A New Day - A New Dawn

Expecting Aubs and Gav in just a few. Tundra schools are closed today. It's -8 degrees with a windchill of -27 (again), affording a reason to keep the kids home. But I'm not feeling awful about having left SC. Inlet degrees? It's 18 with a windchill of 5… not even close to qualifying as tempting temps.

Update, later in the day… lunch at the lake

Piss and Moan - Pollyanna Takes a Break - What Can You Do

This post requires no photos. And I apologize in advance for its negativity. But some weeks are simply impossible. 

First, the well pump. Okay, so what can you do… a rhetorical question. Water issues solved? Not quite.

Next morning, a drenched boiler room. The hot water tank blew. Back came Paul-The-Plumber. He and Joe set things right, after the delivery of a new tank. Ahem. Water under the bridge? Sure, but with...

A financial toll of about two grand, with a fair price from Paul, discounted cost of material and Joe's free labor. The average homeowner would have paid half again that amount, making us lucky?? :-) Regardless, things are things and don't mean a thing, in the long run. Except, of course, for the monetary burden. Oooh-kay…

Switching gears and on to today's scheduled med-procedure in the Big Apple. A ten-thirty a.m. appointment required my presence by nine-thirty, which in turn called for a departure time of seven a.m. Not till one p.m. were we advised by my surgeon by phone that all might happen at three p.m. Seemed my case had suffered a glitch. This with a gazillion unanswered questions, exhaustion, hunger, thirst and rattled nerves. With the whole shebang postponed by moi, we left Manhattan. Monetarily, the day ran about a hundred bucks for nothing to be accomplished. The emotional toll? Didn't do wonders for my blood pressure.

Upon our arrival home, another call from Ms. Surgeon, who apologized profusely. Remember those gazillion questions? I requested answers to all. She obliged; we parted with apology accepted and a new plan.

"__it happens. Sometimes." Thanks, Forrest, for your precise articulation.

Got plans?? My advice is to stay flexible. We're so not in control. Tomorrow, Mother Nature shall ground us with temps dipping to record-breaking negatives. Mi scusi! Didn't we break those records, last week? Perhaps a day for TV, a good book, some new beads and a loaf from Zo. It'll seem like a party, after today, unless we lose power, eh? All said, I'll take my own advice and remain flexible…

What the hell else can you do… a rhetorical question.

Black 'n' Blue Takes on a New Meaning

Yeah, yeah, corny as hell… but hey, I'm entitled after awakening this morning to a very wet boiler room. Sure, the well pump was fixed, yesterday, but it seems that the hot-water tank decided to follow suit and blow. What to do? Turn the bruisin' into a bracelet and rejoice that the sun is a-shinin' and temps are warmer.

Don't Take It For Granted...

Murphy's Law - A Case In Point

We've discussed weather ad nauseam; no need to reiterate, right? Keep tundra-time in mind, though, as I chat up the latest development, here at the Old Homestead.

In the 43 years we've resided in our gorgeous abode, our well pump has blown 3 times. Not bad, wouldn't you agree?

The first time we were young 'n' rugged and manually pulled the 200 feet of piping across the front lawn and into the woods. It was a memorable, exhausting day… and, we wrecked the entire center of the front lawn. It was springtime and muddy. The next 2 times are rather distant recollections, except for the cold and snowy conditions. I can't get a grip on them; my help must not have been required. That was then - this is now.

Of course, point of access is buried under layers and layers of ice and snow; and the pump is still 200 feet underground.  It's snowing and temps are sub-zero with the windchill. Sorry. It's impossible not to reiterate, as promised, 'cause that's where old Murphy factors in. Dead pump in dead of winter…

To the rescue, this time, is Neighbor Paul-The-Plumber. He owns an Up-Z-Daisy pump puller, currently worth its weight in gold.

Guesstimated shower time? I'm sayin' 4:00 p.m.

Gotta love the odds.

It's Fat Tuesday! Bead It...

Presidential?

"What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?"

The Relentless Big Chill

FaceTime Saves the Frigid Day ♡

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?

While the innocents voraciously fed on the never-ending supply of seed Joe provides, Big Bad Bird lurked. We made a save. But surely, he'll be back.

For the record, brilliant sunshine took temps from 7 degrees/windchill -11 this morning to 5 degrees/windchill-20 a few hours later. Something's wrong with that result.

Now, I must find Sidney Poitier for yet another viewing of that fantastic movie.

Stay warm, Amigos.

This is Dedicated to the One I Love

If you remember the song, you're old, just like moi. But, man oh man, it remains a classic. And I'm talkin' The Shirelles, dear Friends. Reminds me to spread the lovin'…

The other morning, as Joe and I glanced outside to say, "Buongiorno, World," we simultaneously absorbed and commented on the beauty of the winter Twisted Nut Tree. It's spectacular. And one can't help but notice it every day. But that morning was special. It was the sharing of minds in the moment, pretty much defining our relationship. We often blend into one. As soon as Joe left for work Belleayre, NIK and I captured Twisty. But I digress, so back to the Shirelles…

Though originally released when we were just pre-teens, their version really caught on in the sixties, before others covered the song. Perfect. Back in the day, it accurately expressed the agony and the ecstasy of a two-year, long distance relationship, prior to our wedding date. Separated by miles and miles. Moving in with the fiancé wasn't an option, back then. No texting. No Facetime. No e-mail. And, worst of all, long-distance phone calls cost boatloads of $$$$. Yet, it was love taking us above the clouds. Can you feel it??

Happy Valentine's Day, Honey, with my forever mindful love.

♡

Acts of Kindness

We had lunch at Danny's, today. A window seat afforded us a view of what I've dubbed "The Warming Tree." Look to see the little packages hanging from it; there were more scattered in the snow around the trunk. When we walked over to read the accompanying notes, we realized they were left for people who mightn't have proper attire for the bitter cold temps we've been experiencing. Mittens. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. How awesome is that??!!

In the foreground of the photo, you might notice the remains of a frog ice sculpture, artist unknown.

Lunch was good, too. :-)

Brutal

It's tough to ignore this weather. What to do? Start another Netflix series, of course. Damages. Did NOT like at the beginning. But sure enough, we were hooked after a few episodes. It's full of twists; have to be sharp for this one. And since it runs for over fifty episodes, it should take us through cold evenings of Tundra Time, possibly bringing us to a warmer spell?? Had we known my second surgery would be postponed yet again, we'd have stayed where sixty degrees seemed balmy.

Don't forget to feed our fine feathered friends. They rely on us, when heavy winds are plunging us to twenty below. Ha. Talk about damages.

Cacao Nibs

Endless Possibilities!

When I think twice before consuming something, it's easy to pass by foods that have absolutely no nutritional value. Consider bread.

My new experience with Zojirushi has had me making one-pound healthy loaves with a mere cup of flour, two tablespoons of sweetening honey, eggs and boatloads of fresh/frozen/dried fruit and/or pumpkin/banana, etc. A one-pound loaf of white bread has more than two cups of flour and no redeeming contents. It's not that I didn't make all kinds of scratch breads before… ah, but the simplicity of tossing everything and anything into the machine for a mess-free, excellent end product allows me so much extra time for other loves… and loaves. :-)

Additionally, fruit-breads have replaced starchy, high-cholestrol, dinner side dishes for us. Their satisfying effects seem to remain, eliminating the need for sweet desserts. A piece of fruit or a half-cup of yogurt suffices. And then, there's the simple banana… a great sleep aid, proven by my sound over-six hours, last night. To make it seem special, slice it into a pretty dish and top with a tablespoon of yogurt and pretend it's banana cream pie without crust.

Now, you ask, what do cacao nibs have to do with all this. Please check them out to see for yourself. As of this week, they've become a staple here at the Old Homestead. They'd even be delicious on that fake cream non-pie. 

Another day, another menu...Buon Appetito!

Double the Fish 'n' Double the Fruit

Dinner was delicious, tonight. Fresh blueberry 'n' frozen mango fruity bread accompanied ocean-caught flounder 'n' canned salmon.

Mix salmon to your liking. I used mayo, honey mustard and lemon. Spread on first layer of egged and floured-on-one side flounder fillets placed on sprayed oven pan. Top with another layer of fish, spray with Pam, add a pat of butter to each stack and sprinkle with extra paprika and fresh lemon juice. Bake it in a hot oven for about half an hour.

Serve doubles with salad and extra lemon wedges.

Buon Appetito!

Gran, Lilyhammer 'n' Steak Pizzaiola

We finished the series. "Lilyhammer," that is. A lot of the best was saved for last. Last episode, that is. And when Steven Van Zandt made reference to the stolen recipe for Steak Pizzaiola, I nearly fell off the couch… bringing me to Gran…

Spending summers at the bungalow with Gran brought us a lot of this dish. As Little Steven's character said, "… she used a cheap cut of meat, so it had a lot of fat to make the dish tender…" Okay, so that's not exactly verbatim, but you get the gist.

Gran used fatty chuck steak, which was pan-seared, placed in a baking dish, smothered in tomato sauce and popped into the oven to bake, sort of like a quick Italian pot roast. YUM! Trust me. 

It has been decades since I've eaten or thought about Peetz-Eye-Oh-La, emphasis on the Peetz, but I'm gonna have to give it a whirl. Photo was snagged from the Internet.

We sure hope "Lilyhammer" returns for a fourth season. Meanwhile...

G'Mamma Mia… memories are made of this. ♥

Grammy Highlight Put a Spell on Me… Lovin' Annie Lennox

What a fabulous Grammy show, this  year! Loved the blend of old and new, such as Stevie Wonder and Usher, Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett, Macca with rude Kanye (kudos to talented Beck for handling a situation well) and Rihanna. Need more? Well the absolute best for moi was Annie Lennox and Hozier. Clearly, he looks amazing and sounds that way, too. He took us to church, for sure. But Ms. Lennox? She brought down the steeple house, clearly putting a spell on the crowd and earning a standing O.

Annie has long been a favorite; she is the real deal. Still, I'm open to new talent. There's lots of room in my eclectic music library. Ed Sheeran is my pick of this year. He's adorable. He can play guitar. He can swoon. And he sure can sing. All this at the ripe old age of 23.

Other highlights included seeing Barry Gibb and being amazed by Katy Perry's indisputable talent. 

Lovin' Music.

Better Beach Bead Bracelet by Moi

My first attempt at this bracelet was okay, but all wrong at the same time. My connections were too large and caused the inability to use the five gorgeous glass beads that are supposed to be included in the design. Additionally, my curls and swirls were gnarly and not so hot. Here's my second effort, using teal glass. Can you sense the preening of proverbial feathers? This one makes me happy.

As for the original blackie, it has been disassembled. Ah, the nice thing about this hobby is the ability to reuse components. Kind of reminds me of the time I'd worked three-quarters of the way through a knitted coat sweater. Decided it wasn't perfect enough and ripped the whole thing out, much to my Mom's disbelief and chagrin. I think it's my self-diagnosed OCD, in such cases.

Another bitterly cold and snowy Tundra Day, here at the Old Homestead. I'll be warming up with more beach beads. They own me… hook, line and sinker… yet another intentionally warm, watery visual.

Zoji Bread Transformed… My Way to Pumpkin*Raisin*Apple Bread

Yesterday, I posted the Zoji ingredients for a one-pound loaf of pumpkin bread. Calorically safe with half of that one in the freezer, I decided to use the rest of the puréed pumpkin, so as not to waste it. This time, I added:

Two or so tablespoons honey with the wet ingredients, instead of the sugar… and…

One diced apple, along with more raisins at add-in time… and…

More cinnamon…

Works for us. I'm shooting for nutrition-ridden breads needing no spreads (or perhaps one of all-fruit), rather than simply-delicious-but-non-nutritious white bread that begs to be laden with sweet, creamy butter. It was my bout with nutrition issues that makes me think twice about everything we consume. Furthermore... 

Don't be intimidated by the machine's advice to be precise. Once the amounts of wet, dry and added are understood, feel free to play.

This post is for Zu. ♥

Bewitched by Breads 'n' Beads - Recipe for a Frigid Day

Omit the letter "r" from "breads" and see the result. Couldn't resist combining the two, especially since each contributed to the blustery cold day we experienced, today. Yep. Negative 2 degrees F., this cold morning. Not to worry, though, 'cause we made it all the way to a positive (?) 16 degrees. C'est la vie, here in upstate New York, where Mother Nature seems to have forgotten about global warming.
I digress…

We've a new resident bread machine, here at the Old Homestead. I'm enchanted by the fact that its little pan does all the work using scratch ingredients. No mixers, dough blades, bowls or mess. Truly incredible. Yesterday, I made an apple bread, a first attempt that was fast devoured before I could access NIK. Today, I played it smarter and captured pumpkin-raisin as proof of the pudding bread. We froze half of this one-pound loaf; thankfully, discipline is back in place. You know the drill for using the machine. Here's the recipe. I did not add nuts, cut back a bit on the sugar and should have added more raisins. We'll play and alter the next time.

While the house was smelling all delicious and cinnamon-y, I began a new craft. First time 'round, it was a tad tough to wrap that silver wire over and under glass beach beads. But, I did it and actually finished a somewhat wearable, albeit not perfect, first bracelet. I was inspired by Heather of Beach Beads & Glass Studio, a fabulous Surfside Beach place to visit. She had a similar-but-far-more-perfect bracelet for sale alongside the gazillions of supplies for this craft. She was gracious enough to explain the technique, as she warned me that wire is the "…red-headed child of beading…" With a wink, she referred to the stubbornness tendency often found in redheads. Okay, okay… don't take offense if you're of that variety. That aside, my projects are now lined up. We shall see. 

Cracker Barrel - A Vacation Throwback

Traveling south makes one extremely aware of just how many Cracker Barrel stores/restaurants there are in the good old US of A. Jeesh. I've been known to buy something in one store, only to return it ten miles down the road, under yet another big sign in the sky. They make great, clean rest-stops, after one has indulged in a fattening pancake and coffee breakfast. Yep, every ten miles. Honestly, I just look at extremely overweight restaurant patrons and feel the pounds piling on. But best of all…

Those danged cans of Jelly Belly beans. Joe and I usually eat them till they make us sick… and then, we swear off them for the rest of vacation. Hey, isn't indulgence what holiday is all about?

Here's to y'all. Cheers and all that good stuff.

Tundra Town

Seems that we can't keep feeders full, with our feathered friends fighting for their mere existence, here in Tundra Town. We're on yet another day of snow and sub-freezing temps. 

Mother Nature's version of black 'n' white with a touch of red. No filtering necessary here.

And while we're on the topic of talent...

Andy, my WORDS-and-music-lovin' pal 'cross the pond, reminded me that yesterday was the "day the music died…" G-d, that was awful, taking the lives of Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens. I remembered that Andy is a huge Buddy Holly fan. But what he'd not told me is that he plays wicked guitar and has a fantastic singing voice. I've got the audio file to prove it. So, I'm posting this vid in honor of mega talents done way too soon… and current talent who should simply rave on. Thing is, "Rave On" is playing, but the lip-synching seems to be to another song. Just pretend.

Little Steven Van Zandt

When we saw Bruce in concert in 2012, I was so excited when none other than Little Steven Van Zandt took the stage. Always loved him as the bandana-wearing sidekick to the Boss. And then there are his radio shows. And "The Sopranos" run, during which he played Silvio. That face. You'd think only a mother could love it, but the funny thing is that it has incredible star appeal. And deservedly so. Creative people are just… well… creative in all arenas. Bringing me to "Lilyhammer," the show that takes place in Lillehammer, Norway, where Van Zandt's character ends up in the witness protection program, after testifying against a mob boss in New York. I know, I know… sounds familiar. Thing is, it's not! Give it a shot on Netflix and consider peeling your bananas from the opposite end.

Highly Recommended

Hasta la Vista to January 'n' Vacation Daze

Well, hello to February. Here's to sharing a few enjoyable vacation captures with y'all, as I hope for a future of new ones. There is no particular order… every millisecond was greatly appreciated.

Vacation Days Daze certainly helped January to zip along in this rapid-fire game of life. We had such a nice time, as we escaped bitter temps and snow. But all good things must come to an end (I guess!) and thus did holiday. But not before it embedded our brains with more fond memories of Murrell's Inlet and Myrtle Beach.

THE CONDO

Yep, that's us, right above Barnes & Noble. A gorgeous condo, fit for a king (or princess, in my case) and a well-behaved, adorable pooch. A perfect location for the movies on a rainy day, with a huge multiplex on one side. We did have one such event and saw "Imitation Game" with Benedict Cumberbatch. Excellent and recommended. But the rest of our stay was sunny and conducive to lots of long strolls. Piggly Wiggly was just around the corner, a quick walk for supplies, when we weren't trying one of the many fab restaurants or beaching it. A GREAT experience at this Myrtle Beach complex. And a GREAT view, thanks to Tyler, our booking agent. Sunrises and sunsets were enhanced by the pretty little city and centrally located fountain. G-d willing, we'll head back to the same digs, when the time is right.

BEST BEACH BUMMIN' BUDDY EVER!

A huge part of our vacationing here is because of its pet-friendly nature. Consider, for example, the pet fountains along the boardwalk. Mambo is such a pleasure. He travels well, sleeps when we do, absolutely LOVES the beach and is a people magnet who simply loves attention, especially when it's coming from kids. We only have him on lead when socially correct. He never bolts and has been that way since puppyhood. It would break our hearts to leave him home… thus the type of vacation we've been enjoying for eight years, now.

We'd enjoy coffee outside of the Starbucks-providing Barnes & Noble, each morning and late afternoon. Mambo would hold court, as all kinds of people stopped to inquire or guess about his breed. On Martin Luther King Day, we were surrounded by about twenty children, a photo-op missed. Three sets of twins and their moms stopped on another day - two captured by NIK. On the boardwalk, we'd have to avoid eye contact to make our mileage. Honestly, though, it's fun. Dog lovers are nutty and chatty, just like us. And the attention to our Big Beach Bum is totally warranted.

JUST BE BEACHES

We're still lovin' Surfside Beach and Huntington Beach State Park, both discovered and well explored last year. Also, since we stayed in the Market and closer to Myrtle Beach, we embraced its long boardwalk. Beautiful… and lengthened just in time for our arrival. It's a two-mile round trip, wind blowing on our faces, sand and water riding shotgun. Wanted to pack it up and bring it home, along with all its inspiration to hike. The ferris wheel is a landmark that one can't miss.

Yes, just be. What better place on earth than a beach to relax and feel. Where the clouds are hung for the poet's eye...

THE BIRDS

Each morning, we'd walk in Market Common Park with Mambo. A couple of refreshing miles started our day with lots of local wings, such as the peaceful swans and weirdo chicken-ducks. Hmm, quite the mixed species there. Between breakfast and lunch, we'd hit the Myrtle Beach boardwalk or Surfside or Huntington for a couple more miles, as we discussed where we'd have lunch to quickly nullify those calories burned. Hey, at least we had the mileage… and the bonus of salty species… of birds, that is! Gorgeous, all.

THE FOOD

I'd be remiss were I not to mention the fabulous fare we devoured, in between burning calories. This calls for a list:

Best margherita pizza - Toffino's in Market Common

Best desserts - Toffino's

Best Italian - The ORIGINAL Valentino's, not to be mistaken for #II AND

Giovanni's in Edgewood, MD, recommended by Trip Advisor on way home

Best Chinese soup - P.F. Chang's

Best peanuts and fried everything - River City on Surfside Beach

Best breakfast - homemade omelets from previous night's leftovers 

Best Alfredo for Joe and grouper for moi - Mr. Fish, the ORIGINAL, not to be mistaken for Mrs. Fish (notice a trend?)

Best huge and fattening choco-chip cookies 'n' coffee - Barnes & Noble

Best porterhouse steak - Piggly Wiggly, on sale for so cheap

Best Jelly Belly beans - Myrtle Beach Market 

Need more? I'll try to remember…

AND THE SEASONS…

They sure do go 'round 'n' 'round, eh? But home, sweet home always feels so good. We're refreshed and happy to be here. We stayed a few extra days, so as to miss a snowstorm, but experienced yet another one the day after our arrival. It worked out so well, though, 'cause Gav came to hang out with us. We'd not yet seen him for his birthday. Man, can that boy cuddle.

Here's to the ever-revolving wheel of life.

♡GIVING THANKS♡