Mrs. Olsen, I Presume?

If there's some lovin' on the offspring, reminiscing on the childhood, and growin' into some country air...then just presume, it's Mrs. Olsen.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Wednesday Greens: Getting My Don On

Today I went to the store to stock up on Salad-ness. I sat frozen amongst all the lettuce types, and then suddenly got a hot flash. Hot flash because of Don Draper. Hot flash because of iceburg lettuce and a bygone era called "the 60's".



If you haven't heard of Mad Men, then you live in a cave. If you haven't yet watched it, then you are totally missing out. The attention to detail the cast & crew have paid towards this series has won them awards, and when you watch it you'll see proof that other planets exist not only miles away, but decades as well.

In this other planet called Mad Men, chain smoking is the norm for perfectly coifed (and pregnant) females and a round of shots before noon hits the meeting tables at work. I finally figured out that this world was devoid of delicious and ethnic foods when Don Draper, the main character, travels to California and is introduced to the unheard of and interesting food fare called Mexican food.

Aside from that, you will often find these characters ordering "A Wedge" when they're not getting slammed with a vodka. Give me a Wedge with Bleu Cheese and out comes a quarter slice of iceburg lettuce drifting through the smoky haze of the 1960's restaurant.

So today, I thought I'd try "A Wedge". Check it.



What's even funner, I ate this puppy with a steak knife! One clean crisp slice, fork, and slam it into the ole gullet.

I do declare that a wedge is fun. Even funner is this ranch dressing I discovered:


It's yogurt based and so has half the fat and calories as the other ranch versions. Yippee!

Labels: FreshGreens, good flicks

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Monday & Tuesday Greens

So day 25 of this challenge, and I heard Costa Vida calling to me with their sweet pork salad. That was Monday. Since I didn't want to venture all the way across town, I went to Bajio's instead. BONUS: They sell a "small" which is a boon when you behold the many wonderful and fattening layers that usually prevail with the "regular size".

So I got a small, and here's my restaurant review: Costa Vida sweet pork totally kicks Bajio's tooshie. I heard the Vida cooks it in addictive caffeine ridden coke products besides. Damn them, I still am craving that thing and I'm not even a coke-head. Bajio's was still delightful, I should have gone with the chicken, but loved this nonetheless.



Yum. If I ate one of these every day, even the small, I'm sure it wouldn't be doing any favors to my Kim-Kardashian-gone-square-arse.

Tuesday finds Mrs. Olsen sleep-deprived since Buddha Baby chucked creamy curry carrot soup with a side of peas all over himself, Mrs. Olsen, and Mrs. Olsen's hair around 2:30 a.m. Round two came around 4:30. Point being that I am out of orange juice and am not going to the store. Otherwise, I wouldn't be going 2 days without a spinach smoothie.

Have you tried it yet?

So today I heated up leftover sauteed cabbage with browned onions and lots of salt. At this rate, I'll be rolling salad leaves around cheesecake and frying it for dinner. Or maybe cabbage is awesome. When's the last time you sauteed cabbage with a little spray butter and salt?

What's your favorite salad combo?

Labels: FreshGreens

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Green Dreams

This week the proof will be out there, proof that I am eating fresh greens every day in 2010. So far so good! I have even prevailed amidst the challenge of sick, fevering, barfing, coughing, keeping me up and grouchy, sick, sick kids for a good 7 days this month. Before I start my weekly digest, I thought I'd share some salad thoughts here first.



A) Been defining my rules. The devil on my shoulder tells me to eat a side salad and then finish the meal with a big mac. Not really but you get the idea. I'll eat my greens and my calories too! so says my devil. So I am trying hard to have my salad be THE MEAL, and not add on other more fluffy, baked, or cheesy delights afterwards.

B) My rules also include my favorite spinach smoothie for a meal. I absolutely count that as a salad and love to drink it for breakfast.



C) Forget the Activia Challenge with their subtle arrows pointing down down down when Jamie Lee Curtis talks about "regularity". Ugh. Here's my subtle arrow. Eat a salad every day and your Weight Watchers, Atkins, or South Beach Diet will applaud your fiber increase for the day. Or just your mother. And definitely Mrs. Olsen.

D) Today of all days I expanded my rules to include a lunch of sauteed cabbage, with browned onions and muy salt. Am I being my own worst enemy here? Can someone validate my salad rule here? I want cabbage darnit!

Labels: FreshGreens

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

curiosity

Since late November, a white hen has been separated from the brood fussing about Bok Bok Cottage. The sickness in her lungs was obvious, gurgling escaped with each breath. Because we didn't want her illness to spread, we put her in the halfway house.





Without the artificial light, she stopped laying eggs. But because she was already at the bottom of the pecking order, she was free for a while from the other hens that constantly butted in front of her at the food pen. A mixed blessing perhaps?

Yesterday, The Mister of the House conspired to put her out of her misery, and went to the back with his axe. I desperately stayed in the house for
no particular reason.

Moments later, he came back with the axe still clean. "I lifted her up and listened to her breathing long and hard...and I think she's better".

I was happy.

So back to Bok Bok she goes. And today after getting the eggs, Rainbow Girl rushes inside to declare that the chicken is dead in the cottage.

So I walked to the back, and wormed my arms inside a garbage bag and grabbed her by the legs. I pulled the bag around her, tied it up, and threw it in the trash. Poor girl had been hen-pecked to death.

Farm fresh eggs high in omega-3's! Happy chickens outside of cages! These are our slogans plodding us along our little hobby of a farm. And me bordering on vegetarianism when I have to axe our Thanksgiving Mistress.

O the savagery of Nature!
The Matter-of-Factness bordering on Refreshing!
The Curiosity of This Day...

Labels: chickens

Monday, January 11, 2010

Letter: Dear Baby Spinach Farm,

Dear Baby Spinach Farm,

I hope that you no longer water your greens with farm runoff that makes people sick and babies die. I trust you learned your lesson a few years back. I trust you so much that mi casa ate sixteen ounces of your baby greens in one week. Mostly it's because of this recipe, which I often drink for breakfast. Everyone loves it!




My daughter will soon be upon those adolescent years when calcium intake is vital for growth, and the lack thereof can affect you for years to come. She hates milk, but this drink is making up for it.


Signed,
Mrs. Olsen

Labels: FreshGreens, recipe

Monday, January 11, 2010

Letter: Dear Jenny,

Dear Jenny,


Last year I casually watched you document a year of eating salad. Usually you sent out a weekly picture that looked something like this:


Photo Credit: Jenny @ SimpleLifeLove

I'll be honest, at first I thought I would get a wash of new salad combinations and recipes, daily postings and inspirations. When I realized you weren't flooding your blog with salad postings, I learned to pop by once in a while and get a quick review of all your greens. It didn't make me eat more salad by the way. That was unfortunate.

But when I read your review of your experience at the end of the year, you said this:

"Would I recommend a year of salad goal? YES! Really, its been fun. And it isn't as hard as it may seem! You can do it!"

Maybe it had to do with the fact that I made a plethora of resolutions in 2009 that I soon forgot. I was unfocused, distracted, and undisciplined. Maybe it was the fact that someone actually invited me to do a specific resolution. So I thought about it starting January 1, and while I was thinking about it I ate a salad every day.

I don't know how to photo edit like that, and I swear I took a picture every day so far (just for fun). But now that I've uploaded my camera, I only found 3 pictures. Oh well.

So I guess it's official. Raw greens every day in 2010 for Mrs. Olsen!

Signed,
Hoping Green turns me Lean in 2010

Labels: FreshGreens, New Year's Resolutions

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Letter: Dear Starkadders of Cold Comfort Farm

Dear Starkadders of Cold Comfort Farm,


There's a piece of your English Countryside Farm that has always appealed to me. The fresh country air, the quaint shops a hop and skip down the country lane, and the loyal nature of your family clan. That seed of filial loyalty was the primary exploitation of your Head Matriarch, Ada Doom, who ruled her family's life and the farm from the shrouded confines of her upstairs bedroom. Any thoughts of modernization? Travel? Careers off the farm? were met with the proclamation that "There's always been Starkadders on Cold Comfort Farm" and if that didn't discourage properly, then the trump card was played: "I saw something nasty in the woodshed!"
You see I'm calling you out, because my daughter recently discovered her trump card, and she's been playing it again and again. The nasty thing she saw in the woodshed aroused my sympathies. I even wrote a nasty letter to whoever scheduled "Frosty the Snowman" and "Criminal Minds" back to back. Aside from the indecencies, the healing, comforting, and striving for cleaner entertainment, my daughter derived a sense of power from this trauma, and it's getting a little out of hand.

Exhibit One:
Rainbow Girl is hanging out with her Idaho Cousins and 11-year-old cousin wants to show her something on the internet. Ever diligent, Rainbow Girl asks permission first, and worries that it could be bad to watch. Mrs. Olsen (the mom) says Go for it! and then Rainbow Girl watches the following clip. Afterwards, she becomes the sullen female of the cousin group, and proclaims that she is sensitive. She also gets lots of extra attention and won't go to bed at night. Prepare to be damaged for life:







This coming from a kid whose favorite toddler movie was "The Nightmare Before Christmas". The thing is, she warbles her voice and calls out "MoOoom?" while she gives me a play by play for every innocent, if slightly irreverent, clip, joke, or sibling rivalry.

MoOOoom? (warbly voice of a deserted victim discovered 3 hours post-trauma)I think that the show was inappropriate.

Charlie the Unicorn? I ask.

Uh-huh.

Exhibit 2:
Desperate to refresh our favorite movie feeding off our proud Idahoan heritage, we decide to watch Napoleon Dynamite over Christmas. This was Rainbow Girl's idea, and after our day was done, we nestle in for this flick. As it begins, she reverts into watchdog and says: "Wait mom, Vanilla Wafer (age 4) probably shouldn't be watching this. I think there's some bad words." After which she kills the humor of this flick by turning to her brother after Napoleon delivers his deadpan "Idiot!" name-calling, and says "Hey. Hey. Don't say that word brother".

She gave her brother some excellent training that day.

Time for bed!
MooOom....so-and-so threw a snowball at me yesterday

Please gather the eggs!
MooOom...my cousin told me a scary joke and I can't go outside alone

You're greasy. Take a shower!MoOom...I heard a barking sound under my bed

Signed,
Watchdog parent not willing to be taken hostage by Charlie the Unicorn

Labels: good flicks, parenting, Rainbow Girl

Friday, January 1, 2010

Letter: Dear 2010 Self

Dear 2010 Self,


So a couple days before Christmas I visited an elderly woman in the neighborhood. In my church, I am officially assigned as her friend, her visiting teacher. I'm not sure how that is supposed to work, since she's got me by several decades, but I enjoy visiting with her.

Something that came up in our conversation was how we were both slumlords. By slumlords I mean owned property we rented to college students. Mostly I just wanted to call myself a slumlord cause it sounded cool, but according to our properties they were on the older side, but clean.

We shared horror stories of being the nice landlord giving a handshake deal to be compassionate, only to be burned by sloppy, careless, selfish, high on independence college punks.

Elderly woman: I stopped by the apartment where a bunch of girls rented. I checked the kitchen and couldn't believe it! I told those girls I was going for a sandwich and when I came back, they needed to have swept underneath the stove. I mean, that thing hadn't been touched in five years! Those girls all left except one little freshman girl who did the work all by herself. When I came back I told her I wouldn't let any male relative I know date girls who were so sloppy and careless.

2010 Self? All I could do was nod, smile, and slightly gasp. I didn't dare say that I never knew you could just slide that thing (i.e. stove) off the wall. My mom was a clean freak, but that department was never covered.

Can I just say that for years! when I had a messy pot on the stove, I cringed to see food particles hit that crack between the stove and the counter. I would pull out spatulas and try to fling the food out from the crack so I could clean it up. Sometimes it worked.



Sometimes it didn't.


Apparently most people know this cleaning trick, since the previous owners did the stove shuffle when they painted an accent wall in the kitchen (red) which was then painted over by me (blue).

So shortly after this visit where I am the "teacher" visiting the woman who knows more than me...well, I pulled that sucker off the wall quite easily, I swept a load of crap in the the first picture, mopped the floor, and then wiped the food sweat from the sides of the stove.




I had a little helper. Isn't he cute? He's my official boyfriend.

Please remember to clean your stove. You never know what desperate consolation prize you need to cling onto when the new year rolls around.

Signed,

2009 Self

Labels: New Year's Resolutions, Vanilla Wafer