March 30, 2008

Exposed (and recipes)

Finn says he’s scarred for life, but I think he should be thrilled his parents crave each other. Of course, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

I ordered a fancy new lens for my camera, and Thursday I was met with the disappointing sight of a slip stating that FedEx had come by and didn’t leave my package because a signature was required. The note was tragically unclear whether simply signing the slip and going about my business would be permissible. Consequently, I lurked by the door all day Friday, as much as I was able, and left pleading notes on the front door when I had to venture out (”Dashed to get kids from school– Dying for package– back in eight minutes– PLEASE accept signed form!! Luv ya!!”).

After school I trashed Finn’s plans. He was supposed to be chilling with the guys at a friend’s house, but I forced him to stay at home for an hour to sign the FedEx form while I drove his brothers to their respective social engagements. I also had to stop by Publix, which is taking a larger percentage of our pay each week, due to the boys’ increased appetites and the very noticeable increase in the cost of food. (Four bucks for an eight ounce bag of dried cheese tortellini? Dear Lord!)

Meanwhile, Bill and I were in constant communication by phone. It was Friday afternoon, the weather was glorious, and I needed him to pick up Drew and Porter from their outings and hurry home so we could celebrate spring with gin and tonics on the deck.

Hurry home he did. In fact, he came home before he picked up the duo, so he could go for a quick run. As he walked in the door I was cutting lime garnishes.

“Yippee! You’re here!” I squealed when I heard him open the door.

“You seem happy to see me,” he said. “You sound like a lady who wants to make sweet love to her husband.”

While that was true, we were both distracted by the groan that immediately came from the den. Finn was putting on his shoes to go out, and heard every word of our saucy exchange. Bill’s face grew red and we peered in the den, where Finn was looking at us with an even redder face.

“I am emotionally scarred for life,” he said. “I can’t believe you would talk like that with me in here.”

Bill just stood there shaking his head. “I thought he was going to be gone all afternoon,” he mumbled.

“You should be thrilled that you have parents who love to love each other,” I said.

“Enough! Stop with the love talk!” Finn held up his arms as if we were throwing darts at him and ran for the door.

Eeww. Spare me the gooey talk.

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The reason I was purchasing the pasta was to make this glorious dish, which is a family favorite. I double it, which feeds everyone and leaves enough leftover for a couple of lunches. Unless I have beautiful tomatoes, I use a can of diced tomatoes, drained, per recipe. I always use fresh corn, however.

Try the Summer Garden Tortelloni– you’ll be glad you did. Thanks to Aunt Lulu, who sent us this recipe a while back.

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Earlier I promised to publish a recipe for Olive Tarts, an appetizer my mom made in the 1970’s for all her parties. I remembered it as being the yummiest thing ever, but when I tested the recipe yesterday, it wasn’t as good as my memory of it.

This recipe definitely needs some improvement before it’s fit to serve. Apparently my parents had drunk so many Mai-Tais by the time they ate these that they didn’t notice how greasy they were. I’d definitely consider decreasing the butter before making these again.

After a few drinks, these will be delicious

The second problem was that instead of buying regular pimiento-stuffed green olives, I saw some that were called “Queen Size” and reasoned that they’d be perfect inside the puffy cheese coating. Boy, was I wrong. The larger olives were slightly hard and so huge that they completely overpowered the cheese taste.

Beware the big ass olives

So here’s the recipe, and you can have a go at it if you like. Use small olives and less butter to start. If you create a masterpiece let me know. (The reference to “sharp cheese” means Cheddar, and a dash of Tabasco won’t hurt these either.)

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12 Responses to “Exposed (and recipes)”

March 30th, 2008 at 3:54 pm, Headless Mom Says:

EEew! Green Olives and Se* in the same post? How could you?

;-D

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March 30th, 2008 at 5:17 pm, Anne Glamore Says:

Olives and love? That’s MY LIFE!
March 30th, 2008 at 5:24 pm, Tina Says:

But the real quesion is, did you get your camera lens?!?

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March 31st, 2008 at 9:04 am, Chandra Says:

Oh my! By the time I knew what sex was, my parents weren’t doing it anymore! I can’t imagine …

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March 31st, 2008 at 10:00 am, Cassie Says:

OMG, I’ve died and gone to heaven. Cheese and olives together? Gotta try it.

Love the sex talk. How much money in therapy is Finn going to cost you later in life?
March 31st, 2008 at 10:49 am, Karyn Says:

You now have perfect leverage to get Finn to do whatever you wish - or you’ll unleash the gooey talk and make goo goo eyes at your husband. And it could have been worse… he could’ve walked in n the actual gooey stuff. And then you’d all be scarred.

Not so much feeling the olives but digging on the tortellini recipe!

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March 31st, 2008 at 2:47 pm, Sandra Says:

My parents and their friends made they EXACT same olive recipe. It was standard at all the cocktail parties. I too tried them recently with the same things noticed - too greasy and the big ass olives don’t work.
I’ll bet your Mom wore caftans, too…

And my son calls it kissy-face, and leaves the room when it’s on TV of from his parents.

I think we’re long lost twins…

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March 31st, 2008 at 2:51 pm, Susu Says:

Those big ass olives could be used in your “Bourbon Beef Balls” recipe instead of the meatballs!!
March 31st, 2008 at 10:27 pm, CourtneyRyan369 Says:

Personally I like to make gagging noises when my mom and her signifigant other get mushy. Sometimes I even tell them that I’m developing a cavity or going into a sugar induced coma.

Its fairly effective. Yes, I’m going to be 28 this week. Sue me.

Oh, I love olives, but I’m not sure how I feel about them cooked like that. I’ll make them for someone else and get back to you!

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April 1st, 2008 at 1:48 am, baseballmom Says:

I kinda like how the tortellini recipe says ‘corn adds a little sunshine to everything’. I think that might be my motto. Seriously, though, sounds good, and we’ll have to try it! The big ass olives look gooooood, but maybe not inside of cheese.

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April 1st, 2008 at 3:28 am, jenny uk Says:

doesnt fin have your eyes?!?! lol, I still cant believe my parents ever had sex, they’ve been divorced since I was seven and stil hate each other!
April 1st, 2008 at 11:27 am, Queen of Shake Shake Says:

my mom tried to talk to me a few times about her and my dad’s sex life. I was in my late 20’s when she did this. I too ran from the room screaming.

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