Thursday, January 2, 2014

Recipe - Brownies and Beans


by Rebecca AndexlerI'm not sure if I want to try this. But I might.

can (15 ounces) black beans, drained and rinsed
1/2 cup dark chocolate chips
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup white sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/8 teaspoon kosher salt
2 large eggs
3 tablespoons vegetable oil
1.5 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 each large piece of parchment paper
1/4 cup dark chocolate chips (optional topping)
1/4 cup chopped walnuts (optional topping)


Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

2. Line 8"x8"x2" baking pan with parchment paper and grease with butter.

3. Combine beans, chocolate chips, flour, sugar, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda, salt, eggs, oil and vanilla extract in bowl of food processor.

4. Secure food processor lid and blend until mixture is smooth, about 2 minutes.

5. Spread batter evenly into prepared baking pan, using rubber spatula to scrape batter from bowl. If desired, sprinkle chocolate chips and walnuts evenly over top.

6. Bake 30 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center of brownies comes out clean.

7. Remove pan from oven and allow brownies to cool completely before cutting into squares.

Servings: 16
Preparation time: 10 minutes
Cooking time: 30 minutes

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

MO

I REALLY hate Christmas because of all the inequality. Last's nights dinner was about a woman who was proud to offer her experiences of interviewing college applicants Middlebury College (her alma mater) and rarely recommending them. This is a person who finally found a job after several years of searching in a bad economy. The funny thing is that the only reason she found the job, even with a degree from HBS, was because of who she knew or met in a who-you-know situation. She had this holier than thou attitude - even after many years of unemployment.

The inequality is not about rich and poor. Although that's part of it. Like the lust of diamonds even at the expense of treating diamond mine workers like animals. Strip searching every orifice of their body and cutting off body parts if they are caught stealing.  No one likes to think about this when they see the glorious diamond. And part of it is the male - female thing. Keeping the poor poor allows the rich to play with each other and stay rich. It's the same as man ruling over woman.

There's so much unfairness and xmas exacerbates the inequity.

IMO and I'm usually right.

The Last 18 months in 1 post

Thursday, May 2, 2013

What Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Stronger

Two weeks ago I listened to a youtube video staring Tony Robbins. I'm so not into the life coach thing, but it's interesting to see why I am the way I am.

I still think I'm justified and it has served me well.

The most interesting thing about this video about the 7 things needed was community. I never felt part of a group. Always the outsider. Even when I'm embraced within a group, I don't like what I see and try to change it. But groups don't like change.

But now enters a child without siblings. All she wants are friends. Each friend that selects her, gets her into trouble. They lock themselves into a locker with her in the room and point fingers at her.

She is at fault. She's looking for inclusion and it is pretty funny.

This lead us to the case of the recent bullying on the ice rink. After months of dirty looks, telling her coach, and waiting to talk to her mom, I asked her, a 12 yo  to stop bullying an 8yo.

This was wrong. I know it. Even as the best skater on the team, she was cut.


I'm sort of happy. I wanted to take off a few years and work on FS. Also we are trying to sell our house and relocated.

It's as if there's a plan for us.

Only time will reveal itself.



Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? - Mary Oliver
 
 
Why is it when I'm on the fence about something, the outcome always turns out to be exactly what I really wanted? See J'accuse.

My problem is that now I have a daughter. And what I want, may not be what she wants. Or what's good for her in the long run.  And herein lies the dilemma.

It's team tryouts again. Due to circumstances I don't want to get into, I don't want to spend $5,500 (team dues and expenses) to be on the team again this year. We had a great year. However, we did not get along with the team members for this coming season. I was going to suck it up for her sake.  But they beat us to it. She would have been one of the youngest and the most accomplished skater on the team. The coaches didn't like me.

But the team spirit thing is sometimes taken too far. Too many parties, celebrations, little freebies given out by moms who have the least talented children on the team is really so not who we are.

This is why I like test. Tests do not play favorites.

And I can finally say this without fear, there's a team coach who I've never seen wash her hands after leaving the bathroom stall.

Glad I got that off my chest.
 
 
Sunday, March 31, 2013
How to deal with bullies and other 3rd grade issues. My name is A. Some people call me Ah. Whatever. At this point I don't really care. I sometimes call myself Ali G. I'm told it's an alter ego thing. I don't really know what that means either. I need Lemony Snickettes to do the explaining for me.

I started school with 24 pencils and 5 big erasers. It's March and I'm negative 52 pencils. I think there's a pencil monster in the ceiling.

There's two kinds of bullies. The kind that demands your lunch money and the kind that does things like "the look". Lunch money bullies don't exist at my school. There's a "no bully" policy. However, "the look" kind is only borderline bullying. The look kind does other things. Like I'll get up from my chair to throw a used and snotty tissue in the garbage and "the look" bully will take my chair. I know this is going to happen. So I fart in the chair before I get up. When I get back I mention to her that "I was sitting there." She says "too bad". I'm not sure if I should let her know that I farted in the chair.

I don't really like the way the teachers treat us in school. When we do something well, they say "good girl". "Here's a treat. Go take a ticket". Really?

Did you ever listen to what teachers say to each other? I would think they would share new teaching methods. "The best way to teach multiplication is to spend all day lining all the student up in 5 lines of 6. But no. They discuss the merits of permanent eyeliner.

Comedy is, as we have said, an imitation of characters of a lower type- not, however, in the full sense of the word bad, the ludicrous being merely a subdivision of the ugly. It consists in some defect or ugliness which is not painful or destructive. To take an obvious example, the comic mask is ugly and distorted, but does not imply pain.*
 
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Going Public Part 2
 
Friday, March 15, 2013 Note from Teacher to me

Hi M I saw your note in the booklet. We have gone over in class the procedures for doing an essay. Students are not expected to do a perfect job but should try their best and with time and experience, will rise to the occasion. This is new to most third graders and is a bit overwhelming. You do not need to show her how to do it as that our job.

These tasks are very similar to those she will have to complete on the ELA so we are trying to see what the students ARE able to do and help them fill in the gaps as needed. If she does not bring back the booklet when it is due, it is quite difficult to follow along and pay attention when going over the essays in class which is what I was doing Wed. the date the essay was due back. Since this is the first real essay we are reviewing, she should not feel she has to know everything at this point. I sit with each student in small groups or individually to support them as needed.

There were a few students who did not bring back the booklet at all this week which makes it extremely difficult to review in a timely manner. I did speak to the entire class to emphasize the importance of these assignments and how I can help them to be prepared.

Students are writing down assignments in their planners and should be returning assignments on time, unless there is a note. I think that is a reasonable expectation. I do not want the students to think they can bring things back after due dates, otherwise writing down when they are due is quite pointless and does not instill personal responsibility.

In the future, if A has a problem with an assignment, please write me a note if an extension is needed. This has been my policy for many years and was communicated to everyone on Parents' Night. The students are aware of this policy. No one is being "singled out". Students' homework is not marked complete until it is returned. As for the tests they will be sent home today unless the copier is broken. Conferences will be held in April as noted on the school calendar. Notices will be sent out regarding appointments.
 
Going Public
 
A came home last week from school concerned she couldn't write an essay. She's losing interest in school. She started in Sept at the 98% and the test in Feb had her at the 96%. We will see what it is in June. And I'll spend all summer getting it back up to Sept. levels.

I sent her teacher an email. March 14, 2013 As we discussed, please send all Aliza's tests home for us to review during the break. It's silly to wait until the end of the year. By that time it's meaningless. If there's a "rule" that doesn't let you show parents completed tests, please let me know. Perhaps we can have a group meeting to review the tests next week.

I want to bring something to your attention. Aliza feels intimidated by you when she asks you a question or when you ask her to do something. She feels she (and a few other students) are singled out for this attitude. Also, for the past week she's been struggling with writing the fable comparison essay. She is at a loss on how to put it all together.

She feels you explained to the class how to do it by reading the question. However, never showed/involved her on the task on exactly how to do it. She's afraid to "bother" you about this because of the intimidation factor. It would be great if you can send me an example of an essay comparing two stories, similar to the one she is being asked to do. Let me know if you have any questions. Thanks. Monica The next post is her response.

Friday, February 22, 2013

boiling water

Paul boiling water on me tonight.

Monday, February 18, 2013
 
More Quotes
I can't believe I'm about to quote Dr. Phil (or his advisor)

“People that are successful have a strategy from getting where they are to that success. The difference between goals and dreams is a timeline. "Someday" is not a day of the week. You have to work for what you want; not for what you don't want—and I mean every day.”

The defining characteristic of every successful person I've seen: They have passion.” The universe rewards action. Successful people take action towards a known outcome. You can't think about it. You have to do it—and you don't do it for a week or a month. You do it until. Until you get what you want. ” “Winners do things losers don't want to do. Winners are willing to take a risk—they're not reckless, but they're willing to take a risk. And the biggest risk of all is admitting that what you have is not what you want.”

 

 

 

 

 
 
I'm forgetting to blog A's thoughts. I post them on FB. However, that has a shelf life. At Max & Jacks Bar Mitzvah, N ordered her a Vegetarian Meal (remember she hasn't eaten things with a heart since she was 4.) She was happy they ordered her a vegetarian meal. It was plain brocoli,carrots, fries, onion rings and a piece of plain tofu. I asked her about her meal. She said. It was "winter without snow."

 

Monday, February 11, 2013

Things to Remember

Remember all the things that mommy taught you. Never say you hate someone you love. Take pride in the things you do, especially your family. ... Don't get angry at the small things; it's a waste of precious time and energy. Realize that all people are different, but most people are good.
 

 

 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy 2013

I think I will post facebook page to rally against forced joy. How do I capture the words and thoughts of A? If I remember I will blog them. We were watching the ball drop in Time Square. A says " I thought it would be more... epic. 10 mins later Epic like the best performances of 2012 - Beyonce's I am here. or Coldplay's confetti party. Last week. After an ice skating lesson she said "getting off the ice was my salvation". This morning on our way to school, I can't remember what she said - but I must keep a pen nearby.
 
 
 
 
 
Monday, December 10, 2012
SCOTUS and Gay Marriage and Talmud Torah
 
Back in 1982, the summer I worked as an intern at ERAmerica, a non-profit in WDC trying to pass the Equal Rights Amendment - or rather the extension of the ratification of the ERA, the question of whether the passage would allow gays to marry floated in the air. As an 18yo, I felt it would allow gays to marry. Here are the words: Section 1. Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex. Section 2. The Congress shall have the power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this article. Section 3. This amendment shall take effect two years after the date of ratification. If the world were up to me, I would get rid of marriage totally and make civil contracts for all. If two people who are just good friends without any sex want to make a pack to help each other in sickness or health, it should be the same as if someone gets married for sex. On another level, we learned in High School at a Hebrew Day School (Orthodox) that the reason there are Jewish Laws about Homosexuality is because men would choose men to have sex with and not women. And if this occurs, the breakdown of the Jewish family unit would occur - no one would have children and no one to pass on the Jewish religion. Self Preservation in the highest order. Let's face it - Boys hung out with boys in the Talmud Torahs. I remember the rumors we heard about MTA and YU boys. I look forward to hearing what the SCOTUS has to say.
 
 
Friday, November 16, 2012

Where There's Smoke There's Mirrors

I'm following the Patraeus scandal. Petraeus, a now ex-CIA chief, who's impeccable career and is married commits adultery with his young biographer Paula Broadwell. A socialite, Jill Kelly , who take pleasure in telling people she knows know important people in the military, gets a few emails telling her to get off her high horse. Kelly gets annoyed and asks the FBI to look into these annoying emails. The emails were coming from Paula Broadwell’s computer. They search it and uncovered the illicit affair with the CIA Director. Jill Kelly goes under the knife. She’s striped of her honorary titles and her Cancer Charity turns out to be a charity in name only to travel and throw parties. Moral: Where there’s Smoke there’s a hidden agenda. Another life lesson. Stay true to yourself. Don't worry about what other people say. The honest and best will succeed in the end. BTW - Aliza started 3rd grade a 5th grade reading and math levels.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
What do you do if someone accuses you of something that is not true and you are not even told who accused you or what was allegedly said? Wow! So much has happened in the past month and most of it was negative. There's someone on A's team who wants her off. I suspect it's the mom with the daughter who practices 12 hours a week, has a team coach, and at 8 is working on her triples. REALLY? Now A is younger and on a higher level than her daughter and me thinks she is just jealous. The problem: someone told "the board" that I said mean things about her daughter's line and her coach. I have no idea what they are talking about. They even asked me to apologize to the coach in question. So I did “I’m sorry for whatever I may have said that offended you”. I don’t know what it was, I don’t know who said it. I’m going to say I’m sorry for the trouble someone else put you through. Here’s a box of you’re a star chocolates.” It was really bizarre. Maybe they don’t want A on the team next year. Several months ago I was concerned that she was not at the level of the other girls on the team. She’s 2 years younger than everyone else. I just don’t want her to get hurt. You put her on this team. We are happy you did. But we would have been happy on the level with girls closer to her age (still would have been one of the youngest). The whole thing doesn’t bother me except A is getting weird vibes. Unprovoked on the car ride home after a training session she tells me the coach is acting like she doesn’t want her on the team. It is true she missed several practices and competitions due to illness and this was her first day back. She’s a smart girl. If she says something like I am alarmed. If you are not comfortable in the relationship between coach and player, accidents are more likely to happen. 1. Should I pull her off the team? 2. Tough it out 3. Move to another team after the season
 
 
 
Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Going Public 1

A is in 3rd grade at a local Public School. She's in a double class of 45 children and her full-time teachers make close to $120,000 per year. Most all the teaching is done by the assistant teachers or the student teacher. Our property taxes are extremely high. 70% goes to schools. And they high paid teachers don't even teach. What's that about? Monica








Friday, September 14, 2012
 
Books we are reading
We started 3rd grade last week. So far so good. Lots of reading and writing. We should keep track of the books she's read. The Diary of a Whimpy Kid The Diary of a Whimpy Kid the last straw The Diary of a Whimpy Kid the Ugly Truth Dork Diaries not so fabulous life Dork Diaries Ice Skating Baby Mouse Ice Skating and all the baby mouse books Animal Farm - listening to in the car. Dragondale - listening to in the car. Freindle - Listened in the car Jewish Stories (Saul Bellows, Shalom Alecheim, Singer ect) - listening in the car The Strange Case of the Origami Yoda Lunch Lady series The Secret of the Fortune Wookiee 



Tuesday, August 21, 2012

1000 on the Hapmeter
Yesterday was a great day. Ali was so happy taking her Preliminary MIF test. The best part was she had the ice all to herself. Oh yes, she passed all three judges (only need 1) with a score of 15.2. She was so happy and animated. Joy.




Friday, August 17, 2012
 
Hap'o'meter
Ali hurt her shoulder at Gymnastic Camp. With no one to watch her, she came to work with me. She was busy drawing and playing computer games. For lunch, we had an outdoor picnic. Before bed, Ali told me about the hapometer. She told me her hapometer was the highest at the picnic lunch. I asked her what else was high on the hapmeter. She said "you know when you have to poo and it comes out or when a fart comes out - that's high on the hapometer. She sounds like an old lady. She was going to bed and I turned the lights off. She asked me to get her the glow-in- the-dark pillow. With complete excitement she told me about this commercial she saw that if nightlights don't give you enough light, you can buy a glow-in-the-dark pillow, covers and sheets. They showed a complete glow in the dark room. It only needed 2 batteries and costs $19 plus shipping and handling. It was so funny that I had tears in my eyes from laughing. So I said my hapometer was high. She asked me if I farted.




Tuesday, July 17, 2012


Father's Yahrzeit Week

I get an email about a party in Deal, NJ. I feel nostalgic and google Syrian Jews. Go to Wikipedia. Find the pizmonim project http://www.pizmonim.org/.  I then visited Freddy Zalta on Facebook to share my find only to find his Happy Birthday Sam 96 (his father, my grandfather's brother). http://www.facebook.com/#!/notes/freddy-s-zalta/my-father-sam-zalta-happy-birthday-pop-96/438766831252
I looked at my calendar to find my father's Yahrzeit- and sure enough - it's now! As girls in Orthodox Hebrew School we are told that only males must follow laws that are bound to time."Z'mon grama" is the phrase used. Why? because females have timers built into their beings. And today, my built in timer reminded me of my father Yahrzeit is coming up. And since I always took the easy way out, let the boys worry about time bound commandments.
So I listened to some of the pizmonim. The names of some of the singers were familiar. Mikey Cairey who taught my brothers their Bar Mitzvah parashas. Also listed was one was the father of an old boyfriend. How could I resist the google? Two things were reveled. His children go to Ramaz. (I'm sort of jealous). He donated money to Mitt Romney (I'm so glad we didn't work out).It's OK to vote for him - but give money - yuck!

To make sure the Sam Zalta's story (my paternal grandfather's brother) is alive in my daughter's world I will copy and paste Freddy Zalta's story here:

My Father, Sam Zalta, Happy Birthday Pop - 96!!!

by Freddy S. Zalta on Friday, June 18, 2010 at 9:38am ·
Throughout my life father has spoken about his past. His hazel eyes sparkle when he mentions his father and his grandfather. Stories of how his father was the barber of the community on the Lower East Side and later, on Bay Parkway. His father would open the door to anyone, always with a smile. He wouldn’t charge the people who couldn’t pay the nickel or so for a haircut and he would provide a cot and some sort of meal for the new arrivals from the Old Country.

My fathers grandfather had a long beard and could not speak a word of English. Despite this he would sit outside the train station on Delancey and Essex Streets, down the block from the Williamsburg Bridge and sell chocolates, ties or whatever it took to bring home some spare change.

My father tells me about all the good people from the old days – about how his father was the most amazing and kind man. How his father would always go out of his way to help another person, no matter whether he was black, white, Jewish, Italian, Irish – it didn’t matter to him. Race was no issue to Mr. Moussa Zalta and his heart of gold.

Sam Zalta, my father, tells me his father was the sort of man who would give his last penny to another person without any questions or strings attached.

That his father would serve coffee among other things and invite people, strangers to come inside to partake. He had canary’s in his barber shop and a love of people and torah which he has never seen in another person.

I smile when my father tells me stories about his father and grandfather. Daddy, you have set a precedent for your children and grandchildren to follow. Your footprints are large, too large for us to even consider filling.

Daddy, you are known throughout the world, literally. When the Syrian government jailed and threatened to kill your cousin, whom you had never met, you contacted Ed Koch and told him about the situation. Within a day they were set free.

When the Syrian Jews were given permission to come to New York in the early 1990’s you were the first stop they made. They would come to you set up their telephones, electricity and to ask questions about everything. They would literally line up in our store on Kings Highway while my brothers and I would shake are head and not understand how you had this magical effect on people.Why you would even take the time out of your day, a large chunk at that, to do things that a community board or government agency should do.

“Make a fresh pot of coffee” he would call out to me. Grudgingly I would get up and do as he said.

Daddy would stand by the door way of Whiz Travel and call in passersby to offer coffee, shelter or a blessing.

My father has a magical quality – he loves people and his motto has always been, "Do unto others, as you would have done to you."

The other day, April 27th, it was a beautiful day in New York City. My father was being interviewed by the Sephardic Heritage Foundation to recount his days on the Lower East Side. He spoke to Lisa Ades about his early childhood there – with each block we walked memories came flooding in.


He spoke about the beauty of his mother and the love that flowed from her comforting each of her twelve children. Leila Zalta, a beautiful lady who I remember as a 96 year old watching "I love Lucy" and baking Syrian pastries in her apartment on east 5th st around the corner from Shaare Zion.
We walk on down Essex Street and come across from a Park.

“That’s were I was born, the building is gone now, but that was 44 Essex Street. Across the street, right here, is where there was once a fire and my uncle climbed onto the roof and began saving people one by one.”

Memories were related to us with that old familiar sparkle in his eyes - with a tear or two and some choking up when he mentioned his parents. He smiled and mentioned how there was only one bathroom for several families to use in each building and how they would each take turns bathing on Thursdays to prepare for Shabbat.

"My grandfather was a wonderful man," he says, "He would help anyone and everyone, always with a smile." With those words he pauses and smiles.


I respect the legacy of my Great Grandfather and Grandfather. I have heard from strangers from all over how wonderful they were. But no one can top the impact my father has made on his children, grandchildren, the strangers and his friends. Sincerity, love, honesty and compassion, those are the pillars of our religion and our community.

My father is a pillar for humanity - he is also an adorable man!
My father, a man who has led by example all of his life, instills a pride among us that all Zalta's are related. A man who has taken the Zalta name and elevated it even further with his natural acts of Hesed, good deeds. As children and grandchildren, we walk with a pride and a sense of importance with the knowledge that the leader of our family is, and always will be, Sam Zalta, son of Leila and Moussa.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sunday, July 15, 2012
 
Just got our 3rd grade classroom assignment. Squeeky wheel worked
Thank you Mrs. R.

 

 

 

 

Saturday, June 23, 2012


Oh yeah uh huh

Schools is over. Closing Down. Reuben Gittelman Hebrew Day School is no more. They are forming a new school with the same people as the old one. REALLY. We are heading to public school. We met with the Principal and told her that Aliza was good in math.  She is a 98 student.  What I found out last week at her author's tea is that A is exceptional in writing. I'll have her post her work once if figure out how to adapt a PDF for this medium.
Camp is starting. Oh yeah uh huh. Swim Team is starting Oh yeah uh huh.. Dream Camp on July 7, Oh yeah uh huh. Looking to August = big ice skating month.
P just started a new job. CTO an a generic drug startup.
And...
A said to me today she had psychic powers. When she wants something she can make it happen. Funny thing is that I believe I have them too. When I really want something, I seem to make it happen. Oh yeah uh huh.
More on that later.
M
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Saturday, June 9, 2012
My 1st dream is to be in the ice skating Olympics.

My 2nd dream is to sing the national anthem in the Boulder's Field.

My 3rd dream is to make my own children's website.
 






Friday, June 8, 2012


Birthday Parties

I never, nor will I ever be, a fan of the birthday party. I sort of believe birthday parties are lame. Yet, so many people worship them.  Do parties fill a void in one's life? Now I understand a party for an accomplishment - like reading the parasha and making a big speech in front of 100's a people at the tender age of 12/13. But the blessed day you were born 47 years ago - I do not get.
  P has it right. My gift to you is that you don't have to me.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Monday, May 28, 2012
 
Today I went on a walk across the GW bridge with my mom. It was very noisy. I am scared  of heights. When I looked down I was scared. It was a really hot day and I was tired. We also went to the Intrepid museum. I don't want to be in the Navy. The beds look uncomfortable. Even worse than sleepaway camp.




Thursday, May 24, 2012 -

Cheesecake a la Kocot

Cream cheese, sour cream, yogurt, cottage cheese ... pretty much any white creamy substance that smells like sour milk,  is not on my food consumption list.  When I was a child, I couldn't even sit at a table with someone eating any of these foods. In fact, a cereal box separated me from the person eating the goo.

However, at 16 I became curious of the cheesecake. What was this love afair with cheesecake? And so many kinds, so many recipes. Italian style with ricotta, New York style from Juniors. One day I came home from school and opened the fridge. Nothing to eat except an Entemann's cheesecake. (In those days it was real Entemann's). I closed the door and went upstairs. Came back down and decided to try it. Not bad. So I had a piece and another and another.

After dinner mom pulled out the cheesecake for dessert. She said "Who ate the cheesecake?" I claimed "Don't look at me - I hate cheesecake". And so began my guilty pleasure.

Several years later I was working as an intern in Washington, DC. I played softball on the district of Columbia Law Clerks team. Teams with three-girl quotas are always looking for female players who can sort of play. And so I met Nancy Kocot. She brought cheesecake to a party.
It's over 30 years and I still have the recipe she gave to me. Since the Jewish holiday of Shavuot (a dairy holiday celebrating Moses accent to Mount Sinai to get the Ten Commandments) is coming this weekend, I thought I'd make Nancy's cheesecake recipe. I can barely read the recipe card anymore, I thought I should include it in my blog for A to have forever (or until the next tech thing happens).  Nancy, if you manage to read this. I just want to say thanks for the recipe and the memories.

Cheese Cake a la Kocot
3 well-beaten eggs
2 8oz packages of cream cheese, soften
1 cup sugar
1/4 t. salt
2 t. vanilla
1/2 t. vanilla extract (don't understand the difference between vanilla's just made it with 2 t. extract.)
3 c. sour cream (I only used 2 cups)

Combine eggs, cheese, sugar, salt, and extracts; beat until smooth. Blend in sour cream. pour into graham cracker crust in 9" spring form pan. Trim with crumbs. Bake at 375 degrees for 40 mins. or until set.
Cool well about 4-5 hours or overnight. Filling will be soft).

Graham Cracker Crust
Combine 1-3/4 c. fine graham cracker crumbs., 1/4 c. chopped walnuts, 1/2 t. cinnamon, 1/2 c. melted butter. Preserve 3T mixture. Press remainder on bottom and up the sides of a 9" springform pan.

 






Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Whose blog is it anyway?

A is in 2nd grade and has a blog at school. Since, I can't access the blog AND because most of my blog posts are about her anyway, we thought we should do a blog together.

It's May, and school is almost over. Her school is closing due to demographics - mediocrity - whatever. Next year we'll be going to Public School. This is a big step for me since I'm not a fan of organized anything.  I also have no experience with PS so I have no idea what to expect. There's a program at her school that sounds so perfect for her.  It's called MAC -Multi-Age Curriculum . The children work independently in groups. They teach each other. There's little homework, leaving more time for skating (synchro, free, dance, tests), piano, sport du jour  Apparently, there's no criteria to get into the program.  I'm told I need to demand it. The problem is that the teacher who teaches the MAC class is leaving. I don't know what to do. But one year in 3rd grade MAC won't do any damage to her. I'm sending emails and A is writing cards. We are even enlisting parents with children already in the program to lobby on my behalf. PATHETIC. And I'm not even sure this is something we want!

 


 

Monday, May 21, 2012


Art for Friends

Today I gave Brooke the cartoon of the lizard she asked me to do for her. I didn't give Sam his clam, banana,snail. Why he wanted a clam, banana, snail I'll never know.


 

What New Blog?

Decided to stay here. So much easier.

So I'm truly pissing everyone off.
First Paulo's not talking to me.
Last month the Team's pissed at me.
Today I was this close to losing my employment ( There are 2 employment ads on craigslist )
Friends are not talking to me.

When did this start? Over a year ago when Paulo stopped looking at me.

I'm not really sure what to do.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Pubic Policy

It happened again in Texas. Women again are to rule the world with Pubic Policy. Many years ago, while at Ogilvy, I was working on an Enron project called Public Policy.  left off the "L" in Public. So my presentation to Amanda Martin was pubic. She didn't want us to fix the powerpoint before presenting to Ken Rice, CEO of whatever division was trading (ECT?). She wanted to make sure he knew who the boss was. I miss the late 1990's
http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/university-texas-apologizes-pubic-affairs-commencement-typo-183616371.html

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Spring Fever Carnival

Yesterday the new school to be had a fundraising PTA carnival. Even though her arm cast came off this week, Cutie still should not sports until she has full motion in her left arm. She spent most of her time at the crafts tables. Softball parents were there. It was nice to see familiar faces. I bonded with the Photo booth mom. I called it the "Step and Repeat". She freaked - Finally someone who knows what that is! Met D with super smart son J. They are having a hard time getting someone to keep up with J's brains. Let Me Introduce You To My PhD physics Husband!

Note to self - Set up a meeting with the Principal. Really need Big Mac for Cutie.