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My favorite time of the year! Fall and football season! It’s a great time to break out the chili, meatballs, Sunday sauces and other party food recipes. For a Thursday night game or afternoon snack, soft pretzels are quick and easy to put together, fun to do with kiddies and so delicious.

I started with this recipe from Sugarlaws then tweaked it to make it a cinnamon raisin version. The results are great!

INGREDIENTS:

1/4 cup of raisins, soaked in warm water, drained and chopped

1 tsp active dry yeast

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1/3 cup warm water

1 1/4 to 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

3 tbsp white sugar (next time I will increase more, maybe 1/2 white sugar, 1/2 brown sugar)

1/4 tsp salt

1 tsp cinnamon

1 tbsp canola oil

Butter, melted

Additional cinnamon and sugar for rolling

DIRECTIONS:

Dissolve yeast into water with a pinch of sugar, let stand 10 minutes, until the mixture is creamy colored. Mix the yeast mixture with flour, sugar, cinnamon, salt and canola oil, and knead until combined (a few minutes, not even 5). Add raisins. Let the dough rise in a greased bowl until doubled in size, about 1 hour.

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees. When the dough has risen, pinch off a handful and roll it out into a long strand in cinnamon and sugar (1 part cinnamon to 3 parts sugar). Set aside. Repeat with the rest of the dough, about 6 times. Once all the strands are rolled out, pick up the first one and stretch it out again (the gluten will have relaxed and it should stretch further now). Twist it into a pretzel shape and place it on a baking sheet lined with silipat or cooking spray. Repeat with the rest of the strands.

Bake for about 8 minutes, until pretzels have browned.  Brush with melted butter and sprinkle with additional cinnamon and sugar mixture. Let cool. Really, they are better when they have cooled a little. Enjoy!

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There is no “typical” fan. Among us are the ritual keepers, the statisticians, the face painters, the casual fan, the fairweather fan and the lifers. We congregate in bars, in parking lots, in the upper decks, on couches, around radios and sometimes alone in cars. We drink beer, cook hot dogs, order pizzas and eat potato chips.  We have rivals and second favorite teams. We root for our fantasy players and maybe secretly hope someone sprains an ankle (but not too badly). We know the schedule. We know the Monday Night Football music.* We take off our hats for the National Anthem and sometimes sing along. We reminisce about our first pro game. We talk about how we would manage the team differently.

We are fans. We love the game. We love our team.

What I don’t understand is how one player can ruin it all for some people. Yesterday the Philadelphia Eagles signed Michael Vick to a two year contract.  In case you’ve been living under a rock, Michael Vick has spent the past eighteen months in a federal jail for conspiracy and crimes related to running a dogfighting operation. Understandably, the Philadelphia fans and media are upset for a variety of reasons. What he did was despicable, but that’s not what I’m going to talk about here. From what I’ve read on blogs, Facebook and Twitter, some fans are saying they are going to stop watching and rooting for the Eagles. Is picking up one player enough to derail a lifetime of support for your team?

I grew up a Philadelphia Eagles fan. There are pictures of me as an infant watching the games with my dad and one of my first words was touchdown. I continued watching games with my dad growing up and he taught me about the game. It was what we did together on Sundays. For a couple of years, though, he stopped watching Pro Football because he felt like they made too much money. He was protesting.

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On second thought, maybe my dad just didn’t want to watch with me, an annoying adolescent who knelt in front of the TV singing to Randall Cunningham. “All we need is you Cunningham, all we ne-ed is yo-ou.” To the tune of All We Need is a Miracle (Mike and the Mechanics).

*We haaaaate Joe Buck.  Ok, maybe that’s just me. I haaaaate Joe Buck.

I’ll get back to my Ireland trip in a sec, I know you really want to hear about how I saw U2 in Dublin. And, of course, the saga of the missing luggage. (23 days and counting)

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Now, I’ve been a proponent of Vick getting a second chance with his life and with football since this debate started.  He went to jail and paid his debt to society.  I will admit to a big case of NIMBY (Not In My Backyard) right now. I trust Andy Reid, but I don’t trust the management office. And apparently Donovan McNabb is not on board, although he said otherwise in the press conference after the preseason game. (How can you blame him?)

Also, on a personal note — ok, who am I kidding, I take my football very personally — I won a bet last year with Sports Fan, who is a Giants Fan.  The bet, based on the last Eagles/Giants match-up, was whether our dog, Matty, would wear an Eagles or Giants jersey this year.  The Eagles won, so Matty is supposed to wear an Eagles jersey.  I don’t think I can do it. I know Vick does not and will not represent the entire Eagles organization. And no, matter what, they are 免费梯子 I love them and I will always support them and root for them.  And I support this decision they made, as a lawyer and as a person. But I cannot put my DOG in an Eagles jersey. Not with Vick on the team. Not this year. Does that make sense?

Other reasons I am selfish about Vick joining the Eagles:

1. The press. Signing Vick is going to attract a lot of press. The whole season. McNabb attracts a lot himself and with the T.O. debacle in all-too-recent-history, we just are still suffering from media hangover in Philly.
2. McNabb. Could we show this guy a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T? I feel like Philly phans are just one interception shy of carting him off the field and offering him to the opposing team for a bag of footballs and used shoulder pads.  People think New York fans are bad, but being a New Yorker, Mets fan and Philly phan, I can tell you that McNabb has it the WORST.
3. The Mets. They are pooping the bed. Again. Can ONE of my sports teams come through for me this year?
4. Sports Fan. It will be IMPOSSIBLE to live with my Giants Fan husband if this Vick-periment is a bust. Really. You have no idea.  Wildcat-ho!

Day 3
We woke up early enough to eat the free breakfast at the hotel, which is not usually our thing, but one of us is about to get fired. It turns out that breakfast is very nearly the only thing edible in Ireland. Sports Fan ate pancakes every day in Galway and I ordered the full Irish breakfast. I liked saying “give me the full Irish” because it made me think of the full Monty.  Also, I could give my meat to my husband (heh heh). Okay, I meant the bacon and sausage. I basically ate an egg on toast and butter. Lots and lots of butter. It was the best tasting butter I had ever had in my life.  The full Irish also came with “pudding.” Not your chocolate and vanilla creamy, milk-based pudding. Pork and oat based pudding. I only know this because we stopped into a convenience store and looked at the ingredients. Curiosity killed the pork based breakfast product, if you know what I mean.

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We eventually got to the Cliffs of Moher and it was gorgeous. Unbelievably tall cliffs rising straight out of the ocean. I took some nice pictures.  On the ride back we drove along the coast and the view was even more beautiful. We stopped a couple of times to take pictures. This was by far the best day of the trip.

The land is largely covered by enormous rocks, which makes it hard to farm. There were a lot of farms with cows, horses and sheep. We drove through a lot of small towns with only a few shops. When we stopped in one to ask if they had a pharmacy (the need for hair gel and conditioner was dire), they said no. They had to drive probably over 30 minutes to get to what amounted to a convenience store!  (Ok, so not Jersey). It was a really great way to spend the day with my husband.

Of course, then there was the food. We went back to Galway and had dinner at what was supposedly one of the nicest restaurants in town, the Park House Hotel restaurant. Yeah, not so much.

Day 4
Breakfast again! It is silly that this was a highlight of our trip, but it was also something that brought us closer together. We spent the day wandering around Galway. I started getting sicker, taking cold medicine and arming myself with a pocket-load of tissues. My coat was in the big suitcase, so I had only one sweater to wear and it was COLD and RAINY in Ireland. Every day Sports Fan would walk down the steps of our hotel and say, jokingly, “oh look! it’s dreary out!”  Day 4 (also known as Thursday in every other part of the world) we bought Sports Fan some shirts and another pair of jeans. He joked that he would be a light packer from now on. I’ll believe it when I see it.

There isn’t much to see in Galway. We wandered the streets, the main drag where no cars can pass, where street performers sing, do tricks and stand very, very still while wearing face paint for euros. I’ve never understood that last one. While meandering and discussing how much we hate tourists, even when we ARE tourists, we found tapas bar and Spanish restaurant, Cava, about which Sports Fan heard good things. Although we felt silly eating tapas in Ireland, it is one of our favorite types of restaurants, so we decided to eat dinner there. We were not disappointed. In fact, it kept us from declaring the entire country devoid of palate.  Full and finallysatisfied, we went back to crash at the hotel. The next day we were traveling back to Dublin.

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*Renting a car abroad? Holy expensive adventure, Bruce Wayne, er, Batman.  If I were to do it again — and not in Ireland, for Pete’s Patrick’s sake, I’m not going back, it’s jinxed — I would rent it online in the U.S. so I could pay in good old greenbacks. I was told that’s the better way, but I didn’t want to nail us down on travel dates. Well, screw that.

Day 1
Arrive at the airport to find out our 9:45 p.m. flight is delayed five (5) hours. Seven (7) hours from when we are standing at the check-in line at the airport. We’re not at the nice terminal, mind you; no, we’re at the shitty-ass terminal that has wrapped sandwiches and flights to places on the globe I have never heard of.  We went home, ate Thai, watched TV and went back to the airport to catch our 1:45 a.m. flight.

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We check both bags. I sense something is wrong so certain things (i.e., medication) do not get packed. We carry nothing on except electronics. We do not mingle clothes in suitcases for the first time ever. You know, except my favorite DVF dress. (Again, foreshadowing). I watch both bags go ON to the little runway to nowhere. I see them get sucked up into the flaps. The baggage dude says to me, “You can go now. Have a nice trip.”  Famous last words.

Day 2
We arrive in Dublin and wait at the baggage carousel. Lots and lots of bags come off and I start to worry. The plane was not full so our bags should NOT be taking this long. Towards the end my small suitcase appears. I start to pray silently, please don’t let Sports Fan’s suitcase be lost. Please let it come off the runway. Now. Now. Now? The carousel stops moving. My heart drops into my stomach. He looks at me. I shake my head.This cannot be happening. Not now. Not Ireland. I walk over to the Flying Assholes’ “Help” desk and explain the situation. They assure me that it will be on the next flight and they will send it to our hotel in Galway the next day. By lunchtime. I’m hopeful. Sports Fan is not. He is already giving up hope. I convince him we can still catch the train to Galway. “It will be there tomorrow. They told me.”

We take a taxi to the train and find our reserved seats. I don’t know how long it takes us to realize that reserved seats means the asshole car with no air conditioning. Since when does “reserved” mean crappier treatment? Did the people on the lowest levels of the Titanic reserve their places first and the people who had beds and china just happened to wander on at the last minute?  Sports Fan is dying of heat. In the only clothes he has in Europe. He finds other seats in the packed train after a couple of stops and we move. The ride is fine, but we say aloud to each other, “doesn’t this countryside remind you of New Jersey?”

We get to Galway and it immediately starts to rain. We look around and think, “what’s the big deal?” Sports Fan is overheard comparing it to Hoboken and someone scoffs at him. Guess we’re not the only ones from the North East, but we’re the only ones not enamoured. We ask directions and start walking towards the hotel down a sketchy block that looks like it was built in the ’70s. He keeps asking me if I’m sure we’re walking in the right direction. Truthfully, I’m not sure. There are no fucking street signs. I just followed the guy’s directions. “A quarter of a mile, he said. Keep walking.”  We spy the hotel and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Check-in is easy enough. We forget that in Europe “0″ is the ground floor and we stumble around trying to find room 115 for a few minutes. We walk in and Sports Fan’s face says it all. I tried to save money because of my predicament, being laid off. It was a medium-priced hotel. It actually isn’t terrible. Slightly run-down. Not four stars. Kind of trendy in the decor, but it doesn’t look fresh and clean. It looks dingy. We both walk into the bathroom and sigh. There is grime in the sink. I think to myself that I need to start carrying cleaning supplies when I travel, but then again, they would be in the big suitcase. (That became the joke of the trip — whatever we wanted/needed would have been in the big suitcase).

We were hungry and tired, but the most important thing was finding Sports Fan some clothes before the shops closed. I asked a guy in the bar downstairs and he sent us to Dunnes, which seemed to be the equivalent of an H&M. Cheap clothes, sort of trendy. Sports Fan bought a hoodie and a t-shirt, socks and boxers.  We couldn’t find a pharmacy or any place to buy a toothbrush, face soap, hair gel or other toiletries. We gave up easily, ready to eat and have a beer.

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We got back to the hotel, checked the lost baggage number for the first of dozens of times and went to sleep.

Oh, hey. A post with words that aren’t preceded by dry or liquid measurements. How’s that for an idea. I’ve been in a funk, Dear Reader. Changes are coming my way and I do not like it one bit. I’ve been struggling with whether to write about them here. It is still probably not the best idea, but I’ve preserved my identity well enough that I think it is probably ok.* And I sort of need the catharsis of writing, you know?

I’m losing my job. For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you know that I’ve been fearing this day for a while. I’m a good employee. A great employee, actually. And a damn fine lawyer, if I do say so myself. But the economy. She blows. And I’m at a place in my career where you either stay and get on the partnership track or make a move to go elsewhere. And, honestly, if the economy was booming, I’d probably be making this decision on my own in the next year or so. But for it to be forced upon me at this junction, in these times, is very, very hard. I’m struggling.

So change is coming.   In September I will join the ranks of tens of thousands of unemployed lawyers in New York City. Victims of the Crash of 2009. But more than that, September will be the first time since the sixth grade that I’m not making money on my own. It’s difficult because I want to contribute to my household. I want my education and my hard work to COUNT for something. I want to contribute to society. And I am still up to my freaking eyeballs in debt, thank you very much. I want to enjoy the life that I’ve worked so.freaking.hard to build, for so many years. I was just getting to a place in life where things were starting to come together. And now it is being taken away, hopefully only temporarily.

I’m not angry. I’m sad. I truly enjoy working with my colleagues and everyone at my current firm. I’m absolutely devastated at the thought of saying goodbye. I’ve cried more times than I can count. I even called a partner in another office today and couldn’t keep my shit together long enough to have the conversation — that I wrote out before hand to keep myself on point!!!  He was so very nice, of course, to my sniveling self on the other line.

I hear from people all the time that things will work out for the best. That a new, better opportunity is just around the corner. I know. I believe it — or at least want to believe it. But it is still so incredibly hard. Even though I knew, deep down, that this was going to happen (I’ve had an inkling for a few months), it still hurts. Like pulling off a band-aid. You know it’s coming, but the pain is still there.

As you can probably tell, I have found some relief in the kitchen lately. I find cooking very relaxing. Please bear with me as you will likely see an onslaught of recipes in the near future. I also want to thank you all for reading and commenting. It brings me so much joy to be a part of such a wonderful blogging community.

* Except from those of you I’ve stupidly sent an email from my personal account. Or from those I’ve added to my Facebook account because I’m smitten by in love with stalking friends with you. Hmmm. Yeah, anonymizzle fo shizzle.

Yeah, I sort of edited this a bit from the first time I posted. You’re not going crazy, I am. Ha.

Summer is my favorite time of year, not just because the weather is nice (but thank God for that). I love the abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables. Tomatoes are my absolute favorite fresh veggie. I love vine ripened tomatoes with a little salt. Mmmm. I can eat them like an apple.

Two recipes I have been itching to try that star the tomato are a panzanella salad and gazpacho. I made both lately and they are just the perfect summer foods for lunch or a light dinner.

Panzanella Salad

1 loaf ciabatta bread (slightly stale or toasted)
2-3 vine ripened tomatoes
1 hot house cucumber (aka English cucumber)
1/2 red onion
salt and pepper
1 1/2 T Dijon mustard
3 T. balsamic vinegar
1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 clove garlic, minced

Slice bread into 1-inch chunks and put in large bowl. Chop tomatoes, cucumber and onion into bite sized pieces and toss into bowl with salt and pepper to taste.

Mix mustard, vinegar, olive oil and garlic in a small bowl and whisk together. Combine all ingredients in the bowl with the bread and toss.

Parmesan Toasts

Italian bread, sliced thinly (ciabatta would be great. I used a rosemary olive oil loaf)
garlic clove, pealed
extra virgin olive oil
Parmesan cheese, cut with vegetable peeler

Toast bread lightly on both sides. Rub one side with garlic clove and drizzle with olive oil. Lay Parmesan cheese on top. Broil or toast until the cheese is just melted.