Inside the shell

There is nothing like Taco Bell for a fast car food. Two crunchy tacos with a 1/2 dozen packets of mild taco sauce and good to go. When I think about it, I have liked Taco Bell for nearly 4 decades. That is one long affair with a taco.

What kinda sauce do you have?

When I started out with them, the bean burrito was long and skinny.  I think the beans were rolled up in a deep-fried tortilla instead of steamed. The old ones were flaky like pie crust and much less likely to drip all over.

Another thing on the original menu was a Bell Burger. It was really a Maid-Rite, crumbled hamburger on a bun. I always did think that was  strange even though the Bell was never what I’d call the real deal Mexican cuisine. Back then, they also served up frijoles and tostadas. (You can ask for a tostada now but you may have to tell them how to make it since it isn’t on the menu.)

The baby in the photo showed up on all sorts of blogs around Cinco de Mayo without a tag. Bravo, unknown photographer, thanks.

Catapulted

I Wonder

If Kate’s sister was not Pippa,
would she be just a little less hipper?
Say, if her name was Pat, Jo or Jane,
would the crazy press be a lot more sane?

Pics of Pippa flood the air,
wherever she goes, it’s like I’m there.

I — for one, will be glad to see,
the day she marries a handsome marquis.


Edamame (Ay duh Mah May)

This is So good.

Put them out while people are milling around for the first course.

They’ll be asking you for the recipe.

This combo serves four, multiply accordingly.

Edamane with Chile Salt

1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
1 tb coarse salt
1/2 tsp sugar
1 pound frozen edamame in shells

Pulse red pepper flakes in a spice grinder until finely ground. (Or use a mortar and pestle.) Mix with salt and sugar. Add edamame to boiling water and cook until bright green and heated through, about 4 minutes. Strain and transfer to a large bowl. Toss with seasoning and serve.

It is Moving…

Today, Sig’s mother moved into a retirement community. The place has meal service, a hair salon, transportation to doctors, stores and wherever and a 24/7 front desk in case somebody needs it.

Her apartment is small but clean, efficient and accessible. The doors are wide and the lighting is great. It looks great, a clean carpet, a sparkling kitchen and bath.

Of course, Marj is not so happy.

She thinks she has been dropped into a place where she will be forced into bingo games, eating way too much food and being nice to her neighbors. She hates the caring environment, can’t stand the apartment and hates being on the third floor. She feels as if she has way too much furniture but has no idea of how to get rid of it.

I want to say — Buck up Marj, deal with it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks for all your help”

“You’re welcome.” And I leave with neither one of saying what is really on our minds.

Rant in Minor

This is simply annoying: Martha Stewart’s advice to copy a hotel technique to remember to flip mattresses 4 times a year to preserve their lives (the mattresses, not the employees).

So you make two tags, one says January and April (which is upside down) which you pin carefully to the top end of the mattress; the other says October and July (which like April is upside down) and yes, pin that to the foot end of the mattress.

Are you still with me? I know, there is NOTHING WORSE than Martha Stewart’s extraordinary anal instructions: January is printed upside, April down, October is printed upside, July is down. I feel I am a marsh-mellow head.

And then the cheery finish. Every January, April, October and July, just make sure that it’s That month that is on Top of the Foot of the bed. (As if this action alone ranks close to finding a Cure for Cancer.)

Despite my disdain, if my mother was still alive, I’d report this tip to her and she would say,  “What a great idea, would you do that for me the next time you visit?” And I would hear myself saying, “Sure, no problem.”

Where’s the USSR?

Artist Wendy Gold is on to something. Vintage globes to be exact. She finds them and  decoupages them to create other worlds. Here is “Where the Wild Things Are.” It is a standard size globe and costs $399. If you order one it will be one of a kind. See other examples here.

I guess this is the front -- or the back.

Another old globe trick is a diy that I saw on Design *Sponge, the blog that is a wonderful catch-all for high bar projects and results. The instructions are so thorough, it will make you believe in you all over again.

You could also use as a message board.

Of course, you can forgo the entire crafty treatment and simply collect globes to sit around the house. I really liked this idea from apartment therapy where a globe was hung on the wall in the corner. Made me want to think of other unexpected places for global art.