|I don't know who this guy is, but he has a very cool hobby.|
A few months ago, Edmund's cub scout pack took a trip to the Elmhurst Model Railroad Club. I didn't go. I dropped him off and the Chef picked him up, and when they got back, neither one of them could stop talking about how cool this tiny place is. Edmund gave me a flyer with the very limited hours open to the public and I vowed that the next rainy Sunday, we would go back.
A few weeks ago, on a rainy Sunday, I kidnapped my father-in-law, bribed Lucy with the promise of ice cream and with Edmund leading our tour, I got to go back.
There are yards and yards of scale model train tracks, with little trains chugging around bends and through tunnels. Edmund and his Papa were enthralled by the trains themselves, exact replicas of the locomotives that stop traffic all over this city. Some of which even have dirt and graffiti tagging, painstakingly applied with chalks and decals by their loving owners.
Lucy was delighted with the scenery. Specifically, she loved the drive-in movie theater that was playing a real movie! Some black and white film was playing, featuring giant bugs fighting the military. In fact, she and a friend spent most of the time there watching the movie on the miniature (but to scale mind you!) five inch movie screen.
One of the club members gave me a scavenger hunt sheet. So, I was obsessively searching all of the layouts for things like a skunk, garden gnomes, and the ice cream truck, which plays music when you push the button! No, those scavenger hunt sheets are not just for the kids. That stuff is hard to locate. Hmmph, honestly.
Not to be confused with toy model trains, scale model trains are built on specific ratios corresponding to actual things. The pigeons on the building were teeny tiny! So cute! Also, there was a scale model of the S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald there. That was one big boat.
If you're in the Western Burbs some Friday night or Sunday afternoon, this little gem of museum is not to be missed.
Within the pages of this book lies a recipe so unforgettable, I and other members of the clan are still making it a decade later.
You can find the recipe here for the tried and true Lemon-Cilantro Chicken with Garlic-Ginger Mayonnaise. You can use any chicken pieces with this, bone-in, skin-on, boneless, skinless. Whatever you've got lying around will be just fine. Trust me.
And the mayo...swoon.
I made it this week for the first time in a long time. The Chef professed his undying love for me on the phone when I told him what was for dinner. Every one of my kids loves it. Your family will love it. Make the mayo ahead of time. Because it's worth it.
I served it with a salad and sourdough bread (cause that's what I had lying around). We put the mayo on the chicken, on the salad as dressing, and on the bread as a delicious garlic-ginger mayo topping. It tastes like summer.
I tried not to breathe in anyone's face today.
While waiting for Burn Notice, White Collar, and Downton Abbey to return, and after saying good-bye to Mary Shephard of In Plain Sight, the Chef and I thought we'd check out the oft-hyped Mad Men.
I mean I've seen the book lists and the fashion lines that have become popular because of the show, and some of my friends love it. But I don't.
I just can't enjoy spending 40 minutes or so of watching completely horrible people do horrible, or at the very least, inexplicable things to each other and themselves.
Yes, it's a cool period piece showing post-war Manhattan in all its mid-century modern glory. But I loathe every single character.
I had all the same sentiments when I quit Grey's Anatomy years ago.
Am I missing something?
Yes. I still don't have any mindless, but somewhat redeeming tv to watch while I eat my nightly bowl of Lucky Charms.
I have to eat Lucky Charms at night, because I don't allow my kids to eat it.
So who can sell me on Dr. Who? I'm up for anything.
Not only that, but Wednesday also marked the beginning of his career as a little league umpire. He called strikes and balls, and declared a kid out at third. And all of the coaches and parents listened to him, like he was a grown-up or something.
I'm so freaking proud.
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Ahh, another school year in the books. Does anyone else feel self-congratulatory over pretty basic things, like getting your kids to school enough days for them to be considered as having attended a full year?
I felt this at Baby J's first birthday too. She survived a whole year! I didn't drop her (that much), didn't roll over on her in my sleep, remembered to feed her, nursed her through a few illnesses, dressed her appropriately for the weather, didn't forget her any of the places we went, always remembered to get her out of the car, bathed her without incident. She survived! Not only that, she thrived and grew and can now say lots of words, including "doggy."
Speaking of doggy, she made our doggy, her b***h. That poor dog. He suffers greatly at the hands of our girl/puppy. I think he loves her.
You know that Carrie Underwood song, Jesus Take the Wheel?
Well, you might like the Tim Hawkins song, Cletus Take the Reel.
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We are looking at unseasonably low temps this weekend. You know what that means?
It means that come Monday, Hoarders will no longer want to film an episode in my basement.
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