Friday, November 30, 2012

Thanksgiving 2012: Celebrating Movember with Mustache Sugar Cookies

When I went home for my mom's birthday
a couple weeks ago, 
I noticed my brother grew a mustache.
Since he's half Italian, he was able to grow a mustache at least,
but since he is half Chinese, it was a little thinner in some places.
It was also dark brown with some blond highlights.

I thought he wanted to look like my dad
for some reason.
My dad is famous for his glasses and mustache.
He has a dark blond mustache with gray highlights,
but that's the only similarity between their mustaches (being bicolored).

My brother mumbled something about Movember.
He didn't really explain it though.

So that weekend, I saw the Office episode that explained it!
That episode was funny.
If you're not going to watch the episode, here it is from the official site:
During November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces, in the US and around the world. With their Mo's, these men raise vital awareness and funds for men's health issues, specifically prostate and testicular cancer initiatives.

I got mustache cookie cutters and stamps
for my birthday,
so I thought since our cheese appetizer failed,
it would be very timely to have Movember cookies
for Thanksgiving.

We'd used almost all our butter for our
supersilky smooth mashed potatoes,
so I had to make due with the stick we had left.
I only made these two trays,
but after the meal we just ate, 
it was definitely enough.

I used a quick recipe I found online since it automatically did the
proportions for me.
No one thought the recipe was that awesome
(the people's comments are a bit exaggerated on the website),
including me.
But it worked in a butter pinch. 

Mustache party!

My popo, ayee, and mom,
showing off their mustaches.
Such deliciously hairy women.

Oh, and it's hereditary.
Wee even sported a goatee with the freehand 'stache we made.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Thanksgiving 2012: The Juicy Turkey

My aunt Florence (Ayee) successfully replicated
her giant juicy turkey for Thanksgiving this year.

I'll reveal how big the turkey was at the end of this post,
but try to guess.

There were twelve of us:
four Hues and Chris
five Solazzos and Jon
and PoPo.

My cousin Samantha is giving us some perspective
by showing how big the turkey is compared to her mouth.
Good job, Sam!

I'm guessing you think that it looks a little burnt.
That just adds flavor, baby.

She's Alton's #1 fan.

We used some of the extra leftover vegetable stock that she had 
made for the brine
for a Parmesan soup for a light dinner on Friday.

Turkey leg.
None of us ate it or took it home.
We left it for PoPo
to eventually make a delicious Chinese soup out of it.

Warm, juicy turkey.
You have no idea how good this is.
It's like what every turkey should taste like.
Sweet and intensely turkeyish and a little salty.

What's interesting is that last year my aunt
was a little worried about the kitchen not smelling
like delicious turkey.
You know why?
Because all the juices stayed inside the turkey
for flavor.
Damn good flavor too.

(Auntie Anne's burns a vanilla candle 
to whet your appetite.)

Cutting up the breast,
cutting up the breast,
cutting up the breast.

Mmm, mmm good.
Mmm, mmm good.

That reminds me of the 
Giblets (c) 2012 Christina and Lisa Solazzo 
song and dance
we made up.

Man, Thanksgiving was fun!

26.82 pounds!

It was a giant bird that didn't die in vain for this holiday.
Thank you for your life, Mr. Turkey.
Thanks for the great turkey, Ayee!

Friday, November 23, 2012

Macy*s Thanksgiving Day Balloons

The crowds were insane!
It was like standing in the front row at a sold out concert
with small, crushable children and strollers.
It was like standing in line for 30 minutes just to cross the street
and then realizing that it was a line to exit the balloon craziness
and feeling kind of sad and frustrated about the whole thing.

Luckily, I ended up on the right side 
of the street (the museum side) when I exited the subway.
I took the B to 81st and CPW,
and instead of exiting right up the stairs, I took the stairs on the left
since that was where the crowd was moving the fastest.

As soon as I exited I saw Papa Smurf and a whole street of balloons
most with their faces in the junk of the other balloons.
It was a spectacle that I don't think I need to do again--
just because the people who were there were ridiculous.
(You know the idiots who go see the tree lighting in Rock Center?
Those people were here too.)

I thought the balloons were blown up in the park and were easily viewable
without huge crowds except ones around the really popular balloons.
I was incredibly wrong.

What made it especially horrible was that 
the police were trying to do crowd control
on Columbus, 
while still allowing traffic come down Columbus.
That was a terrible idea.

(Just like it was the worst idea in history
to close down Sixth Avenue until 2 p.m. on Thanksgiving.
The parade ended at noon.

The worst part about the evening 
was that I was supposed to meet up with 
Dani and Veronika, 
but we couldn't even get on the same block.

I walked home since it was a nice evening.
But I was steaming with unthankfulness for the tourists and
people who thought bringing their sleeping children or
small children who could be easily crushed
was a GREAT idea.
Also really unthankful for the idiots driving around the city
not yielding to pedestrians.

Crowds make me incredibly grumpy.
If I do go another year,
it'll be really early to maybe avoid them.

Monday, November 19, 2012

The Incredible, Edible Kale

Blanche up some kale,
and I'm good to go.

I'm a very slow cook,
so the whole process of going through
an order of FreshDirect kale
takes a few hours.

First I clean the leaves from the stems.
Then I roll up the leaves as best as I can
to cut them into strips.

Then I try to wash as much as I can 
without it falling all over the sink
and floor.

I blanche the strips in salted water,
and fish it out to dump in ice water.

Finally, I balled it up from the ice water bath
to squeeze out the excess water.

I had a lot of kale.
It was the most delicious snack:
soft, chewy, green, and sweet.

It's better than spinach--its limpy, not as cool sister.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Lauren the Cat

I wish I could be a cat sometimes.
Warm with fur.
Just hanging out on my back on the carpet.
Soft and a little tubby.
People miffed about why I only want my belly rubbed
when I'm ready.

Pftt . . . pfttttt!

Raccoon tail.
Slinks to bedroom under the comforter.
Wet food.
Dry food.

The only shit I want to deal with is my own.
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