Do you ever get a new gadget for your kitchen and FALL IN LOVE? You know, the kind of love that makes you wonder how you ever managed without it? The kind that, if this thing breaks, you may actually cry and give up cooking? I’m having that love affair with my Cuisinart Mini Food Processor right now. Shhh, don’t tell my husband!
I met this little piece of heaven a few months ago and we had an immediate connection. We shared common interests, like chopping onions and nuts, and even grating cheese. Last night, it even surprised me after I accidentally bought whole coffee beans instead of already ground. After a long, tiring day, the thought of having to return the coffee beans and exchange for ground coffee almost had me in tears. Luckily, with a switch of the blade, this little lifesaver had the whole pound of beans ground for me. If we were married, I would have asked to renew my vows right then and there.
Please excuse me while I go hug it again…
As a little girl growing up in a household with siblings and two parents, I possessed a childish ignorance of all things pertaining to sustaining life. How long did milk last when I was younger? Forever! How did we get more? My mom went outside and harvested the Money Tree before going to the store and buying it. The harsh reality of living alone for the first time: milk goes bad. Pretty quickly. This Moxie Girl learned that the hard way a few months ago. The day I took a gulp of sour milk was the day I decided that embracing independence would also require brushing up on my kitchen savvy. Now, I’m proud to say, I am a fridge-stocking expert (complete with a frilly vintage apron and glittery pink ruffled rubber gloves…whoever said style and domesticity didn’t overlap was clearly unaware of Barbie’s Dream House)! I learned everything I know from Real Simple–one of my favorite lifestyle magazines–and I’m passing it on to you. Go here for the complete article.
- Cheese, hard: six months
- Butter: 1 to 3 months
- Olives and pickles: one month
- Fresh eggs (in shell): 3 to 5 weeks
- Cheese, soft, unopened: 3 to 4 weeks
- Cheese, soft, opened: 1 to 2 weeks
- Bacon, cooked: one week
- Hard-boiled eggs: one week
- Steaks, roasts, uncooked: 3 to 5 days chops
- Bread dough: 3 to 4 days
- Fish, cooked: 3 to 4 days
- Mashed potatoes: 3 to 4 days
- Meat, cooked: 3 to 4 days
- Poultry, cooked: 3 to 4 days
- Stuffing, cooked: 3 to 4 days
- Soups and stews: 2 to 4 days
- Fruit or pumpkin pies, baked: 2 to 3 days
- Chicken or turkey, fresh: 1 to 2 days
- Fish, fresh: 1 to 2 days
- Fruit or pumpkin pies, unbaked: 1 to 2 days
- Gravy, meat broth: 1 to 2 days
- White wine, recorked: 1 to 2 days
Don’t sweat the small stuff–I make the mistakes so you can avoid them! Have a domestically blissful week
Hello World! I am Moxie Girl Sylvia! I’m so excited to join the blogging world with Moxie Girl and really look forward to passing on any knowledge that I have to all of our readers. Having been raised in a 5-member family with a hard working farmer father and a stay-at-home mother, I’m glad to bring more to the table when it comes to alleviating stress in my client’s homes. It’s true that I have little fear in attacking today’s household stresses and am excited to share some tips I have gained and been passed on from my wonderful mother. I never realized this knowledge would be useful in the world, the phrase “you’ll thank me for this someday” is indefinitely true. Without a doubt I have admitted to my mother, “you were right” when it comes to household assisting.
There is a joy I find in sharing my secrets with clients, helping to make something easier in their life, one task at a time. As I begin joining in blogging on a regular basis, I look forward to sharing my wisdom as I continue to learn more. Just last week I had fear of ruining my favorite pair of jeans. Now, my own mother would have said “go get another,” but to my surprise I was given a tip from the Moxie Queen of Clean! It hadn’t “dawned” on me to use Dawn dish soap for oil stains. When I realized the stains were also in my carpet I was peeved, but luckily I had gotten the advice to scrub and rinse to get the stains out. Sure enough, they were gone! I am proud to see the spotless carpet and my favorite pair of jeans ready to be worn again!
Needless to say, I am not perfect, but am happy to know that with the help from my Moxie family and my parents, I gain knowledge everyday and am happy to make it useful in your homes!
Hello, Moxie readers! I couldn’t be more excited about my new place in the Moxie family.
Beth - the Domestically Curious Moxie
As a recently independent single girl, the lessons I learn as the newest Moxie are boundless–I would by lying if I said I haven’t made mistakes that my mother would cringe at. As I report these experiences, you’ll get to witness the embarrassing (I prefer to call them charmingly innocent) household blunders and domestic mysteries I experience as a girl on her own. For instance…
- As a shopaholic, most of my wardrobe is “hand wash” or “dry clean only”–what does that really mean? How can I keep my clothes looking like the first time I wore them?
- Just how long does milk last? (I learned that one the hard way.)
- If the toilet won’t flush, does that warrant calling a plumber? (Clue: the answer is probably not.)
The beauty of witnessing my domestic faux pas is that you’ll learn how to avoid them. Through my commentary, research, and “learning experiences”, I will shed light on the simple household duties that no one likes to admit they really don’t know how to deal with. I learn, you learn–it’s a win/win situation! I’m not ashamed to say I’m far from a Domestic Goddess…but I think I have a few years to get that under control
If you’re interested in the toilet-repair dramas, laundry-induced meltdowns, or sour milk shenanigans of a young girl conquering the world one toilet at a time, stay tuned!
Attention world! I would like to introduce you to our newest voices of Moxie Girl. World, meet Beth and Sylvia. Beth and Sylvia, meet the world.
Sylvia - The Princess of Clean
Sylvia is no stranger to keeping house. Moxie Girl would actually like to take this opportunity to thank Sylvia’s mother for making her clean the house so much as a child. Seriously, Sylvia’s Mom, THANK YOU. We have seen Sylvia attack moldy showers and crusty toilets like no other Moxie Girl before her. She is fearless and tenacious when it comes to removing grime from homes, and we are excited for her to share her wisdom with our readers.
Beth - the Domestically Curious Moxie
Beth will be bringing another point of view to our blog. Living on her own for the first time, Beth could be described as our Domestically Curious Moxie Girl. We admit, she’s our entertainment right now. We hover around her like a bunch of momma birds teaching a baby bird to fly. We see the potential, and are excited for her to develop her own style in keeping homes elegantly organized. In the meantime, we may laugh at her mistakes (like learning the hard way that, when living alone, milk may go bad before it gets finished…), but we hope that her experiences can help us all become better domestic divas!
We look forward to bringing these new voices to the Moxie Girl team. As always, we welcome your questions, comments, and your forwarding our information to your domestic diva and domestically challenged friends!
I have always had a slight case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. As a kid I didn’t realize my normal daily activities were not normal for most kids. Having all my books alphabetized by author’s last name when I was 6? Quirky. Always having to take my first step with my right foot, including when changing flooring types or flooring color? Not quite normal, and embarassing when people saw my quick-step to get the right foot first. Chewing my food in 5-chew incriments on each side of my mouth? Keeping notebooks full of notes on every commercial that played during my after school tv shows? Now I’m starting to sound like a wierdo.
Being a child with OCD wasn’t always easy. I got really good at hiding my quirks and keeping my thoughts to myself when I realized that no one else really thought like I did (What do you mean you don’t know how many tiles are on the walls and floor of your bathroom? I’ve known that since the first time I visited your house!). As I became a grown-up, though, I realized that my neurotic tendencies actually have a special little place in the world. I can get a closet organized by season, size, AND color in less time than most women spend at the mall on a Saturday. I can set up a kitchen pantry that even a 4 year old can keep neat and tidy, and I can get more stuff into a trunk of a car than anyone else I know.
While I’ve felt like it’s been a curse most of my life, when I started Moxie Girl, I realized it’s really a blessing. I can truly help people change their lives by making their homes run more efficiently. The appreciation my clients show me now makes up for all the “You are crazy” looks I got as a child. I guess it’s my own quirky twist on the ”Living the Dream” goal so many people try to achieve.