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Fish Stick Night

It’s fish stick night at Chez Dump. I can’t tell you the last time I had fish sticks. But we’re having them tonight, and I think that’s great. I’m trying to remember what we would have had in elementary school to go with them. I’d call my sister to ask but I don’t think she’s home right now. Okay, I know she isn’t. So maybe some fruit cup? I don’t think we have any fruit cup in the house, but I have some blueberries we bought yesterday. That’s a little classy to try to recreate the school cafeteria experience. I just realized that what we need is tater tots, and we don’t have any.

I hope to remedy that problem soon.

Junior’s baseball team is on a horrible downward spiral. I don’t think they are going to win a spot in the tournament playoffs, but hey, at least they’re getting a chance to play.

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Corporate America 1, Jody 0

I lost another battle that I didn’t know I was in. You know the tune – Jody likes something, and the company that produces it decides to pull it from the market. We’ve talked about it here before, how food staples like Raspberry Kool-Aid and Primavera flavor Chicken Tonight simmer sauce left a hole in my heart that nothing can replace.

Last night we learned that Chili’s is not going to have the Caribbean Chicken Salad on the menu any more. Nor will they have Junior’s favorite dish, the basil pasta (which wasn’t on the menu under that name but you could order it as a vegetarian entree). The reason? They are cutting out menu items that require them to have an ingredient for just that one dish. (I’m probably explaining this wrong). So the salad is gone because they won’t be carrying mandarin oranges, pineapple chunks or honey-lime dressing (used only for that dish), and they are doing away with mozzarella sticks which means they won’t need to carry the marinara sauce, which is needed for the basil pasta. Oh, and the onion (blossom, or whatever they call it) will be gone too.

I know they offer pasta on the kids menu, so I’m having a hard time picturing them removing one of the few kid’s items, but someone made a decision somewhere. But how hard is it to keep a can/jar of sauce on hand for the kids? Or for the vegetarians, for that matter. Not much else on the menu that doesn’t involve meat.

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Product That Probably Won’t Sell

I like Junior – he’s a funny kid. I don’t know what I’d do if I was stuck with a kid who didn’t have a good sense of humor. And by good, I mean one that amuses me, personally.

This may not translate as well as I’d like, because it was part of a larger conversation, and you have to know about the kinds of snacks that parents buy for their kids these days. If you are unfamiliar with the concept of Fruit Roll-ups or Froot-by-the-Foot this is going to whoosh past you, granny.

I admitted publicly that I like pudding skin. Mr. Dump started to propose a method of exposing as many sides of the pudding as possible so that you could get a LOT of pudding skin out of one cup of pudding. And then Junior suggested Pudding Skin by the Foot. Well, that did it for me. The concept of a long strip of pudding skin that you unfold to eat brought me to tears.

But looking back, I don’t think I’d buy it. Because part of the beauty of the whole fruit roll-up product is that it doesn’t require refrigeration. If you leave pudding skin out, you’ll really have pudding jerky, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

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“Good Old Mom, She’s the Salt of the Earth”

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the United States. (Hey, I have at least one international reader that will admit to it, so let me just pretend I’m I web sensation the world over, would you?) I got my mother’s day present earlier (some high quality headphones for my iPod to do a better job of blocking out stray conversations at work) and certainly wasn’t expecting anything on Sunday.

But Junior wrote me a poem (I will share it tomorrow, because I don’t remember it verbatim and I want to make sure I don’t miss a thing) and gave me a little pot with seeds planted in it. I believe the flowers will be marigolds, but he was calling it something else, so we’ll see.

We packed up and headed out to Newport to meet up with my brother-in-law and his wife who were up here taking their belated honeymoon. And my new sister-in-law presented me with my “other” Mothers Day Present: salt. I got salt for mother’s day! I’ll bet nobody else out there can say that!!! I got salt hand-carried all the way from Houston! And I’m beside myself thrilled!

You see, we eat at Bertucci’s a lot, and they have Cefalu Sea Salt grinders on the table, and I love this salt more than many many things in my life. Every time we go there (a couple of times a month) I threaten to steal the salt off the table, because we have never been able to find it for sale anywhere. Apparently, Mr. Dump wrote down the name and phone number of the import company and did a ton of footwork to try to track it down. The company would only sell it by the case but apparently there’s a liquor store chain in Houston that carries it, and he somehow convinced my SIL to wait in line for 40 minutes (!) to buy me 5 shakers of Cefalu salt (she also bought one for herself). And they gave it to me yesterday and I was bouncing with happiness! No longer do I need to fight the urge to steal!

This is darned tasty salt. It’s hard to explain how salt can taste good, but it just tastes, well, salty. It’s 100x better than anything you pour out of a round box into a shaker, and you grind it yourself with the built in grinder-top. The bottle says it’s imported from Sicily, 100% natural, made only by the Sea and the Sun. Maybe it’s the sun that makes it extra good. I recommend that you all go to Bertucci’s and try some.

So yes, I got salt for mother’s day. And I couldn’t be happier.