Sunday, August 28, 2011

Reading Resolution




I'm currently reading:
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
Mere Christianity by CS Lewis
Love Wins by Rob Bell

21 month old son is reading:
The collected Thomas the Tank Engine Stories by the Rew W Aubry

Husby is reading:
Mere Christianity by CS Lewis 
Clash of Kings George RR Martin

Last book(s) I enjoyed:
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Three authors I love:
Jane Austen, Kazuo Ishiguro, Alexandre Dumas

Three books I love:
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susannah Clarke
Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Tragedy in Maine

I inherited a love of mugs from my mother. It probably has something to do with the vast quantities of tea we drink, but I have always had far many more mugs than an ordinary person should ever need. Lately we've been thinning down the stock, as we have far too much stuff in general, but still there is an abundance.

There are the Portmeirion mugs that go with my collection and are used from Thanksgiving till we get sick of the snow outside.
There are the eclectics, mostly from the Disney store or vacation. I use the Disney most often, Big Brown and Whitehouse are for lazy scrapbook kind of days.
There are the big mugs. These used to be reserved for cocoa until I discovered it was better in an 8oz mug. Now they pretty much just sit there looking pretty. I just can't get rid of them though, too many memories.
Then there is my favourite mug, Husby's favourite mug, the ultimate mug. When I came to college in Maine back in 2000, one of the first things I did was buy a kettle. Then on a jaunt down to Starbucks, such a novelty at the time, I came across this wonderful glass mug. Frosted with clear leaves and a Walt Whitman quote, "Every Leaf a Miracle." This was the only mug I had in my semester in Maine.
I loved it. It was warm and homey and came to mean a great deal to me. It signified the afternoon cup of tea with not-quite-husby, it was a link to home, it kept me warm on snowy days. Then when I left Maine I left the mug with not-quite-husby as a piece of me. For the three years we were apart, he attempted to make his own tea with it. Relishing each time he used it as a connection to me so far away. Now we use it infrequently, it's special. One one of us has a birthday or a particularly bad day out comes the mug. It helps as an apology, to show how much love we still share. It helps as a reminder, that though we are parents now, we are still us.

Last night I was making tea in it so we could snuggle up on the couch during a pretty stressful week. I put the spoon of sugar in, left the spoon in and poured in the boiling water. Well the boiling water hit the metal spoon which was in full contact with the glass, and the mug shattered. Hot not-quite-tea began pouring from it's base. Now I'm sure I must have made tea in this mug, in this way before. In fact, a co-worker shattered a mug in a similar way and I remember thinking how thick our glass must be to withstand that. Yet there it was shattered. It was just it's time I guess.

I don't think we can fix it, but I don't think we can throw it away either. What would you do? It was sad, but you know what, it's just a mug, and the love we share goes much deeper than a symbolic memory.

Having said that, if anyone comes across one in a yard sale, Starbucks circa 2000, I would be most appreciative :-)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

My Baby done gone

This is my Baby:
My Baby will be two next month
He carries his Panda Bear with him everywhere, he snuggles in my lap at bedtime while I sing to him, he repeats everything you say even when you don't want him to. This is my baby.

...

This is my little boy, my son, my little dude. On Sunday while I was taking a nap, the long overdue haircut took place and when I woke up he had grown up somewhat.
I love his haircut, I really do. Husby did a great job. But oh the flowing locks are gone! 

 Two next month, a sibling in February, my how the time has flown.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Zuchinni Explosion

What to do with an over abundance of Zuchinni?
Roast it with a nice joint of Pork for starters.
We've had it grilled, sauteed, roasted and pureed in soup form. Next up is probably stuffed. Mostly it has gone off waiting to be cooked, or has been shared with friends.


In other garden news we have too many tomatoes, a lot of stunted/non-existent cauliflowers, a lot of cucumber and peppers just about to change colour. Next year I am giving up on Cauliflower, two years of failure is enough to put me off.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Oh those silly chickens

Adventures in chicken land continue. Since they were behaving so well, we've been letting them out all day long. The problem is that they stopped laying in the nesting box and we couldn't find where they had decided to do it. Well then husby was emptying the kiddy pool into the bushes and look what he saw:
Quite the little nest egg put aside, 14 of them to be precise.
Pretty gross and then they have been sat out in the heat for two weeks. We tried floating them but that test came back that they were all still good. Cracking them open seemed to show they'd gone off. So in the end we threw them all away. Such a shame, and then she decided that a predator had made off with them and started laying somewhere else again.
The size difference is uncanny, not sure if it's the same chicken or the baby girl's first attempt at an egg.
Well then this Thursday they decided to play a joke on me, they crossed the road! Quite illegal in our small town, so now they are in confinement and coop bound until they learn to behave. They're pretty mad at us right now but she's laying in the nesting box again. Just a shame that since the coop upgrade, after the last fox attack, we can't really get into the darn thing anymore. Ah well Coop 2 is in our future thanks to a friend and some free cedar decking.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Traditional hiking food.

We like to hike. We have been on several with Toby this year, but gentle ones. We realised very quickly that the backpack we have from LL Bean for a child is really not as comfortable once that child passes the thirty pound mark.One of the hikes that Husby, and sometimes I try to do every year, is the Paul Perry hike. Paul was a friend of Husby's Uncle, a Massachusetts State Trooper who died over a decade ago whilst on duty. Every year about 50 or 60 get together and hike Mt Washington, this is where Paul's ashes were scattered. I've only ever made it halfway, it's an intimidating mountain. We took Toby last year and made it about half a mile to the waterfall, then Husby summited while Toby and I hiked back down. This year I couldn't make it, morning sickness did not make me want to put a pack on my back, so Toby and I stayed home. 

There is another tradition with this hike, I make Scotch Eggs. An English(?) delicacy from my childhood, they are the perfect protein punch for a long hike. They are pretty heavy, but as you eat them your pack loses weight which is nice. They also  take up very  little space depending on how many you want to carry! You will need half a dozen boiled eggs, two packs of sausage meat, and breadcrumbs.


Each pack of sausage can yield up to five Scotch eggs. For the first few years I only managed to get three from each as I was wary of not having enough sausage covering. Experience will allow you to stretch the meat more, so adjust your egg quantity accordingly. Also, always boil more eggs than you need, split eggs don't work well.

Tear of a handful of sausage meat and place the egg in the center.
Wrap the sausage meat around the egg so that no white is visible. You will need to massage the sausage so that there is no visible join, otherwise it will split.
Roll the Scotch Egg in breadcrumbs, I usually forgo dipping in raw egg prior to this, but you can if you prefer.
When I was a child, this was the point at which my mother would throw them in the deep fryer. We bake now. Much healthier!
Bake at 350 for 45 minutes. Add an extra ten if you are concerned about the sausage. If you only got six eggs from two packages, you will need the extra time due to the thickness of the sausage.
Let the eggs cool, then wrap individually in tin foil.

These have become a tradition for many on our hike who eagerly seek Ben out at base camp looking for their protein punch. This year I managed to make a few extra, but I have been instructed to not make too many, the scarcity increases the desirability!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Thank you Ragu!

Last night's dinner is a family favourite that's always a hit. Spaghetti and Meatballs. Sadly we have given up on the Garlic Bread, once Toby sees it, that's all he will eat! My little piggy will devour spaghetti, sauce and meatballs to his heart's content though. We are on a tight budget so for the longest time we bought Hunts for $1 or whatever happened to be on sale that week. It's nice and tasty, but then I realised that Ragu sauces have two servings of Veggies in half a cup. SOLD! So two servings of veggies with no Jessica Seinfelding on mum's part and no kicking/screaming on Toby's.

Score one.

I have always considered this a good meal for him, nice source of Calcium in the shredded cheese, nice protein in the meat, good full belly from the Pasta. The extra veggies in the sauce really are just icing on the cake. I like being able to take the thinking out of this stuff.

In other news, I tried taking my pre-natal vitamin with a mug of tea this morning but still lost it the second it went in my mouth. A visit to Rite Aid is in order today. After three weeks of not being able to swallow that pill I have to find an alternative for this little peanut.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Dietary habits of a 23 month old

 
Last night for dinner we had a peace offering. There were sliced up Weaver chicken burgers, crinkle cut fries covered in shredded cheese, there were also baby tomatoes and cucumber wedges. I have found that he dislikes slices of cucumber but will occasionally eat said vegetable if it's the size of a Mandarin orange. Last night was not one of these occasions. Chicken? Yes. Cheese? Yes. Fries? Yes. Everything else? No way Jose! After dinner yogurt was welcomed (does anyone else remember Apres Ski?), but grapes were chewed and spat out.

I'm not sure who scores in this one.

Considering I'm the pregnant Mama whose multi-vitamins make her vomit, and is eating Ramen Noodles and Nutella on toast regularly, not so sure I have the moral high ground yet. But hey food makes me sick right now, if I can keep it down I eat it! And besides since when do mums need the moral high ground to be right? ;-)

Taking the advice of Shannon and will be adding more vegetables into Husby's diet to see if the little parrot takes to it!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The Toddler Food Revolution

 
The memories I have of my childhood eating habits are interesting. I recall eating an entire Sunday dinner on only one occasion under the age of 12, a Sunday dinner being roasted meat, potato (mashed or roasted), stuffing, two or three veg. and gravy. It was at my Nan Bennett's house and I'm sure I ate brussel sprouts, I know it was covered in Mint Sauce. Beyond that I don't recall many vegetable in my life. Eggs? Yes. Cheese? Maybe. Milk? On Cocoa Puffs. I enjoyed a good plate of fried potato offerings, be they thick or thin, along with a good pile of beans, a sausage or some kind of fried, breaded meat product. We went to Disney World when I was 11 and I ate a Cheeseburger at every place we went to. And I think my mum did a fantastic job raising me. These days, that meal plan wouldn't be accompanied by the words "fantastic job," but let's fly in the face of modern convention shall we? I have never struggled with my weight, I don't like to exercise but I don't lose my breath after a flight of stairs either. I have always been moderately to very happy with how I look, and who I am. Why? Because my mum did a fantastic job raising me.

So why do I obsess over the eating habits of my almost two year old. I admit, I don't obsess as much as some, it's also not consistent obsession. But every now and then I get that niggling feeling that I'm not feeding him right. He's healthy, he's always had fabulous Doctor's appointments, he weighs an appropriate amount and can run circles around me. Yet since we switched from puree to finger food about a year ago, he just plain won't eat his vegetables. I'm supposed to give him vitamin supplements if I listen to the mothering community at large, or hide vegetable in his food a la Jessica Seinfeld, which I do on occasion. But hang on a sec, we may know a lot more about how things work now but I'm pretty sure my mum knew what was best for me and can I get another chorus in of she did a fantastic job raising me? Amen!

Vegetables on pizza are okay. Mashed Potatoes and French Fries are fine. Fruit is accptable 95% of the time. Milk is good, cheese is wonderful, but oh those veggies how he hates them. Boiled, Fried, Sauteed, covered in cheese sauce. Nothing will induce him to eat his veggies with dinner.


The other hang up? Cutlery. We haven't spoon fed him in I can't remember how long but he still alternates between cutlery and finger food. Sometimes he scoops yogurt with his fingers. I occasionally try and make him use his spoon, and he does, he can do it, but he still ends up knuckle deep in food by the end of the meal. I think it's more fun for him that way. It certainly increases the food to mouth distribution time!

You know what? I don't think I care anymore. You know why. Because I lived on deep fried food when I was a kid and I think my mum did a fantastic job raising me! At the end of the day, if he'll eat it, he'll eat it. If he won't then he won't. If he wants to use his fingers or his spoon I won't care. Unless he becomes Mal-nourished in some way I don't think we have anything to worry about! Want to know something else, each time my mum visits and lives with us for a week or two, I get less hung up on this crap. I think she's still doing a fantastic job raising me!


Join me in the toddler food revolution!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Debating the slow cooker

I've been thinking about replacing my slow cooker. Mine cost $15 at the Christmas Tree Shop in 2007 and is still in fine working order. I didn't really use it for anything other than a wonderful chocolate cake recipe until I had Toby. Then the 10 hr cook cycle while I was at work became a godsend. It is hard, however, to find decent 10 hour recipes, and as my machine is not programmable that is really my only option. So I've been thinking about getting a new one. As I cannot cook rice to save my life I've also been thinking that a programmable combo slow/rice cooker might be a good investment for me. My rice cooker was also $15 at the Christmas Tree Shop in 2007, but it has not aged as well and now drys out the rice within 20 minutes of being cooked.

So I set out in search of a programmable rice/slow cooker. While reviewing a Cuisinart I came across a comment that has forever changed the way I view my slow cooker!

"a feature that encourages you to leave raw food at room temperature for a prolonged period did not sound that desirable to me"

Wow! I hadn't even thought about that. With a four hour recipe I would be leaving raw food on the counter for six hours!

I love my 2007 $15 slow cooker!

And here you go, have that chocolate cake recipe!

1 box chocolate cake mix
1 small box chocolate, instant pudding mix
1 cup water
3/4 cup of oil
4 eggs
1 cup sour cream
1 cup chocolate chips.

Mix all ingredients together in the slow cooker. Cook on low 6-8 hours or on high 3-4 hours.

It will blow your mind!