What happened after the wedding? We went visiting with a little shopping and dining in Houston. Come with us to my old stomping ground in Clear Lake. (I never thought I’d call it that.) Warning: this is a long blog, so settle in with a cuppa first. There’s lots to tell.
Hello, again, Dear Readers:
Welcome to our three days of winter in the south. It’s COLD! And it will be for three days or so. Wrap your pipes, make sure you have everything you need in case the worst happens, and stay warm.
I’ve had some nice feedback on the blog post about Rafael and Carmen’s beautiful wedding. I greatly appreciate the comments, and glad everyone enjoyed it—especially Rafael and Carmen!
Raf was a little nervous about what I was planning to write. I mean, the only complaint is there was no complaint, am I right? I told him that it was not going to be a “hit piece.” That wasn’t my intention. Then I had to explain the term “hit piece” so Raf understood what I meant.
So let me tell you about the rest of our trip, finally.
Confession: Our Earlier Trip
In 2019, we took a one-day trip to Willis, TX, north of Conroe. We didn’t mention it because we weren’t able to visit anyone. It was a Saturday, and of course, traffic was typical for Houston any day of the week.
To keep this blog on point, I may describe it more in a separate blog post on its own. There were stops in The Woodlands, and a missed opportunity or two. But that quick trip influenced this five-day trip, including the planning.
So let’s go back to The Bayou City in The Lone Star State.
Friday, November 4, 2022
After a few hours’ drive and a couple of stops for fuel and coffee, we got to Beaumont and stopped in a Stuckey’s.
I’ll describe the snafu over lunch later, but one thing we did get was some delicious Tex-Mex in the Katy location of Chuy’s. First up, hot chips and salsa:
And an eyeful of the incredible colorful décor:
And this:
Because you don’t get this kind of décor in Louisiana. Seriously, nobody knows how to use color, and everything is so BROWN. Everything was a feast for the eyes, including this brown pattern:
This too would make a nice kitchen floor:
This is also incredible:
I wanted to take it all home with me, seriously. There was some lovely artwork around, although I don’t remember exactly where they were hanging in the restaurant:
Oh, what did we have? Me, a salad, BF, fajitas, which is a frequent order when we’re in anywhere Mexican.
Now to convince BF that just a little bit of this kind of color would go a long way in the Casa’s Cocina (kitchen) or anywhere in the house. I’m thinking of a nice backsplash.
Sunday, November 6, 2022
As I mentioned in the last blog post, we had breakfast the next day with one of the groomsmen from Austin. He and BF continued their conversation about the Texas Military before we said our goodbyes. The Katy Hampton Inn had wonderful amenities, and the staff was very helpful.
However, all we had time for was the free Wi-Fi and the wonderful breakfast spread downstairs:
It was available from early morning until about 10:00 am or 11:00 am with all kinds of tasty choices:
And delicious coffee and tea:
BF liked the idea of some freshly made hot waffles, but the seasonal Pumpkin Spice flavor didn’t appeal to him. As much as he enjoys cooking breakfast for us at home, he was happy that someone cooked breakfast for him this time. Well, except for his waffles, which he made himself in a minute at the breakfast bar.
Once we packed up everything, gathered up our luggage, and checked out of the lovely Katy Hampton Inn, it was time to hop back on the I-10/Katy Freeway and move on to Clear Lake, 50 miles away. On the trek down the Katy Freeway to the Gulf Freeway (I-45 South), BF began to understand why I booked the hotels as I did.
Heading South
Although we did get to see Neighbor E on this trip, it wasn’t on Sunday. I knew where our next hotel was, the Extended Stay on NASA 1. It is literally right across the street from NASA, where we planned to be tourists. (More on that later.) We were interested in lunch, and E suggested Rudy’s Real Texas BBQ in the area.
Well, it’s been seven years since I lived in Clear Lake, and so much has changed. This lovely place is in what used to be Pappadeux Seafood Kitchen, a “New Orleans-style” restaurant that was there until Hurricane Harvey took it out. Took a few harried calls with E, but he kindly and patiently told us how to get there. We were not disappointed.
It’s a friendly place with some really tasty barbecue.
Our Clear Lake hotel check-in wasn’t until later in the day, so we took our time at Rudy’s. After making another phone call, we headed towards Manvel, TX.
Visiting Aunt Ruth
Aunt Ruth lives in a little old-fashioned house with a big garage. She has a lovely outdoor garden area with lots of plants.
And a cute little kitty!
After reading and hearing about him for seven years, I finally got to introduce Aunt Ruth to BF in person when we visited her.
I haven’t seen her since leaving Boeing, I think, or maybe shortly thereafter. We’ve kept in touch, of course, but it’s just not the same thing.
During our visit, Aunt Ruth gave me a piece of her Hummingbird plant, which I put in a water bottle for the rest of the trip.
She said, “you can’t hurt it.” So far, so good, and it stayed in that water bottle for months. I put it in the kitchen window until I planted it in a paint bucket last fall.
After a nice visit, we made our way back to NASA Road 1, or NASA One as it’s now called, and checked into our room. It wasn’t like the Hampton Inn. There was a Hampton Inn down the road, and we could have booked it there, but BF didn’t care where we stayed. Wish I’d booked there, but, well, next time.
And I finally told her why I call her “Aunt Ruth.” Because she was always like the “aunt” in the office as was Aunt Kathy (who we also visited, keep reading.) So, they became “aunts” to me over time, along with one or two others at Boeing, even though we aren’t actually related. It’s nothing more than that.
Monday, November 7, 2022
We slept pretty well in the new hotel. We’d hoped to make a couple of other visits on Monday, but they weren’t available due to another commitment that week. Breakfast was, well, markedly different than our prior hotel:
There was oatmeal, muffins, coffee, hot chocolate, and tea. Not much else. There was a Starbucks right next door, so I headed there for some egg bites. BF was OK with a muffin, and I got him some hot chocolate packets, too.
This was the day after the Houston Astros won the 2022 World Series. Lots of people had the day off from work and school, but we didn’t realize that at the time. With no other plan, we headed to the Houston headquarters of Swedishness, IKEA. It was about an hour’s drive from Clear Lake, just like I remembered.
BF’s Inner Swede
I wanted to take BF on a trip to IKEA as a “fact-finding mission.” In other words, to see what was there, what kind of thing is available, get some ideas for later, and of course, pick up a few small house things for the Casa de Rurale. It wasn’t a busy day, plenty of parking, and there were about as many employees as customers. If you’ve ever been to an IKEA store, you know how big the place is, and why it wasn’t crowded on a Monday afternoon. The best time to go is on a weekday, middle of the day.
But first, we went straight upstairs for lunch in the café. We had our blue shopping bags with us, but still got the yellow bags and a cart. It was here that BF began his journey into getting in touch with his inner Swede:
That look is everything, isn’t it? And we were greeted by this nice man:
Saw all the wonderful things for lunch:
And the refrigerated case:
And desserts:
Ultimately, BF enjoyed some of IKEA’s famous Swedish meatballs:
While I went with the slightly safer salmon lunch and a salad:
And we might have accidentally picked up some chocolate desserts, too:
But we were on vacation, so that doesn’t count, right? Especially with all the walking we did that day.
The Zoo At the Casa De Rurale
The whole time, our hired pet sitter sent us pictures every day of our zoo animals, like this one:
Thankfully, the only thing that happened was that the power did go out on one occasion. She texted us and asked, and yes, it happens. The power was back on in an hour or two, and everything was fine.
Highlights From Our IKEA Shopping
One thing I wanted to look at was the china cabinets to house the stuff I’ve had since the 80s and 90s that’s packed and rarely been used. We didn’t buy one, but we could have, and we will later.
The one I wanted isn’t big enough, and the one that’s big enough doesn’t come in the color I wanted. (The ones I see locally in stores and on FB Marketplace are, shall we say, not to my style.) We’ll get it eventually, right?
I bought my own Tarno patio set about 2006 or 2007, and used it frequently on the back patio at El Dorado Trace:
Nice to know this is still around, and I still have my set, too. When I bought mine, it was $40 for the table and two chairs. No kidding. It’s in the living room, folded up. One day, when the patio is cleared off and it doesn’t look like an outdoor auto shop, we might be able to have breakfast or dinner out there when the weather’s good. I did buy a new set of cushions for it during our visit.
A few years later, I bought an extra chair one day when one of the original chairs lost a bolt. BF says he’ll fix that for us one day.
This had a sign nearby that the dresser you see had been painted–customized, I think it said–and did not come with the Texas design already painted on. But why not?
I did purchase these for the kitchen, although they are no longer available at IKEA. They are a wrapped pair of canvas wall hangings, and I just love them:
They were a pair for an inexpensive price. Like many things in IKEA, they’re there and gone, so you need to get it while you’re there or you’ll miss out. I only found one pair on eBay, and they are much more expensive, especially since the seller is outside the US.
There were room settings and displays like this throughout the huge store:
But there were some utility things I bought, too, like a few more of these small bowls and one of the medium-sized:
The smaller ones are great for storing little things in the fridge and for mis en place. Finally I have a few more.
I’ve had one of these small Koncis roasting pans for years, and finally, I have a second one:
We also found a small steel roasting rack for the barbecue so we can roast vegetables too.
I really, REALLY thought about getting yet another French press:
But I didn’t. Nor did I get one of these, much as I wanted it and knew I’d never use it:
With rows and racks of wonderful Swedish kitchen and home things, it’s easy to pick up lots of wonderful things on your way out:
Nevermind how much we spent.
More Lovely Things
My eyes just couldn’t get enough, as I did before when I could go to IKEA regularly.
This wouldn’t last long at the Casa de Rurale with two prowling cats and a huge, rambunctious dog:
Nor would this, lovely as it is:
This is actually a wall hanging, part of a set of five, I think. Much as I loved it, I passed, because I don’t think we’ll ever have a place for all that.
Still, I keep hoping that the neat, organized appearance of IKEA’s many rooms and room settings would inspire BF to become more of a neatnik. It hasn’t worked yet, but we keep trying.
The living room area could benefit from a credenza like this, maybe even two of them:
The dresser would look great anywhere:
Finally, BF embraces his inner Swedishness:
In all seriousness, it was indeed a long visit to this place, but he now understands why I think IKEA is a big deal. BF’s sister and her husband live in the vicinity of Atlanta’s IKEA and brought back many things for their father’s house, including furniture and supplies to do a modern renovation to the kitchen several years ago. Now, having visited and seen an IKEA store for himself, he gets it.
Guess what? I can go by myself one day, to either Houston or Memphis, no kidding. From the Casa de Rurale, I can drive five hours in either direction, right to IKEA, buy whatever I want, and drive back when I’m done. I can, but I just prefer not to go alone. It’s an all-day affair and involves driving ten hours if I don’t book a hotel. But knowing I can do that is great, even though it’s for another day. I’ve never been to the Memphis IKEA, but The E-Man has.
After 3.5 or more hours in the Houston IKEA, our purchases in tow, (just some small house things, no furniture) we walked out and back into the parking lot. Everything we bought fit in this bag, which they no longer sell.
Stashing our purchases under the back seat, we considered our next move.
Top Brass Military
After that long visit to IKEA, BF decided it was time for him to do some manly shopping. A quick Google search told him that we were just a few miles from a military surplus store, which is his ideal shopping trip. So off we went.
You can imagine how much of a 180-turn this was, but I didn’t mind. BF likes to remind me that he took me to see both Downton Abbey films in the theater, watched one or two other movies he wasn’t interested in, and took me to other places like:
- Sur la Table (in Baton Rouge, once)
- Trader Joe’s (multiple times to Baton Rouge, once in The Woodlands, TX)
- Whole Foods
- Joann Fabrics
- HEB
- Five Below
- The Container Store (in Clear Lake, we went there, too, keep reading)
As well as other places unrelated to automotive parts and services, hunting and fishing, military surplus, high-end restaurants, and Walmart. Therefore, I owed it to him to take him somewhere he wanted to go. After departing IKEA, I agreed to this condition. Somehow, he knew it was there. A little while later, we pulled into the parking lot at Top Brass Military on the I-45 North Freeway, soothing his yearning for some manly shopping.
It was a bit of a ride from I-10 to I-610 North then I-45 North to get there, but we made it safely. I had to drive, because, well, it’s still “my turf.” Not only was it a different kind of treat, but it was also most interesting from the moment I put the truck into “park.” Top Brass is a place that is, shall we say, eclectic.
It’s that kind of place.
The Parking Lot
This is what they have hanging around outside:
And this:
And this:
Inside was an eye-popping display of all kinds of wonderful things, like this:
And this:
And this:
Mind you, these wonderful wall hangings were a bit out of our range this time around. I know BF wants to go back and get at least one of them. For now, we settled for a cloth Texas flag, which hangs on my office door, and a cloth Gadsen flag, which is currently without a place. But we almost bought a couple of these, too:
We found some great Navy Seabee things, too, which made BF as happy as I was in IKEA.
But if we’re going to Top Brass again in the future, there will also be a trip to IKEA. No getting around that, I don’t care if we do go to Top Brass first. That will be the day we go in a U-Haul, or rent one of their lockable trailers.
The Container Store
After leaving Top Brass, we headed south to our hotel. Back in Clear Lake, I asked for a trip to The Container Store in Baybrook Mall for a few things we needed. Yes, we did.
Clear Lake never used to have one, and I ended up going to the one in town or The Woodlands. The Baybrook Mall location opened two months after I moved away. I keep asking them on social media to open a store in Baton Rouge; nothing yet. (The Sur la Table store in Baybrook closed during the pandemic, along with Baton Rouge and others.)
BF walked around a couple of other places while I visited CS and met me when he was finished. Next door to CS is REI, the outdoor store, and Duluth Trading is at the end of the building, so you know where he went. (I didn’t make it into Duluth Trading but have bought from them online.)
BF’s only experience with CS was seeing Jay Leno talk about it one day on TV. Leno’s routine went something like this:
“My wife took me to the Container Store the other day. Have you ever been to one of these places? They sell empty boxes. No kidding, they sell empty boxes. I saw one woman opening different boxes. I said to her, ‘Ma’am, I’m pretty sure that one’s empty too.’”
This is what BF had in mind when I told him I wanted to go. He had no exposure other than that routine and some things I ordered online three years ago for the house.
While BF was elsewhere, I looked and soaked in all the storage and organization solutions, picking up a few small things and sending him pictures of the storage solutions. But there was one item we needed and I’d planned to get from Amazon: a container for spaghetti with a built-in portion measure. I asked for it, and they showed it to me.
Really, it was a “shut up and take my money” moment. BF had a huge round container in the pantry since long before I got here. It took up way too much room, was not airtight, and he cooked too much spaghetti at once, usually the whole box. Then he wondered why he was out of spaghetti again. THIS fixed that problem.
It’s easy to measure and make one, two, or three servings, you see what you have, and the top gives you exactly what you need.
This one also holds a few boxes of spaghetti neatly with a small footprint in the pantry. Immediately, I washed it, let it air dry completely, and filled it with his spaghetti. Now, BF cooks just enough for one serving, or two if he’s making some for lunch the next day.
Of course, my honey did not initially see this as a necessary purchase. But since I brought it home and deployed it, he understands why I bought one and agrees that it’s a good thing.
I also got this Angry Mama microwave steam cleaner (which CS no longer carries.)
And, honestly, it works great. I thought I picked up the one with red hair, but got the blonde model by mistake.
Lucky me, the cashier in CS was a very nice lady, and after talking about my accounts (I had two), it turned out that I had a $10 coupon available to use. Nice! When you’re signed up for their loyalty program, both online and in-store purchases are recorded in one place.
Back to the Hotel
Once we made it to base camp, I contacted Aunt Kathy, and we arranged to meet up for dinner at. . .Denny’s. No kidding, Denny’s on Bay Area Boulevard, near the Boeing building. I thought of Denny’s because it was close, and we could probably hang out there for a while and nobody would care. I was right, they didn’t care, and we had plenty of time to catch up. There were only a few folks out that night, and the place closed at midnight, so we stayed and chatted for quite a while.
I haven’t seen Aunt Kathy in many moons, and I was so glad to see her. And, Aunt Kathy also got to finally meet BF, who was his usual jovial self. We talked about everything, just like we did before. Very glad we got to meet up, even if it was Denny’s. Never discount places like Denny’s, you know?
Before we returned to the hotel, we ducked into Kroger on El Dorado, a couple of miles from Denny’s to grab some frozen breakfast for the next morning. Oatmeal packets weren’t going to cut it this time.
Incidentally, I still have an active Kroger account, and I can order goods to be shipped here. There is even a record of that grocery trip on their website, including everything we bought that night.
Tuesday, November 8, 2022
We decided to go across the street and be NASA tourists. I’ve been to Space Center Houston a couple of times myself, but BF hasn’t had the opportunity.
We were ready! It was right across the street from our hotel, too.
Well, it will have to be next time. There was a power outage in the area, which included NASA and our hotel. So, we had to pass up being space tourists. But we took a few pictures:
It was warm that November day.
We had already arranged to meet with Neighbor E later in the day, so we had some time on our hands. Lost for ideas, I took BF to my favorite Half Price Books store off NASA Road 1.
Oh, the hours I’ve spent in that store, and in its previous location on Egret Bay Boulevard, where they had a resident cat. We prowled through the shelves of books, DVDs, and music, picking up a few things to take home. That included one of their branded reusable shopping bags.
Since moving here, I’ve bought some books from the website, including recently. But it was great to be there in person and spend a little time looking for new and interesting things. Not much has changed except the people and the stock.
We also stopped in the shiny new HEB located on Eastfield near I-45 in Webster, just a couple of miles from El Dorado Trace. We made two trips here during our stay.
Darn it! I always wished they would put one closer to us in the twelve years I lived there. When I moved there in 2004, that tract of land was grass. Now it has high-end apartments, a Costco, lots more stores, and of course, this new HEB, along with a large increase in traffic. I wanted to see the place and do some shopping for the Casa de Rurale.
This store is smaller than the one up the road on Clear Lake City Boulevard, but just as fantastic. Oh, the lovely things they had this day:
More cakes:
And one for the Astros:
All manner of tasty things:
TAMALES!
All the coffee and tea you could ever want:
Have you ever seen a six-pound round of queso fresco?
The most I can get here is a three-pound round if you’re lucky.
You have no idea how close I came to buying $36 worth of cheese in one piece. And I’m sure Aunt Kathy is laughing at me as she’s reading this.
We have new baskets at Winn-Dixie but they’re definitely not like this:
I know, I know. . .it’s getting better here, slowly. But I really would do a grocery run at least to Orange or Beaumont to shop at HEB more often.
Texas Decor
HEB also has wonderful Texas décor:
It’s made by a company called Timber Image, and I now follow them on Instagram.
I can’t tell you how much I wanted to load it ALL up in the truck, along with these lovely things:
I’m not sure who makes the rest of these, but I would definitely make room for them:
Because Texas. Of course, I couldn’t leave without this very fashionable item:
To wear every Christmas until either it falls apart or I’m gone. (Yes, I wore it this past Christmas, too.) The picture doesn’t show the true color, it’s a bit off. In front of you, the color is absolutely beautiful.
Of course, being in an Extended Stay, we also had a small but complete kitchen. We bought some of HEB’s ready-to-heat meals, including breakfast. This way we could have meals at the hotel instead of heading out to Starbucks or somewhere. It was perfect. Hampton Inn also has a fridge and microwave, but not a full kitchen like Extended Stay.
Lunch with Neighbor E
We finally got to visit Neighbor E today after seven years of being away. Since (reluctantly) moving here in 2016, E and I have talked on the phone, even had a Zoom call once, emailed, texted, and messaged on Instagram. We can do that anytime and do that too. But after seven years, BF and I were very glad to visit with him in person.
When I called him, Neighbor E suggested meeting at La Madeleine, which, thankfully, is still in the same place on Bay Area Boulevard, right off I-45.
BF has never been to La Madeleine, but he acclimated just fine. But the best part was getting to hang out with Neighbor E for a little while.
We had lots to talk about. Didn’t get pictures of what the guys had, but I had this wonderful cool salad:
E’s retired now, sort of, and he goes out to different Houston eateries with his sister D. I’m thinking about a blog post on their travels.
I hugged him before we left, hoping we’ll get to see each other again one day.
Before heading back to the hotel, I took BF on a short tour of a few places in my old stomping ground, like the Freeman Library I loved to visit:
And a quick trip by the Boeing building, which I’m told is quite less populated than it was when we worked there:
We also stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts on Bay Area Boulevard, where used to enjoy visiting for free and discounted iced coffee after they opened. I even rode there on my bike occasionally, putting the cup in the attached cupholder. But as E said, they aren’t a great place to visit anymore. The kid at the counter said they didn’t do decaf iced coffee. Even the ones here make it, but. . .I guess he was busy with something else. We left and never returned. I’ll stick with the one in Covington, if I ever go down there again.
I was disappointed to discover that Café Express was gone from Clear Lake, and only the in-town locations remain. They had curbside delivery back when I worked at Boeing. I’d occasionally order online and pick up on my way home when I was just too tired. You just ordered on the website, paid for it online, drove there, called them from your car, and they brought it out to you. They had the best sweet potato fries and a Ceasar salad that was just awesome with grilled shrimp.
Starbucks on El Dorado and Gatebrook
Then there was another Starbucks visit, this time in my old neighborhood. It’s fairly new, and opened in the last year or so I was there.
Long before I moved here, I wanted to get the Houston version of Starbucks’s “YOU ARE HERE” cups. A stop at the Starbucks on El Dorado at Gatebrook, a couple blocks from El Dorado Trace, took care of that wish.
They only had the “Texas” mugs on display, and the nice barista dug into the cabinet to find a “Houston” mug for me. Greatly appreciated, and I got exactly what I wanted. That location was great for the occasion that I wanted to get out of the condo but not really go anywhere. Free refills on coffee, and I could camp out at a table all afternoon.
I’ve used the cup only once but kept it in the box out of reach for safekeeping. Many thanks to the nice barista who went and found it for me.
Wednesday, November 9, 2022
BF and I began packing everything up Tuesday night, leaving out just what we needed for the next day. Before heading back to the hotel that night, we got some dinner and frozen breakfasts from HEB. We made our plans, and after breakfast and checking out, stopped to see my friends Dave and Holly, about three miles from the hotel. I sent Dave a picture of us and told him we would see him in the morning. This was unplanned but necessary.
Tuesday night I got a message on Facebook Messenger from Dave. He liked to occasionally send me messages just to say Hi. I met him in about 2008 or 2009, and then after he married the very nice Holly, I visited them occasionally. Dave had cancer a couple of times, and this time, it wasn’t letting go. He had been ill for a while, and made repeated trips to MD Anderson Cancer Center.
Somehow, I’d forgotten to get in touch with Dave and Holly beforehand to see when we could visit. Well, he must have known to text me, and I’m forever glad he did.
So, I told BF Tuesday evening that before leaving Houston, we had to go see Dave. “Dave who?” I explained briefly, and that he would understand when we got there. Their house was on the way, and we would see them before heading to HEB, Buc-ee’s, and eastward on I-10.
Visiting Dave & Holly
After texting Dave that we were en route, we rang the doorbell and he answered. BF understood immediately. He had an oxygen tube, which I knew about. We were also greeted by their three Dachshunds (aka “wiener dogs”) and they took over BF’s lap. We stayed a couple of hours with Dave and Holly, who gave us some old dog toys for Broccoli Stirfry to destroy. (He did, one at a time, we didn’t give them to him all at once.)
Dave didn’t get many visitors anymore, and he couldn’t go anywhere. Except the hospital of course. In December he went back to the hospital for a couple of weeks and was released right before Christmas.
On our way out, we chatted with Holly on the front porch for a few minutes, then saddled up for the trip home. Holly thanked us for stopping by to see him and said Dave was glad to see both of us. I wanted to bring something to everyone, but I didn’t know what. Especially for Dave. What’s he going to do with a package of jambalaya mix?
On January 6th Dave posted on Facebook that he would be going into hospice. Three days later, Dave passed away on January 9th. Holly posted the announcement on Facebook. It’s been a year since Dave passed.
I’m really glad we made that visit.
Leaving Houston: The HEB Stop
The main purpose of stopping at the new HEB near El Dorado on the way out was to get some pantry staples and two delicious dinners for when we got home. That is, some of their wonderful chef-prepared Meal Simple dishes to heat and eat after driving for 6 hours.
Both were equally good, and there were no complaints. Besides, it’s less or equal to what we would have spent in a restaurant, and we could eat at home in less than half an hour. We don’t get this kind of thing in rural Louisiana, that’s for sure.
Because we like tamales, I also picked up a package of their Mi Tienda brand beef tamales, which we enjoyed later.
There are a couple of cold bags in the truck to keep things like that from spoiling, and they worked perfectly for the trip.
But being in HEB, I could not resist walking around and looking at everything–again. It’s a much smaller store than the big Clear Lake Marketplace. We had some delicious samplings, talked to the in-store sommelier (no Red Truck Wine anywhere), and bought mostly dry goods. I finally got more decaf espresso to make cappuccino, too. (It’s in the freezer.)
We talked to so many nice people in HEB and saw all kinds of lovely things. Many of those were also available on my recent trip to Orange in August. But I couldn’t take the whole store home, just enough to get us to the next visit.
Buc-ee’s on the BEAST
That’s the Baytown East Freeway if you’re not familiar with the area. It’s also known as I-10 east towards Beaumont. Houston’s freeways all have alternate names, and you must know them to get around the city. If you ask directions, someone’s going to mention the Katy Freeway, (I-10) the North Freeway, or the Gulf Freeway. (I-45 north and south, respectively.) Don’t forget the Sam Houston Tollway, aka Beltway 8, one of three concentric circles around the city.
Of course, no trip to Texas would be complete without a stop at the world’s most expensive rest stop: Buc-ee’s.
“If you know, you know,” or as they say on social media, #IYKYK. It’s right there on I-10 in Baytown, and there was no way I would pass it up, anyway. Well, we needed petrol anyway, and, well, maybe one or two other things, too, plus some lunch, and I needed coffee for the drive.
These are not available here, but their Super Coffee product is. I haven’t pursued finding any since we returned. It is made in Austin, is keto, and contains MCT oil. It was great, but I couldn’t get any to take home. Next time.
If you’ve never been in Buc-ee’s, well, it’s big:
We needed some food for the road, and there was plenty:
Yeah, well, we actually did have real food before we started looking at this stuff, honest. We got some delicious Texas brisket.
There was more Texas décor:
If you want to learn more about the FM Roads in Texas, a/k/a the “Farm To Market” secondary highway system, there is a short explanation on Galveston County’s website.
Many incredible paintings:
All kinds of Texas things that you know you need:
Souvenirs from El Arroyo, Austin’s last queso stop before a bunch of yoga studios:
I see their funny signs posted on Instagram, and was thrilled to get a coffee cup and fridge magnets:
I’m still regretting not buying one of these blankets:
I’m sure there will be another time and another trip, right? Or we can just make a day trip to Baytown to shop at Buc-ee’s. Because there’s nothing like it, anywhere. Again, IYKYK.
Heading Home: Back to the Casa
Leaving Buc-ee’s, I said goodbye to my home of 18 years. It’s now home to so many others that I hope appreciate Texas as I do. We had an uneventful trip after that and stopped a couple of times for petrol. The rest stop on the Louisiana side of the Sabine River had some coffee for me and Coke for BF and included warnings about alligators. That’s OK, I stayed inside the building.
We pulled into the Casa de Rurale driveway at about 7:00 pm, and it was much chillier at home than Houston was that morning. I didn’t mind that part after a few days of summer heat in November. The dogs were happy to see us, and the cats were, as always, indifferent. The pet sitter left the key on the table by the door, and we gave her a good rating. We picked up several days of mail and looked around at the damage from Broccoli Stirfry, which was considerable. Other than that, everything was just fine.
I called my “aunties” and let them know we were home safely back at the Casa de Rurale, and texted Neighbor E as well. BF’s brother stopped by a little later, and they had a chat about everything. He looked in on the dogs in the evening, let them out and kept watch while we were gone, in addition to the sitter we hired. They talk and text all the time. But after we got everything out of the truck, well, then it was time for unpacking, laundry and cooking our delicious HEB dinners. I let them have their conversation while I took the laundry to the back room. That was when I took the fringe off my designer cocktail dress, set it aside, and tossed the dress into the wash.
The next day BF went back to work with plenty of stories to tell. I posted on Facebook the next day that we’d gone and that we made it home.
Downsides
A few things kind of went sideways, none of which had anything to do with Rafael and Carmen’s wedding. The weather was beautiful and cool for the wedding. But being Houston, it warmed up the next day, and I was a bit overheated. Especially in IKEA, where they didn’t seem to have the A/C running. I was in long pants and sleeves, but took some summer things too, thank heavens. I drank plenty of water, that’s for sure.
The intent to visit a few other folks didn’t happen, and we couldn’t visit everyone. Two intended visits had other engagements and were unavailable. Another is one of BF’s Navy buddies from his Iraq tours. For years, he’s told me that this man lives in Katy. So, we made plans to have lunch with him at a local restaurant on the first day. Unfortunately, over the roar of an engine at 75 mph on I-10 West, I didn’t hear the man say he lived in Baytown, which we could have made easily. BF didn’t speak up, either, until we got to Katy and landed at the restaurant there. Next time, we get an address beforehand.
We Still Had A Great Time
Our hired pet sitter kindly sent us pictures like this:
It was overall a good trip, and I’m so glad we finally went. Thanks to everyone who agreed to meet up with us, and apologies to the ones we didn’t get to visit. We’re hoping for another Houston trip one day and to meet with folks we didn’t get to see the last time. Maybe we’ll even make a stop at Central Market. And if all goes well, we will visit Rafael and Carmen, too.
Still, there’s more to come on the blog, with a few posts in the draft folder now. Here’s to more informative food topics in the new year that shape our world and keep us fed.
Happy New Year!
It’s the beautiful wedding of Rafael and Carmen Cruz Rodriguez in a rustic, peaceful setting in Magnolia, Texas, just north of Katy. Finally, the blog you’ve been waiting for. Me too. TL:DR: Everything was just lovely, and of course, the food was delicious. Take a ride with us to The Springs of Magnolia.
Hi Again, Dear Readers:
So, I’ve been procrastinating for over a year with these blog posts and it’s time to just get it done. I know, there have been been a couple of other occasions where I put it off before. But seeing as the married couple just celebrated their first wedding anniversary, well, here it is.
Going to the Chapel of Love
Rafael And Carmen Had a beautiful wedding on Saturday, November 5th, 2022 at a place called the Springs in Magnolia. A year before, Raf texted me the date and they later sent out a “save the date” card to their guests.
The pictures are perfect. But one thing it does not show is that Carmen is at least a foot and a half shorter than Rafael! That’s OK. If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t see it in the engagement pictures. But it’s obvious in the wedding pictures, as you’ll see.
Later on, the wedding invitation arrived.
Rafael and Carmen did the design work themselves. Nice work, well done. The design was in full view throughout the reception.
Travel Arrangements to Houston
And then BF and I made our plans to attend. We found a suitable pet sitter on Rover.com. She was a nice young lady who took care of our two dogs and two cats for the duration of our trip. Once we arranged that, I made our hotel reservations.
Rafael suggested staying in Katy because it was the easiest and best way to get to the wedding. I used Booking.com, and it was easy. For the wedding, I booked us into the Katy Hampton Inn, right off I-10. For after the wedding, I booked the Extended Stay Suites on Nasa Road 1 for the second half of the trip. It made no sense to stay 50 miles away in Katy when we were going to spend time in Clear Lake visiting people there. BF didn’t understand this until we started driving around Houston.
When I asked BF about his preference for hotel chains, he just said that since he’d stayed in foxholes with a bunch of guys, it didn’t matter to him. So, I booked our hotels based on location. I just wish that I had done a tad more research into hotels before we went. Next time we will stick with Hampton Inn. But eventually, everything was fine.
A few things went wrong for us. But we made it to the wedding on time and saw Raf and Carmen get married. We enjoyed everything, talked with some great people, and made it home safely. And of course, the food was delicious and beautiful, too.
Friday, November 4th, 2022
Finally, The day came when we drove from the Casa de Rurale to Katy, TX. We began our packing a day or two before leaving. Every day, our pet sitter kindly sent us pictures of the Casa de Rurale Zoo residents.
The day before we left, BF went to someone’s house to install a motor by himself. It had to be done, he said. But it was a bit more difficult than he expected. He hurt his hip somehow and was in pain for a couple of days, walking around carefully. He talked about dancing at the wedding, but thank heavens, he didn’t. I would later find out that he was blathering to make me worry a little. He was successful.
We left home mid-morning and made it to Katy in the early afternoon. The hotel was a little hard to find because I’m not as familiar with Katy as I am with Clear Lake. But after a lovely Mexican lunch, we found it and checked into our hotel room.
Early Voting in Texas
What I didn’t know from looking at Booking.com was that The Katy Hampton Inn was also used as an early voting station. That’s right, it was around the time of the 2022 election, and the hotel lobby was used for early voting. In Clear Lake, that early voting area is the Freeman Library on Diana Lane where I’ve early voted many times. But there was no way to know that the hotel was an early voting station when I booked.
We discovered this when we saw long lines of people trailing out of the lobby door. I went inside to check us in and get our hotel room, while BF began removing our luggage from the truck. Ever the smart alek, BF handed me some of my luggage, and carried the rest, loudly announcing to everyone in the parking lot:
“Hello, My name is James and I’m Amy’s pack mule.”
Yes, he actually said that, out loud, where everyone could hear him. There must have been 200 people standing out there, waiting to vote. He got a few laughs and a few funny looks, but not everyone in line was a Texan, either.
Tex-Mex
One of the things we did was to get a big lunch and takeout boxes so we could eat later. After driving 300-plus miles, we didn’t want to go out again, and the second half was enough for a good dinner. Besides, it was real Mexican food in big Texas style, and worth savoring. (More on that one in the next blog.)
BF’s brother also checked in with the animals in the evening, letting them out again on his way home.
After texting Raphael and letting him know we’d arrived, and BF talking to his brother, we could finally relax in our hotel room. It was lovely and very comfortable, and we looked forward to breakfast downstairs the next morning.
Saturday, November 5th, 2022
Breakfast was great. We had plenty of options and I had some delicious coffee. Because we did need a few small things, we headed to the Katy Target store a few miles up the road on I-10 first thing in the morning. BF wanted a new tie, that sort of thing. Once we got everything, we returned to the hotel to get dressed for the wedding.
Just to let him know what we were doing, I texted Raphael a few times that morning. Additionally, we had the venue and address loaded into the phone so we could find our way without any trouble. We didn’t realize what a long drive it was, and of course, BF was unfamiliar with the terrain.
Rafael told us to leave early since the wedding was scheduled for 3:00. He suggested we leave about 1:30 or so from the hotel. I’m glad we took that advice because we missed the onramp to the Grand Parkway twice. We were not prepared for driving laps on the Katy Freeway. Finally, we got onto the Grand Parkway and headed North.
The Drive
At some point, you get off the Grand Parkway and get onto a road that takes you to The Springs in Magnolia. That road gets smaller and smaller and more rural. It was almost like driving around our little rural area. Then we saw the sign.
And then the sign that told us we were at the correct hall:
As I mentioned in my last blog, The Springs of Magnolia is a beautiful rural spot ideal with two reception halls for such an event. Take a look:
And this:
This was the chapel-like altar setup behind the hall:
Another shot of the wedding area:
After parking, they directed all the guests around the back of the Stonebridge venue. We sat down, and took a selfie:
Then I texted our selfie to Rafael to let him know we were there. I also managed a great picture of BF:
Because you don’t see him in a suit every day. I have this one framed on my desk, and why not? BF exudes “FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder” vibes here, too.
My Designer Dress
Because I sew—and I can’t help myself—I had to have a new dress. BF has a few suits, and he just picked one from the closet. But no, I needed a new dress and something stylish. After changing my mind about 187 times (vintage or modern?), I decided on Vogue 1776, a Badgley Mischka cocktail dress from a holiday season or two ago:
I showed it to Rafael, and his first question was, “You’re going to wear white to a wedding?” I forgot to tell him I was making it Navy blue before I showed him the pattern.
And you know I had to have that FRINGE! A quick trip to Etsy and I got some that arrived a week later. I stitched it to the drape and removed it when we got home to wash the dress. The intent was to have snaps to hold the fringe onto the drape, then remove the fringe for washing and storage. But I didn’t get that done on time. (I did the snaps a few weeks ago, as I’ll explain in an upcoming blog post.) It’s fully lined, too.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a good picture of me wearing the dress. . .so, it’s Navy blue, and yes, it does have the long fringe hanging off the drape. And I can’t say it looks just like that on me. Plus, I won’t bore you about how it swings when you walk or how it gets in the way when you’re seated.
The Wedding
Although everybody arrived and was seated on time, the wedding started just after 3:00 pm, maybe 15 minutes or so. But once it did, everything went smoothly. A few of Rafael’s groomsmen were members of the Texas State Guard. They were dressed in uniform for the wedding.
Then came the bridesmaids, one at a time.
Isn’t that an interesting color?
There were four ladies:
I say “interesting” because bridesmaids’ dresses are usually pastel colors, like pink or blue, or darker colors like red, blue, purple, etc. Not here. These ladies were all were drop-dead gorgeous:
They used this gorgeous and dramatic fall color for the bridesmaids’ dresses and throughout the entire wedding. The flowers all matched, from the bouquet to the cake and table flowers.
Here Comes the Bride!
And then it was Carmen’s turn to walk in her very intricate gown.
Just a few days before the wedding, Carmen’s abuela (grandmother) in Puerto Rico passed away suddenly, and her father had to go back to Puerto Rico to tend to her final arrangements. So, it was up to Carmen’s son to walk her up the aisle. He handled the job perfectly.
We were in aisle seats, so I got some great pictures, even if the official photographer’s equipment was in some of the shots.
Married
The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch—well, none that we noticed. Once the minister pronounced them married, they walked back down the aisle together. Now husband and wife:
Raphael was impressed at some of the pictures I showed him, so he asked me for copies. Since they’re uploaded into Shutterfly, I just shared a link to the online album with him. He could easily see and download the entire collection. I think he even used one or two of my shots in his social media.
Then, they posed for a bunch of pictures, naturally! When the pictures were all finished, they went in first. I took this one, which I thought was pretty good:
And they both released this one from their official wedding photographer on their social media accounts.
Then it was time to socialize and have a reception for these two.
Pre-Reception Appetizers
We were led onto the back veranda until they opened the hall an hour later. The workers wouldn’t let us into the hall just yet, so there were appetizers outside in the beautiful cool sunset:
I didn’t mind. . .except that the sole split from my right shoe as we were walking up the stairs, and my um. . .Spanx was showing a little from the bottom of my dress. Well, it wasn’t our wedding, right? Someone was kind enough to discreetly tell me, but the staff wouldn’t let me inside to fix the Spanx.
BF very kindly went out to the truck to get my other shoes. I wore a pair of Navy Crocs flats with a fancy Badgley Mischka cocktail dress, including the long fringe on the drape. The other option was black duct tape around my shoe. Oh, that’s classic, right? (Classic dork!) I later wished I’d gone with the duct tape, but I’ll explain why later. (I have since found some shoe glue on Amazon, which I’ll add to my next order.)
We met many great people, all friends and family of the now-Mr. & Mrs. Rodriguez, while enjoying some delicious nibbles:
Ceviche And Empanadas
The servers were passing these cups of ceviche, the South American fish dish that is “cooked” with lime juice.
This picture of the ceviche came out pretty good, yes? It was delicious, and it included a dollop of guacamole. I also plated it to show the details:
Naturally, BF wouldn’t touch the ceviche–too exotic, even if he does like shrimp. He doesn’t know what it is or what to do with it, and lime is involved so that’s a no. That’s just more for me! But he enjoyed the charcuterie nibbles. Servers also passed around these delicious Puerto Rican empanadas, but I only had a beef one.
BF had one or two, and he enjoyed them. I kept saying “gracias” each time I was near a server because everything was so tasty.
Yes, I’m afraid “gluten-free” went out the window this time. But like everything we had, it was delicious. I can’t tell you what “Puerto Rican style” meant, but I may ask Rafael one day. When we worked together, I used to tell Raf that if ever I had a Hispanic boyfriend, his mother would be on the hook for Spanish cooking lessons.
Inside The Hall
The staff were putting the finishing touches on everything, I suppose, and getting ready for the delicious dinner meal. We sat with some nice people and had some great conversations. After about an hour of hanging out on the back veranda in the beautiful weather, they directed us to the front door. We were greeted by an enlargement of one of the engagement pictures:
Seating arrangements were posted, and we found our way to our table.
We signed the little hearts:
And I think there was a book, too.
The tables and arrangements were perfectly arranged, and included the rust color from the dresses and flowers we saw earlier:
Let’s put it this way: nothing was left to chance, and every detail was taken care of to the letter, in the same fashion as Southern Oaks Plantation does.
Cocktails, The Dinner Menu, Including Dessert
I knew about the dessert menu in advance, because Raf showed it to me. But the dinner menu was a bit of a surprise:
New York Strip Steaks? Yes, thank you! And the addition of chimichurri sauce was nice, too.
I also tried the Pollo Tropical, aka “Tropical Chicken.” BF also had the steak because Pollo Tropical was too exotic for him. Besides, there were cute little desserts to sample after dinner.
Longtime readers may remember the day I made my chimichurri sauce after being gifted an oregano plant. Chimichurri normally includes vinegar, so I suggested to BF that he pass on it, which he did. But guess what? It was very delicious and garlicky but with no detectable vinegar taste. They must have omitted the vinegar. I offered to let BF try some, but he declined. He did enjoy the steak and everything else on the menu.
Yes, there was a wedding cake, keep reading. But we also checked out the mini desserts.
Because, why not?
I don’t have a picture of it, unfortunately, (or I can’t find it) but there were also his-and-her specialty cocktails at the bar. The “her” cocktail was a Mango Margarita, and I had to have one. BF was driving, and he doesn’t drink, ever, so me drinking one wasn’t a big deal. (There was also champagne somewhere in there, and I only had one.) Although it was quite a strong cocktail, I didn’t feel it, probably because of the nibbles and dinner. Even if I had become a bit tiddly, we had our phones and Google Maps to get us back to the hotel, and he would be driving anyway.
The Cake!
Of course, because there was a wedding, there was also a beautiful wedding cake.
Lots of lovely details. The flowers and pearl detail are just exquisite:
Oops! That’s one detail nobody asked for:
It was a big cake and needed careful handling, so a fingerprint shouldn’t be a surprise, really. Everyone handling or serving food wore gloves. We each had a slice of this delicious vanilla cake with a rich vanilla frosting. Two thumbs up here.
Other Reception Activities
We found our table and were seated with another couple who have known Rafael for many years. During the reception, we met many different people from all over Texas (I think we were the only ones from this side of the Sabine), and for me, it felt like “home.” I’m used to being around lots of different kinds of people, especially after working in the Houston Medical Center, Rice University, Compaq, and Boeing for eight years. (I was the only Boeing alumni who attended, although others were invited.) BF spoke with lots of new people that night and throughout the trip.
Remember when I said everything was perfectly matched? I wasn’t kidding. Even the napkins on the tables were that beautiful rust color.
0
The table settings were just gorgeous, especially with the rust color infusion:
Our table was sort of in the middle of the hall. We were right by the stairwell when the happy couple came down the stairs to join the reception from upstairs.
The back of Carmen’s dress was also quite intricate:
I suppose they were taking more pictures up there, but I didn’t ask. And these two were just so happy.
Wedding Pictures of Rafael and Carmen
Of course, the photographers kept Rafael and Carmen busy posing for pictures the whole time. When it’s your wedding, that’s what you do.
They were the only dancers:
I’ll wager a guess that their picture of them with the fog machine looks better than mine:
Family pictures were also nice:
I don’t have any pictures of Carmen tossing her bouquet. If I remember correctly, I stood with the rest of the women for the catch. Normally, I stay far away from that activity. Well, I didn’t, but I wasn’t looking to catch it anyway. Maybe they decided who would catch it, and that’s OK, too.
I managed to get a quick selfie with Rafael:
Didn’t get to talk to him for very long. Then again, nobody else did, either. And guess who forgot to say Hi to Rafael’s parents? I know, DUH. But it was a busy night for them, too.
Reception Amenities
Everyone received one of these cute little favors, best described as a coaster, or maybe a Christmas tree ornament if you leave it in the little bag:
Either way, it’s a pretty reminder, and BF and I both brought one home. They’re nice keepsakes for some great memories. We’ll enjoy them for many years to come, along with the next souvenir.
The Sketch Artists
We noticed people were gathered around two sides of the hall, one in the front, and one in the back. After dinner, we investigated. It seems that the happy couple brought in a pair of sketch artists to make drawings for attendees.
Wasn’t that nice?
I think they did Rafael and Carmen’s first, then sketched others as they approached the tables. We really didn’t know about this ahead of time. Both ladies worked hard to get everyone’s beautiful sketches done. We waited until they got less busy so they could catch up a little, and this is what she gave us:
Ours was also nice, and I did see Doctor Who and his Companion vibes here. Maybe that’s just me.
Of course, the sketch captured my dorky flats with a designer cocktail dress. Now you see why I wish I’d gone with the black duct tape instead. It’s not a big deal, but again, it was their wedding. Later, I framed this little sketch, and it’s hanging where we see it every day.
Photo Booth With Video
I don’t know how to describe the second amenity on the other side of the hall. It’s a photo-booth thing where you can take still pictures and make a 30-second music video in front of a 360-degree circulating camera. We went with the pictures, but not the videos, and this is what came out:
I know, I look awful here. The dress was too big because I didn’t get to fit it correctly before we left. Bright lights, no filters, and other reasons, but lots of photogenic props for posing. BF had to lean on me a little because he was still hurting from Thursday’s motor installation. This was my one chance to wear a tiara, so I did. BF just had fun with the “wedding crashers” sign, the prop gun, and looking “gangsta.”
If you’re reading this and laughing about it now, you should be. I may try to use some photo editing apps to make a nicely framed headshot of us from one of the pictures.
We could have walked to the next “attraction” with the tiara and pea shooter in the middle of the stage and made a 30-second dance video with flashing lights and the camera racing around 360 degrees. Honestly, we had to ask about what the heck it was so we could decline! It’s hard to describe, and I don’t even know where to find something online to show it to you. Everyone was having fun making their videos, and BF was still in pain, so we just watched.
Eventually, I want to add all our pictures into a few of those little books from Shutterfly.
The Texas Military Delegation
I’ve told BF before that Texas has its own military, to which he would respond, “Oh, you mean the National Guard.” You see, he was in the Louisiana National Guard for a long time with a couple of active duty stints overseas. As a veteran, BF knows all about that sort of thing.
Except in Texas.
Louisiana has a National Guard delegation, but not a formal “state militia” as Texas does. That’s because Texas was an independent country before it became a state. BF didn’t understand, and I don’t know enough about it to give him a proper explanation.
Rafael joined the Texas Army several years ago and continues to do technology-related work for them. During the reception, we approached a couple of these Texas Military members, introduced ourselves, and asked them to explain it to BF. They were happy to talk about it, and BF learned some interesting things he didn’t know. Military guys are in their zone when they start talking about their service tenures! I was glad to see him chatting with these fellow veterans, and he learned a lot he didn’t know before.
Enlightenment
On the return drive to the Katy Hampton Inn, BF called his brother. The first words out of his mouth: “Did you know that Texas has its own Army?” I just smiled while he explained everything to his brother.
The next morning, we also had breakfast with one of the groomsmen, also a Texas Military man. We didn’t know he was staying in the same hotel. He was going home to Austin while we were headed to the Extended Stay in Clear Lake for a couple of days. When BF told me who it was, I took a picture and sent it to Raf, who got a kick out of that one. We had a nice conversation over breakfast and coffee with him, including a little more about Texas’ military forces before parting company.
The Remains of the Night
After we got our portrait drawn by one of the two sketch artists and had a small bit of the wedding cake, we left the reception.
We were there until about 9:00 pm, I think.
Before we left, we saw Rafael again, congratulated and hugged him and Carmen, and walked out to the truck to head back to the hotel in Katy.
It was a lovely wedding that evening with delicious Puerto Rican-style food and a great time with a diverse group of friendly people. The weather, the venue, and everything else was just perfect. The Mango Margarita added a little tasty je ne sais quoi, but not too much.
Congratulations to Rafael and Carmen, and Happy Anniversary. We hope we’ll get to see them again one day soon.
What’s Next In HeatCageKitchen
I’ll try to get these done sooner rather than later, but now that the wedding blog is done, it should be easier.
The rest of the trip to Houston
The next blog will include the rest of our Houston trip, including a visit to the Houston IKEA store. We also visited some people: Aunt Ruth, Aunt Kathy, and Neighbor E. I’ll also tell you what went kind of sideways. That will be a blog of its own.
Thanksgiving
Miss Alice and her daughter N came for Thanksgiving last week. That was a busy couple of days! We were so glad to see them, but a couple of obstacles that meant I wasn’t entirely ready when they got here. But Buddy was so happy to see his friend B-Dog, who is ten years older. I got a few pictures, but not many, because I was so involved in getting a turkey in the oven and dinner on the table. Whew!
Another wedding
Guess what? We went to another wedding, a year after Rafael’s. This one was closer to home, in the Knights of Columbus Hall in nearby Ponchatoula, LA, and one of BF’s business cohorts. It was also nice, in a smaller venue, and every bit as enjoyable. Admittedly, I wore the dress from Rafael’s wedding with a few tweaks, including the removable fringe. That wedding will be a separate blog, too.
The Holiday Season is here whether we want it or not, so buckle up and stay warm. Winter is starting to show itself, and we hope we’re ready if we have another big winter freeze before spring.
Until next time, Happy Dining!
As I mentioned in my last post, Emilie Bailey, aka, The Texas Granola Girl, has a new cookbook. This time, it’s all about the simple keto.
Hello, again, Dear Readers:
Ready for more keto recipes? Emilie Bailey has you covered with her newest. I know, I only reviewed her first cookbook just two months ago, but. . .I get around to it. Now, she’s got another cookbook with delicious food for you to enjoy.
We’ve had rain almost daily since April, and everything is growing like wildfire. I’m back to paint-bucket gardening this year, and BF finally mowed over the overgrown parsley from last year’s garden spot. I’ve started more parsley in a bucket, so we should have more soon. Basil is doing well, and I hope to get a few peppers. We’ll see.
Let’s get started.
Watermelon Update
So after I published the last blog, the car-guy growing watermelons stopped by later in the evening. No, he was not notified of the roasted watermelon. Here’s a pic of the original three he gave us:
I first showed him the two books by Emilie Bailey because he, too, eats “keto, mostly.” Then, I asked him why the stickers on the watermelons. It took him 15 minutes to explain, but it’s because:
- The soil in both upper Tangipahoa and Washington Parishes is ideal for growing these melons
- The melons grown in this area are highly prized for that reason
- Older and native local residents are aware of the reputation of “Washington Parish watermelons” and will seek them out
- Melons grown in Texas and Lucedale, MS, are frequently what you get in our local grocery stores, rather than locally grown
- Some melons are shipped in from as far away as Florida
- Those out-of-state melons are usually grown on land that is used continuously for melons, requiring the addition of heavy chemicals to continue growing them in the same fields repeatedly
- These chemicals are in addition to the pesticides used in the out-of-state crops
- Even local produce vendors (“fruit stands,” as they’re called here) sell out-of-state melons and pass them off as “locally grown”
He went into great detail about why his melons are better, but I guess that’s to be expected. From his description, I don’t believe his have heavy chemicals in them. (I hope not, anyway.) Admittedly, they are tasty, and I’d highly recommend one if you find them. But if you’re in Texas, of course, you’d need to find one grown in the Rio Grande Valley, or maybe at Froberg Farms in Alvin.
The Pantry
Our little pantry needs a re-org, and it’s not the first time I’ve tidied it up. But a lack of additional shelving and no interest from BF means that I’m totally on my own here.
When I moved in, there was almost nothing in it. After emptying out all the boxes from my kitchen in Houston (thank you, Miss Alice and Neighbor E), the pantry was overflowing. And the beginning of the pandemic last year also saw BF doing some panic-buying, which is in boxes under the counter as well.
I was looking for an ingredient last week and had to pull out several things to get to whatever it was I needed. I removed this from the pantry, which wasn’t mine:
I always buy the stuff in the yellow box, and we have one that I purchased long after the move. So using my amateur detective skills, I decided to investigate further:
Yup, that’s the bottom of the can. BF says he has no idea where it came from, but I’m pretty sure I know. From his last marriage, that’s where. (The divorce was final in 2008.) I’ve found (and disposed of) his junk mail that was even older. Hopefully, we’ve gotten rid of all that stuff he tossed in a box and took with him. Obviously, this can went out in the trash.
So at some point, one of these days, I need to take everything out, check for the expired and bad stuff, and toss it. If I can talk him into it, some wonderful shelving will make its way into the pantry, and hopefully a coat or two of some nice paint. White is fine, but wouldn’t white shelves with a nice cheery color be even better? Because it’ll be harder to “lose” anything in the back like that.
This isn’t the first time I’ve come across older foodstuffs. I try not to have anything too old in the pantry, but it happens occasionally. The GER’s pantry also got a good cleaning when I moved into his house (almost 20 years ago now), and I tossed out a bag full of very outdated stuff that had just sat unused for many years.
The New Book: The Ultimate Simple Keto Cookbook
Author Emilie Bailey, aka, The Texas Granola Girl, spent part of her pandemic energies on writing two new cookbooks. The first of these books is being released tomorrow and is her second book of delicious recipes.
When I got the email from her list, I immediately signed up to review it. After all, it’s a free book! Well, it’s a good one, too, and I knew it would be. Emilie has been posting regularly on Instagram and sending out emails with new and delicious recipes.
Yes, there are three recipes with turnips. If you like them, the Classic Fauxtato Salad on page 61 is right up your alley. It’s made with everything you’d use for a regular potato salad, but with turnips. Let me know how it goes.
There are nine chapters, including an intro to keto, desserts (of course), and a chapter on keto staples, such as Easy Alfredo Sauce, Creamy Feta Dressing, Ranch Dressing, Quick Marinara Sauce, and Three-Minute Mayo, using avocado oil. There’s even a Basic Sandwich Bread on page 188.
We tried four recipes when I got this book, and they’re all two thumbs up. So let me tell you about the simple keto recipes I made.
One-Pan Chicken Parmesean, Page 122
We had one chicken breast in the freezer and only needed some mozzarella cheese. I gave BF his instructions and shopping list for this and the next recipe, made for dinner one night. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a full set of pictures, and none for the broccoli recipe. But I got a few.
First, preheat your oven to 400F. Slice two chicken breasts in half horizontally to make four cutlets, then pound them to a quarter-inch thick.
Mix up some parm cheese, Italian seasoning garlic, and a half-teaspoon of freshly ground pepper. Brush both sides of the chicken with some keto-friendly mayo, which you can make on page 178 or buy (read the labels of course.) Then drop the chicken in the seasoning mixture to coat, and fry in a large oven-safe skillet:
Cook about five minutes on each side and remove from the heat (I turned it off.) Pour some sugar-free marinara sauce over the chicken. I used Classico Tomato & Basil, but she has a recipe on page 183.
Spread it around:
Now sprinkle one an one-half cups of shredded mozzarella (or provolone) cheese over the top:
Into the oven for 10 to 15 minutes, until the cheese is melted and the chicken is completely cooked.
While that was going on, I did the broccoli at the same time.
Sheet Pan Broccoli, Page 80
The second part of this simple keto dinner has no pictures, but it was a perfect accompaniment to the chicken.
I used the countertop oven, which is preheated to 450 degrees. Chop the broccoli into florets, wash, and set aside. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
In a bowl, mix:
- 1.5 tablespoons avocado oil (I used olive because I had it)
- 2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
- 2.5 teaspoons sesame oil
- 1 tablespoon soy sauce or tamari (tamari is wheat-free, and so is La Choy soy sauce)
- 2 teaspoons sriracha
- 1.5 teaspoons granulated 1:1 sweetener (I’ll explain next section)
Mix this up, and then add the drained broccoli. Toss it around well, then drop it on the baking sheet. Roast for 15 to 18 minutes, until the broccoli is tender. Toss halfway through the cooking time. Serve hot.
This recipe calls for 2 heads of broccoli, but I halved the recipe for me and BF, as I did with the chicken. Oddly, though, it’s a good thing I forgot to halve the seasoning and other ingredients for the chicken because it needed all of it.
I did forget to sprinkle sesame seeds over the broccoli. Next time. Amazingly, he loved both and declared them “winners.” One more in our dinner rotation.
Classic Fudgy Brownies, Page 173
This was actually the first recipe I made. Does anyone want dessert? Once again, I had everything I needed to make these brownies, except butter. BF was instructed to get some on the way home from work because this recipe takes 1.5 sticks of butter. Oh, YEAH.
Now, one difference is that Emilie calls for 1:1 sweetener here and in the broccoli seasoning. What this means is that it’s a blend of sweeteners, frequently erythritol and monk fruit, to taste just like sugar. I wanted to try this one and had good success with it here:
This is the ingredient list:
This is what’s in it:
And if you’re diabetic–there you go!
Making Brownies
These come together in a snap and bake up nicely.
With eight ingredients, you can have delicious keto brownies. I know, I know–you can buy a boxed mix too. Read the ingredients on that box, that’s all I’m saying.
So you’ll preheat the oven to 350F, and line the bottom of an 8×8 pan with a bit of parchment paper.
Chop up the butter and chocolate:
And melt together in the microwave, slowly and carefully, in 30-second intervals. Watch it so it doesn’t boil over or make a mess. What comes out is this:
Stir them together:
And set aside to cool for a bit.
Get Mixing–Wet Ingredients
So now you blend together the sweetener and chocolate mixture together, then the eggs, which must be room temp or it’ll make a big mess at this stage:
Now the eggs, one at a time.
Now add vanilla. If you’re lucky, you have some of this:
Blend it well:
Mix until the batter is smooth, and proceed to the next stage.
Dry Ingredients
Into another bowl, mix up a cup of almond flour, a teaspoon of baking powder, and a quarter-teaspoon of kosher salt:
Now add into the wet ingredients. I prefer to do this a cup or so at a time so I don’t have it all over the kitchen.
Once it’s all incorporated, mix well, but don’t over-mix it.
Time to spread it into the pan. Now, remember that you have one and a half sticks of butter here, so greasing isn’t necessary. My guess is the parchment paper is there as an assistant to make sure they all come out.
Into the oven at 350F degrees for 20 to 25 minutes, “until the center is just set but still jiggles”:
This is what it looks like coming out of the oven:
You must let them cool for about 15 minutes on a rack, then refrigerate them for 35 minutes or longer before you cut them:
I would say maybe 45 minutes because they were still warm and crumbled apart when I removed one from the pan. One of BF’s car-guy friends, this one a millennial, happened to be visiting and tried one. His father is doing keto, so he knows what that is. BF tried one in the next day or two and said it was “good, but dry.” There’s a reason for that.
Remember that when you refrigerate them for a longer time, the butter in the brownies will harden up, so they’ll be a bit on the dry side. However, they will stick together quite nicely, and taste just as delicious.
Of course, I loved them. Can’t wait to make more!
Cheeseburger Casserole, Page 137
Ok, I know, I said I “don’t do casserole,” but this is too tasty to pass up. Ground beef, onions, cream, and cheddar cheese–what’s not to like? Even he couldn’t say no to this one. Last week, we made it. But I didn’t take as many pictures as I intended.
First, brown a pound of 80% lean ground beef on the stove with onion and garlic for ten minutes:
When it looks like this:
If there is any grease, drain it, then add the browned ground beef mixture to the bottom of a 9-inch pie pan or 9-inch square baking dish. Like the blackberry cobbler, I used 8-inch because that’s what I had.
Mix in a medium bowl 4 eggs, 5 tablespoons of tomato paste, a half-cup of heavy whipping cream, a half-teaspoon of kosher salt, and a quarter teaspoon of freshly ground pepper:
Add in a cup of shredded or grated cheddar cheese:
Mix well:
Baking
Now add to the pan:
Spread it over the top:
Add the remaining half-cup of cheddar cheese:
Make sure it’s covered:
Bake in the oven for 30 to 35 minutes, or until it’s set and looks like this:
This recipe makes four generous servings, and we had dinner one night and lunch the next day.
BF really enjoyed this one, and I’ll be making this more often, too.
After All That Cooking
Did I have a mess to clean up:
But the mighty dishwasher of the HeatCageKitchen took care of it:
And it was a good night.
Until Next Time
Many thanks to Emilie Bailey for the gifted book, which will not collect dust. The next recipe I want to try is Creamy Parmesean Pork Chops on 151. Maybe I’ll wait until we have a dinner guest to try it with either the broccoli or another side from the book.
I emailed her to thank her for the book, and to let her know what we made. She responded that her favorites are the Creamy Cabbage Alfredo on page 96, and the Osso Bucco on page 140. Cabbage? Oh, he’s not going to like that. Move that to the “Drag Week Menu.”
If you’re looking for some delicious and easy keto food, this is your book. And if you don’t eat keto but want some easy, delicious food that simple, this is also your book. Or if you want to impress friends and family while sticking to simple keto recipes, Emilie’s book has got you covered there, too.
The new book is available on Amazon and other book outlets (yes, that’s my affiliate link) tomorrow (July 13th) and is currently available as a Kindle book. I’ll be posting my review there shortly.
Enjoy!!
If you’ve left Texas, or even if you haven’t, you know how important tamales are. But they can be laborious and time-consuming to create at home. The solution? Texas Tamales!
Hello again, Dear Readers:
Spring is finally here, at least, according to the calendar. And that means all kinds of wonderful things, like asparagus, bike riding, and Daylight Savings Time. If you’re not in a part of the US that’s snowed under right now.
It’s still kind of cool-ish here, too cool for planting tomatoes and things, so I guess I’ll be the lazy gardener again and be late. We probably won’t have any tomatoes in odd spots this year, but ironically, the ones that grew best were around the septic tank. We got a number of little “racks” of tomatoes there, and I’ve got the seeds to try and plant more. Since avocados have been relatively cheap for a while at Winn-Dixie, I’ve been eating them and saving the seeds. Those golf-ball sized pits have taken over the kitchen window, and BF is asking, “is this your latest science experiment?”
Lots to tell, let’s get started.
Finally, Allergy Relief
Ok, so, last year I did what has long been told to me, I got what I thought was “local raw honey” to help with allergies. Honey from your area works similar to an allergy shot–it de-sensitizes your immunoglobulins to the pollen and allergens in the area. (An allergy shot actually tamps down on the histamine response, but doesn’t de-sensitize.) Well, I went back to the same place I went last year, and bought some more of the same honey, which didn’t work. (The place is subject to an upcoming blog post.) Well, I was explaining to the clerk (around sniffling and sneezing) that I needed it for allergies.
It didn’t work last year, but everyone told me it would! Well, I was going through two or three kinds of OTC allergy meds last weekend, and it made me downright grouchy (and swearing at BF again.) I explained this to the clerk, a nice older lady, who said, “where do you live?” I told her. She asked, “then why are you buying honey from Ponchatoula?” Cause it’s local! Well, it’s not local enough, she said, and the honey right next to it came from–surprise–my neck of the woods, and it was a dollar less. (It was also a smaller bottle.) Honey and money was exchanged, and now I have truly “local” honey.
Elderberry Syrup
She also told me about some locally made elderberry syrup that people were buying for not only allergies, but flu. Three local schools have been closed because of flu outbreaks, and people are buying this elderberry syrup along with the honey.
I bought a bottle of that as well, at $21.99 for a 16-ounce size. It’s tasty, too. I’ve never heard of Andi Lynn’s, but they’re in the Baton Rouge neighborhood of Walker. I’m glad to know about it, and they also have some homeopathic allergy drops, which may or may not be in the place I bought the syrup. Next time.
On top of that, one of my Buddhist friends gave me an essential oil mixture to try, and I’ve been rolling that on at night.
Educating BF
He loves me. But sometimes he doesn’t understand. I explain.
BF asked, “what’s the deal with the local raw honey?” (He doesn’t have this problem, because this is his “native area.” Not mine.) It’s like this: the bees from your area are sucking on the flowers that are around you. When you ingest their honey, you ingest some of that pollen to de-sensitize yourself from those allergens. But if you’re using local raw honey from Ponchatoula–or Texas–you get the stuff from those bees, and they’re sucking on the flowers over there. That’s not going to help you if you’re not in Ponchatoula, or Texas. (I still have a half-bottle I bought from a vendor at the Nassau Bay Farmer’s Market.) By getting the honey and pollen from the bees sucking on local flowers from the area in which you live, you get the local “neighborhood” pollen to help alleviate your allergies to the same pollen. Make sense?
I can’t say what’s exactly working, but I’m a LOT better! Still a bit of sniffling and sneezing, but not like it was. Finally, I got the right stuff.
Coffee To Go
Nick Usborne at Coffee Detective has found a new way to make your coffee when you’re walking out the door: The Barista Cup. No kidding, the darn thing makes your coffee start to finish in a specially designed cup. Just chuck everything–grounds, sugar, milk, etc., into the cup, then pour hot water into it, and off you go. At $25, they’d better be worth it!
I don’t have one myself, yet, but of course, because Nick says it “works as advertised,” I’m extremely interested in getting one. After all, Nick’s the one who originally taught me to make iced coffee. (Note: these aren’t available on Amazon, only on the company’s website.) And Nick considers himself a coffee expert, and writes about it as a side thing to his web copywriting business.
The Barista Cup company has an office in the UK and in Winter Springs, FL, so they’re multinational, and working on saving the planet, one cup at a time.
Princess Coffee Maker
Here’s a coffee maker for young girls who want to be like Mom and Dad:
It’s a toy, and it doesn’t actually make real coffee, but it does make the gurgling sounds of a certain type of coffee maker. I halfway considered buying it to annoy BF.
Winn-Dixie Listens
Speaking of coffee, our local Winn-Dixie finally has some new baskets with coffee holders on them:
Yes, more than two years after I asked, PLEASE, our little corner of the world got baskets with coffee holders. Just one, because after all, you only need one, right?
HEB baskets have two as well, but some of the smaller baskets at Winn-Dixie only have one. Even with BF, I’m the only one drinking coffee anyway.
They still have the full-size baskets without them, and everyone uses those. These are smaller, kind of like the ones we saw back in the 70’s with a shallow basket area. So now when I visit Winn-Dixie, I can get my coffee at the nearby PJ’s first and head on in to grocery shop. Our store doesn’t have as many of these, and it seems like I’m the only one who knows what they’re for, so there’s always one available for me. Thanks, Winn-Dixie!
The Magic Tamales
You know how one day, you just want something? Over the holidays, it was tamales. And I didn’t take pictures.
Now, for those of you not of Hispanic or Texas descent, you might not know that tamales are a bit of work. So much so that many Hispanic families make the tamales only at Christmas time. Other times, they rely on buying them, or finding a good “tamale lady” or abuela (grandma) who makes them for sale all year long. Because, let’s face it, when done correctly, tamales are delicious.
In Robb Walsh’s The Tex Mex Cookbook, there is a picture of President Gerald Ford on the campaign trail in Texas eating a tamale. He was at The Alamo in 1976. Unfortunately, none of his aides (or any locals) told him that you take them out of the corn husks first. They’re steamed in the corn husks, which are like a really tough paper, and you take them out to eat them.
The most awesome Stephanie O’Dea sent out an email one day with her recipes for tamales in the CrockPot. With a name like O’Dea, she’s probably about as Hispanic as the Irishman from El Paso. Intrigued, I informed BF that we would be having tamales for Christmas dinner, (it was just us two) and that was it. Well, and whatever else we wanted.
Finding Masa Harina
I set out to find the ingredients that were staples in every grocery store I ever went into in Houston. After paying $6 in Whole Foods for a bag of masa harina that I discovered in the local WD for $3 or so, my district leader OR told me that Walmart has an entire section of Hispanic goods. Well, what do you know, they had everything, and I grabbed the corn husks before anyone else did.
I also had a nice conversation with two young men who were driving from Mandeville to Brownsville, TX. I told them next time they went into HEB, to think about me.
Obviously, I wasn’t about to use hydrogenated anything, but I did have an unopened jar of Epic Pork Fat in the pantry. It came with me from Houston when I went to the closing of the Webster Fresh Market. Fortunately, it’s readily available at Whole Foods. I think Rouse’s has it, too, and I have since bought a fresh jar that’s in the pantry.
Chicken Christmas Tamales
I had a few pieces of chicken that I roasted and cut up small, and followed Stephanie’s directions to the letter, otherwise. Well, I pulled out my stand mixer and mixed the masa until I was sick of hearing the motor run. Little bits were flying out of the mixer if I ran it too high (next time, maybe half?) Guess I need a pouring shield for it. Balls of masa never floated, and I finally gave up and used it as is.
I made the components in the days before Christmas, and BF sat down and helped me put them together. It didn’t take too long, and we only had about two dozen, but that was OK.
I forget what else I made with it, but BF and I were perfectly happy with what came out:
Verdict: the tamales were good, but a bit bland, and Stephanie admits that. It was the first time I made them. We had some of the filling and masa left, which went directly into freezer bags and into the big freezer. I have permission to jazz them up if I ever make them again. Chorizo, maybe?
Christmas Chocolate Raspberry Dessert
Oh, wait, that’s right–we also enjoyed a delicious raspberry chocolate cheesecake from one of the Wheat Belly books for dessert:
I subbed out the stevia extract with erythritol, but next time I’m going to get some stevia extract and start using it. BF liked it–it’s quite rich–but it wasn’t quite sweet enough. Low carb, much dairy, no wheat/gluten/flour. I’m done with yeast-free for a while.
Tamales In Target
My regular Buddhist activities are at least an hour’s drive away. I commonly go to the Mandeville area, which is still on this side of Lake Ponchartrain, and 90 minutes from New Orleans. That’s OK, and I get to go to Whole Foods, Bed Bath & Beyond, or wherever else I want to go that we don’t have nearby. Additionally, if I shop right after the meeting, I’m not too tired like I am when I make it to Hammond. So I frequent the Target in Covington, since it’s on the way home, and there’s a Cost Plus World Market next door and a Starbucks in that Target.
I’m walking around with my list on my phone, and I pass by the frozen foods section. Normally I don’t pay any mind to what’s in there, unless I’m looking for frozen veg or fruit. But this particular evening, I happened to look to my right and saw this in the freezer case:
AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Not knowing what to expect, I bought a bag of the Beef Tamales. There are also pork, chicken and black bean available at Target.
How did I miss these all this time?
Text To BF
After examining these closely, I sent a text to BF telling him that dinner the next night was covered, and it was a surprise. He doesn’t like when I tell him that, but he’s patient and will try something once, so he says.
I brought them home and told him ALL about the tamales. He gave me the usual, “sure, Honey, I’ll try anything you make” comment with a pensive (read: slightly scared) look on his face.
For $6.99, you get a pack of one dozen perfectly rolled tamales packed in corn husks, which is traditional. They’re sealed in a square food-grade plastic package and then bagged in the little muslin bag. (I’m keeping those because I know they’ll be useful somewhere!) The instructions say to steam them in a steamer, preferably standing with the cut edges up. Well, I have this old pot with a strainer insert, and it works pretty well:
If we decide the night before that tomorrow is “tamale night,” then I’ll take them out of the freezer and leave them in the fridge for the next day where they thaw a bit. You can also cook them right out of the freezer.
The directions say it takes 20 minutes, but if I cook them from frozen, I’ll give it 25 minutes. They’re a bit tricky to remove from the pot, because now they’re soft, and the only thing holding them together is the corn husks. I personally don’t care if they come out imperfect, because I’m going to be loading them onto a plate for eating. But BF isn’t used to real tamales, so I try to make sure his look “perfect.”
Verdict: absolutely delicious, the way a tamale should be.
I didn’t take many pictures because we were too busy stuffing our faces with them. Yes, we found a winner for me AND for BF.
They’re Around, Just Look
Since then, I’ve discovered that Rouse’s sells them for about $8.50 a pack, and another place sells them for $10 a pack. So when I know I’m going to Covington, and I have enough money, I buy a few packs for the freezer since they’re priced better at Target. However, I’m glad to know that I can get them in Hammond if I can’t get to Covington. Our big freezer has a stock of them now, and a tasty tamale dinner is just 20 minutes away.
The chicken, we found, was a bit too spicy for us, but the beef and pork are spicy enough without being overbearing. We haven’t tried the black bean type, because BF doesn’t want to. I eat six, he eats four and saves the other two for later. Or we eat four and split the other two later. Or he leaves the rest for me, because I bought them and I’m in love with them. They’re that good.
Texas Tamale Company
Look, when you live in Texas, tamales are everywhere, right? Just like kolaches, chips & salsa, and big bags of masa harina and corn husks. Hatch chiles in nearly anything. It’s like the furniture, Texas flags and the Texas star decor–it’s always there.
Move out of Texas, and you suddenly miss everything. Longtime readers know that I’ve missed everything Texas since the day I got here, and we *still* haven’t made a trip back to visit for a handful of reasons (mostly time and money, we always have one but not the other.) I still want to go, of course, and visit, (not to mention shop) but I can at least have real Texas tamales whenever I want them.
The Texas Tamale Company is on the west side of Houston, and has been in business for many years making “gourmet” tamales. Well, after 30 years, they’ve become quite the company. You can find these magic morsels nationwide. They even have Hatch Chile Tamales, although they’re not available here, yet. (That’s my next “ask for” project.) You can read their story here.
More Texas Tamales
HEB has its own brand of tamales with some interesting flavors, including Asiago cheese. I’ll try to get some of their interesting flavors whenever I get to shop there again.
Understand that I’d have no problem driving to the Clear Lake Blvd HEB and buying my regular groceries. Even if it’s a ten-hour round trip. Easier said than done, of course. BF would probably not like me to do that, either, but I can be tempted.
If you can’t find them locally, you can order them online. I haven’t tried ordering them yet, but I’m probably going to do that one of these days if I can’t get Rouse’s to carry the Hatch chile type.
Local Tamales
You know how if you think of a certain type of car, suddenly you see them anywhere? (Concentrate on a red Land Rover, or a blue Hyundai Sonata, and you’ll see what I mean.) Well, someone in Louisiana came up with the idea of. . .crawfish tamales:
Personally, I think it’s wrong, but they could be pretty good. They’re also twice the cost of Texas Tamales (at Target), but we might try them one day. I know, shop local and all that. Subject of an upcoming blog post, honest.
Things have changed a bit now that we’ve discovered a little taste of Texas. When we decide break open a pack of these Lone Star State wonders for dinner, I walk around singing, “Ta-MA-LES!” to the tune of Dean Martin’s Volare. I haven’t re-written the words, I just sing that part of it.
So are you ready for some delicious Tex-Mex in your life in 20 minutes? Whichever tamales you choose, just remember to unwrap them from the corn husks first.
Enjoy!
I’m back, at least this week, with an anniversary post. It’s been a year since I left Houston. I’m still getting used to it around here.
Hello, again, Dear Readers:
It’s me again! The Dislocated Texan hasn’t gone away, she’s just been really busy. I’m still doing freelance work on Upwork, writing about different things, and trying to keep the laundry monster from overwhelming us. It has, a couple of times. I’ve received some great feedback from different clients, even though a couple of them aren’t clients anymore. That’s just the nature of the beast.
One Year Anniversary
BF and I recently realized that it’s our one-year anniversary since he “rescued” me from Houston. He first arrived on Friday, September 9th, and then I made two more trips before the “drop dead” date of September 15, when I had to be out. We went one more time, about a month later, to retrieve the rest of my paltry things from Neighbor E’s place, which he graciously stored for me. Despite the desire to, we’ve not yet been able to go back for a visit.
From the place I used to live, I’ve only heard from Neighbor E since moving away; none of the other neighbors have corresponded. Do I care? Nah–and Neighbor E doesn’t, either. We keep in touch, of course, on Facebook, by phone, and through the occasional emails and texts. He has told me a few times to be glad I don’t live there anymore since it was already an unfriendly atmosphere before I moved. There are “lots of new people” there, but they’re primarily renters, I suppose, since owners figured out they could make a bundle doing it. Neighbor E owns his condo, and has lived there for 30 years–he’s not able to just pick up and move as I did. That’s why I would never buy a unit that needed a good $25K in repairs, although nobody could have predicted how it all went down.
And Then She Was Gone
My former residence, a one-bedroom condo I rented for 12 years, was unoccupied for nearly a year after I moved out of it. E told me that someone had just moved into it in mid-August. After completely renovating the place, the management company couldn’t rent it or sell it for love or money, but I guess they finally found a sucker. . .I mean, tenant, to take it. I wonder if the kitchen sink drain has backed up on this person yet. (I know, not nice.)
Thanks to Facebook, I can keep in touch with everyone else, even folks I haven’t seen in a while. The GER isn’t on Facebook, but we keep up on email and the occasional call. (He doesn’t text, either.) Heard from Debbie the Avon Lady just last week when “Hurricane Nate” blew through; we didn’t even notice it. I’ve spoken to LK, the GER, Miss Alice, and others frequently since leaving. I still refer to LK as “my district leader in Houston,” even though I’m not in her district anymore (and neither is Miss Alice.) Still, I have a new district leader in Mandeville, which is nearly an hour’s drive from here, and I go to Buddhist activities whenever I can. BF has gone with me to the district meeting once and met everyone. NM took a few pictures of us, one of which is now our “anniversary picture.”
A Little Spirituality
OK, so not the usual thing from a food blog, but I’m going to shift the focus with a little bit of Buddhist scripture. You’ll understand why shortly:
The Buddha promised in the Lotus Sutra that, for women, the sutra will serve as a lantern in the darkness, as a ship when they cross the sea, and a protector when they travel through dangerous places.
One of the main reasons I became a Buddhist on my birthday in 1986 was because women were not excluded or secondary. Throughout the Lotus Sutra, it states that women are equally able to become enlightened, in their present form–it’s not reserved for just men, and it’s not only something that’s possible in a future state. (Next week is my 31st anniversary of starting my Buddhist practice.)
A big reason I’m a Buddhism fan is protection. It’s not to say that bad things can’t happen to Buddhists, because they do. But sometimes those bad things can be good things in disguise, and you find out later that you were protected. Or that something that you suffered could have been a lot worse. I could tell you about the time I was returning to Houston after visiting New Orleans and took a turn off the I-10 to get a coffee, returned to I-10, and discovered a multiple-car accident. That could have been ME. A $2 cup of coffee saved me a lot of time, hassle, and money, not to mention the potential for injury, a long way from home. LK also knows a parable that explains it well, but I don’t know it all myself.
Next week is my 31st Buddhist anniversary. Not giving it up.
Texas Isn’t Texas Anymore
As I’ve said many times, the inbound migration is changing the face of the entire state of Texas. People flocked INTO Texas from everywhere. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that eventually the glass is overfilled and spilling out. In January, MD Anderson Cancer Center announced layoffs of over 1,000 people. Both Neighbor E and I had applied there, and I went on multiple interviews there. I really, REALLY wanted to get hired at MD Anderson–we both did. I’ve known many people who have gone there for cancer treatment and rave about MDA. But after the way I was treated as an applicant, I’d keep my cancer before I went there for treatment.
Then there’s NRG, who, like other big companies, laid off longtime workers to hire cheaper people. How nice they are. I hated having them as my electric service provider, especially when I had to talk to a customer service person in Mexico. How do I know? Well, the heavy accent was a dead giveaway, but of course, when asked, they told me.
I was protected from that layoff, as well as others
Other companies in Texas have laid off in 2017, too. General Dynamics IT, the Houston City Club (they closed), and others. The Houston Symphony. St. Luke’s. Even Walmart laid people off in Houston.
My brother, who has been in and out of Houston many times, told me that “Houston is full of unemployed people.” So, while I didn’t see it at the time, I was protected.
The Unwanted Visitor
Living on the Gulf Coast, you get used to star-struck meteorologists with acting experience making a big deal out of a little wind and rain. One of the Baton Rouge guys has a theatrical routine: he takes his suit jacket off and rolls up his sleeves before his actual segment when he’s talking to you about what he’s going to talk about in the weather segment. Then he puts his jacket on for his “turn.” He takes his jacket off again, exposing the rolled-up sleeves, for another “teaser,” and then for the closing segment with the news wonks and the sports guy, he’s got his jacket back on. (I prefer to depend on the Wunderground app.)
In a lot of cases, they over-dramatize things, scaring the bejeezus out of people. In September of 2005, as Hurricane Rita roared into the Gulf of Mexico, people all over Houston went bonkers. I haven’t forgotten being in traffic with Catmandu and Kismet trying to get to Austin from Clear Lake in the middle of the night, windows rolled down to avoid using the car’s AC. I was on the phone with my brother online trying to find my way through back roads to get to Austin. Hurricane Rita was coming, and it was going to wipe out Houston! It was just weeks after Katrina, and everyone panicked.
The Infamous Hell Ride
I found a Walmart open in Waller somewhere on the way, and some petrol, too. But we didn’t need to evacuate. Austin’s normally a 3-hour trip, but it took 11 hours to get there. I was exhausted. Other people had the same experience, and people died during that nightmare. They like to err on the side of caution, they’ll tell you, but going on TV and all but saying, “We’re All Gonna DIE!!!” makes people ignore you when it’s the real thing.
Unfortunately, sometimes they’re wrong.
First, there was Ike
After the Rita evacuation disaster, I had no plans to evacuate when Ike showed up. When the fire department started driving around telling people to leave, and all my neighbors were gone, I figured it was time to go. I called The E Man and told him I was coming. It was the last time I went over the Sabine River until last year. I was at their place for nine days, staying in touch at coffee shops, libraries, and other places, with my Boeing laptop. There was some serious damage, and I knew people who had water in their houses. But that was nothing compared to this year.
That was also when Catmandu hid inside their sofa. When we extracted him, he went bonkers and we had to isolate him in a closet for a few days until it was time to head home. I never considered evacuation after that!
But what if I hadn’t left? What if I’d stayed?
Then Came Harvey
The eight-year anniversary of Ike saw a new arrival. Harvey.
Nobody saw this guy coming until he took aim squarely at Texas. Rockport. Port Lavaca. Port Aransas. Matagorda. Port O’Connor. High Island. San Luis Pass. And finally, Houston. The 3rd largest county and the 4th largest city in the United States, drowned by a Category 5 hurricane. Louisiana got some of it too, in an area called Cameron in the southwest sector. After Harvey rampaged through Beaumont, Port Arthur, and a handful of other places in Texas. He had a grudge, folks. You can read a recap of it here, on Wikipedia.
The most incredible picture I saw on social media was this one:
That’s not Galveston Bay, The Sabine River, or any other body of water. That’s the I-10 freeway, between Houston and Beaumont, under about eight feet of water. This is what that stretch of land normally looks like.
BF and I made four trips on that very stretch of the I-10 between Houston and Beaumont this time last year. I can’t tell you how many times in 18 years I made that drive by myself, leaving Houston for a trip. We had no idea.
Everything Flooded. Everything.
Neighbor E had a little water in his unit, but it was from a drain pipe. Many of the “new people” didn’t know to move their cars up to the easements, and their cars were flooded. LK had a tiny bit of water in her garage, but her new school flooded, and she was required to go and clean up her new classroom.
The GER had about an eighth of an inch of water in the Funk House/Junk House, which is on a slight hill. But the GER’s other neighbors had 2″ to 15″ of water, and he was helping them clean up. Aunt Ruth was willing away the water, which came up to her place three times but not inside. Aunt Kathy had to clean a flooded storage unit all by herself. Others I know and keep up with on FB had four feet of water in their houses for several days.
I was 300 miles away and didn’t have to deal with anything like that. Miss Alice was in a place that should have flooded, near Hobby Airport, but didn’t. That’s protection. Her new school was destroyed, and the Houston Independent School District (HISD) relocated them to a new school.
Neighbor E’s truck
He left it in his usual parking space, but the water didn’t get INTO the truck, just close to it:
I can’t believe people buy SmartCars in Houston and actually drive them on the freeway, but they do. Of course, in a Chevy Silverado, or a Ford F-150, you can’t see these little insects over your hood. But there are occasions where it’s not a bad thing to have:
It can also come in handy here, although I have to wonder if the infamous homeowner’s association would ticket them for it:
“Ain’t Skeered?” You ain’t been around long enough, Honcho.
The Cleanup
Crain’s Houston puts the damage at about $50 million dollars and will take Houston years to clean up and get back to normal. Even places that normally don’t flood, are flooded. The Woodlands. Conroe. Katy. Friendswood. Galveston. You name it, they probably flooded. Although, I’m told those pictures of Southwest Airlines planes underwater at Hobby were Photoshopped.
The Complete Change Of Scenery
I used to dream about that cabin in the woods, living out of the city, and having lots of trees around. Well, I’ve got it–just not in Texas. I’ve posted pictures before of the area I call Cow Road. The whole area is like that, except the roads are better. We no longer have to take Cow Road to get to town, but when I go pay the water bill, I make it a point to go that way. It’s a beautiful ride, bumping and grinding along, with trees covering the entire airspace above the road. I drive up and down small rural highways that are surrounded by native-growth trees, older houses, and beat-up trailers next to “showcase” homes, going into town to shop at….Walmart, or on my way out somewhere.
Fellow redhead writer LM has also had a recent change of life, involving not only a new man but horsies! She’s moved her business to a farm somewhere in California (she was living in Sherman Oaks) and gets to live the ranch life. She’s safe and happy, so that’s the most important thing. I met her at Bootcamp in 2011 and kept up ever since. (Obviously, she’s better than me at the business side of copywriting.) I’m not going to Bootcamp this year but will be here at La Casa watching it live-streamed starting Wednesday evening. So glad I joined AWAI’s Circle of Success when I did, in 2011. Ah, yes, another anniversary, this one in my copywriting life.
Hatch Chiles!
Another anniversary thing. Amazingly, I managed to get some Hatch chiles this year–both Whole Foods and Rouse’s had some, and I grabbed a bunch. I also feasted on guac and chips at the Whole Foods in Metairie–you don’t get offered that in Cracker Barrel. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Cracker Barrel, OK?)
Naturally, I roasted them as I did many times in Houston, filling the house with their delicious scent.
I should have done it when *he* was at work, because all I heard was, “Oh, my GOD–what’s that horrible SMELL? It stinks in here! For God’s sake, woman, open a WINDOW!!” This is from a person who owns two stinky dogs, has a cat litter box in his house, and is frequently coated in sweat and some kind of automotive substance.
And, it gets worse.
Nutella Brownies
A couple of weeks ago, a very nice lady who is good friends with AK posted a recipe for Nutella Brownies. The recipe is simple, four eggs and a cup of that delicious Nutella. No kidding.
Carefully warm one cup of Nutella in the microwave until it’s a little bit liquid. Or, more liquid-er, I guess. Use the remainder as you like (i.e., dig it out with the little spatula and enjoy it yourself, because there isn’t much left.) Meantime, whip the heck out of the eggs.
Line your baking pan with parchment paper, and grease it, as well as a little grease on the bottom of the paper, and on the inside of the pan, primarily to hold it in place. I think I used coconut oil.
Once the eggs are really, really whipped:
Admittedly, because of my favorite chocolate cake from one of Suzanne Somers’ books, I added a pinch of baking soda to the eggs before I beat them. Carefully, at this point, you start ladling in the Nutella. WARNING: if your Nutella is hot, it will cook the eggs and you will not have brownies. Make sure it’s just kind of warmed, and a bit more fluid before you start this process. A cup or so at a time, on a slower speed, until it’s all incorporated.
Bake them in a 350F oven for 25 to 30 minutes. I baked them in a rectangular pan so I could use the smaller oven because I still have no toaster oven.
I don’t buy Nutella often, for two reasons: one, it’s sugar, and two, I can’t stop.
You can find the recipe from The Kitchn here and the video here.
So, What Happened?
Happy Anniversary, Honey!
I thought they were delicious–rich, eggy, but not too sweet. It’s gluten-free, but you can add a half cup of flour to make them more cake-like. Pretty good, with a nice texture. BF turned his nose up at them but did make the attempt to try them. I don’t remember his comment, but it included, “well, at least I tried them.”
And after that, I don’t cook or bake anything for him that’s from the “post-Amy menu.” Everything he eats is now “pre-Amy,” unless it’s for me. There was some roast chicken and pork roast this weekend, but anything beyond that, I just cook for myself.
We’re going to see if Walmart has “Thanksgiving In A Box” this year. I’m having whatever I want, and he can make the things he likes. Is anyone coming over? Well, he knows how to make instant mashed potatoes and mac and cheese from a box.
Maybe. But definitely not to the extent I did Thanksgiving last year. There will be CrockPots involved, that’s for sure.
Otherwise. . . .
Well, we’re still here, with two hounds and a rude little cat. She doesn’t much care for me unless it’s time to feed her furry butt. She’s all about BF. Think of her like the female who goes after your man right in front of you, and that’s pretty much our cat. They don’t make them like they used to.
We did manage a little anniversary dinner at Cracker Barrel, but they don’t have any more Big Little Fudge, darnit. Just because we’re not married doesn’t mean we can’t have an anniversary, right? We have no plans to, so that’s why I call him my “partner.” Before you say, “the term ‘partner’ is just for gay couples,” no, it isn’t, and I’ve seen it both ways. But it sure confuses the heck out of people here!
Five Years of Blogging
Yes, it’s true, I’m coming up on five years of blogging. WordPress should be reminding me of that anniversary real soon.
Finally–New Glasses!
I’m still not making a LOT of money, just enough to help out and get some things I need. One thing I really, REALLY needed was new glasses to replace the old ones. When I say old, I mean FIVE YEARS OLD. No kidding. I had one pair that I wore every day and was horribly scratched, and a second pair–thank heavens–that I bought and kept only for job interviews and dress occasions. They were the last pairs I bought through the insurance I had with Boeing, and BF was starting to complain that maybe I couldn’t see well enough to drive. I reminded him that my glasses were five years old.
Back in August, I had a few dollars and got my first eye exam since April or May of 2012. At the local Walmart, no less. I got a written copy of my prescription and ordered a pair of glasses from Zenni Optical. They arrived about two weeks later in the mail, and I put them right on. I had a headache for a little while because my others were so old, and I needed a better prescription really badly. But I’m OK now. I can SEE!
You Like?
Took this picture just a couple of weeks ago in New Orleans. I wanted something different. So? Whaddaya think?
You’ll notice my hair is getting longer, too. I need to have about a two-inch trim, which I’ll get soon. It’s somewhat thinner than before, but it’s definitely a lot longer than it’s been in years. Like, since about 2004, I think. But I’m also back taking vitamins and still using the organic plant-based hair color, so maybe it will grow in thicker. Fingers crossed.
I use this pic on Facebook as my new profile shot. Someone commented on my “flawless complexion” and asked, “what’s your secret?” My response: “an app.”
I do plan to get at least a couple more pairs of glasses in different styles, and if I can make enough money, another pair like these to have a backup. Wish I’d started doing this years ago–I always bought from Target, but not anymore.
Until next time. . . .
Many thanks for sticking with me. I will try to finish some posts up soon and get them published.
Happy Dining!