• travel tips

    There is no Quotidian Post today. Instead, I will fill you in on my latest trip to New York City.

    There is nothing, and I mean nothing, quotidian about a trip to NYC.

    Now that I have been to New York City exactly two times, I consider myself a seasoned traveler with a wealth of valuable information. Which I will now share with you.

    Hold on to your seats, people. I have been studying up and gots lots to teach.

    The preparation:
    *Color coordinate your wardrobe—i.e. all browns, black, blues, etc.—and wear all your bulkiest clothes for the flight, a la a fleeing refugee.
    *Plan for your children to act like devils the day prior to your trip. They, like you, are probably stressed and anxious. Expect questions such as:

    What happens if the plane crashes?

    What if the pilots are drunk?

    What if you can’t come back because of rain?

    What if you can’t come back because the power goes out?

    What if you can’t find food because you can’t come home because of the rain and/or the power outage?

    *At bedtime, when your baby sniffles, “Don’t go, Mama,” just kiss and hug him up real good and then say you have work to do and flee the room.
    *Avoid pre-travel dreams such as, say, ones in which your husband feeds the family cats (you now have four instead of one) to the four famished tigers that are living under the truck cap that is resting in the front yard because this makes you worry that a) your kids will transform into starving wildcats while you are away, and/or b) your husband will feed your children to some tigers when you are gone.

    Air Travel:
    *Wearing knee-high striped socks that clash with your skirt (but are hidden by knee-high boots) will be revealed in your (hopefully) brief foray through airport security. This can be slightly embarrassing, but there is nothing you can do about it. On the upside, the glaring patterns may distract the guards so they don’t notice the lip gloss and medicated sunblock you neglected to put into your one specified ziplock baggie.
    *Find people that are new to flying, especially families with young children, and watch the heck out of them. Or, if you are new to flying, ham it up a bit, ‘kay? Airports and airplanes are in desperate need of some wacky humor.
    *Make use of bathrooms at all stops. Obsessively. You don’t want to pee on the plane.
    *This granola makes for a great travel breakfast.
    *Never miss an opportunity to walk on the airport’s express walkways. Savor the exhilarating power rush that comes from covering extra ground while exerting the normal amount of energy. If only you could be this productive in all areas of your life!
    *Do not, under any circumstances whatsoever, go with the little guy with the funky accent and skanky baseball cap who appears in luggage claim and offers you a taxi. You will get a ride across the city, for sure, but it will be in a shiny, big-butt SUV with scary, undercover, black-tinted windows instead of the happy yellow cab you were excited to ride in. You will arrive (thankfully) at the hotel with a (much) lightened wallet and a sickening realization that you’ve been scammed. As the sick feeling gradually disappears, you will begin to get a sore spot on your forehead from a) slapping it repeatedly, and b) trying to scrub off the I AM A COUNTRY BUMPKIN sign that you never knew was there.

    Hotel Living:
    *When checking in, request a refrigerator be delivered to your room. They are (most likely) free of charge and then you have a place to store all the cheese you plan to buy, as well as enough leftovers to feed your family for a couple days after you return home.

    *Don’t feel obligated to look down when shooting up 48 stories in a great glass elevator, an elevator which gives you a tipsy feeling at the same time it makes you crave chocolate.
    *When an elevator gets stuck between floors, join your fellow conferencers in leaning on the railing and gawking at the poor dears, and thank your lucky stars you’re not in there with them.
    *Just because the hotel is all sorts of fancy-schmancy, it doesn’t mean the toilet will actually work. In fact, your room toilet may only pulverize the toilet paper into little shreds instead of flushing it down. Oh yeah, the first time you flush, the sudden rush of water is so startlingly deafening that you just may involuntarily scream.

    City Life:
    *If you want to take a picture, take it. You’ll regret not taking a shot of the lady leg lamp standing tall and proud it some apartment window, or of the giant statue of an elephant tipped upside down on its trunk.
    *Commit, now and forevermore, that you will always visit Murray’s cheese shop and the Balthazar Bakery and Carmine’s, a glorious restaurant where you sit at the bar and feast from a giant platter, nay, a boat, of pasta with veal and sausage links and tennis ball-sized meatballs.
    *It is possible to walk from the top of Broadway down to Canal Street, zigzag all over the place, and then walk back up all in one afternoon, though you’ll be sore for the next couple days.
    *When you wander around Anthropologie and Bloomingdale’s looking at all the price tags instead of the sale items, you will know for sure that you are a fish out of water.
    *At Pearl River Market, consider buying a metal rice box, a ginger grater, a strainer, a fluffy wind-up chick, and a strand of cloth chili peppers, but then don’t. You don’t need any of it.
    *Marvel at all the skinny women in skinny jeans and black leggings. And marvel even more at how it is you that you are the only woman in the whole of New York City wearing a long skirt. Congratulate yourself on your newly-discovered trend setter status and hold your head high.

    *Make lots of earth-shaking observations to your long-suffering travel partner, such as:

    I don’t understand how people can live without grass.
    How can anyone afford to live here?
    Does anyone cook?
    Why in the world do those crazy women insist on tripping around the city in stilettoes?
    If only I could transport my children to our hotel, they would be content to sit for hours just watching the TV circus that is right outside our window.
    Aren’t people’s circadian rhythms all screwed up from all this light? It’s night time and that woman just walked by with her nose is a book!

    *At the conference, make a point to sit with the city folk. That way, you can grill them on the square footage of their apartments, the benefits of a doorman, zipcars, rooftop gardens, the mechanics of grocery shopping (Questions: how do families with kids carry home all the milk they’ll need for the week? Answer: Delivery service!), and the best bagel shops until one of the women you are sitting with (who also happens to be the Executive Director of the entire agency) explodes with “Do they feed you where you come from?”
    *The little jars of honey on the breakfast buffet make excellent gifts for your starving wildcat children back home.
    *Take every opportunity to do something, whether it be drinking a cup of coffee in the revolving restaurant at the top of the hotel, watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding on your room’s flat screen TV, or attending the church service at Time Square (mega)Church where the communion bread is the size of eye teeth and crunchy hard…

    the usher allows you to take pictures and even helps you to find a good spot (because you are on the third floor, standing room only), the decor is dazzling…

    the 50+ member choir belts it out something fierce, and the pastor looks like a movie actor.

    Return Travel:
    *Get a real taxi. Enough said.
    *When standing in line waiting for the authentic cape-clad official taxi cab hailer to hail a taxi (yellow never felt so good!), note how warm you feel—it is because of the heated lamps that are so thoughtfully located directly above your head.
    *Try not to get too anxious with all the hours of sitting—in airports, on runways, and in the air. Getting frustrated never gets anyone anywhere faster.
    *Call home right before your final flight so the family can rush to the airport to watch you land. It will take them the same amount of time to drive from home to the airport as it takes for you to fly from DC to the regional airport.
    *Get mobbed at the gate. The car ride home will be loud and chaotic and wonderful.
    *When your husband shows you a picture on his cell phone of a bird in a special cage, shriek “You took the kids to the zoo?” Be impressed that he was planning to do this all along and never told you. And now you understand why he chuckled when you recounted your weird tiger dream. He could’ve fed the kids to the zoo tigers, but didn’t. What a man.
    *At home, heat up a feast of leftovers: plates piled high with pork lo mein, shrimp lo mein, vegetables, beef and broccoli, and pasta with meat ragu. Let everyone eat to their fill—there will still be enough food for the next day’s lunch and supper.
    *Be intensely happy to be home. It’s the best place in the world.

    The End.

    P.S. The Fresh Air Fund conference was the reason for my trip.

    P.P.S. Local people (and anyone living in Fresh Air territory, from Virginia up through Maine and Canada): Please, please, please, consider becoming a host for a Fresh Air Child! Last year there were not enough host families and kids were left behind. We need you!

    (Also, we are searching for more local volunteers to join our team. Remuneration: lots of feel good-feelings, plus all-expense paid trips to NYC. You know you wanna.)

    Back home, where the chickens roam free o’er the frosted grass and there is not a highrise in sight.
  • wheat berry salad

    This week in Kitchen Chronicles: a quest for salad.

    Yesterday morning when my column came out, I totally forgot about it. It wasn’t until after I had made my coffee, responded to emails, and worked on another article that I remembered. Considering I was up before the crack of dawn that very first morning, this was quite the improvement. I must be acclimating.

    Wheat Berry Salad
    Inspired by A Bowl of Good’s Mary, Mary, Berry con Cherry Salad

    1 cup soft winter wheat berries
    1/4 cup wild rice
    1 crisp apple, unpeeled, chopped fairly small
    ½ cup each, dried cranberries and chopped almonds
    1/4 cup chopped green onion (or two tablespoons minced onion)
    1/4 cup each, dried cherries and currants
    1/4 cup red wine vinegar
    1 tablespoon each, canola oil and olive oil
    ½ clove garlic, minced
    1 teaspoon brown sugar
    ½ teaspoon salt
    1/8 teaspoon black pepper
    3-4 tablespoons orange juice

    Put the wheat berries and wild rice in a pan with a quart of water. Bring to a boil and then simmer for an hour, or until the grains are tender. Drain.

    Put the still-warm grains in a large bowl and add the apple, onion, dried fruits and nuts. The steam from the hot grains will help to soften the dried fruits.

    In a small bowl, whisk together the remaining ingredients. Pour the dressing over the salad and toss to combine. Add more orange juice or vinegar as needed. If not eating immediately, store in the refrigerator. It will keep nicely for at least 3 days.

    This same time, years previous: thoughts on attachment parenting, a bean problem

  • taco seasoning mix

    If people assume that I know my way around a computer because I blog, they couldn’t be more wrong.

    My brother routinely tells me I’m antiquated in my computer program usage (or lack thereof). I call my corel wordperfect documents “word documents,” which bugs him to no end because apparently real word documents are microsoft (I think?). In my book (laptop), if the title has the word “word” in it, then it’s a word document. (And I don’t capitalize my computer proper nouns because I’m sloppy.)

    He’s trying to get me to use fancy things like Google docs and Open Window and such. Over the phone, he lectures me about downloading and reformatting and saving files, and I dutifully scratch key words onto a note card, but my eyes have long since crossed so I hardly can even see what it is I’m noting.

    I’m not sure why I’m sharing this with you, except to let you know that I really don’t know all that much. Like I said. For some odd reason, it’s important to me that you all understand how very inept I am. Heaven forbid, I should lead you to believe I actually have some computer skeelz.  

    ***

    Did you know there is such a thing as a Shakespearean insult generator? It’s quite fun. I recommend every person memorize a couple. You never know when they might come in handy.

    For example, as you read my mindless blithering (like in the opening section) you might find an urge to holler, “Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts, thou impertinent tardy-gaited whey-face!”

    Or, when your husband says, “These muffins are pasty,” you might say, “You have become a fusty, toad-spotted malcontent!”

    Or, when one of your mouthy offspring mouths off at you, and you snip, “You, minion, are too saucy.”

    It’s quite satisfying, me thinks.

    And, while name-calling is forbidden (but frequent) in our household, the kids could totally get away with it (and maybe even receive a pat on the back) if they did it in Shakespeare.

    (And yes, I very incorrectly refer to Shakespeare as a language, not a person.)

    ***

    My cousin-in-law has occasionally blogged a little tidbit called “recently Googled” where she shares her Google searches. I’ve found it tremendously entertaining but had no idea how she did it. (See opening remarks.) But then a new Google page started showing up (again, see opening remarks) and suddenly I could see my most recently Googled phrases. I was tickled.

    Recent searches:
    Does barley have gluten
    How it’s made netflix

    Oh dear. What do you know, that’s all I can find. I, just now, performed innumerable searches to figure out how to find (the rest of) my search history but I’ve come up empty handed. (Brother, Brother? O wherefore art thou, Brother?)

    Shoot. That was anticlimactic.

    It’s probably just as well, though, since some of my searches were more than a little embarrassing.You really don’t need (or want) to know all the things I don’t know about.

    ***

    My little boy, describing his drawing: “This is Jesus, hanging on the hook where he died.”

    ***

    Ever since my cousin posted her recipe for taco seasoning mix, I’ve been making my own and storing it in the freezer. It’s total taco dust magic, this mix is, so it’s high time I share with you guys.

    Pre-mixed, it’s a work of art, a palette of Tex-Mex colors.

    Post-mixed, it’s the color of dried up dirt, which, I suppose, is also one of those famous Tex-Mex colors.

    Several tablespoons of spicy dirt (yum, yum) mixed into a pound of browned meat (and onions and peppers) or a pot of beans (and onions and peppers) plus a bit of water to soup it up real good, and you have yourself some fine and dandy taco spicilicious filling.

    Delicioso, perfecto, AND buen provecho, mis amigos!

    Taco Seasoning Mix
    Adapted from my cousin’s blog Whole Eats and Whole Treats

    Consider doubling or tripling the recipe.

    This is a little on the spicy side. If you like your tacos milder, dial back the peppers. (Like you couldn’t figure that out yourself.)

    2 tablespoons chili powder
    1 tablespoon cumin
    4 teaspoons cornstarch
    2 teaspoons each, salt and black pepper
    1 teaspoon smoked (or plain) paprika
    ½ teaspoon each, garlic powder, onion powder, and dried oregano
    1/4 teaspoon chipotle powder (or cayenne pepper)

    Combine all ingredients and store in an airtight container in the freezer.

    To use: mix 3 tablespoons taco seasoning mix with 2/3 cup water and 1 pound ground beef. Heat through and simmer for a few minutes.