Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Guilty! I've Been Organizing Again!


Sometimes I get these spurts of energy and my Type-A personality forces me to use that energy to organize.  Usually it’s not enough to simply organize within things I already have.  No sir; it usually involves having to build something.  If I were to put this into corporate terms: it’s not enough to just re-organize, I need to restructure. 

This bad habit is supported by two very important things:  first, while James completes his Exec MBA I have a lot of alone time to walk around the house and think “I need to change that!”  Second, we have a slew of very good, affordable carpenters in our Rolodex who aren’t afraid of my hair brain ideas or very small jobs.    (Or the big jobs, if you remember the basement remodel…)

So we had this small, wasteful corner in our kitchen that seemed ripe for a change.   Because of the odd size, I knew it was a custom job and called trusty Roberto who is great with wood.  A couple of hours later, I had lovely new shelves and grand plans to organize and display all my spices.  My spice collection is something I’m very proud of, but is, honestly, out of control.  They were taking up some prime kitchen real estate, stuffed in the one very wide drawer by the stove. 

That great idea had come to me in March, and Roberto built the shelves in April.  Then nothing was done with this idea until July.  Well, I can’t say NOTHING – we did manage to collect a whole lot of junk in a short time period.



This weekend I decided to take action, encouraged by a 15% off Total Purchase (including sale/clearance items) Coupon at World Market.   (This leads me to two rhetorical questions:  1) Why in the world are decorate baskets so flippin' expensive?!  2) Why does a 15% coupon empower me to buy 150% more than I normally would?) 

I came home from my shopping trip with some great finds and a whole lot of ideas.  A little touch-up paint on the shelves, a good cleaning, and we were ready to go.  I took out all the spices, combined where I could (like my three separate jars of ground ginger), and threw out those that were obviously old (such as the Hill Country Fair onion powder from HEB….and I haven’t lived in a city with an HEB since 2005.)


If you’re thinking, “that’s a whole lot of spices”, you would be correct.  And, that’s only SOME of our spices.  We also have another drawer (which is an old-fashioned bread box, in case you were wondering from the pic) that is stuffed full of our “large” spice jars.  We load up on Tex-Joy and Fiesta spices when we're in Texas, and since we worry about running out sometime in the next 20 years we buy the big ones. 



Okay, enough bragging about my spices, let me show you the finished product!   A few things to note as you look over the pictures: 
  • James does not approve of the fern that I potted and placed on top of the shelves, but he has agreed to "see if it grows" on him.  My strategy is to hope he forgets that it's up there so I can keep it.  ;)  
  • Enda's treats and basket of meds / supplements / beauty products was on the bottom shelf, until we realized our own stupidity.  She had that shelf cleared and scattered throughout the kitchen in a matter of minutes.  We decided my 20lb dutch oven is a better item for the bottom shelf!
  • And, no, I do not personally have a financial stake in Penzey's spices, but I do a pretty decent job of supporting their bottom line year over year. If you have not discovered Penzey's, check them out via catalogue or (if you're lucky and they're in your city) store!




























(I threw in that last picture of Enda - demonstrating how she can "place" and "stay"- for good measure. She's doing so well in her training!) 

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Quick Trip to TN

I posted something yesterday on Facebook about a quick trip to Chattanooga, and someone (Texan) asked "did y'all just up and decide to go to Tennesseee today?" Well, yes...sort of.  But let me explain to my Texas kinfolk and friends:  you can do that in States outside of the Lonestar one.  We can drive to Alabama in 2 hours, Tennessee in 2 hours, Florida in about 4.5 hours, North Carolina in about 3 hours....I know this blows your mind, seeing as it's a good 10+ hours to get to the Texas State Line from no matter where you're departing.  :)

Okay, I tease a bit...and I digress...

But, yes; yesterday James and I headed to Chattanooga for a little impromptu trip to Tennessee.  Unfortunately, we had a very specific purpose or I would have begged to stay a little while and explore, shop and eat in downtown Chattanooga.  What a cute place!!  It's definitely going on the list of potential landing spots next time we're looking for a fun SE road trip.   

This trip we only had time for a QUICK snack, and we decided, 'when in Rome'....and got a mini-burger at Krystal's.   If you can believe, this was my first Krystal's burger ever.  Four mini-burgers for $2.79, can you beat that!?  (Krystal's world HQ is in Chattanooga, in case you were wondering about the Rome reference.)  


So, like I said, we had a very specific purpose:  to rendezvous with a moving truck carrying my grandparent's antique dining room furniture.  (I told you - very specific!)  When we emptied my Grandmom's house a few years ago and divided up all her lovely furniture that they bought in the 1930s, my sister took her dining room set and has been using it in their home.  Around this same time James and I bought our current little 1920's bungalow, and I've been lamenting (yes, lamenting, very dramatic) about how our "modern" funiture from the old condo just didn't fit.  One day, Mother realized that I wanted more traditional dining room furniture AND that my sister no longer wanted Grandmom's set...problem solved!  Except that the furniture was in Texas and we were in Atlanta.

Little Guys to the rescue!  My brother-in-law (former owner of said furniture) just happens to own Little Guys Movers, a WONDERFUL business that I highly recommend if you're looking to move and live near one of the locations that they serve (Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, Kentucky, or Tennessee.)  He was kind enough to pack up the set on one of their trucks going from TX to TN, and their great crew took care of little sister by getting the furniture to her.  



I swear it still smells like my Grandmom's house.  And, definitely shows about 80 years of wear/tear.  It is going immediately to my restoration guy tomorrow, but you better believe that there will be a dining room "before" and "after" post in the very near future.  


Gnocchi = "Ugly Dumpling"

True fact: I did not have cable television until James and I got married.  Growing up in the country way back in the 80s/90s, cable lines did not run out to our house and my parents refused to put one of those large satellite dishes in their yard.  (This was before the days of Dish and DirectTV).  When I went away to college we also did not have cable...and I'm not sure why, but I think it might be because my roommate, Christy, was also a country gal who was okay with 5 channels? (Am I remembering that right, CP?)  When I moved to DC, my outrageous rent took a lot of my paycheck, so cable was not a necessity.  I was content with my rabbit ears until I moved down to Atlanta, married James, and realized that boys really prefer to watch College Football without all that fuzz (WHO KNEW!?)  Somehow over the years, Comcast has talked us into all these bundles and we now have, like, a thousand channels.  It's nuts.

Bet you're wondering at this point what this has to do with gnocchi?  I promise - I'm getting there!

Back in my pre-cable TV days, I watched a lot of PBS.  (Truth be told, I still watch a lot of public television because I can justify my TV time with "learning something".)  One of my favorite PBS shows is America's Test Kitchen, where a crack team of chefs with very dry senses of humor teach you not just the how, but the why of a perfectly prepared dish.  They also rate chef's tools and gadgets, which usually prompts me to feel that I really need something new for our kitchen.

So this weekend I was lounging around with Enda and watching ATK, when they showed how to make gnocchi.  After a few really corny jokes about what gnocchi means in Italian (it means "stupid"), they launched into this long segment about how to cook the potato just so, and then use a ricer (very important) to prepare the potato, and then work the dough just like this, and then cook it not more than 90 seconds and then, voila, PERFECT POTATO DUMPLINGS.   At the end of the show I had convinced myself that we would be having the perfect gnocchi, made from scratch in my kitchen, on Sunday night.

From "America's Test Kitchen"


Of course one of the only gadgets I do not have is a ricer, so Sunday morning I very sweetly asked James to "just run me by" Bed, Bath and Beyond after church.  After asking why I really needed a ricer (because ATK says I do!) and why it really had to be from BB&B (because I have a 20% off coupon!), he obliged and we're now the proud owners of this OXO Ricer.



I won't bore you with all the gruesome details, but let me just tell you that it was pretty easy up until you have to actually form the little devils dumplings.  ATK had this whole process to shape them by gently pressing/rolling down an upside down fork...even after 40 or so attempts I could not get the process down, sadly.  I'm convinced that gnocchi actually means ugly dumplings.

(Notice the ATK demo in the background - looks easy, RIGHT?!)




Somehow when those little ugly dumplings went into the boiling water (for about 4 minutes - not sure how ATK managed to do it in under 2!), they emerged quite fluffy and tasty.  Still ugly, but a little homemade tomato sauce managed to hide their shape and let their texture - which I was quite proud of - shine through.



I had a little luck on my side with my dinner date that evening, as James had never eaten gnocchi.  He proclaimed them the best he's ever had.  SUCCESS!  :)

(If you would like to try out the recipe - and I encourage you to! - click here to go to the America's Test Kitchen link).


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Friday with the Furbaby

I know what you're thinking?  "MORE PICTURES OF THAT DOG!?"  Yes, more pictures of Enda.  Just pretend like you don't think we're those crazy dog parents and enjoy them.  How can you not, she's so stinkin' cute!

If you have a dog and live in Atlanta, you should definitely check out the new Piedmont Dog Park.  It's one of Enda's favorites, and Mama likes it, too, because it's 100% closed in with a fence.  (Our little gal is improving, but still not fully trustworthy without some physical barriers).


On Friday, James and I headed over to the park after work to let Enda do her little crazy runs and get out some energy before the weekend.  The park was pretty quiet, except for a long haired daschund who thought he was about three times larger than he really was.  Those two had a good time.





At one point, Enda decided that she preferred those on two legs over her four-legged friends, and walked around to each and every human to sit and wait for a head pat.  As soon as they'd said "oh, look how polite" she took that as her cue to jump up and lay a kiss on them... Ah, training - money well spent.  :)  After a while she decided that she got more attention by laying at people's feet, and get a good head rub.





I played around with my camera while we walked around the park.  I love this shot I got of James and Enda - with the green grass and the Atlanta skyline.  It's really a shame that James is off this market, because how perfect would this be for an online dating profile?!  Cute guy, cute dog, lovely city.  Don't get any ideas, babe...



On the way back we looked for a "dog friendly" patio to grab a quick beer (it was Friday happy hour time, for crying out loud), but I was sad to realize that none of the places around Piedmont allowed dogs!  Surprising!  With all the Midtown lefties and yuppies, I would have thought someone would have demanded pet-friendly places!

So we headed back to our 'hood where dogs can go with us most anywhere. Beers on the patio turned into pizza with friends, who were sweet enough to let Enda come hang out in their sophisticated high-rise.  (She is not fully potty trained and seems to have a knack for finding / destroying anything nice - you can see my hesitation to allow her free reign over other people's homes.)  Fortunately she was so tired at that point that all she wanted was a lap to nap in.  As you can see, James was happy to oblige.  My two cuties - love them!





Friday, July 20, 2012

BVI Trip 2012

2012 Caribbean Trip...ah, where do I begin.   First, it's a wonder this post is even happening, considering the fact that we only booked the trip a month ago.   Because of the difficult May we decided in June that July was a good time for a spur-of-the moment vacation.  This is TOTALLY un-Kerr like, but I guess the Sasser part of me went with it.

After narrowing down our choices to somewhere with a Marriott that Delta flies to, and a location that provided maximum relaxation, we settled on a return trip to the Virgin Islands since (obviously from last post) we love those blue waters so much.  


Feeling a little more adventurous than normal after a few trips to the USVIs, we found a private island called Scrub Island (off of Tortola - the British VIs) that has a new resort affiliated with the Marriott.  (I'm not sure how it's affiliated, but enough for us to use points, which is all I was concerned with.)  

The only challenge about the resort was getting there.  This private Island did boast a helicoptor pad for all those arriving via private jet onto neighboring Beef Island, but since we left out of ATL instead of PDK and our heli's in the shop (joking), we decided to schlep it across all the islands via taxi, ferry, and the occasional back of a truck.

How we roll...



So we spent one night in St. Thomas upon arrival where we awaited our ferry to the BVIs the next day.   Our first trip in 2007 with friends we ate at this very cute restaurant with BEAUTIFUL views, so we decided to stay at their hotel for one night.  Bedrooms left a little to be desired, but who can argue with what was out the window!

                       
























Heading over to the BVIs was....interesting.  Passenger ferries range from really scary to sort-of scary vessels, but fortunately the one over was only sort-of scary. (The one coming back...whew, I still have nightmares.)  Being the Southerners that we are, we quickly made friends with some other passengers who were New Orleans and spent the entire trip over chatting away.  Coincidentally, they are from Houston, she went to Texas A&M, he went to Georgia Tech and now her parents live in Tampa.  SMALL WORLD.  But I digress....


And you thought Delta man-handled your luggage!

Arriving on Tortola we took a taxi over to Beef Island where we had to wait for another small ferry on Trellis Bay to take us to Scrub Island.  We passed the time by finally eating lunch, discovering a very yummy Island beer and Chicken Roti (my first of many this trip).  Being on the British side meant an uptick in curried foods, so this gal was happy.  

Scrub Island (seen in the distance)




Welcome, Sassers!
Scrub Island Ferry

1 plane, 4 taxis, and 2 boats later, we finally arrived on our little bit of paradise for the week: Scrub!  The resort was gorgeous  - very small and intimate; beautiful rooms; lovely boat dock; untouched beaches and landscape; heavenly views.  I could go on and on.  But I won't. I'll just show you.

View from the Restaurant

View from the top of the Island (quite a little hike!)

Private beach on the Island - so tranquil
Private Beach
View from our Balcony

























Little slice of Heaven
Hiking around Scrub
Watching the sunset from our Balcony
Night Shot





This trip was not without adventure.  Because Scrub is so isolated, finding different places to eat always required a boat.  Some days it was the ferry or speedboat, but one afternoon we got SUPER adventurous and decided we could kayak across the vast blue Caribbean to Marina Cay Island, home of Pusser's famous restaurant and beach bar.   







We did head back there for dinner one night, too, but they picked us up in a little dingy (no more kayaking for us!)



Yes, he's on his Blackberry....rum punch in hand. 
Picking out my dessert from the "menu" 



We found another interesting place to try called Last Resort.  Also on a remote island (are you sensing a theme in the BVIs?), but they were kind enough to come pick you up in their little speedboat at the dock in Trellis Bay.




Other days/nights we would make it as far as Trellis Bay (where the Ferry from Scrub dropped us off), where we hung out with the local yocals, stray cats and feasted on West Indies fare.  You'd be surprised how delicious the food could be coming out of some of these colorful shacks.





The Parking Lot



We explored Road Town one day, which is the capital of the British Virgin Islands.  Quite a laid-back little city, with lots of shops and boutiques to explore.  The electricity went out for a few hours during our trip, which meant only a quick in-and-out of most shops because 1) it was so flippin' hot and humid, and 2) we were limited to cash and we had to save money for Caribs.  :)





On a side note, there is a Deloitte office in Road Town.  Perhaps a little secondment, James??  I'm in!


The biggest adventure of all was probably a snorkel trip through the BVI waters with a small group from the resort.  We don't have an underwater camera so I didn't capture the time spent under water.   But above water we had quite a fun time.  

Looking fabulous, JB (sarcasm)
After snorkeling through some lovely spots we headed to lunch at Willy T's, a famous beach restaurant located out in the middle of a cove. That's right, in a cove. As in, someone took an old boat, put in a grill, tables, and bar, electricity for the frozen drink machine, and it's one of the most happen' place in the Islands.  Genius.  James is still drawing up business plans in his head for how to one day own/run such a cool spot.  (NOT HAPPENING, babe.)



From Willy T's we petitioned against any other snorkel dips and headed straight to Soggy Dollar Bar on Jost Van Dyke.  Only accessible by water, Soggy Dollar requires you to swim up to the beach to partake in their world famous Painkillers.  Which we did.  Have mercy, we did...

View from our "parking spot" - just a short swim in!


Our fabulous group

Did I say we had a little too much fun at Soggy Dollar?  Well we did.  Which resulted in this once we got back to the resort:





As you can see, we had a WONDERFUL trip that provided us a little R&R away from everyday life.  Spontaneity worked in our favor on this one.  :)  Can't wait to go back!