A Shiksa on a Mission

Balaboosta (n.)(bah-lah-b00-sta) A Yiddish term meaning the perfect housewife
I'm a shiksa on a mission...
It may not be perfection but it's the journey that counts

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Pizza from the Grill

When I first heard about grilled pizza, I had visions of goo dripping right through each grate in the grill. I figured it would be the end of my grill so I put off even attempting it. No more. I'm determined to become the master of grilled pizza and I'm off to a winning start.

First of all I read this how to. Yes, reading really IS fundamental.

Then I grilled eggplants and some chicken sausage. I used Trader Joe's pre-made dough oiled with some canola oil. And it worked!

After I grilled the dough, I brushed on more olive oil and then covered the bread in eggplant, sausage, tomatoes, fresh mozzarella torn to pieces and fresh spinach from the garden. I sprinkled on some salt and pepper and slid it back on the grill.

And then I inhaled it whole.....Okay, maybe not but practically. It was everything I had dreamed grilled pizza could be without the gooey messiness.

I now declare this to be the Summer of the Grilled Pizza.

I Spy

And here's the finished product. A bottle filled with dyed rice and little baubles I found around the house. I did not finish the last part which was to make a list/take a picture of everything that needed to be spied. Procrastination got the best of me. Procrastination and single parenthood and probably bad TV if I'm being really honest.

The funny thing about this little project was the kids loved it until they started spotting their things in the bottle and they wanted them back. My defense? Everything I put in there was found on the floor. If you truly love something and want to keep it, you don't leave it for the vacuum cleaner.

Words to live by.

But it really was a hit. We discussed it for miles. And I'm thinking this is going to make good gifts. Also thinking about monochromatic I Spy Bottles. Well, we'll see what comes up when I clean the kids' rooms.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Drunken Rant Genius

For no reason whatsoever this brilliant performance popped into my head the other night. No, that's not true. I know why I thought of it. I was talking to a friend about a completely different movie and he said it had the best cameo ever which made me think of this part as it is one of the best small supporting roles ever. Bill Murray in Tootsie is brilliant. And here is some of my favorite stuff.

I would also like a theater that is only open when it rains.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Potato Perfection

I don't know where I'd be without potatoes. Seriously. Potatoes would be a desert island necessity for me. I love them in so many different ways. And who doesn't, right? My kids. My kids like them, eh, enough. That boggles the mind. Even more than their absolute disdain for macaroni and cheese, their utter ambivalence about potatoes is one of life's great mysteries. Well, at least to me. They are now more into french fries which first mystified me until I thought HEY, my kids don't covet fried potatoes more than precious oxygen which, by the way, I kind of do. I really have to hold myself back from not inhaling fried potatoes at every meal. Of course, Flannery will not eat them mashed and Emerson has only recently come around to the idea that roasted potatoes NOT in the shape of a french fry still taste good.

But we roasted these lovelies up the other night as part of the Send Reggie to China Farewell Tour which included filling him up full of the foods he likes and won't be getting. Big fat steak fries. And what is not to like? These Idahoans, olive oil, salt and pepper in a super hot oven. Crispy. Fluffy. Heavenly.

My desert island is going to rock.

I Spy Something.....

(but I need to get off the computer and finish it!)

Friday, June 10, 2011

The Backyard Chicken Social

Yesterday's incredibly warm day was the perfect opportunity for the little chickies to meet the Big Momma so I let them roam around together a little bit. A chicken mixer, if you will. I made sure the keep a keen eye on them as I'm still not sure that A) Frida is ready for visitors due to her PTSD or b) that Frida didn't actually just kill the other chickens herself because the voices in her head told her to do so. I guess it's simply something we'll never know.

I would like to get the chicks out of the house soon because they are stinky and they peep peep all the time and I think it's better if Frida has less time alone to plot the next "accident" in the coop. It also makes it easier to think about going out of town if someone just has to chicken sit a flock outside.

Frida was pretty good about it. She made sure they knew that she was the chicken in charge. I feel a little sorry for poor Olive (the Naked Neck chicken) since the pecking order did come right down on her scrawny and very naked neck. But she seems tough.....which now has me worried that Olive is a man, baby.

All in all, I'd say it was a pretty successful chicken intermingling. The dog stood guard for each chick that realized she could get through the fence. And then he kindly whimpered and stalked her until I picked her up to put her back in the coop. He really just wants to give them a big wet kiss but I'm afraid the kiss will taste like chicken and we'll lose them in one big gulp. Once they get a little bit bigger, our killer attack dog will be frightened of them and all will go back to normal.

Remember, normal is subjective.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Peas Please

Last night's dinner was inspired by English shelling peas. Oh, how I love the English and their peas. Plus, Flannery had TBall so we need dinner that could travel picnic style. Voila.

It was all so very simple:
Those lovely little English beauties,

fresh lemon juice and zest,

straight from the garden

sauteed with butter, garlic, salt/pepper and a touch of parmesan reggiano and tossed with pasta.

Monday, June 6, 2011

So.....Where Are You From?

Caught this little gem and had to pass it on. Enjoy.

So which one is your favorite?

Thursday, June 2, 2011


Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other
~Rainer Maria Rilke

Things are usually much simpler than we think. And almost always simpler than we make them out to be.

Take this handsome fella
And this stunning lady

Have them meet under this beautiful canopy

Bring that guy in the middle because he's got poetry in him

And very little in the way of footwear

What more do you need?

Okay, possibly a Mariachi band
And a really big fish.....but now we're just showing off