Valentine's Day and Presidents' Day

 A fun little fact about Quiet Rage (as if anybody actually cares).  I was supposed to be born on Valentine's Day and I was supposed to be named Valerie.  The universe had other plans.  I was not born on Valentine's Day and my name is not Valerie.  

How do you celebrate Valentine's Day?  Back in the 80's we used to get secret candy or flower grams in high school.  I used to sit in each class and hope for the delivery of a secret candy/flower gram valentine from a secret admirer.   I wanted that valentine from a secret admirer and then the kiss on the dance floor at the Valentine's Dance from said secret admirer who was not a secret at that point.  To this day I can tell you the songs that were playing at the high school dances where those magical kisses happened.  I knew when a boy put his hand on the small of my back during a dance he would do the "lean in" for the kiss. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh youth.  It was soooooooooooo long ago.   We have all been long-married to other people and many of us are grandparents at this point.  Still, we can all look back and smile fondly on the innocence of those days.  Life marches ahead and now the 1980's are 40 years in the rear view mirror.   

Now that I have an AARP card, which is valid identification for obtaining my "age 55+ senior wisdom discount" on Tuesdays at the grocery store, I celebrate Valentine's Day with my kids and their spouses.  It's now a family event.  Yes, there is love; however, the definition of love has shifted away from my raging, boy-crazy hormones of a love-starved teenager to a mature, motherly love appreciating my adult kids and their spouses (and always a few extras) by taking them all out for a very nice dinner.  I think my family puts a big emphasis on  Valentine's Day as it is close to my birthday and we can celebrate two things at once (hey, life is busy). 

 It's kind of fun to make reservations for Valentine's Day dinner as it is usually assumed by the person answering the phone that I want a quiet, romantic table for two.  When I call for reservations, it's for a group of about 8-10 people.  It's especially fun as we are not quite celebrating Valentine's Day nor my birthday.  It's kind of a random, undefined blend.......which works for us as I LOATHE waitstaff singing me 'happy birthday' donning big sombreros, maracas, clapping, and a flaming dessert. 

With that being stated, my daughter threw me a curve ball today.  She is totally capable of throwing curve balls as she was a collegiate softball pitcher.  LOL.   She kidnapped me this morning and took me for  coffee, a massage, lunch, a painting class, and then dinner.  I was not expecting it at all.  I started crying when she said she wanted to thank me for everything I have done for her.  

I guess today was my reward for not killing my daughter when she was a snotty teenager complete with mood swings and attitude who used to dramatically slam her bedroom door and throw herself on her bed making sure the entire household heard her sighs and cries.  LOL. 

Which brings me to Presidents' Day.  I guess it is supposed to honor the birthdays of President Lincoln and President Washington.  The month of February produces quality people, right?  

Let's look at the focus of Presidents' Day.  It's an excuse to get a day off and go skiing up at Tahoe.  Seriously, one would think that we would look at the contributions and struggles of Washington and Lincoln and put ourselves in their shoes to think about the decisions that needed to be made along with their short-term and long-term consequences and sacrifices on society.  Instead, Presidents' Day has been cheapened to nothing but shilling mattresses and appliances....and an excuse for ski week. 

Great Grandmother Olsen

 Quiet Rage has been on her great grandmother Olsen's farm food journey.  Great Gramma Olsen lived in Morris, Minnesota where her family settled the land back in the 1860's.  They were the iconic prairie pioneer homesteaders.  To add to the iconic story of the prairie lifestyle, my great grandfather used to milk cows in the morning and then deliver the mail using a team of horses.  This was Minnesota 100+ years ago.  There was no heated mail truck.  There was no heated barn.  There was no snow plough to clear the roads.  There was no running to the grocery store.  There was no running water.  There was no electricity.  

Where I'm going with this is that my great grandmother Olsen was an excellent cook and baker.  My father's sisters were wonderful stewardesses of keeping Gramma Olsen's recipes in tact.  They put together a little cook book for us to keep the recipes in the family.  My favorite is Gramma Olsen's sugar cookies.  The ingredients are so simple one would think that such a simple recipe would be bland.  Nope.  Gramma Olsen's sugar cookies are legendary.  

The other recipe is Gramma Olsen's pickled beets.  For whatever reason, that recipe always intimidated me.  I finally decided to try it.  There were some beets left in our garden that needed to get pulled up before it got too cold and wet.  I called my aunt (yes, two of my dad's three sisters still live - we are too spicy to just grow old and lie down) and asked her to describe Gramma Olsen's process of pickling and canning beets.  

Gramma Olsen's pickled beet recipe and method did not disappoint.  I now have a stash of delicious pickled beets that are so good they can be eaten plain right out of the jar like candy (but SUPER healthy).  Again, true to Gramma Olsen's ingredients, they are simple and pure.  Maybe the magic is in the few and simple ingredients.  I'm thinking about entering Gramma's beet recipe in the Sonoma County Fair.  .... and perhaps her sugar cookies. 

Where is Kamala?

 Kamala, along with Hillary, thought they were going to beat the Orange Cheeto without much effort.  Wow.  Know your audience (or should I say voters).  They were too self-absorbed, unplugged from the real angst of middle class Americans, and over confident believing their own bs to think otherwise.  

Yup.  They were high off the smell of their own farts.

Here's where it is at.  Kamala owes a lot of money to her campaign.  Vendors and contractors are going unpaid.  Somehow, the media does not want to talk about that.  Just *how* will Kamala pay off her campaign debts?  Will she beg for a public bailout like everyone else who can't manage their own finances?  

Angry Muslims

 What is it with angry Muslims driving their cars into crowds where people are gathered to have a good time?  There was the recent incident in Germany and now in New Orleans.  WTF is their problem?