Taking a quick break from the crazy busy. I'm cleaning the house, which is really silly since I am about to have a dozen teenage boys here and really they don't notice or care, but I want to have surfaces cleared for the cups and plates and such. Breathing a moment before heading to the grocery store. Hot dogs, mac 'n cheese, frozen pizzas, chips and such, tons of drinks, ice. That should replenish them from a couple ball games and keep them busy while watching the movie. My brilliant plan for seating is to have the same movie playing in 2 rooms so they can float around as they are a slightly restless bunch.

My mother has always looked sensible for her age. She falls within the normal range of embarrassment with her words and actions. I know I lucked out in the parent department.

Ok, cooled off enough to go back out into the heat and get to the store.

No gone yet.

FTR, teenage boys kinda scary. I've decided that the blasting Rap music and the boys singing is amusing and worth the ear damage, particularly when they sing along with the songs by women and do the high voice thing. Wish I had a video of that. When they aren't blasting the music they talk about stuff including girls, that would be the scary part. Wish I had headphones for that.

Has Jilli seen Making Fiends?

Oooh, no I hadn't!

I can be amazingly judgmental about other people's clothing. Which is kind of ridiculous, considering how I dress every day. But really? Micro-minis and knee-high stiletto-heeled boots? Not appropriate for the office, in my opinion.

My mom is a fanny patter. One time at the zoo someone was wearing the same color shirt as my sister and mom sidled up and gave her a couple of pats on the fanny. When the poor girl looked around horrified Mom said matter-of-factly, "oh I'm sorry. I thought you were my daughter."

"Mum, I can't fit everything into the dishwasher." "Just put what you can in." (A regular reply that she never, ever noticed the weirdness of.)

Er, wait, what's wrong with that? I don't get it. Run the dishwasher, and then put the rest in, no? I mean, if we had people over for dinner, sometimes there were a lot of dishes! Didn't mean we were going to hand wash the rest of them!!

Cooking question: I'm looking at this recipe for fried artichokes. [link] It includes this instruction:

Select a pot that is large enough to comfortably hold all of the artichoke halves. Place them in the pot, fill with oil until chokes are half covered. Then add water to cover. Bring pot to a simmer and cook, uncovered, about 15 minutes until they are cooked but not too soft.

I haven't actually tried this, but pretty much every experience I have with heating oil and water together tells me this will lead to hot oil and water spattering all over the kitchen and the cook. What am I missing here?

I've made a similar recipe with asparagus - you simmer over lowish heat and the water evaporates while cooking the veggies a bit, leaving the partially cooked veggies deliciously frying in the remaining oil. I don't recall a lot of spattering but it's a while since I did asparagus that way; I'm all about broiling them, now.

I just looked at a bunch of other recipes for carciofi alla giudia, and ... that one's different. All of the recipes I've seen have you do crazy oil and water things, which seems to be traditional, but in the form of frying them, but sprinkling some water in and covering the pan every few minutes to make steam (and control the spatters).

The method they're talking about isn't actually that scary -- it's essentially what you do with potstickers. The sizzling phase is kept under cover, and steams the insides of things until the water is cooked off, after which they fry and crisp up. But it's kinda unique for carciofi.

mmmm...food. I have a potroast in the crock pot it smells so good...

It rained earlier, and has been grey and gloomy out. the kids ( under 7 crowd )all went out to play and the adults just stood around chatting , saying things like it is so nice to have a quiets day.

High heels with jeans are so common in the town I grew up in, that it just seems normal to me. I can't wear heels, so I've never worn that particular look, but I also don't have a problem with being a little trashy.