For Dad

I was cleaning out a closet the other day and found this old photograph of my father and his parents, Frank and Mary. They were from the old country of Italy and are the typical immigrant story. Grandpa was from Sicily and Grandma was from Naples. They say that you can look up your relatives in Sicily just by saying your name to the people that live there. I bet they would be surprised they have a long lost Asian relative. This photo was taken on the steps of my grandparents house in upstate New York, in a small town called Friendship. I remember spending summers there and when seeing my grandparents for the first time, my grandmother touching my face said "bella, bella". I remembered their house smelled of brown eggs and malt and my dad bringing Grandpa Frank a mysterious bag of hops. Little did I know then Grandpa was a brewmister and brewed his own beer in the cellar. Grandma had chickens in the backyard and grew her own vegetables. I remember the heat of the summers and reading comics in the attic. And when we left for our long car trip back to California, Dad would cry beneath his sunglasses and silently wipe away the tears. When I made a copy of this picture for him, I knew he remember those days and I shared in his longing for them. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Of All The Dogs I've Loved Before

As we came to the finale of the Greatest American Dog, I stopped to think about all the dogs I have owned and loved. My fellow loving, loyal companions of my past, two which rest in cedar boxes on my library shelf.
My only dog of my childhood was a beagle that we got when I was eleven and lived in Hawaii . Only a few memories linger from "Susie", like the one of the day I was taking her for a walk on the base, (we lived on Barber's Point Navy Base, Oahu), when Susie took the biggest snake of a poop in someone's calla lilies. I remember standing there frozen in sheer terror at the size and it's slithery ability of it snaking down the leaf to the stalk while the homeowner yelled at me from his front porch for me to clean it up! Of the time that Susie had gotten bitten from a centipede in the backyard and almost died and had for the rest of her days eat this horrible smelling dog food that my mother would extract from the can in a solid lump and cut it up into small bite size pieces. And of the day Susie died, my mother standing in the doorway in her blue nightgown and hair net, crying hopelessly. I had never seen her cry before.
The first dog of my young adulthood was Charlie, a mutt that someone was giving away in front of a mall in San Diego while I was attending college. She was smarter than most humans and could jump from a sitting position into your arms. She traveled with us from our house in San Diego to San Francisco, feeling at home anywhere she could sleep between us, head on the pillow, snoring. She would sit across the room by the fireplace staring at my dish because that was how she begged for treats, until one day she no longer did that and chose just to sit next to me barely breathing. When we took her to the vet, they told us she had lung cancer, to which I told the vet that I didn't know she smoked. On her final day I brought her to the vet, she knew it was going to be our last day together and as I hugged her while the vet gave her the shot, I could feel her cold nose press against my cheek, her tongue lick my tears, and felt her swallow her last breath. Now I know how my mother felt that day in her blue nightgown and hair net, crying, hopelessly.
There after it was a series of dogs, mostly big goofy labs. A black one named Peppercorn, who insisted on digging up my roses in the back yard, until one day she made a hole so big it was almost in the neighbor's yard, that I put her in the hole and hosed her down with water until she was a muddy mess. She never dug again. A yellow lab named Fanny, hopelessly sweet and kind hearted, who had a benign fatty tumor on her stomach the size of a small football. A purebred Sheltie named Dottie. The day we went to pick her up at the breeder's farm in Livermore, she came out of the barn with her tiny tips of her ears taped down. She was stubborn and refused to be house broken, until into the 8th month, out of frustration, I held her over the balcony of my three story house and told her if she didn't learn to be potty trained she would end up in the garden. She never made a mess after that and her ears never did stay down. The past has been filled with lovable big dogs, sloppy in their affections. Now we have two small Chihuahua's, Henry and Hazel. Loveable, sweet, kind, terrors!

Anthony Bourdain's Worst Meal Ever!

It was another Sunday when I caught Anthony Bourdain in Namibia. This should be good, anything in Africa promises to be an adventure in dining. Here Tony and the bushman are hunting for their breakfast. No quick stop to the local Starbucks or Mickey D's. Nope, it's dry as dust, what could they possibly be hunting for? Why ostrich eggs of course. Tony has a pang of sympathy (for their meager find) which probably should have lasted a lot longer so he could have come to his senses and bowed out of breakfast with the Bushman, leaving them to consume their precious find, but where's the adventure in that? The Bushman tell Tony that they are going to make breakfast right there on the spot. Humm, says Tony? Right here? Not a kettle or pot within 200 miles. Patience, wait for it. Apparently the Bushman are experts at the spontaneous. They quickly heat the ground with their coals. Carefully they make a hole at the top of the ostrich egg, poke a stick through it to scramble the contents. After the sand is sufficiently hot, they flatten the dirt out in a nice circle. Yikes, where's the fry pan I gasp! The Bushman dump the contents of the egg onto the dirt and then proceed to cover the eggs with more dirt and wood. Ugh! Tony is amazing calm during all this dirt cooking. I would be retching in the bush. What seems like an interminable amount of time to cook, for god sakes, it's just eggs Tony says, the Bushman uncover their meal, a baked dirt frittata. They pry pieces of the ash covered eggs, never you mind that it is covered in ash, dirt and whatever dung might be on the land and eat with relish. Tony however is trying to dust his piece off, what's a little grit among friends? Arguably possibly the worst meal I have ever seen on this show! But wait there's more. A warthog dinner is next to what Tony calls his worst meal ever. How quickly he forgets the baked dirt frittata! Tony goes hunting again, a lot of hunting on this episode, where he actually kills the poor creature. Here he gets to sample some of the more juicy parts of the warthog, namely the rectum and brains. When Tony says the tree beetles were the best thing he ate all day, you know it had to be bad. We don't get to see Tony puke his guts, but I'm sure it was on his mind. And when Tony says it's bad, it's got to be bad. Move over Andrew Zimmern!

The Things My Mother Taught Me

My mother adopted me when she was well into her forties. She was raised in the Great Depression era. Her mother died at an early age. I remember her telling the story of when her mother died and how her lifeless body was put on the dining room table until they were able to take her away and in those days it was not a expedient process. She was fourteen. She married my dad, whom she saw at a USO club and told her girlfriend that she was going to marry that short guy over there. Years later after she had tried unsuccessfully to get pregnant, they were station in Japan and there they went to an orphanage where I was adopted. Their first look at my picture elicited the words, "but I thought we were adopting a girl." "Hai, Hai" said the orphanage director. I was all of three, barefoot, in overalls, and had a bowl haircut. My mom said that when they brought me home, I could speak to the Japanese maid, but I was still terrified of the strange people that brought me there. She said when she went to get me in my room I was no where to be found. They eventually found me hiding in the closet, with my nap sack with my clothes from the orphanage and my one sole possession, a ball. My mother is gone now and I have followed in her footsteps, adopting a little girl from China, paying it forward and on this Mother's Day these are the things my mother taught me.
Always take a sweater in case you get cold

Always pee before you leave the house for a long car trip

A love for all animals

Keeping an open mind and exercise tolerance

Her love of adventure and travel

and most importantly

And her love of home and family

Happy Mother's Day Mom, always in our memories, always in our hearts.

Las Vegas Cheap Eats-Krazy Buffet

I live in Las Vegas, so I should every once in a while let you know of some cheap eats here, after all, that is what I'm about when I travel to another city or country. It seems like the buffets here have gotten expensive especially on the strip where you will pay around 20+. There are some casinos offering a $44.00 buffet pass good for a 24 hour grazing and I suppose that's worth it if you can eat that much food in one day.

I remembered the days when my in-laws would say you could drop a lot of money on the tables but you could eat cheap, not so much so anymore, so when I find a cheap buffet and it's reasonably good I go back. Which takes us to Krazy Buffet (Asian inspired) and krazy good! It's not any where near the strip which probably explains the cheap price, but if you find yourself on the westside (near the Lakes) it's worth the money and the stop. High praise from someone like me, jaded from the array of buffets in town.

I couldn't wait for it to opened a few years back and the price was so cheap, $10.95, I was like they could never keep these prices low what with all the crab you can eat, it has to go up. Well, it stayed at the amazingly low price until just recently. We were there last week after a month long absence, the food was plentiful and the variety amazing, but they did raise their price to $11.95 for dinner. A small increase to pay for an incredible display of seafood and sushi. The offerings: Snow crab always restocked steaming and hot, a variety of sushi and fresh sashmi tuna, California rolls, spicy tuna, tekka maki and other assorted sushi rolls. Soups include won ton, egg drop and a great miso soup loaded with seaweed and tofu. The buffet of Chinese dishes displayed are salt and pepper crab claws (delicious) or salt and pepper shrimp, chow mein, orange chicken, large raw oysters, mini clams in a delicious black bean sauce, ginger garlic tilaipia, sauteed Chinese greens, asparagus, pot stickers, spicy chicken wings, chow mein and fried rice. Are you hungry now? Desserts offerings, fresh fruit, mini cakes and my favorite sesame balls filled with red bean paste, don't say yuck until you try them fried warm and delicious!

Psst-Please don't let the cat out of the bag, I hate waiting for a table!

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Trader Joe's Thai Green Curry Sauce And My Chicken Thigh Recipe

I think you are either a curry person or not. For me I’m not or so I thought until I happened upon a restaurant while away for work in DC. I’ve written a post about this place, Big Bowl in Town Center, Reston VA. They are the kind of place, pick your sauce, pick your meat, pick your veggies. So I picked the crispy chicken with green curry sauce. How bold, how daring since I don’t even like curry. Let me tell you it was sheer heaven. Every time I have to travel to DC for work, I’m panting for the Big Bowl. But this post is not about Big Bowl, yes you are good and yes you need to open a restaurant here in Vegas, this post is about finding the next best thing to Big Bowl or at least to making your own Thai Green Curry. Trader Joe’s Thai Green Chili Sauce.

First let me say, I love, love, love Trader Joe’s and if it were closer to my house I’d be there every week. Yesterday when I was there, I just happened across the Thai Green Curry Sauce. Of course I’m always a little wary of bottled sauces, they never live up to their promises, either no taste or weird taste.

So I’m planning Sunday dinner. What to have? I’m thinking some kind of chicken thigh recipe Thai or Vietnamese style, you know with lots of veggies. I saw a Rachel Ray recipe where she made some Asian inspired chicken dish that she poured over chopped head lettuce. That sounded so good.

So here’s my take, delicious, healthy and extra fabulous with Trader Joe’s Thai Green Curry Sauce!

1 package of chicken thighs (my daughter won’t eat any other part of the chicken-too dry she whines!)

Place thighs in a bowl. Add soy sauce (or teriyaki sauce) grated ginger (did you know you can freeze ginger root-peel and freeze and so easy to grate frozen-that’s a Rachel Ray tip!) add garlic.

Refrigerate for an hour or two. 1 red bell pepper (sliced thin) ½ package of shredded carrots 1 shallot (chopped) 3 minced garlic In saute pan, heat up olive oil and add shallots, cook till tender, add thighs and cook till brown.

Now you can either slice up the chicken thighs before cooking, but I think it’s easier to do when they are finished cooking. Take out of pan and when cool enough to handle slice up the chicken thighs.

Add a couple of drops of sesame oil to the same pan you cooked the chicken in, when pan is hot add sliced chicken thighs, red bell pepper and garlic.

Toss until hot and add Trader Joe’s Thai Green Curry Sauce. I used about a little less than half the jar. Stir until sauce is heated.

Chop ½ head of lettuce and put on platter

Cook up ½ package of Mifune rice noodles, drain and put on top of head lettuce

Pour chicken and sauce over lettuce and noodles

Top with bunches of cilantro and mint

I added ½ chopped jalapeno to my dish, I like things extra hot, but the sauce alone has the perfect kick to it.

Two words, OMG good! Even my fussy 13 year old daughter said she loved it. I had to refrain myself from licking the fry pan it’s that good! What’s not to love from this dish, it has salad, meat and veggies and pasta, and it’s tasty and healthy!

My Daughter's First

The other day I got a text from my 12 year old daughter while she was a school. She text that someone had asked her to the movies and put "aww isn’t that cute?" At first I was tickled, finally someone notices her! Tweeners are in that stage where they want to be noticed, they want to be liked. It’s the building of self confidence stage. I consider my daughter like any other 12 year old with a few exceptions. She doesn’t like clothes that much ( I’m not a girlie girl she whines!). Although I did take her shopping and bought her about $100.00 worth of new clothes last week, and she said that it was sort of fun and now she knows why girls like to shop. I could tell she was excited to wear her new outfits to school, carefully picking the outfits the night before. But I consider her typical in every other way. She likes computer games, electronics of every kind and is more techno savvy than I am. She’s picky about her food, kinda sassy in the mouth and is a know it all. But when it comes to boys and crushes, she says no one is interested in her (and with some sadness almost bordering on why do I have to be Asian thing), I know what she means and I know how she feels. I told her that I really didn’t have any boy interested in me when I was in 7th grade, (didn’t tell her how boy crazy I was!) until high school and my first crush. So when she text me that a boy asked her out, I was tickled and then nervous. Is he cute I replied? She text back, mom, it’s not how they look its how they treat you and besides he’s a nerd which means he’s smart, so can I go? How’s a mother to say no to that? I text back, we’ll talk. She takes this as a yes, he wants to go on Friday. I get home, hopefully her dad won’t be ranting about this too much, he’s like, what? Is he going to pick you up in his car? I say no on his bike? Seriously tho, I tell her she won’t be dating until she’s well into her twenties with me as a chaperone sitting one row back in the movies trying to keep them 12 inches apart, pass the popcorn please! So she tells him, we can date in school (whatever that means?). She says it was to be nice, because she really doesn't like him. I tell her, no matter if someone asks you out or is interested, you have to learn to say no thank you. Be honest and be kind, but no thank you. She's says yeah, you're right because I'm so confused (and flattered). I'm like see someone did notice you, to which she sheepishly grins yeah!

Let's Make a Deal-Tax Time

For those that have followed our Let's Make a Deal adventure, you by now know that I did receive my prizes, albeit, a whole year later, to which some disgruntled reader commented, "quit your whining!" Ok, I won stuff, you don't have to be a sore loser or have prize envy. Now for that looming question on everyone's mind, will I have to pay taxes on the whole thing? Well this mystery has been solved today. When I got home, I was not only greeted with the smell of ham cooking in the oven, dogs barking and begging, but mail. There it was in an over sized envelope, 3 Door Productions on the return address and a 1099 stuffed inside, claiming my winnings of $1548 and no they did not take the depreciation of giving me a used TV, which by the way, I had to have fixed less than a year later because the power panel inside went out costing my "free" TV and whopping $150.00 to fix. "Better to fix it" the TV repairman says in a Spanish accent. Well, yeah, but it shouldn't break down after less than a year. Thank god for the TV repairman.

So there you have it, if you win, you have to pay taxes like it was income you made. That's the price of 15 minutes of fame and prizes. Would I do it again, heck ya.

Direct TV

Sorry I haven't been posting lately, but I just got Direct TV, love it! We live in Las Vegas and the local cable company is COX. COX has been ok, not much choice in TV viewing, in fact it rather sucked, but what was the choice 5 Network channels? So we suffered as year by year they got rid of my favorite channels. One year COX got rid of Oxygen. Ok, I could live with that although I wasn't happy. The following year they got rid of TV Guide. Getting rid of TV Guide, I was outraged! How was one supposed to know what was on the tube? Sure I could buy the Sunday paper or check the Internet, but that is inconvenient. I was angry, but begrudgingly had to live with it. Or did I? Recently COX decided to pull the plug on Hallmark. That was the last straw! What no Little House on the Prairie, no Sarah Plain and Tall, no Skylark, no Hallmark movies, no corny Christmas movies with Steve Guttenberg? That was the last straw! That weekend, we decided to make the switch. It was hard, I didn't know who to go with, Dish or Direct? I knew some people had Direct, we had it at work, so I started looking online. I decided on Direct thinking mistakenly that they don't have to drill a big dishy contraption thingy on my house, WRONG! My girlfriend said the day before, "uh, ya they do, how else are they supposed to satellite the channels to you, dud!" So I was wrong. Came home that day and it wasn't so bad, the dish being on the side of the house. Bottom line, 250 something channels and loving it! And 3 months of free movie channels so we have something like 300+ channels. And the DVR-so easy! Now I'll never have an excuse to miss my reality shows! And I'm loving my 9 favorite channels listing! In the end, I'll be paying around $15.00 more a month (with all kinds of online rebates which will lower your payments for the first 13 months), but it will be worth it. I have my Oxygen, TV Guide, Hallmark and OWN! One catch however, we have 3 TV's. I got 3 receivers with one being HD DVR. When I realized the lease price was the same on all three, I called Direct and asked them how could I get the non-dvr hd receivers to HD DVR's for the other TV's, they said that I could either pay full price for the DVR, a whopping $500.00, or pay an up front lease price of $200.00+, OUCH! Oh well, at least I have the HD one on my set. My daughter and husband will have to make do, although my daughter said, that HD looks so much better! My TV!

Well, I gotta go, I have some channel surfing to do!

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