Category Archives: Andy

Andy’s Dreamy Cream Sauce

Over the past few years, Andy has been quietly perfecting his white cream sauces. Known in these parts for his outstanding reds, I’ve been gently encouraging him to branch into the creamier territory, for things such as fettuccine Alfredo or this pancetta and pea creation. I know it’s doing nothing for my wardrobe, but it’s doing wonders for the happiness of my tummy, and at this stage in life that’s definitely more important than fitting into a pair of slim fit jeans. (Jeans are overrated anyway.)

With its base of butter and cream, it’s difficult to go wrong with any variation on an Alfredo, and I’ve been reaping the benefits of some delicious trials without so much as a single error. He does a mean chicken and broccoli dish that I end up eating for dinner, then breakfast, and lunch, and dinner again. Pasta is perfect for fall comfort dishes, and ’tis definitely the season. 

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Scenes from Andy’s Birthday Dinner

We celebrated Andy’s birthday with the family this past weekend, and it was a gathering that spanned the generations, and our twenty-two years together. All those years run giddily into one happy entity after a while, creating layers of love and warm memories that glow like birthday candles, the kind that keep relighting even when you think they’re out. Family is unwavering that way. Here’s a glimpse into ours. 

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The Happy Birthday Boy

Today is Andy’s birthday, and while he has explicitly stated he does not want a big deal made of it, he deserves a little shout-out on his special day. He is always here in myriad ways, informing every day and grounding it, adding an unexpected comment of biting wit or sly humor. After two decades, he still has the power to surprise and charm just when I think I’ve seen and heard it all. 

As we get older, and the world grows sadder with each passing loss, I think we have learned to be kinder, and more appreciative of what we have. We’ve also, sometimes slowly, come to be more understanding of each other. Where once we may have striven to be independent and hold stubbornly on to who we were before we met, we now bend a little, compromise a bit, and make our way in the world as a team. 

On this day, he’s earned a little relaxation and fun, and if he wants a quiet uneventful birthday, so shall he have it. (Of course, if you have his number and want to reach out, he would never be mad about it.)

Happy birthday, Drew – I love you. 

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Jars of Summer Jewels

It’s been a number of years since Andy went on a canning spree, and just as he returned to the apple pie a couple of weeks ago, so too has he returned to a family tradition that brings back memories of his loved ones. 

Canning is not a quick and easy process, and it’s far too involved for me to attempt. For Andy, it was a part of his childhood, and as he bustled about the kitchen I stayed out of his way, happily watching this season’s first showing of ‘Clue’ in the family room. 

As he carefully preserved a big box of summer’s ripest tomatoes, I realized that he was putting summer away into each jar. As the fall ripens into winter, we will have little bites of summer jewels in our pasta sauces and soups, carrying on his history, and warming our home. 

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A Rustic Return to Pie Form

Andy makes his pies from scratch, crust included, and that’s something I simply can’t/won’t do. It took almost everything out of me to master this dough recipe, and that’s enough for now. As for Andy’s apple pie, this is the first time he’s made it in several years. He used the original recipe handed down from his Mom, and whenever he makes one of her recipes I know he feels closer to her. There’s something about baking with love that makes things taste better. 

He put together the dough and rolled it out, assembling it in rustic form, then popped it all into the oven to make the magic happen. The kitchen and then the house filled with the aroma of fall and comfort and warmth – it signaled the changing of seasons, and a return to the cozy food one conjures at such a time. A freshly-baked pie brings back childhood holiday memories for both of us.

We served it to some dear friends with freshly-whipped cream, and it was heaven.  

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My Husband the Cop

There are good cops and there are bad cops, and all sorts of in-between. There are also systemic problems that run through police culture, and have been part of that very system for centuries. This post isn’t going to offer any solutions or recommendations on any of that because I simply don’t have the answers. I do, however, have a husband who is a retired cop, and from all that I have heard and know, he was a pretty good one. 

Andy started off as a volunteer firefighter (coming from a long line of firefighters in his family, including his grandfather who was one of the founders of the Guilderland Fire Department, and the last living charter member at one point), then became a dispatcher and volunteer paramedic, before finally taking a job as a police officer, where he would have remained were it not for an unfortunate injury that cut it all short years before I met him. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I had met him when he was an officer. I don’t know if I could have lived that life, and as a police officer he probably could not have handled mine; he once made it clear that if I ever broke the law he wouldn’t have been an alibi. (Like if I had to murder someone and it wasn’t necessarily self-defense – a question I may have asked on our second date.)

To do all of those things – firefighter, dispatcher, paramedic, police officer – requires someone with a strong heart and an unyielding belief in justice and helping people. It demands a fortitude built on more than self-gratification, and it requires a desire to help everyone in need. Not everyone can or should take up such a life, and sometimes the best would-be-officers are those who know enough not to pursue the career if they are not cut out for it. There’s no shame in that either, as I happily count myself as one of them. (Not that I’d ever even contemplated such a career.) 

But for those that do feel such a calling, for those who still want to make a difference, and to perhaps work from the inside to improve and change a system that admittedly needs some work, there are a few exams being given in New York State, including two that are housed in my own agency, the Department of Environmental Conservation. The exam announcements for our Environmental Conservation Police Officer and Forest Ranger titles are currently up and open for applications (until August 3, 2022) and they are hoping to cull a diverse and broad candidate field, so if you or anyone you know may be interested, please visit this Civil Service webpage for further details and information

As for my husband Andy, the photograph below was taken during his dispatcher days – a springboard for many an officer – and I think we need to take a moment to appreciate how cute he was, even in the requisite police mustache of the 80’s. (Also, respect the landline.)

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A Toast to Andy’s Dad

It’s been five years since Andy’s Dad passed away, so on that anniversary we went out to dinner to honor the day, as Andy said it would be what his Dad wanted. This Balinese lemonade was my way of toasting a father-in-law who had always been exceptionally kind to me. Andy had the cocktail special of the day at his favorite restaurant, and we had a lovely dinner remembering his Dad. 

As we kick off Father’s Day weekend, it is a good time to remember the Dads who are no longer with us. 

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Summer Mac Salad

Macaroni salad has always been the stuff of summer in our house. This is the time of the year when Andy whips up a batch to have on had for lunches or gatherings, or if I’m extra lucky just on an unremarkable afternoon when the weather is fine and you want something that is both vibrant and nostalgic. I don’t usually have the patience to do all the chopping and cooling that makes a macaroni salad great, but Andy has such gifts. This particular bowl was especially good – Andy claims it’s a new relish he’s found – and whatever the reasons or secrets behind it, I was grateful for its goodness. 

He fired up the grill for some burgers and hot dogs to go with it, and there was no finer dinner to be had at any cost. The road to summer is at hand, and it begins with a simple salad. 

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A Dozen Years of Married Life ~ Part 3

Sunday dawned in sunny fashion, the universe still playing its most beautiful card on the day we were designed to leave. Rather than regret, I celebrated the sun at hand, and the weekend we had just had, making a quick walk about the neighborhood while Andy had his coffee and showered. There were bleeding hearts and azaleas, tulips and pansies, and a few neighbors of the fuzzy kind

This rabbit showed up again, as it to confirm we were exactly where we were supposed to be. 

The blooms along Southwest Corridor Park saw me back to the condo, where Andy was almost ready. 

A dashing husband makes for a fine brunch date. 

And a happy anniversary weekend joins the happy pantheon of all that came before, continuing our journey to what will come again. 

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A Dozen Years of Married Life ~ Part 2

Rain had been forecast as a possibility for our actual anniversary, but it stayed away, even allowing for peeks of blue sky through a thin layer of clouds. Grateful for the peaceful break, we made our annual jaunt to the Boston Public Garden. The trees were in bloom, if a bit behind their usual schedule. The swan boats had just started running again, their bright white feathers echoing the crab-apple trees. 

The colors on this day were as muted as they were fresh, like a whimsical watercolor painting that felt like history about to create or reveal itself. Andy and I walked through the Garden, pausing at the places we knew so well. 

Squirrels and ducks and and geese swirled around us, welcoming us back. As unlikely as it was, I still wondered if any of them had been here twelve years ago. Most of the trees remained, a few new ones had been planted, and many had undergone the wear and tear of time. We were older too, taking a slower pace, as much to enjoy the moment as to give our bodies some ease. 

Twelve years ago this little bottle of Creed was a bit fuller, but only a bit, as this is the only day of the year on which I wear it. 

We made our way through the Garden, then ventured into the site of the former Taj, now the Newbury, where we had once been ensconced in a suite for our wedding weekend. Now, it would be the site of our lunch, and I began with this ‘Prohibition Daisy’ mocktail. Andy chose his favorite Hemingway daiquiri, which showed up like destiny on the menu. Our table overlooked the Public Garden from which we had come, and we reminisced about our rehearsal dinner cocktail hour in this very same room. 

After lunch, we checked out the florals of the lobby, where we found peonies, just as we had twelve years ago. We exited onto Newbury Street and meandered to Shreve, Crump and Low for the annual washing of the rings. With all that has happened in the last few years, it was a comfort and a balm to realize that there were still traditions that mattered, still ways to mark time and be grateful, still ways to love…

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A Dozen Years of Married Life ~ Part 1

Celebrating our 12th wedding anniversary a couple of weeks ago in Boston, Andy and I re-discovered a city in spring bloom while remembering that wonderful day a dozen years ago. A quieter celebration, especially considering the current state of the world, it seemed to mean a little more than louder and more bombastic celebrations we may have had in the past. Southwest Corridor Park was lined with flowering plums and apples, while our building on Braddock Park was framed by the leaflessly-enchanting blooms of an American dogwood. We were back in beauty. 

A gift from last year’s anniversary, a spritz of Soleil Brulant brought back more recent happy memories, time layering upon time, creating the richness of our shared history. As Andy settled in at the condo, I went on a quick shopping run on Newbury Street. 

Hastening along, I returned to find Andy on the couch in an afternoon slumber. After carefully unloading some food in the kitchen, I moved quietly to the bedroom for a daily meditation. A favorite time of the day, in one of my favorite rooms, while my favorite person was sleeping in the other room – it was an auspicious beginning to our anniversary weekend.  

On that first night, we had a steak dinner in the Seaport, then returned home while the city bloomed. The next day we would return to the Garden…

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Vintage Lilacs

More than perhaps any other flower, lilacs kindle memories – of childhood, of mothers, of family, and of love. When placed beside a photo of Andy’s mother, they lend our den a sense of warmth and history, bringing to mind happy memories when we were all much younger. The mind mingles in the past based on different sensations – sometimes it’s in the perfume of a flower, sometimes in a certain shade of lavender, and sometimes in the simple slant of sunlight. 

Andy recalls a long hedge of lilacs near his home, a mixture of white and typical lilac bushes, alternating light and dark shades – which is similar to my own memories of lilacs – the traditional variety in our yard, and a few more elusive white varieties in the yard next door. As this year’s lilac season shifts from the American versions to the Korean lilacs, just coming into sweet bloom now, the season of spring is at its glory – as much a season of renewal as of remembrance. 

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A Mother’s Presence

Andy’s Mom saved him a hybrid lilac bush before she died, and in the spring that we moved into our home it was one of the first things we planted in the backyard. Since then, it has slowly (and some years quickly) spread beyond its intended space, sending out suckers far into the lawn and resulting in new plants ready to be transplanted. I’ve established two more healthy clumps in other areas, adding to the pretty, perfumed merriment. Every time they come into bloom, I’m reminded of his Mom and her love of gardening – and of lilacs. 

This variety has a heavy, double bloom – a fancier and frillier version of the common single variety, and just as pungent in the perfume department. A single stalk will fill an entire room with its intoxicating fragrance, signaling spring and hope and the giddy glide to summer. 

Lilacs carry other memories for us – particularly of our Memorial Day vacations to Ogunquit, Maine, which we are returning to this year after being absent for too long. Their bushes were usually right behind ours, so just as ours were tapering off, we would head north and find them still in the midst of their sweet blooming season. Hopefully our timing will work out in a few weeks. 

In the meantime, I pause each and every time I’m outside and anywhere near their vicinity. Stopping to smell the flowers is something that should be part of everyone’s life – and this week it’s a literal practice of love. A memory of Andy’s sweet Mum on this Mother’s Day. 

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Our Garden Wedding

The morning of May 7, 2010 dawned in sunny fashion, and as I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room of our suite at what was then the Taj Hotel, I paused in the quiet start of the day. Looking out over the Boston Public Garden, at the fresh green canopy of trees and the swans in the distance, I felt keenly, and wonderfully, the day of demarcation from the technically-single life behind me and the married life before me. In that hushed morning, I waited for Andy to stir, and soon we would cross the street to the Garden, where we would meet up with family and friends to officially be married

Today marks our 12th wedding anniversary – a dozen years of adventure, laughs, and love – and we will hopefully go through our usual anniversary traditions, in whatever form they might take in this new world. Having made it through the rough times, the tedious doldrums of life, and the way it wears on the best of romances – especially in the isolation of a worldwide pandemic – Andy and I have found a new respect for one another, and for our marriage. It’s a different sort of love that sustains us now, but I still feel the instant affection and thrill that I did twenty-two years ago when we first met. There’s no one I would rather share this life with, to sit in the Garden and watch the squirrels and swans go by…

Happy Anniversary Andy – I love you. 

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A Cake of Lavender & Love

This homemade beauty was crafted by Andy in honor of JoAnn’s 50th birthday celebration, which continues just as this is being posted. Josie, Ali and Peaches will soon be en route to our little abode, where I’ve assembled a trio of her favorite appetizers and a weekend of comfort and casual glory. Andy’s cake is made of a vanilla base, accented by lavender frosting and a raspberry filling. Our home will be filled with all sorts of good things this weekend, and if the weather’s still a little chilly, at least there will be warmth in our hearts. 

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