Archive for June, 2012

england’s green and pleasant land

a day doesn’t go by when i don’t think of england.  like today, when i bought a rainbow luggage strap for my exploding suitcase.  you know, for when i go back.  it just breaks my heart.  anyways, here are some pictures from our visit to westonbirt arboretum.

all of which are better viewed while listening to the hymn “jerusalem.”  so yes, you might as well push the button.

of course, the place would be more romantic in person if you weren’t freezing your buns off.  not that i would let this stand in my way.  one can overcome almost any obstacle with the right wardrobe and a pair of wellies.

the avenue.

and no, i’m not going to tell you about all 18,000 trees.  other than saying, “aren’t they nice?”  (they even make pink ones.)

in this picture you can see the original manor house in the distance, making this a once very righteous, 600 acre back yard.

a better view coming up the drive.  although, sad to say, it’s no longer a residence, but a school for girls.  shame.

personally, i’m all for the unequal distribution of wealth.  a true fan of diversity.

of course, my moral compass has always been skewed in the presence of real estate.  the pyramids weren’t free my friends.  and think how boring egypt would be without them.  (very.)

tart 2.0

kicked tart 1.0′s butt.

but i still can’t see me making these all the time.  granted, the pastry cream and dough refrigerate nicely; so doing the work of one produces two.  i’m just not stirring anything for 13 minutes straight, ever again.  do you know what can happen in 13 minutes while you’re frantically pushing egg yolks about over medium heat?  let’s just say i will be looking into cream cheese/whipped cream options next time.  i actually folded in some fresh whipped cream into the filling here  to make it lighter.  as well as adding a chocolate layer between the filling and the crust, assuring this bad boy will still be going strong come breakfast.

that’s what i’m talking about.  who eats cereal anyways?  also, here is a video of the kids mid-consumption.  it’s nice to have an appreciative, albeit messy, audience.

gah, it’s monday

my sentiments exactly.   here we go.  (by the way, did i mention i have a new tart pan?  and a raspberry patch?)

breakfast:

t.  cereal + greek yogurt and blueberries

w.  earl grey creme black tea + toast + egg cup

thrs.  10 grain cereal + greek yogurt + blueberries

fri.  eggs fried in bell pepper rings + toast

sat.  waffles + peaches

sun.  pancakes + fruit from b.b.

lunch:

t.  tacos!

w.  noodles + cream + nutritional yeast + kale chips

thrs.  red beans + rice+ cotija + cherry tomatoes + garden salad

fri.  m.i.a.

sat.  birthday picnic in the park

sun.  bountiful basket mystery

dinner:

m.  buttermilk kootu + rice

t.  fresh tomato soup + fresh bread + raspberry tart

w.  farfalle with baby spinach, walnuts, and ricotta + roasted green beans with mushrooms, balsamic, and parmesan

thrs.  vegetarian nut loaf + roast tomatoes with bread crumbs and parmesan + salad

fri.  vegetable soup with sriracha, lemongrass, and tofu + baked garlic cilantro fries + salad + blueberry tart

sat. – sun.  b.b. with a side of indian

total = $131

for the record:

10 grain cereal at winco (in the bulk section) is totally edible says this avid despiser of all things mush.  try it.  also, grilled bell pepper rings are delish.  why make an egg any other way?  buttermilk kootu is a definite keeper.  i love anything in a yogurt sauce.  the farfalle with spinach, etc. was perfect.  will make again.  same for the roasted green beans.  yum.  the vegetable soup was an ideal summer soup.  you actually let it cook “off” the heat of all things.  none of this endless simmering.  i would up the sriracha sauce though, for a little more pow.  (you know, when no one was looking.)  and the baked cilantro fries were heavenly.  i am sure you will see those around here some more.  here’s to a good week.

p.s.  i also made a few berry pies and tried out this whole wheat pie crust recipe, which wasn’t half bad.

robes of honor

jael is currently (and more likely, indeterminately) fascinated with weddings.  we use our winco check-out time accordingly.  but i think someday i may have to break down and get her a subscription.  anyways, as we flip through the pages we play a game where we look for dresses with sleeves.  there aren’t any.  seriously.  which got me thinking, what is up with that?  i read somewhere that the strapless wedding gown prevails by 90%.  that is a huge shift in society’s vision of what it means to be a bride.  i did a quick google image search of “vintage wedding photos” and was left with an overwhelming impression of innocence, grace, elegance, modesty, and the high estimation virginity.  in the following search i simply knocked off the word “vintage” and was left with a parade of anorexic street walkers pedaling some form of “haute,” in the remains of what could have been a wedding dress.  there wasn’t anything demure about it.  a totally different vision.

of course, norms change over time.  the question is simply if you’re all set to hop on the pony with them.  because as far as i can tell, they’re heading somewhere ugly.  we often try to coax girls into the “modest is hottest” dress by telling them what they shouldn’t wear and what they can’t have.  but i think that is the wrong tact.  honey, you don’t want what they got.  you’re after something better.

and if you’re not after something better, don’t sweat it.  but for heaven’s sake, if you made the commitment to present yourself as a spotless bride, don’t throw it away it at the altar when you show up in the other team’s half of a uniform.  why should we be coveting the prostitute?  why would we want to throw away our heritage for hers?  do you really think a virgin bride is of no value, or of no consequence?  is she not someone who has been esteemed, written about, dreamed of, and fought for all through history?  isn’t she a picture of christ’s own church?  simply ask yourself, would the bride of christ wear that?  and if she did, would it cheapen her, or lend her honor?  more specifically, what does honor look like?

“honor” being the key word.  know your value.  know that virginity is a priceless thing.  it is hard to find and that millions have sold it for a bowl of pottage.  but this is your birthright, this is your day.  a wedding dress is a robe of honor and a woman of noble character is hard to find.  be glad to be that woman.  show it off.

and if indeed, you are so lucky to be able to walk down the aisle as a pure bride adorned for your husband, glory in it.  that’s what a wedding is for.  go all out.  in a world where virginity is scorned and diminished, on your wedding day you have the chance to stand before hundreds and defend it.  a wedding just isn’t any girl’s right to a party because she finally decides to settle for the guy she’s been sleeping with the last two years.  it’s a celebration of virginity and it’s covenant bestowal.  the dress itself isn’t just cute and expensive, it’s a vestment of glory.  in fact, there isn’t one that is more so.  if all you can see in it, however, is something that sucks you in in the right places and makes you look f-i-n-e, then maybe you haven’t been paying attention.  who cares what we wear anyways?  well, you can easily gauge how important something when you look at how heavily satan has been smacking it around.  and when he has successfully convinced 90% of all blushing brides that the look they’re going for is “fornicator with a side of sultry“…well then i’d say you have yourself a battlefield.  so man up and don the headgear.

break out the veil and the long sleeves that no one has seen since the 1950′s.  and then put on some gloves (just to make sure).  a bride should be well wrapped.  there shouldn’t have been any lifting of the scotch tape around any of the edges.  and when you walk down the aisle, every male in the room shouldn’t be getting a foretaste of what your husband will that night.  instead, they should be respecting the man who gets to unwrap that package.  she belongs to no one else.  and after the wedding, when you go outside for your classy “jump up in the sky” photo, no one should be afraid you’re going to loose a boob.  in this instance, any hatch you can batten down adds to your dignity.  i mean, look at these dresses.  you can’t see a collar bone, much less the better half of fred and ethel.  desire the kind of dress that not many could wear without profound hypocrisy and presumption.  it’s  a hard won right.  not only does it add to your dignity, but it also adds to the dignity of all those who helped and preserved you along the way.  the right dress speaks volumes of virginity, tradition, god, parents, and churches, while the wrong dress….  well it says, “don’t i look cute?  i bet you haven’t seen this much of my back since…well, ever.”  yay.

and i know, doesn’t the poor girl look like she’s sitting there saying, “ugh, this outfit is way too hot.”?  kind of how the queen of england is frequently caught saying, “man, these cullinan diamonds are freakin’ heavy.  what i wouldn’t do for some cubic zirconium right about now.”  um, no.  when you get married put on some clothes.  not only that, be proud to do so.  i can totally understand why the less fastidious – those being married by some vanilla flavored “officient” in some insipid, vaguely spiritual ceremony, after 8 years of co-habitation – feel free to wear whatever they want.  (and whatever you do, don’t try and tell them otherwise.)  but christian girls need to savvy up.  end of story.  immodest wedding couture and it’s attendants, b1 and b2, are not proper attire for religious ceremonies in a house of worship.  just ask emily post.  especially religious ceremonies where the attendee is being paraded down the aisle as a pure virgin, the symbol of christ’s church, and a woman who’s worth is above rubies.  of which, the modern wedding dress is only a parody.  you know, kind of like those smokin’ hot nun get-ups they sell around halloween?  not exactly the same as the real deal.  yet so many girls show up for their big day in the equivalent of their “nun-kini,” all with a straight face.  you’re kidding me, right?

for the record, your wedding not about how hot you are.  it’s about your god, your people, your husband, and your past and continued faithfulness.  most people are hitting about one out of the four.  and that not for long.  so have some dignity.  up the ante and show them how it’s done.

you earned it.  this is your robe of honor.  the other, it’s just a dress.

going down in style

i guess you have to stop sucking your thumb sometime.  i’m used to her filthy bad habits by now, but i suppose everyone else is secretly horrified.  fine.  gel nails anyone?

the nail tech wouldn’t give me the 2 inch claw i wanted (so that jael stabbed herself in the esophagus every time she put her thumb in her mouth, plan a).  but she did paste a lot of rhinestones on it for added deterrence.  we’ll see how she fares.  so far, so good.

i did deposit a little tea tree oil under it for night time.  but i think i may need to milk a skunk for backup.  here goes nothin’.  and ten bucks.

update:  i had her sleep with me last night to monitor her and she did not suck her thumb once, or since.  bwahaha!  mommy strikes again.

dirty camping

i made my obligatory pilgrimage to the “woods” last weekend.  my verdict remains the same; camping is for psychopaths.  not that i’m against nature, i’m just against “camping” in nature.  it defies common sense.  i have a nice kitchen here.  in my house.  my bathroom doesn’t need six different air fresheners, all apparently to no effect.  i have a washing machine. and get this, a water heater.  if you want to go out in nature, that’s great.  grab your hatchet.  or, on the other hand, i guess you could fill up three minivans, two pickup trucks, six coolers, one camper, one trailer, and one kia economy car.  but that would be dumb.  not to mention, horribly inconvenient.  my solution?  don’t send women camping.  send the boys.  as soon as you invite the girls they want to bring stuff.  honey, you already have your stuff.  they already chopped down all the trees and built your house, paved the dirt, and gave you plumbing and wal-mart.  because you didn’t like nature.  remember?

of course, my disenchantment could stem from my habit of camping with 22 people at once.  and i’m not saying it isn’t fun, i’m just saying it provides for bad logistics.  i am sure the happy american family of four might fare better.  and as boring and docile as it sounds, at least it would be manageable.  still, i prefer my solution.  stay home.    i’d gladly hold down the fort and prepare all your dehydrated camping food if it meant i could send you off for a week in the uncharted wilderness to build character and fortitude.  …as opposed to the national park system where you could sustain an artificial and illogical lifestyle based on the inglorious motto, “pack it in, pack it out” – while i do the packing.  besides, it’s garishly expensive.  the gear, the wardrobe, the supplies, the ice, the special food, the fees, the gas, the vacation time – fun is so overrated.  and it’s all just molly coddling.  especially when you bring mom.  yep, next time i’m staying home.  reuben, natalie, boy, and the scromtards can take one change of clothes and some dried beans to the sawtooth mountains and do an overnighter.  it’s called roughing it.  see, they’re more than happy to be dirty, eat crackers, not wash their hair, or be obliged to remember any number of kitchen accouterments.  i am not so easy.  if they didn’t have to bring the women they would have more adventure, build more character, have more fun, encounter more “nature,” and have spent less money doing so.  as far as i’m concerned, our modern equivalent of camping is really no different than getting your kicks at disneyland or roaring springs.  it’s a farce.  the only honest thing left to do is break down and buy an rv.

rant aside, here are the pictures if you didn’t see them already on facebook.  the birthday boy.  he turns eight tomorrow.

i did send gideon on an overnight hike, much to the protest of the grandmas.  what did i tell you?

fishing.  another incomprehensible form of recreation.  i especially like how everything has to be “stocked.”  you let them go so you can catch them again?

tractor papa made sure everyone caught a fish.

i liked how zahara went all p.e.t.a. in this picture.  like she just didn’t try to kill the weenie dog six times in the previous two days.

my favorite.

oh yes, and do you know what else happens when you take women camping?  they wash their hair in the salmon river.  seriously.  (don’t tell.)  i was like, “natalie, the water truck goes by every five minutes to keep dust from getting in the river.  and you go and dump in a bottle of phosphates.”  her response, “well i think my hair looks nice.”   then my mother walks by holding a bottle of shampoo, “you mean i can’t wash my hair in the river?”  i know, like what’s it there for?

shoes happen

okay, so i’m supposed to be putting away camping stuff.  but one of the things my mother sent home with me from the trip was yet another shoe organizer.  and look at that, i filled them both up.  i don’t even buy shoes, how does this happen?  out of the (ahhem) moderate 37 pairs i own, i’ve only bought five.

those would be my danskos (3rd season), chacos (8th season), candy red michael kors, ugly wedges for some necessary occasion, and some all around fabulous black style & co heels that go with everything.  but i just wanted you to know, that unlike my closet indicates,  i’m really not a bad person.  as for the rest of you (you know who you are) you can stop giving me shoes now.  unless, of course, it would be a crime against nature not to.  then i am prepared to sacrifice and make a little more room.

hannibal habbers

the baby was attacked by the appliance dolly yesterday.  i think she was trying to climb it.  anyways it fell over on her and took out a few of her teeth.  she was pinned underneath when mommy and daddy both came running to rescue her.  we picked her out, dusted her off, and then she started spouting blood and teeth.  it was a sad sight.  we just threw her in the minivan and took her down the street to st. al’s.  (i hope living next to the emergency room will not become convenient.)  the good thing is that there isn’t much waiting at the e.r. when you are holding a blood soaked baby in one hand and her teeth in the other.  i was afraid her mouth would have been all cut up.  it was a metal cross plate that hit her in the face, edge first.  fortunately the gash in her gums is not too serious and she didn’t receive any other facial damage.  unfortunately, this is still enough ugly to last her until she is seven.

i had to fish her teeth out in the car.  one was hanging by a thread and interfering with some serious thumb sucking.  anyways, you would have thought this was enough dental trauma and she would have laid off.  but no, what does she do?  she dives head first into the baking cabinet, taking the cap of the olive oil jug right to the gums.

then an hour later she goes head first off the patio swing.  jael asks, “why does the baby keep bonking her face off like that?”  i don’t know.  but her auntie piolet brought her a box of fruit popsicles and made it all better.  hannibal habbers ate three.  and she deserved them.

if only i had my own cow

i’ve been making scones more lately.  they are so easy to squish together and throw into the oven.  it’s just the stick and a half of butter that gets me.  not the eating it.  (i welcome all the poundage i can get in this house.)  it’s the buying it that twinges my conscience.  slightly.

there’s only one solution, i need a cow.  i sooo want to make my own butter and mexican cheese.  i could just throw butter around like some people do “gold n’ soft.”  (and frankly, i won’t let shortening in my house.  i don’t know what’s in that stuff.)

anyways, the hunt is on for the rent-a-cow.  where there is a will, there is a way.  and i will triglycerides.  or a costco membership?

i would like to think that if i were rolling in the butter, perhaps more mornings you would see me making scones in my bathrobe.  especially with those bountiful basket people throwing berries at me like that.

but seriously, if you’ve tried baking scones before and they weren’t up to snuff – don’t give up.  mine aren’t the best either, but at least they’re an easy mess to make, and they keep getting better (and easier) as you go.  if you need some inspiration check pinterest.    where i found these white chocolate raspberry ones.  so much better than cookies.  for the record, i am fast turning into a cookie hater.  sorry.  same with cake.  none of it has anything on scones and pie.  all the way.

what to eat?

leftovers!  i wasn’t going to post anything since we’re leaving town midweek and i have leftovers in my fridge for a change.  but that’s when eating gets interesting, so i’m posting anyways.

lunch: 

m.  leftover black beans over rice with leftover jalapeno lime sour cream, fresh (leftover) salsa, and leftover cabbage salad.   it all sounds very suspicious.  (here is the photo + link to the salsa recipe.  it successfully uses canned tomatoes , so i’m filing it away for winter.  a true find.  p.s.  i would have used my own photo, but i ate it.)

t.  homemade hummus with the leftover garbanzos, tomatoes from the bountiful basket haul, and lettuce from the garden – on pitas.

w.  macaroni noodles with sour cream, butter, and nutritional yeast + kale chips (b.b.) + gingerbread.  we never made gingerbread last week since jael has been on a puking binge.

thrs.  something involving homemade bread.  kids will most likely be gone and i will be fending for myself.

dinner:

m.  leftover hotdogs + leftover smores

t.  roast potatoes and onions, garden salad, and bread.  (protein, who needs it.)

w.  lentils stewed with celery and tomatoes from bountiful baskets + cornbread + acorn squash (b.b.) baked with brown sugar and butter

thrs.  we’re outta here!

and that’s without going to the grocery store, since i’m spending all the money on camping food instead.  btw, the only reason for going camping is eating doughnuts made out deep fried  refrigerated biscuits, drinking mocha chai lattes, and reading books.  i’m not sure why other people go camping.  it’s sure not for the sleeping in or sanitation.  wish me luck.


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