This is not MY list – nor my photo. Thanks, Meagan!
As a child, I remember spring cleaning as a time when the house was “lightened up” for the sunnier, warmer days which were heading our way. The heavy drapes were taken down and replaced by sheer organza, the flannels were traded for crisp cotton and the house was generally made to feel less cozy and more open.
My own spring cleaning rituals are a bit less structured than those with which I grew up. I wash and rehang the same curtains, sometimes even running an iron over them if I wasn’t lucky enough to pull them out of the drier fast enough. I might roll up the area rug in the living room and stash it away for the summer months and sometimes I even make the effort to rotate my favorite photos around the house for a new perspective. It’s pretty damn basic, is what I’m saying.
Here are my accomplishments from last week:
- Wiped down the outside of the kitchen cabinets. Well, just the base cabinets. I never got around to the upper cabinets.
- Cleaned the oven, which means push that button on the digital panel and be left wondering which will happen first – will the cleaning cycle be done and finally unlock itself or will the area surrounding the range explode into flames because it really is that hot.
- Removed all the magnets and artwork from the front of the fridge and shined the stainless steel carefully returning nearly every item, but placing them in a different “spring” arrangement.
- Took my skis and boots from the basement steps and actually put them on that shelf in the back of the basement. Boots even got returned to that clear plastic garbage bag. Ready for next year!
- Placed Uggs in cloth bag and put them back in their box on a shelf in my closet. Running shoes also all returned neatly to the shoe rack.
- Hand washed and dried all stemware from hanging glass rack. Actually, I did this task a couple of weeks ago, but I consider it to have been a slightly premature act of spring cleaning. Assuming you define “spring cleaning” as something you do only once a year or so.
- Raked my front yard twice and my backyard just about once. Have yet to pick up the leave piles in the back but hope to take care of it tomorrow before it rains.
I can’t say I was the most productive person during spring break, but I did slightly more than nothing which puts me ahead of the game, right? What about you? Did you clean up?
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Last year, I was blessed to spend Easter in the Black Forest. There was a dusting of new snow that morning and I attended mass alone in a beautiful church where the only word I truly understood was “Amen.” It was perfect. In the little town of Neustadt, thousands of miles from “home,” I had a deep sense of belonging to something larger than the daily world I have made for myself and my children. I loved that holiday.
7lbs of bone-in prime rib
This year, the boys and I enjoyed a special dinner on Holy Saturday. I jumped off the meatless Lent train a day early and we feasted on prime rib and grilled asparagus. I opened a fine bottle of Bordeaux which, after our meal was consumed and cleaned up, I brought to the neighbors’ to share. There were more bottles of wine uncorked and I enjoyed a relaxed spring evening. It was lovely.
This morning, I mastered the lamb cake mold my family had mailed from Germany a few weeks back. It took three attempts to nail it. The first try was a disaster – the pan fell over in the (newly cleaned) oven making an impressive mess as the batter flowed into the most impossible to clean crevices. Take two involved an unfortunate premature slide of the cake from the perfectly buttered and floured mold as the poor lamb lost its head. Literally. Toothpicks put things back in place, but I decided to give it one final shot this morning and I found success.
These different experiences from last year to now, offer a wonderful perspective, for me, about life and living. Home is where we feel loved. Friends are family. Sometimes we need to keep trying to get something right. And, finally, we all need to rise up and live the life we have been given. Happy Easter.
Did you happen to see this article in the Times Union recently? I’m sure lots of folks feel gratified by their decision to reside in one of the successful suburban districts which are considered to be the best in the region. Me? I’m left with more questions than answers by the conclusions drawn and I want more information.
- How many of the students attending those schools immediately after graduating high school, complete their programs in either two or four years?
- How many of the students attending 4 year schools graduate from that same institution in 4 years?
- What is the median household income in each of those school districts?
- How about the average educational attainment in those same households?
I may be in the minority here, but I’m not overly concerned with whether my children go to college immediately after high school. And I’m not talking about the trendy “gap” year either. If higher education is the logical step on a path leading to a long-term career, what I’m curious to know is this: how many 18 year-olds truly know what they want to do professionally for the rest of their lives?
On a recent evening, the teenaged Lilly boys and I had an interesting conversation about college – getting in, being successful, and paying for it. In my mind, college isn’t a prolonging of the carefree days of high school with the added benefit of being away from home and playing beer pong. It’s a serious and expensive investment. Why take that on when you’re 18 unless you are either
a. incredibly motivated or
b. able to take advantage of an opportunity to attend a school with a substantial scholarship?
My route to college, and ultimately a Master’s Degree, was not direct. After leaving high school in my senior year, I worked full-time and supported myself. At the age of 21, I tentatively dipped my toes into higher education by taking a couple of night classes at the local high school in the village where I lived. The following year, I moved to Albany and began studying full-time.
Do I regret not taking a more traditional path to college? Not at all. If I were to do it all over again, the only thing I would change would be to have taken even more time to have traveled. I wish I had taken my hospitality skills on the road and spent some time waitressing in resort areas where I could have made bank while experiencing new sights. For me, the important thing about having a college degree isn’t about when you start earning it, it’s more about when you finish it. What do you think?
Have you ever participated with a CSA? I did one year and found myself more than a little overwhelmed by the array of obscure greens and heritage vegetables. While I enjoyed the challenge of trying to create meals from previously unknown ingredients, I have never been tempted to commit again to the responsibility of having to retrieve my bag of goods from a remote location. Field Goods and their convenient delivery to my school has proven to be the ideal solution for getting fresh, and sometimes frozen, produce into my kitchen and my tummy.
This week’s bag included some beautiful Portobello mushrooms and the timing of this exchange on Twitter could not have been more perfect:
Ding, ding – dinner has been determined!
I started by wiping the mushroom and removing the stems, trimming the ends a bit. Using a combination of olive oil and butter, I sautéed the chopped stems, adding minced shallots* and chopped onion* and basically softening everything up. I had about 2/3 of a cup of leftover couscous and tossed that in as well. Rummaging through the fridge, I also found a few sprigs of (kind of) fresh thyme and minced that up to add to the pan along with about a ½ cup of bread crumbs. I seasoned with salt and pepper to taste and turned the oven on to 350.
I placed the intact caps in a shallow baking dish and drizzled them with a little olive oil and put them in the oven to soften up a bit. After about 10 minutes, I filled the caps, generously piling the stuffing on. I had some kind of crappy parmesan cheese in the cheese drawer and grated it over the mushrooms and covered the baking dish with foil. I heated everything through (maybe 7 or 8 minutes) and then uncovered my tasty meatless dinner.
Delicious and satisfying! I will definitely make these again. Maybe, once Lent is finally over, I’ll add a little sausage or ground turkey…
* the shallots and onions were both from previous weeks’ deliveries.
I’m getting kind of excited about spending some untethered time in NYC. I feel like circumstances are aligning. The sun is expected to shine in mild blue skies. The moon will be nearly full and, I predict, spectacular. I have a good idea about what I’m going to wear (cutoff shorts with footless tights, flat shoes for walking) and what I’ll need to pack (running gear, a cute dress for cocktails).
My plans are fluid but include a couple of stops on my way downtown – Macy’s, perhaps, Porto Rico Importers, definitely, Rocco’s more than likely. I’ll be dressed casually so I’m going with a backpack instead of an overnight bag. I like to have my hands free and travel light.
I’ll have a quality late lunch with at least one glass of wine, maybe my first rose of the season. My plans include a nap followed by a run. I want to head south down the lower west side to Battery Park through the Seaport and over the Brooklyn Bridge. The “blood moon” will be rising and whatever music I choose I know will be perfect.
A quick shower off, a little makeup and then there will be cocktails at a swanky place down on lower Hudson where, I believe, Sundays are “pants optional.” Fun will be had. I know how to do this. It’s going to be epic.
Have you seen this heartwarming video? I myself tried to resist the repeated postings and “likes” on Facebook, but finally caved a few days ago and watched it. I cried. There was something so touching about Chelsea’s story – her own recovery from an eating disorder, the support she provides to her younger sibling, her daily efforts to work as a restaurant server as well as devote time to her passion and healer, yoga. She is truly inspirational and I was thrilled to “witness” her hard work be rewarded as she was presented with a fat cash tip, a trip to Hawaii, her dream job and a new car. Wonderful!
Chelsea Roff struck me as a survivor, a young woman who has worked to improve a life which came with an almost unfair share of challenges. One of the ways she has changed her life has been by devoting herself to the practice of yoga. Not content to reap the benefits of yoga without giving back, Chelsea has created a foundation to share yoga with others struggling with food issues.
Yoga as a therapeutic activity seems like a no-brainer, doesn’t it? Lest you think it is an opportunity not available in our area, allow me to direct your attention to some exciting local opportunities designed to provide yoga to those who may need it most – those who struggle with addiction and recovery and military veterans and their families. These free classes are designed to bring the benefits of yoga to people who may not otherwise be exposed or involved with yoga and the rewards practice can be bring to anyone.
Check out the offerings below, share the information with anyone you know who may be interested and contact The Hot Yoga Spot with any questions. Namaste.
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At one point Sunday afternoon, as Chrissy and I ran over snow and sand and through mud and ice, I had to laugh at how lucky it is that we both find the challenge of trail running to be fun. Yes, fun. It’s like being a kid again, running through the woods to either get somewhere, or maybe away from someone, not really knowing exactly where we’re going, but having the luxury of enough time to simply run.
On Saturday we did the Parker 5k, a seriously challenging lope through the woods which Chrissy blazed through. We were down a lunar b*tch, unexpectedly, but we both rallied for respectable finishes on a morning which was far more benign than expected. There was no rain and the mud provided an obstacle or added an element of excitement, all in the eye of the beholder.
Aren’t they lively looking?
A couple of remarks I heard post-race were validating, the race was “humbling,” and the trail “grueling.” No one was complaining. This event is pleasingly small with only about 100 finishers and everyone who participated appeared remarkably healthy and fit. As Chrissy said, it felt much more like a friendly group run through the woods than a race. Next year, hopefully we’ll be our usual running threesome. Missed you, Karen!
Sunday was a gorgeous day – the first day of the year for me to run wearing only a single layer and sleeveless, at that. We met at the Pine Bush’s trailhead #7, where we consulted a posted map and quickly determined we had no idea how to read it properly. It was mid afternoon and we had time and an app on our side so we headed in, bearing right at most forks in the trail as we sought a longish run. The scenery was absolutely beautiful and the day was an ambiguous one, early spring which easily could have been mistaken for mid fall.
We skirted a deep ravine and ran on the narrowest of paths up steeper than expected hills. There was mud, but no real standing water and we both were glad we had worn our mudders from the previous day again. We encountered fewer than a handful of other intrepid fun seekers and I have a new desire to familiarize myself with this large nature area. Saratoga State Park’s trails have nothing on this place in terms of challenge and beauty and I can’t wait to go back for another, even longer, loop.
We wrapped up our running adventures with a first of the season soak in Chrissy’s hot tub. It was a good weekend.