Svbway

I have been to the City Hall/Brooklyn Bridge subway stop on the 6-train many times, but I never took notice of how "subway" was spelled.

I did some research about the missing "u" in subway. Apparently, "v" was used instead of "u" in ancient Latin writings. It was not until the Middle Ages that we begin to see the "u" and "w" letters in writing.

Oh.....How Things Have Changed

I spent the last two months going to Met games, going to the beach and drinking (all while getting paid by the board of education). Now that I am in my second week of school, it all seems like a distant past for me. I was forced to trade my Long Beach pass for my student ID and my obsession with the New York Magazine website to an uncalled for infatuation with NYU Home and Blackboard.

Even though I was saddened to shake the sand off the Mexican blanket one last time on Labor Day, I was satisfied with great beach attendance and look forward to being a resident of Long Beach with the beach pass next summer. JT's attendance was so impressive, he too will become a resident of Long Beach next year. We started the summer drinking punch on Riverside Memorial Weekend with Cat and the crew, ventured to Pacific many times, and slowly walked off Riverside Labor Day to conclude the solstice (sans the punch).

Since then, I have become a full-time student, work four days a week at two different schools as a science coach and as an administrative assistant, and then I cater on the weekends. I am not sure how I get through the day between work, class, readings, sleep, watching The Hills, and discussing it with Mara, but I could not be happier with my choice to leave teaching and embark on a new field which really only includes reading about AIDS, health policy, infectious diseases, and medical ethic at the moment. I am awaiting the epidemiology.......!

Gecko!

Hanging out with a good friend at the OAR concert at Jones Beach.

The Floating Pool

One of my quests this summer during the hot days is to find relaxing and cool places throughout the city. Sometimes I would rather take the hot, humid Florida heat over the hideous summer heat in New York City. The heat index can be unbearable due to the amount of concrete and lack of breeze ways because of the buildings.

Looking east towards Brooklyn on the barge

The parks department had a great idea to create a floating pool on a barge and dock it in Brooklyn Heights. This completely intrigued me because it looked so amazing and refreshing in the pictures. One can swim is NYC while having the downtown skyline behind you , the Statue of Liberty in the distance and the Brooklyn Bridge off to the side. Best of all, it is FREE. According to the NY Times, the barge will most likely head to Miami in the winter months.

Looking west towards Manhattan on the barge

There are hour and half swim slots at the pool (to limit the amount of people at one time), a deck to lay down and on mainland there is an actual beach. This totally was not enough time for me to take it all in, but nonetheless, it was something I plan to do again.

The Outfield

I took this picture at Shea Stadium yesterday at the Mets game vs. the Reds. The lines on the grass caught my eye, as did the lonely outfielders. Even though we were short a few of the normal ticket holders, it turned out to be a great game. Weather was perfect, Chipotle for lunch, two beers at the game, and a victory.

Pesto

Pesto is a fragrant sauce made from fresh basil, olive oil, pine nuts, graded cheese and garlic. It originates in Genoa, Italy (way the heck up north). I have only really had pesto at JDF's house and with my vegetarian co-workers (all freshly made). In addition, when I was in northern Italy last summer, I had to have some. I made pesto from 5 cups of basil for mother's day and took some back with me to share and make other meals.

This is the beginning of the pesto process. Since I was the main chef for 8 adults and 3 little turds, I set the kitchen up like my Food Network counterparts (use every bowl and drink along the way).
Once the pesto was mixed and ready, I placed it in this tupperware for safe keeping. It wasn't long before my father's finger was dipping in there, the kids called it slime, and Joe Ribods said, "it's Sunday, why isn't the gravy red?" This is no Rachel Ray 30-Minute meal, more like the Barefoot Contessa. Enter: Second glass of wine.

Once the salad was made, the vegetables were grilled and the steaks pretty much done...I drained the ziti and mixed in the pesto in a serving bowl (shown above). It turned out to be a hit among the natives, although only 1 out of 3 kids ate it.

I managed to take back about 1/2 cup of left over pesto to my apartment. I split lunch Monday with Iz, then tonight I threw some stuff together. I took a filleted chicken breast and rubbed it with pesto. Then I cooked in a white wine sauce with red pepper flakes. Finally, I added crimini mushrooms and garlic. The chicken was served beside some spaghetti with pesto. YUM.

Chicken Parm

I know many of you think of chicken parmigiana as the quintessential Italian meal composing of a breaded chicken cutlet, mozzarella cheese, tomato sauce and possibly served over spaghetti. But once you step out of the world of all you-can-eat salad and bread sticks at Olive Garden and into one of the kitchens (upstairs or downstairs) of real Italians, you will see a totally different culinary experience.

Though parmigiana means literally, "from Parma" (a town in Italy), the name derives from parmiggiana, a Sicilian recipe made with fried eggplant, tomato sauce and mozzarella. Believe it or not, in my two trips to the mother-land, I did not see chicken parm on the menu once. And to be completely honest, it was a rare day if we ever had it for dinner growing up in the Ribods house or any Italian household (even Bananas' house).

Tonight's dinner with Sunday's gravy. Breaded chicken cutlet, gravy, fresh mozzarella cheese and fresh basil with a side of pasta (freshly grated pecorino romano).

In order to have chicken parm for dinner, the following had to occur:
- Mama Ribods would have to fillet, bread, and fry about 8-10 pounds of chicken breasts for dinner. No Italian actually fillets, breads, fries and then makes the parm all in one night. Not worth all those pans.
- There would have to be left over cutlets after we all got through them. On a typical night about 15 cutlets might be remaining. Generous estimate.
- My mother would cut 2-3 cutlets for me into squares for lunch until I graduated high school. Joe Ribods would eat one for breakfast on the way to school. When we got home from school, we would snack on more cutlets. At this point, there would be no more left.
- On the very rare occasion that Joe Ribods didn't take 20+ cutlets to the face in 48 hours and Mama Ribods didn't feel like cooking, she would make some chicken parm with the leftover cutlets. On any given day you will find a bowl of Sunday gravy and a ball of fresh mozzarella cheese in the fridge downstairs. In the upstairs kitchen you will find the frozen reserve gravy. She would throw the cutlets on a pan, spoon some gravy on the chicken, put some cheese and basil on top....then bake for 20 minutes.

Please be aware that Joe Ribods stops by the house from work to take some cutlets "to go."

Afternoon Wine

Carol & Ashlee (aka: Smashlee)

Even though we got about 6 inches of snow yesterday, last weekend marked the first slightly warm, nice weekend. I spent the morning at Saturday Morning Math Academy with students and the math department at school. It was quite fun. Later on that day we all went to Flavia's baby shower on the East side. Ashlee, Iz and I had time to kill, so we went to Republic for a glass of wine in Union Square.

Iz, Kara, Ribods and Carol all on the sauce.

Once we got to the restaurant where the shower was being held, we laughed, we drank, and we ate. My three favorite things to do. I realized that one of my new favorite things to do is drink white wine in the middle of the day. We were seated at a table close to the door and this gave us more reason to have more fun. We were completely removed from the rest of the guests. We took advantage of our table real estate and had the Saturday afternoon of our lives. Below is a picture of Iz and Cat.

Back in the Swing of Things

So a week ago this time I was just leaving the beach and heading back to my room to get ready for dinner with mom and dad Ribods on St. John in the Caribbean. I see that a few of you have been checking everyday probably waiting for my posting on this "magical" trip (as Bananas would say). Since being in St. John, I have returned back to the quick-witted city of New York, wearing closed-toe shoes, and wondering where my parents are going next. For one reason or another, I have not posted. On the other hand, I feel I need to though.

beach view

So here are the highlights of this trip:

- To start the trip off, I was on the maiden voyage to St. Thomas, non-stop, on Delta from JFK. This meant something special (a free neck pillow)...a plane full of kids, 2 meals, tears and snot form the kids, and an hour delay on the tarmac. At least it wasn't as bad as the Titanic's maiden voyage.
- If you ever get a chance to stay at a Westin, do it. I cannot actually describe just how great of a hotel they are, but I will say their Heavenly Bed is wonderful. The resort itself was more geared toward families with little kids and iguanas, but at times I felt like a little kid in a candy store. There were two trampolines in the water, a glacier to climb, floats, canoes, waterfalls, etc. Chairs on the beach and around the pool had little red flags to put up when you wanted service. There were workers specifically positioned to just look for flags popping up.

view from our balcony of the pool scene

- 70% of the island is a national park and The Westin likes to carry on that tradition. So they breed iguanas on site. Everyday around 2:00pm, the entire pool area would be filled with these 3 foot creatures and this was their feeding time. Apparently they did not have a flag to raise when they were hungry. In addition, the entire resort was almost like a rain forest with gorgeous vegetation.

resident iguana

- The weather was amazing (85-90 and sunny each day). At times I felt like I was lying directly on the equator, even at 9:00am, but it was still amazing to be sitting in a bathing suit when I knew everyone back home was freezing their butt off.
- The Dive In Movie- this was impressive. At night, they set up this 15-20 ft blowup television by the pool and they show a children's movie and serve popcorn while the kids are in the pool. I watched Shrek 2 one night and I must say, the kids were so behaved.

out to dinner with mom and dad with their vacation attire on

I really do not have any funny stories or craziness to report about. It was really just a relaxing vacation with the parents. I read two books, read the paper everyday and just enjoyed life. In bed by 10pm every night and up at 6am to walk around the grounds. I am sad that I do not have any trips booked at the moment. Perhaps Greece in the summer of '07, South America fall '07 or maybe some shuffle board is Siesta Key. Who knows....I'm sure I will be going somewhere soon!