Seeking Treasure: The Thrill of the Chase

Treasure chest closeup

My husband pores over web sites, explaining his line-by-line interpretations as he toggles between a Google map and a poem that holds clues to the hidden treasure. He points out canyons and creeks, hots springs and abandoned mines. He has a feverish gleam in his eyes.

I know that look.

I grew up watching “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World” roughly every Sunday afternoon of my childhood, sitting next to my father on our seventies-orange couch. So I’ve seen that look plenty of times.

It is the look of a man who thinks he is about to claim a hidden treasure as his own.

It is a look that cannot be denied.

Each night for a week, Randy uncovers additional clues and struggles to convince me that he’s found the secret treasure hidden by Forrest Fenn somewhere between New Mexico and Canada. I get random texts like this one, left vague for security reasons:

Screenshot treasure nugget

Randy makes his case, a strong one, that he knows where the treasure is hidden. He wants to book a flight and search for it out west.

treasure circle quotationI hold back. While I consider myself an optimist, it’s an eggshell optimism, a Cinderella faith that expires at midnight. As I try to think of a synonym for “eggshell optimism,” I realize there is one: pessimism.

Still, I decide to support him. How could I not? He’s convinced he knows where a million-dollar treasure is hidden.


“Honey,” I parry, “all these guys who are professional treasure hunters, you know, they’ve gone out 40, 50, 60 times looking for it, convinced they were gonna find it. The thing is, those clues are vague, and the West is lousy with hot springs and mines, and the clues might not even be for hot springs or mines. The thing is, they could be interpreted a hundred different ways.”

Randy is undeterred.

My older son hears Randy’s theories on the drive home for spring break and texts me his concerns about his parents’ midlife crises, but I assure him I am skeptical:

Steadfast against his family’s rebuttals, Randy opens some new maps, finds some new clues that confirm the location for him.

Randy with The Thrill of the ChaseWe’re flush with free airline miles, so we’re going to hop on a plane during an upcoming weekend. We’ll rent a car and travel to that spot my husband found on Google maps. I can’t tell you where we’re going because it’s a secret, a top secret, and if I’ve learned anything else from “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World,” it’s that you’d better not let a secret about treasure get out.

We’ll claim our treasure at best, or give it our best try at worst.

Because that look cannot be denied.

Treasure chest

Would you support your partner’s search for hidden treasure?

Update: We went out there for the weekend and didn’t find the treasure–this time. Our search–Up a Creek, but Unsinkable: Weekend in Denver

Forrest Fenn’s clues (in the poem at the right): The Thrill Resource Page


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Schadenfreude in My Facebook Feed

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Schadenfreude: pleasure derived from the misfortune of another, or, just maybe, from the fortune he never wanted

Although he was my mortal enemy and chief bully during my formative years, my brother Steve and I reached a détente when I reached my 30s, and he saw me for the first time less as a four-eyed, fat and ugly, lazy loser and more as a hard-working, loving mother of two. By the time we’d helped our second parent die of cancer, we saw each other with something approaching respect, two good-at-heart people trying our best to make it through this perplexing world.

Marcy's catfish and a classic MustangGrowing up, Steve was a proud misogynist, calling women “Ws” for “wenches,” as in this I-swear-it’s-true command to an old girlfriend: “W, get me a beer,” in front of our family while watching football.

To my never-ending horror, she got up and got him a beer.

I still cannot hear Joe Cocker’s “You Are So Beautiful” without hearing it as Steve’s frequent serenade: “You … are … so … ug … a … ly … to me. Can’t you see?” The song came out in 1974, which means it’s been playing this way in my head for over 40 years, interpreted here by a guy I paid five bucks on Fiverr to sing it:

(Source: Vikastomar)

Everyone admits Steve’s a funny guy. Living in the same small town, I would occasionally hear first- and second-hand stories of the hilarious stand-up monologues he gave to packed barrooms about how pathetic I was.

I worked as a cashier at Caldor, and one time as I stapled a customer’s receipt to his bag, he read my name tag and said, “You don’t seem that bad.” He’d heard Steve’s monologue the night before at the bar at Chuck’s Steak House.

bully circle quotationWhy Steve was obsessed with hating me I never quite understood, but I went toe-to-toe with him in profanity-laden screaming matches, his spittle flying toward me as his face reddened. When a certain vein would pop out on the right side of his forehead, I knew it was time to back off. A big bull of a man, he never struck me, but the worry of that was always lurking. I was more careful when I was home alone with him and comforted that I knew “9-1-1.”

During our bouts, I constructed lawyerly arguments against him, and I shared the psychological theories I was learning in college, like the view that his homophobia probably stemmed from latent homosexual tendencies. That vein made a quick appearance, but the phone was nearby, and I rehearsed in my head: “9-1-1, 9-1-1, 9-1-1.”

Even when not spouting off against women, homosexuals, or one of our family members, Steve was difficult to get along with. He wouldn’t cooperate for something as simple as posing for a family photo. He also scorned marriage along with any of his buddies who fell victim to it.

That makes the latest twist in our relationship the funniest of all.

Steve met a single mom in the Philippines and married her. She Facebook friended me, and I now see regular updates in my news feed from half a world away of my big brother Steve posing at an underground river, posing in Hong Kong, posing at the beach.

By all indications, his wife is a loving, family-oriented woman. I wish Steve the best and hope he has found happiness with his new family. I, too, feel the sweet stab of schadenfreude to see him posing stone-faced for those photos, part of his new married life, part of his ninth circle of Hell.

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Perfection slips away, one shot at a time

Spectators at Copper Valley Club

The ball springs off his racket toward my sweet spot; I’ll smash a forehand down the line:

racket back,
turn sideways,
little steps,
line it up,
track it,
bend my knees,
follow through —

a split second late, and that ball sails wide.

Tennis balls at CVC cardio tennis

42 New York City subway station Perfection slips away Editor Pick from yeah write 257

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Odds and Ends as Spring Arrives

1. — Over the last year, I’ve photographed a few examples of the number 42 for a writing challenge I sometimes enter, but I recently started seeing the number all over the place. I’ve been scanning signs and price tags for it everywhere, and it keeps popping up. Does that happen to anyone else? No. Just me?

42 cents

I’ll keep adding new ones to my 42 page as I find them. I know they’re out there.

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2. — I’m clueless quite often, but how did I not know how easy it is to make a gif?

via GIPHY — from Bar Juggling Scene

Excuse me while I go and make 20 gifs.

3. — I bookmark blog posts to read, but don’t always get to them right away (or, in this case, within six months), so my list of posts to read gets longer and longer (like that never-ending pile of papers I have to correct). With Easter nearing, I finally came upon this adorable clip of Jacques Pépin making olive and grape bunnies. Just wait for his punchline at the end.

(h/t The Kitchn)

I once had the chance to meet Pépin when I worked as a small town newspaper reporter, and he was appearing at a local event. I had never heard of him, thought it looked boring, and threw out the press release. Regrets, I’ve had a few…

4. — I try to be minimalist and avoid getting specialized gadgets, but I’m yearning for these Korean stone bowls. Bibimbap would be perfect for our next Stay at Home Date Night. Hey, they could be used for soup, too.

Korean Dolsot Stone Bowl
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How to Make Bibimbap Without a Recipe

5. — This was my grandmother’s sewing machine, and I remember her letting me work the foot pedal as she sewed intricate little dresses for my dolls when I was a kid. I’d love to still have one of those dresses, but this gorgeous old machine will have to do.

Old Singer Sewing Machine

6. — I do not succeed at being minimalist.

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Bánh Mì: The Best Sandwich in the World (a Second Stay at Home Date Night)

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pork banh mi sandwich, blurry background, sandwich, roast pork.Homemade Pork Bánh Mì for Stay at Home Date Night

The story behind my obsession with this sandwich

banh mi circle quotationPerhaps you too would have felt cranky and dubious if you’d been lost in Little Italy, dragging two whiny kids behind you, as you searched and searched for a supposedly good Vietnamese sandwich shop hiding behind the storefront of a jewelry store.

How good could this sandwich possibly be, as you find it, pass the glass cases of jade bracelets and gold necklaces, and finally get the food in some bags to go, only to wander around the bustling streets of Manhattan for another half hour looking for a place to sit down and eat?

Banh Mi Saigon Mott Street 2009 New York City Marcy

Banh Mi Saigon Bakery Mott Street New York City 2009

And then, feeling annoyed and giving the stink eye to your husband, it happens: You bite into the Best Sandwich in the World.

Marcy bucket of frogs New York City Chinatown 2009This was my experience in New York City in 2009, when we wandered the city on an already over but delightful foodie photo scavenger hunt. (Fun fact: That’s also when I had the pleasure of sticking my hand into a bucket of frogs.) We found Bánh Mì Saigon on Mott Street, behind the storefront of a jewelry store. (They have since relocated to more spacious digs on Grand Street.)

I’ll always remember that moment of biting into the crusty French bread. The mix of salty, sweet, sour, and savory melted away all my aggravation as I realized that, yes, this sandwich was worth the search and more. It features a mix of crunchy pork and creamy pâté, tangy pickled vegetables, bright cilantro, and spicy hot sauce. It even throws in some history, as the Vietnamese ingredients combine with the remnants of French colonialism in the bread, mayonnaise, and pâté.

Our Second Friday Night Date Night

This special sandwich was the star of my second Stay at Home Date Night, and, oh, what a star it was.

We used Chef John’s recipes for pan roasted 5-spice pork loin and the pork bánh mì sandwich.

If you missed my first Stay at Home Date Night, I’ll say it again: cooking together at home for a date night is cheaper than going out and a lot more fun than cooking as a weeknight chore. Plus, we get to enjoy our own music, wine, and cooking, and we don’t have to deal with crowds. I won’t say the sandwich came out better than the first one I tried, but it definitely surpassed the ones I’ve ordered in restaurants since. Fresh, delicious, not hard to make, and exactly how I wanted it.

pork banh mi sandwich, roasted pork, homemade banh mi

What was in my bánh mì?

  • Crusty bread toasted with special sauce (mayonnaise with hoisin and sriracha)
  • Roast pork, thinly sliced
  • Pâté
  • Pickled carrot and radish (substituted for daikon, a Japanese radish)
  • Cucumber spears
  • Jalapeño slices

Let me know if you stick your hand into a bucket of frogs–or if you give the sandwich or stay at home date night a try.

pickled carrot and radish, cucumber, cilantro, jalapeno

pork banh mi, cooking, pan roasted pork

pork banh mi, pan roasted pork

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Jewel-toned one-pot pasta: Beets cleaning an extra pot

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One pot pasta with beets mushrooms and parmesan

I got the side eye from family members when I picked up beets for a new beef and beets pasta recipe I wanted to try, so I roasted the beets anyway and set them aside for an undetermined purpose down the road. That purpose arrived when I decided to jump aboard the one-pot pasta craze, albeit about two years late.

One pot pasta ingredients beets and mushrooms

The not-quite-a-recipe:   I sauteed half an onion and 3/4 cups of sliced mushrooms in olive oil and then piled in the rest of the ingredients: a portion of bucatini with a diameter of about a nickel (1/2 cup?), two small roasted beets sliced into half moons, garlic, salt, pepper, and about a cup of water. I heard one part pasta to three parts liquid works well, but I think I went more with one to two, figuring I could add more liquid if needed. I nailed it, though. After 10 minutes, the pasta was al dente, and the gorgeous ruby liquid was perfectly absorbed. I topped it with a little parmesan cheese.

One-pot pasta: It’s an absorbing process

The taste?   Good, but yikes that was a high beet-to-pasta ratio. I still had a pile of beets left over in the bottom of the bowl when I finished eating, and I ate enough beets to stain my lips red (or redder). It was the prettiest jewel-toned pasta I ever did see, though.

And cooking it in one pot?   Beets cleaning an extra pot.

One pot pasta bowl with beets mushrooms and parmesanOne-pot Pasta: Bucatini with Mushrooms and Beets


Just another Meatless Monday

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Friday night date night just got better, and cheaper, and did I mention I didn’t have to leave the house?

Polar bear stained glass (made by my dad)

When our kids were babies, my husband and I would hurry home on Friday afternoons to squeeze in a quick bite in a restaurant before the clock ran out to pick the boys up from day care, our only time out together in a hectic week. Even when the kids were old enough to stay home alone, the tradition continued, sometimes joined by a Saturday night date night, and maybe a Wednesday night date night when things got squirrelly.

Going out to eat is one of our favorite forms of “entertainment,” but with one son now in college and the other one going next year, we desperately needed to economize. I hatched a plan: cook at home, but make it fancy. By getting my husband on board to hang out and help, cooking at home on a Friday night transformed from an exhausting chore to a fun event.

We listened to music and had some wine while we cooked scallops with asparagus, a splurge for a home meal, but a pittance compared to if we’d eaten out. We made a few adjustments to the recipe, adding mushrooms, garlic, and spinach, and we served it over parmesan polenta. It came out a divine mix of flavors and textures, heavy on the pepper, which somehow gave it an extra special exotic zing.

We’re hermits at heart, so getting to stay home out of the cold was icing on the cake. Hmm, cake…

Even though I’m one of those people who took pictures of my food before it was a thing, I didn’t think to snap one last night. No worries, though. That meal will live on in my memory just fine.

Some ideas for future stay-at-home date nights:

  • Steak Diane for Two (even sounds romantic)
  • Shrimp Scampi (think I’ll go over polenta again; that was so good)
  • Portuguese Stew (I’ve always wanted to make it)
  • Banh Mi Sandwiches (the best sandwich in the world, but I’ve never made one myself)

Do you have stay-at-home date nights? What special dishes should I try?

Update–Bánh Mì: The Best Sandwich in the World (a Second Stay at Home Date Night)


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I might be a replicant

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I am 54 percent likely to be a replicantAfter watching the fascinating film Ex Machina, I fell into a rabbit hole reading about the Turing Test, sidled over to whether the Blade Runner replicant test counted as a Turing Test, and ended up scoring a 54 percent likelihood that I myself am a replicant. It’s a simplistic test, so I wasn’t too fazed. That is, I wasn’t too fazed until my husband scored as more likely to be a human than I.

How can this be? I’ve been calling my husband a pod person since seeing the Invasion of the Body Snatchers creatures’ eerie resemblance to my husband’s maddening lack of empathy that occasionally rears its low-affect head.

I re-took the test with the mindset of answering as I guessed a fully human respondent would answer, and I scored a zero percent chance of being a replicant. That means I am capable of imitating a human better than I am at being one. Thus, I can at least pass the Turing Test. Which is nice.

I next stumbled onto a Bloggess recommendation to check out Dreamscope. Her headline warned: Get ready to waste a good hour.

Yep, at least an hour.

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I lost my pedometer a week ago, and the replacement should be arriving today. It’s time to get off the couch again, to be sure.

At Mardi Gras 2007
Down South in New Orleans

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My 5th Blogoversary, and Love on a Copy Machine

love on a copy machine

Today is my 5th blogoversary.

Five years of blogging! It’s been fulfilling to make connections with people around the world, some drifting into my life and others drifting out as our interests have changed, all documented here in living color. I worked a lot harder at blogging a few years ago, as I toiled at getting my stats up, toyed briefly with monetization, and linked up at various blog parties.

I didn’t write as much in the last year. I thought I was dealing with writer’s block for a long time, and I guess I was, but I also felt like I finished telling the stories I wanted to tell. I’m sure some new ones will come along, and I hope they do, but for right now I don’t want to force it.

I just reviewed my favorite posts from 2015, so on to my favorite funny search terms from the year, along with, well, another one.

Funny search terms

love on a copy machine
how do ladies with a big bust play the bodhran
don’t be a prufrock
farmers drinking beer and goofing off
freaky old man in toga
a crazy man’s brain waves
steps to eat food
bucket of pez

The last one, though, is so peculiar, I couldn’t bring myself to type it, lest I bring on even more bizarre Google juice in the future. You’ll have to settle for a screenshot. What is going on out there, people?

not so funny search term

They didn’t find the answer on my blog, just to be clear.

Stats Attack

My most visited post of the year also became my most visited post of all time:
A Christmas Quest: Solve the Riddles to Find Your Present

It gets a big surge in interest each year as Christmas approaches. I like the idea of little kids searching for gifts on Christmas morning, and that being connected in some small way to my story. And that’s what has been the most special part of blogging to me, making connections.

Stats for A Christmas Quest

P.S. I continued my tradition of illustrating my blog anniversary posts with images purchased from Fiverr.

Previous blog anniversaries

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Year in Review 2015: Just When I Thought I Was Out

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I slowed down with blogging in 2015 and didn’t write a single post for the month of June for the first time since I began in 2011. Just when I thought I was out, I received news that I won a Voices of the Year award and was invited to appear onstage at the #BlogHer15 conference in New York City.

I was filled with intense dread at the prospect, but intense excitement, too, and I knew I had to do it, no matter how much I told myself I couldn’t. After all, I had declared I was timid no more.

Meeting blogging friends in real life and enjoying the conference made me realize I didn’t want to stop blogging. I’ve now settled into a comfortable routine of blogging when I feel like it and not worrying about what or when I should post. That’s how a hobby should feel, of course, but it took me quite a while to get here.

Year in Review: 2015


Blue boats of Essaouira MoroccoTangled Up in Blue

As I shuffle through my travel photos, bits of memories wash over me. Some loom large in my past, while others are only tiny moments, almost forgotten. I listen to music as I remember. When Bob Dylan comes on, I grow tangled up in blue …” (Read more)


“This means that, even in my dreams, I never fly, never even levitate.

“Until now.” (Read more)


Golden RecordFrom Bees to Brain Waves for Aliens: Unconventional Love Letters

“My husband tells his science students this story every Valentine’s Day. Somewhere, sometime, in a galaxy far, far away, will an alien life form decipher Druyan’s feelings long after we’ve all left this mortal coil? As heady as that is to think about, I also think of my husband’s students hearing this story in a sleepy first period classroom and carrying it silently with them until they meet the person who ignites such devotion inside of them.” (Read more)

Planet Trapeze School #littleplanetPlanet Amsterdam and Other Worlds

I asked people to vote for their favorite “little planet.” As of this writing, Planet Trapeze School and Planet Tennis are tied for first place, each earning about 30 percent of the votes. Will someone break the tie? (Read more)


The Hideout Kilcullen IrelandSearching for Dan Donnelly’s Right Arm

“I walked into the pub and tried to act nonchalant, but just how do you bring up that you’re looking for the preserved arm of a bare-knuckle boxer from the 19th century?

“Slowly. That’s how you bring it up.” (Read more)

Make homemade kefirLeave some milk in a dark cupboard to make homemade kefir

“I’ll admit it took a leap of faith to drink it, knowing it had sat at room temperature in the cupboard for a day. People in Eastern Europe, though, have been preserving milk this way for centuries, so who am I to question it?” (Read more)


50 Years of Great Rock50 Years of Great Rock: You Say It’s Your Birthday

“Hop on a 14-minute journey through the history of rock and roll. Starting with the classic rock of the Who in 1965, you’ll hear hard rock, psychedelia, roots rock, Southern rock, funk, punk, new wave, a quick nod to disco, eighties pop, grunge, indie rock, and beyond….” (Read more)

Cuzco plaza at nightThe Middle Ages

A 42-word post told with photos (Read more)


Comfort zone postcard 03 Dancing with the StarsPostcards from Outside Your Comfort Zone {3}: Dancing with the Stars

Send me a postcard to celebrate an achievement, large or small! (Read more)


#BlogHer15, VOTY, recapMy #BlogHer15 Recap as a Timid and Squeamish VOTY Featured Honoree: From Excited to Terrified to Exuberant

“When two men sat down at the table, I embarrassed myself by blurting out, ‘Men!’ as if I had just sighted two lions on the Serengeti. They laughed it off, though, and were used to standing out in this estrogen-filled crowd.” (Read more)

#BlogHer15 Experts Among Us notebookHow to Avoid the Killing of Darlings

“Save snippets like
pulsing hearts,
scraps like
vital bones.” (Read more)


crab10 Things I Learned from Naked and Afraid (and a Perfect Connecticut Afternoon)

“1. After a few awkward minutes, no one will care if you’re naked in the wilderness.

“2. There’s good naked and bad naked. (OK, I learned that one from Seinfeld, but I relearned it from Naked and Afraid.)” (Read more)

 Cry “Havoc!” in a Sleepy Classroom

“My students hadn’t thought twice
about a stab in the back,
or a robe drenched in blood;
video games steeled them
against such violence.” (Read more)


Marcy trapolining blurry proofFrom Trafficgeddon to Trampolining

“I’d vowed never to return to the Big E after my last gridlocked visit, wall to wall elbows while I directed my little boys to look at the just-hatched chicks, or the monster trucks, or the world’s best fried dough. When a religious holiday gave me a day off mid-week, though, I thought I’d give it another try. The whole Eastern seaboard had the same idea.” (Read more)


Marcy long hair Cousin Itt before donate ponytailDonate my ponytail

“I cut off my ponytail, and I am donating it to Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths program, which creates real-hair wigs for cancer patients.” (Read more)


Bushnell Park Carousel in Hartford, CTThe Bushnell Park Carousel, a Delight with Barbecue to Boot

“Oh, to those joyous moments, when you’ve already accepted a lesser perfection. Love bubbles up and spreads and shines.

“The carousel started, a kaleidoscope of sweet, distorted sound, flashes of color and light, and stretching, careening shapes.” (Read more)


Roasted pears with blue cheese over arugulaWhat I Ate on Christmas: Lasagna, Roasted Pears, and Fudgestravaganza

Tennis outside on Christmas day, fudgestravaganza, and the prettiest pears I’ve ever been in the same room with all made for an extra sweet holiday. (Read more)

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Happy New Year!

How has your year gone? Bloggers: Do you put pressure on yourself to post? Feel free to link up a favorite post or a “year in review” in the comments.

Year in Review 2012 Year in Review 2013

Year in Review 2014 Year in Review 2015

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