I Remember.

10 years.  Really?  Because I remember everything like it was yesterday.  Every.  Disturbing.  Detail.  Burned into my psyche, like a bad tattoo.  I did not have to be anywhere near Ground Zero to experience the reverberations of my country’s greatest tragedy.  It changed me.  It changed the world.  It changed everything.

10 years ago, I was still in college, newly engaged to my now-husband, and living in downtown Minneapolis.  I was fighting a nasty flu bug and made the decision to skip class and sleep in that morning.  Given my illness, I could have slept all day, but instead I awoke to a phone call from my fiance.  He was in between classes and told me to turn on the tv.  He wasn’t sure what was going on, but everyone was talking about something horrible in New York City.  I turned on the news just in time to witness the South Tower collapse live on tv.

The whole thing was so very disconcerting.  Nobody seemed to know for sure what was happening, but we all knew it was bad.  Very bad.  My tv was on all day every day for days on end.  I couldn’t stop watching.  I couldn’t turn away.  It didn’t seem real. 

I remember sitting in the urgent care waiting room later that day, still sick, watching the non-stop live media coverage.  My stomach was already churning, but my condition was exacerbated by the horror laid out before me on the screen.  I wanted to vomit.  I wanted to cry.  I wanted my mother.

I remember sitting with my fiance on the grand stair steps leading up to my university library in the middle of the city and gazing up into the empty sky. On any normal day, it would have been dotted with planes streaking across the wide, blue expanse. But suddenly “normal” didn’t exist anymore. To this day, that eerie sky remains one of my most haunting memories.

I remember wanting nothing more than to be home with my family and all the people I loved, just to hold them close. The future seemed so terribly uncertain.  Suddenly, I no longer had a desire to travel to Hawaii for my honeymoon.  I just wanted to be safe and riding on airplane didn’t seem that it would ever be safe anymore. I wasn’t even sure I would see my wedding day.  What was next?  When was round two?  Would we be annhilated by nuclear warfare by the time June rolled around?  I wanted out of the city.

I remember the confusion.  All of my life I had been taught to love your enemies and pray for the people who persecute you.  And I tried.  I really tried.  At one point, not long after the attacks, I carefully clipped a small picture of Osama bin Laden from a Time magazine and placed it in my Bible.  I looked into his eyes for a long time, searching for some sort of reasoning there.  (How could you do this?)  I prayed for him.  I prayed for the victims.  I prayed for their families.  I admit it seems a strange gesture now, but at the time, I was just trying to make sense of it all.

I remember the fresh sense of patriotism that welled up in all of us.  Americans standing united under God.  No one could break our spirit.  Nothing could stop us.  We were unbreakable.  Flags seemed to wave more proudly, our anthem sung more valiantly, and our heads held more highly than before. 

And before we knew it… 10 years.

So as I commemorate this day, I remember the victims and their families.  I pray for enduring peace and love that transcends all.  I pray for unending joy and bright futures.  And I pray for freedom. 

I remember.

“He heals the heartbroken
and bandages their wounds.
 He counts the stars
and assigns each a name.
Our Lord is great, with limitless strength;
we’ll never comprehend what he knows and does.
God puts the fallen on their feet again
and pushes the wicked into the ditch.”

Psalms 147.3-6 (The Message)

Simple Pleasures.

“Welcome home, dear Friday!  My, how I’ve missed you.”

Life happens.  Sometimes it’s good.  Sometimes a little less than good.  It has been an odd week full of unexpected circumstances that have driven me to a great deal of reflection.  And furthermore, I am replete with exhaustion.

However, amid the bedlam, I count the smiles:

1.  My sweet little darling (who is barely 2) was positively beside herself when she discovered “robots” near the doorway of the grocery store and carried on a whole conversation with the red one.  They were actually an army of newspaper vending machines, but upon a second glance, I could actually see how she arrived at that conclusion.  Wow.  Perspective changes everything.

2.  I finally convinced my daughters to give away their monstrous Barbie castle.  (This is probably my greatest achievement of the whole year.)

3.  My husband begged and pleaded with me to let him buy more coffee to replace the awful coffee I bought last week.  My frugal side finally gave in and I was pleasantly surprised when he brought home Cameron’s Chocolate Caramel Brownie coffee!!!  SUPER AMAZING!

(Back story:  I decided to give Seattle’s Best another whirl since they changed their packaging.  I’m not sure what kind of logic would suggest that a prettier bag could work that kind of magic on coffee, but alas it was all for naught.  Still not impressed.)

Ordinarily, I’m not a microwave-y sort of person, but this easy treat is definitely worth breaking with my traditions.  Everyone deserves chocolate once in awhile and so I leave you with this…

5 Minute Chocolate Mug Cake

4 T. flour
4 T. sugar
2 T. cocoa
1 egg
3 T. milk
3 T. oil
3 T. chocolate chips (optional)
Splash of vanilla
1 large coffee mug

1. Add dry ingredients to mug and mix well.

2. Add egg and mix thoroughly.

3. Pour in milk and oil and mix well.

4. Add chocolate chips and vanilla and mix.

5. Place mug in microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts (high).
   (Cake will rise over top of mug)

6. Cool. Tip onto plate. Frost, if desired, sprinkle with powdered sugar, or drizzle with powdered sugar icing.

“Hello weekend! Let’s be friends.”

This recipe and others are available on my Recipes page.

Turn your back on sin; do something good.
Embrace peace—don’t let it get away!”

Psalm 34.14 (The Message)

A-Tisket, A-Tasket.


“…A green and yellow basket.

I wrote a letter to my love,
And on the way I dropped it.”

I am prone to wonder, what exactly is “a-tisket, a-tasket?”  What do they do and where would I find them?  I am certain these answers will not easily be found at the bottom of my coffee cup.  Of course, it wouldn’t hurt to try, but I digress…

I am particularly interested in the mention of “green and yellow,”  colors I happen to be rather fond of.  I find it pleasantly fitting that today also happens to be the NFL season-opener for my precious Green Bay Packers!!!

There is hardly anything better than football in the fall… except for maybe coffee

With three lovely daughters and a smokin’ hot wife, my dear husband is completely besieged by estrogen about 94% of the time.  I’ll admit there are days it must be pretty hard to be male around here, what with all the tea parties and the princess movies and the pink.   However… I must remind my hubby that it could be much worse.  God saw fit to give him a wife that is possibly even more fanatical about football than he is.  Our favorite family activity is watching football together, and yes, we have been known to rearrange our schedule for a football game or two.

When it comes to watching the game, my hubby insists on what we like to affectionately call, “football food.”  (I know.  Brilliant title.)

Tonight’s season opener demands something extra-specially good.  So what’s on the menu? 

Garlic-Toasted Subs

Italian or French bread  (We like Italian because it’s softer.)
Butter
Garlic salt
Italian seasoning
Black Pepper
Turkey, sliced for sandwiches
Italian blend of cheese, shredded or sliced Provolone cheese
Onion, sliced
Black olives
Tomatoes, sliced
Lettuce or Spinach

1.  Slice bread in half, as for making sub sandwiches.  Spread each with butter.  Sprinkle with garlic salt, Italian seasoning and black pepper, to taste.  Bake in a 400 degree oven for about 3 minutes.  Remove from oven.

2.  Top one side with sliced turkey.  On the other side, add in the order listed:  Shredded Italian blend cheese, onion, and black olives.  Bake for about 5 minutes more or until hot and cheese is melted.  Add tomato and lettuce or spinach and voila!!!  Better than Subway. 

We like to serve up these sandwiches with a bowl of fresh fruit and carrot sticks.

Now go enjoy the game… but don’t forget the coffee! 

Finding Fall.

Fall.  I love everything about it.  Everything.  The colors.  The crisp air.  The football.  I know that for all technical purposes fall has not yet arrived, but given the brisk morning temps so far this week, who could tell?

I love the palpable sense of change in the air of a cool autumn morning.  Pregnant with hope. Knowing that all things will soon grind to a halt, lying dormant for the duration of the chill, with the security of springing to life in due season. 

I love wrapping myself in a warm sweater and frolicking with my girls in the legions of leaves lowered by my beloved trees.  I love coming home to the aroma of a simmering crock pot and relishing every warm, inviting bite.  I love settling in with my sweetheart on a cool, dark night and reading a book together by the soft light of the living room lamp. 

I.  Adore.  Fall.

These autumnal conditions have also left me craving one of my mother’s most enduring confectionary creations:  Harvest Bars.

Harvest Bars
4 eggs
2 c. pumpkin
2 tsp. baking powder
2 c. sugar
2 c. flour
½ c. chopped English walnuts (optional)
1 c. oil
1 tsp. baking soda
¼ tsp. salt
1 tsp. cinnamon (heaping)

1. Beat eggs slightly. Add all remaining ingredients. Beat until well-mixed.

2. Spread in 13 x 9 cake pan (greased). Bake at 350 degrees for 25 – 30 minutes. Let cool. Ice with vanilla butter cream frosting. Top with nuts.

So go ahead.  Pour another cup of coffee and enjoy a warm slice of heaven, reveling in the changes to come.

“O my soul, bless God! God, my God, how great you are!
beautifully, gloriously robed,
Dressed up in sunshine,
and all heaven stretched out for your tent.
You built your palace on the ocean deeps,
made a chariot out of clouds and took off on wind-wings.”

Psalm 104.1-3 (The Message)

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Super Secrets.

Housework is one of those things you do that nobody notices until you don’t do it.  The truth is I don’t mind it all that much.  However, keeping up with my mischievous 2-year-old on cleaning day (or any day, for that matter) can be a downright rat race.

Usually, by the time the dishes are done in the kitchen, my toddler has relocated the contents of the medicine cabinet to the bathroom floor.  Once that is back in order, I hear giggling in the wash room.  I rush in to discover dirty laundry littering the expanse of the floor and my sweet girl hiding in the hamper.  As I toss the last sock into the washer… more giggling.  Not good.  My adorable little rugrat has just emptied an entire bottle of Italian dressing onto the floor.  And we are back in the kitchen.  Right where I started.  *sigh*  What’s a girl to do?  (Coffee comes to mind… strong coffee…)

Most days, I find myself wishing for a red cape, sparkly tights, and the ability to freeze time.  And since that doesn’t seem to be very likely, I settle for the next best thing:  My All-Purpose Vinegar Cleaning Solution, also known as my super secret weapon.

Mix 8 oz. warm water with 8 oz. white vinegar into a spray bottle.

It’s truly a triple threat:

1.  Absurdly cheap.  (A gallon of white vinegar is less than $2.)
2.  Completely safe and all-natural.  (One thing I don’t have to worry about my precocious toddler ingesting.)
3.  Works like heck.  (Even my mom was impressed at how well it removed stubborn, cooked-on food from my stove top.)

The vinegar has disinfecting properties and makes odors disappear.  Once the cleaning solution dries, there is no trace of a vinegar smell.

I use this solution for everything, especially in the kitchen and the bathroom.  I keep a bottle in both places for convenience.  For tough jobs, let the spray work for a few minutes first and then the dirt will usually wipe clean.

For extra cleaning power, you can sprinkle a little baking soda to scour surfaces, too.  Works like Comet… only better!

Attention dirt and grime everywhere: Prepare to be annihilated.  Consider yourself warned.

Everybody should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another coffee…

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Sweet celebration.

Labor Day.  A recognition of those who labor… by not working.  A day off for most, unless you are mom in which case there will never truly be a day off. 

Sophia Loren once said, “When you are a mother you are never really alone in your thoughts.  A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.” 

Applying my super math skills, I suppose that means I must think in quadruple.  Once each for me and my three little girls.  Now that is labor.  No wonder my life requires such profuse amounts of coffee! 

(Yesterday, I woke up late, skipped my coffee and consequently caught myself applying lip gloss to my lashes.  True story.  Whose bright idea was it to make the lip gloss tube so strikingly simliar to the mascara anyway???)

So let’s do something easy.  Something non-laborious in honor of this beautiful Labor Day.  (And since it’s officially a holiday we won’t bother to count calories either!)

My girls will be squealing with delight when they smell this delicious treat coming from the kitchen!  It’s a favorite at our house and so easy, I could not mess it up even without a cup of coffee.

Bread Machine Cinnamon Bread

1 c. water
2 T. butter or margarine, softened
3 c. flour
3 T. sugar
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1 1/2 tsp. bread machine yeast
3/4 c. raisins (optional)

1.  Measure carefully, placing all ingredients except raisins in bread machine pan in the order recommended by the manufacturer.  (Add raisins at the Raisin/Nut signal or 5-10 minutes before last kneading cycle ends.)

2.  Select Sweet or Basic/White cycle.  Use Medium or Light color.  Remove baked bread from pan and cool on wire rack.

Bonus Tip:  After baking, drizzle warm bread with a simple powdered sugar glaze (1 1/2 c. powdered sugar + 2 T. water or milk). Let cool. Tastes just like a glazed cinnamon twist from the bakery!

Makes 1 loaf (1 1/2 lb) 12 slices

NOTE:  You can download a printable copy of this recipe by visiting the “Recipes” tab at the top of the page.  (I am working on uploading all my recipes previously posted in this format so check back often for new ideas!)

Laundry Quandry.

Laundry day.  *sigh*  Best described as bittersweet.  There is hardly anything better than the faint scent of a fresh pile of warm laundry…

however

It is never ever one pile.  It’s a plethora of piles.  Mountains, really.  (I am uniquely blessed with three vivacious princesses who love to play like strapping boys in the dirt.) And just when I think I am through, I discover Abi has emptied a whole tube of lavendar-scented lotion all over my bed.  MY bed.  (Please, tell me I am not the only mother this sort of thing happens to.)  *sigh*  So, if anyone needs me, I’ll be in the wash room up to my neck in bedding.

Someday… I will miss this. 

Many moons ago, I wrote this bit of rhyme and stumbled upon it rather recently.  And it still rings true.  More.  Than.  Ever.

The Prodigal Sock

Everyone knows this story I tell,
The one that brings grief and weeping as well.

It starts with the day you find nothing to wear,
And you’ll never do this again so you swear.

“Surely there must be a way to get by,
Without doing all of this laundry,” you sigh.

You put in your colors and then all your whites,
You add the detergent and squeal with delight.

The thrill of a clean pile of clothes makes you smile,
But something is terribly wrong all the while.

You sit and you wait for your laundry all night,
It’s not ’til later that you see your plight.

The washer and dryer have plotted before,
This time’s the same as you open the door.

The dryer waits silent as you sort the heap,
And folding your clothes, you sheepishly weep.

You go through two times, just to make sure,
But you should have known that this would occur.

It’s missing again and ne’er to be found,
It’s not still inside and not on the ground.

They did it again, those horrible gadgets,
Someone must break them of their awful habits.

It’s your favorite sock, the cause for dispute,
The one with the stripes, the one that is cute!

I guess they got hungry and swallowed their treat,
Your yellow-orange sock, for your little pink feet.

So when you do laundry, remember this talk,
Life carries on with the Prodigal Sock.

Don’t forget the coffee…

Hungry & Imperfect.

My most cherished of books is anything written by Jan Karon… and I proudly own them all.  In the last book of her Mitford series, Light From Heaven, one of her main characters uses this description to describe the members of their beloved country chapel: 

Hungry & Imperfect.

Two small, potent words.  As I encounter this Monday, I wish to be just that.

Hungry & Imperfect.

Hungry.  Hungry for life and all of its offerings.  Hungry for things that are much larger than myself.  Hungry for the thrill of a fresh week, busy as it may be.

And…

Imperfect.  Taking twice as long to bake cookies, because my sweet little Sadie wants to measure and mix to her little heart’s content.  Sporting my oh-so-fashionable “makeover” from darling Anna, which will inevitably mean reapplying my makeup before going out later.  Delaying bedtime for dear Abigail ten minutes more so we can sing “Baby Bumblee” one last time.

Perfection.  Is.  Overrated.

As much as I depend on my routine to run things around here, I often crave the lack of it even more.

There may be tears (Apparently, 7-year-olds are not too young for girlfriend drama)…  and there may be questions (Okay, tell me again how your stuffed cat named Margaret is a… boy?)…  and there may be surprises (Exactly how did the heart-shaped cookie cutter end up in Daddy’s sock drawer?).

But it will be beautiful and it will be life meant to be lived.  So here’s to another week brimming with adventure, smiles, and challenges! 

The coffee is hot and my cup is full.

 

“I’m ready, God, so ready,
ready from head to toe.
Ready to sing,
ready to raise a God-song:
“Wake, soul! Wake, lute!
Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”

Psalm 108:1-2 (The Message)

Good News.

Several weeks ago, I read an article on CNN telling me I would soon be paying more for my coffee.  Boo. 

Today, I read an article on CNN telling me I will soon be paying less.  I sincerely hope the latter is true. 

Regardless, you simply cannot put a price on good coffee. 

“Coffee smells like freshly ground heaven.” ~Jessi Lane Adams

Lunch Much?

First day of school. 

Which also means time for creative lunch ideas.  I imagine that lots of kiddos are like mine with their ever-changing palates and tastes.  On Monday, good ol’ PB&J reigns supreme, but by Wednesday it’s so last year. 

Sandwiches don’t usually cut it around here. 

So what’s a mom to do?  Get clever.

Coffee ingested.
Mental faculties primed.
Creativity sequence initiated.
All systems go…

Investing in good divided lunch containers that fit in my girls’ lunch boxes has infinitely expanded our lunch options. 

(Note:  Some of these suggestions do include peanut butter and I know, I know… a lot of schools have varying policies on this now.  We love our PB around here, so always check out your school rules first.) 

DIY Lunchables
My girls are always begging me for the pre-packaged Lunchables.  They are usually expensive, not to mention highly processed and full of sodium.  It’s super easy (and less expensive) to put together your own version.  I include lean meat (like chicken or turkey), my girls’ favorite cheeses and whole grain crackers.  For a fun twist, I sometimes include mozzarella or provolone with low-fat turkey pepperoni.  (If using a single divided lunch container, be sure to place crackers in a zipper baggie to keep them fresh.)

Think Outside of the Bread Box
It is easy to think about a sandwich and conjure up an image of various goodies between two slices of bread.  But stuff the same old boring ingredients into one of these alternatives to reinvent it:

Whole grain tortilla (rolled up like a wrap)
Pita Bread
Croissant
Mini bagel
Whole grain hamburger bun
Flatbread rounds (like Arnold’s Sandwich Thins… like a bun… but flatter)

This trick works for almost anything, PB& J, tuna, deli meat, chicken salad, etc. 

We especially like to spruce up the PB&J by substituting honey for jelly and adding banana slices and chocolate chips.  Yum!  (We use natural peanut butter without the extra sugar so I don’t feel too guilty about adding in the sweet stuff.)

Fruit & Cheese Platter
Sometimes, my kids are just downright finicky about their meat.  And most days, I’d rather pick my battles and save the scuffle for something that really matters.  So cheese is always a great alternative.  Pair protein with fruit and I’ve got a pretty good thing going.  Cube or slice the cheese and include various fruits like melon, blueberries, strawberries, or grapes.  Apple slices are great for dipping in peanut butter!  Include whole-grain crackers and the meal is complete.  For another fun twist, cut bamboo skewers to a size that will fit in the lunchbox and make fruit & cheese kabobs!

Pasta, Please
A good cold pasta salad is always a hit for my sweet girls!  I like to use the garden rotini or Wacky Mac for the pasta because the colors and shapes make it interesting for the kids.  Toss with lots of veggies like shredded carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, black olives and grape tomatoes.  Add grated parmesan cheese or shredded cheddar, a lean meat (like grilled chicken) and toss with a light dressing (we like to use Zesty Italian or Tuscan House Italian from Kraft). 

“Lettuce” Eat!
My girls are almost always good for a crisp salad.  Start with dark greens and add shredded cheese, lean meat, chopped hard-boiled egg, shredded carrots, and grape tomatoes.  Pack dressing in a small separate container and add just before eating to keep salad fresh.

Sumptuous Sides
Most of these things are available singly packaged, but I like to save money by packaging them myself in small reusable containers.

Fruit cups (no sugar added)
Applesauce in various flavors (no sugar added)
Nuts or seeds (if allergy appropriate)
Raw veggies (like carrot sticks, sugar snap peas or celery)
Fruit (apple, banana, peach, plum, etc.)
Cheese sticks (available in lots of varieties)
Yogurt

Drink Dilemma
Personally, I think it’s pretty hard to beat water.  After all, it makes up more than 70% of our bodies and most of us don’t drink nearly enough of it.  I use a reusable water bottle and fill it with filtered water from home.  But on occasion, I include one of these:

Juice box (100%, of course)
Aseptic milk carton like Horizon Organic (like a juice box and shelf stable so it requires no refrigeration until after opening)

Fun Factor
Let’s face it.  Kids like to play with their food. (Alright, who am I kidding?  I still like to play with my own food!)  Include dips and dressings for dunking.  Pack things they can stack and mix themselves.  Use cookie cutters to cut fun shapes (cheese, sandwiches, fruit, etc.) 

Taming the Temp
Always, always, always include an ice pack in the lunch box.

There have been recent news reports that 99% (and that’s not a typo) of school lunches are not kept appropriately cold enough to be safe to eat by lunchtime. (I will admit that I was somewhat shocked to hear that a startling amount of parents do not include an ice pack and expect an insulated lunch bag to do the job on it’s own. Yikes.) 

So there you have it.  Class is dismissed.  Enjoy!

And to appease everyone who is thinking… don’t you homeschool???  The short answer is “yes,” however my girls “brown bag” it once a week to meet with their supervising teacher, while mommy sips her coffee in the peace and quiet I am afforded once (and if I’m lucky, twice) each week.