Archive for July, 2009

27
Jul
09

Fabulous Heirloom Tomato Salsa

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I know this is not a “recipe blog” per say, but I’ve been experimenting in the kitchen lately so I thought I should share some of my creations with y’all.   I’ve always been the type of cook who prefers to DIAL for dinner or on a good day, bake cheese toast for dinner.  So no one is more shocked than I that I’ve been moderately successful at this whole cooking endeavor…

… Perhaps I did acquire some of my mom’s gene’s after all?  That woman can COOK, and that’s an understatement.  A typical meal at my mom’s house: lobster bisque, signature crab salad, beef wellington, roasted veggies and poached pear for dessert… seriously. amazing.

This summer has been heirloom tomato summer for me.  I eat at least one every day.  I am lucky because my sister, Laura & her family have a ginormous garden full of heirloom tomato vines, so each time I see them, I’m given a giant bag full of gorgeous, luscious tomatoes.  There is never any way I can eat them all, so I end up giving many away to friends.

My favorite thing lately is heirloom tomato salsa.  This morning I made a batch and threw in a cucumber as well.  Fabulous!

– 2 heirloom tomatoes, diced

– 1 persian cucumber, diced

– 1 small jalapeno diced

– handful cilantro, chopped

– 1/2 lime juice

– splash balsamic vinaigrette

– splash olive oil

– salt & pepper to taste

combine all ingredients, refrigerate.  I actually like the salsa the next day, when all of the flavors have a chance to blend.  I eat it straight out of the tupperware container, but of course, it’s great with tortilla chips!

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14
Jul
09

Like a proud parent

Yep, that’s how I’ve been feeling… ever since it was announced that Giants’ pitcher Tim Lincecum would be the starting pitcher for the National League in tonight’s All-Star Game in St. Louis.

He is, after all, OUR phenom.  Nicknamed “The Freak” and “Sea Biscuit”, Lincecum is one of the most talented, electric & just plain filthy pitchers in baseball today.  Since I’ve only really been a fan of baseball since 2001 or so, I have no comparisons to make with other pitchers from history…. but I’ve heard others compare him to Greg Maddux, Roy Oswalt and John Montefusco.

All I can say, is when he pitches, the world pays attention.

It’s awesome that he’s gotten the Nation’s attention as well.  Love hearing from my nephews in New Jersey that they wish they could have Lincecum on their “fantasy baseball” teams.

So, this is my blog tribute and good luck wish to “my boy” Lincecum!

I’m sure that Charlie Manuel, the manager for the National league team, will be tempted to keep Lincecum in the game for as long as possible… but he’s OURS and we need him to pitch well this weekend.  Although it would be really fun to watch Lincecum make a bunch of All-Star American league players look silly.

Oh, here’s a fun picture that @sf_giants twitpic’d today: http://twitpic.com/ac4hq.  Roy Halladay, who will pitch for the American league wears a suit… while Lincecum wears a beanie cap.  Love it!

Be sure to catch the game at 5:00pm PST…

10
Jul
09

I could get used to this

Most of you know that my 14 year old nephew, Austin, stayed with us for a week.  He just left with his parents after a fun week with “parental rules clueless” Uncle Pete and Auntie Sheila.  Suddenly the silence is deafening.

A week with the kid, who definitely tried my patience (but I’m impatient and virtually EVERYONE tries my patience sooner or later)… and I’m sadly remorse that he is no longer around to a) take out the trash, b) inform me of the ways to cheat at Wii or c) respond “I don’t know” when I ask him what he wants to eat for dinner.

I could definitely see the challenge in this situation on a day to day, month to month, year to year situation… but dammit I miss that little booger and he left just an hour ago.

I guess all I can say is hopefully one day, Pete and I will also breed and create an offspring as cool/smart/talented/funny/sweet as my nephew Austin.    Kid, don’t let it go to your head!

07
Jul
09

This story makes my blood boil

I love the town where I live (Alamo, CA).  It’s a peaceful, picturesque, charming town… of course it is also one of the most affluent areas in the East Bay Area [we rent our house].  I could totally imagine raising well-adjusted, happy children in this area.  Generally speaking, Alamo residents are friendly, smart, progressive and successful (duh!)

So no one was more shocked than me when I heard the following story which occurred at a park less than 1/2 mile from my house.

One of Lucy’s favorite pups on the trail is a gorgeous chestnut colored pit bull named Rocky.  We see Rocky and his mom running the trail pretty much every morning.  Rocky’s mom & I let the pups off leash and while they chase each other around and around, we get a chance to catch up for a bit.

Rocky’s mom (shameful that I don’t know her name, but I will refer to her as RM going forward) is a petite, stunningly beautiful, dark-skinned Brazilian gal.

We ran into the duo this past Saturday and, as usual, stopped to chit-chat.  RM seemed pretty distressed, but I’m not one to pry.  Finally she unloads this story that left me completely shocked.

Apparently RM took her 9 year old son and two 7 week old pit bulls who she was babysitting to the Hap Magee park in Alamo recently.

They were tooling around the park, baby pit bulls on leash.  RM’s son ran off as 9 year old boys do.  So RM got a bit distracted and in the confusion, the puppies got loose… as puppies do.

Well….  a group of 15 people were picnicking/bbqing at the park and where do you think the baby pit bulls went?  … you got it… straight to the yummy smelling BBQ beef.

Turns out baby pit bulls found the 15 assholes that live in Alamo.

RM ran immediately over to the scene of the crime, apologizing, trying to grab the babies who are at this point chewing on tasty prime rib (LOL, sounds like the scene from a Will Farrell comedy, huh?)  Here is where reasonable people would realize that this poor woman was trying her best to grab  hold of her puppies and avoid a major conflict.  But NO.  Instead, privileged, affluent, entitled white person mentality kicked in and the group decided to make RM’s life even more miserable.

The leader of the crew, a 6’5″ white dude decided that the situation called for him to start kicking the <10 pound pups and he started screaming at RM to “go back to the ghetto”.  OMFG (just breathe).  The others in the group decided to call 9-1-1.  (REALLY? pathetic is the word that comes to mind).

Cut to the Danville police (they probably have nothing better to do) who rush to the group asking, “where’s the pitbull?”  No doubt expecting to see some 60+ pound beast in the vicinity.  Clearly our fine diners had no sense of embarrrassment when RM displayed the “vicious pitbulls in question”… weighing all of 10 pounds apiece.

Needless to say, the Danville police told RM to go home and relax. RM, bless her heart, told the police that she wanted to press charges for animal cruelty.  Apparently the police told her, “it just isn’t worth it”.  So she went home.

I am stunned.  There are so many things I could rant about: the baby pitbulls, the 9 year old son who has to experience racial discrimination for the first time, etc, etc.  simply SICK.

The reality is if said picnickers had been reasonable people, RM would have gone to the store to purchase them a boat load of meat to replace whatever meat the babies had eaten, done whatever was needed to remedy the situation.  Instead, they chose to be jackasses and flaunt their ugly, entitled selves…  in the process tainting the beautiful community which is Alamo, CA.

06
Jul
09

I am alive!

I am quite embarrassed about my rather shameful disappearance over the past few months.  I really have no excuse.  My favorite standby, “I’m SOOOO busy” gets old real  quick.  I hope to make it up to you fabulous readers (whoever is left, that is) by committing to blog regularly.   No longer will I commit to blogging once a day, cause that’s just too darn difficult given the other obligations in my life.  Perhaps when I finally win the millions I’m due to win at Super Lotto, I will have lots of time to write creative and inspired blog entries (as I sip frosty fruity drinks on the beach at whatever vacation destination I happen to be at the time)…. SNAP!  Back to reality, girl.

The reality is it’s Monday after a long Holiday weekend.  In typical Sheila fashion, I went HARD!  Paying for it today, but phew, what an amazing weekend.

Where do I begin?  My sweet, talented, 14 year old nephew, Austin, is staying with us until this Friday… which is just awesome.  I went to pick him up on Friday and enjoyed lunch with his parents (my sister Laura and my bro-in-law Keith).  On the way home, we stopped off at my favorite adult toystore, Best Buy, to pick up the Wii FIT (currently borrowing the Wii game console from the fabulous Jackie & Mark, who are traveling the world at the moment).   The Wii FIT fitness module appeals to my UBER fitness crazed self.  It did not disappoint.  Pizza dinner and hours of fun playing on the Wii that evening.  What a great entertainment invention.  The best part was KO’ing Pete multiple times in Wii boxing – he he he!

Saturday morning, up and at ’em.  Lucy and I decided to run 6 miles instead of walk.  I hadn’t run in over 1 1/2 months since I stubbed my toe on the couch (this is a blog entry of its own, note to self to write about it)… so I started with trepidation.  Luckily we ran into many of Lucy’s puppy & people friends on the trail, so we got lots of chit-chat breaks and I was able to complete the run without any problems.  Hurrah!

Next, I chucked my running shoes to the side and turned into Baking Queen.  I whipped up some coconut macaroons (these beauties are ridiculously EASY to make and everyone who has ever tasted them seems to experience some kind of intense orgasmic pleasure).  I also made some tomato mushroom tarts using fresh tomatoes from Laura/Keith/Austin’s tomato garden.  I had never made them before, so was a bit worried, but they turned out a-ok (it’s pretty difficult to mess up puff pastry and loads of cheese!)

Why the baking spree you ask?  Well, Saturday (4th of July) was the annual ultimate Independence day BBQ/Pool Party at Ayelet’s house.  This is a not-to-be-missed yearly event.  I wanted to contribute to the party hence the baking spree… although I should have known Ayelet would prepare enough food to feed an army.   She always goes all out — grilled steak, veggies, multiple salads, tasty appetizers, etc etc.  This year she outdid even herself by making a giant batch of paella on the BBQ!!  Jeez, that paella also deserves its own blog post!  Ayelet is the hostess with the mostest.   She’s one of the most generous people I know… and that’s the least of what makes her great.  I’m lucky that she’s one of my closest friends.

Anyhoo… cut to 10 hours later and we’re finally getting ready to head home.  You know it’s *some party* when you stay for 10 hours! DRINK FOOD FOOD DRINK FOOD DRINK FOOD DRINK FOOD FOOD DRINK.  That was my day Saturday…  with a bit of swimming, games, laughter and fun with good people.  EPIC is the best word to describe the day.   Oh, yeah, also I beat Austin in a little swim race a couple of times too!   Notice a trend?  yah, might have a few competitive bones in me.  🙂

OH! and the weekend is not over…  onto Sunday.  Simply memorable.  Austin and I took BART into the city and met up with pals Alexandra and Wilson to catch the Giants vs. Astros game.   First of all, kicking myself that this was the first game I attended all season.  How did that happen?!?! So wrong.  There is just something about Sunday afternoons at the yard…  Back when I worked right across the street from AT&T Park, I loved mid-week day games as well… but there is something about Sunday afternoons that screams baseball.  What made the day so much more special is that I got to meet the fabulous, charming PCon (Patrick Connor, producer for KNBR).  Those who know me well, know that the KNBR Morning show is very much a part of my life…. almost as much as my family (I said ALMOST people, no need to get your panties in a bunch!) PCon, as he is affectionately called on the show, is the producer and most definitely integral to the success of the show.  He’s one of the most real people I have ever known (and met now!)  Ex-marine guy, sharp as a tack, not afraid to speak his mind, scarily knowledgeable and just plain adorable.  Anyways, I was a bit star-struck, tongue-tied, (lame) when I met him… but it was so fun to get a picture with him.   Also, simply thrilled to be “connected” to him on Twitter!  Gotta love social networking.

Back to the game….such a fun afternoon, but sadly the Giants did not win.  I am going to let it slide cause they are playing really well lately and, guess what?  It’s early but they are leading the Wild Card race… a girl can dream can’t she?!?!