Sunday, January 10, 2010

Man Buildeth, The Lord Sayeth "Ya Think?" EDITED


Today, I ventured down to my friend Rosie & Mr. Hawthorne's house for a quick visit. BTW, it is exactly 82.3 miles & 1 hour 29 minutes from my driveway to hers. After a really good lunch, which Rosie describes better than me here, we ventured out. Our target was South Nags Head, which bore some of the worst of the damage from the November Nor'easter. Some video during the storm is here, and here.

Why was the damage so great? Remember the old song you learned in Sunday School about the foolish man who built his house upon the sand? Yeah, there's a reason the dunes are there. See that row of 9 or so houses right along the surf?



Now, I don't know if the surf was right there when they were built. I would hope not. What city with any integrity or sense would issue building permits for such a thing? What builder with any integrity would build them there? The buyers were either arrogant, or stupid, or gamblers. It's really, really hard to have sympathy for such a colossal failure at so many levels, even though I know that some of the owners put all their life savings into those houses, and now it's all gone. I try, but I can't squeeze out any tears. I just want to smack them all and say "What were you thinking?!"

I only hope no one is foolish enough to try that again. But, alas, we can't seem to learn from history. This seems to happen every time there is a big storm on the OBX. Same thing happened with Isabel. She even opened up a new inlet on Hatteras Island.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:46_9_21_03_14.jpg

Anyway, the lesson here? DON'T DO THIS!

See the dune on the right side of this picture? Houses are supposed to go BEHIND it. That would be to the left of the picture. Look where the house is:




Okay numbskull, what happens to your house when you put it in front of the dune so nothing would block your view of the ocean (I could be wrong about that):






It was fricking cold. The temp was 33 and the wind was blowing fiercely. We ended up chewing on sand and freezing to the point of pain. The wind chill had to be in the upper teens or lower 20's. We were woefully underdressed. Oops.

As for the rest of these, I don't really need to say much. There are a lot of pictures. It was jaw-dropping, stunning, sickening, and senseless.




The pilings were sunk deep into the sand. They, uh, hold the house up. Starting at the left, look at the 2nd & 5th pilings. They were swinging free. There was a good 6 inches of air under each. Look at the 1st, 3rd, and 4th. They have been reinforced. Makes you realize this has happened before.









The sand bags didn't work.





This next group of houses are the ones in the Google Earth image at the beginning of this post. The road was completely destroyed. All the septic tanks were uncovered, looking like ghastly coffins. Ewww, but the smell was long gone.







Look at the name of this house.




Yeah, either the house is escaping into the ocean, or it was a warning for the residents that that's what they'd better do.







Should insurance pay for all this? I say NO. Building on the beach is a gamble. Sometimes you lose. The rest of us shouldn't have to pay for it.

The deceased comic Sam Kinison once hollered "it's like people who built their houses on the side of a volcano, then complain when there's lava in the living room."

Mr. Hawthorne is a realtor on the Outer Banks. My friend Russ is in the mortgage lending business on the Outer Banks. They may have another perspective on this that would make me less disgusted, but I don't think so.

Next, more from my visit.

Edited on 1-13-10: A comment on this post prompted some research on my part. You can see it all if you click on the "Comments" link.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

I Passed!

Remember the other day when I made the giant pot of soup?
The next day, guess what was for dinner?

Heated some up, sprinkled grated cheddar cheese, added a dollop of sour cream.
BS's comment?

"Mom, what do you put in this that makes it taste so good?"

Yesssss.
I sure do love my wee bairn.
All 6'4" of him.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I Want Some Soup

Cooking post alert.
(It's been awhile.)

It's cold out.
It's been cold out.
It's gonna stay cold out.
As a result, I've really been jonesin' for some soup lately.
It feels so good to come home on a cold day to a hot bowl of hearty soup.
So I came home from work tonight full of anticipation.
Soup!

What's this??!!
No bowl of hot, hearty soup waiting for me?
It's waiting all right.
Waiting for me to make it.

I'm reminded of a line in a song from The Music Man -
"You can eat your fill of all the food you bring yourself."

I'm really sleepy though, so I'm gonna fly through this.

In the pot goes the ground sirloin,
broken up with my favorite skeleton fork.


I scooped that out of the pot and added these:
onion, carrot, sweet potato, and red potato.
I didn't peel the potato, so it looks kind of like a chopped apple sitting there,
but that would have tasted weird.


Cooked that awhile to let the vegetables get soft.

Added the beef back to the pot . . .


. . . with 3 cloves chopped garlic & sprinkled on the seasonings.
I ended up using a hodgepodge of stuff from the little jars in my cupboard.
On the plate is cumin, paprika, ground chipotle powder, thyme, rosemary & cinnamon.
I'm a big fan of cinnamon, even for savory food.


Not on the plate is kosher salt & black pepper.

Also is the error that I should have sprinkled in some flour to cook with everything.
That would have thickened the soup later.
But, oops, I forgot.
Plan B coming up.

But, I let all the spices cook a bit, then deglazed the pot with wine.


My wine afficionado friends are no doubt horrified at what they just saw.
I used a wee little bottle of red wine that comes in the handy 4-pack.
Mea culpa.
But, I don't drink the stuff, so the rest of a whole bottle would have been wasted.
Don't give me no grief about it.

Cooked that until the wine reduced,
then added beef broth and a ginormous can of crushed, fire-roasted tomatoes.


Let that bubble happily while I went to take a shower.
When I was done, I had to think of something to thicken the soup,
so I thought about making a roux.


Oooh, the smell of roux cooking is like smelling shortbread cookies.
Buttery goodness.
Anyway, the roux went in the pot and simmered for another 10 minutes or so to thicken.
Then I remembered some frozen peas & corn.
Yay!
I'm a big fan of peas & corn too, so they went in at the end.
The scalding hot soup thawed them pretty darn quick,
but didn't cook them to mush.
I like my peas & corn a little snappy.


So, a dab of sour cream & a piece of buttery toast
(100% whole wheat - sorry to be annoying),
and this makes me feel loved.


BS ate dinner elsewhere, so he doesn't get any.
Pfffft.
And I'm too tired to fix any of the mistakes that I suspect are in this post.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Better Late Than Never

Although that might be debatable.

I realized I forgot to post about our cookie baking this year.
Although I can't match Rosie's 47 day baking marathon,
which culminated in this.

Went to my mother's the Monday before Christmas & did 4 kinds in one afternoon.
Same 4 kinds we did last year.
We used the same obscene amount of butter.
(NO margarine or shortening, thank you.)
Cookies looked the same.
The Christmas tree looked the same.
In fact . . .

Just click here for the original airing.

HA! Is that cheating or what?

Oh okay, you want to see the identical results?
I actually didn't use the tree as a backdrop this year.
I used her display of crystal trees.
They sparkle.
I like sparkle.
I am simple that way.

The differences this year?

I think we used even more chocolate on the Toffee Squares this year.
If that's possible.

The scenery wasn't quite as pretty.
It's been rainy & foggy this winter.
Last year the Lynnhaven pier was intact under crystal blue skies.
This year it was broken under gray skies.
Look.

Lynnhaven Fishing Pier Dec '08


Lynnhaven Fishing Pier Dec '09


If you build it, he (a big storm) will come (& knock it down).

Anyway, we used our trusty Mouli grinder for the nuts,
as we have done practically since I was born.
It grinds them to perfection.
No big hunks, and makes for a very tender crumb.


And I love to watch butter creaming in a Sunbeam Mixmaster.
Much more fun than in a KitchenAid











By the way, the cookies are all gone.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Rain + Sudden Freeze = Yay!

A foretaste of fun?
A foreboding of doom?

Depends on your point of view, I guess.
I happen to like extremes of weather.
Thunder, lightening, blizzards, hail, wind.
The only thing I don't like is a heat wave.
Blistering heat & drenching humidity is the only kind of weather I hate.
Truly hate.
Truly & sincerely hate.
My freckles turn green in the sun & my sweat glands go into hyperdrive.
Truly hate.

So, when I saw these hanging off my roof,
when I saw the cars covered with ice,
I got a little giddy.
We don't get these very often heah in the South.
I love winter.
I love snow even more.
Big piles of it,
falling softly through a silent sky.
I even like driving in snow.
I'm good at it, and I am very careful to avoid people who aren't so good at it.

This ice could be a signal that we will have a cold & snowy winter.
Happiness for me.
Happiness for my heating oil delivery guy.
Dread for practically everyone else around here, except one of my co-workers
(who loves the snow as much as I do).

This ice could just be a fluke, and we're in for our typical mild soggy winter.
At least I had one day of pretty icicles.

Forgive the pictures as they're not the greatest focus.
You try holding the camera (with zoom limitations)
up as high as you can & keep it steady.
Also forgive the peeling paint on the eaves.
It's on my to-do list for this year.
Let me rephrase that.
It's on BS's to-do list for this year.
Heh.




Friday, January 1, 2010

2010 - yay

Let's look at the coming year, shall we?

According to Arthur C Clarke,
2010 is The Year We Make Contact


Wouldn't that be totally cool?
This movie didn't match the fame, notoriety & cult status of the first film,
but I liked it anyway.
Doesn't really mean anything though,
since my standards for movie entertainment are pretty low.

According to Nostradamus & the ancient Mayan calendar,
we're counting down to the end of the world,
which can be either good or bad, depending on your point of view.
Hmmmmm.

2010 is the Chinese Year of the Tiger.

http://www.bluebison.net/content/?p=445

So, if this is your year, you are brave, competitive, and unpredictable.
Although, you could look at the characteristics another way.
Then you would be stubborn, selfish, dominating, and will jump from job to job.
But don't worry.
According to that website, I am a promiscuous crooked banker.


New Year's Eve is a traditional time of celebration.
So what did I do this evening?
I went back to work to watch this . . .


. . . with a certain young man who you all have read about before.


It was a good game. A very good game.
We won, 37-14.

And someone, who shall remain nameless,
fell asleep 5 times in the last 2 minutes of the game.
But we all know that in the world of football,
2 minutes really isn't 2 minutes.
It can be more like 10 or 15 minutes.
I didn't get home until 11:30.
Got the jammies on & got in bed with a movie,
after I wrote this, of course.


This sort of thing never really has appealed to me:


http://www.ehow.com/how_5546229_plan-new-years-eve-party.html

So, Happy New Year everyone.
Whoo-hoo.
Yay.