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This is for after Thanksgiving when you’re sick of leftover turkey

mahogany beef stew

I know that conventional wisdom would dictate that if I’m going to post a recipe on the Monday before Thanksgiving, that the recipe would be Thanksgiving-ish.  Well I’m going to buck conventional wisdom and pour some hoisin sauce down her gullet.

So this is a recipe for great beef stew.  To be perfectly honest, I don’t really like beef stew.   Actually I didn’t really like beef stew until I met Mahogany Beef Stew and we began a torrid love affair.  He’s so meaty and hearty, there’s plenty of him to share.

This would be a perfect thing to fix, say, today or tomorrow, then reheat and serve on Saturday when you’re really sick of turkey or have already run out.

Let’s put on our aprons.

(Recipe adapted from Bon Appétit) (Fancy!  I know!)

4 tablespoons olive oil
3 1/2 pounds boneless beef chuck roast, trimmed, cut into 2 1/2-inch pieces (or pre-cut stew meat)
1 medium-large onion, chopped
2 cups red wine (pinot noir, cabernet, zinfandel…whatever you like)
1 can reduced-sodium beef broth
1 14.5-ounce can diced tomatoes with Italian herbs, undrained
1/2 cup hoisin sauce (can be found in the Asian aisle)
2 bay leaves
1 pound carrots, peeled, cut diagonally into 1-inch lengths
1 package of baby portabella or white button mushrooms, cleaned and sliced
1 1/2 cups of peas (frozen or canned)
1 tablespoon cornstarch mixed with 1 tablespoon water
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley

Heat 2 tablespoons oil in heavy large pot over high heat. Sprinkle meat with salt and pepper. Add meat to pot; sauté until brown on all sides, about 10 minutes. Remove meat from the pot and place on a plate to add back later. Allow the pot to cool or the onions will burn.  Once cooled, set the heat to medium-low; add 2 tablespoons oil to pot. Add onions; sauté until golden brown, about 10 minutes. Add carrots and mushrooms.  Cook for 7-8 minutes.  Mix meat into vegetables. Add 1 cup wine, beef broth, peas, tomatoes with juices, hoisin sauce, and bay leaves. Bring to boil.

Reduce heat to low, cover pot and simmer 45 minutes, stirring occasionally.  Add the remaining cup of wine. Cover; simmer 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Uncover, increase heat to high; boil until sauce is slightly thickened, stirring occasionally, about 15 minutes longer. Reduce heat to medium, add cornstarch mixture and simmer until sauce thickens, stirring occasionally, about 8 minutes. Discard bay leaves. Season stew with salt and pepper.  Serve sprinkled with parsley.

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Everyone really means everyone

I have this really strongly worded post in my drafts folder regarding my current feelings on blogging and all of my insecurities that seem like they are highlighted by blogging.  It continues to darken my drafts folder rather than my front page for several reasons, one of which being MY INSECURITIES.

I’m guessing that if you’re going to BlogHer in Chicago this summer, especially if it’s your first time, you’re probably nervous.

1.  What if nobody knows who I am?
2.  What if nobody talks to me?
3.  What am I going to wear?
4. What if I don’t get invited to any of the parties?

This will be my second time attending BlogHer and #1-3 all apply to ME, but I know, logically, that mostly my fears are just my little demon insecurities creeping in and attempting to sabotage me.   Fear number 4, though, you’re covered because you’re already invited to a party, a party that I’m helping to host.

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The People’s Party 2009
open-invite pre-BlogHer party
Thursday, July 23, 2009
8:30-11pm
Sheraton Chicago X (“Ten”)

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Hosted by:

The Bloggess
Green Mom Review/ IzzyMom
Motherbumper
Mrs. Fussypants
Playgroups Are No Place For Children
Velveteen Mind

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The People’s Party is aptly named because it is for EVERYONE.  I hope that when you read “everyone” you realize that “everyone” includes YOU.  And you.  And YoU.  And yOU.  It’s the perfect place to meet people, so that you’re not just sitting in your room, alone, watching p()rn in your PJ’s, scratching your butt, and eating an overpriced hamburger you ordered from room service.

What I need for you to do now, is go over to Megan’s place, and RSVP that you ARE coming to the Party, when you get back, we can chat about insecurities #1-3 (listed above.)  Hurry back!

Did you RSVP??

Okay!  {clap, clap}  Let’s talk about our feeeeeeelings.

1.  What if nobody knows who I am?

I’m SWEAR I’m not trying to scare you, but many of the people you’ll meet will have never heard of you, or your blog, or your Twitter name.  That’s okay, though.  I’d never heard of Amy in Ohio or Mommy Bits and they hadn’t heard of me until last BlogHer and now this year, I’m driving from Tennessee to Cincinnati and driving with them the rest of the way to Chicago.    It’s like, we all became friends or something.  Weird.  I know.

If someone hasn’t heard of you, it doesn’t mean you’re not worth knowing. Introduce yourself to people and don’t be offended when they have no idea who you are.

2.  What if nobody talks to me?

Okay, I swear AGAIN that I’m not trying to scare you, but you *might* have to talk to people first.  I know it’s scary and all your insecurities start bubbling up in your throat and choking you at the mere thought of walking up to someone, sticking out your hand, and saying, “Hi.  I’m Jennifer from Playgroups are no Place for Children.”  The thing is, though, if you’re standing alone in the corner, it’s not very likely that someone is going to just come up and talk to you out of the goodness of their heart.  That’s just not how it works.

Every year after BlogHer, there is a backlash against the “cliques.”  With THAT many women (especially women), who rarely get to see one another, there are bound to be groups that form.   Many of the so-called cliques are groups of women who’ve known each other for years, send one another Christmas and birthday cards, call one another on the phone.  In other words, they have a HISTORY together.  It’s natural for people to hang out with the people they already know, and usually they aren’t purposely leaving anyone out.

I promise you, though, that if you go up to people, introduce yourself, ask them questions about their blog and where they’re from, most people will AMAZINGLY talk to you.  If you’re with a group who decides to go to dinner, say, “hey, mind if I come, too?”  If they are not complete a-holes, they’ll say, “Of course you can!”

Something that I did last year with a group of people was to form a sort of support group and exchange cell numbers before leaving for the conference.  That way I ALWAYS had someone to call if I was suddenly feeling like I had nobody to eat lunch with or to go to the free swag suites.

Remember that if you don’t make an effort, you will SO regret it when you get home.  Take the chance, it will be worth it.

3.  What am I going to wear?

Go read this post by OHMommy.

During the conference, I’ll probably be wearing simple tanks, t-shirts, jeans, and possibly a casual, flowy skirt.  In the evenings, I’ll probably go fancier with a dress and some cute wedges.  Last year, I felt TOTALLY underdressed at all the cocktail parties.  I won’t be making the same mistake this year.

Anymore fears that I didn’t cover?  Any questions??  I hope that you have RSVP’d by now for the People’s Party!!   See you in Chicago.

KEEP BELIEVING

This one’s for you, Angie, on your wedding anniversary.

Today, I’ll be thinking about you and your inspirational, devoted, beautiful marriage to Brian.

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Weekly Winners: Virgin Edition

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This is my first time participating in Lotus’ Weekly Winners! Please be gentle.

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Vans.

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My baby girl.

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Ella thinks the elbow pads are gloves.

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The most adorable croquet set ever.  Thanks Target!

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Probably staring at some smoker at the park.

I don’t mind being called a tease, at least when it’s warranted

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I’d love to tell you all EVERYTHING right now instead of being a teasy, teaserton, but I can’t…

Sometimes you need a little help teasing from a friend, like Katie at Motherbumper.

This big announcement we’ll all be revealing, well, maybe it’s to tell you all some insider info on an upcoming wedding? Brad and the Octomom Angelina?! Jason the most-hated Bachelor in history and Molly?! No? Seems unlikely, but maybe this chick Megan from Velveteen Mind could tell you more.

I suppose it’s possible we could be announcing that Prince (or is it the artist formerly known as Prince still?  I forget) is going to be giving free massages at BlogHer.  That would be weird cool, right?  Alli, aka Mrs. Fussypants, might know the answer.

Maybe we’re going to announce that Disco BALLS are all the rage in home decor for 2009.  Ha!  I said BALLS.   Maybe The Caffeitnatrix herself knows if disco BALLS will become a fixture in all of our homes.

Maybe I have no idea what’s going on.  Surely Jenny the Wolverine yelling Bloggess could explain this better.

Thoroughly confused yet?

Yeah, me, too.

Just GO HERE next and follow the links to find out what we are trying to tell you….

Ignore the cackling of my 2008 book list

I’ve always liked to read.  When I was a kid, I adored Beverly Cleary books with Ramona and Beezus (how did you pronounce her name?  I pronounced it Bee-zus, but I’ve heard it pronounced Bee-Zeus.  Weird.)  I also loved the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and can remember my mom reading them aloud to me.

In 5th grade I discovered the scandalous books by Judy Blume.  Sure I’d read her Superfudge books, though  I guess you could consider Superfudge slightly scandalous.  Do you remember when Peter peed in the plant?  I remember when my 3rd grade teacher read that part of the book, she had a hard time getting all of us to stop laughing.     Her truly scandalous books discussed divorce, racism, sex, and masturbation, but I didn’t really care about any of that stuff!  In 5th grade I was far more interested in the topic of PERIODS.  Are You There, God?  It’s Me, Margaret became my bible.  Oh how I wanted to get my period after this and how I wanted to talk about getting periods with all my friends.  (Why?!?)  I read that book over and over, dissecting every page and feeling like the book had been written especially for me. I still love Judy Blume and wish she’d write another adult book, like Summer Sisters, which is one of my all time favorite books.

I go into bookstores now and it’s really overwhelming.  I’ve read everything by my favorite authors (Judy Blume, Wally Lamb, Rosamunde Pilcher, Maeve Binchy…) and don’t know who or what to read next.

It’s time to develop my 2009 booklist and I need your recommendations.  My 2008 booklist is sitting over in my sidebar with it’s arms crossed, a scowl on it’s face, and it’s lips pursed.  I KNOW I DIDN’T READ EVERYHING ON THE LIST!  And I’m FINE!  FINE! with that.

I’ll just move those books I didn’t read to this year’s booklist.  So HA!, 2008 booklist.

So!  {clap, clap}  What should I read this year?

Here’s what I have so far…

1.   Hunger Games (already finished it and I can’t wait for the next installment!!!!)
2.  I’m currently reading The Poisonwood Bible (I’ve read it before, but I can’t remember what happened.  Thanks a LOT, Placenta Brain.)
3.  I plan on participating in Anglophile Football Fanatic’s PMS Bookclub and the first book is Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.
4.  Certain Girls by Jennifer Weiner  (Dana didn’t exactly give this one a good review, but I’ll read it anyway)
5.  The Five People You Meet in Heaven (Heidi recommended this one.)
(Edited to add because I forgot about this one)  6.  Living in Little Rock with Miss Little Rock (a Mr. Lady certified recommendation)

What else should I read?

(I want to be sure to give a big “HOLLA!” to all of you who participated in Delurking day yesterday, it was so, so great to meet those of you I had no idea about! )

Edited to add:  No need to recommend the Twilight seriesI’d rather not read the remaining 3 books.

Never go bra shopping when you’re famished

Both of my children were sick this weekend, either with walking pneumonia or bronchitis, the doctor wasn’t certain. Either way, both children were whiny and pitiful, I decided to go shopping anyway on Saturday and allow Tate some quality time with his children.

Because I’m not as bad as a mother as that, I didn’t leave for my shopping venture/escape until after I had prepared the childrens’ lunches.  Though I was hungry myself, the thought of someone ELSE making my lunch won out over my growling stomach.   It was raining AGAIN, (OF COURSE it was), on Saturday, so I decided the mall was the best place to shop, eat, and get a bra fitting all under one dry roof.

That’s right.  A bra fitting.

I’d never actually had a bra fitting.  Before kids, I could go to TJ Maxx, find the cheapest 34 C on the rack, and not worry about it not fitting.  My girls still had spring in their step back then, if you know what I mean, and there was never any gathering at the top of my bra or boob spillage out of the bottom creating a double boob effect.  Then I had two babies whom I breastfed, and BOY OH BOY did I have BOOBIES for a short, but glorious time.  I never was offered a spread in Playboy, which is disappointing, because those boobs?  Were damn NICE.

So anyway back to my current boobs, they were in need of a properly fitted bra.  I parked at Dillard’s, which in hindsight was foolish due to my nagging hunger.  How long could a bra fitting really take?  I mean, I only have two boobs to measure.

Apparently it takes awhile.  First there’s the measuring, then there’s the trying on.  I’ve now learned that just because you measure as a 30 C (who knew!), that doesn’t mean that’s the actual size of bra you’ll need.  Molded cups, soft cups, push-up cups, different brands, there was a LOT to consider when properly locking and loading the girls.  After what seemed like hours, I finally chose two bras that seemed to fit and brought my girls back to their pre-baby stage.  I paid (too much) for my bras and headed to the food court, the finest place to dine alone.

And promptly gorged myself on chicken teriyaki, vegetables, and rice.

Tate was practically foaming at the mouth and had a wild look of hunger in his eyes by the time I got home.  On the phone on my drive home from the mall, I’d called and told him about my brand new, perky boobies.  I promised a private viewing when I arrived home.  It was the least I could do to make up for his long day with two sick children.

I tried on the first one, but something was WRONG!  I could barely get it fastened.  When I did finally get it fastened, after having broken a sweat and a few nails, I looked in the mirror and saw my previously perky boobies peeking out of the top of my bra.  “Helloooo!” my boobies waved.  And the back fat, back fat (loaded up with things and knickknacks, too)!  You are not supposed to see excess boobage and back fat!  The bra was TOO SMALL.  A 30 C, I was not.

How could these bras have fit five hours before??   Damn chicken teriyaki.

Here’s my question.  I can’t wear them, unless I plan on only wearing them on days I won’t be eating, which is pretty rare.  I haven’t removed the tags, but I feel like a dunce, having tried them on, even having HELP when I tried them on.  I hate having to return things, especially something like a bra, which I don’t even know CAN be returned?  What do you think, can I return the bras?

(PSST…today is Delurking day (brainchild of Rude Cactus and Greeblemonkey)  Feel free to leave a comment and say hello, even if it’s not about my bra issues.  I totally understand if you don’t want to participate in a discussion about my boobs.)

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