Archive for April, 2010


Emergency Revisited

April 30, 2010

It happened again last night. We had another hypoglycemic incident. Except this time I had to call 9-1-1. 

Last night was Meeshie’s school play and my husband had a doctor’s appointment so he met us there. When he got to school, I asked him if he had a chance to get anything to eat. 

Yep, two hot dogs.



Now I know that sounds like a decent quick meal, but he literally meant two hot dogs. On a plate, popped in the microwave, no bun. Nothing. 

When we got home we started our routine of winding down and getting ready for bed. Meeshie goes to bed at 8 p.m. not matter the season. I knew something was off though because it was my husband’s turn to sit with her at bed time with a book and he didn’t mention it. We used to read to her, but now she reads to us for a little while before bed. I got her settled in, we read and she went to bed. 

I found my husband just sitting downstairs in his chair. 

Did you want something to eat?



No response. 

Why don’t you check your blood?



No response. 

He eventually went upstairs and I thought he was checking his blood. He went to lay down. 

This never happened to me before. I suggest and he complies, sometimes I have to convince him but it doesn’t take long. 

I spent 45 minutes trying to get him to eat something, check his blood and/or drink a coke. Let me tell you I was by no means calm about it either. Nothing I tried to convince him to do as I asked was working. 

It got to the point that it woke up Meeshie and she became upset. By this time I had given up and called 9-1-1. 

What was the matter? Why wouldn’t he listen to me? 

I think this is the reason that we can’t have any more babies. Oh don’t get me wrong I would love to have another baby. Sometimes I dream about it. But this is reality and the reality is my husband’s health is not a stable as either one of us thinks. 

As I waited patiently for the paramedics to arrive, I knew that without a doubt God wants me to concentrate on helping my husband improve his health.

By the time the paramedics got to our house and they tested his sugar it was 31.


Help please!

April 28, 2010

I have these in my yard.  They are knock out roses.

I must admit that I am not a huge fan of roses, but these add a lot of color.  And they are hardy, or so I thought.  I usually have to trim these back three times a season, not including the last prune of the year.  I have four knockout rose bushes and two of them are dead.  No signs of life dead.

Does that look good to you?

Or this?

Is it the blasted japanese beetles?  We have them in abundance here. 

I have some traps from Gemplers that attracts both male and female beetles and in the hot summer months those puppies are FULL.  I love them because they are easy to clean and can be used year after year, you just need to purchase a lure once a year.  But the beetles seem to like my japanese maple and crabtree more than anything else in the yard.

Is it just that the roses are past their growth cycle?  They are coming on to their ninth season.  I thought the reason people planted roses is because they are so hardy.  Maybe I’m mistaken.

This one has signs of life.

This one too, all though it looks like it may only come back half way.

I’m not sure that I’ll have time to plant new bushes while the weather is still ideal.  I may have to wait until the fall to plant. I may just replace the two that are dead unless someone has a better suggestion.



April 25, 2010

Meeshie saw that I had posted this recipe on another site and said to me mom, no ratings yet?  Don’t they know this is the best cookie in the world?  I guess not.

I don’t think people know how easy it is to make either. 

So in honor of all the sweets I have been making for Meeshie’s communion here is the recipe.  Enjoy!


  • 1 C of butter, softened
  • 1 package of cream cheese
  • 2 C of flour

Cream the butter and cream cheese together. Scrape the sides of the bowl and add one cup of the flour to the cream cheese mixture. Scrape the sides of the bowl again and add the remaining flour. Mix the dough by hand and form a nice ball. The dough may slightly stick to your fingers but not too much. If it is too sticky you can add a small amount of additional flour to the dough. Wrap the dough in Saran Wrap and place in the fridge for at least 2 hours. I usually keep it in the fridge overnight.

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Remove the dough from the fridge and let it get room temperature. Pinch off enough dough to form a marble sized ball. Press the ball onto a cookie sheet. The dough should be very thin. Spread the pastry filling of your choice onto the dough. I use Solo pastry filling: almond, raspberry and/or poppy seed.

Bake in the oven for 8-11 minutes or until the edges are golden brown.

Remove from the oven and let them sit for a few minutes on the cookie sheet before transporting them to a plate or platter. Sprinkle with confectioner’s sugar. Since they are open faced, do not stack them they will stick together.

The dough makes about 8 dozen cookies.


Dry Aged Prime Rib Roast

April 21, 2010

In honor of Mother’s Day coming up, I thought I would post a recipe that is elegant but easy.  If you prep it in time, you can have this meal on Mother’s Day or Christmas or Easter or because once you’ve had this roast you’ll start to dream about how tender it is. 

Dry Aged Prime Rib Roast

  • 1 whole Prime Rib Roast, Bone In About 10-12 Pounds
  • 3 Tablespoons Olive Oil
  • 5 whole Carrots, Chopped To About 2 Inches In Length
  • 2 whole Onion, Medium Sized And coarsely Diced
  • _____
  • 1-½ Tablespoon Dried Rosemary
  • 4 Tablespoons Fresh Ground Pepper
  • 1-½ Tablespoon Garlic, Granulated
  • 1-½ Tablespoon Minced Onion
  • 3 Tablespoons Kosher Salt
  • Rinse the roast and dry completely. Wrap in cheesecloth. Place on a rack on a sheet pan in the back of the fridge fat side up. After 24 hours replace the cheesecloth with a new one and place the roast back in the fridge for 9 to 11 days. I put it in the spare fridge and forget about it.

    Remove the roast from the fridge, unwrap and trim it. You want to cut off all the discolored parts. Rub the roast in the olive oil. Mix the spices together for the rub and rub it all over the roast. Let the roast reach room temperature.

    Preheat the oven to 500 degrees. Line a roasting pan with some carrots and onions. Place the roast on top of the vegetables and add some water to the bottom of the pan to line it.

    Now you can put the roast in the oven and cook it for an hour and then turn off the oven for 2 1/2 hours making sure to leave the oven door closed. Or you can put the roast in the 500 degree oven and immediately turn the heat down to 450 degrees and cook it for 40 minutes. After 40 minutes, turn the oven down to 275 degrees and cook for 2 hours. I’ve done it both ways and each way makes a perfect medium-rare roast. If you prefer to have your roast more done, adjust cooking time accordingly.

    Let the roast rest for 15 minutes before you cut into it. Make sure to serve it with the carmelized carrots and onions.


    Of Lice and (Wo)man

    April 17, 2010

    Meeshie on my hubby's lap before I discovered the lice.


    A few years ago we went to Toronto for a Cubs game.   

    Have you ever been to Toronto?  It is a great city right on the lake like Chicago.  There are great forts there, hockey and the best steak I have ever eaten in my life.    

    While at the Cubs game, Meeshie and I were standing in line at the concession stand I noticed something in her hair.  That something was lice.  I was livid.  She and I left the game to walk back to the hotel.  First I went to a pharmacy to get something to get rid of the bugs.  Then I went to the lobby and demanded they change my room.  I was convinced she got the lice from the room.The next morning after her treatment.  I thought I had gotten them all.   

    My hubby was not so sure.  That’s because a month before a letter was sent home from the day care notifying us that one of the children there had lice.  I was checking but I had never experienced lice before so I was looking for the wrong thing.  By the time I discovered the lice, they were pretty mature.    

    We got home from our trip and I had a message from one of my friends from the day care letting me know that her child had lice.   

    My husband was upset.  We thought the lice issue was done because we had not gotten any other notices.   

    I spent 8 weeks picking through Meeshie’s hair like a monkey.  Every morning.  Every evening.  Stripping her bed, and ours.  Doing more laundry than I thought was possible.  We used a homemade remedy of mayonnaise in her hair at night for a week because you can only use the over the counter remedy every so many days.  It’s pretty toxic.    

    I was freaking out because I was convinced I had the lice too.  I didn’t but the more I thought about the lice, the more my scalp would itch.  Plus Meeshie and I share a comb, elastic hair bands, and hugs.  Lots and lots of hugs.   

    Oh and did I mention I’m kinda a neat freak?  Lice it turns out like clean hair.  The cleaner the better.  It was the longest summer of my life.    

    I found this product on the internet that I spray on her hair every day.  I’m not sure how long I have to spray it on her head, maybe when she leaves for college?


    Greek Burgers with Tzatziki Sauce

    April 14, 2010

    It’s grilling season and what better way to start it off than with these awesome burgers!  A great twist to a traditional burger.

    The first time I had these burgers was when there was a Dinner by Design a few towns over.  They have since closed up shop.  My husband and I fell in love with the flavor of those burgers and I experimented until I found something like them.  We have decided that these are actually better than the ones we had from DbD.  These little burgers pack a lot of flavor.  This recipe makes about 9 burgers.

    Greek Burgers

  • 3 pounds Ground Sirloin
  • ¾ pounds Feta (crumbled)
  • 1-½ cup Black Olives, Slivered
  • 3 whole Oregano Sprigs, The Leaves Removed From The Stems And Chopped
  • 9 whole Garlic Cloves, Minced
  • 1-½ cup Sundried Tomatoes, Diced
  • Mix all the ingredients into the meat. When working with ground sirloin or ground beef, do not overwork the meat.

    Form into oval-shaped patties, almost like a small football. Grill them to your preferred doneness. Keep in mind though that they are thicker than a regular hamburger, so adjust your time accordingly.

    Serve them with tzatziki sauce (I made the recipe supplied by the notetaker on the tasty kitchen site) on a whole pita that has been fried slightly in olive oil. You can also pick the sauce up at places like Trader Joe’s.  Enjoy!

    Tzatziki Sauce

    • 1-¼ cup Plain Greek Yogurt
    • 1 whole English Hothouse Cucumber
    • 2 Tablespoons Fresh Lemon Juice
    • ½ teaspoons Dill
    • 1 pinch Kosher Salt
    • 1 pinch Ground Black Pepper
    • 1 pinch Sugar
    • 2 cloves Garlic, Crushed

    Peel the cucumber and cut in half lengthwise. Using a spoon, remove the seeds. Grate the remaining cucumber flesh.

    Place the grated cucumber in a tea towel or on two layers of paper towel. Gently squeeze out the cucumber juice and discard.

    Mix the drained grated cucumber with the yogurt. Add remaining ingredients and stir to combine.  Cover and refrigerate overnight.



    April 10, 2010

    Last night was the worst kind of emergency in my house.

    My hubby had a low blood sugar incident.  We haven’t had one like that in a while and it scared me more than it ever has. 

    My hubby is a Type 1 diabetic.  It usually isn’t that big of a deal.  It prevents me from baking as much as I like but generally that is about it.  He’s been diabetic since he was 10.  He generally keeps his sugar level at a pretty even keel.  He takes insulin shots 3 times a day and checks his blood sugar levels regularly.  He leads a pretty normal life.

    Occasionally his blood sugar will dip and I’ll tell him to check his blood.  I know that the blood sugar is dropping because he can’t concentrate while he’s talking or he’ll repeat himself or he’ll slur his words.  If you didn’t know it you would think he was drunk.  He can sometimes be argumentative too.

    That did not happen last night.  It was much worse.

    It’s worse because he is sleeping and I can’t tell that his sugar is dropping.

    The first time this happened where his sugar dropped so dangerously was after we were married for a few years.  We had just moved into the house we now are in and it was Thanksgiving.  We literally had moved in on  a Saturday and Thursday we had a house full of our family.  We had spent the week unpacking, cleaning and preparing a feast.  By the time our families started to arrive, his sugar was dropping.  Once it gets to a certain point it drops fast.  To point of a seizure.  He can’t control his arms, his legs, he can’t talk, he can’t blink.  If you’ve seen Steel Magnolias it isn’t even close.

    Like I said I didn’t know what to do.  I panicked.  I tried to give him some orange juice, but he couldn’t drink.  I thought his dad would be able to tell me what to do but he didn’t.  I had to call 9-1-1.  The wait for the paramedics was the longest of my life.  They came and gave him a shot.  We hurriedly had a subdued dinner. 

    Since then his sugar has dropped a few times.  Always at night.  Usually while he is sleeping. 

    Yesterday he had a busy day.  He cut the grass, after which he generally has a can of Coke.  He worked in the garage.  He worked in the laundry room prepping it for today so that we can paint it.  Busy day, but not so busy that I would worry.

    I woke up at 1 a.m. to him jerking his arm.  I knew we were in trouble.  Even though it’s been a few years since this has happened, my mind just takes over and knows what to do. 

    Are you low?

    I think so.

    I ran down stairs to get two cans of Coke and some jelly beans.  By the time I came back up stairs, and let me tell you when I say I was gone for less than a minute, he had already started convulsing.

    Some how though he is always able to chew during these seizures.  I’m not saying that what I do is right or wrong, I’m just saying this is what I do.  I usually give him fruit snacks two at a time until the seizure stops.  He chews them.  I don’t know how, he just does.  I didn’t have fruit snacks.  I haven’t had fruit snacks in a long time.  Meeshie has kinda grown out of them.  I had jelly beans.  I gave him those.  A few at a time until he would be able to drink a Coke.  During the episode, time kinda slows down for me. 

    As I gave him the jelly beans I started to notice that he couldn’t swallow them.  What was I supposed to do now?  I had to stick my fingers in his mouth and remove the beans.  I started to panic.  My mind started to race.  What do I have in the house that he could swallow?  The only thing that came to mind was marshmallows but they seemed worse than the jelly beans.

    Can you swallow?

    Can you swallow?

    I can see him trying to talk to me.  His eyes wide. 

    I ran down stairs again to grab the marshmallows.  I was thinking of ways to get them small enough that they may just dissolve in his mouth.  When I got back up to our room he was trying to sit up.  The sugar from the beans must have gotten into his system enough to help him drink that Coke.  He drank both Cokes and a little while later fell back asleep.  In the morning he felt like he was run over by a truck.

    I on the other hand couldn’t fall back asleep.  Maybe it was the trauma.  Probably.  I just thank God for helping me through last night.


    Cabaret Metro

    April 7, 2010

    If you’ve passed Nuts on Clark, you’ve gone too far

    That’s how someone told me how to get to the Cabaret Metro for the first time.  I’ve never forgot that advise.  I’ve even said it to others who have asked me where it is.  Not it’s down the street from Wrigley, just if you’ve passed Nuts on Clark you’ve gone too far.  I’m not even sure if there is a Nuts on Clark any more.  Back in the day you had to ask someone you knew directions to places.  Crazy, huh?

    Have you ever seen the movie Blink with Madeline Stowe?  She performs at the Metro in that funky Irish band she is in.   It’s dark and sticky.  It always seem humid inside no matter what the weather.

    I saw Sinead O’Connor at the Metro before she hit it big and upset millions by tearing up a picture of John Paul II on national television.  Her appalling behavior aside-she was awesome.  Sinead has the most wonderful voice with a range that cannot be believed.  She was touring to promote the Lion and the Cobra and was in the process of making I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got.  Nothing Compares 2 U, the little ditty by Prince was not out yet. 

    This is where I saw Michelle Shocked for the first time and almost fainted.  The Metro is not that large of a venue and SRO.  The place was so packed you could not clap between songs.  Suddenly I could not breathe.  The place was too hot. I needed to sit down for a bit to get my bearings.  Love that song Anchorage. The next time I saw Ms. Shocked was at the Chicago Symphony Hall.  What a drastic difference. 

    I saw the Pixies there when I worked at the radio station.  That is a fun band that knows how to entertain a crowd.  They were part of another group tour but I can’t for the life of me remember who it was.  It was the one and only time I was at the Metro and went to the balcony.  I never even knew there was one there.  What a view!

    It’s the first place I saw the Violent Femmes.  The Femmes are awesome in concert.  I’ve seen them more than once and  they have never disappointed.  That trio can rock with their crazy lyrics and those goofy Horns of Dilemma.


    How’s your Keaster this fine Easter?

    April 3, 2010

    I’ve been working petty hard the last few days getting ready for Easter.  I’m having brunch.  I love brunch it has everything good about lunch and breakfast. 






    Cake pops.

    Lamb cake.

    Look at these!


     Meeshie decorated these.

    Look at her go!


    Oh and these.  She did a good job.  I used the empires recipe.  I just used the frosting left over from the lamb cake.

    I even made these.  I saw this post and it reminded me of the raisin bread my mom used to make at Easter when I was a girl.  I made them on Good Friday and forgot that I had given up bread for lent.  I’m dreaming about these puppies and can’t wait until Sunday.

    I’m making a few more things like kugala and something called Indian Bread pudding.  I’ll be posting about those later.  I need to get back to coloring eggs, cleaning, and ham.

    I’m making a spiral ham that I cook in vodka that has pineapple fermenting in it.  I started the process back in October.  Just take some pineapple rings and put them in a jar (I actually have well glasses that come with lids that are perfect for many things, this being one of them) and fill the jar with vodka.  I use just canned pineapple rings that are drained.  Stick it in the back of the fridge and forget about it.  Then when you make your ham, put the pineapple on the ham and pour the vodka on top.  No need to make a glaze.  Cook the ham according to the directions and enjoy.  The alcohol will cook off and all you have is this yummy tasting ham. No glaze is needed. 

    Happy Easter!

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