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THE AGONY OF DEFEAT

July 7, 2010

FIFA World Cup, Watertown. Minnesota. June 27, 2010

I have long been known for two things by my nieces and nephews (aside from the obvious abject sarcasm): fancy birthday cakes and themed birthday parties for Charlie in June. Given that they are mostly all grown up now, I assumed — wrongly — that they would meet my new passivity with joy. No more feigned excitement over winning a squirt gun for hula-hooping the longest. No more wading through a glossy coating of spit-strewn fondant to reach the cake.

Win, win. Right?

Wrong, as usual.

My niece Megan called me the day before Charlie’s birthday to ask me what ‘the Theme’ for the party was. “Really,” I asked? “Cuz if you don’t have one, I do,” she said.

WORLD CUP. You know, since just about all of the kids play soccer.

It was a great idea, I admitted. If only a little freakish because The Pioneer Woman, who I both adore and despise, because she seems a lot like me — only about ten times nicer and more sincere — recently posted something about her family playing backyard soccer something akin to the World Cup.

Whatever. I can’t let the blog-o-sphere dictate my life, can I? World Cup it was.

2 v 2. Five minute games. No prisoners.

As the hostesses, Morgan and I agreed to be partners as Team Mexico:

And were quickly eliminated.

Knowing the birthday boy’s propensity to pout when losing, we paired him with his talented Uncle Bennett and called them Team USA.

And they won.

…course, their bracket wasn’t too tough, having played Team Mexico early in Round one…

In the middle, were Team Belgium (dictated by Granny’s festive attire — don’t pay any attention to her complaining. She thought we were being too hard on her.)

Paired with her favorite oldest grandson, who had much trouble with bad reffing calls:

Team Sweden: two blond-haired blue-eyed specimens

That struck terror in their opponents with one talented striker…

…and one defensive goon.

And, the dichotomous Team Amsterdam, named for their flashy and somewhat questionable attire:

And also because, like their namesake, they entertained us all day long:

It was a hot, fun day. Tacos for dinner and home-made Buster Bars in lieu of cake, since Charlie didn’t “feel too good for cake” that day.

Also these little morsels of desire:

The Famous Bootleg:

Blend 1 can lemonade and 1 can limeade with one bunch of mint until mint is very fine. Reserve syrup in a pitcher. To make drink, add clear liquor of choice (vodka, gin or rum) with equal amount of syrup and top off with club soda and lots of ice.

Pam’s Caprese Appetizer:

My friend Pam made these for my birthday celebration, and honestly, I had never seen them served this way. I fell in love and have served this to everyone who has stepped in my door in the last two weeks. Slice mozzarella thin, add one leaf basil, top with a slice of tomato. Sprinkle with kosher salt and fresh ground pepper. Pop one after another into your mouth until you get self conscious.

But ultimately the best part of the day, aside from celebrating Charlie, himself, was watching my mom out on that “soccer field” running around like a crazy woman

Something tells me she’s not gonna like all this attention, but I just had to share these pictures. She looks damn good. She would look damn good for being almost 60, but she’s almost 70!

I get my looks from her.

Filed Under: Food, Home, Babble Tagged With: backyard soccer, world cup, birthday party, Charlie Menke, pioneer woman

Always Deadhead Your Peonies

June 17, 2010

Or Deadhead Your  Kids.

Just pick one and commit.

Kids are out of school. At our house that means that I attempt to include them in the household chores. Now, I could go on and on about the various angles I have taken over the years on this subject. But I can tell you this:

None of them are fool proof.

Not punishment, not reward. Not the very real threat of death.

The last couple years I have settled on a list. I write down about 4 or 5 things that need doing, that won’t require an hour of my time explaining, troubleshooting and overseeing. Let me tell you, that doesn’t leave much. They each get their own list which results in about 30 minutes of insane bickering. That is when an audio book and headphones comes in handy.

Anyway, I haven’t quite settled into the routine yet. I’m suffering a powerful lack of motivation. No motivation, even, to crack the whip with the kids. However I did manage, a couple days ago, to get them to go out back behind the barn to cut off the dead peonies. I armed them each with a set of pruners and a rubber tub. It took them less time than I thought it would have, and they dumped the trimmings into the compost pile. Of course, they were supposed to put the buckets away and I found one blown into the weeds and the other on top of my baby bush bean plants, but all in all, I was pretty happy.

That was two days ago.

Today, I went out back to deal with chickens and saw this.

Aside from the Weber, which has no business being there (same goes for the OxiClean bucket), the view made me gasp. My peonies! What happened?!

I asked the kids to “dead head” the peonies. Clip the dead flowers off. Make sure they weren’t drooping over the wall…

What in tarnation?

[Aside: my distinct Western Twang is on account of the book I am reading. I’m a “Method reader” — taking on the language and characteristics of my protagonists. Therefore today, I am Sarah Agnes Prine of Sarah’s Quilt. If you are new to this site, don’t worry, I’m almost done with the book. Then I’ll go back to my Minnesota accent.]

It was a bad year for peonies through and through.

It was a really bad year for my peonies.

Filed Under: Garden, Babble Tagged With: deadheading, summer vacation, peonies, Sarahs quilt, kids

Will the Real Jennie Menke Please Stand Up

June 14, 2010

Now GET TO WORK!

This is an entry to myself. It is born of unmotivated, sloth-like behavior.

It is raining.

It has been raining for — I haven’t kept track — nine days? It certainly has not been sunny in at least seven days, that I am certain of. We have received over 6 inches of rain. My garden is growing mushrooms instead of vegetables and fruit. I am growing mushrooms.

It is dank.

I should be working. Because I am broke. (Thanks all you bright-eyed graduates.) That’s quite a gig you got going: your parents pay for school, then all your parents friends pay for your social life.

I was going to write about the Meatless Monday side dish that never was. But I’m not even motivated to do that. But I will! I will!

Right after I go have another latte…

I’m back. I’m here to tell you about my cooking failures. I will tell it like it is. I suppose I always tell it like it is, but sometimes I suppress information when I deem it might reflect on me in a negative light.

Take Meatless Monday Twenty Three, for example. The one I haven’t written about yet. We had it, oh yes, indeed. I took pictures of part of it. Then I ran out of time and never finished it. I intended to finish making it and sort of infer that it all went together. I wouldn’t have lied, mind you, I just wouldn’t have told the whole truth that they were spread out a few days.

But I never actually finished the side dish. It’s still sitting in my refrigerator. I don’t even know when I made it. I have to go to Aperture to see when the photos were taken. Hang on a sec…

6/2/2010. It is now 6/11/2010 6/14/10. That was nine twelve days ago. It’s still in my fridge. I was still planning on finishing it. I’m coming to grips with the fact that I’m going to have to give it to my chickens. But I’m not quite there yet. I’m still not quite there yet. Yesterday, Dave deemed it chicken-fare. He took it out there without even taking a picture for this post. (I swear it still smelled just fine.) The nerve! Then, making matters even worse, when questioned about it, he had this to say:

Me: “Did you give it to the chicks?”

Dave: “What do you mean?”

Me: “I wanted to give it to the chicks and not the rooster… (silence) You know, did you put it in the new coop?… (silence) The small coop. The one with the fence your dad made… (silence) DAVE! Come ON! Did you give it to the rooster or the chicks? It’s a simple question!”

Dave: “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Me: (raising voice) “HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT? The rooster is in the OLD coop. The one in the big fenced in area! The chicks are in the NEW coop. They are still SEPARATED!”

Dave: “New coop, old coop. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Charlie: (can’t restrain himself any longer listening to two idiots) “Dad. The playhouse is the new coop. The old coop is inside the big fence with the electric wire around it.”

Dave: “Oooooh. Why didn’t you just say that?”

Jennie: (has lost all control. Is screaming now.) “We’ve had chickens in this set up for YEARS. How can you not know there is a new coop and an old coop?”

Dave: “I hate the chickens. I don’t pay attention.”

Jennie: … speechless. Because, he’s right. And since that almost never happens, she wisely decides to be quiet. Which also almost never happens.

(about 60 seconds pass)

Dave: “Do you want a beer?”

Jennie: “Sure!”

So it goes.

It (the side dish) was Israeli Cous Cous with Kale. I planned to make a cold salad with vinaigrette (I had NO idea vinaigrette was spelled that way. Absolutely no idea… I was spelling it vinegarette. That’s your spelling-lesson-betterment for the day)

I got my new rice cooker for mothers day and have been wanting to stretch myself beyond the norm and use it to its full potential. I did it all in the rice cooker:

When it was done, it looked like this:

No wonder we gave it to the chickens.

Filed Under: Babble, Meatless Monday Tagged With: kale, rants, charlie, Dave, couscous

The Delicious Story Interview

June 1, 2010


Much to the ridicule of my entire family, I was interviewed by David and Sherry Borzo in Des Moines, Iowa this past Saturday.

To quote my mom:

“What in the world…? Why?” And, “Are they paying you?”

To quote my brother:

…oh, that would take too long. Suffice to say, I endured 72 hours of satire about being a “nationally recognized blogger.” He kept telling me that he was “being serious” and that he feels “terrible” that I don’t believe him. Really? 45 years of knowing him and I’m supposed to suddenly believe he’s sincere?

The good news is that he subscribes to my blog via RSS and hasn’t figured out how to comment. Perhaps he will remember my instructions from this weekend and suddenly show up. If so, please, don’t believe a word he says. Like children, brothers should be seen and not heard.

Anyway, I couldn’t believe they wanted to interview me. I didn’t really believe it was real (I’m a skeptic) and was going to simply ignore Sherry’s email, but then she told me they were interviewing Kathleen Flinn, the author of “The Sharper your Knife, the Less you Cry.” I loved that book! So I did it.

In the video, I look like I blew in right out of the garden, but I didn’t. Believe it or not, I actually attempted to look good. When I came down to the kitchen that morning, my sister-in-law was staring at me weird. Then my brother said something sarcastic about the interview and Sharon started laughing and said (rather loudly, I might add), “OH! So THAT’S why Jennie has make-up on! She NEVER wears make-up!”

I have a little secret: I almost always have some make-up on. I consider it a talent of mine that you simply can’t tell.

If the embedded video above doesn’t work, you can watch the video here, though I hesitate to share it. I’m such a terrible interrupter. Poor David couldn’t get a word in edgewise! I felt like a complete nut, talking to my computer (I couldn’t see them), so try to ignore all the strange faces I make.

I encourage you to listen to some of their other interviews. The Kathleen Flinn story is great. She tells the story of simply uprooting her life and going to Paris to attend Le Cordon Bleu cooking school. It’s a great book and a great interview.

It was far more fun than I ever thought it would be. But then, why wouldn’t it be with Sherry saying how great my writing is, how great my photos are and how funny I am?

I’m still waiting for the punchline.

Filed Under: Babble Tagged With: david borzo, blog interview, des moines, iowa, the delicious story, dsmbuzz, sherry borzo

Planting the Tomatoes

May 29, 2010

With the Help of Heavy-Duty Concrete Reinforcing Wire.

I finally bought my tomato and pepper plants. I should really buy them sooner. Actually, I should start them from seed in March. Better yet, I should save my seed from the previous year, thereby keeping only the best…

You see? You see the black hole of my thoughts?

How can I ever be happy and satisfied when I am constantly being shoulded-upon?

Back to the tomatoes.

They are itty-bitty little things, but that’s OK, they’ll catch up. I have learned over the years, that even when I buy a large tomato and plant it with itty bitty tomato plants, the small ones tend to catch up. The big ones might even have tomatoes on them and yet they only produce red tomatoes maybe a week sooner. In fact, I think transplanting the larger tomatoes stresses them and sets them back. Otherwise it just doesn’t make sense.

I even bought a large 2′ tomato plant this year to test it and really watch it so I could do a controlled experiment and chronicle it here. An Early Girl hybrid, since all the rest of my plants were to be heirlooms.

Well, forget about that plan. Because I forgot about that plant. Forgot to water it. And now it’s dead. Too bad I forgot to take a picture, because once I got over being mad, it was pretty funny.

Aside from doing nothing and letting the vines sprawl on the ground, there are two main ways to grow tomatoes. Staking and caging. There are pros and cons to each.

Pros of Staking: If driven deep into the ground, staked plants won’t blow over like caged plants can. Many say staked plants produce larger fruit because plant energy is concentrated on the tomatoes and not on excess foliage . There is less disease due to more air circulation (though that didn’t seem to help me all that much). Staked plants take up less room.
Cons of Staking:  Staked plants have less foliage which can reduce the sweetness of the tomato and can promote sun-scald in high heat/sun areas. Pruning takes commitment. (Basically, what that means is, if you plan to go out of town for more than a day or two, forget it. You will come home to chaos. In your frantic effort to get the plants back to one stem, you will need to “pinch off” a 1″ diameter sucker. You will inadvertently pinch off the central leader and doom your tomato plant to a stunted existence. And your hands will always smell like tomato plants.)

I used to always stake, because that’s how my mom did it. Simple as that.

I even tried the staking method that has you wind the stems around strings run vertically. It was an interesting season. It ended in disaster when the whole rig came crashing down from the top. I suppose that’s another downside of staking. IF something happens to the main stem, it’s a goner.

I was never good at staking.

Now I cage.

But caging hasn’t been without its own set of problems. Aside from strong winds that have blown my cages over, I’ve been through many iterations of the cage. The ones you buy at the store are, what? Two or three feet high? Even in Minnesota with a short growing season, most plants grow to twice that size. Honestly, there ought to be a law against 3′ tomato cages… In order to find a cage that was actually tall enough to support the plants, I was forced to make my own, which then made staking seem like a better idea again…

But no, I persevered.  I bought wire and made the cages. I only forgot one small detail: you have to be able to get your hand through the wire to pick the tomatoes.

Not to worry. I used wire cutters and cut larger holes here and there. The bummer was, the holes never seemed to be in the right place, and when I stuck my hand through, I inevitably cut my hand on the sharp wire.

They were the worst tomato cages ever! [Maybe even as bad as the ones the stores sell.]

Tomato cage adaptation number three was the one I had been trying to avoid: concrete reinforcing wire. You buy it in rolls that weigh about 200 pounds. I’m not kidding. It wasn’t something I could do by myself. Since I am not a team player, and I don’t like to ask for help, I had avoided it for several years. But it was clear: if I didn’t want to stake my plants, and if I didn’t want to be making tomato cages every damn year, then I was going to have to ask Dave for help gettin’ me a load of concrete reinforcing wire home from Home Depot. [Why doesn’t someone go into business selling these?]

It was a big job, and since doing it more than 6 years ago, I’ve never had to make another tomato cage again. They really are worth the effort. They are heavy, don’t blow over and have nice, large holes for your hands. They patina (rust) as they age and fit right in aesthetically… I’ve even grown pole beans and other climbing things on them. They are the best tomato cages ever! But caging also has its pros and cons.

Pros of Caging: Easy; not much maintenance. Supports the plants. Bushier growth and more greens-to-red ratio promotes sweeter tomatoes, or so they say.
Cons of Caging: Sometimes a weaker plant doesn’t grow bushy enough to truly be supported by the cage. Smaller fruits. Cages takes up more room per plant. Plants are more prone to disease if growth is dense and shady

Still, I’m a cager. This year, though, I’m trying something new: I’m planting the tomato at the base of a stake inside the cage so that should the plant need additional support, there will be something there to tie it to.

Genius, I know.

I also usually prune the early suckers (growth at occurs at the “v” between the stem and lateral branch) until they get away from me.

Back to the act of planting of my tomatoes.

FIRST, I had to decide where to put the tomato plants: inside the garden proper or outside it, where they were last year when I moved them out by the squash and pumpkins because I had had two bad tomato years in a row with early blight.

What’s early blight?

Early blight is some lame generic term for: your-tomatoes-are-dying-from-the-ground-up-earlier-than-they-should-be-and-who-knows-why.

You know, the leaves turn spotty yellow then spotty brownish black. Then the stem falls off. Then the spotties hop from one branch to the next until all you have is a vertical plant with about 5 leaves at the very top and 10 tomatoes on it. The fruits will still ripen, but they don’t taste as good because it’s the healthy greens that give the tomato its sweetness. I hate early blight. It’s like having a glaring failure for all the world to see when they walk through your garden…

So I moved them out by the squash and melons hoping to get away from what I figured was contaminated dirt inside my garden. The blight was less pronounced out there. Maybe that’s because they were watered exclusively with a soaker hose. (Tomatoes don’t like to be watered from the top. Tell that to the Creator who deemed otherwise). It was a hard decision and one that I had given a lot of thought to. I was still on the fence until I went out there with the plants and compared the current state of my planting site choices:

Hmmm. Tough choice. Let’s see. I can spend the next 4 hours weeding the patch outside the garden…. Or I can spend 5 minutes weeding the box inside the garden. Hmmmmm.

So the tomatoes are inside the garden this year. We’ll see how it goes.

And just so you know. I actually pulled out some borage seedling volunteers that were all around the chives. I didn’t move them to another spot (I was short on time). I didn’t leave them there to enjoy. I ruthlessly pulled them out.

And I still feel bad out it.

So this is how it looks all finished:

and a little closer:

…and should you ever require nice unobtrusive stakes for you pepper plants (because mine always break in a storm), consider another concrete reinforcing product: rods!

I think they look almost arty.

Filed Under: Garden, Babble Tagged With: pruning, planting tomatoes, staking, caging, pros and cons, early tomato blight, tomato

One Dimensional Blog

April 28, 2010

Sorry. Make that Two Dimensional.

That’s what my brother said about my blog the other day. It’s a disappointingly two dimensional blog. An improvement over one dimensional. Thank goodness for the advent of gardening season!

“It’s all… cooking… and gardening.”

In my mind I was thinking “Isn’t, that’s what it’s supposed to be?” Instead I sputtered, “What do you want me to write about? More Menopause Rage?”

Apparently, yes.

And he’s not alone. As it turns out, two words typed into Google: Menopause + Rage bring more people to this website than anything else. And I wrote about it exactly once. Makes you kind of wonder, doesn’t it? All those angry women out there? What if we all united? Can you image?

Actually, I can.

It would be awesome. No more shit from anyone. And my brother? Well. He’d be dead. From a knife wound to the forehead.

But you see, I’m not currently experiencing menopausal rage right now. Testiness. Impatience. World-Weariness. Not rage. I guess the good thing is that I have something to look forward to when it reappears:

Satisfied readers.

Filed Under: Babble Tagged With: menopause, brother, rants, rage, remission, one dimensional

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I’m a mostly-retired, pretend graphics and web developer (but don’t judge my skillz by THIS site!). We sold our dream home in Watertown, MN and downsized to a “Villa” in Excelsior, MN and built a home in our dream location of Eagle, CO and now split our time between the two states. It is truly a dichotomous life of absentee gardening and getting together with friends & family while in MN and playing hard and hermitting while in CO. I’ve let the blog go but a trip to Alaska has me resurrecting the Road Warriors series. My beloved brother is my biggest fan and I am doing this just for him.

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