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Aurora’s Chicken Pepperoni

I got a hit today from someone who wanted to know what movie that came from. It’s from one of my favorites, Seems Like Old Times with Goldie Hawn, Chevy Chase,Charles Grodin, Aurora and a whole lot of dogs.

The recipe eludes me, as I’ve never thought of pairing chicken with a pepperoni sauce which is what made the movie funny. Thank you for pinging my blog on that, it’s always been a question in my mind.

When people cook in the movies, do you look and see that they’ve never used a knife in their life or even made a peanut butter sandwich? It’s like when they show an actor playing a violin, come on, it starts to ruin the film for me because I only see that they can’t cook or make music but pretend to do so.

That must be where Meryl Streep comes in. Once known for her accents, she’s now known for her acting. While I love all of her work I believe my favorite tragic performance is Sophie in Sophie’s Choice.

Let’s talk about cooking shows next. No, I’d rather talk about the Olympics. Go USA! My Olympic pin (from a dear friend in Scotland) is on my white denim jacket every day and I wear it with pride. I did have one I bought in Greece for their Olympic Games but haven’t come upon it yet in boxes.

If I were a few decades younger, Ryan Lochte’s eye may have caught mine. I’m happy with my prince and pup. Cheers! Have some tea with a scone and jam. Dee

Life With Oscar and Felix

Oscar is sometimes a grouch, especially when awakened early on a Saturday morning. But my husband is known as The Human Tornado for a reason. Water on the mirror and countertops, electronics packaging strewn so he can see his new toy, when I met him he had individual string cheese wrappers lining the carpet from the frig to his desk with his homemade dual-brained computer.

Get the picture? Our dog Zoe does shed all over the place (Aussie with a perpetual undercoat) but when she has tummy troubles she can wait for me to get dressed, get keys and leash, go into the hallway, down the elevator and through the service entry before relieving herself. Three times since 3:30 this morning. Last time this happened was probably five years ago and she’s eight now so I really can’t complain about frequency of mid-night forays.

But when she eats a dead bird or something disgusting from the bushes, she vomits in her “safe place,” our bed. Luckily that only happens once every couple of years. Otherwise she is a model of neatness and decorum, except when she’s so excited to see guests that she jumps up on them. Oscar doesn’t do that.

And who am I in this equation? I’m the one who is married to Oscar, picked out Felix from the pound, and feeds, clothes, cleans up after and walks both. And finds time to pay the bills.

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On another note, I enjoyed the XXX Olympics kickoff last night. In my extensive cookbook collection I do have a mushroom trail guide (black and white drawings, no help at all from keeping me from poison) but I would like to know what kind of mushrooms director Danny Boyle was taking when he envisioned Queen Elizabeth jumping out of a helicopter, or, even more absurd, Rowen Atkinson with the London Symphony Orchestra. Cheeky, one might say. Chin up. Stiff upper lip. Mind the gap. Enjoy the Olympics! Dee

Poor Sir Paul

After a nine or ten-ring circus, the Queen opened the 2012 Olympic Games and it looked as if many were looking for the car park or tube already, then they put on Paul McCartney.

One of my childhood friends who remains so told me his latest girlfriend asked how many Beatles there were. That was the crowd tonight.

The torch had been lighted, the Queen deemed the games open (she looked very frail) and then comes Paul, who sang his epic “Hey, Jude” to a dwindling audience as even the athletes were leaving.

This is a British Knight we’re talking about, and he really got short shrift this evening.

What really got me is that no-one knew the words. This is on muzak in elevators. At least the Brits and Americans should have been taught this song.

This knight had to get an audience competition going and no-one knew who he was or the song he was singing. Take a sad song and make it better. Don’t be afraid. In defense of one of the most talented musicians in the world, Dee

RIP Sally Ride

You were a hero to me and every smart girl who wanted to make a difference in the world. Our world is smaller than the one you saw from space, even smaller if you consider that some folks, after your death, have a problem with your sexuality.

I say none of that matters, that your life partner of 27 years should be recognized by the US government.

We’ve paid to bail out banks and insurance and automotive companies but will deny benefits to the life partner of someone who didn’t just take a hill, or a mountain, but was the first woman who went into space.

Ms. Ride is a hero, not a herione, a hero. There are no “ione’s “or “ettes” here. They’re not called Astraunettes, are they? Let’s hope not.

God bless Sally Ride for what she did for girls and math and science. I hope she had a life well-lived according to her own criteria, not mine. And bless her partner and family for nurturing such a unique individual. In loving memory, Dee

Tommy

He was a boy I knew as a kid. I have seen photos of him (slides, actually) that my brother has, at my birthday parties. We moved a few miles away and he got sick and died of brain cancer.

Now one of his little brothers has succumbed to cancer before age fifty. We were neighbors as little kids and had a great time playing baseball and touch football with the entire neighborhood. Every night during the summer the kids would call on my dad to play.

We would finish dinner and dishes then go out and everyone got to play. That was Dad’s rule. A while after we moved Tommy stopped coming to school and I asked what was going on. No-one would tell me and I didn’t get a chance to visit him in the hospital. I think parents did us a disservice back then not telling us about death (so I started reading Death Be Not Proud and The Diary of Anne Frank) or letting me visit him in the hospital.

Today, I found out belatedly that his brother has passed and called one brother and emailed another to give my condolences to a family that has had its share of heartache. I left that town decades ago but it is still my home and I hope my ashes are scattered there.

Each brother has a bar/restaurant and I’m eager to try both when I return. One of the brothers put my tooth through my lip the day before a class trip to the zoo. All is OK with us. What bothers me is that the brothers, my brothers, are dwindling.

Here’s to the Irish in all of us. Give it up for Patrick! Dee

Boxes

Going through boxes I haven’t seen in 15-20 years is both heartbreaking and illuminating. I found a box from Florence, Italy, in a traditional print. It’s a gorgeous construction and in the shape of a crescent moon.

I did slapdash packing in the old days, not like the regimented present. When I find a box like the Florentine paper moon, I think of my great-aunt Owee, who loved boxes.

But I don’t like moving boxes sitting in every room since our move six weeks ago, nor does my husband. I haven’t tackled the papers yet but every box is an emotional roller-coaster. My husband doesn’t understand that. He’s an engineer. Stuff is stuff.

While I have a grand plan to get what we want to keep/frame off the floor he just wants to get rid of my stuff. Problem is, I have to test document destruction destinations with less sensitive information than our taxes and private client files from even 15 years ago.

Years ago I asked my husband to never buy me anything little, even an engagement ring (we wear plain matching 18K wedding bands I ordered online from Blue Nile). But no collections of stuff that just needs to be dusted (figurines, etc.) and he has complied.

One good thing is that our storage unit is nearby and when we break down boxes, they recycle them to their other clients. I think that by the end of the month we’ll have finished the cycle of donate, shred, store and toss and will be able to live an almost normal life!

Oh, the winds picked up last night, nothing on news or weather locally, nationally, online or tv news and what I saw was amazing. There was a Coast Guard chopper hanging out in horrific winds herding all the boats in from Lake Michigan.

Trucks with boat trailers converged to pick up boats that were told to come in to the jetty. It was a massive operation, orchestrated at a moment’s notice. Still no rain but we’re supposed to have thunderstorms for a couple of days. Sun is shining at 6:45 a.m. but grey clouds are coming so I’d better get the dog out. Y’all have a great day! Dee

Outside, Looking In

Please combine this with my latest post that includes the misson and commitment to character by Penn State University. Also check out this morning’s NYTimes which details dear “JoePa’s” quest for money at the end and demonstrates how football runs Penn State, a State-funded institution of supposedly higher learning.

The Paterno family demanded a box at the stadium next to the University’s president’s box, free for 25 years. They got another, on another floor. But this alone demonstrates the power of Joe Paterno over a State institution. They got a $5.5 million payout for JoePa’s failing to report sex crimes.

Everyone is suspect, from the Governor to the legislature to the Board of Trustees to the new President and new athletic officials.

It is my recommendation that as the only independent force involved with this unfortunate situation, Mr. Freeh and his team be tasked by the Board of Trustees to form a truly independent committee to reorganize said Board, investigate the new president of Penn State and the new hirees in the athletic department and re-constitute the Board of Trustees to assure this doesn’t remain a good ol’ boys network that runs the University and covers up crimes.

I would also ask that the Clery documents that have been non-existent for 22 years be instituted immediately and that when a new BOT and President and staff are in place, everyone undergo training. Including students and athletes (if they can be considered students).

It is understood that one member of the Board of Trustees must remain before an organization is rendered null and void. I believe that Trustee should be hand-picked by Mr. Freeh and should agree in writing to resign the moment his/her replacement takes office.

All papers must be taken into custody, if they haven’t been already, before they’re shredded. This institution has a penchant for protecting itself and its staff above all others and the Board and the State have let all the detritus flow by like it didn’t matter. To a ten year-old boy, or a 24 year-old man who was assaulted 14 years ago, it matters. To Mr. Sandusky’s adopted son, it matters.

If I were the NCAA, I’d suspend the entire football program for at least a year, while the University gets its act together and State, Board and staff go back to the mission (see prior post) and figure out where they went wrong.

To the Accreditation folks, check things out. Is this a research institution or a football institution? If Joe Paterno was king there, what does that say about academics? Is this really a place to learn? Or a place where football players have tutors and get longer times and books to study for tests when regular students do not have these resources?

Finally, look at the Big Ten. I’m sure you’ll find a whole lot of skeletons lurking in their closets. And if you don’t audit, you’ll be just as guilty as Sandusky and the Big 4 and will be brought down just as hard. Yes, President Obama should have an Independent Prosecutor to look into the NCAA and its collegiate athletics programs.

This upsets me because of the children who have been harmed. It is in my nature to find logical recommendations for reform when harm has been done and layers and layers of staff, trustees, state officials and donors have covered it up. Hope I’ve helped a bit, Mr, Freeh. Dee

Non-Profit Missions

Penn State’s Mission and Public Character

Mission
Penn State is a multicampus public research university that educates students from Pennsylvania, the nation and the world, and improves the well being and health of individuals and communities through integrated programs of teaching, research, and service.

Our instructional mission includes undergraduate, graduate, professional, and continuing education offered through both resident instruction and online delivery. Our educational programs are enriched by the cutting edge knowledge, diversity, and creativity of our faculty, students, and staff.

Our research, scholarship, and creative activity promote human and economic development, global understanding, and progress in professional practice through the expansion of knowledge and its applications in the natural and applied sciences, social sciences, arts, humanities, and the professions.

As Pennsylvania’s land-grant university, we provide unparalleled access and public service to support the citizens of the Commonwealth. We engage in collaborative activities with industrial, educational, and agricultural partners here and abroad to generate, disseminate, integrate, and apply knowledge that is valuable to society.

Public Character
Penn State, founded in 1855 as an agricultural college, admitted its first class in 1859. The Pennsylvania legislature designated Penn State as the Commonwealth’s sole land-grant institution in 1863, which eventually broadened the University’s mission to include teaching, research, and public service in many academic disciplines. Penn State has awarded more than a half-million degrees, and has been Pennsylvania’s largest source of baccalaureate degrees at least since the 1930s. Although the University is privately chartered by the Commonwealth, it was from the outset considered an “instrumentality of the state,” that is, it carries out many of the functions of a public institution and promotes the general welfare of the citizenry. The Governor and other representatives of the Commonwealth have held seats on Penn State’s Board of Trustees since the University’s founding, and the legislature has made regular appropriations in support of the University’s mission since 1887.

Today Penn State is one of four “state-related” universities (along with the University of Pittsburgh, Temple University, and Lincoln University), institutions that are not state-owned and -operated but that have the character of public universities and receive substantial state appropriations. With its administrative and research hub at the University Park campus, Penn State has 23 additional locations across Pennsylvania. While some of these locations, such as the Penn State Milton S. Hershey Medical Center, have specialized academic roles, they all adhere to a common overall mission and set of core values and strategic goals.

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This institution purports to have public character. It is a Land Grant University with considerable public funding. Mr. Freeh, I’ve read your recommendations but would go further in stating that any taxpayer funds to this institution over the past 14 years are tainted and that that the chain of command certainly includes the “Big 4” plus the Board of Trustees but goes up the line to those who commit annual funding.

Please see the Freeh Report on the Penn State/Sandusky scandal and its recommendations for reform.

Is there anywhere in that mission statement and statement of public character that says: “We owe our life to football and making money from football, academics and degrees are secondary and at all costs, if our staff are molesting non-student minors let’s protect them because football is the source of our funding and these kids were damaged anyway.”

I didn’t see it, but looked it up and read it twice. I don’t see anything about athletics or the NCAA or Big Ten.

As a consultant who has helped many non-profits over the years, I’ve never seen “mission creep” go so far from what was set as a bar by the Board of Trustees. Now blog posters are saying we’re ignoring the athletes and they should be paid as pros for their mediocre grades in a college they’d have never been able to attend unless they could toss, catch or kick a ball. NCAA is amateur sports. They’re looking to be drafted into the NFL, this is their interview! They already get every perk on campus, please don’t call the NCAA “indentured servitude.”

That’s off the mark but as weird as this thing gets, it only gets stranger. What’s going on in other Big Ten locker rooms? Doping? Rape?

Whatever the NCAA does, I hope the Middle States Conference audits this school for its academics. If an organization accepts Federal, State and other public and private funding it must keep certain standards or be banned from those funding outlets. Penn State spent 22 years not working on implementing a law that required reporting of sex offenses and other crimes.

Mr. Sandusky was fired (paid off $160K to leave and keep his mouth shut) but was still given access to the grounds and showers and therefore kept his “hook” for disadvantaged kids to be abused by him and they covered the whole thing up.

The Freeh Report came out at 9:00 a.m. yesterday morning and it was the first time Penn State’s Trustees and staff saw it. There is yet to be a University response. A task force must be analyzing the report. I would advise the spokespersons to be high enough in the food chain to make a difference, apologetic to all the vindicated victims (then donors, staff, students, alums) and announce plans for change to not have the athletic department run the University.

Less than that, and the American people will not be satisfied with your response to this tragic situation. Going to/graduating from Penn State will no longer be an honor. Fix this, Board of Trustees and Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. No one else can do it for you. Not in a nonprofit mood this morning due to severe disappointment that other university presidents and Trustees are feeling today. Dee

The Good Old Days

Do you know that NYC was one of the last places in the USA to get wired for cable tv? Because of the morass of space underneath the city, telecom ran this stretch, then this cable company, then that one and it was a big mess.

But no bigger than Milwaukee in 2012. I was involved in the cable debates in the 1980’s from a legislative perspective. I even wrote the first cable television privacy act in 1984 (get it?) that was even numbered A.1984. That’s when we thought interactive cable would go viral and cable companies and merchants would be keeping data banks of information on our purchasing patterns.

That privacy legislation was killed, in the final moments, by the moribund Readers’ Digest corporation, who wanted the freedom to keep information on consumers without their knowledge or approval.

All I want now, as a normal cable customer moving to a new town is reliable cable service that is installed reasonably quickly, and to receive a monthly e-bill that I pay. But no, that is not to be.

We have a bundled package of basic cable and modem services through the place where we live. For a good price we have internet and basic services. Then if we want to increase, which we did one tier to get Nat Geo and the History Channel, one pays DirecTV a balance.

Primecast was our provider for a few months until they went bankrupt. Now it’s Hotwire (not the travel site). We have lived here for four months. Neither Primecast, Hotwire or DirecTV  knew that we moved six weeks ago. Their technicians did an install six weeks ago and brought the wrong box (we have a HDTV with a regular box so don’t even get HDTV) and didn’t even know it was an install. They spent two hours getting authorization for the second box using the same customer number and listening to the same awful Muzak that I do.

Between us, over the past four months my husband and I have spent ten hours on the phone correcting the mistakes of these three companies, who apparently can’t tell their arse from their elbow and can’t even manage to track a customer to bill correctly. First, after I set up the account, I tried to change our address and Primecast would not allow me to do so without my husband’s authorization (this is the year 2012, isn’t it?)

They don’t have the boxes or cable ID’s and we’re receiving bills at our old address that we don’t think are ours. This is worse than the 80’s!

Again, all I want is one HDTV box (I’ll turn over the regular box), reliable cable TV service (not pixellated channels like we have now) and a correct bill that arrives at the correct address monthly that I pay. Is that too much to ask? Dee

The Room Picnic

It’s funny that as I write about cooking and quilts and such, that my families (mine and my husband’s) have at least one thing in common, a passion for fabric, linen, tea towels, serviettes.

Here I am showcasing their works and am proud to do so. A few weeks ago I found my great-grandmother’s linen-embroidered scalloped tablecloth that had yellowed. I washed it and hung it to dry and it looks great, just needs ironing.

Jim’s mother has gifted us with quilts and other linens over the years, that are treasured.

But more about room picnics. As a kid, we had four maternal cousins and three aunts and Papa. When 14 of us met every summer (we lived about 8 hours away) we always had one meal in the room.

My aunts would cook for days and bring coolers with food and beverages and we always had “serviettes,” cloth napkins, even though we might be at the local Holiday Inn or some variety thereof with a pool so we could swim ourselves silly.

My father hated room picnics. He’d rather have waitress service downstairs. I have fond memories of them. We were usually in our swimsuits, toweled dry and came to eat a few morsels before going back to the pool.

Sorry, Dad, you once said that all we talked about was food. What was for lunch, where are we eating dinner? Now you cook. You know your favorite restaurants in every city and you eat well. Your eldest daughter (moi) trained as a chef.

What is life if one doesn’t look forward to eating the next meal? And what else is there to talk about with 14 for dinner, on vacation?

It’s a joy to talk about recipes et al with family and friends, and to prepare meals that delight guests. It’s wonderful to have an arsenal of serviettes and torchons and tea towels and tablecloths. And quilts as conversation pieces and prized art.

When we look for hotels, depends with/without dog, but we like a place with a safe for our laptops, a real 1/2 frig for breakfast items, and choosing a pillow is a good thing. Thanks, Martha, for your birdcage curtain/quilt rods. Cheers, Dee