• chocolate ice cream

    2 scoops of Häagen-Dazs happiness

    Back in the early 1990s, I used to buy ice cream from a Häagen-Dazs store in south Miami. The tiny shop was always an air-conditioned oasis from the miserable South Florida heat and humidity, and just walking through the doors would put a smile upon my face.

    Each Häagen-Dazs store offers different ice cream options — including flavors you can’t buy by the pint at the grocery store — and this one was no exception. My favorite flavor was chocolate chocolate chip mint, served in a bowl without adornments. The creamy bittersweet chocolate ice cream was filled with tiny shards of chocolate chips that were tinged with a refreshing hint of mint. I’d order a large, two-scoop cup topped with a lid, hide the container in my purse and then sneak it into the movie theater next door. Once the house lights dimmed, I’d surreptitiously pull out my treat and revel in every spoonful.

    I haven’t been back to Miami in several years. I don’t even know if that store is still there. Nor have I been able to find that flavor in any other Häagen-Dazs shop. But I still dream of that delicious ice cream, and I hope that one day I’ll get a chance to taste it again.

    (Photo by og-vision)

  • Books

    5 true confessions of a jaded mind

    When I was in high school, I worked the phone bank for the The MDA Show of Strength over a Labor Day weekend. On Tuesday morning, after my alarm went off, I hit the top of the clock and automatically replied, “Jerry Lewis Telethon. How may I help you?”

    On the rare occasions that I mix ‘Quik into a glass of milk, I always add an extra scoop. I won’t stir it in, though. I like to eat the gritty bit that doesn’t dissolve.

    If you see me in the grocery store, and I’m wearing headphones, it’s likely I’m running from zombies.

    My home is far more cluttered than I’d like it to be.

    Whenever I start a new novel, I read the first five chapters. Then, I flip to the end to see how many chapters are left. Don’t know why, but I must know this in order to keep reading.

  • pots and pans

    My latest cooking/baking adventures

    This week, I created the following dishes:

    * Pork chops, spicy couscous and corn
    * Balsamic steak with roasted carrots and potatoes
    * Pizza
    * Chicken tacos
    * Tortilla soup
    * Chicken tikka masala with basmati rice and naan
    * Pork chops with macaroni and cheese and broccoli

    Recipes are available upon request.

    (Photo by Damian Siwiaszczyk)

  • victorian home

    In which we prepare to buy a house

    For the past year or so, M and I have been saving up to buy a house. Neither of us has ever wanted to be a homeowner — we still don’t relish the thought — but considering our current pet situation and future goals, doing so makes sense.

    Ideally, our new house will be in good working order. It will have at least 3 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, hardwood floors, a decent backyard, a large kitchen and a fireplace. Those requirements are pretty much non-negotiable. Our “wants” list is pretty long, and it seems to be getting longer as time goes by.

    Since leaving New York City, we’ve learned that we like to have space to move around so a home larger than 2,000 sq.ft. would be preferred. Additional roominess suits our menagerie of pets as well. Despite the fact that something like half of all homes in New England use oil heating, we’d prefer to have another fuel warm our abode. We also want a place that’s well-sealed against the elements. A laundry room would be nice; a laundry room on the second floor would be even nicer. Speaking of which, we’d like a second floor.

    Then there’s the “don’t want” list. We don’t want a house that’s in a flood zone, nor do we want one with a pool or any sort of swing-set in the backyard. We don’t want to be too close to the neighbors, yet living in the boonies doesn’t appeal either. We’d prefer public water to private, central air to window units and tall ceilings over low ones (I like to buy really big Christmas trees). I’m willing to repaint the inside; I’m not willing to rewire the whole place because the wiring was put in before the Internet was invented.

    Needless to say, we’ve narrowed our search down to three states and two countries. Hopefully we’ll find a place to love (and one that lands in our price range).

    The very thought of applying for a mortgage makes me physically ill, though. Since we’re not independently wealthy, there’s simply no other option. At some point during the coming months, we’re planning to take one of those “first time homebuyers” workshops. Our hope is that doing so will not only demystify the whole buying experience, it’ll help us find additional financing and/or assistance with closing costs.

    In the meantime, I spend hours looking at real estate listings, some for houses we can afford and some for houses we can only afford if we won the lottery. I’m also eying my possessions in a new light. As the probability of moving looms, I find myself walking through the rooms of our current home and deciding which items I want to pack and which ones I want to donate. I expect the desire to rid myself of more “stuff” will soar once I begin the packing process.

    (Photo is a still from the film “Practical Magick.” I love the look of this house.)