okay, worst day since yesterday, when PUPPIEZ INVADED MY HOUSE

mom and dad watched flat puppiez play instead of PLAYING WITH ME

stupid flat puppiez

i hate them

i barked and barked so they would know IZ MY HOUSE

mom and dad must be mad…

today they are both NOT HERE, which iz where i like them to be

 i don’t know what “work” means

being all alone makes me sad

plus i have to pee

they’ll be home soon, right?

right?

~r

Nearly 15 years ago, I moved into my first apartment. As I left my dad’s house, I took with me everything in my bedroom, his our copy of the Gingras Family Marriages, and his immersion blender.

I cannot for the life of me recall why I wanted that blender. Was I still drinking Carnation Instant Breakfast (better blended than stirred, which is not to be confused with “good”)? Did I think moving in with a boyfriend meant late-night milkshakes? No idea.

I would like to note, though, that my dad (a) had an immersion blender 15+ years ago (although I don’t know why) and (b) is the primary source of any skill I have in the kitchen. Sure, it took me a while to get started and there was immeasurable influence from other families over the years, but my dad was the cook in my family (and KidBrother is a much more thoughtful, creative cook than I).

In the interest of fairness, my mom made better scrambled eggs. On the whole, though, she preferred bologna sandwiches and potato chips and left the roast beef to Dad.

Fifteen years later, that immersion blender, an early (earliest?) version of the unfortunately named Sunbeam Stickmaster, is a valued member of my kitchen collective and continues to perform valiantly. There was a time a few years ago when I thought it was not long for this world — it was a 15-year-old small appliance, after all, and I’d started making a lot of pureed broccoli soup. It seemed reasonable to plan for its replacement, but it’s still going strong.

This weekend, it handled:

Baked Potato Soup (Smitten Kitchen)
Graham calls this Potato Sludge, possibly because that makes it sound like junk food. I don’t care, as long as “Would you like me to make more potato soup?” continues to be answered with a “Fuck, yeah!” and he’ll eat it without toppings.

Carrot Soup with Miso and Sesame (Smitten Kitchen)
Better without the sesame oil, to my taste, and Graham is not a fan (although he is to be commended for trying something so fantastically orange and smelly). A commenter on the original post substituted miso soup mix and soy sauce for the miso paste, and I did the same, because I didn’t care enough about miso to walk four blocks to the nearest Asian market. I’m pretty sure this was a one-time soup for me – it taught me that I like soups to taste more like the veggies I put in them than like an added flavor. Also that I prefer miso in small doses.

Chickpea-Tomato Soup with Fresh Rosemary (Orangette)
Seriously good. Molly describes this soup as part of her formulaic lunch, and I could eat this daily for a really long time. In fact, I just might…I certainly will this week. My only regret is that I didn’t have any cheese in the house with which to make a cheese bread.

(I didn’t take any pictures. Imagine, if you will, comforting rows of single-serving bowls in red, white, and orange.)

I wasn’t a fan of soup at all until a few years ago. I just don’t remember soup being worth the effort it took to eat it, maybe because soups and stews came out of cans in our household. I mean, my grandmothers made stews and those were awesome, but my parents came of age as the Campbell’s Condensed generation, the generation that tried to make cooking and baking easier and less time-consuming than it had been for their poor mothers. I mean, why peel potatoes — much less peel, simmer, and puree with other things — when you can just add water to some potato flakes?!

Which leads me, again, to wonder why the hell my dad needed a stick blender in the first place, but that’s water 15 years under the bridge.

(My generation may be noted for kickstarting the current foodie movement, once we had the cash to develop our palates, but we have our shortcuts, too. Bagged salads, pre-chopped ingredients, and technology are our time- and work-saving crutches; e.g., we’ll bake bread at home to avoid preservatives and HFCS, but we’ll damn sure use a breadmaker if we can get our hands on one.)

(Which is not an indictment, although I do still prep my own stuff most of the time. Mirepoix is the weekly exception. Thank you, Trader Joe’s, for elegantly, evenly chopped mirepoix.)

So I didn’t realize soup could be yummy until I experienced a decent minestrone and a truly top-flight lobster bisque. It took years for me to make soup at home, and I did so mainly to save money, eat healthfully, and avoid the terrifying amount of sodium in prepared soups.

Instead, I have a terrifying amount of soup-serving-sized storage containers.

Soup! It’s what’s for dinner. Lunch, too. Thanks, Dad!

Today, I bought new running shoes. I do this from time to time, and the last time was April 2010.

(Crap. I didn’t think it’d been that long.)

Ever since my first long-distance training day for my first Avon Walk, I have entrusted my feet to professionals. Back then, I had a pair of New Balance sneakers that were SO COMFORTABLE and SO AWESOME that I ignored the advice of people with more experience and brains than I. Twelve miles later, my feet were such a throbbing, blistered mess that I considered gnawing them off and finishing the walk on two bloody stumps, because no way could that hurt more than swollen feet in a too-small-for-real-distance shoe. And it was only a training walk.

I learned my lesson, got fitted — and shelled out — for proper running shoes a full size too big, and have never looked back.

Well, that’s not true. Every time I do this, I hope that one of the Cool Companies has made a shoe that feels right on my wonky-ass, buniony feet. I hope to come home with Nike or New Balance or Adidas or any one of the brand names that the Cool Kids wore when I was a fashion-inept teenager with no athletic aptitude…or interest.

True to form, the best shoes for my feet are still made by Brooks. This happens to me EVERY GODDAMN TIME and I’m not sure why it bugs me, except that the name reminds me of Middlebury’s (late) Brooks Pharmacy.

Meet the Adrenaline GTS 12:

Still perfect for my bunions and wobbly ankles.*

*I’ve often wondered why previous running store experts haven’t said anything about my wobbly ankles. Those of you who’ve lived with me or known me long enough know my ankles crack on unconscious command, one in a staccato and one in more of a samba rhythm, and I frequently roll an ankle walking on a flat surface. This guy watched me run as well as walk, though, and the others didn’t, which means he saw the range of motion differently. Still…same shoes. Basically. With inserts, just in case.

Making one. Being one. Settling into and contributing to one.

2011 was a year of transitions. Moving from one state to another, from one company to another (with some consulting in the middle), from a large household of one to a small household of two and a dog. We’ve spent 2011 sorting and adjusting and refiguring and decluttering and building and learning and replacing and budgeting and getting our bearings.

We won’t be buying a house this year, but when we look for our next place, we’ll do it with a better sense of what we really need, where we want to be, and everything Oakland’s neighborhoods have to offer. This time around, Oakland’s not just the affordable option closest to San Francisco that meets the needs we brought with us — it’s a fantastic network of communities with a ferocity and a pride I can get behind. My street address won’t get carved in stone in 2012, but this is where Home will take root, where it will grow.

Happy New Year, Oakland. Let’s do this.

Source: Oaklandish

Previously:

2011: Courage

2010: Whole

1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?

Oh, good lord, so many things. I spent a week on a road trip with my brother. I ran a 5K. I finished grad school.

2. Did you [live up to] your New Year’s [word], and will you [select another] for next year?

I picked courage for this year and I think I’ve managed it all right. I’m pretty sure I know what 2012′s will be…

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

I’m 34 — this is true every year. For 2011, the list includes a cousin, my mentor, and several friends.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

In my own family, we managed to lose only a great-uncle and a great-great-uncle this year. I think. They’re not always quick to tell me about the great-greats…or the greats, for that matter. No, this year, it’s my friends who’ve lost parents, and I’ve found myself in that weird spot where you’d think I could offer some comfort, having been through it, but I can’t, really, because each loss is so personal, and so huge, that all you can do is be there. With brownies.

5. What places did you visit?

Gardnerville, NV. A lot.

6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?

A place to live for longer than a year at a time.

7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

March 22. According to our lease, that was the first official day of Happily Ever After.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Making most of what happened this year happen. It took planning and patience, neither of which are my strongest suits.

9. What was your biggest failure?

I let my thesis stretch out longer than it had to. In fact, I’ve graduated, but I’m still on the hook for an archival copy for the Hopkins library…which the program director keeps reminding me.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Not really. A minor head cold manifested Christmas night. I attribute this directly to my Thanksgiving post, in which I was too obviously thankful for my health to actually get away with it. But hey! Not lupus.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

The future I wanted. I took some financial risks in moving the way I did, and they paid off…or, at least, they haven’t completely bitten me in the ass yet.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Graham. Every day, I’m grateful for how even-keeled he is.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Every single candidate vying for the Republican presidential nomination, most of their handlers, and a great many of their most vocal supporters. There’s no talking sense to people who make shit up and stand by it no matter what.

Also! Every contestant on Survivor. You can expect this to be a perennial answer.

14. Where did most of your money go?

First: Moving and road-tripping. Second: Rodneycare.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

I’m excited every day to be back in California for good. I love that this is my home, that we chose it together, and that our kid(s) will be native Northern Californians.

16. What song will always remind you of 2011?

Train’s “Save me, San Francisco.” They couldn’t have timed that one more perfectly for me, could they?

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

a) happier or sadder? So much happier.

b) thinner or fatter? About the same.

c) richer or poorer? A bit richer, I think. There’s more of a cushion, anyway.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

More running, more yoga, more time with friends.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Less time in front of the TV and, not unrelated, a little less wine drinking and pizza eating.

20. How did you spend Christmas in 2011?

We had Christmas in Nevada with Graham’s folks, where I cooked The Dinner: Roast beef, baked mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and breaded butternut squash. I’d have liked something green, but Graham’s mom changed her mind about the green beans she was going to steam. Something about too much food? Whatever. I cook for leftovers, and holidays are certainly no exception.

21. Did you fall in love in 2011?

Every day.

22. What was your favorite TV program?

Bones. Merlin is growing on me, and I watch Survivor because Graham is one of the two dozen remaining fans of the show.

23. What did you do for your birthday in 2011?

Defended my thesis, got a six-month contract (which is being extended into 2012), and went to the beach.

24. What was the best book you read?

I’d love to give that honor to the newest series in the Paksenarrion canon, Paladin’s Legacy, but I read the Hunger Games trilogy this past week and it blew me right out of the water.

25. What did you want and get?

A life by my own design, rather than one by default.

26. What did you want and not get?

A “permanent” job with all the usual benefits and the will to keep as fit as I’d like.

27. What was your favorite film of this year?

We didn’t see too many movies, so the final installment of Harry Potter wins.

28. Did you make some new friends this year?

I did. Work helped.

29.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Not a thing.

Wait! I take that back. A non-snowed-out Grand Canyon experience would have helped. The pictures still make me angry.

30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?

Tech Company Chic

31. What kept you sane?

Rodney, when he hasn’t been worrying me to death.

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Was it Miley Cyrus who just told the media to knock off policing her body? Her, then. Otherwise, I couldn’t care less.

33. What political issue stirred you the most?

Equal rights (for everyone, always) and socioeconomic disparity (and the circular causes and effects thereof).

34. Who did you miss?

This is a loaded one to answer after Christmas, which is when I miss my mom and the rest of my family the most. I’ve also missed living practically equidistant between Alicia and Shotgun, with plenty of cozy places to sit and chat on both sides.

35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.

It’s absolutely worth it. This year was the first time I really acted — for the long term — on who and where I want to be when I grow up, and how I want to live. I had to think about what I was willing to do, to risk, to face, to get started on that life. I had to find a balance between planning and letting go of the pieces I couldn’t control. I gave up a lot of security, which I know seemed extra-super-crazy in today’s United States, but I’m where I need to be, where I should be, where I’m happiest.

No matter the cost, it’s absolutely worth it.