"floo·zie \ˈflü-zē\: a usually young woman of loose morals." Thus a Food Floozie is not a woman who can be seduced by virtually any man, but rather a woman who can be seduced by virtually any food (other than sushi).
Showing posts with label Roxy Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roxy Music. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Fabulous Blog Ribbon
I was most surprised recently when my very dear friend Robin, of Your Daily Dose, shared an award with me. Robin doesn't post as often as her faithful followers would like her to; but when she pops up to offer her thoughts, they are inevitably wise, witty, and wonderful. If you haven't met her yet, you need to go visit.
Of course, being given this award then gives me actual work to do, rather than merely blathering about a batch of cookies or some pizza! But it's also fun, because I get to divert onto different tangents, sorta - you'll see that I'm still a food obsessive, with the subject creeping in no matter what - and talk about topics beyond my cooking and eating passions.
So, here's the scoop:
1. Post the rules on your blog.
2. Name 5 of your most fabulous moments, either in real life or in the blogosphere.
3. Name 5 things you love.
4. Name 5 things you hate.
5. Pass the ribbon on to 5 other bloggers.
Alrighty, here goes:
Rules:
Done (see above).
Fabulous Moments:
1. I was petrified, terrified, horrified, and every other kind of -fied before speaking at the Sisterhood's DAMES Dinner at Temple Beth Emeth this past December, as I love to write but I'm not a natural public speaker; this was my very first and, so far, only such gig. But everyone was so wonderful and welcoming that I felt very comfortable giving my shpiel - I was clearly among friends. (I joined the Sisterhood that night, becoming a member, because I had such a grand time with these amazing women!) There was a fabulous meal, and they presented me with some lovely gifts - all in pink, no less. And I was thrilled beyond my usually verbose abilities to express myself when I received a note card afterwards, saying "Thanks again for your wonderful program - people said it was the best DAMES we've had!"
2. When I went back to visit Jeremy after he'd had a medical procedure recently, the nurse offered me a seat and then asked with complete sincerity, "Are you the wife?" Jeremy giggled, despite being groggy, so it was a good moment for both of us. I told him "I hope you're conscious enough to remember this later on!" Jeremy is 21; I'm pushin' 50, with dread of my birthday already looming although it's not 'til December. Oh, yes, this was a fabulous moment! (Jeremy was fine, by the way, and thankfully passed inspection.)
3. My less-than-15 minutes of fame presenting Special Mocha Cupcakes on The CBS Early Show after they won the grand prize in Taste of Home magazine's Cupcake Challenge. (You can watch the video here.) Jeremy and I were dined - but not wined - in New York City, chauffeured around town, and treated like Cinderella at the ball with the Prince Consort. (FYI: Taste of Home changed the name from Quadruple Chocolate Cupcakes ... kinda says it all, doesn't it???)
4. One of my "bubbes" ([BUH-beez] = Yiddish for "grandmother") - the older women at the synagogue who've adopted me, whom I adore - asked me a few years ago, "So, Mary, have you converted yet?" "No, Sarah, I haven't. I'm still thinking about it, though." "That's okay," she responded with the sweetest, brightest smile. "We love you anyway."
5. I received the most poignant email after my Valentine's Day post giving a recipe for "Brownie in a Mug," a one-person treat for those spending the day alone and - more importantly - for those who had suffered the loss of the one they'd have ordinarily celebrated that day with: "Dear Mary, It's been a really hard week. My boyfriend's mother died suddenly on Monday and the idea of Valentine's Day was repulsive. She was her husband's whole world; they were sweethearts forever. I started reading your article 'Brownie in a Mug' about flowers and candy ... I was really ticked off. I hit the end of the second paragraph and took a sigh of relief. No one ever thinks of the people that have lost the love of their life. No one thinks about all those people that will be alone on Valentine's Day. You thought of them!!! Thank you so very much!"
Things I Love:
1. Jeremy (not a thing, obviously, but ...!)
2. Chocolate cake. Carrot cake. Oh, let's just say it - CAKE! And cookies. And brownies. And pie. And frosting. And ice cream. Sweets. Let's just cut to the chase and say "sweets."
3. Learning languages. I was once fluent in French - to the point of even thinking en français - though I'm now living proof of the adage "Use it or lose it." I've studied Latin, Russian, and Italian. I can also read Hebrew letters (with the vowels, anyway, which - like batteries - aren't always included), and I can sound out words even if I don't know what they mean. I would like to learn Yiddish, which is such a colorful and expressive language! But I really wish I could actually speak Italian rather than just pronouncing it fairly well and being an excellent menu translator.
4. Having a free Sunday to putter around, linger over my coffee, read The New York Times and do the crossword puzzle (though I don't subscribe anymore, since I don't have time to read it), cook, bake, catch up on household stuff, and still be in my jammies in the middle of the afternoon because I've had no obligations requiring more formal wear.
5. Random moments of bliss - sitting in the sunshine when it's not too hot and a slight breeze is blowing, an unexpected compliment, finding a lucky penny, when a favorite song is played (at the Ann Arbor Art Fair one time, local station 107one was broadcasting live and played Roxy Music's "More Than This" even though the band is never in any radio station's regular rotation), when a new recipe idea works out perfectly on the first try, meeting up with friends and losing track of time because you're having so much fun, eating fresh doughnuts at the cider mill, hearing babies laugh, going to a thrift shop and finding a $5 dress that was apparently tailored just for you ....
Things I Hate:
1. People who have no ability or willingness to see beyond their own narcissistic selves and acknowledge that others have needs of their own.
2. Picky eaters - people who can't just eat whatever's put in front of them (with exceptions for health and religion, of course). I am especially irked by those who expect others to cater to their whims as though it's an entitlement, instead of being gracious and accommodating (see item #1 - people who have no ability or willingness ...).
3. Our entire nauseating political process that is deceitful, corrupt, wasteful, unproductive, spiteful, and generally miserable and intolerable. (Gee, do I seem a bit wishy-washy about that???) I wish I could just wait for the election to be over in November; but the very next day, the nonsense begins again for the next primary season two years later. It is constant and interminable. And every time I see a postcard tucked into my door, watch an ad on television, or see confetti and balloons dropping, I wonder how many hungry children could have been fed with that money, how many homeless people could have been housed, how many uninsured patients could have received necessary medical care ....
4. Listening to NPR, because I can't endure the droning monotones that seem to be a requirement for employment there, not to mention the morning weather reports that are given seemingly every 13 seconds. I look up the website and read the stories instead.
5. Sushi and kimchi (the former only looking good if you compare it to the latter, but neither wins a crown at my pageant). I don't like the taste or the papery texture of nori, I prefer not to eat refined carbs (i.e.: sticky rice) unless they're in the form of dessert, and I want my fish cooked; there is nothing redeeming in sushi, such that I could even pick it apart and nibble at it. And the stench of kimchi is so horrific that I can't even be near someone who's eating it without wanting to flee; it is truly nauseating. In college, a fellow dorm resident used to make kimchi in his room; there are no words to adequately describe the revolting fumes produced as the cabbage fermented! To say that the odor resembled that of sewage would be an insult to rotting garbage.
Five Fabulous Bloggers:
Women whom I'd love to sit and chat with over a cup of coffee, who put up great recipes, who give lots of excellent information and/or instruction, who share their lives and their passions, and who tell great stories:
1. Bibi of Bibi's Culinary Journey
2. Debra of Housewife Eclectic
3. Jenn of Jenn's Food Journey
4. Judee of Gluten Free A-Z Blog
5. Judy of Cranberry Morning
Friday, September 10, 2010
Eight Cubed
My dear friend Robin, at Your Daily Dose, picked me as one of the recipients of her "Eight to the Eight to the Eight" post: "... eight lucky people ... get to answer these eight questions, make up eight of their own, and pass them on to eight of their friends."I had to think about this ... only two easy answers here (#s 5 and 7). Good thing I color my hair, so you can't see how many new grey ones I got while bursting a few brain cells as I debated my options (both in terms of answers as well as bestowees)! But thinking is actually good for me -- keeps the ol' neurons working. So thank you, Robin, for doing your part to forestall my aging ... :)
But enough prologue! Here we go:
1. What career would you choose for your own if you had all of the gifts (i.e. creativity, genius, dexterity, etc.) that went along with said profession?
I would love to be able to sing -- I envy you that gift, Robin. Performing in a Broadway musical would be an experience beyond description! I also wish that I had patience and more refined fine motor skills, so that I could be a pastry chef and create extraordinarily gorgeous works of confectionery art.
2. If you could travel back in time to observe what life was like in a specific time period in a specific place, when and where would you go?
I would love to be able to sing -- I envy you that gift, Robin. Performing in a Broadway musical would be an experience beyond description! I also wish that I had patience and more refined fine motor skills, so that I could be a pastry chef and create extraordinarily gorgeous works of confectionery art.
2. If you could travel back in time to observe what life was like in a specific time period in a specific place, when and where would you go?
3) What is your biggest vice?
Cheetos? Milk Duds? They tie (for the moment, anyway) as food vices. Personal vices,using the Merriam-Webster definition of "a moral fault or failing"? And this is conveniently asked just when I'm supposed to be taking an inventory for Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement), too! Hmmm .... I can hold a grudge better than almost anyone I know, except for Jeremy. I sometimes have a tendency to ruminate down negative paths. And I'm stubborn and proud when I should ask for help.
4) Do you find yourself getting in trouble from speaking your mind too often or not enough?
I sometimes dare to state opinions, and they are not always received well. There are circumstances to explain this sensitivity, but there is inevitably a debate about excessive negativity vs. the right to have and express an opinion and to express it in any tone that I might choose. I believe firmly in Rabbi Israel Salanter's adage that "Not everything that is thought should be said," though, so I will usually keep my notions to myself if there is any doubt as to whether they will be effective and productive.
5) Do you like your name? As an aside, do you know what it means? If so, just curious ....
I hate my name, which happens to mean "bitter."
I'm a flaky, cheerful, giddy, enthusiastic and effusive, pink-and-glitter bedecked prissy city girl and Fancy Feast cat (this last descriptor being what my son thinks of me), but I have one of the most boring and pedestrian and over-used names in history ... and that is truly not an exaggeration. I graduated in a class of 41 girls, and 8 of us -- 20%! -- were named some variation on "Mary."
I'm named for both of my grandmothers (paternal: Mary Brigid, who died when I was 2 weeks old; maternal: Mary Dorothy, whom I loved dearly), as well as being named -- obviously -- for the Virgin Mary. (My birthday is December 8, too -- the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, honoring the day on which Mary was conceived without sin in order to be a proper vessel for the son of God ... according to the Catholic Church, that is.)
But in the Jewish community (work and otherwise), I'm one of only 2 Marys (the other being my dear friend Mary Schuman); rather than being the 613th Rebecca or Miriam, I'm unique. And Tom's mother was named Mary. She died of breast cancer in 1995, so I never got to meet her; she sounds fascinating, and if ever a woman deserved to rest in peace, this woman did. Tom's sister Anne, upon learning my name, said "Oh, that was Mom's name!" And she said it with such love, such affection, such an attitude of "Well, this means you belong here with us" that I can't help but feel a certain pride in it now ... a little bit, anyway ....
6) What do you like most about yourself?
I'm the sorta girl that people talk to, share with, confide in. And I'm glad that people find me warm and welcoming in that way, that they feel I'm kind and empathetic ... heymish [HAY-mish] in Yiddish.
7) What is your favorite record? That would be a record as a whole and it cannot be a greatest hits album. It's not your favorite song, but the collection as a whole on a record.
"Avalon" by Roxy Music. Don't even have to burst a brain cell to answer this one! I've loved it since it first came out in ... ahem ... 1981. I cannot tell you how many times I've listened to it, how I know every nuance of every song. (And mucho credit to Robin for actually calling it a "record," rather than a CD! I have both versions, but the latter lacks the warmth and the familiarity of the former.) There is beauty, love, loss, and all in a sumptuous and romantic package ... life in general, summed up in 10 songs. "More Than This" is one of my very favorite songs ever, ever ever; and I intend to have the title track played at my funeral.
8) What song, book, movie, tv show, short story, etc. comes closest to hitting you where you live? You heard it, read it, watched it and thought it could be describing my life. It is like it was written for me.
"Galileo" by the Indigo Girls: "Look what I had to overcome from my last life -- I think I'll write a book ...."
7) What is your favorite record? That would be a record as a whole and it cannot be a greatest hits album. It's not your favorite song, but the collection as a whole on a record.
"Avalon" by Roxy Music. Don't even have to burst a brain cell to answer this one! I've loved it since it first came out in ... ahem ... 1981. I cannot tell you how many times I've listened to it, how I know every nuance of every song. (And mucho credit to Robin for actually calling it a "record," rather than a CD! I have both versions, but the latter lacks the warmth and the familiarity of the former.) There is beauty, love, loss, and all in a sumptuous and romantic package ... life in general, summed up in 10 songs. "More Than This" is one of my very favorite songs ever, ever ever; and I intend to have the title track played at my funeral.
8) What song, book, movie, tv show, short story, etc. comes closest to hitting you where you live? You heard it, read it, watched it and thought it could be describing my life. It is like it was written for me.
"Galileo" by the Indigo Girls: "Look what I had to overcome from my last life -- I think I'll write a book ...."
Okay, now here are my 8 victims ... um, "invitees":
Andrea - Andrea the Kitchen Witch
Candace - Mi Chiamo Candace
Heather - Girlichef
Kristin - Kuppy Kakes by Kristin
Michelle - All Home Cooking. All Year Long.
Natasha - 5 Minutes Just for Me
Sheila - Reforming U
Shelley - I'm Still Standing
And here's what I'd like to know about you:
1. What is your favorite work of art?
2. What do you collect, if anything?
3. What faith were you raised in? And do you still belong to that one, or have you found another, or ...?
4. What is your favorite flavor of jelly/jam to use for a PB&J?
Monday, June 7, 2010
"Now the Party's Over, I'm So Tired ...."
Unfortunately, due to it also being First Communion and wedding and whatnot season -- not to mention the monsoon and flooding and tornado that hit Southeast Michigan on Saturday night (contributing an unwelcome 1" of water to my basement clutter, which will now have to be pitched by Jeremy and his buddies in exchange for pizza and sodas) -- not everyone we'd invited could attend. But we were thrilled to share our celebration with those who could, and hope they not only enjoyed themselves as much as we did but that they've recovered from their diabetic comas after indulging in our extensive (24 offerings, all homemade!) Dessert Buffet.
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