Today is recovery day in St. Louis. Lambert-St. Louis airport is closed and our friends in the northern corridors of the city and county are in recovery mode. There is debris everywhere. Homes flattened, roofs ripped off. There are live shots on the news of people wandering in their roof-less homes picking up pieces of pottery, boxes, trinkets and other memorabilia. It is beyond comprehension. My heart goes out to them. It is all so very sad.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
There is a running joke in this house that my "best" cooking happens when I am most "stressed" for time. Seems I have been more and more stressed for time lately, and generally "stressed" overall. That's how this little pot of a meal came about--I looked at the clock, it was nearly six and hubby was due home: SOON! I did what any stressed wife in my predicament does, grabbed the cutting board, an onion, garlic, celery and carrots and said: it's in god's hands now. (Well, not really, but I sort of felt providence had something to do with the dinner finale.)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
This is one of our rescued girls who gets to live out her life in our home as one of the family. She is one of the lucky ones. We do not, nor have we EVER considered her: livestock!
Front page news: Missouri bill takes bite out of Prop B. It has come to pass in this state late yesterday afternoon that the will of the people was overturned. Our state just voted to weaken the provisions in voter-approved Prop B which was designed to protect animals from cruelty and abuse by greedy money-grabbing breeders. Dogs living out their entire lives in stacked wire cages on top of other dogs with barely enough room to turn around . . . will sadly remain in those cages if our governor does not veto this bill. (Here is a link to the governor's website.) It actually came down to a debate in which luddites ruled. I could not make this up if I tried. I am more and more beginning to think all that Wide Open Space where the "rurals" live may in fact contribute to delinquency and group think ignorance. Perhaps it's in the water. It's puppies! How can you sleep at night--you just voted to NOT. Help. Puppies! The animal advocates in Missouri will NOT take this lying down, as I'm sure our country brethren would like us to do. Below are some choice statements made during the debate regarding puppies and dogs and why Missouri lawmakers overturned the voter-approved Proposition B:
*Dogs are property.
*Dogs don't have rights.
*Folks in the city pamper their pets, while [we] agricultural people view dogs as livestock. (LIVESTOCK?!)
*If this thing [Proposition B] goes into effect, thousands of people are out of work, they lose their jobs and they lose their investment. (Pardon me while I wipe away a tear and consider that it is JUST those types who practice dog breeding to THAT degree that breeding puppies could support a family business who are probably--no make that most likely--breeding them so fast and so often that NOTHING good could come of it! Nothing.)
That's all I have to say on the matter this morning as I stare into the eyes of our beloved rescue--a purebred, suffering from an illness most likely caused from overbreeding. I've already sent my letter to the governor asking that he please veto this absurdity.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies (from Alice Medrich's: Chewy, Gooey, Crispy, Crunchy Melt-in-Your-Mouth Cookies!)
The challenge was: bake something to ease the pain. Emotional pain. This has been a rough two weeks. Not only have we dealt with the recent illness of our baby girl, my husband received a bit of bad news Monday after a nearly four hour doctor appointment. Yes, I freaked out after the email came in mid-afternoon: Still at doc. WHAT?! So then I called him. Then wept. I can't go into it now, but will say, we have a long summer ahead of us. We are still absorbing the news. I booked a flight for my sister to come visit at the end of the month. Sister time is mandatory right now. Eating three of these cookies straight from the oven last night was mandatory, too. It didn't solve our problems, but boy did they ease at least some of the pain.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Last week was a replay of something I've been through before. While husband was out of town, I noticed a change in our baby girl. (She's not the baby per se, she is one of our oldest rescues). There was a lethargy. There was a slight reluctance to eat. There was a cough. There was a stumble. I knew in my heart something had happened or was happening. I waited and watched. I monitored. I called our vet Friday morning. I said I needed to bring our girl in, but her sissy and brother needed to come too because I didn't want her to feel like she had something wrong with her (dogs have a keen sense of moods and changes and can sense anxiety) --so I loaded the car and off we went--just like we were all going in for our routine check-up. Remarkably, her brother and sister behaved really well during the car ride, me trying to reassure that all would be alright. Our baby girl hates cars. Gets car sick, always has.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Yesterday was such a gorgeous day here in St. Louis, temps in the upper sixties, crystal blue skies. Perfect weather. It was hard to stay in one spot for very long. I was up and about, went for a run (my first in quite some time because finally I think my lungs can handle it) plus I took the time to just explore the backyard with the kids (the four-legged ones)--they loved the weather, too.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Where is the King Ranch and why are they credited with this casserole? Apparently a reporter (or two) from several Texas newspapers have asked the good folks at the King Ranch this very question and no one there can claim its origins being from their ranch. I'm sure Texas being Texas, they just thought it belonged there. For all we know some homemaker from Wyoming threw this together in a desperate attempt to feed her family. All my taste buds are jumping into June, but the flexing temps outside dictate casserole. What the casserole lacks in looks, it completely makes up for in taste. If it bakes, browns and melts, it works. And truthfully, more often than not, when I have no idea what we'll be having for dinner, nine times out of ten it ends up being a casserole (and the vestiges of my pantry).