Ahhhhhhhhh. My feet, my mind, my spirit are all tired. I spent the day on the phone immersed in the bowels of our beloved beaurocratic system. God help me. God help us all. Seriously, what a mess. As I’ve mentioned, ad nauseam, we’re moving. I have been trying to glean information about housing programs, etc. from counties we are interested in relocating to. In particular “First Time Buyer’s” grants, etc. I started with each individual county by accessing their websites. It was suggested that I begin here first. After an hour of bouncing back and forth between departments, information pages, and finding myself totally exasperated, I looked for contact numbers. You have to search for these, by the way. Numbers are not often published on the Home Page, but more likely are to be found buried deep in the subsurface of the website. This, I assume, is to reduce phone usage, so you literally use up all your available brain cells before placing a call to an actual human being. I liked it better in the old days. A real voice had to talk to you. There were no options, no voice mail, no series of phone options. Like it or lump it, they had to deal with that nasty old consumer one on one. I took down all the pertinent numbers and began an up-close and personal quest for information. Using up one whole lined legal page of paper before breakfast had fully digested, and being transferred for the 20th time to another number, I simply hung up. One gentlemen, when I posed a question, actually informed me that he was “Googleing” my request, to see if he got a response. Hmm. It seems to me that if the foot doesn’t know what the knee is doing, it must make it very difficult to proceed from Point A to Point B without falling smack on your face. Amazing.
After I slapped the silly out of myself for a few minutes, I ate lunch and once again approached the phone, this time with some serious trepidation. Throwing caution to the wind, I dialed another set of numbers. Life is short. What the hell? What I loved about this group of calls was that towards the end I was referred to yet another department with, or so the story went, someone who supposedly could offer information about the original question I had set out to find the answer to six hours ago. I sent up a flare, alerted the media, held a spot on the 10:00 o’clock news, and waited for a voice to respond. Truly, this is my favorite of the group. Not surprisingly, the helpful young lady on the other end hadn’t one clue as to the answer to my question, but she did offer a referral number which I wrote on my second sheet of lined paper. After dialing the number she’d referred me to, voila, that same young lady who had just given me the referral number answered my call. Is it just me. Really? I mean, if it is, I’ll get therapy, create a reality show, submit my video to U-Tube, I just don’t know. I have tons of questions, it just seems that nobody has any answers. Have you noticed that on your end?? I’m sure you have.
At the end of this ranting and raving was a lovely woman who held information and actually was willing to share it. How I got to her through the Labyrinth I’ll never know. Orwell would have been proud. When I found her at the end of my search, she was like a beacon in a dark tunnel that made me remember there are still people with information who are willing to share. She was so helpful and friendly it literally brought me to my knees with hope.
This, as all things in the world that remind me of unwashed gym socks, also brings me to cooking something comforting to makes the ugly look better, as food, for me, always has a way of doing just exactly.
My other half rarely requests the same menu inside of a week but he liked these so much he chose them over French fries (HUGE) with our grilled Cajun burgers (search recipe base) for a side. Got to try them. They’re really good. I dip them in Ranch dressing, catsup, or BBQ sauce. Yum.
Cheesy Herb Coated Potato Wedges
6 medium russet potatoes
6 Tbsp. olive oil
6 cloves of garlic, minced and flattened with flat of knife blade
1 tsp. dried rosemary, crushed
1 tsp. dried oregano
1 tsp. dried thyme
1 tsp. paprika
1 tsp. freshly ground black pepper
1/4 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. garlic salt
Preheat oven to 425 degrees.
Scrub and rinse potatoes, leave peel on. Cut each potato in half lengthwise. Cut each half lengthwise into 4 equal wedges.
In mixing bowl, mix together all seasonings, Parmesan, and olive oil. Add potatoes. Toss until evenly coated.
Cover large cookie sheet with tin foil. Line up potato wedges side by side leaving some space in between. Bake for 40 mins. or until golden brown and crunchy. Season with salt and pepper as desired.