<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:26:11.638-04:00</updated><category term='lemon'/><category term='Cilantro'/><category term='Off Topic'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Barlean&apos;s'/><category term='Egg Casserole'/><category term='Pepper Fire Tasty Grill Weber Performer'/><category term='food safety fridge storage mold go bad meat aging condiments'/><category term='California'/><category term='Mustard'/><category term='Green'/><category term='appetizers'/><category term='pork'/><category term='charcoal hickory smoke'/><category term='Coriander'/><category term='Flaxseed Oil'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='new york strip'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='glycemic index'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='adzuki beans'/><category term='rosemary'/><category term='Marinade'/><category term='glucose'/><category term='First Day of Spring'/><category term='Camera'/><category term='Family Food Memory'/><category term='cinnamon'/><category term='Affordable Quaff'/><category term='Saturday&apos;s Spice'/><category term='saucy papa'/><category term='wobsite'/><category term='blag'/><category term='Apple Cider Vinegar'/><category term='lentils'/><category term='Bragg&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Saucy Mama And Her Spicy Sidekicks</title><subtitle type='html'>Journey along with our transcontinental family of food adventurers as we Explore the spicy saucyness of everyday life, cooking, eating, and imbibing.  Prost! Cheers! Salute! Slante! Na Zdrowie!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-6221471318853022342</id><published>2009-03-26T22:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:24:57.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching The Sun Go To China</title><content type='html'>On the beach in San Deigo, watching the day end...November 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun go to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBz77EArI/AAAAAAAAALY/zDCAwKHxsK8/s1600-h/IMG_1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317697620532265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBz77EArI/AAAAAAAAALY/zDCAwKHxsK8/s400/IMG_1972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBzb2YcbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MBwlH4b6cSE/s1600-h/IMG_1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317697611922698674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBzb2YcbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MBwlH4b6cSE/s400/IMG_1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBzbiHE1I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZthhyaZ9RDg/s1600-h/IMG_1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317697611837674322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBzbiHE1I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZthhyaZ9RDg/s400/IMG_1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBzJYP5cI/AAAAAAAAALA/yTEi78yAcVs/s1600-h/IMG_1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317697606964471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBzJYP5cI/AAAAAAAAALA/yTEi78yAcVs/s400/IMG_1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-6221471318853022342?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6221471318853022342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=6221471318853022342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6221471318853022342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6221471318853022342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-sun-go-to-china.html' title='Watching The Sun Go To China'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScxBz77EArI/AAAAAAAAALY/zDCAwKHxsK8/s72-c/IMG_1972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-3159879954837609700</id><published>2009-03-25T15:49:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:45:10.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not Wine On Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqKs7xIKrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3IfzTauPVRs/s1600-h/IMG_2295-747617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317214814626917042" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqKs7xIKrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3IfzTauPVRs/s320/IMG_2295-747617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;We here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SaucyMama's&lt;/span&gt; are always on the lookout for that affordable quaff. Especially now that our 401 looks like a 201. During the last 6 months even the term affordable has taken on a new deflationary meaning. We now search for wine that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DRC&lt;/span&gt; (down-right cheap)! Yes, we've tasted a fair amount of schlock, and assigned it to the marinade category. But this wine is a find! &lt;em&gt;Vina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 2007 is a Chilean Cab with lots of character. It has a great mouth feel with a dark berry nose and hints of chocolate and mocha. With grilling season just now underway &lt;em&gt;V. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will play a role.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maipo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.vinamaipo.com/eng/home.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; notes that the grapes were harvested in March and April. Not surprising given that its the South American autumn, but just an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to us North &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ameri&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;centrics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Vina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; comes in a 1.5L bottle for just over ten bucks at Sam's here in Ohio (and yes, Sam's offers a case discount). As &lt;a href="http://www.cramers-mad-money.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cramer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; says &lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BuyBuyBuy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;' While gloating over my find, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SpicyBBQ&lt;/span&gt; informed me that the 2007 Chilean Cabs are the sleeper wines of the year. Which means much more research is required....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;And while the seasons wane in Chile as they are now harvesting the 2009 Vintage, here we have the first signs of spring in the Midwest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqPVBDcwaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EHwCkzod0E4/s1600-h/IMG_2283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317219901287219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqPVBDcwaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EHwCkzod0E4/s400/IMG_2283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqTsILrtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gN9FHxuTQFU/s1600-h/IMG_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317224696384304802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqTsILrtqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gN9FHxuTQFU/s400/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-3159879954837609700?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3159879954837609700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=3159879954837609700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/3159879954837609700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/3159879954837609700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-not-wine-on-wednesday.html' title='Why Not Wine On Wednesday!'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/ScqKs7xIKrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3IfzTauPVRs/s72-c/IMG_2295-747617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-1962587290458510625</id><published>2008-06-19T11:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:23.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><title type='text'>I Say Clematis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9BZNL6tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rH4R59mgqSM/s1600-h/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213616981534304978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9BZNL6tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rH4R59mgqSM/s400/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clematis, with the 'a' spoken like the 'a' in apple, is the Midwestern pronunciation. I planted this Jackmanii next to an orange Trumpet Vine in anticipation that the Clematis would weave in and out of the trumpets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9ujqXC7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0O2v5SvGzQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213617757435136946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9ujqXC7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0O2v5SvGzQ4/s400/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clematis though likes to weave itself to the driveway side of the fence and display itself there. Of course that's where the sun first shows it face....and I'm wondering if all my flowers lean toward the East?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9dfFUj7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3caa4WbO5EQ/s1600-h/IMG_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213617464148266930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9dfFUj7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/3caa4WbO5EQ/s400/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trumpets are in bud, but look like their a week away from blooming. The other day, I spotted a returning hummingbird checking for blooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-1962587290458510625?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1962587290458510625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=1962587290458510625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1962587290458510625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1962587290458510625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-say-clematis.html' title='I Say Clematis...'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFp9BZNL6tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rH4R59mgqSM/s72-c/IMG_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-5993925102344351411</id><published>2008-06-17T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:23.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Topic'/><title type='text'>Off Topic Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFfdWZdJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vgyDnthnSos/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212878470564674130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFfdWZdJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vgyDnthnSos/s400/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuscany shawl knitted in Berger du Nord Belle (silk, 5 skeins). Given to a friend in need of comfort. Soaked, blocked, and ironed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-5993925102344351411?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5993925102344351411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=5993925102344351411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5993925102344351411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5993925102344351411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-topic-tuesday.html' title='Off Topic Tuesday'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFfdWZdJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vgyDnthnSos/s72-c/IMG_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-4167901595444452558</id><published>2008-06-15T17:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:26.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Simply the Best Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;One of the most important things I've learned in life is the ability to smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I'm not quite sure where I learned it - but on this - Father's Day - I think I need to give some credit to my Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWEz7ZKSpI/AAAAAAAADeI/y2SBo4of6wI/s1600-h/The+Trip+Backup+021_2-711867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWEz7ZKSpI/AAAAAAAADeI/y2SBo4of6wI/s320/The+Trip+Backup+021_2-711867.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218171402635922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Always remember to smile - a good lesson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE0pxv7xI/AAAAAAAADeQ/ga-T3BKtFk4/s1600-h/The+Trip+Backup+028-714111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE0pxv7xI/AAAAAAAADeQ/ga-T3BKtFk4/s320/The+Trip+Backup+028-714111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218183853797138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Again - smiling.  How can one person be so happy.....?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;but that's Dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE062wK6I/AAAAAAAADeY/sqtEMJEz-QU/s1600-h/The+Trip+Backup+035-715667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE062wK6I/AAAAAAAADeY/sqtEMJEz-QU/s320/The+Trip+Backup+035-715667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218188438186914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Dad loves a good pint - and perhaps going to Ireland was the supreme pilgrimage....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE1XCMNUI/AAAAAAAADeg/WAW7F7Ga82E/s1600-h/The+Trip+Backup+016-717522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE1XCMNUI/AAAAAAAADeg/WAW7F7Ga82E/s320/The+Trip+Backup+016-717522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218196002354498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Dad loves a good brew - in fact he loves one.  Now he's a hip-ster, toting an iPod, a Blackberry, and a laptop.  But lets grab a snapshot in 2001 - when technology puzzled him.  Interested - Curious - Clueless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE17uU-rI/AAAAAAAADeo/Yd_pvd6L9Bg/s1600-h/washington+dc+2003+071-719431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE17uU-rI/AAAAAAAADeo/Yd_pvd6L9Bg/s320/washington+dc+2003+071-719431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218205851155122" /&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;WDC = Washington DC - the Smithsonian.  Dad  is an American, thru and Thru.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE2dmA2dI/AAAAAAAADew/9QOUahgGm2k/s1600-h/washington+dc+2003+092-721003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE2dmA2dI/AAAAAAAADew/9QOUahgGm2k/s320/washington+dc+2003+092-721003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218214943087058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;But he loves a quick pint - and so we oblige.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE2i06FWI/AAAAAAAADe4/lB_Far9V8qQ/s1600-h/washington+dc+2003+093-722805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE2i06FWI/AAAAAAAADe4/lB_Far9V8qQ/s320/washington+dc+2003+093-722805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218216347735394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE3KrELkI/AAAAAAAADfA/lKvpR5KMva4/s1600-h/P1010169-724739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE3KrELkI/AAAAAAAADfA/lKvpR5KMva4/s320/P1010169-724739.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218227043872322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Foreign countries don't phase him - bring on the Canadians - in Niagara Falls.  Does it phase him?  Nope - he's still smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE3kzypGI/AAAAAAAADfI/V85AsIBXFEk/s1600-h/P1010228-726543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWE3kzypGI/AAAAAAAADfI/V85AsIBXFEk/s320/P1010228-726543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212218234059793506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;And there they are - Mom and Dad.  They got married nearly sixty years ago -  bursting with the passion of youth.  What do they do as an encore, when their children are all grown?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;My friends, I fret and hem and haw, but I can truly say when they meet, it's hard for me to describe - but my parents are In Love.  Still Crazy After All these Years........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;So today, on Fathers' Day - I give thanks and praise - and love - to Mom, and of course, Dad - still together, and still crazy, after all these years......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;And sadly, we bid farewell to the Dad of Dad this year - a man who passed with no regrets.  At this end - I thank both of them - my grandfather (who I'll never see again) and my father (may many moons pass) - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-4167901595444452558?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4167901595444452558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=4167901595444452558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/4167901595444452558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/4167901595444452558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/simply-best-dad.html' title='Simply the Best Dad'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/SFWEz7ZKSpI/AAAAAAAADeI/y2SBo4of6wI/s72-c/The+Trip+Backup+021_2-711867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-3289413514662237766</id><published>2008-06-15T16:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:26.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Our Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFV-VYpR-UI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lJ83KDo83uA/s1600-h/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212211049609165122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFV-VYpR-UI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lJ83KDo83uA/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to all the dads in the world! Do any of us really know our effect on our offspring? How often do we--as parents thank our children for being themselves and thus model to them what we would like to hear in return. What have we yet to say to our parents and hope our children say to us in return? A contrived social holiday offers me the chance to gather my thoughts and express my thanks to my Dad who always stood beside me. I knew if worse came to worse Dad would be there--how lucky is that? And I am grateful that my children feel the same about their father. Celebrate the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFWAtIhF7wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wC2e7C1F6sc/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212213656619970306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFWAtIhF7wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wC2e7C1F6sc/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-3289413514662237766?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3289413514662237766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=3289413514662237766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/3289413514662237766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/3289413514662237766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-all-our-fathers.html' title='To All Our Fathers'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFV-VYpR-UI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lJ83KDo83uA/s72-c/IMG_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-7580944753009865245</id><published>2008-06-14T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:27.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><title type='text'>Not Quite Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmbPfzyybI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OJ6eiWqffbI/s1600-h/IMG_0032-720393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208865134569769394" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmbPfzyybI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OJ6eiWqffbI/s320/IMG_0032-720393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Not quite a Saturday Spice.... but this incipient pepper is growing in a pot on my deck. It is surrounded by baby parsley plants. Like many others, I'm trying to lessen my carbon footprint on this planet. And like many others, I was heartened by Michael Pollan's &lt;a href="http://michaelpollan.com/article.php?id=92"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about growing even a little of one's own food as a way to keep green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;In the past my yard did have a vegetable garden, but the growth of neighboring shrubs and trees (planted in anticipation of global warming) keeps the yard in light shade most of the day. My deck though probably gets about 6 hours of sunlight. So...I'm trying veggies in pots--I even found a book at the library: &lt;em&gt;Crops in Pots&lt;/em&gt; by Bob Purnell&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; The book details an assortment of planting combinations that make your veggie plantings look as good as pots of flowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Along with the peppers and parsley combo, I'm trying beets with bush cucumbers, tomatoes with bush basil, and separate pots of carrots, mesclun, rainbow swiss chard, fennel, and pattypan squash. At the farmer's market I even found a hanging pot of Tiny Tim tomatoes which now hangs on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rainbow chard.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFP7plXvy6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/T_1FhQQSYJE/s1600-h/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211785885622717346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFP7plXvy6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/T_1FhQQSYJE/s400/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFP9yJ8UP8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1JTnQ0vfpdM/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211788231901986754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFP9yJ8UP8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1JTnQ0vfpdM/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Tiny Tim tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFP-m1ay9yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QFceaPNNS60/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211789136925751074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFP-m1ay9yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QFceaPNNS60/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trying to keep Green&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-7580944753009865245?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7580944753009865245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=7580944753009865245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/7580944753009865245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/7580944753009865245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-quite-spice.html' title='Not Quite Spice'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmbPfzyybI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OJ6eiWqffbI/s72-c/IMG_0032-720393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2343016823946709670</id><published>2008-06-13T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:28.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosemary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><title type='text'>Lemons Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFLFkOKFJrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ds1DMIOScjE/s1600-h/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211444944887424690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFLFkOKFJrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ds1DMIOScjE/s400/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lemons! Lemons are a common ingredient here in the USA. Lemons are not really that prevalent in the rest of the world. The rest of the world uses limes. I actually like limes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!--because lime is so good with rum. But back to lemons.... last night I marinated my pork-loin kabobs in the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;juice of 1 lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 smashed garlic clove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;splash olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good shake of Mrs. Dash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 Tbs of pestle ground rosemary (next time I'll try fresh rosemary).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a shake of salt and pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Next time I'll add a TBS+ of honey).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marinate for 30 minutes to 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grill 12-18 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serve with veggies of choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Saucy Husband was impressed....always a good thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2343016823946709670?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2343016823946709670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2343016823946709670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2343016823946709670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2343016823946709670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/lemons-again.html' title='Lemons Again!'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SFLFkOKFJrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ds1DMIOScjE/s72-c/IMG_0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-7829152138471183312</id><published>2008-06-06T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:28.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><title type='text'>A Summer Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmHRh6C9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fApuaG5UaJo/s1600-h/IMG_0028_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208843179260048466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmHRh6C9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fApuaG5UaJo/s400/IMG_0028_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New camera: Canon SX100. The macro setting is fabulous. Now to work on keeping the hands steady. Summer heat is building here in central Ohio. Lucy is on the lookout for the first signs of chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmJu6IZ99I/AAAAAAAAAEE/J20YUjY5hsY/s1600-h/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208845883002189778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmJu6IZ99I/AAAAAAAAAEE/J20YUjY5hsY/s400/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we here on the deck are enjoying a mojito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmKkRBDBMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PSIjy6HPtIs/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208846799678407874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmKkRBDBMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PSIjy6HPtIs/s400/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching the flowers grow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmOtvuNooI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6sM9q-a-jdk/s1600-h/IMG_0051_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmOtvuNooI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6sM9q-a-jdk/s400/IMG_0051_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208851360586244738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-7829152138471183312?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/7829152138471183312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=7829152138471183312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/7829152138471183312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/7829152138471183312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-camera-canon-sx100.html' title='A Summer Smile'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SEmHRh6C9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fApuaG5UaJo/s72-c/IMG_0028_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-4080353082411621308</id><published>2008-04-14T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:28.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SASvF_sxMCI/AAAAAAAAADM/GwDl5XvVY60/s1600-h/IMG00057roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189465188171067426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SASvF_sxMCI/AAAAAAAAADM/GwDl5XvVY60/s400/IMG00057roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;House of Saucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;celebration &lt;/span&gt;mode today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This recipe came to me from a SaucySister and her SpicySpouse. SaucySister#5 labeled it Celebration Biscotti, and might of been commenting on her (then) soon to be wedding to her SpicySpouse. Beng a SpicyMama myself--I knew what she was referring to... I've probably had this recipe (typed and written from her hand) over 18 years. The paper folds are yellowed, and the spots are probably brandy residue. I often make this recipe as part of my Christmas cookie repertoire. Its a nice big batch that will serve any crowd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SpicySister Celebration Biscotti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 C Sugar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 C Butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 TBS Pernod, or Anisette, or Amaretto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 TBS Cognac, or Brandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Tsp vanilla extract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Tsp almond extract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 C coarsely chopped toasted almonds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 eggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 C unsifted all-purpose flour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 TBS baking powder (Martha Tip: make sure its fresh, because it can wear out)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toast nuts for 5 minutes in 400º oven or until lightly browned. Let cool to touch. Mix sugar with butter, Pernod, cognac, extracts and nuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beat in the eggs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mix flour and baking powder and stir into mixture--blend thoroughly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cover and chill the dough for at least 2 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape dough directly on greased baking sheets (without sides) with your hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form flat loaves that are about 1/2 thick and 2 inches wide, and as long as the baking sheet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place no more that 2 loaves, parallel and well apart on a pan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake at 375º for 20 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remove from oven and let loaves cool on pans until you can touch them (if the loaves crumble, let cool longer).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut into diagonal slices about 1/2-3/4" thick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay slices on cut sides, close together on the baking sheets, and return to the 375º oven for 15 minutes more, or until lightly toasted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool on wire racks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Store in airtight containers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes about 9 dozen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian Tradition calls for Vin Santo, but we are not. I like my cookies with cappuccino, although the SpiceQueen and the PepperPrince would choose tea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-4080353082411621308?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4080353082411621308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=4080353082411621308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/4080353082411621308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/4080353082411621308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/04/house-of-saucy-is-in-celebration-mode.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/SASvF_sxMCI/AAAAAAAAADM/GwDl5XvVY60/s72-c/IMG00057roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2267650550206815804</id><published>2008-04-05T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:38:34.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Spice: Bay Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/Laurus-nobilis-flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/Laurus-nobilis-flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LOVELY BAY LAUREL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first memory of hearing about herbs and spices is linked to the bay leaf. It was probably the wonderful beef stew made by the SpiceQueen. Before this, I just ate--never thinking about the flavoring that was done to food. I'm guessing I was 9 or 10 years old, and had spooned out of my stew a bay leaf, thinking it was a sibling joke. What followed was my first lesson in food flavorings. Later sometime in school, I found it hard to believe that those dried &lt;em&gt;bay leaves&lt;/em&gt; were the laurel wreaths of ancient Greek and Roman heroes. The words baccalaureate and poet laureate, as well as the name Laurence owe homage to the ideas that surround the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bay_leaf"&gt;bay laurel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bay leaf&lt;/em&gt; was one of my kitchen start-up herbs when I began my married life, and so it has flavored my numerous stews and soups, and broths along the way. Lately, I've begun to sniff my spices like I sniff my wine looking for the aromatic elements that make them individuals. I noticed that the smell of &lt;em&gt;bay leaf&lt;/em&gt; is mildly reminiscent of rosemary, although rosemary is stronger and more piney when crushed. &lt;em&gt;Bay leaf&lt;/em&gt; is also part of that fragrant mix we call pickling spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking to stretch the boundaries of how I cook with ingredients, I discovered this most adventuresome &lt;a href="http://lucullian.blogspot.com/"&gt;cook&lt;/a&gt; who has opened my MiddleNorthernEastern European cooking eyes to the &lt;a href="http://lucullian.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html"&gt;baking side &lt;/a&gt;of bay leaf.  Scroll down to September 17th '07 for a pistachio tart flavored with &lt;em&gt;bay leaf&lt;/em&gt;.  I don't have a &lt;em&gt;bay leaf&lt;/em&gt; recipe to share yet, but I'm now thinking in a new direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2267650550206815804?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2267650550206815804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2267650550206815804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2267650550206815804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2267650550206815804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturdays-spice-bay-leaf.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Spice: Bay Leaf'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-5558427880359640733</id><published>2008-04-02T02:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:24:55.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Habaneros:  How Hot is Hot?</title><content type='html'>I've always found it interesting that&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/86/Habanero_closeup_edit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; the word for Hot can mean both full-of-heat, and spicy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's post focuses on the Spicy side of Hot.  Specifically, the Habanero pepper.  This hot little number scores a 500,000 on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scoville_scale"&gt;Scoville scale&lt;/a&gt;.  By contrast, that "hot" jalapeno clicks in at about 5000.  So its hot.  Of course, those Pepper Sprays have something like 1,500,000 units of Scoville, so I don't think I'm stepping into permanently damaging behavior zone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how hot? Today I put that to the test.   To see how many Habaneros I could eat without drinking a glass of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the store and grabbed a 6-pack of Corona cervezas.  These are the best thirst quencher for a hot bite to eat.  Spicy foods go best with Mexican-type beers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along side of that, I bought 24 Habanero peppers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must have been some sight at the checkout lane, me with my 6 beers and 24 habanero peppers.  Oh what did the cashier think I was up to?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I chopped about 5 of the peppers in half, thinking that if I can't get to five, I might have to settle with halves.  So, say, I might get to  3.5  But once you get over 5, well, its whole number time, no halfzies.  Although I guess I could save the last cut-in-half ones for the final half, if I could stand it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I settled down to begin my insanity.  Perhaps first, I should describe the rules I allowed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  No water or other liquid to drown the taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  At least three chews of the pepper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  If I spit it out, it doesn't count.  I must ingest the pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  I don't need to eat the stems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  No eating of other food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  I can drink as much Corona as I want when I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tossed in the first pepper.  Whooooo - it was hot!  Too hot.  I eyed the trusty half-cut pepper thinking I might not make it to 2.  Would 1.5 be respectable?  I took more than a few chews....munching the pepper into my mouth.  I didn't chew too hard, as I didn't want to release the spice in the seeds.  Everyone says the seeds are the spiciest part.  Well, let me tell you, seeds or not, this is one HOT PEPPER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mouth was on fire, burning.  I tried not to touch my lips because I know that the spice on the lips really hurts.  And my tongue?  Oh my, as they say in Spanish, En Fuego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile, a silly numbness settled on me.  I tossed in a second pepper.  And the burn was back.  They talk about getting addicted to spice, and I like spice, but this was too much.  I had set the Corona to chill in an icy water bath.  They looked very good.  I had put the bottle opener far away though, to prevent me from an impulse beer opening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had looked for the Habanero world record, and couldn't find it.  No doubt, if you can eat one, you can eat as many as you want....so that record probably has a time limit.  Or maybe not.  As the spice eats away at your stomach and intestinal lining, perhaps it makes you stop.  We'll find out.  I hadn't consulted medical advise, but was beginning to think perhaps I should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In went pepper 5.  Mouth on fire.  Stomach on fire.  Beer looking cold and neglected.  I couldn't just leave it there, could I?  It was lonely.  I looked at the peppers, there were 10 slices and then another 10 or so while ones.  They seemed happy, shiny, sitting there with friends, but the poor beer was all cold in the ice.  I reached for the beer.  Grabbed it, and placed it against my sweaty forehead.  In fact my forehead was so sweaty that the drops were running down my nose and mixing with the tears pouring out of my eyes.  It was painful, but tolerable.  But barely.  Each movement of my jaw brought new waves of pain.  I didn't think I could manage the three chews that I had required of myself.  Each chew invited more pain.  I decided I would do 3 more, so I would end on 8.  It was 2008.  The year of the Rat and all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate number 6.  Ouch.  Each bite was pain.  Three chews isn't enough to eat something, of course.  How many is?  Well, I'll tell you, its 12.  12 bites.  And the effort it took to bite, well, took effort.  Strong effort, such that any attempt not to chew seeds was right out.  I am sure I mashed them up.  So much for strategy.  I reached for the bottle opener.  Put it by the bottle.  I was beginning to feel like you feel when you have to take a leak so bad, but you're still 10 minutes from home.  Your legs cross, and you envision pulling into the driveway, before fighting with your keys to get the door open to run into the house and into the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was as I popped in pepper number seven and started chewing.  It was too much, and the next thing I heard was the POP of the bottle-cap, severed from the top of the bottle in one swift practiced motion, as if I'd been practicing my entire life for this one moment.  And no time for a lime, the Corona touched my lips, filling my mouth, already half full with Habanero, and woosh, gulp, down went pepper number 7.  A gasp of air, one last jolt of pain, and then the Corona again, swoosh swoosh swoosh, until my mouth was cold as ice.  No feeling.  And no more beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then feeling returned to my mouth and I wished it hadn't.  The burn.  And burn.  The burn snuck in, but became a raging inferno almost instantly, coming out of nowhere.  It was there all along, but you couldn't feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minutes turned to hours.  The Corona disappeared, leaving only clear glass bottles with squeezed limes in the bottom.  And finally, normalcy returned to my mouth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suspect I won't eat anything spicy again for a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I'm counting that last pepper.  It counts when you chew it.  If you don't believe me, go ahead, try it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-5558427880359640733?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5558427880359640733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=5558427880359640733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5558427880359640733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5558427880359640733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/04/habaneros-how-hot-is-hot.html' title='Habaneros:  How Hot is Hot?'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-1998351179399782113</id><published>2008-03-22T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:29.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egg Casserole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Spice'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Spice: Mustard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R-ASP-h9zKI/AAAAAAAAACM/K4rd_BZlzek/s1600-h/Oakvillemustard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179159637168868514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R-ASP-h9zKI/AAAAAAAAACM/K4rd_BZlzek/s320/Oakvillemustard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mustard Fields Bloom In Napa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mustard that grows in Napa is a wild flower (&lt;em&gt;Brassica rapa&lt;/em&gt;). It is closely related to green cabbage-like vegetables such as &lt;em&gt;bok choy&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;napa cabbage&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;turnips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Wild blooming mustard signals the beginning of spring in California, and is celebrated in the Napa Valley with the &lt;a href="http://www.mustardfestival.com/index.html"&gt;Mustard Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wider &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brassica"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brassica&lt;/em&gt; family&lt;/a&gt; is one of the world's agricultural work horses, and is said to include the greatest number of useful edibles. These vegetables go by the name &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruciferous_vegetables"&gt;cruciferous&lt;/a&gt; and we eat its roots (rutabagas, turnips), stems (kohlrabi), leaves (cabbage, brussels sprouts, kale, collard greens), flowers (cauliflower, broccoli), and seeds (mustards, condiments). Rapeseed oil, and canola oil are also products of &lt;em&gt;Brassica&lt;/em&gt; seeds. And maybe sooner rather than latter, we will all be driving cars filled with such &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapeseed"&gt;biodiesel &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various mustards sit in my fridge. I'm partial to Dijon in my salad dressings, and my egg casserole. I use honey mustard as a quick and easy rub for grilled pork tenderloin, and nothing says childhood like the spicy brown mustard we used on brats, and ham and rye sandwiches. This &lt;a href="http://www.thenibble.com/reviews/main/condiments/other/mustard-glossary.asp"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; provides a nice listing of the many different kinds of mustards and then there's the &lt;a href="http://www.mustardweb.com/"&gt;Mustard&lt;/a&gt; museum.&lt;br /&gt;With just a touch of tang from the Dijon mustard this cheese and egg casserole makes a great entree for brunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Touch of Tang Cheese and Egg Casserole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2# grated Swiss cheese (Gruyer is a nice alternative)&lt;br /&gt;4 TBS butter (Less does not hurt the dish)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk (Over the years I've used many different milk combinations, from 2% with half and half, to all half and half--basically the richer the milk the richer the dish). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;Dash of pepper&lt;br /&gt;1-2 TBS prepared Dijon mustard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12 slightly beaten eggs (I use a fork to break the yolks and swirl with the whites--do not beat). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Butter 13x9 casserole dish ( I think glass works best)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spread cheese on bottom of dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dot with butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mix Milk/Cream with seasoning + mustard&lt;br /&gt;Pour 1/2 of liquid mix over cheese&lt;br /&gt;Pour beaten eggs over cheese/milk mixture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pour rest of milk mix over eggs (The milk mixture will not completely cover the eggs, and I usually pour it on in a zigzag fashion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bake at 325 for 35 mins. or until eggs set (no longer than another 10 mins.).&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Champagne is always a good choice with brunch and reminds many in my family of the great Easter A'la Carte Breakfast of the early 80's. The restaurant seated us in a remote part of the restaurant, setting several bottles of champagne on the table, and them promptly forgot about us. We managed to snag the champagne server several more times before a waiter ever showed up.....can I say that by then food was simply an afterthought . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-1998351179399782113?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1998351179399782113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=1998351179399782113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1998351179399782113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1998351179399782113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturdays-spice-mustard.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Spice: Mustard'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R-ASP-h9zKI/AAAAAAAAACM/K4rd_BZlzek/s72-c/Oakvillemustard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-5669596938561915297</id><published>2008-03-22T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:01:02.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><content type='html'>My father-in-law died yesterday. He was 90 years old. The man was known for planting potatoes in the spring in his suburban backyard. As an Irishman, (really only 1/2 because his mother was 100% German), growing potatoes was Mike's way of participating in ancestral traditions. I've often wondered if the love of potatoes is in part genetic. Mike died with 12 of his 13 children around him. How lucky is that! I married son #4. I salute Mike's passing with a shot of brandy (because that's what he drank)...and will always remember his light polka steps on the dance floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-5669596938561915297?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5669596938561915297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=5669596938561915297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5669596938561915297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5669596938561915297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/mike.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-736920984155266930</id><published>2008-03-20T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:24:26.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Day of Spring'/><title type='text'>The Pulse of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spring now more warm sun&lt;br /&gt;teases tulips daffodils&lt;br /&gt;still hints frost ice snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(rla)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the sun showed up today, but not the spring temperatures you would expect. Complaints about the spring season are numerous. But here in the midwest, what others call spring doesn't show up till May. British author Frances Trollope expresses our human impatience with this season in the yearly cycle: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace, which is delicious in autumn, is most tormenting in the spring. (Domestic Manners of the Americans 1832)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoreau, who lived in a candle-light age, suggests a different rhythm to our interaction with the natural world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature—&lt;br /&gt;If the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep,&lt;br /&gt;If the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you—&lt;br /&gt;Know that the morning and spring of your life are past.&lt;br /&gt;Thus may you feel your pulse.&lt;br /&gt;(Henry David Thoreau, Journal entry February 25, 1859).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how difficult it was to be an insomniac before electricity, TV, and now the instant internet. More recently, lack of sleep was viewed as an element of individual prowess and stamina. Now its just plain unhealthy, and linked to obesity, increasing glucose intolerance, and blood pressure problems. This all makes me think its time to open a bottle of evening antioxidents and toast the arrival of Spring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-736920984155266930?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/736920984155266930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=736920984155266930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/736920984155266930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/736920984155266930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/pulse-of-spring.html' title='The Pulse of Spring'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-1645700720858521285</id><published>2008-03-17T17:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:29.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Salute To All Things Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SpicyPapa's paternal family left the Emerald Isle during the famine times, and somehow found their way to Wisconsin. In the summer, Wisconsin does have much in common with the greenness of Ireland, and the scene below from our own trip to Eire in 2001 shows what could easily pass for the shores of Lake Michigan. The winter months are quite dissimilar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R97k4Oh9zJI/AAAAAAAAACE/BSTLhtRHowU/s1600-h/CIMG0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178828276147014802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R97k4Oh9zJI/AAAAAAAAACE/BSTLhtRHowU/s320/CIMG0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the Spicy Sidekicks were young their SpicyPapa served up hot green cereal and milk for breakfast. Now days they can toast each other by phone as they down the real mother's milk of Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R97igeh9zHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X4mQp6yk-C4/s1600-h/CIMG0070-712673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178825669101866098" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R97igeh9zHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X4mQp6yk-C4/s320/CIMG0070-712673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do Americans need to celebrate St. Paddy's Day? Well, its the middle of gray gloomy March here in the midwest, and usually there's nothing going on--this year excepted with an earlier Easter than usual. Its no wonder that the biggest St. Paddy's celebration belongs to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/ct-080309stpat-photogallery,0,3958900.photogallery"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. The last real national party was January 1st. They say in Ireland that St Patrick's Day tends to be a little more sedate and linked to the curious notion of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bank_holiday"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bank Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. We Americans do suffer when banks have off--case in point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dealbook.blogs.nytimes.com/category/bear-stearns-crisis/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bear Stearns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, but we don't call them Bank Holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In honor of the American trait for some kind of universal &lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/syncretism"&gt;syncretism&lt;/a&gt; I dedicate this song to any St. Paddy's Day celebration.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgGtjNqrdHA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgGtjNqrdHA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need to know more about bagpipes? See &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uilleann_pipes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bagpipes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-1645700720858521285?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1645700720858521285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=1645700720858521285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1645700720858521285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1645700720858521285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/salute-to-all-things-green.html' title='A Salute To All Things Green'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R97k4Oh9zJI/AAAAAAAAACE/BSTLhtRHowU/s72-c/CIMG0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2201092563086670815</id><published>2008-03-15T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:29.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coriander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cilantro'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Spice: Green and Gold Coriander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R9x-m-h9zEI/AAAAAAAAABY/uDKj6QChyKk/s1600-h/IMG00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178152879654816834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R9x-m-h9zEI/AAAAAAAAABY/uDKj6QChyKk/s320/IMG00038.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coriander (&lt;em&gt;Coriandrum Sativum&lt;/em&gt;) is what we call the ground seeds of the green herb Cilantro. I didn't know this till I fell in love with the flavor of cilantro on a vacation trip with a college-aged sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine a sunny California afternoon in 1980&lt;/em&gt;--we stopped at some fresh food vegetarian outdoor cafe...she was the vegetarian. It might have been somewhere in Sonoma, but I don't really remember. What I still recall with sunlight clarity is the taste of the finely chopped carrot, onion, and tomato salsa generously flecked with the greenness of cilantro. It was the very first time I thought &lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;to make this at home&lt;/em&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;Food Lover's Companion&lt;/em&gt; suggests that cilantro is the world's most used herb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor 1st cousin coriander, I generally consigned it to Christmas cooking until I discovered its role in Indian food. Even Wikipedia notes that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coriander"&gt;coriander&lt;/a&gt; is underused in European cooking traditions except for flavoring sausages and sometimes rye bread--both part of my food heritage. In an attempt to use more of what's in the spice drawer, I now sprinkle ground coriander on peeled, cubed, and olive oiled butternut squash. Roasted at 350º for 45-60 mins. It's an easy side dish for roasted meats of any persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunny Cilantro Salsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Medium Carrot&lt;br /&gt;1 Medium Red or White Onion&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Garden Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro to Taste (I start with 1/2 bunch) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use the food processor, or finely chop with a knife&lt;br /&gt;Thin with tomato juice, or pure tomato sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes a squeeze of lemon or lime&lt;br /&gt;SpicyBBQ would probably add a jalapeno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve With Chips while humming.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wI6uAOHzvo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wI6uAOHzvo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2201092563086670815?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2201092563086670815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2201092563086670815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2201092563086670815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2201092563086670815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturdays-spice-coriander.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Spice: Green and Gold Coriander'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R9x-m-h9zEI/AAAAAAAAABY/uDKj6QChyKk/s72-c/IMG00038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-6382117093275384667</id><published>2008-03-14T17:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:30.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Time With Teacups</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R9rxYeh9zBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9KAqAUzsh_E/s1600-h/teacups-776935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177716124430486546" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R9rxYeh9zBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9KAqAUzsh_E/s320/teacups-776935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tea Time 4:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boil pour steep enjoy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sit sip nibble Chocolate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snacks with evening chats. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SaucyMama's Mom, the SpiceQueen, informed her way back in 1990 that tea was the healthful beverage of choice for her and the PepperPrince. Yes, they would still do coffee in the morning, but the 4:00 o'clock hour would now be called Tea Time. This coincided with the SpiceQueen informing SaucyMama that at their age, the SpiceQueen and the PepperPrince would now be eating their main dinner at lunch time--another healthful choice. Amazingly, I don't know what she read, or how she came to this, but the SpiceQueen was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/prescient"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prescient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in the extreme about the healthfulness of tea. Let me say that the SpiceQueen was an early adopter of yogurt as a healthful breakfast alternative to cold cereal. SpiceQueen even made her own yogurt in those early days before Dannon and Yoplait. The healthfulness of tea is now being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tea.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;researched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whfoods.org/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;amp;dbid=146#summary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;documented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PepperPrince is partial to the Classic Lipton, while the SpiceQueen is a bit more adventuresome. While not an endorsement, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tazo.com/default.asp?hasFlash=1&amp;amp;init="&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has a fun little virtual tea leaf reader. I myself consider tea the daytime wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-6382117093275384667?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6382117093275384667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=6382117093275384667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6382117093275384667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6382117093275384667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/tea-time-with-teacups.html' title='Tea Time With Teacups'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R9rxYeh9zBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9KAqAUzsh_E/s72-c/teacups-776935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-8052349185015364182</id><published>2008-03-08T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:52:22.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food safety fridge storage mold go bad meat aging condiments'/><title type='text'>Is it still good to eat?  Because its been in my fridge a long time!</title><content type='html'>Well, if you're a bachelor like me,  you have a wide variety of things in your fridge.  And no idea when they arrived there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick glance inside my fridge shows things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberry Jam (certainly old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sriracha (likely old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worcestershire sauce (don't know where this came from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butter (from last thanksgiving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tobasco Chipotle sauce (this stuff is good!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several Mustards (Newish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maple Syrup (I know I didn't buy this...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ever wonder how long this stuff lasts?  I sure do!  All these little condiments get picked up gradually over time and never seem to get finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, &lt;a href="http://www.ag.ndsu.edu/pubs/yf/foods/fn579-1.htm"&gt;this link to the North Dakota Ag Department has some guidelines&lt;/a&gt;.   Be sure to click on the [[MORE]] on the bottom to see all the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any problem using these old condiments.  Most are oil and vinegar based, which lasts a long time without going bad.  No doubt the preservatives put in there by the Big Food Companies keep it fresher longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the logic of the esteemed North Dakota Agricultural Department, which I assume is a good once since what else happens in North Dakota,  I should stock my fridge with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lemon/Lime juice (12 months in fridge)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eggs (3 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parmesan Cheese (2 months, yuck, I hate this stuff!  Isn't cheese already rotten?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salad Dressings (3 months)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cabbage, carrots, celery (2 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mustard (6-8 month)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tabasco (2 years, guess I'm OK there!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pickles/Olives (2 months once opened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And get rid of these things that I once thought were invincible (ie, don't ever go bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asparagus (2 days!  I keep this stuff for 2 weeks and it seems ok...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ketchup (1 month!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomato/Pasta Sauce (5 days, I've started freezing leftover pasta sauce recently, works well.  Reserve an ice cube tray for freezing leftover liquids, then put in ziplok's for use whenver you need some sauce or broth or whatever!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potatoes and Onions (Only 2-4 weeks!  I keep these around forever, oh no!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ground Meat or Stew meat (1-2 days.  More and more, I avoid any ground meat, except for my beloved sausages...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch Meat (3-5 days once opened)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One thing I've never understood is the aging of meat.  First, you read that you shouldn't keep meat for more than 5 days in your fridge.  Then you wonder, was it really shipped to you in no time?  And they also talk about "Aging".  You can Dry and Wet age meat, and some fancy places do it for up to 28 days.  I just don't get how this differs from the 5 day max in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems beef aging is a big focus of the Ag departments., no surprise.    &lt;a href="http://www.extension.umn.edu/distribution/nutrition/DJ5968.html"&gt;The University of Minnesota has a good link on it. &lt;/a&gt;  Sounds like another "not recommended for home use" activity - I'll have to give it a try! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Healthy Eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-8052349185015364182?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8052349185015364182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=8052349185015364182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8052349185015364182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8052349185015364182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-still-good-to-eat-because-its.html' title='Is it still good to eat?  Because its been in my fridge a long time!'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2469489135281163397</id><published>2008-02-23T17:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:30.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glucose'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Spice: Cinnamon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R8CdpTy8XYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sgYoT3GlLM0/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjAuanBn%3F%3D-705152"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170305705235471746" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R8CdpTy8XYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sgYoT3GlLM0/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjAuanBn%3F%3D-705152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This spice is nice&lt;/em&gt;. This spice is my favorite. This spice is now on my kitchen counter at all times. DO NOT STORE in a cool dry place--You know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of sight is out of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For me cinnamon was a baking spice; a spice most often associated with Christmas, and apple pie, and the comfort foods of childhood like cinnamon toast. How do the food habits of childhood become so ingrained? Why did it take me so long to find out that cinnamon is not just for baked goods? Is cinnamon such a special spice that it should be reserved for unique occasions? Its not that expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the introduction of the wok in the ‘70s or early ‘80’s, many of us explored Chinese cuisine. But I didn’t find Indian cuisine, which uses cinnamon and other sweet spices with lentils and meat, till the late late’80s. And even then, I really didn’t attempt to cook Indian at home till the ‘90’s. Later still, SpicyBBQ showed me that sprinkling cinnamon on a piece of salmon, or pork tenderloin before grilling really enhanced their smoky rich flavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today cinnamon is getting much more attention as a &lt;a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;amp;dbid=68"&gt;healthful ingredient&lt;/a&gt;, and Saucy Mama has found it to be a helpful component in her skirmishes with glucose. Somehow cinnamon helps slow down food digestion and this helps insulin do its job with out getting out of hand. Saucy Mama now delightfully adds cinnamon to her oatmeal along with a handful of walnuts or pecans. She adds cinnamon to her toast and tea. And she wonders for all the sliced apples she’s had in her life, why only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does she think to sprinkle them with cinnamon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2469489135281163397?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2469489135281163397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2469489135281163397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2469489135281163397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2469489135281163397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturdays-spice-cinnamon.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Spice: Cinnamon'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R8CdpTy8XYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sgYoT3GlLM0/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjAuanBn%3F%3D-705152' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-5207171082019895409</id><published>2008-02-19T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:42:54.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Grok Trees...A Memory Lament</title><content type='html'>I'm working hard to be &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=polluticly+correct"&gt;pollutically correct&lt;/a&gt;, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Oak and Pine and Beech&lt;br /&gt;And Maple too&lt;br /&gt;And also Yew (paper bags)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your surrogates sit ready at the door&lt;br /&gt;To carry home food stuffs galore&lt;br /&gt;Yet memory glitches caused decline as...&lt;br /&gt;I again commit &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=envirocide"&gt;envirocide&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try hanging the bags on the door knob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=grok"&gt;Grok &lt;/a&gt;is a word coined by Robert Heinlein in his book &lt;em&gt;Stranger In A Strange Land&lt;/em&gt;. As a verb, its general sense concerns knowing and understanding something or someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-5207171082019895409?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5207171082019895409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=5207171082019895409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5207171082019895409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/5207171082019895409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-grok-treesa-memory-lament.html' title='I Grok Trees...A Memory Lament'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-8001689194478235251</id><published>2008-02-16T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:30.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday&apos;s Spice'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Spice: Garlic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit I'm not quite the fresh garlic fan as is SpicyBBQ. Oh, I think its very useful, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;speed cooking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; often requires time saving ingredients such as (read in a very whispered voice) a jar of chopped garlic. In an attempt to add more authentic freshness to my meals I did buy a nice head of garlic last month, and placed it in a charming little pottery bowl on the counter as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to use. Last week in a mini-fit of counter-re-efficiency I found my fresh head of garlic. My little pottery bowl had been lost among the coffee pot, coffee beans, tea tins, colander, Christmas nuts, can goods, and wine bottles that are always going in and out of my pantry. I was pleasantly surprised on that gray snowy day to find my garlic head obeying a call of nature that I probably won't be hearing till April....it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sprouting green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R7dsEjy8XVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1dRQ2beNLtc/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTIuanBn%3F%3D-790195"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167717923015122258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R7dsEjy8XVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1dRQ2beNLtc/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTIuanBn%3F%3D-790195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I didn't resist the urge and potted the cloves up right then and there, and added some bottom heat by way of a heat vent. I've tried growing garlic in the garden several times without much luck. I'll see if they like my pot culture. These tiny green serendipitous sprouts make me smile. And now I'm thinking that green garlic sprouts are the perfect antidote to those gray vampire days of winter. Check out these links if you need to know more about &lt;a href="http://homecooking.about.com/od/foodhistory/a/garlichistory.htm"&gt;"spear leek" history&lt;/a&gt;, or its &lt;a href="http://www.umm.edu/altmed/articles/garlic-000245.htm"&gt;healthful properties&lt;/a&gt;, or its &lt;a href="http://thegarlicstore.com/index.cgi/howto.html"&gt;cultivation&lt;/a&gt;, or its &lt;a href="http://www.gilroygarlicfestival.com/"&gt;celebration&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-8001689194478235251?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8001689194478235251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=8001689194478235251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8001689194478235251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8001689194478235251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturdays-spice-garlic.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Spice: Garlic'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHdTwHx74KI/R7dsEjy8XVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1dRQ2beNLtc/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTIuanBn%3F%3D-790195' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2149504786902696887</id><published>2008-02-15T14:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:35:21.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Food Memory'/><title type='text'>Spice Queen's Winter Fruit Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of Saucy Mama's favorite food memories includes the Winter Fruit Salad that Saucy Mama's mom made. My mom, aka the Spice Queen was a fresh food fan long before it was fashionable. Stores in the 50's and '60's were not stocked with the vast assortment of Mexican or South American fruit and vegetables as today. The idea of eating what was in season was not a politically correct choice; it was reality. This salad has served me and my family well through the years. Spice Queen peeled these fruits the old fashion way, avoiding any waste. As a time constrained modern, I use a knife to cut the rind off the citrus fruit as professional chiefs do on TV, then slice out the citrus segments leaving behind the fibrous casings. I feel guilty about this (is guilt becoming a theme?) because fiber is one of those things we should all eat more of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Fruit Salad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Classic or Modern: Adjust to Family Size&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In A Bowl Mix&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-3 oranges, sectioned (Tennis Ball or Softball Size)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1-2 grapefruits, sectioned (Classic: White; Modern: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-2 apples (Classic: Red Delicious; Modern: Granny Smith)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;1-2 cups shredded lettuce (Classic: Iceberg; Modern: Romaine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;1 to 5 Tbs Miracle Whip&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Classic is Classic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Tbs Orange Juice (Modern: Rice Wine Vinegar plus A Little Balsamic)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Big Splash of Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Blend Together (Classic Technique: Fork; Modern: Whisk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Dress, Mix, Serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Fancy: Sprinkle With Chopped Walnuts Or Pecans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;And hear in your head Spice Queen's story about her first Waldorf Salad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2149504786902696887?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2149504786902696887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2149504786902696887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2149504786902696887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2149504786902696887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/spice-queens-winter-fruit-salad.html' title='Spice Queen&apos;s Winter Fruit Salad'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-8790460132980305509</id><published>2008-02-14T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:30.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barlean&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bragg&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Cider Vinegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaxseed Oil'/><title type='text'>Things in my Kitchen I Can't Live Without (Part I):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barleans.com/"&gt;Barlean's Flaxseed Oil&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;First of all, flaxseed oil is one of the best treats for your body. Like Fish Oil, it is a strong anti-inflammatory that helps with looking younger and speeds hair growth. Unlike Fish Oil, it's really good!! Choosing the right brand, however, is also extremely important....if you try the wrong one you might be scared away forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't buy anything other that Barlean's (stores that sell it are listed on their website). They have a great nutty flavor and the bottles are freshness dated so you know when it was pressed and when it's no longer good. I use flaxseed oil in protein shakes, salad dressings, or just drizzled on potatoes or veggies after they're cooked. Another excellent way to use it is to drizzle it on toast or dip bread in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: You can't actually cook with flaxseed oil....it can't withstand the heat....just add it afterwards. You'll be amazed by how little it changes the flavor of things, yet, how healthy you'll feel knowing you're eating it. Aim for 1-2 Tablespoons/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bragg.com/"&gt;Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;The benefits of using Apple Cider Vinegar are so numerous there are actually books written about it. It helps with digestion...your skin...it even helps you when you have a cold. Make sure you buy the kind with the "mother". That's the foggy kind. This type has more anti-oxidants than the filtered kind.....leading to more goodness for your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Here are a few of my favorite recipes that use Flaxseed Oil and Apple Cider Vinegar so you can try them on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Broccoli/Apple Slaw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup broccoli (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1 Small Gala Apple (cubed)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Barlean's Flaxseed Oil&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Tablespoons Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together. You may want to use a food processor for the broccoli....it can make a big mess in your kitchen otherwise. Let sit for 15 minutes before you serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7QdmeGqv0c/R7PfuksgRbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kO9FyVtBBxA/s1600-h/Broccoli+Apple+Slaw004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166719188741408178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7QdmeGqv0c/R7PfuksgRbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kO9FyVtBBxA/s320/Broccoli+Apple+Slaw004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Amazingly Healthy Salad Dressing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Barlean's Flaxseed Oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons Lemon Juice (Did I mention lemon juice is a fantastic liver cleanser?)&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Tablespoons of Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fruity Protein Shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Scoop Vanilla Protein Powder (Designer Whey is my favorite here....it's sweetened with stevia, not artificial sweeteners and low in carbs)&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Frozen Fruit (Any Kind)&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Water&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Flaxseed Oil&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Ground Flaxseeds (Optional)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Apple Cider Vinegar (Optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just blend together and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-8790460132980305509?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8790460132980305509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=8790460132980305509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8790460132980305509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8790460132980305509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-in-my-kitchen-i-cant-live.html' title='Things in my Kitchen I Can&apos;t Live Without (Part I):'/><author><name>Lil' Saucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285466165002746349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7QdmeGqv0c/R7PfuksgRbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kO9FyVtBBxA/s72-c/Broccoli+Apple+Slaw004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2958036192814092633</id><published>2008-02-13T02:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:32.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pepper Fire Tasty Grill Weber Performer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affordable Quaff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charcoal hickory smoke'/><title type='text'>The Veggies Can't Handle The Smoke But The NY. Strip Can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weather cracked the 70F mark the past few days, and we know what that means here in Sunny San Diego: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BBQ Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lori picked up some really nice thick steaks @ Costco. They were a good inch thick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New York Strips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First ingredient needed: FIRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In this case, it is my Weber Performer grill, with Kingsford charcoal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLTvRpuI/AAAAAAAAC_w/f1ujrNp9U3o/s1600-h/DSC_5134-713493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361241615181538" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLTvRpuI/AAAAAAAAC_w/f1ujrNp9U3o/s320/DSC_5134-713493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Ok, so that's part one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Part II: Smoke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Smoke is what separates the average steak from the transcendent steak. If you aren't going to use charcoal and smoke, you might as well do my magic-stove-oven steak. Easy: In an oven-proof pan, place on the stove on HOT. Preheat oven to 425. Toss steak on pan, it should sizzle greatly. Oil as necessary to keep from sticking. Wait one minute. Flip steak. Toss in oven for 8 minutes. Perfect steak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Only way to beat a steak like that, is the smoke, or the schmoke. Tonight we used Hickory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLjvRpvI/AAAAAAAAC_4/CdQMM4biWKg/s1600-h/DSC_5129-714772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361245910148850" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLjvRpvI/AAAAAAAAC_4/CdQMM4biWKg/s320/DSC_5129-714772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Soaked these guys for 30 mins. Meanwhile I coated the NY Strips with fresh ground pepper and salt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLzvRpwI/AAAAAAAADAA/6RseeCj5z7Y/s1600-h/DSC_5126-715475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361250205116162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLzvRpwI/AAAAAAAADAA/6RseeCj5z7Y/s320/DSC_5126-715475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;These guys are around an inch think. Good little bit of fat on the edges. If you don't like your steaks coated in pepper, you can't handle the spice, and so you shouldn't be reading the &lt;a href="http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chronicles of Spiciness!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intheouter.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/img_fewgoodmen.jpg"&gt;(This Guy can handle the spice)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Okay, so some of us have been trying to eat less meat and more veggies. Sometimes this works, other times, well, when you buy 1-pound steaks, what are you do to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;But grilled veggies are great, and even greater with some smoke. Tonight we went after grilled onions, grilled peppers and grilled asparagus. Whacked the onions into 1.5 wedges and topped with olive oil and some of that Monterrey Seasoning. Peppers and asparagus were tossed in Newman's Own Basalmic Dressing. Tasty. And all the profits go to charity....Even if he didn't have a great name, he's still be on my fav ingredient list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMDvRpxI/AAAAAAAADAI/Ny_-oGBtooQ/s1600-h/DSC_5127-716105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361254500083474" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMDvRpxI/AAAAAAAADAI/Ny_-oGBtooQ/s320/DSC_5127-716105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMDvRpyI/AAAAAAAADAQ/jCfxNCQmALU/s1600-h/DSC_5130-716501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361254500083490" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMDvRpyI/AAAAAAAADAQ/jCfxNCQmALU/s320/DSC_5130-716501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMTvRpzI/AAAAAAAADAY/JLDph7WEiOo/s1600-h/DSC_5131-716998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361258795050802" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMTvRpzI/AAAAAAAADAY/JLDph7WEiOo/s320/DSC_5131-716998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Ah there is the feast, ready for the fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;A few notes on grilled veggies. By putting a little oil/dressing on them, it helps the veggies to pick up a little of the smoke flavor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;How to Grill:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Heat up charcoal and keep coals on one side of grill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;When coals are all nice and toasty, toss the wet chips on top of the coals. Put the grill on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Cover, and let it get smokey for a minute or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Toss on the onions on the non-fire side, and definately not over the fire. They take the longest to cook. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;After 4 minutes, add the peppers, again, not over the fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Toss on the steaks over the fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The coals should be hot and smokey but not firey. If you have fire, you can cut down the airflow in the grill. Or you can pour beer (an essential grilling tool) on the coals. Try not to do this while the food is there....the steam can send ash on the food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Cover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Cook the steaks ~8 mins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Add asparagus half way thru side one of steaks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Flip steaks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Cook steaks another ~8 mins. You can tap for doneness. &lt;a href="http://www.menshealth.com/cda/article.do?site=MensHealth&amp;amp;channel=guy.wisdom&amp;amp;category=howto.guides&amp;amp;conitem=cbab54968cc1d010VgnVCM10000013281eac____"&gt;See here for an idiot's (no offense:) guide to doneness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Pull steaks from the grill and wrap in tin-foil. Let sit 5 mins. before eating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMTvRp0I/AAAAAAAADAg/eUaajooNaOQ/s1600-h/DSC_5135-717477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361258795050818" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMTvRp0I/AAAAAAAADAg/eUaajooNaOQ/s320/DSC_5135-717477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Ah there we go! Steaks had just been pulled, and you can see the grill itself was on fire! In Spanish, they say En Fuego. Si, en fuego, la parilla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMTvRp1I/AAAAAAAADAo/iWY_Z0z6NfI/s1600-h/DSC_5139-717904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361258795050834" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMTvRp1I/AAAAAAAADAo/iWY_Z0z6NfI/s320/DSC_5139-717904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The flaming grill in the background with our nice patio heater going. I know I said it was in the 70's but the ocean drops temps down to a brisk 55 or 60. I burn 2 gallons of gas to and fro work a day, so this little extra propane doesn't hurt my eco-conscience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Alas, there was a mishap! The steaks were tremendous, full of spice and smoke and more smoke and perfectly cooked. But alas, the veggies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The veggies tho, wow, I have never cooked such veggies before. From a al-dente perspective, they were great, but they were over-smoked in a mushroom-cloud-of-smoke-way. The asparagus was so oversmoked it caused my mouth to go numb from the bitterness of the burnt hickory! I've never had this problem before. I guess I had too much smoke. Different woods impart different flavors, and the hickory went well with the beef, but hickory might be too bitter for veggies. You'll need to sort this out for yourself. The onions turned out nice, while the peppers were a bit oversmoked too, altho less than the asparagus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Lastly, lets write about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Smoking Loon&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, the Grilling Gods bestowed such a worthy name to this winery. I was near to adopt them as an Honorary Grillmaster, quite a feat for a mere bottle, when I came across the problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Last Saturday we also grilled, and Lori and I partook in a fantastic bottle of Smoking Loon: Cabernet. Lori is Canadian, the national bird there is the &lt;a href="http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/common-loons-lake.html"&gt;Loon&lt;/a&gt;, or it's on their dollars anyway, so we were doubly happy. Well, the wine was so fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;So for Steak Night, there needed to be a replay. And the price was right at 6.99 for a bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I dropped into the dive liquor store down the street to grab another bottle, and when I got home and popped the cork, the taste just wasn't the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Well, of course not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMjvRp2I/AAAAAAAADAw/R68smTLuMjo/s1600-h/DSC_5141-718351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166361263090018146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaMjvRp2I/AAAAAAAADAw/R68smTLuMjo/s320/DSC_5141-718351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I bought the Merlot! Take a look at the two bottles....how are you to tell? Except for some tiny print, the Merlot and Cabernet look exactly the same! How about a small identification? A different color? Maybe a big letter "C", a giant "Don't buy this it's a Merlot" sticker? Anything! The merlot was terrible, in comparison. Who drinks merlot anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next on the BBQ list? I have a whole Organic Chicken that needs doing. Perhaps a tatziki chicken? Juli and I are also planning a "Mussel cookoff" and I've got some good recipes for mussels on the grill. I also have some ideas for grilled SpicyBBQ-style sushi. Stay tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2958036192814092633?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2958036192814092633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2958036192814092633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2958036192814092633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2958036192814092633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/veggies-cant-handle-smoke-but-ny-strip.html' title='The Veggies Can&apos;t Handle The Smoke But The NY. Strip Can!'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R7KaLTvRpuI/AAAAAAAAC_w/f1ujrNp9U3o/s72-c/DSC_5134-713493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-4318564316261909510</id><published>2008-02-11T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:43:16.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adzuki beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glycemic index'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lentils'/><title type='text'>Mystery Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="font-family:garamond, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Who doesn't like a mystery? I searched the freezer today looking for Monday night dinner. Two pounds of pork tenderloin...no there's just the two of us. A packet of chicken breasts...looks like at least 6, frozen nice and snuggly together (long defrost). Big solid hunk of red meat...guessing its a least a 2# sirloin tip roast. One interesting plastic quart size freezer bag of something in a marianade...a piece of pork? I keep meaning to label these things before they go into the Arctic zone that resides in Saucy's kitchen. I thawed the mystery hunk in room temperature water changing H2O 2x; it took about 1 hr. After poking it several times, I'm thinking that it is 1/2 of a store-bought marianated turkey breast, that was a grill item in October (mmm...November, December, January...still looks good, no freezer burn)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Saucy Mama and Mr. AllSpice are trying to eat low carb (not no carb) in order to keep their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthatoz.com/healthatoz/Atoz/tl/cl/bmi/bmi.jsp?UserSource=google&amp;amp;Campaign=TOOLS&amp;amp;AdGroup=BMI_CALC&amp;amp;LinkType=search&amp;amp;Creative=01&amp;amp;KeyWord=bmi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt; in the legal range. Saucy Mama is also concerned about her glucose levels, and is trying to cook with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diabetesdigest.com/dd_nutrition2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;glycemic index &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;in mind. See this&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mendosa.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt; for a more indepth discussion. Oh...Saucy still treats herself on occasion to &lt;a href="http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/fat-tuesday-popovers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fat Tuesday Popovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or a baked Idaho potato, but she seriously tries to bean and lentil it up during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its cold here in the Midwest today, so there are no thoughts of grilling this mystery hunk of meat. Stove top braising will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="font-family:garamond, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;First Assumption: Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-US"&gt;&lt;div   style="font-family:garamond, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Sprinkle Meat with Thyme and Marjoram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Yes, also a little Mrs. Dash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;An Extra Sprinkle of Dried Garlic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;(I seem to be our of powdered sage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Brown Meat in Olive Oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Deglaze with 1/2C wine (1/4C red; 1/4C white).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I was out of chicken broth so I added 1 mug of brewed regular tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;(layer on those flavors).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Throw in 2 bay leaves (this makes up for the lack of sage).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;A Good +1TBS of Dried Parsley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;(Dried Parsley is an Underused Spice With Lemony Hints).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Braise at Medium Heat for 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;1/2 Cup Dried Green Lentils, rinsed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Continue to Braise for 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;1/3 can of Adzuki Beans (high in protein and fiber).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Continue braising on low till you've finished watching the evening news, or chatting with your dinner partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Liquid is always adjustable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Serve: Slice meat and surround with lentils and beans, spoon over with the sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Feel healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;If I was teaching late, I'd thow it all in a crock pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Family consensus on mystery meat: mmm...turkey, but maybe pork tenderloin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-4318564316261909510?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4318564316261909510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=4318564316261909510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/4318564316261909510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/4318564316261909510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/mystery-meat-on-monday.html' title='Mystery Meat'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2320015674160264022</id><published>2008-02-11T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:42:32.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wobsite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saucy papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blag'/><title type='text'>Why don't you...Blag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R6_tLTvRptI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/Gkv2HZ2-kjo/s1600-h/pastedGraphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165608076150154962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R6_tLTvRptI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/Gkv2HZ2-kjo/s320/pastedGraphic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saucy Mama has jumped head-first into the Blogosphere, with awesome results. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The combination of tasty recipes and I-didn't-know-that factoids makes for one of my favorite daily reads. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saucy Papa, however, finds all this blogging to be a bit excessive. I'm sure once March Madness kicks in, he won't care much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/148/"&gt;cartoon,&lt;/a&gt; and I dedicate it to Saucy Papa. I can see this being a conversation over dinner at the The House of Saucy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2320015674160264022?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2320015674160264022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2320015674160264022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2320015674160264022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2320015674160264022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-dont-you.html' title='Why don&apos;t you...Blag'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqNuFIyPUn0/R6_tLTvRptI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/Gkv2HZ2-kjo/s72-c/pastedGraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-8790490819877339204</id><published>2008-02-10T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:04:48.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Heartburn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. AllSpice.....now I know why my shows &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gocomics.com/nonsequitur/2008/02/10/?uc_full_date=&amp;amp;campid=0&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-8790490819877339204?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8790490819877339204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=8790490819877339204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8790490819877339204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/8790490819877339204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/virtual-heartburn.html' title='Virtual Heartburn...'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2630323132486560076</id><published>2008-02-09T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:36:41.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appetizers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosemary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><title type='text'>Saturday's Spice: Rosemary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I use this easy recipe as an hors d'oeuvre. It often brings raves because Rosemary is not a spice that we use very often in standard American cooking. And Yes, I had to look up the spelling of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/horsdoeuvre?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hors d' oeuvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I also looked up all those other words that kind of mean the same thing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/appetizer?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/meze?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mezze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/tapas?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tapas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/languages/culturevulture/spain/tapas/?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pinchos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/canape?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;canape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I don't know if the Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/dimsum?view=uk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; quite embraces the same appetizer idea, but I find Chinese concepts to be very pleasing and poetic--who can argue with something that &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?search=dim+sum&amp;amp;searchmode=none"&gt;touches the heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In many instances having a tatooed dot over one's heart means that you have had life saving radiation for breast cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it fascinating that the word &lt;em&gt;tapas&lt;/em&gt; translates to a food &lt;em&gt;cover&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;lid&lt;/em&gt; for a drink, while a &lt;em&gt;canape&lt;/em&gt; translates as a &lt;em&gt;couch&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;sofa&lt;/em&gt; for some food bit. I've always thought of &lt;em&gt;sofa&lt;/em&gt; as such an old-fashion genteel type of word. I actually grew up with a &lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/concise_oed/davenport?view=uk"&gt;davenport&lt;/a&gt;--but that's another story. I also wonder about the plain and simple straight forward &lt;em&gt;appetizer&lt;/em&gt;. No poetry here for the brusque American appetite, but it too has roots in &lt;a href="http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?search=appetizer&amp;amp;searchmode=none"&gt;desire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roasted Rosemary Mushrooms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ounces of White Button Shrooms, DeStemmed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juice of at least 1/2 Lemon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-2 TBS of Olive Oil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-ish TBS of Butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mix Juice, Oil, and Butter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Microwave Mix Till Butter is Melted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress Mushrooms, Use Spatula/Hands to Distribute Oil Mix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sprinkle with Powdered Rosemary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Pulverize 2 TBS of Rosemary in a Mortar and Pestle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Roast at 425º for 35-40 Minute Till Nicely Browned. Give 'Em a Turn Halfway Through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Serve Immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never grilled these. Perhaps SpicyBBQ would research this and also reprise us of his marinated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mushroomcouncil.com/aboutmushrooms/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Portabellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...first served to me on a rooftop overlooking one of the many cities know as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_City"&gt;Queen City&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2630323132486560076?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2630323132486560076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2630323132486560076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2630323132486560076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2630323132486560076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/spicesaturday-rosemary.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Spice: Rosemary'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-2249562740979543285</id><published>2008-02-07T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:00:35.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony....Or Just Peverse Parental Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I don't iron........Its the end of the week, and while I no longer have children at home-- I still teach children. I laughed out loud on seeing this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifesastitch.typepad.com/_/2008/02/priceless.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We humans probably only progress with real object lessons....myself included.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-2249562740979543285?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2249562740979543285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=2249562740979543285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2249562740979543285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/2249562740979543285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/peverse-parental-humor.html' title='Irony....Or Just Peverse Parental Humor'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-6176809316773235657</id><published>2008-02-05T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:18:00.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday Popovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a nod to the notion of excess that now marks this day (certainly my German cultural heritage did not allow for such a frivolity as Mardi Gras), I post one of the recipes I feel most guilty making. Not that the ingredients are that sinful. No...No, it is the rich butter and honey I slather and drench them with rather all too freely, and without regard for my cholesterol and glucose levels. So easy and impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Tuesday Popovers&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 C of Milk (I usually use what's in the fridge 2%)&lt;br /&gt;1 C of Flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lightly mix (not scramble) the eggs with the milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then simply wisk in the salt/flour mixture till smooth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As most recipes say: Do not over mix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let batter rest for 10 mins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill oiled Jumbo Muffin Pan (6 slot) (I'm using one of those new silicon ones)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake 450º for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Eat immediately &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?search=sliotar&amp;amp;searchmode=none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slathered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with butter and honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;font-size:16;"  &gt;(Posted by SaucyMama logged in accidentally as SaucyBBQ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-6176809316773235657?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6176809316773235657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=6176809316773235657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6176809316773235657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6176809316773235657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/fat-tuesday-popovers.html' title='Fat Tuesday Popovers'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-1318685587196031029</id><published>2008-02-04T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:45:12.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affordable Quaff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marinade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><title type='text'>More Than a Bloody Mary Condiment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;........Who knew that Worcestershire Sauce was good for more than that ubiquitous morning after hangover relief drink? Is it possible that I didn't use this tangy substance because I didn't know how to pronounce it correctly? Sidekick Lil' Saucy spent sometime in London and was the first to explain to me that some of those inner letters (ce) are in effect silent. This leaves us with an easily pronouncible 3 syllable word--Wor/ster/shire. This pronounciation trick can be applied to other often mispronounced English place names such as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leicester_Square"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leicester Square &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in London. While Lil' Saucy is no longer in London, I occasionally visit the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camvista.com/england/london/leicestersquare.php3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;web cam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there because it was one of the first I encountered on the WWW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cooking &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; with lemons and limes is another addition to the family recipe legacy we are trying to document here. Sidekick SpicyBBQ, on return from several worldly travels, encouraged us to explore those tangy Indian-South East Asian flavors which include &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemon_grass"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lemon Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaffir_lime"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lime Leaves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fish_sauce"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fish Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and different kinds of spicy peppers. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_yum"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tom Yum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Soup SpicyBBQ made upon return from traveling opened my eyes and tastebuds to the wonderful lemonylimeyness of these flavors (and doesn't that sound just like &lt;a href="http://www.nigella.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nigella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). This &lt;em&gt;Marinated&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Roasted Chicken&lt;/em&gt; makes my mouth water with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umami"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Umami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anticipation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marinated Roasted Chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juice of 2 Lemons ( 1/2 Cup liquid)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 Cup--1/3 Cup of Worcestershire Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splash to 1/8 Cup white wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splash to 1/8 Cup Chicken Broth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Splashes not necessary but add layers to flavor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 TBS of melted butter (OK oil is permissible)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 cut up chicken with skin still on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(You know you love it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sprinkle chicken pieces with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrsdash.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Dash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, or your favorite No-Salt spice blend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place chicken pieces in oiled 13x9 glass dish (easier cleanup)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pour on Marinade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake 350' for 1-1 1/2 Hrs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I start out at 400' for the first 20 Mins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baste every 20 Mins (Yes! I love to baste, its why my T-giving Turkey is so great)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serve with crispy baked potatoes and tart cole slaw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A grassy Sauvingnon Blanc would be my preference, but one of the Spicy Sidekicks might choose beer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How tasty grilled? I leave that to the grill expert--SpicyBBQ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Search Of The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/120%20Santa%20Rita%20Savingnon%20Blanc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Affordable Quaff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently Tasted: 2006, 120 Santa Rita Sauvignon Blanc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw Top (can you say picnic/beach wine). Nice grassy nose and flavor with the usual hints of crisp apple fruit (a tiny hint of peach if you close your eyes really tight while sniffing), nice mouth feel, although what annoys me is that the 13.5% alcohol is in part responsible for that mouth feel. Why Oh Why does an inexpensive white wine need to have the alcohol content of an almost Cabernet Bomb? Wouldn't some of this alcohol be better used in ethanol??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Will buy again in sufficient party quantities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-1318685587196031029?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1318685587196031029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=1318685587196031029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1318685587196031029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/1318685587196031029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/more.html' title='More Than a Bloody Mary Condiment...'/><author><name>SaucyMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10567796873305186021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058647046101745814.post-6250365602139332522</id><published>2008-02-04T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:58:58.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Papaya Salad!</title><content type='html'>I decided to skip out on the Super Bowl tonight.  My teams have been losing in big games of late, so I'm a bit put-off by the sports gods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I cooked up my own version of Green Papaya Salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Green Papaya, shredded.  This link on &lt;a href="http://www.realthairecipes.com/recipes/green-papaya-salad/"&gt;shredding the papaya&lt;/a&gt; is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;1 Beef flank steak. &lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;2-5 chili's (I used dried red chilis)&lt;br /&gt;1" of ginger&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;fish sauce&lt;br /&gt;sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;one juicy lime&lt;br /&gt;honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shredded the Papaya per the link above.  You can use a shredder, or a food processor.  Set aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whack the ginger and garlic in a mortar and pestle.  Put in 2 tsp of freshly ground pepper (or just add the peppercorns and whack a little more!) and chili's in.  Whack until you have a nice paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer the mortar mix to a saucepan.  Add the juice of the lime along with a dab of soy sauce, some sesame oil, 3tsb fish sauce (to taste, as you like), honey, and anything else you like.  Bring to a boil, or until you start smelling the pugnacity of the evil (but tasty in small doses) fish sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tossed the flank steak in a pan and seared/cooked with a little sesame oil, olive oil, and soy sauce.  Cook to medium-rare or medium.  When done, let cool for a bit.  Slice it against the grain into thin strips.  Cut it at an angle so get a little more surface area of exposed meat, and chop into bite sized pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a portion of the Green Papaya in a bowl, toss the flank on top, and add some of the dressing mixture.  Toss to coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the meat picked up a lot more of the sauce flavor than the GP.  I was a tad surprised!  I think had it been a little more oily it would have coated the GP a bit more.  Would also have been good with some lemongrass but I didn't have any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice and fresh meal!  Eat with chopsticks for optimal enjoyment! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058647046101745814-6250365602139332522?l=sauceymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6250365602139332522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058647046101745814&amp;postID=6250365602139332522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6250365602139332522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058647046101745814/posts/default/6250365602139332522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sauceymama.blogspot.com/2008/02/green-papaya-salad.html' title='Green Papaya Salad!'/><author><name>SpicyBBQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482845876655454060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
