Year: 2011

  • Fashion Friday: Edition today there are 12 things! Twelve!

    I’ve recently designated Thursday as my day to stay at home all day long while Caroline is at school. I’ve discovered it’s a great way to make sure I get things done around the house, like cleaning or checking Twitter or sitting on the couch and catching up on my DVRed programs. It’s good to have goals.

    The only problem is I pick up Gulley’s boys from school every Thursday. And every Thursday I show up in some version of sweatpants and a “vintage” sweatshirt because I’ve just been at home all day. I told Gulley yesterday that I’m afraid there are going to be some ugly rumors about why she allows a woman with limited hygiene goals to pick up her children once a week.

    Then, last night, Caroline and I were waiting in the drive-thru line at Chick-Fil-A and we could see through the windows into the actual restaurant. Caroline said, “Mama, I can’t help but notice that one of the girls that works in there is having a bad hair day”.

    I looked up and immediately knew who she talking about.

    And then I caught my reflection in the rear view mirror and decided that those of us who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones through the windows at Chick-Fil-A. Or something like that.

    I do make the effort to put on makeup and look presentable on the majority of the other days, but I need my Thursdays. So, if you ever see me on Thursday, please be kind.

    1. avery washed leather moto jacket

    This is a great time of year to find a really cute jacket on sale. Thus, I present a really cute jacket on sale.

    2. big buddha empire bag

    I seriously debated buying this bag in black back in the fall. It is so much better in person than in the picture. And I adore the mustard color. It’s the perfect accent for almost any outfit.

    3. chenin grape scarf

    Love, love, love this scarf. And it’s a great price.

    4. calvin klein skirted wool blend coat

    See? Another cute coat on sale.

    I really need to buy myself a new coat.

    5. silk taffeta blakely dress

    I really like this dress and it comes in a variety of colors. In fact, it comes in so many colors that I would have a hard time making a choice.

    6. jingo wrap

    I love these Jingo wraps by Lucky. They’re made out of really soft cotton and are the perfect layer to throw on over jeans and a t-shirt.

    7. kut from the kloth knit jacket

    Another cute jacket on sale. Am I being repetitive?

    8. wavy colorblock sweater top

    I can just see this top with a great pair of wide-legged jeans and some wedge sandals.

    9. sailor denim skirt

    I’m always on the lookout for a denim skirt. And I have yet to find one I really like. However, the buttons on this one may be calling to me.

    10. elevenses karelia coat

    Okay, I’m going to let y’all on in a little secret. Ebay can be a great place to find jackets and coats from Anthropologie for less than you would pay in the store.

    Unfortunately, Ebay lacks the ambience of the actual Anthropologie, but you can’t have everything.

    And this coat is still expensive, but I love it so much that I wanted to share it with y’all. Maybe someone might buy it and I can live vicariously through them.

    11. angel face top

    Adore.

    12. yantra tee

    I am always on the search for a great t-shirt. But I think great t-shirts can be hard to find. They’re as elusive as a television show that P and I both enjoy.

    (As he sits next to me watching The A-Team for the third time in four days. I pity the fool. And myself.)

    This one is really cute and I’d love to wear it with jeans and a bright scarf.

    That’s it for today.

    Y’all have a great Friday.

  • Jambalaya and crawfish pie and file’ gumbo

    About a week ago, my friend Meredith posted a message on my Facebook wall and said she’d made my recipe for jambalaya that day as part of a trial run for a Mardi Gras party she was hosting later that week. And I realized I’d forgotten all about jambalaya.

    But I had a good reason.

    About eleven years ago, jambalaya was one of my cold weather staples. A little spicy Cajun comfort food to help us get through the cold South Texas winters where the temps have been known to dip into the low 30’s for minutes at a time. One night my sister, Amy, was in town for a visit (This was eleven years ago and she still lived in Dallas. This detail isn’t pertinent to the story but you’re getting it anyway.) and I decided I’d make jambalaya for dinner.

    Which was all good and fine until it almost killed P.

    We were all sitting around the table, enjoying our dinner and visiting, when it became clear that P was choking. Mainly because he was giving us the international sign for choking. Apparently, a round slice of sausage had gotten caught in his throat. It was approximately thirty seconds later that my sister and I made the unfortunate discovery that neither one of us possessed an adequate working knowledge of the Heimlich maneuver.

    Actually, I realized I lacked sufficient Heimlich maneuver skills while my sister, who probably knew how to do the Heimlich since she was a teacher and had been trained in CPR, fled the scene because she was afraid P was about to throw up and she didn’t want to see it.

    No one ever accused either of us of keeping a calm head in a crisis situation.

    After P realized he wasn’t going to be able to save himself on the back of a kitchen chair, I dialed 911. And an ambulance came. And paramedics rushed in the house. And we all had to go to the hospital so they could administer some type of medicine to relax his throat muscles.

    I also remember asking if I could have a sedative for myself.

    If I recall, P gave me a dirty look. But he had no idea the stress I was under. It’s not every day that you prepare a meal that almost kills your husband and then simultaneously discover you lack the skills to save him. Talk about WIFE FAIL.

    Obviously, P recovered from the experience. We discovered shortly thereafter that he had some acid reflux issues that had caused scarring on his esophagus which led him to choke easily. So we got that little problem taken care of because calling 911 during family dinner is kind of a downer. Not to mention, expensive.

    So, even though the Jambalaya wasn’t necessarily to blame, I crossed it off my list of meals since I figured it probably fell into a NEVER AGAIN category for P. I didn’t want him to have flashbacks to his near demise.

    (The food that is on my NEVER AGAIN list is Kung Pao Chicken. But for different reasons involving a seventeen hour bus ride and an upset stomach.)

    But, last night after eleven long years, I pulled Jambalaya out of the archives. Although I made sure to cut the sausage into very small pieces.

    We ate it and it was delicious and we didn’t have to call 911.

    And given that I’ve just told you a dramatic life and death tale with too many details about my husband’s esophagus problems, don’t you want to know how to make it yourself?

    Jambalaya

    1/4 cup butter
    1 pound smoked sausage (hot or mild, chopped into very small pieces unless you have learned NOTHING from my story)
    1/4 cup flour
    2 medium onions, chopped
    6 green onions, chopped
    1 green bell pepper, chopped
    4 cloves garlic, minced
    4 ripe tomatoes, peeled and chopped (I used two 14.5 oz cans of petite diced tomatoes because that’s how I roll)
    1 bay leaf
    1/2 tbs. dried thyme
    1/4-1/2 tsp. cayenne
    black pepper to taste
    1 1/2 cups cooked, diced chicken (I bought cooked chicken because, raw chicken, I HAVE ISSUES)
    3 cups chicken broth
    2 pounds raw shrimp, peeled and deveined
    2 cups uncooked long-grain rice
    salt to taste

    In a large stockpot, melt butter and saute’ sausage until lightly browned. Add in flour. Then add onions, green onions, bell pepper, and garlic. Saute’ until vegetables are soft.

    Stir in tomatoes, bay leaf, thyme, cayenne, black pepper, chicken, chicken broth, shrimp and rice. The liquid in the pot should just cover everything.

    Let it boil. Lower heat, cover and simmer until most of the liquid is absorbed and the rice is cooked. Add salt and Tabasco sauce to taste.

    Serve with warm French bread and sufficient knowledge of the Heimlich maneuver.

  • A list of seven things

    Normally it’s at least Thursday before I lose my ability to compile all my thoughts and musings into one incredibly long, slightly boring, cohesive blog post. But I have had one of those days where unimportant things have driven me slightly out of my mind and left me feeling a wee bit irritable and slightly weepy. I am a treasure to be around in person right now if you don’t mind the occasional growl or tearful outburst.

    But on to happier, shinier things!

    1. On Friday night, after recovering from the joy of Blizzard 2011, P and I went to see True Grit. It was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time. Not that I’ve recently seen many movies that don’t involve animated characters, but, still, great movie and great performances.

    I especially loved the little girl who played Mattie Ross. And tried to not let myself be distracted by the man behind us who kept whispering loudly to his date, “THAT GIRL IS JERRY SEINFELD’S DAUGHTER. SHE’S SEINFELD’S DAUGHTER.”

    Sir, her name is Hailee Steinfeld. Steinfeld. With a t.

    2. Over the years I have mentioned HEB once or eight million times on this blog. And many of you who hail from other parts of the United States and, lo, even, THE WORLD, never fail to ask how it’s pronounced and why it is such a prominent feature in my life.

    Here’s a commercial that aired during the Super Bowl that should answer all your questions.

    I love it just a little.

    Also, I’ll tell you what else we wouldn’t have without HEB, any place to grocery shop besides Walmart.

    3. Some of you emailed yesterday and asked if I was starting to moderate comments. The answer is no. There is some sort of glitch with the flux capacitor in my comment section and it’s causing WordPress to hold some comments until I approve them.

    We here at Big Mama, Inc. are working furiously behind the scenes to remedy this issue. Which means that we aren’t really doing anything about it but hoping it just magically fixes itself. Also, there’s no one here but me.

    4. They are forecasting COLD RAIN for first thing this morning. COLD RAIN. As if we can’t figure that out by virtue of the fact that it’s going to be 37 degrees and rainy.

    5. I’m over second grade homework. I don’t believe second graders should have homework unless they are woefully behind. It’s not like they’re taking the SAT next week. They’re seven.

    6. A reminder for my San Antonio area peeps, Priscilla Shirer is going to be here February 25-26th for a Going Beyond event. You really don’t want to miss it. She is an amazing speaker.

    7. See y’all tomorrow.

  • Stanley the snowman was a jolly, spicy soul

    So last week was all about the ARCTIC BLAST hype. Temperatures in the teens and twenties. ICE. SNOW. PERIL. WRAP YOUR PIPES. FROSTBITE. HUMANITARIAN CRISIS.

    At first I didn’t believe the talk of snow because I’ve lived here long enough to know that it’s an annual winter tradition for the weathermen to talk about the possibility of snow and then crush your hopes and dreams to the ground. It’s also rumored they tell kids the tooth fairy isn’t real in their spare time.

    But as the week went on and they continued to talk about 3-5 inches of snow, my ice cold, cynical, grinchy heart couldn’t help but melt a little. And I rang my little bell and whispered, “I believe, I believe, I believe” to myself over and over again. Suddenly, I had no doubt that we would see snow by the end of the week even though there hasn’t been an accumulation of snow in San Antonio since 1985. I was in eighth grade. And didn’t even live here. I lived in Beaumont and remember feeling bitterness towards all the San Antonio children who were experiencing a snow day while I toiled away diagramming sentences in Mrs. Cohen’s English class.

    By last Thursday night, the weathermen were starting to back off their 3-5 inch snow predictions like rats leaving a sinking ship. They all changed their estimates to a trace to 1/2 inch of snow. And we all know that “trace” is just fancy weatherman speak for “covering our rear ends”.

    We went to bed around 10:30 that night, just as icy rain began to fall. That’s all fine and good, but icy rain isn’t snow. No one has ever built a snowman out of icy rain.

    Friday morning I woke up early and looked out the window. At first glance I couldn’t really see anything that looked like snow, mainly because there wasn’t really enough accumulation from BLIZZARD 2011 to cover the grass. But then I checked the Twitter and saw that school was cancelled. About that time, Caroline rolled in and said, “PLEASE TELL ME THERE’S NO SCHOOL TODAY. NO! WAIT! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!”

    I walked her to the kitchen windows and showed her that there was, in fact, snow covering our sidewalks, the street, my car, and a few little patches scattered in the grass. And that was how we ended up dressed in our version of South Texas snow attire by 7:30 a.m.

    We made snow angels.

    We threw snowballs.

    And, of course, we used a plastic washtub as a sled.

    Finally, we made a snowman.

    He was a very jolly, yet diminutive, snowman.

    Caroline named him Stanley. His facial features were made of jalapeno Cheetos.

    Which seems fitting since Stanley was only hours away from the Mexico border.

    And finally, before the snow melted away, we took a walk down to the creek by our house and Caroline spent the next thirty minutes using her boots to break the shallow layer of ice.

    It was all fun and games until she found a patch that was slightly deeper than three inches and the water splashed over the tops of her rainboots. And then it became all ICE. SNOW. PERIL. FROSTBITE. HUMANITARIAN CRISIS.

    We took that as a sign it was time to head back to the house to thaw out, drink some hot chocolate and maybe eat some jalapeno Cheetos.

    Ultimately, Caroline summed it all up when she declared it “ONE OF THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE, EVER!”

    It was a great day.

    And I’m glad we made the most of it because, at the rate San Antonio normally experiences accumulated snowfall, she’ll be twenty-five years old the next time it happens.

    But I can’t think about that or I’ll have to go climb in bed with a box of Kleenex and a bag of jalapeno Cheetos and cry.

  • Let it snow

    Guess what?

    It totally snowed here on Friday. 0.4 inches to be exact. A veritable blizzard.

    And then it was 70 degrees yesterday and we were outside in our shorts and t-shirts. Welcome to Texas.

    I’ll give y’all the full rundown tomorrow after I’ve recovered from all the appetizers I consumed during the Super Bowl.

    But, in the meantime, here’s a little video I captured of some of the fun.

    South Texas Sledding from Big Mama on Vimeo.

    Obviously, Caroline videotaped the part where I’m on the “sled”. Which explains why it is slightly reminiscent of The Blair Witch Project.

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    On an entirely different note, my friend, Lysa Terkeurst, has written a new book called Made to Crave.

    (Yes. All my friends write books. I told Gulley the other day that it’s just a matter of time until she gets her own book deal. And she’s not even a writer.)

    Anyway, Lysa’s book has hit the NY Times bestseller list for the last 3 weeks in a row. Which is kind of a big deal. The premise of the book is how God created us all to crave Him, but we often turn to other things, like food, in an attempt to satisfy those desires. And how we continually feel guilty for the number on the scale, or the hours we don’t spend clipping coupons for our family, or the ways we feel like we fail as wives and mothers. It’s a great book and reads just like you’re talking to a friend across the table. And it’s on sale at Amazon right now for $8.99.

    You can also tune in for a Made to Crave webcast at 7 p.m. (central time) tonight or watch the replay all day Tuesday. Click here for the webcast link. Tonight’s special guest is Mandisa.

  • Fashion Friday: Edition it better snow after all this hype

    I feel like I need to confess that yesterday morning was not my finest hour of motherhood. And it all came down to wardrobe issues.

    Call me a fool, but it seems like days where the temps aren’t going to get above freezing might be an ideal time to wear a few of the sweater dresses that you begged your Mimi and Bops to buy for you last Fall. But, OH NO, why would you wear a beautiful little sweater dress when you can wear a long sleeve tee from Old Navy, hand-me-down jeans, and a sparkly blue poncho that you bought at a garage sale?

    This scenario may have been what led me to utter the time-honored phrase, “Well, I’m going to sell all your sweater dresses on Ebay after you leave for school today”.

    Which was a totally empty threat for two reasons:

    1. She doesn’t really care if I sell them on Ebay because she enjoys wearing ponchos from garage sales.

    2. No way would I sell them on Ebay this time of year. I’ll wait and sell them next Fall to maximize my dollar.

    Honestly, I think I’m just a little on edge because I suspect the weathermen might have led us astray with all their talk of snow. If I don’t see snow in my yard in the next 12 hours, heads are gonna roll. And by that I mean I will complain bitterly about overeager meteorologists while I drink hot choffee.

    But I want you to all rest in the assurance of one thing that will hold true. No matter how cold it gets, I can guarantee with 100% accuracy that you won’t see any photos of Caroline playing in the snow while wearing a sweater dress.

    I also have to confess that I left the house yesterday to pick up Gulley’s boys and Caroline from school and P asked me if I was going in anywhere or just going to be in the car. I told him I planned to stay in the car and he said that was for the best because there was a good chance I might be mistaken for a homeless person. So maybe Caroline comes by it honestly.

    1. deuxhill cowlneck

    I think this is a great piece because it looks great on its own, but would also look snazzy under some type of jacket.

    I don’t know why I just used the word snazzy.

    I’m sorry.

    2. julia lace top

    I am a sucker for a lace top. I can immediately envision it with a great pair of jeans and some cowboy boots.

    It’s kind of got a whole 1970’s thing going on. And the 70’s are dear to me because it was the decade of my childhood. And the decade that gave us the television show Good Times.

    3. citizens of humanity wide leg jeans

    Speaking of the 70’s look, I am beside myself with joy that the wide-legged jean is making a comeback. I adore skinny jeans tucked into boots during the winter, but when the weather turns warmer I prefer my denim to be wide-legged and paired with some wedge sandals.

    And if the Citizens Of Humanity jeans are a little pricey (and they are), check out these 7 For All Mankind that are on sale right now.

    4. stony denim blazer

    I really like this and think it could be so darling paired with something like these courier cargo pants or a great pair of skinny fit tan cords tucked into boots. Or maybe just worn over a dress as an alternative to a standard denim jacket.

    For a similar look, but not in jacket form, I also like this light denim shirt.

    5. hive and honey border stripe cardigan

    I just really like this.

    6. michael antonio wedge sandal

    I’ve been eyeing these for a few weeks now. I don’t know that they’re the exact pair I’d like to own, mainly because there’s a 65% chance I might break my ankle trying to walk around in that heel, but they’re pretty darn close.

    Also, I originally typed “hell” instead of “heel”. And all I can say to that Freudian slip is if the shoe fits…

    7. seaside bracelet

    ***Updated to add that I fixed the link. Sorry about that. I was all caught up in the snow drama and made a careless error.

    Oh how I adore anything with turquoise in it. Or on it. Or around it.

    8. chocolate down coat

    This week has caused me to reevaluate my winter coat situation. And it’s not good, my friends. It’s not good.

    In fact, I have one camel coat circa Banana Republic 2004 and a white puffy down jacket from J. Crew’s 1999 winter collection that I bought back in the days when I used to pretend to snow ski. I mean, yes, I have other jackets, but not good heavy duty coats. Just a bunch of posers that I’ve realized are totally useless once you wear them out in the elements.

    Granted, this is the first time in the almost 18 years I’ve lived here that I really need a good winter coat, but that’s beside the point. I really like this chocolate brown down coat.

    Of course part of the reason could be that it claims to have a REAL COYOTE FUR LINED HOOD. As if that makes it super exotic. I could walk down my block right now and have about an 85% chance of seeing a coyote. But I guess if I lived in New York, I might feel that the coyote fur is a luxury item as opposed to the pelt of an animal that’s responsible for the death of an untold number of house cats in our neighborhood.

    Still, CUTE JACKET.

    9. colorblock knit scarf

    I’ve always enjoyed seeing yellow and gray together. And I always enjoy a scarf. Thus, I like this scarf.

    10. my treasure necklace

    I love Lisa Leonard’s jewelry designs so I occasionally hop over to her site to take a look at what’s new. I saw this necklace today and thought it might make such a sweet Valentine’s Day gift. But, hurry, you have to order by February 8th to get it in time.

    Alright. I’m off to go put on my eleven-year-old down jacket and check the yard for signs of snow.

    Y’all have a great Friday.