Crumb-y Chicken and Pasta

Pasta with oil, garlic and breadcrumbs... such a simple and magnificent dish to begin with, but it just reached a new degree of easy...

After baking breaded chicken, remove to serving platter, add more garlic and EVOO to pan and sauté with leftover crumbs, on stove top. Add cooked pasta and freshly ground pepper. Give it a stir, a sprinkling of parsley flakes and plate. 

HINTS:

This works with any kind of breading, including cornflake crumbs.

Short pasta is my preference for this dish.

Whenever cooking pasta, remember to take some of that starchy, boiling water from the pot, just in case you need a liquid-y stretch in final dish. This works especially well for oil-based sauces, reducing the calories by boatloads without diminishing flavor.

Buon Appetito!

March... What's It Gonna Be?

Ah, we all know the old adage, "In like a lion and out like a lamb." But is that how March shall go? Clearly, there's still ice on the rivers, albeit glacier-style and floating, at this time. "Thanks" here to Mother Nature for dealing us a relatively mild winter. In keeping with the almost-season...

The only time cleaning has a good ring to it is when prefaced by the word spring. Here at Stacey, lots of woolly blankets have already been swapped out for lighter, brighter brethren. So, what's with the photos?

Can't you just feel the threat of winter and its attempt to hang onto black and white frigidity, in this one?

And doesn't it seem as though spring attempts to strong-arm its way through the darkness, bringing shades of sunshine, in this?

Now for the truth...

I've this compulsion to snap photos wherever and whenever the opportunity presents itself. So, why not from inside the car, as Joe spring-cleans his truck a tad, washing away mud that also speaks, 

"Spring!"

It's true. These are carwash photos. Have a chuckle on me, followed by a great march through March...

longer, brighter days are right around its corner.

Putting On The Ritz

Joe's Thursday route is my favorite, so I often ride shotgun. If time allows, we have lunch by the river in one of the classy restaurants that have seemingly sprung from nowhere. While soaking in the water-views, it is very easy to forget that just a block or two away, a city lies in ruin. What must be the longest freight train ever chugs over tracks that separate this side from that... clearly creating boundaries for a study in contrasts.

Newburgh, once known to typify all-American perfection, has deteriorated beyond belief. Taken from the second link, below:

 "Deemed an 'All-American City' by LOOK magazine in 1953, Newburgh began a steady decline. By 1981, it topped a federal list of the most distressed areas in the United States."  

Yet there are visionaries who never fail in their attempts to restore a building... or maybe just a wall of a building... or a park... or perhaps (link) a theater. Little, loving touches that cast a glimmer of light. Imagine our surprise when we discovered the newly enhanced wall of The Ritz. We stopped for a photo shoot... and just moments ago, I researched the touching stories behind the wall.

Read for yourselves about (link) Dmitri Kasterine and his incredible work of meaningful art, NEWBURGH: PORTRAIT OF A CITY. And visit, sometime, to witness the 61-foot mural appropriately named "Transcendence", created by Chile's Dasic Fernandez. 

Where there is life, there is clearly hope.

Congratulations, Rock Hill!

Bri and pals placed first in the East Coast Firemen's Race at Hunter Mountain, donating $2,350.0 in prize money to the Captain Matthew Porcari Children's Fund, Owego, NY.... a sad but admirable cause. That's teamwork.

Excuse Me? Did You Say "Formaldehyde"?

We just executed the exchange of a memory foam mattress we'd chosen for our "new" master bedroom. The overwhelming stench it emitted came from its formaldehyde content. It screams, "Carcinogen!" Formaldehyde. Can you imagine? 

Needless to say, we were not aware of the sickening component till after I developed pounding headaches and nausea as a result of sleeping on it for a few nights. We'd concentrated on reviews regarding comfort... no merchant revealed feedback about its literal dark side. Once there's a problem, deeper research leads to the discovery that strong gasses need to escape the foam. "Escape to where?" you ask.  Here is the recommended procedure, upon acquisition of this beast. 
Freakin' brutal. 

In my opinion, it would never be free of contaminants... period.
Good riddance. Please be warned.

Self-Portrait

Sorry I bailed, Joe... but...

Recently - At The Belle Mountain

Popes Don't Retire... And The Scandal Grows

My prayers are for long-overdue

change.

Overwhelming conspiracy.

Oscar Got A Lot Right, This Year

This is SO right!

No complaints here. The Two L's, Lincoln and Les Mis, went home with some bacon. Barbra sang. Adele sang. The cast of Les Mis sang. Jack is still adorable. So is George. The young starlets are gorgeous and gracious. Robin Roberts made the show. Need more?

What an awesome year for the movies.

Kitchen Stories - A Blog In A Pot

C could not conjure up a visual of Nan's sauce-pot, the other day 
when I offered it to him. He does, however, clearly remember
 the best gravy ever! I retracted the offer and shall keep this puppy
here for a while. Then, it'll move back to Long Island,
traveling full circle to Ronnie's abode.
♥

Mom loved to tell the story of traveling
salesmen who sold the original
Club Aluminum, door-to-door.

Any half-Italian worth her druthers remembers childhood pots of gravy simmering away for the better part of each and every Sunday. In our home, either Gran or Mom put it up in the hammered Club-Aluminum-with-a-story Dutch oven. Man, if only that pot could speak with its seventy years' worth of kitchen chatter. Back in the day, the best exchanges took place over sizzling pots 'n' pans of this or that. Collaborative cooking was grand.

Today we call gravy "sauce". It doesn't cook for endless hours. We don't make it every Sunday. We've removed the salt and lots of the oil. The garlic remains, in excess. The meats are leaner. Its aromas tantalize. 
It's still the best soul food ever. 

Sometimes, though, it might be sauce of a different variety, as was the case this a.m. We were in the mood for waffles and (link) strawberry sauce. I used Mom's pot for the first time, here on Stacey. Well, not exactly. You see, this was also the artichoke pot and my favorite veggie often arrived, all stuffed and tender, in this very vehicle. 

From Jamaica to Massapequa to Kiamesha to Rock Hill to Monticello, the tradition goes on. The possibilities are endless. The memories are priceless. And in case you're wondering...

That's a somewhat healthy cornbread, pictured in the montage. I simply added light coconut milk, dried cranberries and walnuts to a Trader's mix... delicious.

Buon Appetito. Go for a little Oscar-night Sunday sauce... the all-time best recipe.

Real Time - Over and Over and Over The Mountain

CLASSIC

Be A Hero!

 

Sure, on occasion he drones on and on. But we luv 'im - right, Kim? And every now and again, he says something that really sticks. You know, one of those life's lessons. 
Enter a hero or heroine, y'all:

"Sometimes relationships need a hero. That means someone has to step up and be the bigger person to close the gap. Someone has to make the first move, the first compromise, to heal the relationship. Swallow your pride and be that person."

Choco Bark - A Recipe

How sweet this jar, gifted to us by Bri after his first trip to Disney without us.
♥

We haven't been to Trader's in ages, our extra dark chocolate bars long gone. Though Ghiradelli chips at 60% cacao are not quite the same as the bittersweet variety we like, they suffice in cookies or anti-oxidant-laden bark. 

Brian 'n' Christian sharing a Ghiradelli ice cream soda, on the Pier
in sunny San Francisco... a few moons ago!
♥

Be careful not to burn chocolate when melting. Nuke on low setting, a little at a time. Stir occasionally, till it's pourable. Work in batches, rather than trying to melt too much at one time. Add whatever you like, refrigerate and break into pieces, when solid. Store in fridge or freezer.

Joe loves this, though he wouldn't dream of eating granola undisguised. Hope you, too, enjoy this nutritious treat from
Nicki's Candy Company :-)

Bloomin' On Stacey

Alec Baldwin 'n' The Three P's

Sure, blame it on Alec Baldwin. That's the easy, newsprint-worthy route. Déjà vu. A celebrity. He even makes CMI with some regularity. Now there's a goal recognized. :-) But remember, we've a connection. You know. His dad. The other Alexander R. Baldwin, also tough, sarcastic and competitive, in his own right. I loved him, back in the Dark Ages when I took History at MHS. I digress. 

Let's talk The Three P's.

Privacy * Paparazzi * Police

We recently avoided a life-altering decision. It's analogous, in a way, and involved a move from Stacey that would have diminished what I value most about our current digs. Privacy. Needless to say, no one hounds me when I wander from Point A to B. But it's more about the expansive version. If I desire people-free lounging in my pj's till noon on a gorgeous summer morning, my yard allows that luxury. Actually, a stark-naked walk to our rural mailbox would go unnoticed. I simply cannot imagine the inability to stroll a few city blocks without being hounded. Some say it comes with the territory. Gain fame and your fans deserve entitlement. I say fanatics. Leading me to...

The paparazzi. En masse, they are freaks. You've seen the current news footage, right? Who wouldn't spew an expletive or two. Or even a slur, if the lens got close enough... though I don't believe for a second that he's racist... far too liberal. I digress again. Right in his face and giving it their all to provoke him. Who is in the wrong?

Mr. PoliceMan/Woman: How about a bounty on the heads of those life-lackers who spend all their time stalking? They've long been the enemy. Just sayin'.

Thumbs Up 'n' Giving Thanks for....

♥

Paint This!

Our Loves

We're in the decorating phase in a couple of rooms. That's where the real fun begins and it's giving us a break till the next mess. Sure, there's lots of retail therapy involved. But there's also a ton of robbing from Peter to give to Paul, in terms of where items might land  There also comes a point when I refuse to spend $$$$'s if I accomplish something myself. Y'all remember (link) "Anything you can do I can do better", right? Case in point...

Two long green frames with off-white mats once resided in the living room. They were moved to the new kids' room with updated black 'n' whites. Thing is, the mats were not white enough to offset the pics; and besides, I wanted black mats. Joe took one template to a local merchant to have a set cut with a single bevel and no second color. How's fifty bucks sounding? Luckily, he called me and that brainstorm was nixed. Instead, I painted the mats and rehung the frames, but then the green simply did not make those beautiful faces pop...

Did you know that Home Depot sells three-dollar samples of any fancy-schmancy color you might desire? Well, I didn't; but a quick trip there led me to the discovery and a rainbow of reds, the desired color, to choose from. Yippee! Those puppies took three coats each, but the end result thrills me... and there's once again a tad more money in the bank...

Not to mention that I'll now be purchasing those little bottles of color for the kids' projects, rather than the pricey, limited acrylics available in craft stores. Why don't ya just...

Color Me!

Aurora Holiday Mountain

We went to watch Aubs and Gav do their thing on the Roman Candle, this morning. It had to be about zero degrees, with the wind-chill factor. Oh, my Goodness and Lord-y!! I didn't bring NIK along... too cold to take my delicate girlie hands out of my gloves. But Cecil B. DeMille did have his movie camera. One of us is always willing to make the sacrifice... right, Joe? ♡

In spite of bitter cold, the snow-covered mountain looked gorgeous, with true cerulean blue skies and brilliant sunshine hovering above. 
I didn't expect much when I snapped a few shots with my iPhone, looking straight into the sun...

Imagine my surprise to find this gem, upon checking my results. I must say, it's the first time I've seen purple in a sun-shot of mine; could never be duplicated. 

Won't you please envision the kids coming off the top and into that wind-whipped, icy course? Kudos to both and a special shout-out to Gav for handling a first-run fall with class... and then coming back strong to do well in the second.

"Good run! Good run!"

Told Bri it felt like just yesterday when we accompanied him and C up the chairlift to access the starting gate...
♡Déjà vu♡

No Watering Required

If you've clicked on to my sister site, PhotoStop, linked in the side bar, you've seen Lyla's new hat. The floral adornment was very fun to whip up in about half an hour... hmmm... yep, just one episode of something. Do you like? 

Here are the instructions, found on the best fingertip resource of all. Ignore the hook and thread requirements... 
just use whatever floats your particular boat. Most of all...
Enjoy!

My Funny Valentine ♡

Hallmark and 800-Flowers have seen February 14th come and go, for yet another year. But let's face it, hearts and flowers on one day per year do not a relationship sustain. On the other hand, if a guy can keep his sense of humor during the overwhelming daily drudgery involved in renovating what one would think is the Taj Mahal, the true test of love has been aced.... 
and so it goes, and so it goes.

My apologies for the lack of photo descriptions. My Valentine, whom I love so completely, shall understand.

Happy Hearts ♡

It doesn't matter how you say it, just do it!

Via Phone:

"G'ma, do you know why they are called 'candy kisses'?" asked Chloe, when thanking me for the same.

"Why, Sweetie?"

"Because when you send them to someone, it means that you really love them a lot!"

"That's right - we love you soooooo much, little Chloe!"

Via Facetime: 

"G'ma, look under Mambo's bed," said Gavin.

"But, Honey, he's sleeping on it."

"Well, can't you lift it just a little?

And there was the surprise love note, apparently left on last Friday's snow day.

One sweet Valentine deserves another, don't you think?

And so,

LOVE GROWS!

♡