Summer 2016

I stopped blogging around August 2016 so I missed doing my Summer Recap last year.

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{My boys at our neighbors’ annual Derby Party — the unofficial start of summer in my book.}

{Greta at art camp}

{Weekends at the pool}

{On the white sandy beach in Destin, Florida}

{Practically front-row seats at Coldplay with my friend Michelle}

{Magnus tried his hand at baseball last summer. Safe to say, he liked it}

{Mag and I ran around Highbanks Park together}

{Love this sign we pass on the way to the pool}

{We got into it with the rest of the world}

{Greta’s soccer team}

{At a Columbus Crew game}

{Lots of tennis}

{Lots of gin drinks with St. Germain elderflower, pink grapefruit juice and sprig of rosemary}

{Amazing orangey-yellow cherry tomatoes from our garden}

Kale toast

I call this dish “When your husband is sautéing a bunch of kale, garlic and shallots for his omelet and offers you some.”

This was a brunch-time snack for me last Easter Sunday and a riff on a kale appetizer at one of my favorite restaurants in Columbus called Third and Hollywood. They serve a Staub pot full of housemade ricotta with a side of braised greens and artisan toasts that look like little surfboards.

Since I don’t have housemade ricotta on hand generally, I used plain Philadelphia cream cheese. The bread is “Farm Loaf” from Whole Foods.

A week of dinners

{Homemade blue cheese dressing from Friday night’s dinner. Pardon the streaks down the jar. Is that a gross photo?}

MONDAY

Donato’s Pizza take-out

The story: Greta scored a goal in her soccer game so when it ended at 7:30, she got to choose dinner.

TUESDAY

City BBQ

The story: Magnus’s soccer game ended at 7:30, so we let him choose dinner. Our ribs were kind of gristly and gross so I’m not sure we’ll be going back anytime soon.

WEDNESDAY

Traditional grilled cheeseburgers for Barrak and Magnus, a turkey burger with fontina for me, and leftover pizza and ribs for Greta.

The story: Because god forbid we’d all eat the same thing.

THURSDAY

Angel hair pasta with Carfagna’s classic marinara, Whole Foods meatballs and homemade garlic bread

The story: It’s a family favorite, duh.

FRIDAY

“Daddy Wings” and roasted broccoli drizzled with olive oil and kosher salt

The story: Another family staple. Barrak cooks the wings in the deep fryer outside. The kids eat them plain and Barrak and I sauce ours separately with Buffalo sauce. I made homemade blue cheese dressing from My Father’s Daughter. I omitted the shallots because it was for wings, not salad. It’s a great, easy recipe.

The soap I’m loving now

I haven’t blogged in almost a year. So you’d think the first “I’m back” post would be something more dramatic than soap. Sometimes you just gotta get back on that horse any way you can. So… soap.

I got a sample of Beautycounter’s Charcoal Cleansing Bar at my kids’ school carnival of all places. It was the size of a tiny Hershey’s Special Dark chocolate bar. I took it with me on a business trip to New York — perfect size — and really loved it. I schlepped that sliver back with me to Columbus and used it until it broke into tiny shards. Then I sprung for the full size. It’s $24 but seems like it will last a while. It seems to keep breakouts at bay without being overly harsh. Beautycounter’s value prop is they don’t use chemicals and unnatural ingredients that may be carcinogenic. Even better.

I’m just dipping my toes into this beauty line. I’ll keep you posted.

The soundtrack of 43 years

When I flash back to any age over the last 43 years, the music I was listening to comes floating in like a radio station from the past. I’m in a reflective mood, okay? I still have a soft spot for all these songs.

Baby to Age 7: The early years aka the ’70s

Most of my music-listening at this age was happening inside my mom’s big silver Oldsmobile with the burgundy interior. Chance of wearing a seatbelt: 50%.

  • Sister Golden Hair Surprise by America

Ages 8 – 10: The wonder years

Rollerskating and Chinese jump rope in the driveway, Barbies in the basement and riding my purple bike with a flowered banana seat everywhere (no helmets back then). All the cool girls had a pink Huffy. I was still playing 45s which were 54 cents at Kmart. 

  • Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band
  • Magic by Olivia Newton-John
  • Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes
  • The Tide is High by Blondie

Ages 10 – 13: The tween years aka the mid-’80s

I had graduated to albums. I had Purple Rain, Men At Work, Olivia Newton-John and The Big Chill soundtrack on vinyl. Now I was riding my red 10-speed everywhere (still no helmets!), buying Sno-Cones from the Sno-Cone Boy who rode his cart around our neighborhood ringing a hand-held bell (I don’t think it rained once that summer), listening to Purple Rain endlessly, and going to the pool and then Dairy Queen with my friend Kim and her mother. I spent a lot of time in my room playing my albums and growing collection of 45s on the sweet stereo system I got for Christmas. It also had a dual cassette player. Oh snap! 

  • When Doves Cry by Prince
  • If This Is It by Huey Lewis (loved the video)
  • The Reflex by Duran Duran
  • Beat It by Michael Jackson
  • Africa by Toto
  • Heat of the Moment by Asia
  • One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head
  • Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds from the Breakfast Club soundtrack
  • Pretty In Pink and Ghost in You by Psychedelic Furs
  • Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum
  • She’s Crafty and Brass Monkey by the Beastie Boys

Ages 14 – 17:  The high school years aka the late ’80s

This was definitely a time marked by music, all on cassette, so mostly played on a Sony Walkman and then later in my Mazda 626. I was the new girl in a high school that was a quarter the size of my old one.  Wearing big hoop earrings like Jody Watley. I was discovering stuff like A Clockwork Orange, River’s Edge, Pink Floyd’s The Wall and Heathers, but also watching some mainstream stuff like 90210, L.A. Law and thirtysomethibng  Got my first jobs working the register at The Book Barn and then also bussing tables at Deja Vu Cafe during the summer. Loved both those jobs. 

  • Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd
  • Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
  • The Killing Moon, Lips Like Sugar and Bring on the Dancing Horses by Echo and the Bunnymen
  • Cuts You Up by Peter Murphy
  • Just Like Honey by Jesus and Mary Chain
  • Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes
  • Mandinka by Sinead O’Connor
  • True Faith by New Order
  • Hazy Shade of Winter from the Less Than Zero soundtrack
  • Within Your Reach by The Replacements from the Say Anything soundtrack
  • In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel from the Say Anything soundtrack
  • Just Can’t Get Enough and Never Let Me Down Again by Depeche Mode
  • How Soon is Now by The Smiths
  • Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division
  • everything on The Joshua Tree and Rattle & Hum by U2

Ages 17 – 21: The college years aka the early ’90s

Even though I attended Ohio State for 4.5 years, I have more memories of working at my many part-time jobs–waiting tables at The Hickory House, 55 Grille, the Estee Lauder counter–than of being in class. Looking back, it feels like I was sleep-walking. Just busy working and figuring things out. 

  • Waiting for Somebody by The Replacements from the Singles soundtrack
  • Mr. Cab Driver and Are You Gonna Go My Way? by Lenny Kravitz
  • Greatest hits of Simon & Garfunkel

Ages 22 – 26: The L.A. years

Thousands of miles away from home, I was either listening to the greatest hits of Nina Simone in my one-room apartment in West L.A. or driving all over Los Angeles in my black Toyota Celica with the broken driver’s side door but bitchin’ sound system listening to Nick Cave. Work, gym, home. Or work, film premiere or screening, home. Or on the weekends, gym, Starbucks, mall, home. Rinse. Repeat. For four years. During this time, I started to hear about mp3s. Didn’t think they’d catch on.

  • Feeling Good, Here Comes the Sun, I Want a Little Sugar in my Bowl and Sinnerman by Nina Simone
  • Everything In Its Right Place by Radiohead from the Vanilla Sky soundtrack
  • Into My Arms by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
  • I Grieve by Peter Gabriel from the City of Angels soundtrack
  • the entire Out of Sight soundtrack
  • Sara by Fleetwood Mac
  • Couldn’t Love You More by Sade

Ages 27 – 30: The coming home years aka the reckoning

Failed at 27, starting over. Reeling, I was making tons of mixed CDs using Napster. I lived at home for a year and then had a great apartment in the heart of Grandview, in the middle of cool bars and restaurants. I was back to waiting tables at a cute restaurant across the street. I’d get off around midnight, my legs sore from 8 hours of non-stop fast-walking and stress, and then stalk around my apartment drinking a cold bottle of Sierra Nevada. That beer goes straight to my legs. It’s better than Ben-Gay for sore muscles. Working at go-nowhere jobs, doing crossword puzzles and teaching Spinning classes. This was a vivid, alive time in my life. 

  • La Cienega Just Smiled by Ryan Adams
  • Essence by Lucinda Williams
  • It’s a Motherfucker by The Eels
  • California Stars by Jeff Tweedy
  • Bambaleo by the Gipsy Kings
  • King of Pain by Sting
  • Yellow by Coldplay
  • Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
  • Lots of Moby and Pete Yorn
  • Angel by Dave Matthews Band

Ages 30 – 33: New hope years

I met my husband, bought a cute bungalow in Clintonville, found a great job. I was listening to CDs in my dream car, a black VW Cabrio convertible, and on my first Apple shuffle, a thing I wore around my neck on a shoelace when I went running. I was happy.

  • Sweet Thing by Van Morrison
  • You Can Have It All by Yo La Tengo
  • Post-Paint Boy by Stephen Malkmus
  • Jesus, Etc. by Wilco
  • Lil Wallet Picture by Richard Buckner

Ages 34 – 42: Being a mom years

Music became a lot about what I was going to sing to my baby girl and then my baby boy. And maybe what I would listen to during my more infrequent but longer runs, including a marathon and a couple halfs. And now that my daughter is 8 and prefers to play DJ, it’s really all about Taylor Swift and Meaghan Trainor. The kids also love the Beastie Boys. It’s all about iTunes now. 

  • In My Life by the Beatles
  • You’ve Got a Friend by Carole King
  • The River by Joni Mitchell
  • The Greatest by R. Kelly
  • Harvest Moon by Neil Young
  • Hey Tonight by Credence Clearwater Revival (only in warm weather)
  • everything by The National
  • everything by Sturgill Simpson
  • Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn

Age 43: The here and now years

Here’s what I’ve been listening to this summer:

  • Can’t Stop the Feeling by Justin Timberlake
  • So Much It Hurts by Nikki and the Dove
  • Play It On the Radio by Nikki and the Dove
  • Follow Me, Follow You by Genesis
  • Simple Things, Hollywood Dreams, Leaves and Waves (feat. Kacey Musgraves) by Miguel
  • Cruel Summer by Bananarama
  • Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding
  • Are You Alright? by Lucinda Williams

Dinner A Love Story: Porcupine Meatballs

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I discovered the Bon Appetit podcast back in April. Love it. If you like podcasts, I highly recommend. One of their guests is a woman named Jenny Rosenstrach. She’s a magazine writer / working mom / cookbook writer / blogger. I really got into her Dinner: A Love Story blog while we were on vacation in July so I bought her book.

It’s the kind of book I read in bed at night, like a novel. She has a great writing style and I relate to her laments about parenting, her memories of growing up in the 80s, trying to have some semblance of a solid dinner tradition as a working mother.  There are a few notable differences though. Her husband sounds a little more…. how can I put this…on the same page? She doesn’t seem to have to report to an office every day, although she did when her kids were younger. And her family is more open-minded about food. For starters.

Last week, I made her Porcupine Meatballs. I thought for sure I could get a win with this on name alone. It calls for uncooked rice in the meatballs, so as they braise in a sweet tomato sauce (tomato juice, brown sugar, a dash of Worcestershire sauce) the rice puffs and sticks out of the meatball like the spikes on a porcupine. It tastes sort of like stuffed red peppers.

I got home late and immediately set to work. It was 8 p.m. when we sat down.

The Verdict: One kid ended up sobbing in their room. The other went to bed hungry. Husband said “at least it was meat” and returned to the couch. I thought it was fine. But does it really matter?