Category Archives: Food

Big “Do” ings

small bee hunnedo

I’ve been busy…really busy. While I’ve been busy taking on the vendor sales world, dabbling in waiting tables, and, as always, being Mommy; I’m still working on my internet project empire.

Okay, I’m not really working that much on the website.

Fortunately, my brilliant daughter Sara has stepped in using her super-power of web-design and innovation. Hunnedo.com has taken on a new look and feel. While many of the original elements remain, Sara has pushed it to the next level.

I am very pleased and excited to see this new trajectory, I hope you will too!

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Now I know why my Mom was so pissed…

…when we didn’t do our chores.

My Mom worked in the Emergency Room in a hospital outside of Detroit. She worked the standard hospital schedule. Seven in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, or three p.m. to eleven p.m.. She was that irritating lady who asked for your insurance and did all of the necessary evil paperwork to get sick and injured people back to see a doctor. After spending a day with delightful people yelling at and bleeding on her, she headed home sweet home.

My Granny and I were responsible for the household chores while Mom was at work. Granny cooked, I had the dishes and k.p.. After enduring a meal with four Hellions (my brothers and I having dinner contests involving not using our hands) my Granny deserved to not have to pick up another chore. Granny affectionately called us “the Devils from Hell”.

I wasn’t the best at cleaning the kitchen. I had other interests in mind. Listening to the radio, stealing and smoking cigarettes, general unspecified teen angst and getting out of chores. I hated to clean the kitchen.

Mom would come home and, whatever the hour, she would express her displeasure at my horrendous cleaning skills. I thought she was just being a bitch. My Granny gave me the nickname of “Ambitious”. I didn’t appreciate her sarcasm.

Still, it was better than my brother’s nickname of “Snake in the Grass”

Now that I am a grown up woman, I know the importance of a clean kitchen. It is both symbolic and hygienic. Why or when it became a perceived womanly art, I can’t answer. I have girlfriends who keep either an exceptionally tidy kitchen, and I know others whose dinner invitations are politely declined.  Truth of the matter? Yes, I judge. I know it’s not right, but I can’t help myself.

So, this grown woman now has a job that is keeping me away ten to twelve hours a day. And guess who is pissed when the kitchen sink is covered up in dirty dishes? Karma comes around and bites me in the ass, and deservedly so.

Sometimes, it’s little ways that we show our appreciation. I know that I show my family love when I cook and keep a clean house. When I have their favorite things waiting for them. It would have been such a small gesture on my part to have done as Mom would have if she didn’t have to work. Maybe Granny didn’t need to witness “No Fork Friday” .

The lesson that I learned is you can’t metaphorically beat people into showing their appreciation for you. Throwing things across a room is only momentary gratification, (oh so gratifying) and no one likes to do things for a bitch.  It has taken me many years to realize that I can be am a bitch.

Sometimes people show appreciation in different ways than me, I have to learn to see them.  And hire a maid.

SDRandCo (1)

disclaimer: not my kitchen. You can’t handle the truth

The Little Cantina that could (or should)

It is located in an affluent neighborhood with affluent people who should know better. A landscape that is peppered by fast food and chain restaurants, Star City Cantina’s status as an independent goes unnoticed by those who would rather drive thirty miles to eat within the Big City limits.

This wonderful place, is my home for Sunday nights. I wait tables on Sunday. I’ve found a good weekday job, but this restaurant is one I can believe in, one I want to succeed.

After work today,  my little family went there for dinner. Although I’ve tasted some of the food on their menu, to sit and enjoy it at our leisure was wonderful. For a Friday night, it wasn’t that busy, but much busier than it is on my Sunday night shift. They serve a la carte tacos and many other dishes, but I love some street tacos. I ordered one of these for my husband and I to share:

  • Fried Chicken Taco
  • Carne Asada Taco
  • Baked Grouper Taco
  • Mojo Pork Carnitas Taco
  • Side of Plantains (Maduros)

I was blown away at the quality and flavor profile of these taco wonders. I would expect that kind of bang downtown. My hubs is smitten with the salsa verde, I have to bring that home with me at the end of my shift. Incidentally, all salsa are made in house. My boss, the owner, brought a big bowl of verde to our table. My boss is a really good guy.

That’s why I don’t understand. The Chili’s located a mile away has an hour wait to get in on Friday night. I think Chili’s food is crap. Who wouldn’t want to support a local independent in favor of mundane?

So, if you find yourself heading to Northern Suburban Atlanta, I know a great joint I’d like to recommend…