Edibles

The New Yorkers and foodies will know just how wonderful a discovery I have made. My dad just bought a new grill, and I've learned that I can make Cuban grilled corn - a la Cafe Habana. Found the recipe online.

I made a couple of changes to the recipe. Instead of cayenne pepper powder/chili powder, I used Tobasco chipotle sauce (couple of dribbles before putting on the mayo and sour cream mixture). And because I didn't have Cotija cheese, I shredded some Monterey Jack and hoped for the best. But the best idea I had was adding some garlic powder to the sour cream and mayo concoction. Most other recipes called for garlic butter, so I decided to mix the two ideas for an even fattier (read: tastier) treat.

No pictures of the results, but you can bet the corn was effing delicious. Grilled until the husks burned off. Topped off with more lime juice than was necessary. Yum.

Burgers were involved too, but the corn definitely overshadowed the burgers. I'll have more time to experiment with different burger flavors in the future now that I've figured out I don't have to wait in line forever to get Cuban grilled corn.

Poem for you

Happy Summer

It's impossible to eat a watermelon
Without sweet nectar dripping down your chin
And a big, fat, goofy grin

My dad just brought home the first watermelon of the year. Countdown to summer begins.. now.

Happy Mother's Day

I was surfing online, and I found a video on Youtube of Shel Silverstein's reading of The Giving Tree, a childhood classic. I've posted the video below for those of you who want to reminisce or for those who haven't read the book yet. It's really quite touching.

How appropriate that I stumble upon this video today of all days. The Giving Tree (notice that Shel referred to her with a feminine pronoun) is a lot like my mom. She's never asked for much from her children. Instead, she agreeably gives everything of hers away whenever we ask.

Over the years I've taken a lot from my mom. I like to think that I've given things back, but I know I haven't returned the favor often enough. I'm not talking about material goods. My family was never one for giving presents and having objects lying around. I mean that I don't often show the appreciation that I actually feel. I'm not one to express my feelings often (okay, ever), but I'm also not sure if even just saying things like "thank you" and "I love you" are enough.

I do know that despite my yearnings for independence, I'll continue depending on my mom forever. Even when I'm old and she's given away all that she's could, I'll still need her around even if just for the company. At first, the little boy in The Giving Tree seemed like such a selfish brat, draining the tree of all her assets without even offering to nurture her in any way. But as I go through the story again, I also see that he has forever depended on the tree. He leaves, but always comes back. And I guess what I'm trying to say is, even though it may seem like I'm going off and doing my own thing, I'll always want to come back for my mom.

Photoshoot

It was warm and sunny last weekend, so I took this little monster out for some fresh air. A little sun mollified the beast for at least a little while.








"Does this camera angle make my butt look big?"


Ah, there's the holy terror we all know and love.