Author: lara

Here’s the scoop on fideos, for folks who may not have used them (or heard of them) before. Fideos are Spanish and they’re a kind of “home-y” comfort food and NOT a gourmet/upscale kind of food. They are a type of pasta, so they can usually be found in the pasta aisle (usually down low, but if they’re not there, try the “Hispanic Foods” aisle). The kind that I buy is in a small, yellow box and it’s called “Q & Q” (Quality and Quantity) and it costs about a quarter for 5 ounces. I have better luck finding them in larger, discount-type stores, rather than in gourmet markets (think HEB, not Central Market). For my buddies on the East Coast, think Giant, rather than Wegman’s. I will admit that are a little difficult to find (and sorry, Trish, I have NO idea where to buy them in Korea.)

The good news, however, is that there is a REALLY easy substitute. Fideos are really just extra-thin spaghetti/angel-hair. The only difference is that fideos are pre-cut into short, equal little lengths (about 3 inches?), so a great substitute (and one that a lot of recipes tell you to do, anyway) is just to buy angel hair or really thin spaghetti-type noodles and break them into pieces. You’ll have to buy the angel hair that is packed into boxes or long bags like spaghetti, rather than the angel hair that is curled into little “nests” (or would that be “hairballs”?)

I must admit that I’ve never done the “broken noodles” thing, myself, but I imagine that the dish would cook up exactly the same. As you know, I am a bit…umm….let’s go with “particular”…and I like the precision of the noodles being all the same size, so I do think it’s worth the trouble to find the actual “fideos”, but don’t stress about it. Some recipes will tell you to toast the pasta before you cook it, some don’t, but I usually do, even if it doesn’t say to, because it just gives it better flavor.

So, Staci – don’t turn that cookbook page, baby – it’s just pasta!

OK, I know that lately this blog has been about anything other than food, but here are some cool things that I’ve come across lately that I wanted to share with you:

36 matches carved from a single block of wood, available from Lifeisgoods.com for $19.50

Handmade wooden salad tongs, available from KentuckyArts.com for $14

Yoga Toes Toe Stretchers, available from Overstock.com for $44.99.
I have toes that tend to curl under and do all sorts of weird-looking contortions, even though I wear good shoes that fit and don’t “scrunch” my feet. I have just ordered some of these, so I don’t know how they’ll feel yet, but Self magazine calls them “surprisingly refreshing.”

PS – I promise that I really am going to cook dinner tonight and will have something yummy to show you, probably Chorizo and Mushroom Fideua (found that recipe by searching epicurious for “chorizo”, because I have some in my freezer and “kid-friendly”)

If anyone else (besides Staci) had a question about the scar on my knee in my “show off my hiking boots” photo – here’s my answer (it’s hidden in the comments section, so you guys might not see it, otherwise):

Those really are my nasty ol’ scarred-up legs. Not a super story on the scar, but semi-noteworthy…

When I was about 7 – 8 months pregnant with Girl, I had a little fender-bender in Hubby’s truck that bent up the right front fender (somebody T-boned me, trying to pull onto Lamar at 2222 in front of me). There just happened to have been a really big hailstorm not too long before that and all of the body shops were swamped and couldn’t take his truck to be fixed for a couple of weeks.

During that time, I walked into the bent-up bumper and gashed open my knee. It was pretty gross – blood spurting and all. It didn’t hurt at all, but Hubby was mortified and felt awful (he went straight home afterward and hammered down the bent bumper so that the sharp part wasn’t sticking out anymore). We had just been out to lunch with my mom (we were treating, because she was updating our wills for us, because of the baby) and it happened as we were dropping her back off at her office downtown. There just happened to be a Dr. that worked in her office building and he fashioned a bandage out of a (clean) dishtowel from their office kitchen (thanks, Dr. Guckian!), but even he looked like he was going to pass out (he’d been teaching at the time and hadn’t actually practiced medicine in a while, plus I was alarmingly pregnant and there was a LOT of blood).

Did you remember that I used to work for a plastic surgeon? We called him and he met us at the hospital (thanks, Dr. B!) and stitched me up (no anesthesia, because of the baby). I couldn’t bend my knee while it was healing, plus I was on crutches (NO FUN when you’re pregnant) and couldn’t drive for a few weeks afterwards. I was really lucky that it didn’t hit any tendons or anything that could have messed with the functionality of my knee, so my knee works fine, it just looks ugly. Sometimes people ask if I’ve had knee surgery…I wanna say, “yeah, knee surgery with a can opener”. If I had knee surgery and my surgeon left me with a scar like that, I think I would sue…

Anyway, that’s the story….

PS – It’s not the plastic surgeon’s fault that my scar looks bad – the gash was just that long and deep (1/2 inch to 3/4 inch?), I wasn’t giving him a great situation to work with, but most knee surgery scars look much better than that, so… I actually think he did a very good job – it’s very smooth and flat and has never caused me a bit of pain.

I actually kinda like my scar; it think it makes me look “tough”; it’s my badge of honor. It also makes me think about Girl and how we went through it “together” and how cute and overprotective Hubby was of both of us. Sweet.

I finally picked my car up yesterday from the second of two repair shops that were working on it in the same day and I can finally say that it is at least starting to resemble my old car again. I was mortified the first time that I picked it up last week and it wasn’t braking properly and was pulling to one side. The body shop was saying that they had fixed everything that they could on it, but I was terrified that would be the permanent future state of the car. It was awful. All kinds of engine indicator lights had turned on: “Check Engine” and “VSC tracking” (whatever the heck that is). After a visit to the dealership for an alignment and some other repairs (some related to the accident, some not, plus some routine maintenance), I am starting to get happy with it again. I have always babied this car; it’s been taken to the dealership for routine maintenance and oil changes precisely according to the recommended schedule. I keep it pristinely clean inside. I am inordinately proud of this car and LOVE it. It’s the first car that I ever paid cash for and didn’t have to get a loan on. When I get a door ding or paint chip, I rush it to the body shop to have it fixed. The guy at the body shop (who presumably makes money off of my hyper-vigilance) actually told me once, “It’s never going to stay perfect, you know…it’s OK for it to have a couple of marks.” Silly man doesn’t know what he’s talking about. 😉 Of course, I had completely forgotten about the windshield crack that happened just before the wreck that I hadn’t had a chance to get fixed yet, so that will have to be taken care of now. It happened on a gravelly road (piece of gravel flew up and hit it) in the middle of nowhere (on my way to TDS ranch for a party), so I will have to bear the responsibility for that cost myself, but I’ve now spent over $3000 on my car in the past week (I haven’t been reimbursed anything by the insurance company yet) and still have a windshield to go. The food on this blog may get really boring for a while….rice and beans, anyone?

I realized that I never did photos of the “damage”. The extent of the damage isn’t easily in photos, but here are some, anyway. This photo is of the underside of the car, and shows where the frame was slightly bent (this is only one side of the frame, but it was bent similar on the other side, as well):

This photo shows the bumper damage. The reason that there are some vertical marks is that the guy that hit me had a “brush guard” on the front bumper of his truck.

We did indulge in one extravagance yesterday that was unrelated to car repair: we bought “Rock Band” for the kids. A very fun game and I can tell already it’s going to turn into a huge “time suck” for our family – but that’s what summer’s for, right?

The desk is finished and it looks GLORIOUS. Definitely some satisfaction in doing it yourself (although it would have been nice to save the grand-and-a-half that we payed the jacka$$ painter to do it). The paint smell is SO strong right now that you can get high from walking into our backyard, but it does look great. We’ll give it a couple of days to “off-gas” and then we’ll put the furniture back out there. I’ll post one last photo once everything is set up again, and then I promise I’ll shut up about the darned deck.

The second D.I.Y. agenda item for this weekend was to stain our front door. It is a beautiful wooden door with beveled, leaded glass inserts and sidelites on either side. It’s gorgeous, but it takes the full brunt of the afternoon sun and we hadn’t done a thing to it in the 4 years that we’ve lived here. The polyurethane coating was GONE and the wood was faded and starting to crack. Our house isn’t palatial, but it’s comfy and the front door was certainly not making a good first impression.

Hubby attacked it with plastic “steel wool” today and then Boy, Girl and I stained it (taking turns). Tomorrow night, Hubby will put a fresh coat of polyurethane on it. It already looks 150% better than it did, even without the polyurethane.

Not quite sure why I’ve gotten this home maintenance bug lately, but we do go through periodic spurts like this. Next up: painting Girl’s bathroom a beautiful, rich, dark chocolate brown. She just got brand new “teenager appropriate” bedding that has some really pretty colors in it: burgundy, pumpkin, brown, gold, acid/lime green and turquoise. It sounds weird, but it’s really pretty. The coordinating shower curtain has the same colors (though it’s a different fabric), so the brown will look very nice. The old salon that I used to go to had chocolate brown paint on the walls in the shampoo room and I always thought that it was really pretty and rich-looking, so that project will be next.

Bonus photo of my very comfy new hiking boots. We all bought new boots today and have been wearing them around ever since we left REI. They will be all nicely broken in by the time our Alaska trip rolls around.

(sorry if I blinded you with my Caspar the Friendly Ghost legs!)

Check out the 7th paragraph of this story (Oh, heck…read the whole thing, but the 7th paragraph has me scratching my head. I am clearly missing something.):

McCain interview, New York Times

OK, yes…it’s preferable to have two parents and yes, they both play an important role, but isn’t more about having two parents to share the burden/nurturing load, rather than having two parents that are different genders? He really thinks it’s better for those kids to stay in group homes or foster care, where they have NO parents, than to place them with a loving gay couple that wants to have them? REALLY?

Hubby makes a good point that this is a moot point, because adoption regulations really don’t fall under the purview of the Presidency, so McCain’s really just pandering to the right wingers when he makes this statement. Gay adoption isn’t going to be something that he will really be changing regulations on. It really falls under state regulations or is up, maybe, to the individual agency that is making the placement, but still….isn’t gay adoption just a ridiculous thing to be AGAINST?