thing. But I’d love for you to take it and maybe make it your thing if you’d like. This is me, learning to share.

But first!

You know when you take a stand on something and then later you go against what you said? Awwwwwkward.

Awhile back my friend Denae asked me to write a guest post for her about holiday traditions, but I ended up breaking tradition. Oops.

Follow me here and see how I screwed up.

I was featured on New Mom Adventure

Now on with the pie. Pronounced PAH with a Southern drawl. Get it right. 

Last year, our sweet neighbor had a bumper crop of apples, and he would walk through the neighborhood once a week and drop off huge bags full of fruit.

I had apples in bowls, apples on countertops, apples taking up every drawer in the fridge.

And my husband hates fruit.

Except.

Except if it’s baked in a pie.

Now, believe it or not, I had never made a fruit pie before. I spent an afternoon hanging out on AllRecipes.com reading reviews of different recipes. It was overwhelming.

People are fanatical about their pie, especially apple pie. Nobody makes pie better than mom/grandma/Aunt Sue and don’t you even try to pretend like you can serve storebought crust and call yourself an American.

I was so stressed out that I turned to the bottle.

And then I had an idea.

Instead of soaking the apples in lemon juice, like one recipe suggested, what if I marinated them in Maker’s Mark, then seasoned them, then made a caramel-ish sauce and drizzled it over everything?

And what if I went ahead and bought premade crust at the store, but made up for it by cutting a latticework top?

So I made one. It lasted a day thanks to some visitors with hefty appetites. (Really, my husband ate the whole thing, but he made me write that.)

The next day, my neighbor showed up again with two bags of apples. Peeling and coring all that by hand did not sound like fun, so I went and picked up one of these brilliant things, and spent an entire weekend baking pies.

I sent one to the apple man, one across the street, one next door. Pie for everyone!

I was really looking forward to a repeat performance this year, but my neighbor’s trees did not yield a single apple. Not one. We were very sad.

Fortunately, there’s no shortage of them at the market and even though they’re not free and they don’t taste nearly as good, they’ll still make a pie. Or four.

Mamamash’s Caramel Apple Pie

1 premade pie crust in a pan (freezer section)
1 premade pie crust, rolled (refrigerated section)
1/2 cup unsalted butter
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup water
8 tart apples – peeled, cored and sliced
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
2 tablespoons Maker’s Mark plus 1 shot
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1 can 7UP

In a tall glass, mix a shot of Maker’s Mark with a can of 7Up over ice. Put your feet up and sip while your husband/kid/friend who owes you a favor peels, cores and slices the apples.

Place apples in a bowl with cinnamon, nutmeg, whiskey and juice.

Melt butter in a sauce pan. Stir in flour. Add white sugar, brown sugar and water; bring to a boil. Reduce temperature, and simmer 5 minutes.

Fill your bottom crust with apples, mounded slightly. Cover with a latticework crust.
Learn how to do that here.

Gently, slowly, ever-so-carefully pour the sugar and butter liquid over the crust.

Cover the edges with foil or pie crust savers and bake 15 minutes at 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Reduce the temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C), and continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes.

If I Could Turn Back Time

Dear 18-year-old Julie,

(with the fuzzy eyebrows and penchant for terrible gold jewelry)

We need to talk. There are a few things you’re going to totally screw up over the next few years.

Luckily, my friend Jamie at Chosen Chaos has given me this opportunity to write you a letter.

Since Jamie can work magic, like the time she removed melted crayon out of an entire load of a laundry, I figure maybe she can get this letter delivered and save us some grief.

Love,

The other you

Head over to Jamie’s and see how I screwed up and how I would change it.

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Neti Potter and the Deathly Nose Blows

When we went to Texas last month, my husband whined mentioned to my grandmother that he’d been fighting the same sinus irritation and post-nasal drip for several weeks.

My grandparents were thrilled.

What’s so exciting about snot, you ask?

Well, my grandparents are evangelical neti pot converts, eager to convince owners of virgin nostrils that shoving the tip of a plastic watering can up said nostrils then irrigating the innocent sinuses within is the only way to nose nirvana.

You’ll meet a lot of people like this nowadays. They’ll extol the virtues of saline, swear by their own battery-powered (!!!) nasal cavity pressure washer and make fun of you for being a sissy for not trying it.

Well ‘scuse me, but Mama taught me at a young age not to stick things in my nose and she was right about most stuff, so I’m gonna pass.

My husband, however, was so desperate to be able to breathe normally that he willingly subjected himself to a nasal douching aided by my sweet granny.

And he did in fact enjoy the experience so much that he had me purchase for him his own little pot and packets of cleansing powder to take back to Kansas City with us.

It’s not a grievous hyperbolization to say that there have been several times over the last few weeks where I’ve wanted to drown my husband in the toilet after listening to him gurgle and hack after flooding his sinuses.

As much as I hate listening to the noises he makes while observing his new ritual, it’s nothing compared to how grossed out one of his employees was the other day, although she handled it much better than I would have.

Something had gone wrong with that morning’s nose watering. Saline went in, but saline did not come out. No amount of glugging or snarfing would get his head to drain.

I might have giggled a bit as he left for work.

While performing his duties later that morning, some of which require bending over, he was overcome with the urge to sneeze.

With his head lowered, he took a deep breath in preparation for that sneeze and was shocked when his nose unleashed a massive, salty splat of saline and snot upon the floor.

His employee, while surely disgusted, remained professional and merely said, “Neti pot, huh?”

I stringently object to the normalization of this practice, so I turned to the internet for support.

Only, it seems as if the rest of you people have been drinking the kool aid as well.

Observe:

Dana K over at Really, What Were We Thinking   (Makes it look cute with her adorable accent. )

And

Poppy at Funny or Snot   (The first I’d ever heard of a battery-powered nasal assault weapon. Also gets credit for coining the phrase “nasal douche.”

What about you? Are you a believer?

Monday Meals: Talkin’ Turkey

Last year I hosted Thanksgiving at my house, which meant not only did I have to clean behind the toilet and wipe off the three inches of dust that collected on the ceiling fan, I also had to provide the turkey.

Now, I’m a pretty experienced cook but the thought of tackling the turkey freaked me out. I couldn’t face the possibility of burning the bird and having to serve cold cuts along side our beautiful casseroles and perfect pies.

Luckily, my mom had come into town and she walked me through the basics. I also added in a couple of ideas of my own and we ended up with a fantastic turkey and a magical meal.

I had a few requests from friends to share my turkey tips, so here you go.

Mamamash Talks Turkey: Do’s and Don’ts

DO plan ahead. Most turkeys are sold frozen, so you’ll need to plan for defrosting time. It takes 24 hours to defrost 5 pounds of turkey, so do the math and realize that 20-pound bird you’ve purchased needs four days just to reach a non-frozen state.

DON’T defrost the bird in the sink. It must be kept cold. Place the turkey in the refrigerator in a jelly roll pan lined with paper towels so you don’t end up with unwanted juices mingling with the fresh produce. Salmonella is not a good way to lose the holiday weight.

DO remember to remove the giblet bag once your turkey is defrosted. It’s not a nice surprise to pull it out in the middle of carving your bird at dinner.

DO brine your turkey. Once your turkey is defrosted, you’ll need an extra 12 hours to brine it. The night before, while you’re off marinating yourself in martinis in order to calmly handle your houseful of relatives, soak the bird in a salt solution in order to increase the moisture holding capacity of the meat. You can choose from many brines, like this one here, or this one, or this.

DON’T substitute one cup of table salt for one cup of kosher salt when making your brine. Table salt is much saltier.

DO continue to keep your bird chilled while brining. You must keep your turkey chilled to at least 40 degrees Farenheit during the brining process. If your brining container won’t fit in the fridge, put the turkey in a cooler, cover with ice, and pour the brine over the top. Stick it in the garage overnight if it’s cool outside. Last year, my turkey hung out in its cooler in the bathtub. To be completely honest, it was very odd to be doing my business next to a large dead bird, but definitely worth it.

DON’T attempt to deep fry a frozen or wet turkey. It will explode and burn down your house. Seriously, Google fried turkey mishaps. You’ve been warned. In fact, here are some great tips for frying birds.

DO let your turkey come to room temperature before cooking it. It will roast/fry/smoke more evenly that way.

Now, if you’re smoking or frying your bird, check here and here for tips on those two methods. I’m going to continue on discussing how to roast the perfect turkey.

DON’T be afraid of the butter. Pull a Paula Deen and set out a whole stick of butter, y’all. Soften it, then gently separate the skin from the bird and rub that butter all over the place. Give the bird a nice butter massage.

DO be creative. If you want to use herbs, place them inside the gap you’ve made between the breast and skin. If you like citrus, throw some orange slices into the bird’s cavity. Be sure to salt and pepper the skin as well. If you don’t have a roasting rack, line the bottom of a roasting pan with carrots and celery stalks to elevate the bird.

DON’T ever cook the turkey with stuffing inside. Yes, I know that’s how your mom did it. No, the fact that fact that you never got sick doesn’t discount the fact that it’s a recognized health hazard. If you must have your dressing flowing out of the turkey as you place it in all its glory on the table, stuff it with separately cooked stuffing when you pull it out of the oven.

DO truss up the bird’s legs for more even roasting. Also, it looks cool. Look, you’re a chef!

DON’T forget to preheat the oven. It can take 30 minutes for a cold oven to reach 325 degrees Farenheit.

DO roast the bird with its foil-covered breast side up in the oven at 325 for 20 minutes per pound if previously frozen and 12 minutes per pound if fresh.

DON’T even think about peeking until about 45 minutes before you estimate the turkey to be done. Remove the foil so the breast will brown and check the internal temperature. Baste with the pan juices.

DO ensure that the meat reaches 180 degrees at deepest spot between the leg and the breast.

DON’T immediately cut into the bird. Tent it with foil and let it rest for 20 minutes so the meat can absorb all the juices back in.

DO lay claim to your favorite piece before allowing anyone else near the bird. After all, you’re the one who’s been working on this dish all week and if you want a leg, dammit, you get a leg.

If you happen to run into a turkey emergency, don’t forget the awesome experts at the Butterball Turkey Talk-Line. I’ve never used their services, but I’ve heard that they are enthusiastic and very helpful.

Also, if you’d like to bring something besides green bean casserole to your family’s celebration this year, try this corn casserole from  The Bearded Iris.

Good luck and have a Happy Thanksgiving!