Monday, May 30, 2011

Sweet sweet perfection...

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!

There are some things in life that need to be perfect...

...the perfectly crisp white tailored shirt always at the ready for those times you find yourself seated across a desk from the school principal unabashedly defending your child's reason for socking that really annoying kid in the eye.

...the perfect shade of lipstick that lights up your smile and brightens a bad day.

...the perfect phrase that manages to define your life view and applies to absolutely everything - mine is...
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
  

...the perfect guacamole recipe.  I have spent the last 20 or so years trying to get it just right.  In college the guac was Joey's job.  He has been my friend's (hi Kim!) boyfriend, fiance and continues to be her totally cool husband.  He also happens to be the person who introduced me to Chris Isaak's music and so I am eternally indebted to him for that too.  But since we have all grown up and moved farther apart than we were then...I no longer get to simply sit down to the huge bowl of the green perfection he used to create on many a Friday night.  I have to make my own.  Huge sigh here.

And on this gorgeous 85 degree Memorial Day I think I've hit the mother lode.

Make your guac this way and you will not be sorry...pick 3 perfectly ripe avocados - firm yet yielding to the gentlest of pressure.  Grab a ripe Roma tomato and 3 green onions, your Lawry's Garlic Salt  (it's okay, you don't have to admit out loud that it's in the back of the pantry and you use it  all the time), a lime, and some Tapatio.

Quarter the tomato and slice the white part of the green onions and throw them into your food processor and whir 'em around until they are chopped up real tiny.  (If you didn't happen to inherit your mother in law's food processor like I did you could absolutely chop it all up real little by hand.)  In a bowl mash up your avocados (you know you should cut them in half and scoop all the flesh out without me saying it right?), but stop mashing before it's as smooth as you like your guac.   It'll get a little smoother as you mix in everything else.  I like to use to potato masher but a fork works too!  I add a light layer of garlic salt across the top and generously sprinkle in the Tapatio.  Add the onion and tomato mixture and mix everything in.  Then, and this is muy importante, taste with the chips you'll be eating it with because that adds to the saltiness!!!  Took me a few trips around the block to remember this little golden nugget of guac wisdom, so I thought I'd mention it.  Adjust your seasoning to however you like your guac.  I like mine not too spicy because I usually eat it with spicier Mexican dishes and use it to temper the heat of those.  Also I live with a bunch of gringo dudes who can't handle the heat.  Oh be sure to squeeze in about a quarter of the lime's juice and mix that in.  Helps keep it from turning the color of the dryer we had when I was a kid and I like the hint of tartness it lends.

Some people might be wondering what the heck?!  Where is the cilantro?!  Well, I have a long and serious love affair with cilantro.  Turns out I just don't like it in the guac.  But if you do, well throw some cilantro in your food processor with the tomato wedges and green onion slices.

Well, that's about it.  I hope it works out for you like it did me!  Remember to thank those who have died for our country...it's what this holiday is all about.

xoxoxo
~Sherri,
The Guac Master  

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Betty Rice Center for dunked phones

Hello Blog, it's been awhile.

You see Spring...sprung.  And I have been declared by friends of mine...twitterpated...nerves all tore up.
In short, I've been having myself a good ol' time with things not having anything to do with this desktop box.
I have...prepped and sent my girl to Prom (absolutely gorgeous), worked out really hard and am well on my way to being back in the ring at fighting weight, dealt with my son's broken hand which, incidentally, did not end up requiring surgery, celebrated and hosted Mother's Day, received a white iPhone as a gift from my beloved husband, become a regular voyeur on twitter and you tube, discovered tumblr, and have been regularly texting my favorite sista about all things having to do with Spring.  In short, I have become like totally reacquainted with my inner 17 year old.

And now my iPhone is down.  And I am jonesin'.  B.A.D.  Where is my music?  How do I fulfill my twitter/tumblr/fb/youtube addiction?  How can I text Lisa?  How much money is in my checking account?  Date? Time?  I don't know because I quit wearing a watch!  What are all the passwords? And where the heck am I supposed to be at noon on Friday?!  I used to not be able to function without my post-it notes.  Now I can't function without my phone.  It is a sad state of affairs.

A year and a half ago I picked up a little pink BlackBerry Curve.  I mounted the slippery slope in complete ignorance.  But I did figure if I was going to shell out for the required data package I needed to be all in.  Go big or go home, as my friend Margaret likes to remind me.  The calendar, the checkbook register, checking email, texting my kids instead of calling, doing a google search here and there...checking into fb, Pandora radio, sending pictures and messages back and forth to my husband (get your mind outta the gutter, not those kind of photos)...texting my friends, updating my contacts but never my paper phone book, using it for library lists, shopping lists...I couldn't NOT check to see why my BlackBerry's little red light was blinking.  They don't call 'em CrackBerries for nothing.

Then I was completely mesmerized by the white iPhone.  In love.  The screen, the colors, the clarity, the speed.  Oh my.  I am a goner.

On Monday at 6:48am, my evil, little, white, fluffy dog managed to dump my week old iPhone into my coffee cup.  Which was half full.  Or empty.  Depending on your outlook.  I'm a half full kinda gal myself.  And so it has gone to the Betty Rice Center for dunked phones.  It has become HAL and is randomly calling people.  I apologize if I have called you at all the wrong times in the last 2 days.  Blame HAL.  I have no control.  I have no music.  I have no calendar.  I have very little contact with the electronic outside world.  And it is making me stir crazy.

The luxurious accommodations at the Betty Rice Center.


THIS is exactly why I think I am resistant to new technology.  I know I will be sucked in for all I'm worth and then poof it will break.  I didn't want to switch to DVD's from VHS.  Wasn't interested in a home theater sound system.  Only embraced the internet and email because homeschooling forced me to.  Don't possess a laptop.  I didn't want a cell phone at all.  When I got one I didn't even know how to answer it.  Then I didn't care if it could take pictures.  And I certainly didn't want one that had a QWERTY keyboard for texting.  Gave away the Palm Pilot my husband gave me a few years back.  Didn't want my life in a little electrical box.  Most certainly didn't want any sort of smartphone.  Not that long ago I didn't even know exactly what that word, smartphone, referred to.  I was blissfully happy people.  Peaceful in my ignorance.

And now I just want my iPhone back!!!!

With twitching thumbs,
~Sherri