Full Price?

Today I needed some much needed retail therapy. Anyone empathize out there? I just needed to look at things…touch them…put a few in my cart and drag them around until I emptied half before making it to the cashier. Cause that’s how I roll. Either that or I take the plunge, buy it, take it home, only to talk myself out of it and return it next week. Why oh why am I programmed this way, I ask. Anyway, I see this picture. Art always gets to me. My mother preached to me that if you see a picture you can’t live without, get it. No questions asked. You’ll never see it again. And yes, I had to have this happen once before I stopped walking past something I didn’t want to live without. Luckily I can’t remember what the picture was, but I remember what it felt like to lose it. I digress. There was this picture today. I touched it, oohed and ahhed and walked past it. There was only one. I did two laps around the store and ended back to the picture. Placing it in the cart, I took a step and then put it back. Ahhh….I grabbed it back. What? Full price? Seriously? I looked for a sign for the discount. This place is known for 40% off. Not today. I steadily walked in the direction of the cash register, all the while thinking how I would either walk it back or return it after getting home and realizing it’s not really that adorable. Then I see the chick in front of me with her little phone and the discount scan code. Hey, I can do that! I fumble quickly to look one up. Bingo! 40% it is. And suddenly I don’t feel 100% horrible; only 60%!! I walked out smiling. And that’s the way it’s done. Retail me not!

But doesn’t it get old? I mean always fighting for the discount? Why can’t they just offer it for the drop-dead best price? Why do I have to search and scratch tickets just to get a buck off? Do I have to belong to a million clubs, carry a wallet designated for member cards? Just give me the best price. For the love of all things on sale. Please.¬†

I’m handling the college thing okay. Actually my daughter left for a few days this week to go on a retreat. Oh. my. gosh. This house is so uneventful. Three kids? Are you kidding? I went to make dinner and had so many leftovers I had to feed the dog twice. In the same hour. I went from buying books to cooking for two, to traveling weekly to Costco for milk and eggs. How does one go back to cooking on the light side? And the guys who left were the least picky. How many times can one eat tacos and cheesesticks with peanut butter crackers? Will broccoli ever been seen in the produce drawer of the fridge? Will any vegetables ever hang out there? I need to be de-programmed or something.

I’m not sure what temperature it is where you live…but it was like 180 degrees here. Oh yeah, that was just in my car. My broken-air conditioned car. I stared around me at each and every stoplight. Everyone with their windows up and their hair blowing from the cool breeze. As I sit there with the heat rising off my skin like sound waves. “Yeah, I love the heat!”. I wondered why my arm was burned the other night when I got out of the shower. The left one. Not the right one. Heavens no. And the white watch mark sealed the deal. That girl has no a/c. I’m still hoping for a cold snap. LOL

Have a good one, everyone. Stay cool. For me. ūüôā


Korean BBQ Beef

koreanIt’s quite a feather in my cap when I’m able to please the picky taste buds of seven people … at the same time. So when I venture out with a new recipe¬†it’s with held breath and searching eyes, watching what they’re doing as their jaws flap up and down. Do they like it? Will I be¬†making an emergency hot hog or frying an egg sandwich for the disgruntled ones? Will I be filling the¬†dog’s bowls with cuisine from a failed attempt? (Poor guys)

This dish last night was a huge success. I’ll ignore my daughter’s comment that it tasted fine but was a little weird.

My best friend throughout my childhood was Korean. Her mother owned a grocery store in the neighborhood and was very new to America. It was ultra cool in sharing snacks with my¬†bestie at school. I couldn’t read one label on those tasty little gems, but I loved it all. It was like I was visiting another country when I went to her house. From decorations to the smells of what was cooking in the kitchen. I definitely couldn’t hang with the spicy, though. Peppers? My eyes watered just imagining them beside my lips. But she and her family could drink the spicy:)

When I ran on to this recipe it made me think fondly on my childhood¬†memories with her. We have since moved on and don’t keep up¬†with each other. But memories are forever.

This concoction was so easy I felt guilty allowing my peeps to think I’d worked on it for longer than twenty minutes. Really …¬†twenty. So this is what you do:

Take this ingredients and mix together in a Ziplock bag:

  • 1 cup teriyaki sauce
  • 3 chopped scallions
  • 2 tablespoons sesame seeds
  • 2 tablespoons sesame oil
  • 1 tablespoon soy sauce
  • 1 teaspoon red pepper¬†flakes

Then I sliced 2 pounds of boneless top sirloin in to 1/4 inch slices (although the recipe called for boneless ribeye steak) and smooshed it in the bag with all the lovely sauces. I massaged it a few times then set it in the fridge for 25 minutes.

After which time I put my skillet on high heat and began adding the marinated slivers, heating each side for 3 minutes, or until cooked through. I placed the delectable treat next to a bed of yellow rice and rolled my eyes backward while eating it. The flavor was robust and pleasing. Extremely satisfying. As though dinner was fully engaged:) I served cold pear halves on the side and it was all super easy to clean up. (Important fact!)

I got five thumbs up and one on the half-way mark. My pickiest eater will never admit to liking anything, but the proof was in his empty plate.

I hope you try it and have similar results. And I hope I don’t forget this one myself, when next month I’m banging my head on the counter wondering what to fix for dinner! It happens:)


It’s all in the Sauce

25123754-sauces-collectionI don’t know about you, but I can eat just about anything with a good sauce covering it. Of course, I enjoy foods¬†without the sauce, too. But, sauce is important. For example, I can make any type of dish and as long as I have my trusty honey mustard on standby, my youngest child will eat it. Things that actually make my other children cringe when he covers it with the sauce. But, hey, whatever gets him to eat it, I say!

There are two sauces I make more frequently than others. I would like to share them, today. Have you ever looked at the ingredients of anything on a bottle? Pretty scary stuff. It’s for that reason that I like to make my own. Is it cheaper? Maybe, but not by much. Once you buy all the ingredients that go into them, it might’ve been cheaper to buy the mystery bottle of whatever. And, since when does it save time by making something that you can just pour out of a store bought bottle? But, now I’ve spoiled my children. They won’t eat brand name honey mustard or sweet and sour anymore. I kind of did myself in with making my own. So, without further explanation…

Sweet and Sour Sauce (the type you put on your chicken before baking in the oven)

Mix the following in a medium-sized sauce pan:

  • 1 1/4 c pineapple juice
  • 1 c brown sugar
  • 2 Tbsp cornstarch
  • 3/4 apple cider vinegar
  • 1 Tbsp soy sauce
  • 1/4 tsp ginger
  • 1 chicken bouillon cube

Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Let boil 2 minutes before ready to pour over chicken waiting for the oven. It will have turned to a deep red and thickened when ready.

Honey Mustard Sauce (the type you dip everything into…like chicken, fries, and roast beef for my wild child:))

  • 1/2 c mayonnaise
  • 1/4 c mustard
  • 1/4 c honey
  • scant Tbsp rice wine vinegar (I never use quite a full tablespoon)
  • dash of salt

Whisk all ingredients together in a small bowl and refrigerate leftovers. My daughter has started to make our stash in the house so that we never run out!