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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 12:50:06 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>The Busy Dad Blog</title><subtitle>The Busy Dad Blog</subtitle><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-01-26T20:17:32Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>That Burning Sensation</title><category term="Me"/><category term="Reflections"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/that-burning-sensation.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/that-burning-sensation.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2010-01-25T15:18:29Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:18:29Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I fear churches.</p>
<p>Don't get me wrong. I don't harbor any disdain for those who are devout in their beliefs. In fact, I quite admire someone who can devote themselves to their faith, in the same way I admire that French spiderman guy who free-climbs skyscrapers. Church just simply scares the crap out of me. I'm talking about cold sweats, vertigo. I'm talking about my blood pressure rising when I set foot in a church. My face flushing. Feeling light headed.</p>
<p>As most people have the complete opposite reaction to churches, I have often been asked why of all things a spiritual sanctuary like this can frighten me so. The simple answer is I am spiritually inept. I suck at all things church. I grew up Catholic. And while I have always been good with anything that you need to study out of a book, I was always bad at Sunday School. Failed every quiz. Asked the wrong questions. Couldn't tell my apostles from my saints from my disciples. And the teachers and other kids made it known that I sucked. Being the only Asian kid in a working class Irish neighborhood might have contributed a teensy bit to the post Sunday-school teasing and beat downs that I suffered while waiting for my mom to pick me up, but since I was on church grounds, I considered it church jurisdiction.</p>
<p>And when it came time to re-register for Sunday School one spring day (I think they called it CCD back then?). I simply said no. I was in fourth grade then, so I knew I was facing one <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">hell </span>heck of a maelstrom by saying no, but I stuck to my guns. I had never, nor have I since, openly defied my mother. Self preservation is a strong instinct.</p>
<p>And for close to two decades, I admired churches from afar, or on postcards.</p>
<p>Then I got married. To a Filipino woman. And they'll give the Boston Irish a run for their money on the Catholic devotion front any day. I love Lisa's family and they don't beat me down when I skip church when we visit on the holidays (it helps that I'm usually cooking them a vat of my <a href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/i-must-really-like-you-guys.html">Killa Clam Chowda</a> while they're worshipping), so the whole Catholicism thing in general isn't as scary anymore. But on the few occasions where I have gone to church in my adult life (weddings, funerals, etc), I suffer that entire list of symptoms they read at the end of designer pharmaceutical ads. Including oily discharge.</p>
<p>Seeing as we have a kid together, the inevitable question of Fury's religious upbringing was one challenge that Lisa and I had to face early on. I respect her religious views. And while I'm of the opinion that Fury should pick whatever religion HE feels will fulfill him spiritually, I am willing to give Catholisicm a head start, since his mom is Catholic. And he's really too young to make that decision for himself now anyway. Hell, I'M too young to make that decision. Heck, I mean heck. Sorry.</p>
<p>So we got him baptized when he was a baby. Part of that required his parents (yes, me) to attend baptism classes. And for the love of my wife and son, I sucked it up and did it. And I attended the baptism too. And did not pass out. Or go up in flames.</p>
<p>Now we've got another little one on the way.</p>
<p>And Lisa made arrangements for soon-to-be baby Alessia's baptism. I figured, "ok, one afternoon in church. Just hold your breath, smile and it'll all be over quickly." But no. I have to take the class again. This time, they're requiring two classes.</p>
<p>So last night, parked outside the church, I took several slow deep breaths to get my heart rate down.</p>
<p>"Seriously?" she asked.</p>
<p>"Seriously." I responded.</p>
<p>I joked that once I set foot in that church, lightning would strike me down. Lisa said "I know. Sinner." In her deadpan I'm-joking-but-you-are-still-going-to-hell manner.</p>
<p>As I took a seat at the table, I could feel my face beginning to flush, my fingertips going numb. But as class went on, I have to admit that the modern Catholic church is a lot kinder and gentler than I remember from the 70s. I was going to make it. I mumbled through the prayers (like when I used to lip synch in chorus) and sat through the baptism powerpoint presentation. But I had to chuckle then this slide came up:</p>
<p>"I renounce the Prince of Darkness"</p>
<p>Whoa. whoa. whoa. What's Ozzy got to do with it? No way. He rocks. And even if the Dalai Lama himself told me to stop playing "Crazy Train" to my son, I'd tell him to go pick on Nirvana or something.</p>
<p>Mumble mumble prince of mumble mumble...</p>
<p>I was doing OK. This class wasn't that bad. God is not going to call me out. I see the finish line...</p>
<p>"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAA&nbsp; WAAAAAAAAAAAAA"</p>
<p>Yup. The fire alarm.</p>
<p>When judgment day arrives, you'll find me at the back of the southbound bus playing sudoku with Ozzy Osbourne.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Boyz Night Out. Done Right.</title><category term="Photo Posts"/><category term="Stories and Adventures"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/boyz-night-out-done-right.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/boyz-night-out-done-right.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2010-01-19T01:42:34Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:42:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>There comes a time in every man's life when the call of the wolfpack beckons. When his instinctual urge to belch, fistbump and exchange wasszuuups with the homies drives him to log off Club Penguin in search of opportunities to high five and lose his voice. These are the times when the village elders must step up and offer guidance. And <a href="http://www.monsterjam.com" target="_blank">Monster Jam</a> tickets.</p>
<p><strong>Step 1: Round up the Boyz.</strong></p>
<p>Boyz nights outs are best when shared by, well, your boyz. Guys who have had your back since day one. Guys like <a href="http://lolitacarrico.com/site/?page_id=5" target="_blank">Jaden and Jack</a>. Jack isn't pictured below because I don't think he was born yet when this was taken.</p>
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<p>Once comfortably seated (and in some cases, booster seated), you begin your road trip. Make sure you all pre-emptive pee before you get on the road. You can bitch and moan all you want that you don't have to go right now, but the elder won't stop the car because then you'll all miss the pit party. So go pee. Now. <em>I said go</em>.</p>
<p><strong>Step 2: Talk about girls.<br /></strong></p>
<blockquote>
<p>Jaden: [some name this author can't remember] has a crush on me.</p>
<p>Fury: Oh I've seen her before, she is H-O-T (make sure to spell out words that might embarrass you in front of the elder). I saw her in your yearbook.</p>
<p>Jaden: Yeah, she is H-O-T alright.</p>
<p>Jack: Yup. I think she is H-O-T too.</p>
</blockquote>
<p><strong>Step 3: Trucks. Big. Ass. Trucks.</strong></p>
<p>And buy program books for the drivers to sign. Just like those autograph books at Disneyland, but without all the over-the-top cartoony animal characters.</p>
<p><strong><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/El%20Toro.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263869476173" alt="" /></span></span></strong></p>
<p>I know...</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/monster%20mutt.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263870078170" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>I said <em>I know</em>. But this is different. They crush stuff.</p>
<p><strong><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Obsession.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263869504913" alt="" /></span></span></strong></p>
<p>And there is nothing cooler than getting the autograph of those who crush stuff and do jumps. Trust me.<strong><br /></strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Gravedigger%20Party.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263879870634" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Except for maybe being within 10 feet of the most awesomest, meanest, wicked coolest thing ever in the whole wide world, aka Gravedigger.</p>
<p><strong>Step 4: Be Rowdy</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Stadium.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881101306" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Find a venue that enables you to toss that "inside voice" out the window.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Cheering.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881220878" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>And scream and shout. Or snarl. Whichever best suits your mood.</p>
<p><strong>Step 5: Embrace Excess.</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Pyro.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881364780" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Nothing like a nice good explosion to usher in the evening's festivities.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Cotton%20Candy.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881502968" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>A little substance abuse never hurt anyone. Permanently.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Iron%20Man%20Air.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881685829" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>And there's no such thing as too much horsepower...</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/El%20Toro%20Air.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881714599" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>or sick air...</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Gravedigger%20Air.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263881758446" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>or GRAVEDIGGER!!</p>
<p><strong>Step 6: Witness a Bouncer Swarm</strong></p>
<p>So we're exiting the men's room during intermission when I hear the familiar sound of "drunk and disorderly" meets "security staff fed up with your shenanigans." As this was taking place not 10 feet from us, I instinctually grabbed the 3 young 'uns to get them out of melee range. This was immediately met with "aw, I wanna see what's going on!" and "oooh! what's happening!" and "cool, a fight!"</p>
<p>I surveyed the landscape and determined that the bouncer-to-hooligan ratio favored the quick restoration of order, so we watched the scuffle from ringside.</p>
<p>"You see? That's what happens when you get too drunk. You don't follow rules and get dragged out by security."</p>
<p>And that's one to grow on.</p>
<p><strong>Step 7: Wait in long lines and blow cash on random stuff.</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Booth.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263883655463" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Here's a tip. If you ever go to a Monster Truck show, buy your souvenirs first. If you wait until the end of the evening, when 30,000 other people learn that they should have bought their souvenirs first, you'll be standing in line, all wishing you had bought your souvenirs first. But of course, even if you wait forever in line, don't start thinking about what you want to buy until you get to the front of the line. Because pressure is fun. As is agitating the guy at the booth who just wants to go home. Oh, and use your credit card because they <em>love </em>that.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Loot.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263883689446" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>And then stand proud. Because you have done your part to keep the machine chugging along. MOICHENDISING! Where da real money is made!</p>
<p><strong>Step 8: Pee in the parking lot.</strong></p>
<p>Yup.</p>
<p><strong>Step 9: Denny's.</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Dennys.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263884538222" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>You can't call it a Boyz Night Out until you've at least attempted to eat a <em>Moons Over My Hammy</em>. Right?</p>
<p><strong>Step 10: Pass the #$%@ Out</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/monster-jam/Passed%20Out.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263884585474" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.</p>
<p><em>For more Monster Jam / Boyz Night Out pics, check out my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16895689@N05/sets/72157623112691365/" target="_blank">Flickr</a> set.</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Shuffle On. To The Great Big Playlist in the Sky.</title><category term="Stories and Adventures"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/shuffle-on-to-the-great-big-playlist-in-the-sky.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/shuffle-on-to-the-great-big-playlist-in-the-sky.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2010-01-06T16:25:05Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:25:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I'm really really good at dropping things. A discriminating expert, if you will. If an item incorporates any kind of delicate soldered wiring, wafer-thin circuit boards and liquid crystal displays, it will meet an untimely end involving acceleration at 9.8 m/s<span style="vertical-align: super;">2</span>. With few exceptions, every cell phone I have ever owned was upgraded by reason of kissing concrete.</p>
<p>The first time I opened the box to my iPod Classic back in 2006, I knew our relationship was doomed. What Apple designers may call slick, compact, modern design, I call "slippery heavy sucker." But amazingly we survived, against all odds. Through 3 jobs, commutes on the LA Metro, cross country flights and a gadget obsessed child.</p>
<p>Maybe I got comfortable, maybe I got complacent, or maybe that movie Final Destination also applies to consumer electronics. But it finally happened. Right before Christmas. I was walking to the car, iPod and Blackberry in one hand (first mistake). I spied a piece of Fury's toy helicopter on the walkway and decided that maybe he'd want it (second mistake). I bent over to pick it up (3 strikes, you're out). That mo-men-tary loss of muscular coordination sent the iPod and Blackberry on a irrecoverable slide. I hope I'm never faced with grasping onto 2 of my children over a cliff's edge with only the strength to rescue one of them, because now I know what that feels like. I caught the Blackberry.</p>
<p>They say the first stage of grief is denial. As the internal drive of my iPod clicked and sputtered in a futile attempt to finish its last Guns n Roses song, I placed it in the cradle next to the car stereo. I drove with that clicking iPod for a week. Like a dead hamster you leave in its cage in hopes that maybe tomorrow it'll wake up, I got in the car each morning and flicked the iPod a few times.</p>
<p>The second stage of grief is plunking down $224 for a replacement on Amazon.com. And donating the old one to science.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/ipod/Tinkering.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262802516690" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>"Fury if you can fix this, it's yours."</p>
<p>"I think it needs a paperclip to join the wires, dad."</p>
<p>"Have at it, son."</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/ipod/Tinkering2.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262802587194" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>At least he had fun.</p>
<p>Then the shiny new iPod arrived. And in the cradle it went. It didn't fit so well, or maybe it was all in my head. I put some new music on it, added some new playlists and forged the beginnings of a new partnership.</p>
<p>Until yesterday:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/ipod/Smashed1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262803170802" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Look a little closer.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/ipod/Smashed2.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262803236595" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>We hadn't even gotten to Guns n Roses yet.</p>
<p>The real crime here isn't that someone came onto our property, snooped around, smashed my window and stole something of mine. Because as violating as that feels, I'm sure it was just a couple of punkass kids who were at the right place at the right time.</p>
<p>The real crime here isn't that the timing was so bad. Had they done this just a week ago, they would have stolen a broken iPod and the joke would have been on them.</p>
<p>The real crime here isn't that I'm now out $224 for the iPod and $245 for the replacement window. It sucks, but at least my family is safe.</p>
<p>The real crime?</p>
<p>I now have to listen to L.A. radio.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/ipod/nerf.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262805730799" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 251px;">They drew first blood.</span></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Dad, you're doing reckless magic!" - Tastemaker Video 3</title><category term="Recipes"/><category term="Tastemaker challenge"/><category term="Videos"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/dad-youre-doing-reckless-magic-tastemaker-video-3.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/dad-youre-doing-reckless-magic-tastemaker-video-3.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2010-01-04T16:09:38Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:09:38Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>That's that first thing Fury said when he watched my third and final video for the US Potato Board's Tastemaker Challenge. Nice to know my 7-year old has stricter boundaries for absurdity than I do. And I carry that absurdity into the kitchen for my recipe as well. Because I am consistent. This latest challenge's theme was "nutrition in a time crunch." We had to create a dish that would take less than 30 minutes to cook. I could have gone baked potato or shepherd's pie but they wouldn't be <em>different</em>. I wanted to go out with a bang (or a WTF, I'm not picky). I figured if you only had 30 minutes to cook something, you'd want to be able to eat it quickly as well. Like with your hands. So I present you with this:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/Tastemaker%203.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262621957199" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>The above is what I like to call the Frankenstein of meals. Essentially a nice meal of pesto mashed potatoes, herbed chicken tenders and bruschetta... that got into a car wreck. Think Reese's, but with more garlic. At least you can eat it with your hands.</p>
<p>And this is how we got there:</p>
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<p><strong>I hope you had fun watching my Tastemaker Challenge videos. Please be sure to rate them if you have a YouTube account. This is a contest and I get a vote for each person who rates my videos. I don't actually win anything, unless you count recognition in potato innovation. But hell yeah, that's better than money and fame!</strong></p>
<p>For the brave souls who would like to try making this, here's the recipe (really, I ate the above, and they are good, just like a cheeseburger, fries and shake is still a cheeseburger, fries and shake if you put it in a blender).</p>
<p><strong>Pesto/Chicken/Bruschetta Open Faced Thing</strong></p>
<p>Chicken:</p>
<ul>
<li>1/2 lb. chicken tenders</li>
<li>Flour to coat</li>
<li>Italian herbs (anything you like - I used basil, oregano, thyme, parsley) - enough to mix with the flour to make it herby in appearance</li>
<li>Salt and Pepper</li>
</ul>
<p>Bruschetta</p>
<ul>
<li>4 Roma tomatoes, insides scooped out, chopped</li>
<li>1 clove garlic, minced</li>
<li>2 tsp minced shallots</li>
<li>1/2 cup chopped basil leaves (fresh)</li>
<li>squeeze of lemon juice</li>
<li>2 tablespoons olive oil</li>
<li>Shredded parmesan, for sprinkling</li>
<li>4 slices of good crusty bread</li>
</ul>
<p>Pesto Mashed Potatoes</p>
<ul>
<li>1 lb potatoes</li>
<li>2 tablespoons butter melted</li>
<li>2 tablespoons pesto</li>
<li>3.5 oz half and half</li>
</ul>
<p>The trick to getting this done in under 30 minutes is integrating the steps amongst the 3 items rather than making these things sequentially. I found this to be quickest:</p>
<ul>
<li>Pour flour into a bowl. You don't need that much, maybe a cup or so. Then add the herbs, salt and pepper into it. I never measure, but it's hard to mess this up.</li>
<li>Coat the chicken lightly with this flour mixture, set aside.</li>
<li>Wash hands.</li>
<li>Scoop the insides of the tomatoes out, and chop.</li>
<li>Chop garlic, shallots and basil.</li>
<li>Throw it all into a mixing bowl and add olive oil and lemon juice.</li>
<li>Stir it up, add salt and pepper to taste, and refrigerate.</li>
<li>Peel potatoes and put into a covered dish. Microwave high for 8 minutes.</li>
<li>During this 8 minutes, heat up oil in a skillet and place chicken in it. </li>
<li>After 3 minutes or so, flip the chicken tenders over.</li>
<li>They should be done around the same time as the potatoes.</li>
<li>Toast the bread.</li>
<li>Remove dish from microwave. Mash potatoes. Add butter, half and half, pesto as you mash. Salt and pepper to taste.</li>
<li>Toast should be done by the time you finish mashing.</li>
</ul>
<p>To assemble, take the toast, plop some mashed potatoes on top, add a chicken tender, pile on some bruschetta topping and sprinkle parmesan on top.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Shaman, I Am Not</title><category term="Reflections"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/a-shaman-i-am-not.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/a-shaman-i-am-not.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-12-31T19:02:23Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:02:23Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I awoke from my last dream of 2009 late for work and thoroughly perplexed. Whereas I could easily make up the commute time thanks to the fact that no one else was working on New Year's Eve day, there's no way I could make up a dream like this:</p>
<p><em>I was sitting at round table with the living cast members of Monty Python, Captain Kirk, Dr. Spock and 'Bones' McCoy. This table was spinning in front of us (picture the table as one big lazy susan), and there were lyrics printed on it. And the table itself? Well, it was the round part of the Starship Enterprise of course. And we were all singing the national anthem. Because that's what the rotating lyrics were.</em></p>
<p>This dream was obviously rife with symbolism, and perhaps a portent of the future. And way over my head. All I could think was "Cool table. I wonder if I could do that with the Millennium Falcon?"</p>
<p>But the ether was trying to tell me something. So when I got to work, I grabbed my tin of green tea leaves and spilled them on my desk. I had heard that Chinese fortune tellers can interpret messages from the spirits by doing this:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/2010/Leaves.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262287781114" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>No luck there. Just looks like a bunch of leaves spilled onto a desk.</p>
<p>What about palm reading? On my drive home, I pass at least 3 palm reading places so there's something to be said about that, right? I opened my palm and looked intently for a roadmap to the future.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/2010/palm.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262295267463" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Good luck there, champ.</p>
<p>Come on! I've only got a few hours left to make sense of the year ahead. There are too many what-if's, too much to look forward to, so many open questions.</p>
<p>This is the first year where I realized that this parenting stuff is hard. Before this, Fury was malleable, and truth be told, he likely wouldn't remember my stumbles and starts as the guy who is supposed to be his moral compass and role model. But now? Not only has he formed a personality that is noticeably more than simply a reflection of me, but it is markedly different, and painfully independent. From this point on, everything I do will be firmly etched into his memory. I remember everything about second grade, and he will too. It's think twice before I speak. It's think once more before I act. It's showtime.</p>
<p>This is the last year I will be a parent of one. Everyone says that I will just fall into it with the new baby, but I am apprehensive. When Fury was on the way, I freelanced. I didn't have the paycheck, but I had time. I had time to go with Lisa to every pre-natal appointment (I haven't been to a single one yet!), time to wake up and walk him around the block at 5 in the morning to calm him down, time to take pictures of every milestone, time to be there for his first bite of solid food, his first words, his first steps. As it stands now, I spend 1 hour a day with Fury on the weekdays, right before work and right before bed. How does one split 60 minutes of parenting between a 7 year old and a baby?</p>
<p>Luckily and unluckily, Lisa got laid off this year. It at least ensures that one of us keeps this new baby from going feral. But it also means that this bill paying on time thing? It all rides on me. And not in the fun way.</p>
<p>So I'm looking for answers, for inspiration, for something that says 2010 is going to kick some ass.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/2010/GeneSimmonsBubble.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262298442801" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>In Gene We Trust.</p>
<p>I wish all of you a rockin' 2010. With pyrotechnics.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>... and to all a good sweater</title><category term="Quickies"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/and-to-all-a-good-sweater.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/and-to-all-a-good-sweater.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-12-25T23:10:19Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:10:19Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Merry Christmas from our family to yours!</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/Sweaters.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1261782812613" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Photoshop: keeping wives embarrased to be publicly associated with characters like me safely incognito.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Go Stuff a Stocking</title><category term="Gadgets &amp; Cool Stuff"/><category term="Omg Omg Star Wars!!"/><category term="Pimpin'"/><category term="Reviews"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/go-stuff-a-stocking.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/go-stuff-a-stocking.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-12-10T20:26:34Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:26:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>With this:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/starwarsclonewars.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1260476938865" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Fury and his Kid Test Labs cohorts TXU and Brendan recently did a video review of this awesome book by <a href="http://www.grrl.com">Bonnie Burton</a>.</p>
<p>And I think I've reached the pinnacle of my life and can simply retire from all this now. Because the OFFICIAL STAR WARS BLOG <a href="http://starwarsblog.starwars.com/index.php/2009/12/09/kid-test-labs-reviews-draw-clone-wars-book/" target="_blank">wrote about it</a>.</p>
<p>So like a spider who has laid her eggs, there is nothing more I can do but find a corner, smile and wither away.</p>
<p>But first, check out <a href="http://www.kidtestlabs.com/reviews/getting-klutzy-wit-it.html" target="_blank">their review</a>. You can even win a copy of the book, just in time for stocking stuffing, or your equivalent holiday money draining tradition.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Reason I Don't Write a Dancing Blog - Tastemaker Video #2</title><category term="Recipes"/><category term="Videos"/><category term="tastemaker"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/the-reason-i-dont-write-a-dancing-blog-tastemaker-video-2.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/the-reason-i-dont-write-a-dancing-blog-tastemaker-video-2.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-12-07T08:06:38Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:06:38Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I'm not going to write much in this post. I danced in the video below. That should be enough -- as in the maximum recommended dosage before the onset of adverse side effects.</p>
<p>This is my second entry in the US Potato Board's Tastemaker video contest. This month's theme was Nutrition on a Budget. And as if limiting us to only $10 to feed a family of four weren't bad enough, they challenged us to dance in our videos.</p>
<p>Although we'll be doing this cooking thing live at the United States Potato Board Tastemaker Party at <a href="http://blissdomconference.com/" target="_blank">Blissdom 2010</a> in Nashville, this is the ONLY time I'm dancing for anybody. So you could say this is an exclusive, except that exclusive kind of implies that people actually want to watch this travesty of rhythm I've captured on video.</p>
<p>(If you have a YouTube account, please rate it. We're judged by the number of ratings we garner. Thanks!)</p>
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<p>For those of you who still thought my dish looked good even after I ruined your appetite with my nerdtastic gyrations, here's the recipe:</p>
<p><strong>Korean Style Short Rib Lettuce Wraps with Sesame Soy Potato Stix and Scallion Slaw</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tastemaker-2010/Spread.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1260175093002" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p><strong>Ingredients:</strong></p>
<p>Ribs</p>
<ul>
<li>2 lbs crosscut beef shortribs (most Asian/ethnic markets have these for cheap - like $2.99 a pound or something crazy like that).</li>
<li>2/3 cup soy sauce</li>
<li>3 tbls honey</li>
<li>2 tbls sesame oil</li>
<li>3 tbl brown sugar</li>
<li>2 cloves garlic, minced</li>
<li>1 bunch scallion, chopped</li>
</ul>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Combine ingredients and marinate ribs for at least 4 hours. Grill ribs until done, then cut into bite-sized pieces.</p>
<p>Scallion Slaw</p>
<ul>
<li>1 bunch scallion</li>
<li>1 tbls soy sauce</li>
<li>1 1/2 tsp lime juice</li>
<li>1 1/2 tsp sesame oil</li>
<li>1/4 tsp sugar</li>
</ul>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Slice the green part of the scallion into thin slivers. Place in a bowl and add the other ingredients.</p>
<p>Potato Stix</p>
<ul>
<li>2 small-med potatoes</li>
<li>Sesame oil (to brush)</li>
<li>Soy sauce (to brush)</li>
<li>Dash of white pepper</li>
<li>Salt to taste</li>
</ul>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Cut the potatoes into thin sticks and line them up on a baking pan. In a bowl, combine 3 parts sesame oil to 2 parts soy sauce. Mix vigorously to combine. Brush mixture onto potato sticks. Bake in 450 degree oven until browned. About 20 min.</p>
<p>Serve with lettuce leaves. Any kind will do. Simply take a leaf, add some potato stix, a few pieces of short rib, some scallion slaw, wrap it all up and shove in your mouth. Deeeelicious.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Blog Posts a la King</title><category term="Having Fun"/><category term="In Other News"/><category term="Kid Words"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/blog-posts-a-la-king.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/blog-posts-a-la-king.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-11-30T05:34:44Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:34:44Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I found these blog post snippets from the past week just sitting on the kitchen counter. But they were near a window and I don't think they're spoiled yet. So in the spirit of the season, I'm dousing them with cream of mushroom soup and ringing the dinner bell.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* * * *</p>
<p><strong>I Guess It IS Genetic</strong></p>
<p>"Is that Captain Underpants?"</p>
<p>"No dad, it's a Captain Underpantey. It's a poster for my new movie."</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/blog-posts-a-la-king/Captain%20Underpantey.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1259564403899" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>"Isn't it called Captain Underpants?"</p>
<p>"Captain Underpants is already trademarked so I can't use it. So mine is called Capt. Underpantey."</p>
<p>Just because the boy has never set foot in China doesn't mean he can't finesse the fine line of intellectual property law just like his forefathers.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/blog-posts-a-la-king/Transformable.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1259565163165" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>And even kick it up another level:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/blog-posts-a-la-king/tm.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1259566335749" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Why do I hear Biggie Smalls singing "Federal agents mad cuz I'm flagrant" over and over in my head?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* * * *</p>
<p><strong>57 Channels and <em>Nothing On</em></strong></p>
<p>So Thanksgiving was quite nice. We travelled up north to d Wife's relatives' house to spend the holiday, and after a crazy Thanksgiving night that saw no less than 58 relatives descend upon the house, we were all too happy to just chill for most of the next day with the TV providing a soothing backdrop for our activities or lack thereof.</p>
<p>The remote was passed around with no real captain at the helm throughout the day. At times, it stopped on a football game; or perhaps the news. Or a DVD. Or a Mel Gibson flick. And when dinnertime rolled around on Friday, it could have been set on any of those channels, and no one would notice nor care.</p>
<p>As we sat in the dining room, I glanced a few times at the TV in the den. And I didn't notice nor care that there was a man with a really bad mustache on the screen. And d wife's cousin probably didn't notice nor care that there was a really twangy bass soundtrack going on when he glanced over. In fact, nobody noticed a thing until...</p>
<p>OH MY GOD!</p>
<p>It took me a few seconds to register what was going on because dinner with the relatives and a girl-on-girl scene are two things that one's brain simply has no pre-programmed contingency for. But within 10 seconds or so, d Wife's uncle was frantically pressing buttons on the remote, her cousin was standing in front of Fury waving her arms to block his line of sight, and the rest of us were shouting "Fury, don't look at the TV!"</p>
<p>With the TV off and everyone back in their places at the table, we sighed in relief at a crisis averted. And Fury of course did his best to make us all feel better.</p>
<p>"Don't worry. I didn't see anything."</p>
<p>And as we all began to chuckle at this close call, he reassured us again.</p>
<p>"Yeah, I was looking down at my food. I didn't even notice the naked girls on the TV."</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* * * *</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>The LA Auto Show - Wanna Go?<br /></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">When I was 3, my grandfather took me for a walk in Coolidge Corner, where the neighborhood Saab dealer was located. I don't remember much from when I was 3, but I remember that day. I loved cars (my mom tells me that by 3, I could recognize most car models and makes by their hubcaps) and I remember my grandfather walking me into the dealership and annoucing to all the salesmen that his grandson could identify any car. Of course they all played along and pointed to each car and asked me what kind it was. And of course, the answer was Saab every time. These men were so "impressed" that they gave me this:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/blog-posts-a-la-king/Saab.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1259570036906" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It was the scale model display Saab from the dealership. I remember thinking "why are they so impressed?? This is a Saab dealer. Of course all the cars are Saabs!" I don't know, maybe I was just a jaded, cynical 3 year old, but I loved this model Saab all the same. And it's the only toy I still have from my childhood.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">What does this have to do with the <a href="http://www.laautoshow.com" target="_blank">LA Auto Show</a>? Not much, actually. But I'm not the type to just dump info on you without some attempt at a relevant tie-in. I do love cars, though, and so does Fury. And since I moved to California in 1995, I have always wanted to check out the LA Auto Show. And this year we're going, FINALLY.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The 2009 LA Auto Show runs from <strong>Dec. 4-13</strong> and I'm personally there to see concept cars for Volvo (what I drive), Audi (what I'd like to drive next) and the Fisker Karma electric car (what I want Santa to leave under my tree).</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">And you can too! If you want to win tickets, just leave in the comments that you would like to be in the drawing. I'll be picking <strong>a random winner to recieve an LA Auto Show Gift Pack valued at over $50</strong> (4 general admission passes to the show, 4 shirts, a messenger bag, and other goodies).</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Other highlights at this year's show include 40 new "green vehicles," the Youthmobile 2030 design challenge and a Kids Fun Zone featuring driving simulators.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I better brush up on my hubcaps.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Fury Cooks and I Get Up Close and Personal. But Not Here.</title><category term="detours"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/fury-cooks-and-i-get-up-close-and-personal-but-not-here.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/fury-cooks-and-i-get-up-close-and-personal-but-not-here.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-11-20T16:40:22Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:40:22Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Fury and his fellow Kid Test Labs comrades TXU and Brendan put <a href="http://www.curiouschef.com" target="_blank">Curious Chef</a> products to the test, and they captured it all on video. Food Network, are you listening? These kids need their own show. Most adults I know can't cook like this: <a href="http://www.kidtestlabs.com/reviews/throwin-down-with-curious-chef.html" target="_blank">Throwin' Down with Curious Chef</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* * * *</p>
<p>Everything you always never didn't want to know about me: check out my <a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-1210-San-Diego-Parenting-Examiner~y2009m11d20-Fatherhood-Friday-features-Busy-Dad" target="_blank">interview </a>for Fatherhood Friday over at the Examiner.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>I've Got 20 Minutes and a Baby Picture</title><category term="Randomness"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/ive-got-20-minutes-and-a-baby-picture.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/ive-got-20-minutes-and-a-baby-picture.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-11-13T16:36:59Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:36:59Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Consider this post a pre-emptive strike, nothing more. I've been doing this once-a-month posting thing for long enough to intuitively sense when I'm about to be called out on Twitter for abandoning my blog. Plus, my dogs started barking at the sky and swarms of bees flew in counter-clockwise formation yesterday.</p>
<p>But I've got 20 minutes before I need to jump in the car and head to work. So I'm pulling the baby picture / new blog fodder card. This is BusyBaby at 12ish weeks. We don't know the sex yet, so I can't give him/her a cool nickname.&nbsp;</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/Ultrasound%2012wks.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1258130903109" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Is it me or is BusyBaby really developed for just 12 weeks? He/she is sucking his/her thumb and has already located the spot for optimal lumbar support.</p>
<p>Of course Fury is all excited. He's been asking for a little sister for some time now. Hmm spoil him much? We've tried to explain to him that the gender of the baby will be a gamble, like Vegas (shut up, he just goes for the free alcohol), but of course he's not above stirring the cosmic pot with the power of suggestion. He's been holding onto this gift he got for his little sister for months now:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/Webkinz.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1258131368145" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Let's hope Fury can charm fate like he does the world.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>I'm a Skate Punk. Was.</title><category term="Stories and Adventures"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/im-a-skate-punk-was.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/im-a-skate-punk-was.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-10-26T15:37:19Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:37:19Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I recently bought Fury a skateboard. Last night I was showing him the finer points of an ollie. Well, explaining. The showing part didn't go so well. Because when you're 37 years old and haven't skated in 20 years, your skate tricks look less like this:</p>
<p>&nbsp;<span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tony-hawk/Tony.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1256572118383" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>And more like this:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tony-hawk/Flailing.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1256572158223" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>"Well Fury, I'm just old, that's all."</p>
<p>"Tony Hawk is older than you and he's waaaay better."</p>
<p>I should never have taken him to meet Tony Hawk. Well, at least you can read about it (and witness some <em>real </em>skating) on Fury's new review blog:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.kidtestlabs.com/reviews/world-war-skate.html" target="_blank">Kid Test Labs Meets Tony Hawk</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Time to Bring the Heat: Tastemaker Challenge 2K10</title><category term="Recipes"/><category term="potato recipes"/><category term="tastemaker"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/time-to-bring-the-heat-tastemaker-challenge-2k10.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/time-to-bring-the-heat-tastemaker-challenge-2k10.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-10-21T08:32:35Z</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:32:35Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><strong>BEFORE YOU READ THIS: If you only have a second and don't want to read this long post, just skip down to the video and rate it. I promise, you will NOT be disappointed (if you like cooking, Rocky, Karate Kid and/or lightsabers).</strong></p>
<p>When I was in 4th grade, I spent my summer vacation fighting boredom by playing a game called "Joe's Diner" with my sister. I was Joe, the proprietor of a diner that cooked anything to order. She was Joe, a regular customer (we weren't too original with names) who came in and ordered random stuff. She would ask me about my kids, order an omlette and I'd cook it. Then I'd eat it, and we'd start over. I invented a lot of dishes that summer and learned a ton about how ingredients played off one another. I also learned that even a 9 -year-old's metabolism isn't invincible.</p>
<p>Luckily, I eventually stopped growing outwards and started growing upwards, which allowed me to work various skills in the kitchen without getting into too much trouble from there on out.</p>
<p>Last week, the US Potato Board approached me and said "hey, BusyDad, you want to join 8 other bloggers in a <a href="http://momsdinnerhelper.potatogoodness.com/?p=2999" target="_blank">video cook-off contest</a>? You're the only guy."</p>
<p>"What'll you have, Joe?"</p>
<p><strong>I Need Your Vote</strong></p>
<p>So here's how this contest works. For the next three months, I will be producing one video a month highlighting creative ways to cook with potatoes. Each month will feature a special ingredient or theme (<em>Sound familiar? I know!! Awesome!</em>). Each month I will post that video and people will rate it. By the end of the three months, the contestant with the most ratings wins. There's no prize or anything, but to me, being recognized for something that has been my passion since childhood would be kind of awesome. Plus, it would be nice for a dad to be recognized for his prowess in the kitchen for once, wouldn't it? And in February, all of the contestants will be flown to <a href="http://blissdomconference.com/" target="_blank">Blissdom</a> for one final showdown, head-to-head, in front of a live audience. Who are my fellow Tastemakers?</p>
<p><a href="http://www.resourcefulmommy.com/" target="_blank">Amy </a>at ResourcefulMommy</p>
<p><a href="http://www.savorthethyme.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jen </a>at Savor the Thyme</p>
<p><a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/" target="_blank">Jo Lynne</a> at Musings of a Housewife</p>
<p><a href="http://www.momsfavoritestuff.com/index.php/" target="_blank">Jodi </a>at Mom's Favorite Stuff</p>
<p><a href="http://rockandrollmama.com/" target="_blank">Lindsay </a>@ Rock and Roll Mama</p>
<p><a href="http://www.meladramaticmommy.com/" target="_blank">Melanie</a> @ MelaDramatic Mommy (I recently met her and we did the staredown already)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.modernmami.com/" target="_blank">Melanie </a>@ Modern Mami</p>
<p><a href="http://asouthernfairytale.com/" target="_blank">Rachel </a>@ A Southern Fairy Tale (She's a buddy. I would be happy, and not surprised, if she won).</p>
<p>This month's theme was seafood. I chose shrimp. And I think I rocked it. This is what I made:</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tastemaker-2010/Group%20Pic%20TM1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1256115470688" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>And here's my video, where the above went down. Please click through to YouTube and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUjgbgFYgag" target="_blank">rate it</a>. I would appreciate it very much! And if you're interested in testing out my creations, the recipes are below:</p>
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<p><strong>Shrimp Chumbo<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tastemaker-2010/Chumbo%20TM1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1256147366586" alt="" /></span></span></strong></p>
<p>Ingredients:</p>
<ol>
<li>1/2 cup clarified butter      (unsalted)</li>
<li>minced garlic (approx 4      cloves' worth)</li>
<li>1 medium onion, chopped </li>
<li>1 rib celery, chopped</li>
<li>1/2 tsp white pepper</li>
<li>1 tsp cajun spice</li>
<li>1/2 tsp gumbo file powder (ground sassafras)</li>
<li>2 bay leaves</li>
<li>1/4 tsp thyme </li>
<li>1/2 cup flour</li>
<li>4 cups shrimp stock (you can use store bought, but to do it right, get a pound of whole shrimp, shell them, take the heads off, and throw the shells and heads into 5 cups water, along with 1/2 tsp salt, 1/2 tbls cajun spice, 1/4 tsp black pepper, 1/8 cup lemon juice and a stalk of celery. Then boil for about 15 min, uncovered).</li>
<li>3 cups half and half, divided      into two batches of 1 1/2 cups each</li>
<li>1 med potato, diced into      1/2" cubes</li>
<li>1 1/4 tsp salt</li>
<li>1 lb chopped fresh tomatoes</li>
<li>1/2 small can tomato paste</li>
<li>1 lb andouille sausage, cooked</li>
</ol>
<p>Instructions:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Sautee minced garlic in the clarified butter on low heat for 1 to 2 minutes.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Next throw in your onions and celery, along with the bay leaves and spices (except for salt). Turn the heat up to medium and cook about 5 minutes, until the onions are translucent. It is important to keep it moving!&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Once the onions are translucent, slowly add the flour a little at a time, stirring constantly. Cook this for about 5-7 minutes.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Slowly add your stock a little at a time, to minimize lumping. Add the 1 1/2 cups half and half that you set aside. Slowly bring to a boil. Keep stirring.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">After it has simmered for a while, add the diced potatoes and the salt. Stir occassionally for about 10 minutes. Then add the tomatoes and tomato paste. Stir to incorporate.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Add the sausage and shrimp. Cook for another 5 minutes.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Pour in the rest of the half and half (1 1/2 cups). Stir it around for a minute or so and remove from heat.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Serves 6-ish</p>
<p><strong>Shrimp Korroke with Asian Plum Sauce<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tastemaker-2010/Korroke%20TM1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1256149245166" alt="" /></span></span></strong></p>
<p>Ingredients for Korroke<strong>:<br /></strong></p>
<ol>
<li>1 lb potato, peeled and diced</li>
<li>1/2 lb shrimp, chopped</li>
<li>Cornstarch, for dusting</li>
<li>Oil, for stir frying</li>
<li>1/4&nbsp; cup scallion, chopped</li>
<li>1/2 cup red bell pepper, chopped</li>
<li>1/4 cup shallots, chopped</li>
<li>2 eggs, beaten</li>
<li>salt</li>
<li>pepper</li>
<li>1/2 cup flour</li>
<li>2 cups panko or unseasoned breadcrumbs</li>
<li>oil (for deep-frying)</li>
</ol>
<p>Ingredients for Plum Sauce:</p>
<ol>
<li>1 1/2 lbs plums or similar fruit, chopped</li>
<li>4 whole dried apricots, diced</li>
<li>1/4 cup rice vinegar</li>
<li>3/4 cup light brown sugar</li>
<li>1/2 cup low-sodium soy sauce</li>
<li>1 tbls garlic, minced</li>
<li>1 tbls fresh ginger, minced</li>
</ol>
<p>To make the Korroke:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Peel and boil the potatoes until tender. Then mash them in a mixing bowl and set aside.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Toss shrimp in cornstarch to lightly coat (you want the pieces to be fairly dry).</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Heat up a pan or wok, add oil to cover the entire surface. Add shrimp and red bell pepper. Sautee about 3 minutes, constantly moving the ingredients. Add the scallion (but set a bit aside to garnish), garlic and shallots and sautee for another minute or so.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Remove from heat and dump into the mixing bowl with the potatoes. Mush it around so everything is evenly distributed. Salt and pepper to taste.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Add a quarter of the egg mixture into the bowl and mush some more.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Form patties with the mixture. Dip patties into flour to dust lightly. Then into the egg. Then into the panko breadcrumbs.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Refrigerate patties for about 2 hours.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Deep fry the suckers in 350 degree oil for 3-5 minutes until a desired brownness. Serve with sauce (instructions below) and a sprinkle of the scallions.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Serves approx. 4</p>
<p>To make the sauce:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Combine the all of the ingredients in a medium saucepan and bring to a boil, stir to keep sugar from scalding. Reduce the heat to low and simmer until thickened and reduced, about 25 minutes. Remove from the heat and cool.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Transfer to a food processor or use a stick blender and puree until smooth.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Makes about 1 1/2 cups</p>
<p><strong>Funkdafied Potato Chips<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/tastemaker-2010/Chips%20TM1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1256150086904" alt="" /></span></span></strong></p>
<p>Ingredients:</p>
<p>1 lb russet potatoes<br />1/4 cup chopped leeks (1/2 green part, 1/2 white part)<br />1/8 cup chopped chives<br />1 tbls minced garlic<br />1/4 cup Fresno red pepper (or similar med heat pepper), seeded and chopped<br />2 Serrano chilis, seeded and chopped<br />1 tsp sea salt</p>
<p>Instructions:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Preheat the oil in a pot or fryer to about 350 degrees.<br /><br />With a mandoline or by hand, cut chip-width slices (leave skin on) widthwise.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Add the slices 1 at a time to the hot oil. Use your judgment and make in batches. You don't want to crowd them too much. Constantly move the slices so they don't stick. Do this for about 4 or 5 minutes until crisp. Remove the chips and place them on a plate with a paper towel. Repeat for all the chips.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Once chips are done, combine the leeks, pepper, chilis and garlic into a dip strainer and dip into the hot oil for a few seconds (like 10 to 15). Dump into a bowl. Add the salt to the bowl and mix.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Take a gallon Ziploc or similar bag and place a spoonful of the mixture into it, along with a handful of chips. Close the bag and leave lots of air in it, so there's room to shake. Shake it. Shake it. Shake it, baby. Dump onto a platter. Repeat with more mixture and chips until all the chips are seasoned.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Sprinkle fresh chopped chives on top and serve.</p>
<p><strong>Let me know what you think! And please go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUjgbgFYgag" target="_blank">rate my video</a>. Thanks!</strong></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Music Credits You'll Never See (alt title: Announcing KidTestLabs.com)</title><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/music-credits-youll-never-see-alt-title-announcing-kidtestla.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/music-credits-youll-never-see-alt-title-announcing-kidtestla.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-10-19T15:40:22Z</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:40:22Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Jay-Z, <em>featuring BusyD</em></p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.busydadblog.com/storage/BD%20and%20Jay-Z.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1255966957018" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>I'm bad luck when it comes to collabo's.</p>
<p>Remember sometime last year when <a href="http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com" target="_blank">Mr Lady</a> and I kicked off our <a href="http://www.starkravingdads.com" target="_blank">advice blog</a>? Looking back, it kicked ass. It was fun, and we dished out great advice. But two people who never shut up about stuff just couldn't find the mojo to keep, well, talking. It lasted about a year. But considering the Wright Brothers' first attempt lasted 12 seconds, I'd argue we're still on the path to greatness.</p>
<p>Around the same time, I teamed up <a href="http://www.jeffdaycartoons.com" target="_blank">Jeff Day</a>, one brilliant author/MD and cartoonist to start a comics site called BusyDad Tales. It too rocked. But just kind of ran out of steam (I saved the comics - you can see them <a href="http://www.busydadblog.com/busydad-comics/">here</a>).</p>
<p>Luckily, these two have memories like goldfish and have agreed to kick it with me one more time. But this time, it's different.</p>
<p>The kids are taking over.</p>
<p>It was only a matter of time before my kid started realizing that when you chatter incessantly in school you get sent to the principal's office, but when you do it online, you get sent boxes of free Legos. And when you form a mob with other kids of like mind, you can form an empire. Or at least a cool site you can show off to your friends.</p>
<p>Here's me, kicking him out of the nest. Fly, boy. Fly.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.kidtestlabs.com" target="_blank">Kid Test Labs</a></p>
<p>Check it. Yo.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>7 years in, and he's already got me beat</title><category term="Dad Gets Duped"/><category term="Kid Words"/><id>http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/7-years-in-and-hes-already-got-me-beat.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/7-years-in-and-hes-already-got-me-beat.html"/><author><name>BusyDad</name></author><published>2009-10-07T15:12:16Z</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:12:16Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>d Wife has been having a pretty tough pregnancy. Everyone tells us that means it's probably a girl. This would usually be the part where I do a happy dance followed by a "Kid n Play" style grab one foot and hop through with the other, but seeing your spouse miserable and bed ridden kind of keeps you in check.</p>
<p>Of course, I'm always there to offer advice:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"I feel nauseous."</p>
<p>"Maybe take a Pepcid?"</p>
</blockquote>
<p>And so is Fury:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"I feel nauseous."</p>
<p>"I wish my belly hurt too" (while rubbing mom's belly).</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"So I can hurt with you."</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Son, I love you. But making me look bad on home court is not earning you any Bionicles.</p>]]></content></entry></feed>