Saturday, September 17, 2011

Brownies

Inspired by my naked sous chef...




http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/05/knock-you-naked-brownies/

*I added a touch of sea salt to the Carmel mixture as I'm can't seem to get enough of the salted Carmel craze. 
 They just came out of the oven. 
My kitchen smells divine.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

HIGH low

High/low a family friendly game that can be played around the dinner table as you share the highs and lows of your day.  During this season of life when dinners are staggered, table manners are being learned, and vocabularies are limited but growing, alone I will play.  Not at the dinner table, but at the computer.  I'm sure if prodded the other three would confirm the following.


HIGH - his little mouth is producing new words each day, making communication with him easier, faster, and more fun.  We love when he surprises us with a new word, and we celebrate his progress.
low - his little mouth continues to produce to the most deafening of screams; screeching in both joy and angst, leaving all in close proximity to cover their ears, contort their face, and long for the (occasional) mute button. I'm not sure the volume of his voice is suitable for apartment living.
HIGH - we are one step closer to the extinction of pacifiers, allowing his beloved papi only when sleeping.
low - we are one step closer to the extinction of pacifiers.
HIGH - his ability to play independently is growing each day, as he learns to tinker with toys, stack blocks, and line up and drive toy trucks, cars, and trains.
low - if by chance a block falls from its carefully crafted tower, or a car finds its way out of line, the little fella falls back in hysterics, kicking feet in air, producing his signature screech.
HIGH - dental care is high on the little man's list of priorities, taking great joy in brushing his pearly whites.
low - any time the hallway bathroom door is left ajar, we find him at the sink, shirt drenched, water pooling at his feet.
HIGH - he is softening to the idea of nursery workers, babysitters, and care takers other than his mama, allowing others to care for his basic needs in my absence.
low(ish) - our little man is growing up




HIGH - preschool has begun, leaving the little lady excited for each new school day, eager to return to her classroom.
low - preschool has begun, leaving the little lady mentally and physically fatigued, on the verge of crying, and without manners or patience once she arrives home.
HIGH - her little mind is sharp remembering details big and small, enhancing her already lengthy tales
low - the details of life and lengthy tales are prolonging her bedtime routine when weary parents are inclined to want alone time. on the couch.  with limited talking.  favorite TV show playing.
HIGH - the little lady is growing in her ability to declothe (seriously pants come off upon entering our apartment) and dress herself.
low - if by chance a shirtsleeve becomes stuck, two legs cram into one pant leg, or she cannot find the second strap of her backpack she refuses help, choosing instead to huff and puff and blow her gasket until the clothing situation is remedied.
HIGH - she is a true songbird. humming and singing all day long, typically songs of worship or original songs with lyrics such as "Charlotte is an angel, angel, angel.  Charlotte is precious, precious, precious."
low - i am unable to video tape each and every song burst, lyric, and melody for they are precious, precious, precious.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My kinda meal

BREAK OUT THE IMMERSION BLENDERS (don't have one? may I suggest you remedy that.), PULL OUT THE POTS, GRAB THAT 4 POUND BAG OF RED POTATOES, AND CRACK OPEN THE BAREFOOT CONTESSA COOKBOOK  (page 77 to be exact, or if you want to make it like I do see modified).  IT'S (ALMOST) FALL, A CHILL IS IN THE AIR, AND IT'S TIME FOR SOUP.

BAREFOOT CONTESSA + SMITTEN KITCHEN = ONE HAPPY MAMA

Blue Cheese or Cheddar Scallion Drop Biscuits
from Smitten Kitchen

Ingredients:
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons sugar
3/4 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
6 Tablespoons (3/4 stick or 3 ounces) cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 1/2 cups crumbled blue cheese or coarsely grated Cheddar
4 scallions, finely chopped
1 cup well-shake buttermilk (or you can make your own by adding 1 Tablespoon lemon juice or vinegar to 1 cup of milk. Allow to sit for 10 minutes or until it begins to curdle.)

Preheat oven to 450 degrees.  Whisk together flour, baking powder, sugar, baking soda, and salt in a bowl.  Then blend in butter with your fingertips until mixture resembles course meal.  Stir in blue or Cheddar cheese and scallions.  Add buttermilk and stir until just combined.

Drop dough in 12 equal mounds about 2 inches apart onto a large buttered baking sheet, or one lined with parchment (I recommend parchment, as cheese oozed out in the most delightful way).  Bake in middle of oven until golden, 16-20 minutes.

Perfection. 
The kids and I test tasted one (and a half) biscuits as they cooled.  It was hard to limit ourselves to just one (and a half).

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Day Two




A season for everything

THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL PROVED TO BE A MIXED BAG OF EMOTIONS FOR OUR FAMILY.  DISBELIEF AND ANTICIPATION FILLED THE HEARTS OF JEFF AND I; THE LITTLE LADY BURSTING WITH ENTHUSIASM AND EXCITEMENT.

I BELIEVE THE LITTLE MAN TOOK IT THE HARDEST AS HE REALIZED THAT SISSY GOING TO SCHOOL MEANT SISSY'S ABSENCE FROM OUR HOME. 


"TAKE ME BACK TO THAT CLASSROOM!"



WITHOUT THE LITTLE LADY FILLING OUR MORNING WITH PLAY IDEAS AND CONTINUOUS CHATTER, THE LITTLE MAN AND I WOULD HAVE TO FIND OUR OWN RHYTHM. 

IN AN EFFORT TO MEND HIS BROKEN HEART, WE SET OFF FOR THE GROCERY STORE FOR A FEW ESSENTIALS AND A VANILLA GLAZED DONUT, FOLLOWED BY A WALK THROUGH A NATURE PATH I HAVE BEEN EYEING SINCE OUR ARRIVAL IN SHAKER.  (I'm hoping to return to the land of physical activity, and hoping the little man will oblige.)


THE LITTLE MAN CLEARLY NOT PAST HIS RESENTMENT OF THE MORNING'S ACTIVITIES.



WITH A WOODED PATH BEFORE US, I EMBRACED THE POSSIBILITY OF NEW ROUTINES, TIME ALONE WITH MY LITTLE MAN, AND THIS NEW SEASON OF LIFE THAT IS UNFOLDING BEFORE ME.


AS I MOVED FORWARD I BECAME CAPTIVATED BY THE BEAUTIFUL AND SPRAWLING LANDSCAPE BEFORE ME,  SLOWING OFTEN TO CAPTURE AN IMAGE, A REMINDER THAT CHANGE IS ALL AROUND.  AND AS THE SUN BROKE THROUGH THE TREETOPS HIGHLIGHTING BRANCHES, BLADES OF GRASS, AND PETALS HEAVY WITH DEW MY EYES AND HEART OPENED TO RECEIVE ALL THAT IS GOOD.  WITH WORDS OF GRATITUDE I SURGED FORWARD (STOPPING ONLY WHEN THE LITTLE MAN'S SQUAWKS BECAME TOO LOUD TO IGNORE.)











Monday, September 12, 2011

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words - Celebratory cone



So it begins...

I FOUND MYSELF LYING AWAKE AT 4am THIS MORNING.  TODAY OUR LITTLE LADY WOULD BEGIN PRESCHOOL.  IN TRUE FORMER-PRESCHOOL-TEACHER-TURNED-STAY-AT-HOME-MOMMY FASHION, I BEGAN OBSESSING OVER THE LITTLE DETAILS OF HER DAY.  WOULD THE OUTFIT SHE PICKED OUT TO WEAR (DENIM SKIRT, T-SHIRT AND KNEE HIGH STOCKINGS) BE SUITABLE FOR THE DAY'S ACTIVITIES?  WOULD SHE BE ABLE TO PULL HER SKIRT DOWN (OR UP) IN ORDER TO USE THE RESTROOM WITHOUT BECOMING FRUSTRATED?  WOULD HER DENIM SKIRT PREVENT HER FROM USING THE PLAYGROUND EQUIPMENT?  ALL SILLY LITTLE SCENARIOS THAT I HAD EXPERIENCED WHEN IT WAS I WHO WAS THE TEACHER, RESPONSIBLE FOR A DOZEN ACTIVE AND EAGER PRESCHOOLERS.  IT JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU, YOU CAN TAKE THE TEACHER OUT OF THE CLASSROOM, BUT FOREVER THE CLASSROOM WILL REMAIN IN HER HEART.


OUR SLEEPING BEAUTY WAS THE LAST TO WAKE THIS MORNING, STIRRING AT 7:45, UNUSUALLY LATE.  WAKING IN FINE SPIRITS, SHE QUICKLY ANNOUNCED, "I'M GOING TO SCHOOL TODAY" AS I PLUCKED HER FROM HER ROOM.  SHE MADE HER WAY TO THE COUCH, ARMS FULL OF WELL-LOVED BLANKIES AND "SCRATCHY BEAR" TO RECEIVE HER MORNING CUP OF MILK, A RITUAL SHE MAY ATTEMPT TO KEEP UNTIL AGE 18.


ONCE SHE FINISHED HER MILK AND PROGRAM OF CHOICE, SHE RECEIVE HER FIRST OF TWO VERY IMPORTANT PHONE CALLS.

"I'M GOING TO SCHOOL TODAY, DADDY!"



BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS - PANCAKES WITH SPRINKLES



A COUPLE OF BITES INTO HER MEAL, SHE RECEIVED HER SECOND CALL.

"I'M GOING TO SCHOOL TODAY, NANY!"



SAD TO MISS OUT ON THE MORNING'S EVENTS, DADDY LEFT A SWEET NOTE OF ENCOURAGEMENT FOR HER TO DISCOVER.



SHARING IN HER EXCITEMENT, I WAS EAGER TO CAPTURE WHAT I'M SURE WILL BECOME A FAVORITE PICTURE OF MINE FOR YEARS TO COME. 



HELLO CAROL NURSERY SCHOOL!



OUTSIDE HER CLASSROOM, WE PAUSED FOR ONE MORE PICTURE.  AND, AS SHE FLASHED HER PEARLY WHITES, MY EYES FILLED WITH TEARS.  HOW DO WE ARRIVE AT THIS PRECIOUS MOMENTS IN LIFE SO QUICKLY? 



THE LITTLE LADY ENTERED HER ROOM, HUNG UP HER BACKPACK AND NEVER LOOKED BACK. I SOUGHT HER OUT FOR ONE LAST KISS, AND ESCORTED HER ANGRY BROTHER OUT THE DOOR. HE WAS NOT PLEASED TO BE LEAVING HIS SISTER BEHIND.




AT 11:45 ON THE DOT, HER CLASSROOM DOOR OPENED.  ONE BY ONE, PROUD THREE-YEAR-OLDS EMERGED, EYES SEARCHING FOR THEIR MOMMIES WHO WAITED WITH ENCOURAGING SMILES, OPEN ARMS, AND ANTICIPATION.  OUR LITTLE LADY FEEL INTO MY ARMS SMILING AND TIRED.  SHE RECEIVED A WONDERFUL REPORT,  HANDLING HER FIRST DAY "LIKE A PRO."  WE FOLLOWED HER AS SHE CONFIDENTLY LED US THROUGH THE HALLWAYS AND OUT TO THE VAN.  IT WAS THERE THAT OUR WEARY LITTLE PRESCHOOLER LOST IT, REMINDING ME JUST HOW BIG OF A CHANGE THIS WILL PROVE TO BE (FOR US ALL).  AS SHE CRIED HER WAY HOME WITH SIGHS AND YAWNS OF EXHAUSTION, I COULD NOT HELP BUT SMILE KNOWING SHE HAD HELD IT TOGETHER FOR 2 1/2 HOURS, SO AS TO PLEASE HER TEACHERS AND PROVE HER INDEPENDENCE. 

I FOUND IT FITTING THAT OUTSIDE HER CLASSROOM, THE NAMES OF HER CLASSMATES WERE WRITTEN ON NUTS.
AS FOR OUR LITTLE PEANUT, I KNOW THIS YEAR WILL BRING GROWTH, MATURATION, NEW RESPONSIBILITIES, NEW FRIENDSHIPS, EXCITING ADVENTURES, AND PROVIDE US WITH COUNTLESS MEMORIES TO CHERISH.




 
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