Adventures in Craigslisting

After weeks of back and forth emailing, and other potential buyers flaking, and rainstorms, and lions and tigers and bears, I was able to set a date and time to get a supercool vintage recliner for just sixty American dollars.
The time was 8am on a Sunday morning and the place was Not My Bed so my heroic husband volunteered to pick the chair up for me.  Apparently, the chair's former owner was just lovely, and helped him manuver it down skinny slippery steps lined with flower pots.  She had an adorable toddler that was crying the whole time.  Husband asked about the little darling, wondering if mommy should stop helping him move the chair to go see why the munchkin was so sad.  And she said, 'oh, this is just her favorite chair.'  Aw.  Poor kid. 
Now it just might be my favorite chair.  I don't know where she's going to live yet.

Then yesterday evening I went to pick up the perfect side table for this chair.  Only twenty dollars; I love Craigslist.  The nice lady gave me super specific directions to her house, telling me what shops I would pass and what neighborhood signs I would see.  She led me directly to her front door.  Almost.  She forgot to mention her front door was actually just a door to six apartments.  And she didn't tell me the apartment number.  I didn't have her phone number, and I wasn't about to drive home to email her, so I guessed.  Found her on the third try.  Her neighbors were quite nice.

Sunday Scoreboard: Emeril - 1 Jaguars - 0

Today the Jacksonville Jaguars played the New Orleans Saints.  Like every week, I optimistically believed my Jags would triumph.  And like most weeks, lately, they did not.  But I was the winner of Sunday Dinner with my Saints-inspired Jambalaya.

I used Emeril's recipe here, with some tweaks in the portions because we love freezing one-pot meals for weekday lunches in my house.

First, I mixed up the Creole Seasoning here, exactly like Mr. Lagasse said so because he is the boss of New Orleans.

- 2.5 tablespoons paprika
- 2 tablespoons salt  (I only had kosher; it seemed to work fine.)
- 2 tablespoons garlic powder
- 1 tablespoon fresh ground black pepper
- 1 tablespoon onion powder
- 1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
- 1 tablespoon dried oregano
- 1 tablespoon dried thyme

Combine all ingredients thoroughly.

Yield: 2/3 cup

You will end up with extra; I saved it in an empty paprika container.  But I suspect any empty container will work.

Then comes my favorite part of cooking:  chopping.  I see all the pros chopping at lightening speed on Iron Chef, Next Food Network Star, etc.  But I much prefer Leisurely Chopping.  Below are the ingredients as I made them, but for a small batch you can refer back to the original recipe.

25 medium shrimp, peeled, deveined and chopped

2 chicken breasts, diced

2 tablespoons Creole seasoning, recipe follows

4 tablespoons olive oil

1 chopped onion

1 chopped red pepper

3 large stalks celery, chopped

3 tablespoons chopped garlic

14 oz. can diced tomatoes

6 bay leaves

2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce

2 teaspoons hot sauce

1.5 cup cup rice

5 cups chicken stock

1 12 oz. package Andouille sausage, sliced (I used Aidells)

Salt and fresh ground pepper

Rub the cajun spice mixture all over the chicken and shrimp so it can get yummy and flavory.  Then wash your hands about five times.

Heat the olive oil on medium-high in a pot that you think is going to be big enough.  When the oil gets runny, add the onions, peppers, and celery.  Let it cook for a little while (the recipe says 3 minutes but I let it go about 6-7) while the veggies get a little soft.  The onions will start to get translucenty.

Add the garlic and give it about two minutes to brown a bit in the hot oil.

Add the can of diced tomatoes, juice and all, along with the bay leaves, Worcestershire sauce, and hot sauce.  I used dried bay leaves only because I forgot to buy fresh ones and I had the dried kind on hand.  But I think you should use fresh.  Next time I will.

Once the tomatoes and juices are hot, stir in the rice.

Slowly begin to add the chicken broth.  At this point, if you are me, you may find that the pot you originally chose is too small.  And then you may notice that you only have one other pan and it is gigantic.  Heat up the giant pan on medium heat with a bit of the broth in it (so you don't burn the pan) and then transfer everything to the larger pot.  Or....just start out with a bigger pot in the first place, but still turn it down to medium heat at this point.  Totally up to you.

When the rice is no longer crunchy, after about twenty minutes or so (longer if you have to change pans), add the chicken and shrimp, along with a little salt and pepper.  Keep it on medium while the meat cooks.  Once you've tested it (and tested and tested, depending on how hungry you are), you can turn it down to simmer for awhile to really mix all those flavors.  I left it another 30 minutes and it was perfect.

BONUS KNOWLEDGE:  I discovered a cool trick while making this dish.  It turns out, my stove is made of METAL.  And do you know what sticks to metal?  That's right!  Magnets!  I can keep my printed out recipes right in front of my face while cooking.  Convenient.  Did everyone already know this trick?  Yeah, I thought so.

Perfect Pillows

My tale of Procuring the Perfect Pillows actually began waaaaaaay back in the spring when Chloe and Morgan came to stay.  Tired of my plain boring pillows, I picked up a few different ones at Home Goods and brought them home for a test drive.  They were pretty in the store.

I hated them at home.  And so did Possum, my feline assistant.  They were too dark and too uncomfortable and too ruffley and too BIRD so back to the store they went.

The old pillows were boring but very soft and cuddly and WASHABLE so there they stayed for several months.

Perhaps now is a good time to mention that we just returned from a European vacation.  (I know, way to bury the lead, right?) 

We visited Scotland, Land of Kilts and Castles.

We visited Stockholm, Land of Ikea and Sensible Social Policy.

And we visited Finland, Land of Moomin and Marimekko.

I like to bring home usable souvenirs from our travels, things that remind me of where we visited but do more than collect dust on a shelf.  I hate dust, and I hate dusting even more.  So anything I put on a shelf is bound to collect dust.  My solution is not to dust more but instead to put less things on shelves.  But I digress.

Our flight back to the States left from Helsinki Airport.  In that airport was a Marimekko store.  And in my wallet were some euros that were going to be useless to me at home.  I went in to have a look, maybe pick up a tea towel or something, and I found the most beautiful pillow covers on earth.  They looked like they might even fit the soft cushy pillows I already owned.  (Spoiler alert:  they DO fit!!)  There were many different gorgeous bright Finnish fabrics, and I spent a long time deciding which I liked best.  So long, in fact, that we totally avoided the long queue (that's European for line) getting onto the plane.  So long, in fact, the we almost missed the flight.  It might have been worth it.

Upon arriving home, the first thing I did was, well, sleep for about ten hours.  But the SECOND thing I did was try on my new pillow covers.  Guess what?  They fit PERFECTLY.  (You knew that already, didn't you?)

Chloe and Morgan love them too.

13 Points for M-A-G-N-E-T-S

Recently while visiting the in-laws, I was rummaging around in their basement checking out some of my husband's preserved childhood relics.  I swear, that house always has new hidden treasures. 

My dear mother-in-law has given me a (loud) working vintage General Electric fan because she just had a couple sitting in the basement.  It looks great on top of my 1950s china cabinet but is too frightening to actually use both because it sounds like a tornado and would probably maim a curious cat, what with it being built before safety standards and common sense.  (Or maybe cats and babies have just gotten dumber?) 

She gave me a fantastic color block afghan made by her mother (or maybe her grandmother?) that was just hanging out in the back of one of her linen closets all shy and stylish.

She gave me some vintage PanAm paraphernalia including a couple of bags and an actual flight attendant scarf.  From an actual flight attendant's uniform.  From PanAm.  Like whoa.  Because she has a friend that use to work for PanAm and she knows her daughter-in-law likes 'that 50s stuff.' 

Seriously, I just never know.  It would not surprise me if she had a vintage Pyrex bowl in the laundry room to hold the dryer lint.  Sitting on an Eames chair.

So this particular time I was looking through a stack of 1970s little boy's board games.  There were tens of tens of them.  Strange ones, like Haunted Mystery Manor and Save Scooby Doo.  (I just made those up.  I can't remember the real titles.  These were no Monopoly or Clue.  In fact, now that I am typing this, I want to go back and open those boxes and check out the actual board part of the board games because I think some of them will look great on the wall.  Ok.  Mental note.  But not the point of this post.)

I found a Scrabble game and remembered a Super Crafty Idea that I read on the interwebs some time long ago about making Scrabble tile magnets and classing up the refrigerator.  And dude, my fridge needs help.  Exhibit A:

So I brought home the Scrabble game and made some fridge magnets.  I even had a fun surprise when I opened the box and the wooden tiles were a cool red color instead of boring beige.  (Ok, I wasn't that surprised.  Nothing from that woman's magical house surprises me anymore.)

It's super easy.  Just get some magnets and your trusty glue gun and maybe some cardboard if you are the messy type (like me).

Make sure the magnets are smaller than the Scrabble tiles.  Duh.  Then just glue them onto the backs of the tiles and let them dry.  Hot glue is dry enough in about fifteen minutes but I let them sit overnight just to make sure.

It also helps if you take this opportunity to rid the fridge of expired coupons and invitations to past events.  Ta-da! 

I'm putting the over/under on the fridge being messy again at about seventeen minutes.

New Kitchen Garden

Not IN the kitchen...FOR the kitchen.
I ventured out to a nursery (the plant kind) this morning.  All by myself.  Alone.  It was lovely, if slightly overwhelming.  Do you know they sell all sorts of plants in little pots?  Small ones, that you can conceivably make bigger.  With water, and sunlight, and, um.....photosynthesis?
I've been cooking a bunch this past year, and I find myself using fresh herbs in lots of recipes.  Dude, fresh herbs are expensive.  And wilty. 
So....I thought I'd grow my own and have super fresh herbs for cooking any time I want.  This morning's adventure was originally just a recon mission until I realized that each plant cost the same or less than buying a package of that same cut herb at the grocers.  I decided to just jump right in.
I came home with parsely, sage, cilantro, thyme, terragon, oregano, basil, and chives.  Also fennel, a beautiful feathery plant that I have never actually cooked with but clearly should try because it is just too pretty.
Oh, and two pepper plants and one strawberry plant, you know, for extra credit.  And some pots, fertilized soil, and rocks for drainage.  (The nice garden-store lady told me about the rocks.)  And that's pretty much it.  I hope I didn't forget anything;  I already have water and sunlight.
It seemed my sad, rusty, empty little plant stand was not going to cut it.

I had some cinder blocks and plywood in the basement and was able to quickly put together some dorm-style plant shelves.  I moved the plants into bigger pots and now I have an herb garden! 

See the tiny little pots up there?  Those are all the little pots that the herbs came in.  I wanted to use them for something so I asked Google how to propogate rosemary and mint.  Google said I just take a cutting, strip half the leaves off, and plant it.  I have a hardy impossible to kill rosemary plant and so so much mint already growing on the patio.  We'll see if it works.

Super. Cool. Coat Hanger. Trick.

So this afternoon Observant Little Brother comes into my house and is all, 'what's with the empty space between those picture frames?'  I told him that was Reserved Parking for my groovy brass lobster, but standard picture hanging procedure just wasn't working.  And he says, 'why not just use dad's coat hanger trick?'  Um. What?
'Dad's been doing this for ever.  Didn't he teach you?'
Nope.**  So I quick got a lesson from Clever Little Brother. (Dad doesn't get credit because he didn't show me. There. That will teach him.)
Here's how it all goes down.

First you have to find just the right kind of magical coat hanger.  The best way to find these special mystical hangers is attached to your pants when your pants return from the cleaners.  Note: Not your shirts.  It's those pants hangers with the flimsy cardboard cylinder instead of a hypotenuse wire.  These ones.

You will also need to locate some wire cutters (or kitchen scissors and a bit of determination).  Detatch the paper cylinder from the rest of the hanger.

Notice that cool little hidden hook.  Next you cut the long part of the wire about six inches up.

As you may have already cleverly worked out yourself, you can get two wall hangers out of each coat hanger.  Bend it so it arcs a bit like this.

You will need to drill a hole in the wall big enough for the coat hanger to fit through.  Oh yeah, so you also need a drill.  (Or I guess you could hammer a nail into the wall and pull it out to make a hole in a pinch.)   Then you just feed the long bit through the hole and it will hold itself in the wall using magic.  I can't fit my camera inside that tiny hole so here is a dramatization using cardboard.

You then have a hook perfect for hanging brass lobsters or any such non-flush-to-the-wall objects.  Look.  Isn't he cute?

**I should note that my dad is the President of Coat Hangers.  Seriously, I collect them in the bottom of a closet so he is not bored when he visits.  He has about one thousand things he likes to do with coat hangers, 999 of which are useless.  It is possible that he did tell me and I was only pretending to listen.







Just Like the Guggenheim

I’ve hung my very own Gallery Wall.

Last month during a trip to Ikea, I picked up a big pile of different sized white frames. They have been lying on the guest bed judging me ever since. They did not like living on the bed. They wanted to live on the WALL, their natural habitat. So this weekend I gathered all the necessary items to make their dreams come true.

Necessary Items for Hanging Your Very Own Gallery Wall

Frames

Pictures for inside the frames
Eighties music
Picture hanging wire and nails
Wine
Electric drill
Pencil
Patience
One calico cat

I poured a medium sized glass of chilled pinot grigio, set some 80s mix CDs on shuffle, and got right to work. I laid out the frames on the floor in front of the wall where they would eventually live, changing them around and around and around (right round baby, right round) until I was satisfied with their placement.  I just sort of started with a few big ones in the middle to visually anchor the whole thing and scooted a bunch of little ones up close until I liked the way it looked.  At one point I even remembered to take a picture.

It didn't end up this way, of course.  The cat didn't like it. 

After about twenty more reconfigurations, I settled on an arrangement, refilled my wine glass, and added the pictures.

The piece de resistance and major pop of color was a print I fell in love with during a past trip to Arizona.  My sneaky husband saw that I loved it and picked up a card from the gallery in Sedona.  He totally surprised me the very next Christmas and it has been waiting for a frame ever since. 

The Abstract Fingerpainting was done by a three-year-old genius by the name of Sophia Raindrop.  She named it 'Fireworks.'  It's going to be worth millions someday.  It didn't quite fit in the included mat but I will fix that another day.

Most of the others are photos I took on various vacations printed in black and white and masquerading as Real Art.  I do love that though the black and white fancies them up a bit, they are all personal memories from past travels.

I didn't have any pictures small enough to fit in the tiny square frames, so I cut out a few pictures from a Lonely Planet calendar for two of them, and framed three peacock feathers in the others.  I will change out the calendar pictures eventually but I quite like the look of the feathers.

Then I got to hanging (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh....hanging tough).

It only took seventeen million hours to hang all of the frames.  Ikea includes picture wire and these nifty little clip things with their frames, so it should have been easy.

Two of them were in fact super easy.  They were centered on wall studs, purely by luck, and I just drilled in a wood screw and hung them. 

MOST of the others were MOSTly easy.  I was hanging them on drywall, so all I had to do was predrill a hold, twist in one of my favorite drywall screws, drill in an actual screw leaving a tiny bit poked out of the wall for the wire, and center the picture. 

The remaining problem children were more difficult, as I discovered bricks made of an impenetrable  substance inside the walls just two millimeters behind the drywall. Or maybe I just had the wrong drill bit, but whatever, it wasn't going to work.  I then had to remember high school Geometry and use two screws, usually one wood screw and one drywall screw, and balance the frames over two screws so they were (mostly) even.  Luckily, I saved the hard ones for last.  Geometry is way more fun after three glasses of wine. 

Ta da!

Notice the empty spot above the Fireworks masterpiece.  Don't be alarmed.  That spot is reserved for Mr. Pinchy Pants.  (Or maybe he is a Rock Lobster.)  I just can't figure out how to hang him yet.

A gallery wall all for me, just like heaven the Met.