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Friday, November 8, 2013

NOvember Roses, NO-stir Risotto, and NO Clue What To Do With an Auction Washstand


Bringing home a vintage furniture bargain can
be a lot like bringing home your first baby.

You're all excited. . . until you get home, put the baby in the
middle of your bed, step back, look at your husband and say,
"Holy (censored)!  What have we done?"

And so it is with something I got at auction last year. 
Last summer, with bags and boxes of other auction and thrift finds scattered around the sunroom.  I make messes.

In the summer of 2012, I snagged a Sheraton-style
washstand at an auction in Pennsylvania.


It has been imprisoned in a storage unit.
Till now.
I've had this piece standing in my kitchen for days - kind of 
the equivalent of plopping it into the middle of our bed - while I
decide what to do with it.  Time for it to move on.  I think I will paint it.

It's such a pretty piece, and graceful: a classic Sheraton style washstand.
That hole in the top?  I have no idea what it is for.  Do you?
As for painting it . . .  I've got Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Paris Grey, 
Ralph Lauren's Bone Black paint (just about my favorite), 
and a gorgeous soft aqua - although that one will require a primer.
I'm kind of lazy.

What would you do?
I'm open to suggestions.  It's headed for the booth, as I have
no room for it here, so I'd love to hear what would catch your eye.
(BTW refinishing is not a practical option; the finish is shot in too many places.)

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Have you got one of these?
 It's a cast iron enameled stock pot, or Dutch oven.
I'm sure you've seen the beautiful Le Creuset ones in stores.
This is not one of those.  It's from Sur la Table, and I love it.

Plus, using it helps tone my arms, as it weighs a freaking ton.

 I've made stews, chowders, soups, chicken, roasts, pork loin,
chili, and baked beans in this 8-quart baby, since Santa brought it last year.

 But my new favorite recipe for this pot is Baked Risotto.
'Cause who doesn't like a hot pile of creamy rice?
Especially when you don't have to stand at the stove stirring it.
Although that also is a good way to tone your arms.

Oven Risotto - Ingredients to serve 4 (main course) or 6 (side dish).
1-1/2 cups Arborio rice (short grain) - I like Trader Joe's brand.
5 cups (about) of HOT broth or other seasoned liquid, or water if you prefer.
1/2 cup of wine - your choice.  I use a dry white.
A lump of butter, or some oil, for the pan.
Plus - whatever you want to add.  Cheese, onion, garlic, mushrooms, peas, 
asparagus, spinach, squash . . . whatever strikes your fancy.

 Step One:  Put your Arborio rice in the pot with some butter, or oil.
Get 'em all hot and bothered.  The ricey bits will get a little transparent looking.

Step Two: Add 4 cups of the liquid and stir.
Don't worry.  Just stir to smush it all together.

Step Three:  Put the pot in a preheated 350-degree oven.
I set a timer for about 40 minutes, so I can check the risotto.
Yes, I give it a stir then, and if it's dryish I add more liquid, usually the rest of the broth and the wine.

Step Four:  When you check it, add in any extra stuff.  I had some leftover spinach, so in it went,
along with some finely chopped sauteed onion and garlic.  You never go wrong with garlic.

Then it's back into the oven for Step Five: the final cooking.  It should take about 15 minutes
and the risotto will be all done - nicely creamy and delicious, all the ricey bits tender.  
I sauteed some cherry tomatoes, and put them and the grated Parmesan into the risotto to complete it.
We had it for dinner that night, with some mashed butternut squash
on the side, and it was delicious.  Now it's probably clear from this
alleged recipe that I was using what I had on hand;
it was an impromptu meal, the kind I always think of as "free,"
because I don't have to go and buy anything new.

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Around That Old House, most of the summer
flowers are spent.  Kaput.  All done.

Someone forgot to tell the little rose bushes in the border
behind our house, along the old stone wall, that it's time to fold their tents.

 In a walk 'round the yard with the dogs today, I snapped some pics.
And there's Gilda, our Ruby Cavalier, on the far left of this picture, snuffling in the leaves.
And yes, those are the old shutters off our house; we still can't figure out what to do with them!

These aren't great pics.  I had a dog lead in each hand.
Dogs don't stand still and wait while Mom snaps a picture.   They yank.

 Dogs explore.  And sniff.  And pull against their leashes.
There are just so many great smells. you know?


Yellow roses are still in bud, and blooming.
They've got guts, these little guys.
We've already had several below freezing overnights.  Brrrr . . . .

Time to go inside, kids.
There's cookies and a soft sofa waiting for you.
Haha . . . Dylan is giving me a Bronx Cheer!  Can you see his little tongue sticking out?  Cheeky monkey!
Have a great weekend, friends.
I have absolutely no idea what we'll be doing, but I hope
it involves at least something on my TBDBT List! -- Cass

Link Parties for Friday!
At Rattlebridge Farm, it is Foodie Friday.  Rice counts!  Click here!
It's Feathered Nest Friday at the French Country Cottage.  Click here!
Miss Mustard Seed is gathering Furniture Friday posts.  Click here!
My Romantic Home is home to Show And Tell Friday.  Click here!
At The Charm of Home, it's Home Sweet Home Friday.  Click here!
And it's Fertilizer Friday at Tootsie Time.  See what's still blooming, or not!  Click here!




Saturday, August 27, 2011




Happy Anniversary to us,
Happy Anniversary to us,
Happy Anniversary to us . . .
Hey.  Hey!  Where are you going???




In a couple of hours, my husband Howard will head to
New York City, on this our 33rd Wedding Anniversary.


I will not be in the car.


He will be staying tonight and Sunday night at
the London NYC Hotel, with its Gordon Ramsay restaurants.


I will be staying at That Old House, with its
non-perishable cans of soup and its graham crackers.

This is what happens when you work in the news biz.

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After 33 years, Howard is a wise husband.


Upon his return from a hunter-gatherer trip this morning, he put these in my arms:
a dozen red roses from my favorite florist, Charlie at Dickerson's in nearby Dover.

Charlie told him that he was the 5th or 6th person buying roses today.
Odd.  What's romantic about hurricanes?

They are gorgeous!  Thank you, O Husband of 33 Years.
See you Monday night around ten!

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So about that Irene. . . 
at 8:15 this morning my brother called from North Carolina, where
he and his wife have a waterfront home in the Inner Banks;
their power was out, and the water was over their dock
and creeping into the yard.  I haven't heard from him since but
we are assuming no news is good news.

My other brother and his wife live in Tidewater Virginia.
We spoke just after 11:30. They still had power.  Fingers crossed.

And us? We had a teeny spatter of rain on the sunroom roof at 12:05.
Little spurts since then.  We'll be fine.
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Yesterday, New Jersey's governor Chris Christie explained,
in blunt New Jersey fashion, what people along the shores should do.  



And he is right.
While the effects of Irene may not be as bad as they might have been, there are no guarantees with Nature.
It's that old chestnut:  Better safe than sorry.

Enjoy your Saturday!  If you are under Irene, hunker down, and God bless.
Remember that things can be fixed or replaced; you can't.  -- Cass

Friday, June 11, 2010

Rose Is A Rose Is A . . . Camellia



When is a rose not a rose? When it isn't.

Ever since I bought yards and yards of a beautiful rose printed fabric for draperies in the pink bedroom . . .


I have been keeping my eye out for rose-themed artwork for that room.
It is our daughter Alida's room when she visits, and her middle name is -- you guessed it -- Rose.

Last month, on Long Island's East End, I scored this original painting at a museum yard sale:


A couple of weeks ago, the Goodwill gods were smiling upon me. Among some amazing
purchases that day, I found a sweet old print of a rose, matted and framed,
with hand gilding around the cut edge of the mat.


Yeah.


The gardeners among you are about to slap me upside the head and say,
"Hey Chucklehead, that ain't a rose!"


And you would be right.

It is this:


A Camellia.

Oops.


So instead of taking up residence in the pink bedroom amongst the roses,
where it might be snubbed and made to feel like an outsider (roses being such snobs),
it's going to live in the powder room.
Where no one is a snob.


That's my share for Show And Tell Friday at My Romantic Home.

Go visit Cindy for more!


And if you are curious about some of the other things the Goodwill gods had in store for me on that pretty amazing Saturday, click here or here. I don't know about you, but Goodwill is having a 50% off sale all weekend in this area. Check it out! -- Cass