Thursday, April 10, 2014

Harry on the Red Carpet

Maybe it's a little late for Oscar buzz (ok yea, it's really really late), but Harry and I went crazy again for Oscars 2014.  Last year, we hosted a pajama party, while this year the theme was based on Ellen DeGeneres - in that some guests dressed like Ellen and wore Ellen underwear.

Every year I try to theme food off of the best picture nominees.  Apparently, so does the rest of the internet, so I didn't have a hard time coming up with ideas when I was in a jam.  And the Oscar nominees are:
  1. 12 Hours a Marinated Chicken Wing
  2. Dallas Cowboy Pulled Pork Sliders served with a syringe of BBQ sauce
  3. Philomena's Chocolate Stout Cake
  4. Somalian Chicken Skewers
  5. Gravity Defying Popcorn Bar
  6. Wolf of Wall Street Classic Champagne Cocktails
  7. Carmine's Homemade Limoncello
  8. Nebraska style Beer (yea that was creative)
  9. "Her" Mini-Pizzas

We spent the evening stuffing our faces, drinking too many champagne cocktails because we thought there would be a snow day on Monday, and playing inter-missionary games of Ellen's hit game Heads Up.  

While Harry schmoozed with our friends, some of us walked the red carpet and took a pic on the "Red Carpet Selfie Wall" which tied in nicely with Ellen's most re-tweeted selfie of all time.  Studious friends took a time-out to complete their Oscar picks on their ballots while pop culture enthusiasts made their way around our condo playing the "Guess that Oscar Winning Best Picture" game.

All in all it was a fabulous night, and an exciting way to spend a Sunday--however I highly suggest the Academy move the glamorous award show to a Saturday night so those champagne cocktails don't hurt so much the next day.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

New Fur-Cousin!

Last weekend Harry met our newest fur-cousin, Pickle.  Named by my 5 year old niece, Pickle was adopted a few weeks ago from a family where he wasn't adapting well to the new boyfriend.  Timid and a little shy, it took a couple of hours for him to really warm up to Harry.  On the other hand it took less than 10 seconds for Harry to warm up to Pickle, but Harry did a good job of backing off and giving him space.

Pickle is a lot smaller than his family's former fur-baby, Jager.  About 90 pounds smaller being that Jager was a German Shepherd.  They do, however, share the same German heritage and long snout as Pickle is a purebred dachshund.  With his silky wavy hair and fast feet, Pickle is swift yet graceful - something that Harry had to get used to since his fur-cousin Jager was easier to catch.

At first Pickle kept his distance from Harry and stayed close to his mom.  Then when Harry wasn't looking or got too close, Pickle would pounce out and bark then quickly return to Mom-Base.  Eventually the two of them found that they had a lot in common.  Their moms kind of looked the same, and they both wanted whatever their family was eating.  It was when Harry got tired from racing around the backyard that the two of them enjoyed each others company quietly.

Having a new pooch, especially a puppy, is always an exciting time.  We're hoping that by spending more time together with Harry, Pickle will come out of his jar (see what I did there) and stop cherry picking Mom-Base.  We're so happy to welcome Pickle to the family!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Doggy Dining: Jimmy G's Steaks

Two polar vortices ago, our fam needed to cure some pretty bad hangovers.  A night of friends and too much wine was forcing us into the kind of misery that can only be cured by grease.  It comes along only once in a while, and that Saturday the craving for a cheesesteak was there.

When a new cheesesteak joint pops up, it's met with skepticism in Philadelphia.  The greatest cheesesteaks in Philly are legendary and have staked (see what I did there) their claim on the city decades ago.  That said, in times of distress convenience trumps reputation and so our venture to Jimmy G's steaks began.

An order of a cheesesteak (American w/ onions) and french fries was placed.  While we waited for our food we helped ourselves to sides of the array of peppers and pickles available to all customers no charge. After a short time our food was ready, our names were called, and we were ready to indulge.  

Despite the chilly weather, we were able to dine outside which meant that Harry was able to join us.  The outdoor area is enclosed during the winter months and kept warm with portable heaters.  The foo and I sat across from each other on red picnic tables while Harry sat at the head enamored of our spread.

Jimmy G's steak was up to par.  Featuring chopped steak rather than the tear through it with your teeth type at Pat's, it was easy to eat with just enough grease and cheese melted throughout.  The french fries were hot, crispy, and thick cut graced with perfect saltiness.  Normally a cheesesteak lunch isn't about decadence, but facing the hangover and the stomach bug I was about to get in just 4 hours, this was the most decadent experience I had the entire week.  Happily I engorged myself while Harry stared.

The cheeseteak cured my hangover, but it couldn't cure nor was it the cause of the GI fury that was took over the rest of my weekend.  Jimmy G's was not only a steak to be revisited, it was the gleaming, radioactive, surging highlight of a terrible 48 hours.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Snow Dog

It's been a hard winter, right?  Snowstorm after snowstorm is preventing Harry and I from getting in our much needed runs and all of us from getting along since we're stir crazy and grumpy.  The only cure for a grueling winter (besides an early summer) is watching your pooch go nuts in the snow.  

One of the best things about the dog park is that it's not plowed.  Which means when we go we get to watch all the dogs play in the snow together.  It's like a totally new dog park!  
Yippee I'm in a Winter Wonderland!!!
While we froze on the sidelines, Harry scrambled around and around the dog park encouraging his friends to chase him.  Since snow covered the entire surface of the dog park, there were no more boundaries.  Benches were definitely base as usual, but there wasn't a differentiation between turf and non-turf so mutts were everywhere.

With the new terrain pooches were slipping, sliding, and tumbling in the snow.  Yellow snow was made additionally yellow as other dogs noticed it, which made for easier navigation than usual for us humans.  

A couple weeks later when it snowed almost a foot in Philadelphia, Harry and I visited an open area so he could run around.  Harry likes deep snow a lot more than regular old snow, and had a great time romping in it.  So although the weather makes us grumpy, we might as well enjoy it while we have it, like Harry does!

Harry goes NUTS.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Harry Turns 2!

Although his level of maturity is still that of a 7 month old, on February 18th Harry turned two years old!  Being a Tuesday I felt like a bad mom for having to work all day on Harry's birthday.  The bad feeling magnified when Harry poked me in the eye with his nail first thing in the morning.  And then tripled in size when I threw my back out that afternoon.  Harry had to go without a special birthday walk, but his cooperation was rewarded when it was time to do presents and "cake".

You see, Harry knows exactly when his birthday is and what it entails.  He wagged like crazy in the morning (his favorite time of day) and by night he was snuggling soundly on the couch anxiously awaiting Dad's arrival.  When Daddy came home, birthday fun began!

Since Harry's been on allergy trials, I couldn't make him pup-cakes like I did last year.  Instead, I found the most luxurious food on his allergy testing list and saved it for birthday week.  What's more luxurious than chicken?  Than beef?  Than salmon?  Lamb.

And so lamb it was, but it couldn't be just any lamb.  For Harry's birthday it had to be special, and it had to have a candle in it.  Using about a pound of lamb, I divvied it up amongst a muffin tin, using about 1/4 cup of lamb per muffin well (side note, what do you call one muffin spot on the muffin tin?).  I pre-heated the oven to 350 degrees and baked them for about 30 minutes which was enough time to get the internal temperature to 160 degrees.

After letting them cool, I popped out one lamb-cake for Harry and made it birthday special with a candle.  His Dad and I sang to Harry in his birthday attire (which he loved) and Harry waited eagerly.

The lamb cakes were a hit, and Harry quickly swallowed a second before we began presents.  Thankfully, we killed two birds with one stone (allergy trial and birthday cake) without Harry being unsatisfied.

Harry received a bag of presents and a card from his Dad and I.  The card doubles as a bone and it was the first thing Harry completely destroyed, eating it within two hours.  In case you can't see, it says "World's Best Mutt" because that's what Harry is.

While Harry read and ate his card, I helped him open the rest of his gifts in enthusiastic fashion - ooohing and ahhhing over every item in the mysterious brown bag.  Harry sniffed each item with wide eyes.

We spoil him.  Harry was overwhelmed with his toys and quickly ate one of them (his tire) in one evening.  One of his favorites (aka my favorite) was his neon running vest which he begged to try on as soon as he got it (still me).  Now when we go running together at night time, Harry is a professional!

I'm professional!

For a weeknight Harry definitely had a special birthday with his family.  He spent the rest of the night in toy heaven, comfortably perched on his bed surrounded by his new acquisitions.  In human years, Harry is 14 - so it'll be on his third birthday that we really throw him a rager.  He grows up so fast!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Adventures in Re-Upholstery

My hands hurt.  An obsession with mid-century furniture and a can-do attitude led me to the purchase of two Pepto-Bismol vinyl rolling kitchen chairs from Craigslist.  This past weekend I put my heart, soul, and fingernails, into revamping one of them.

She ain't the cleanest biddy, but I saw potential in her gold rolling feet and funky shape.  I firmly defended her place in our house, and am still working on a case for her sister.

Without a clue as to reupholster something, I learned as a deconstructed - which is where most of the hand hurt came from.  Starting with unscrewing the base and later prying at least 100 staples out one by one, I took note of every detail of the chair's original construction in order to figure out how to put it back together.  The details were documented with pictures which served a purpose to me as a reference point and also as a blogging demonstration.

When I got started, I started to realize that the top of the chair was going to be way more challenging than I expected.  This was going to be a reupholstery situation where I needed to use my sewing machine.  My sewing training consists of one class taken to create a grocery tote I was intimidated.

Pulling out staples was some serious grunt work.  I cursed the manufacturer for grouping staples in twos and threes (but forgave them later when I stapled in the same method).  I used a flat head screwdriver to pry and needle nose pliers to pull each staple out.  When I got an especially tricky one to burst loose it was equivalent to the satisfaction of popping a zit, or what I imagine a dentist feels like when he pulls a tooth.  I was enveloped in staple prying madness.

Above are the top and bottom parts of the chair completely disassembled.  In the photo above that on the right is the part of the chair that wraps around the middle of chair back.  It was by far the trickiest part of the job.  I saved every piece I pulled off of the chair and used them as a stencil to trace on my new fabric from Etsy.  The arms were literally sleeves that I sewed together and pulled on like I was dressing a very stubborn child with amazing bone strength.

Here we are on Saturday afternoon with one sleeve on the chair.  I didn't take any pictures of my tracing or sewing because most of them would have been me with my butt in the air on the rug with a face of sheer determination and confusion.  My brain worked so hard that weekend.

And here she is with two sleeves!  The next step to secure these would be stapling them on the edges, but I wouldn't do this until I created the middle section, just to be sure.  This is where I left her on Saturday to move onto social activities.  But she stayed with me.  She was all I could think about.  And on Sunday morning I went to her.
Here is the completed middle section of the chair back.  It was so hard to get this part right.  The original part looked as though the vinyl was covering the piece front to back but with a section of the back cut out (pic reposted for comparison purposes).  I attempted to mimic the original but to save fabric sewed four edges onto my curvy stencil.  It was sloppy and I had to revisit it several times to get it just right - wrapping it around the chair to see if I covered all my angles, even cheating by pinning some parts directly to the foam.  This step is the one I am fearing most if I decide to go the re-upholstery route with the chair's twin sister.

Another tedious but rewarding step was figuring out the tufting on the chair.  I started to freak out when I saw through my deconstruction that there was a metal rod going through the front and back of the chair.  Any tufting experience I had (I did sew fabric buttons on some cushions last summer) was done with needle and thread.  Eventually I figured out that if I really twisted and pulled hard, one end of the tufting needle would come off.  I also double checked that this was normal by laying on the floor googling tufting techniques.  Phew, at least my chair wasn't a FREAK.

I covered the vinyl buttons with my fabric and a glue gun, tucking all edges underneath so nothing would peek out.  It was a nice change from laying on the floor being puzzled.  Glue is easy.

At last, the scariest part of upholstery, it was time to staple the beast.  This turned out to be less scary and more exhilarating than I anticipated.  I picked up a cheap staple gun at our hardware store for $13 and 3/8"  10mm staples.  That means that the staple legs (I'm making this up as a technical term) are a certain length (3/8"), and you want longer ones for upholstering.  Following the same method I witnessed during deconstruction, I pulled the sleeves taught, stapled them in, and began wrapping the middle section around the chair back.  Every time a staple went in nice and flat, I found myself starting to grunt "YEA."  I also felt that staple gun noises made me sound badass....unfortunately the Olympics was turned up so high on TV that the foo didn't hear me in all my glory.

I was able to slip my hands in through the sides to help me re-tuft the chair by finding the original holes through the wood and guiding the pins through.  When I finished I was jumping.  The hardest part was complete!  

At this point I was determined to completely finish the project.  I worked so quickly that I didn't stop to take pictures of my process.  All I needed to do was trace the base cushion and create a cover.  Similar to how I made a dog bed for Harry, I made the bottomless cushion.  However I was in for a treat when I attempted to squeeze the foam in and staple it to the base of the chair.  It seemed that as I left the foam out, uncontained by it's former vinyl barrier, it grew.  I swear it because when I look at the pictures of it on it's wooden base as I had just took it apart, they're the same size.  But when I put it back together, the foam dominated the chair base.  It took a lot more grunt work than I anticipated.

Some intensive cleaning of the metal frame and the chair was ready to reconstruct.  And there she is!  It was the proudest I've felt in a while...definitely patted myself on the back for a good ten minutes, and then visited her every hour just to see if she liked her new home.  

There's a before and after shot.  I love how the minty green is a complement to the dark teal walls in our second bedroom, and the light yellow pattern is a contrast to the damask rug.  I'm obsessed with her and now I have to decide if I should do up her sister the same way or do something different.

And of course, as this Harry's blog, he was a very good foreman while I completed the job.  Periodically he checked in, but intelligently kept his distance when I was in a staple gun fury.  He's happy to have a new friend in his bedroom.

Nice work Mom!

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Allergy Update

As promised, I'm following up on Harry's allergy diagnostic testing (I sound SO smart).  Over the past three weeks we've tested Harry on cheese and chicken with varying results.  Testing involves including the variable ingredient in Harry's "constant" of hypo-allergenic food.  After getting over a neck rash associated with testing him on his Blue Buffalo dog food, we were ready to introduce a new ingredient to Harry's repertoire.

Blue Buffalo Dog Food Test...
Blue Buffalo Dog Food Results...

The Cheese Test could be done with any cheese, but we chose to use Cottage Cheese since he loved it so much on his birthday last year.  Breakfast and dinner were met with such excitement you would think we had just told Harry he was going to Disneyworld.  Just 1/4 cup was added to his current meal and then we waited.  We observed Harry for a week while he consistently ate cottage cheese for dinner.  At first everything seemed fine, and then his right eye got crusty.  As the week went on it got oozier and crustier and his hair appeared more dried out than it has been.  Then the itching began.  While he never has stopped licking his paws, he started itching with his back legs more frequently than normal.  The results were in, Harry is allergic to cheese.

It took another couple of weeks to clear Harry's system and wait for his symptoms to go away.  He spent that time eating his hypoallergenic food and hypo treats.  The next ingredient we tested was chicken.  

Because we only are testing one ingredient at a time, it's important to make sure the cooking methodology isn't introducing anything new.  In order to prevent oils from getting into the chicken, we boiled it in water.  

Cooking was simple.  Place boneless skinless breasts in water, bring to boil, reduce to simmer and cover for 20 minutes.  Drain chicken, and then shred.  
We added 1/4 cup of chicken to Harry's breakfast and dinner for a week, and then observed.  Chicken dinners were almost as exciting as cottage cheese dinners...I guess Harry loves what he can't have.

Dinner was gone in approximately 30 seconds, and Harry didn't seem too bothered by anything for the entire week.  He performed the same mouth wiping rituals as he does after any dinner and licked his paws just the same.  Only this week (he's been back on hypo food for a week and a half now) are we noticing a small rash right next to his hoinky.  I don't think he's allergic to chicken, but the rash is suspicious.  

Since Harry's birthday is coming up, I'm saving a special ingredient to test him on his birthday week.  Lamb!  Hopefully it doesn't result in a horrible allergic reaction which would be terrible for a second birthday party!