Derby de Mayo

Mets vs Brewers

Saturday marked our first Mets game with the season tickets. Unfortunately, the Mets lost to the Brewers, Johan Santana pitched a bad game, but it didn't end up raining and good times were had by all (expect the mother sitting in front of us). We started the day off drinking blueberry beer, playing Wii, and eating some party mix (all thanks to Tort). JT could not make it to the game (something about being in St. Maartin), so Roommate joined in and proved to be much cooler! We even had some Mr. Softee.

These weren't our actual seats, we managed to hang out on the lower level when JDF was in the bathroom. It seemed like a Kodak moment.

3/4's of the original Mets crew....Roommate was an OUTSTANDING substitute.

The physical abuse I get from Roommate, even when I give her a ticket to the Mets game.

Citi Field in the outfield. Roommate didn't realize it was a whole other field...she just thought it was part of Shea.

JDF is wondering how he managed not having a gold bracelet that matched his gold glasses all this time.

Classic photography....Tort is up to no good with Ribods.

BTW- We are clearly sober in all of these pictures.

Books

I did some rearranging of the library and thought I'd take a snap shot of what I've read.

The Orchid

Roommate brought this orchid plant home from work the other day. This is not only a very expensive flower, but also a unique flower that requires a tremendous amount of care compared to most plants. The plants stays in my room during the day so it receives the proper amount light every day. After reading up on orchids, once they stop blooming it becomes a challenge to regrow the plant after cutting it down.

Roommate lost interest in the orchid soon after her delivery. In an email she said, "the orchid turned out to be a lame addition...that thing just sits in roommates (Ribods') room, listening to NPR, reading about rats, emailing on its flowerberry..."

Fajitas

I decided to make some fajitas tonight, the night that Jesus had the Last Supper with the 12 Apostles on Holy Thursday. I am not sure what Jesus ate for dinner other than bread and wine, but I doubt he had fajitas. Anywho, the color of the chicken, peppers, and red onion cooking seemed photo worthy.

Roasted Garlic

Four heads of garlic with the tops sliced off so every clove is slightly exposed. Drizzled some olive oil on top and baked at 350 F for 30-40 minutes. Like butter.

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!

Dad's Major Defeat

If you were to look at my father's hand, they would tell you a lot about him. Beyond the calluses and cuts, his hands tell the story of an immigrant who made a living as an electrician, military veteran and grocery store bagger on Bleeker St. He is a guy who can fix anything in my eyes, wire an in-ground pool all by himself, and hang a fixture like no other. Mr. Ribods, like most laborers, comes home from work tired. There are very few things in this world that can keep my father up at night after a long day's work. There isn't much that could force him to have a restless night....unless you are the wildlife that tends to inhabit his property.

Before I go on, there is another tidbit you need to know about my dad. He loves playing games with any sort of animal that may or may not be causing trouble, but he won't be defeated. When the woodchuck was ruining the lawn, he sat on the patio with his pellet gun, eating breakfast until the little guy came out. After a few sleepless nights wondering how he can get him, he shot the woodchuck. When the back lawn was infested with a rare breed of a scorpion/beetle...Mr. Ribods decided to stand on the hill with a pair of long-nose pliers and yank the critters out of their holes. Everytime he got one, he would kill it by pinning the insect to the house right near the side door. Dad got up to about 12 insects that were about 4 inches long. He has also had run-ins with squirrels, chipmunks, turkeys and wasps.


I was home for the past week and was lucky to spend some quality time with my dad. We were set to run to the store together and I went outside to the car. I found him in the backyard looking bewildered. He was staring at his 10-foot, mesh fence that he put up around the house to prevent the deer from eating the shrubs all winter. My mother calls this mesh fence a complete eye soar, even more so when he attempted to hang Christmas lights from this fence. My dad considers his fence the work of a genius...until that afternoon. There he was...standing in front of his fence, looking at a bent steal pole, and torn mesh. Somehow, an animal (possibly a deer) got into the fenced in area, flipped out and attempted to jump over the fence to escape.

Our trip to the store was put off for a moment as we surveyed the crime scene. There was fur on the fence, hoof marks, and forced entry where the fence met the house. My dad stood there shaking his head saying, "how could this happen?" I gave him my condolences and we went to the store. Later that day he fixed the fence, called my neighbor to discuss the issue at hand, called my mother at work, and even went back outside to the fence still in shock. The next morning we were having breakfast and dad seemed a little silent. He told me he was up all night wondering how the deer could have gotten into the area. I wasn't sure how to console someone with this type of defeat, so I said "don't worry...the deer didn't eat the shrubs. So it could have been worse." My dad's response, "do you think your mother will get mad if I put the mechanical deer that light up inside the fenced in area the rest of the winter to deter the deer from trying to enter until spring?" Knowing that I would be returning to my apartment, I said, "not at all. Just do it after I leave."

Holiday Card and Random Thoughts

This holiday season I somehow received more holiday cards than ever. Between my school mailbox, apartment mailbox, parent's home, and e-mail inbox there was a lot of holiday cheer to be spread around. I even sent a few cards out to those I have not seen in a while or live far away. And to those that see me on a regular basis...well they got my holiday cheer everyday. Getting mail is always fun, but if you are going to spend the money on the card and postage, at least write a little note. I would even be happy with a "Dear Ribods..........Happy Holidays. Dick and Jane." Nothing is more impersonal than opening up a card that reads, "Dick and Jane." The one person I give a pardon to is my dentist, he just stamped his name on it. We don't hold a personal friendship, so it is okay.

On that note, I do not want those who sent personalized cards to go unnoticed. Here are a few:

• Dee: "Wanted to wish you are your family a happy Hanukkah....hahahaha"
• Maggie: "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays friend. Hope they treat you and your toe well."
• PC: "You will always be my favorite robot."
• Jono: "Even though we don't see much of each other, I still am honored that you are my co-worker"
• Nick: "Happy 'Holly'-days"
• Head of my program at NYU: "Happy holidays Ribods, when are you coming back?"
• Nick Ribods, Jr: "Time to start planning another trip! Happy Festivus!"
• From Ashlee G. to my parents (homemade card!): "Say hi to Ribods for me!"

With that being said, I hope everyone had a great holiday. I am off this week, so I can blog all day. I have pictures coming of the meals we had. And I will be closing the year with a well thought-out post perhaps. Still working on the details.

-Ribs

Feast of Seven Fishes

Christmas Eve in any Italian household is almost as important as Christmas day is in other homes. We tend to celebrate the birth of Jesus with the Feast of Seven Fishes, also known as La Vigilia. It is a meatless feast of seafood dishes in anticipation for the birth of Jesus (Vigilia de Natale) or in our case, midnight mass. I used to despise this seafood dinner, but I have grown to enjoy it a little more each year. This year there is an absence of crab and lobster, but we have the following:

• Shrimp cocktail
• Breaded shrimp
• Raw clams
• Baked clams
• Linguine with clam sauce
• Stuffed calamari
• Salmon

In addition to these dishes, there will be broccoli with garlic and oil, stuffed artichokes, bread from my cousin's bakery in the Bronx, and who knows what else. Tomorrow is Christmas day...and that warrants a completely different type of meal, but just as good.

The Holiday Party

There is something special about the staff at my school...we can leave school and have a great time with each other. Last night was the school's annual holiday dinner held at an Italian restaurant. We exchanged gifts, we ate, we drank, we were loud, we laughed, we offended each other and those sitting around us. Then we took the party to a bar across the street from the infamous Woogies. The night consisted of two dampers though. #1: Ashlee G was not in attendance and #2: We had to teach today (instant buzzkill). I have included a few pictures of the night. Yes, these people below are responsible for educating today's youth.

2007 Middle School Teachers Calender group shot plus our agent (principal) in the way back.

English teacher, social studies teacher & Ribods

The Science Department- apparently I am the only one who drinks

hmm, not sure about this one

Catering Gig, Part Deux

Saturday night consisted of another catering gig in Soho for a private party. I did this party last year with Ev and Iz. Let me set up the scene: The party is thrown by this married couple about 5 years older than I, with a $5 million apartment in SoHo. The apartment has an elevator that opens up inside the apartment, the bedroom doors are frosted glass, the artwork is taller than I, the kitchen has appliances that I am not sure of their purpose (but they look cool) and well....you get the picture. The couple really doesn't care what we do (eat, drink, make fun of the guests, etc), as long as the drinks are poured and the food is always there. Here are the highlights of the night:

• Ev is unofficially the funniest person I have ever met.
• Three lychee martinis in 40 minutes seemed like a great idea until the next morning. I won't complain about free, top shelf alcohol and getting paid to drink it though.
  
• Last year Iz and I were asked if we were lesbian lovers. This year one of the guests said to Ev, "oh, I see the lesbians are back this year."
• Playing "guess who you think I think is cute or wanna get with" the entire night is crucial to a good time.
  
• Rich people get way too dressed up for these parties.
  
• Food: we ate an incredible amount. So massive, that Iz coined the nickname "Piggy".
• I was bombed by the time we left, but still went out for a night cap at PS450 with JT.
  

We are booked for next year's party with them. More food, drinks, and fun at someone else's expense.