Sunday, June 28, 2009

"I hope I don't get heartburn."

That is what Callie said as she made her way upstairs, barbecue-sauce-covered hands in the air on her way to wash up after a very tasty dinner. Tonight was the night Scott has been waiting for since picking up our half hog last fall. Tonight was the night he finally got his barbecued slab of ribs and chicken. Such a treat for a man who eats in the Jeffersonian tradition (lots of veggies, not much meat).

As we devoured our dinner, we decided a few things. First, we decided that barbecue tastes best when the meat is happy. Or, was happy. This was a happy pig and a very happy chicken. And probably the biggest of the chickens we bought last fall from Grant Farms. Second, barbecue tastes the best when you cook it right. Around two hours wrapped in foil in a 300 degree oven and then finishing it up on the grill over low heat seemed to do the trick. Third, barbecue tastes the best when you use sauce you prepared yourself from scratch. Not the junk in the bottle from the supermarket shelf. You know, the one where the second ingredient is high fructose corn syrup? Yeah, not that kind of sauce. Everybody has a different preference in barbecue sauce; we prefer our sauce Memphis style and this is the recipe we use. It's one I adapted from the ingredient list on the back of a bottle of Williams-Sonoma Memphis style sauce and it's a recipe we're constantly tweaking. Tonight it was plate-lickin' good.

The last thing we decided tonight, and the girls agreed through mouthfuls of chicken and pork, was that someday when the girls have met the man they want to marry, this is the meal we'll serve when they bring him home to meet the parents. But only if he's really a top-notch guy, a guy who deserves not only an incredible wife but also an awesome meal, because a meal this good isn't one to be wasted on a man not worthy of our daughters.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Callie's new chair

For Callie's third birthday we redecorated her room. That was over a year ago. Here is a post with a couple photos of her room when it was almost finished...except for her new chair. When her third birthday came and passed, again, over a year ago, I was planning to get her new chair done ASAP. It was an old chair, actually, that a friend had picked up at a garage sale and then when she moved out of town she gave the chair to us, knowing I have a penchant for laborious upholstery projects.

I finally got around to starting the chair last September, as, nine months ago. I worked on it for about three days straight and then took a little break. Well, a long break. I had a feeling I might run out of fabric and I didn't really want to face that. It seemed like an obstacle too challenging to tackle. But Callie kept asking for her "new chair." So, I went back to work on the chair last weekend and finished it a few days ago. And I did run out of fabric. Oops. So I finished the skirt with cording wrapped in ribbon instead of cording wrapped in matching fabric. No biggie. I like to work on the fly. It's pretty much how I roll. Well, okay, sometimes. Because I guess I'm a control freak at heart. But wouldn't it be fun to work on the fly? All the time? Sigh. I just don't have it in me.

Anyway, here's her chair. No before shots, sorry...just imagine the same chair wrapped in gold velvet. Awesome, I know. How dare I rip it off? The seventies are totally coming back! Oh well...

Callie paid the chair (and me, I suppose) a huge compliment the first time she curled up in it in the corner of her room. "What do you think?" I asked her. "It's cozy," she replied. Perfect.

Oh...the goofy looking orange pillow? That was a J.Crew sweater that I accidentally shrunk in the dryer. I couldn't part with had been one of my favorites. So I cut it off across the chest and made it into a pillow. That, my friends, is what we call "upcycling." Thank you very much.