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Another outing to see and hear new music as presented by one of the greatest inventions of all time, satellite radio.

The Whigs and Dead Confederate will be playing at The Note in West Chester, PA.  It should be a great up-close and personal show.  Although once again folks our age will be the minority in a crowd teeming with beer smitten college kids, I’m sure I’ll find a way to enjoy myself.  How can I not with my cool hubby.

The Whigs

Right Hand On My Heart

Like A Vibration

Dead Confederate, The Rat

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Hilarious as ever with a few touching moments.  See it on Hulu.

Can’t wait to see him at 11:30.

Our Saturday paella with son inhaling paella's distinctive aroma

Our Saturday paella with son inhaling paella's distinctive aroma

MMMmmmm.

Nothing is more satisfying than having your husband cook up a meal on a lazy Saturday evening. But to present something so beautiful and delicious as the paella is pretty darn special. I mean look at it. Looks labor intensive right? Well, according to my husband, as long as you’ve got the right ingredients and the right pan and a lot of love for this Spanish dish than it’s not that difficult. He doesn’t follow one particular recipe. He’s made it many times and each one was a little different. I must say, the addition of seafood is what did it for me. F A N T A S T I C.

Saturday’s paella had all six of us loading our plates. All but a few pieces of sausages were devoured and a couple of spoonfuls of rice.  We are eternally grateful to you oh Paella Master!

I like what Norberto Jorge has to say about paella. He gives a nice run down of what it takes to make a good paella.

Like I said, my husband doesn’t have one paella recipe written down. So I must refer you elsewhere. This site, Spain Recipes, seemed to have some authentic good ones. Good luck!

A quick congrats to our family, and you know who you are, for all the great news we’ve received recently. New baby, new engagement, new house, new job. Good luck, best wishes and cheers!

Stay tuned for a regularly scheduled post. 🙂

Ooey, gooey, champurado

Ooey, gooey, champurado

Summer is almost over and the kids are revving up for another busy school year. We’ve had our fill of pool water, SPF 70, spying on baby bunnies and birdies, marshmallow roasts and sweet New Jersey corn. It’s time to get serious. Right?

Let’s not forget there is one weekend left, one last hurrah to be spent before we stow away our summer dresses and sandy Sanoks. So keep those flip flops on girls and boys, we’re heading back to Lola’s and Lolo’s house to celebrate Labor Day, a holiday that gives most of us that extra day off. A holiday that is the culmination of all things summer and sweat, joy and exasperation, beer and barbecue. Girls, we will badminton till the sun goes down. And Emil, we will let you splash us to your hearts content because in our sunny exaltation we just won’t give a ….care. All of us will enjoy the hearty Lola breakfast that brings all of us together at that cramped yet cozy breakfast bar. Homemade waffles or pancakes with whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, sausages, and, crescendo please, that creamy chocolate delight we call champurado ! It is every kid’s dream to have this oogey, gooey chocolate dish for breakfast. Better get up early or you’re likely to be scrapping the bottom of the bowl for an ounce of this stuff. For those that don’t know, champurado is a traditional Filipino breakfast treat that is usually eaten with something salty, ie salted fish or what we call tuyo. My kids pass on the fish part and blast spoonfuls of pure chocolate bliss into their mouths. Don’t worry all you healthnuts, this is a treat that can only be enjoyed at Lola’s house as I have tried and failed to replicate her recipe to the exact gooeyness. And why is that…no matter how precise I am in following any of her recipes, it never turns out the same?

Lola’s and Lolo’s is a place where we can all be kids. It’s a place where we can relax, get in each other’s business, laugh and relax again. That is why we love going there. This summer it has been every other weekend or so and it will certainly dwindle down as school begins. So kids, are you ready to go to Lola’s house?

Click on photo for a link to RecipeZaar’s Champurado recipe.

(fyi, lola and lolo are filipino terms of endearment for grandmother/grandfather or elderly person; Spaniards brought chocolate to the Philippines; there are other versions of this dish including Mexican champurrado)

Right to it then. For our thirteen year old, a one year subscription to the Japanese fashion magazine, FRUITS. Thanks to its creator and photographer, Shoishi Aoki, for satisfying my daughter’s fascination with harajuku street fashion. Subscription can be bought directly at FRuiTS or at Amazon.com.

How about that LOMO? Never heard of these till my daughter visited Fredflare.com. Now we all want one.

LOMO Oktomat 8 Lens Camera

LOMO Oktomat 8 Lens Camera @ fredflare.com

Each Lomo camera model focuses on one photographic effect. Every shot in the red Oktomat will take 8 successive pictures in under 3 sec producing an 8-frame photo vignette. Sounds basic but the effects are pretty cool. See sample shots here. Other models include the Fish Eye, Action Sampler and Colorsplash. We wouldn’t mind having any one of them. They’re pretty affordable too. From what I understand, lomography is less about technique than it is about the spontaneity of picture taking; these cameras with their fun design, effects and simplicity in taking a shot do nothing but encourage it. For more info on Lomography, visit www.lomography.com.

usb vinyl archiver

usb vinyl archiver @ fredflare.com

Also spotted on Fredflare.com, is this little something for my nine year old. She loves the eighties and has been dying to play some of our “old” records.

Ana, my 11 year old, loves horses (and cows) and has the occasional ride.  She dreams of living in France where she’ll live as a veterinarian on a farm full of horses and cows (and snakes, birds, hamsters…).  Sorry, Ana, we have no room for horses on our townhouse lot.  Somehow I know you’ll end up in France on a farm with a couple of horses and cows and your father and I will visit you in our old age and never want to leave.  So make room for us, will ya?

More to come…..