Flashback to San Antonio, November 27th 1979 and we are the proud parents of brand new Meaghan Marie and the hospital where she was born is under siege as the world knows the exiled Shah of Iran has been given asylum within its walls.
At the time it only meant inconvenience as I had to return for several days to follow up with some new born lab testing. Grandma Mary and Greg came along. Sitting in the waiting room I attempted to show off Greg's superior 21 month old brilliance and said, "Gregory what does the clock say?"
He loudly squwaked, "GOBBLE, GOBBLE."
This weekend when I soloed to "ArGo" I now realize I was the stupid one in the waiting room on that long, long ago and far, far away November day. "Argo" was without a doubt the most riveting movie I have seen and although it may be because I remember where I was when Kennedy was shot and where I was when the Gulf War was launched. Until Saturday October 20th 2012, I also didn't know what was happening when I was attempting to balance two children, my mother and the 1979 Wilford Hall hospital security.
(I do remember when the Iranian delegation found out they were being housed in the hospital locked-down psychiatric unit they immediately requested to be moved. Their next location would be nearer the Lackland AFB commissary.)
This past weekend when Ron ventured to northern Wisconsin with his posse " to be a "Boy Scout" of his usual "Eagle Scout" caliber and "tote that barge (dock) and lift that bail (posts)," I, the solo movie-goer which I will do on occasion; went to see what I had never really thought about again and learn what I never knew before.
RJ left with my blessing (and a fine body) and bottle of fine spirits and my strict instructions to not come home injured or in firmed. He fulfilled my request and I had a lovely invite to dine e'spanol . . .complete with Margaritas and fireside chattering.
RJ, made my day when he arrived back in time to see the Packers win which made his day!. It turned out we both had had adventures. Ron saw an old dilapidated Airstream this side of Wausau which he was ashamed & embarrassed for. . I saw one in "ArGo" which housed John Goodman which I wasn't.)
What a fine Sunday it turned out to be. I had made comfort food served for Ron with lots of ketchup. Ron briefly found the leaf blower, the hot tub is still hot and then a ride along country roads with the iPod blaring Dylan and the hand warmers on high. Scared up a ruffled grouse.
Bab's Pastie Pie (#1 Rule: Raid your freezer)
1. Brown one finely chopped onion, olive oil, tender cubed steak and your favorite sausage. I used Italian cuz I wasn't spoiling this Sunday with a 10 mile trek to the store...both ways uphill!)Lots of garlic. . sliced or crushed. (I am not much of a jarred garlic user.)
2. Chop carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes, rutabaggie ( Iron Range thing, of course) add to the pot with tomato paste to your liking. Seasoning with pepper, cumin, nutmeg, thyme. . .I am avoiding Na Cl these days. (Sausage sneaks it in!) Dust with flour.
3. Add frozen vegetables from the frosted-over side of your freezer like, peas, pearl onions, etc. I couldn't find mushrooms or corn. If I had found them I would not have been able to cover with the top crust. This got really domed! Looked a bit like the movie "Encounters."
Smear unwhipped whipping cream over the top
4. Place it on a baking sheet cuz "mess potential is huge." Yes, it is a good idea to pierce the top crust!
Bake in store boughten refrigerated pie crust for an hour @ 375.
I hit the convection button cuz occasionally I want to impress myself and appear to look to my imaginary audience like I know what I am doing. (I DON"T)
Yep, It was a Pastie Pie Vision!
