Monthly Archives: September 2006

Eating, recipes

Delicious homecoming

We came home from our trip to Chapel Hill to a great dinner. Genia made short ribs, broccoli and corn on the cob. I would’ve taken a picture of the ribs, but I was too busy eating. You should make them so you can see just how attractive they are. Oh, and how oh-my-stars incredibly delicious.

Genia’s Short Ribs
Boneless short ribs
Cooking spray
Oil
Salt, cayenne and black pepper
Genia’s Awesome Day Barbecue Sauce
Spray steel skillet with cooking spray, and add a little oil. Sear ribs on all sides over high heat, seasoning with salt , cayenne and pepper.

Put ribs in the pressure cooker; deglaze pan with a little water, and pour broth over ribs. Cook at 10 pounds pressure for about 15 minutes.

Arrange ribs in a baking dish and spoon sauce on top. Cover with foil; bake at 350 for 30 to 45 minutes. Uncover, resauce and cook another 15-20 minutes (don’t replace foil).

Genia’s Awesome Day Barbecue Sauce
2 cups ketchup
2 tablespoons vinegar
1 teaspoon Worstershire sauce
1 tablespoon mustard
1/2 cup water
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon powdered ginger
1 cup beef broth (from pressure cooker after ribs are done)
Simmer until ribs are ready. Add 1 cup broth. Heat until bubbly.

You won’t be disappointed.

Family matters

Woo hoo!

Rockford found a job! So we’re going here! In just a few weeks!

I know it’s been a strange route to get here, but the lab Rockford is going to be working in didn’t even exist before last month. God does indeed work in mysterious ways.

Reading

"Reunion"

American Life in Poetry: Column 076

By Ted Kooser,
U.S. poet laureate, 2004-2006
I’d guess we’ve all had dreams like the one portrayed in this wistful poem by Tennessee poet Jeff Daniel Marion. And I’d guess that like me, you too have tried to nod off again just to capture a few more moments from the past.

Reunion

Last night in a dream
you came to me. We were young
again and you were smiling,
happy in the way a sparrow in spring
hops from branch to branch.
I took you in my arms
and swung you about, so carefree
was my youth.

What can I say?
That time wears away, draws its lines
on every feature? That we wake
to dark skies whose only answer
is rain, cold as the years
that stretch behind us, blurring
this window far from you.

Reprinted from “Lost & Found,” The Sow’s Ear Press, Abingdon, VA, 1994, by permission of the author. Poem copyright (c) 1994 by Jeff Daniel Marion, whose most recent book is “Ebbing & Flowing Springs: New and Selected Poems and Prose, 1976-2001,” Celtic Cat Publishing, 2002. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.“