And Then That Happened…



What a weekend! Mister’s mama and daddy came into town to watch the Super Bowl, to celebrate Mister’s mama’s birthday and to hang out in the beautiful SoCal weather.


After arriving Friday afternoon, we all had a stay-at-home dinner on Friday night. It was relaxing and it was comfortable and sometimes you just need to sit around in your jammies and catch up. I’d have to say that was accomplished.


On Saturday, Mister had planned a surprise activity for his folks: making Polish sausage. Mister and I had done this a few years back and the experiment had been a lovely success. As the recipe comes from Mister’s daddy’s mama, it was only fitting to include him (and Mister’s mama) in the scene and as they had never made sausage from scratch, I think it was a unique experience for them. And when we were all finished, there was the bonus of having that sausage. To eat. Which we did.



On Saturday night, the 4 of us went to Holly-weird for a 2+ pound butt steak. (It was actually a ribeye, but butt steak is more fun to say.) I’m not kidding. We shared a 36-ounce steak! And it was beautiful. Thankfully it was also delicious. And as the restaurant had only one of those big boys in the house, it was a treat to have nabbed it. Ordinarily, we wouldn’t even consider such a dish. But it was Mister’s mama’s birthday (on Sunday), so it seemed appropriate to go all out and live a little. I mean a lot. Personally, I was glad to have worn stretchy pants.



And then there was Sunday. The big dance. The Super Bowl. Let me start by saying what a treat it was for Mister and for his daddy to be able to watch the game together. They regularly call each other during and after Broncos games and they keep up with the team. But they don’t get to watch together, so this really was a special treat.


Let me also say that Mister’s mama’s actual birthday was Sunday, but she knew where the focus would lie and so graciously agreed to celebrate the night before. It was a classy move and it was sweet.


Now. Not only did the Broncos win (woo-hoo!), we also ate an assortment of good food throughout the day, so that by the time Sunday evening arrived, we were all too pooped to pop. Well, that and we had been expending ridiculous amounts of psychic energy, trying to do our parts for the team. That’s how fans do, after all.


It was only a weekend, but it was one of those weekends that will stand out as having been special. One you know you won’t get again. Those are rare and they’re a gift. I’m glad I got to be a part of it. And that I have the memories.


Sometimes life is right on.

D-Squared T-Squared – Week 3



This week’s Drunk Dial Think Tank creation (explained here) was food. I love food! I mean – I really, really, really love food!


Anyhoo, Mister and I wanted to see if we could create his Grandma Sophie’s Polish sausage. She passed away years ago, but the recipe was preserved by her sister, Esther. Esther died last year. She lived to a ripe, old age and had a full life. Her cholesterol level was in the 400+ range, but a little Polish sausage here and there didn’t hurt (as that wasn’t what took her to the sweet beyond). It’s funny, the recipe we have still has her name and number on it. I may share the recipe at some point, but for now it’s still a private family thing.


As Santa brought me sausage attachments for my stand mixer – the very gifts I’d requested (thanks a butt-load, Santa!) – we had all the tools we needed.


So we gathered our ingredients. Because I’m a food dork, I knew to drive straight to a particular Italian deli for the hog casings. Once I had those in hand, the few other needed ingredients were a snap to assemble. I headed home and Mister and I started grinding the pig meat. It wasn’t a hard process or anything. In fact, soaking the casings took longer than any other step. And with 2 of us making the sausage, it was fairly easy. Once the links were made, we let them “cure” for 2 days before cooking.


Mister’s father’s family ate Polish sausage thusly: they boiled it for about a half hour, then they cut it in pieces and finished cooking it in the oven, and finally they served the cooked pieces with ketchup. Say what you will, but believe me when I tell you that their family tradition is a good one, y’all.


So this week’s creation was food. Good food. Food with history. As we were stuffing the sausage and making all kinds of dirty jokes (as well as a few “The Wall” references), it occurred to me that Mister’s Grandma Sophie and Auntie Esther probably got together back in the day, for their sausage-making sessions. Probably made the work a bit easier, being shared and all. I couldn’t help but think one or both of those good Catholic gals made their own dirty jokes somewhere along the line. I like to think so anyway.