Bring on 2013

Happy new year!

Good riddance, 2012. I present thirteen quotes for ’13. Who needs resolutions?

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1) “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

2) “A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues.” ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero

3) “Keep away from those who try to belittle your own ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you believe that you too can be great.” ~ Mark Twain

4) “He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still.” ~ Lao Tzu

5) “A woman is like a tea bag– yo u can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

6) ” I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.” ~ Winston Churchill

7) “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed group of individuals can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” ~ Margaret Mead

8) “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” ~ Oscar Wilde

9) It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.” ~ Maya Angelou

10) “Motherhood is a choice you make everyday, to put someone else’s happiness and well-being ahead of your own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when you’re not sure what the right thing is…and to forgive yourself, over and over again, for doing everything wrong.” ~ Donna Ball

11) “I don’t think it’s possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humor.” ~ Christopher Hitchens

12) “A man without ethics is a wild beast loosed upon this world.” ~ Albert Camus

13) “On the contrary, your Honor. I was doing my best to conceal it.” ~ Mae West
[upon being asked by a judge if she was trying to show contempt for the court during a trial for indecency]

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

RP Tracks

Some of the decor

Some of the decor at RP Tracks

Let me preface this review with a confession: I am a creature of habit. When I sing the praises of a dining spot, what that really means is I am singing the praises of a particular dish at said dining spot. Buffets notwithstanding, there are only two exceptions to this rule. RP Tracks is one of them. Over the years I’ve eaten no fewer than a dozen dishes and loved them all. Granted, I have my favorite….but the fact that there are multiple menu items that I’ve ordered more than once speaks volumes about my adoration of all things Tracks.

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Virtually every local I asked immediately recalled the discounted shots when the train passes. Who doesn’t love drink specials? In fact, I have some hazy recollections of adventures there during my University of Memphis days. ;)

However, do not make the mistake of dismissing RP Tracks as a college bar.

RP Tracks is a restaurant with a bar, and the food is spectacular. It’s certainly popular with the coeds, especially given its close proximity to campus, but it is truly a restaurant for all ages. Solo students perched on a barstool watching the game, couples whispering in a corner booth, families with children—all spotted during my most recent visit.

Bar area

Bar area

Owned by Peter Moon and Rick Johns, RP Tracks has served the Memphis community for 25 years. It is one of the few restaurants still owned and operated by the original owners—and the two do not take this responsibility lightly. Moon speaks passionately about his vision for the restaurant, which includes plans for an outdoor patio area, and a commitment to affordable prices. Along with manager Jeff Potter, the enthusiasm is contagious, and it comes as no surprise that business is booming.

A massive overhaul of Walker Avenue promises to enhance the establishment and further solidify its status as a Memphis landmark. Yet within the cozy interior it’s the new weekend brunch that’s making waves. Served on Saturday and Sunday from 11-3, I jumped at the opportunity to accompany my aunt to a leisurely post-church meal.

No better partner in culinary crime exists than my fellow bon vivant, Aunt Sarah. I must give credit where it is due—she’s never met a stranger—and our mutual passion for vino only enhances the dining experience. To commence our meal at RP Tracks we opted to honor brunch tradition with a round of Bloody Marys, a beverage that warrants its own paragraph about my rating system.

Hello gorgeous.

Hello gorgeous.

Despite my frequent consumption of the spicy tomato elixir of the gods, I feel woefully inadequate with my descriptive abilities. Here’s the simple breakdown of my criteria:

1) How does the mixer taste?

2) When it comes to alcohol and spice—too much or not enough? I’m not ordering vodka shots with Zing Zang, I want a Bloody Mary. And if it’s too spicy for me I guarantee the average citizen is probably in tears.

3) And what about the extras? Garnish and other special touches make my heart happy;

Mary would be proud. Tracks does her eponymous drink justice. Bonus points for the three jumbo olives and completely submerged pickle.

If a Bloody or Mimosa isn’t your cup of spiked punch, wine starts at $5 and there’s a good selection of beer.

Aunt Sarah & me

Aunt Sarah & me

Since Aunt Sarah and I diligently count calories we gave our math skills a workout by selecting two entrees apiece. She ordered the Brunch Burger and a waffle while I chose the Marvelous Chicken and Quatro Queso quesadilla.

The Brunch Burger includes two 4 oz. Angus beef patties with apple wood bacon, sautéed onions, and pepper jack cheese served on an English muffin. Aunt Sarah requested her hollandaise sauce on the side. She praised the patty and dunked liberally into the hollandaise. With the exception of my yearly filet at Ruth’s Chris I’m not too keen on red meat—so I only took a bite. Yet that carnivorous nibble pleasantly surprised me as it had the taste of something I’d get at Ruth’s Chris as opposed to the typical hamburger.

Brunch Burger

Brunch Burger

Sampling Aunt Sarah’s waffle introduced me to the glory that is RP Tracks’ homemade maple infused whipped cream. Delectable. Scrumptious. Perfection. You know the diner scene from When Harry Met Sally? That’s exactly how I felt after the maple infused whipped cream. My manners flew out the window as I stuck my fingers in the cream and licked them clean. RP Tracks’ tragic flaw is that they do not offer mason jars filled with this divinity.

Maple. Infused. Whipped. Cream.

Maple. Infused. Whipped. Cream.

My absolute favorite dish at Tracks is the Quatro Queso. I’ve been eating it for years. Smoked gouda, feta, and cheddar jack cheeses ooze out of a tomato basil tortilla. Aunt Sarah says it’s comfort food but I view it as a 24/7 food. As soon as I pass through the pearly gates I hope I’m handed a Quatro Queso with a mason jar of maple infused whipped cream so that my palate is satisfied for all eternity.

Say cheese!

Say cheese!

Marinated chicken breast, thick cut apple wood smoked bacon, and Swiss cheese comprise the Marvelous Chicken. However, my penchant for maple infused whipped cream and my other entrée forced me to box the sandwich in its entirety. Upon waking from my food coma I consumed the sandwich cold and it was the perfect late night snack.

Those waffle fries were mighty tasty when dipped in maple infused whipped cream...

Those waffle fries were mighty tasty when dipped in maple infused whipped cream…

All the money in the world couldn’t convince me to eat anything that derives from a coconut—so when Aunt Sarah insisted I try the coconut praline icebox pie I decided it would be a delightful treat for my mother. Suffice it to say she has a new favorite dessert.

Life of Pie

Life of Pie

Only as I tucked my leftovers into the fridge did I notice the conspicuous absence of Styrofoam. A quick virtual search confirmed that RP Tracks is indeed certified by Project Green Fork, an initiative that ‘contributes to a sustainable Mid-South by helping reduce environmental impacts, with a focus on strengthening homegrown restaurants.’ Read more about Project Green Fork and their rigorous six step certification process here.

Perhaps if you’re a Memphian you’ve made the correlation between RP Tracks and RP Billiards. Located a stone’s throw from Tracks, Billiards calls the Highland Strip home, and offers multiple pool tables along with a kitchen and a bar. Patrons entering RP Billiards certainly can’t miss bartender Scotty James and signature top hat.

Scotty James

Scotty James

Here’s what Scotty told me about the job he adores: “It doesn’t matter how many people come to your bar…it’s how many come back!! Making people feel at home is very important. Serving a quality product consistently provides people with comfort. You have to convince customers that you truly care about them—and do it every day.”

And care he does. Scotty’s charismatic personality gives him an easy rapport with those who come to his bar and he consistently goes above and beyond to accommodate customers. Multiple postings on Scotty’s Facebook confirm he was sorely missed by yours truly.

Danielle and I never pass up an opportunity to rendezvous at Billiards.

Danielle and I never pass up an opportunity to rendezvous at Billiards.

Just as Scotty James boasts a loyal following, servers and bartenders at RP Tracks offer an impeccable customer service experience. Prompt and attentive service combined with friendly, personable employees creates a welcoming atmosphere for regulars and newcomers alike—which is no easy feat considering the steady crowd. Oh yeah, and did I mention the delectable food?!

Whether you’re seeking a few rounds of pool, weekend brunch, a satisfying dinner, or reasonably priced drinks—find it all at RP Tracks.

3547 Walker Avenue / Memphis

Tarantino, how I love thee….

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PHENOMENAL.

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Survival of the fittest

12/21/12 came and went without a hitch.  I survived the apocalypse.  So did everyone else.  Dare I say it was an ordinary day? Actually, I rescind that remark.  It was quite atypical in the sense that my day was exceptionally fun.  While I routinely count my blessings– and any day I spend with my children is joyous– I cannot even remember the last time I attended multiple social functions in one day and enjoyed them all.  How nice it was to enjoy a temporary reprieve and pretend I led a relatively normal life.

Maris and I went to a local salon and took pictures for the newspaper while Tatum napped.  All that effort made us hungry so we drove through Wendy’s.  Then we returned to the office and I had to suppress the urge to answer the ringing phone.  Old habits die hard.

We also took pictures of ourselves.

Thank you, Instagram

Speaking of Tatum, she turned 10 months old on the 21st.  I cannot believe how much she’s grown….even in the 10 days I’ve been here.  My baby girl’s getting so big.  Can you believe that’s the look on her face after cutting four teeth within 24 hours?

Look at that sweet smile.

Look at that sweet smile.

Maris and I went to Target after work.  She threatened to harm me if I didn’t buy two pairs of pants [less than $12 on clearance] and a magazine.  I obliged.  Then we stopped by her house to get dressed for the evening and I saw my godkids for the first time in over a year!

I cherish this photo.

I cherish this photo.

Next we went to Chili’s for Mommy’s Night Out.  Most of the moms in Theresa’s– the patron nanny saint of Tay Tay– group converged in Collierville.  I can’t even begin to articulate what it’s like to be around fellow mothers who have seen me in action with both kids and know the type of parent I am and the values I wish to instill in my children.

We should have gotten the waitress to take this so Nicole could have been in the shot.

We should have gotten the waitress to take this so Nicole could have been in the shot.

We [Maris and me] decided to have a slumber party at Theresa’s.  Everyone giggled when I wore the pajamas of our host’s preteen daughter.  She is not large.  I am just very small, though a good bit taller, so it was an interesting look.  The five of us– our trio plus Theresa’s girls– watched Abduction and I cuddled up with an adorable dog.  Despite being what I typically dismiss as a ‘yip yip’ dog, Daisy made me smile.  Maris has an app to remove red eye on her iPhone.  Apparently she neglected my right eyeball so I have one fireball and a strange, black dot.  Oh, and disheveled hair.  Awesome.

Excuse the defects and focus on the Daisy.

Excuse the defects and focus on the Daisy.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Let it snow

Tatum’s first snow!

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Merry Christmas

Our 2012 Christmas card

Our 2012 Christmas card

The last holiday greeting you will ever see where one of my children is superimposed into the shot.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

 

 

 

Thank you, Shaman Stick

I’ve survived my first hour of the apocalypse!  Didn’t I tell you my Shaman Stick was good for something?

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With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

A glorious Sunday

I oftentimes wonder if my staunchly conservative father thinks us crazy folk at Neshoba are two steps away from establishing our own vegan, organic, and free trade commune.  That or some of us may be– gasp!– socialists.   Either way it’s always a delight when he comes to church with me.  We must not have terrified him too much with our quest for liberal world domination because this isn’t the first time he’s been my guest of honor.  Love you, Dad.

Yet another brilliant face courtesy of Tatum

Yet another brilliant face courtesy of Tatum

Sunday’s sermon:  “The Man Nobody Knows”

Who was this Jesus guy about whom we make such a hullabaloo?  Why was his birth important?  What does his message have to do with Unitarian Universalism?  Why Christmas?

It’s not in our faith tradition to proselytize.  But I’m always thrilled to share with people how important UU is to me, so please feel free to message me if you’d like to have that discussion.  Or better yet, check it out for yourself, at the Neshoba website.

Like a little pink Eskimo!

Like a little pink Eskimo!

All that religious fervor works up quite the appetite.  Tatum made her restaurant debut at Tao Too in Germantown.  I cannot recommend it enough.  Kelsey Allen and Tom Billings– does this place ring a bell to y’all?  ;)

Frontrunner for the best soup I've ever eaten

Frontrunner for the best soup I’ve ever eaten

Thai Tom Kha Kai is nothing short of a miracle.  Coconut milk soup with chicken, mushrooms, tomatoes, onion, cilantro, and lemon grass served with rice noodles.  Slightly spicy and darn near perfection.

You know it's a good meal when you fling your foot on the table.

You know it’s a good meal when you fling your foot on the table.

I’m so grateful for every second I have with my precious daughter.  That will be my focus this holiday season….

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Farewell

You’ve heard “A Fond Farewell” multiple times on this blog.  However, this video’s new, even to my eyes.  Elliott <3

“I can deal with some psychic pain if it’ll slow down my higher brain.”

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Starting the Sandy Hook conversation

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Attempting to pinpoint a single topic as ‘the issue’ at the core of the Sandy Hook massacre is an egregious error.  It is many issues and it is none.  Gun control, mental health, bullying, school safety, parenting, violence, the media….

I’m struggling, still, to articulate my thoughts.  So I will share with you the thoughts of others.

“Coping is Personal”Erica, blogger  [And Baby Makes Four]

“I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother”Liza Long, freelancer  [article republished on Gawker]

“Our lost children”Sharon Murch, mother/writer/inspiration  [DearMichaela]

Huffington Post’s Crime section offers extensive coverage and opinions.  Please feel free to share any pieces with me.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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