Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
30 Kasım 2012 Cuma
Missionary Monday ~ It's Autumn Time!
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This Week's Theme - It's Autumn Time! What does this season look like for you where you live?I live in Australia, and currently it's the beginning of the wet season.This beautiful tree greets me when I'm out and about.You'd think it's yellow leaves, but it's not! Those are little yellow flowers!
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
I'm still here!!
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Hello! I have not disappeared off the face of the earth :) I've received quite a few messages and comments lately wondering if I'm going to continue the blog. I am!!! I've been taking a little break since my last post in mid-January. I was finishing our first year of homeschool and gearing up for my last season teaching survival swim lessons in Pensacola. This swim season was even busier then last year and then in June we had a new baby girl :)
I took 3 weeks off then taught 3 more weeks of lessons before we left Pensacola to move to Japan! We're taking a circuitous route to Japan via Rhode Island and England because Matt has a class he has to take and then we're taking an extended vacation. It's always an adventure in this house!! I hope to be settled in Japan and blogging again by the end of October. In the meantime I'm going to be enjoying having nothing to do all day but hang out with my three favorite little people. Look for me in October!
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P.S. Aren't these pics of my kids awesome?!?! I know I'm a little biased of course :) But if you live in Pensacola and want awesome pics of your kids/family/dog/business/wedding/etc like these ones, contact my awesome friend, Elishia, with EBouley Photography at 850-686-5580 or EBouleyPhotos@gmail.com. You won't be disappointed!
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| Liadan Allison Laura, 1 week old |
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P.S. Aren't these pics of my kids awesome?!?! I know I'm a little biased of course :) But if you live in Pensacola and want awesome pics of your kids/family/dog/business/wedding/etc like these ones, contact my awesome friend, Elishia, with EBouley Photography at 850-686-5580 or EBouleyPhotos@gmail.com. You won't be disappointed!
You're Going To Eat That???
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I got another e-mail from Jamie Oliver today. No, we're not personal friends, I just joined his cause after watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution last year. For those of you who don't know what it is, Chef Jamie Oliver is trying to get people to eat better, less processed and junk foods, and to take control of the obesity epidemic in this country. On the show, he focused on Huntington, West Virginia, the unhealthiest city in America. He should have asked someone from Ohio. You can't save West Virginians from themselves....we've tried.
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
I'm Back!
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Ok....so sorry. I know it's been forever since I posted anything. (Since July, as a fatter of mact, but who's counting?) I have absolutely no excuse, so I won't even bother. My dearest friend told me recently that I should get back to it, and she was right. So.....hi.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
Owl's Eyes
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1 (11 ounce) package Hershey's Hugs chocolates
1 (16 ounce) package M&M's plain chocolate candy
1 (16 ounce) bag pretzel rings
Directions:
Preheat oven to 200 degrees farenheit.
Unwrap Hugs and place them on a cookie sheet.
Line it with waxed or parchment paper for best results.
Place a pretzel around the hug.
Don't worry if it doesn't drop to the base of the hug.
Bake for approximately three and a half minutes.
Immediately place an M&M in the center of the Hug and press down slightly to flatten.
Cool.
Place them in refrigerator to speed the set up process.

1 (11 ounce) package Hershey's Hugs chocolates
1 (16 ounce) package M&M's plain chocolate candy
1 (16 ounce) bag pretzel rings
Directions:
Preheat oven to 200 degrees farenheit.
Unwrap Hugs and place them on a cookie sheet.
Line it with waxed or parchment paper for best results.
Place a pretzel around the hug.
Don't worry if it doesn't drop to the base of the hug.
Bake for approximately three and a half minutes.
Immediately place an M&M in the center of the Hug and press down slightly to flatten.
Cool.
Place them in refrigerator to speed the set up process.
29 Kasım 2012 Perşembe
Missionary Monday ~ It's Autumn Time!
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This Week's Theme - It's Autumn Time! What does this season look like for you where you live?I live in Australia, and currently it's the beginning of the wet season.This beautiful tree greets me when I'm out and about.You'd think it's yellow leaves, but it's not! Those are little yellow flowers!
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Christmas Countdown Tree {Advent}
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This year I was looking for a Christmas advent or countdown for my children. I wanted it to point them to Christ and help show them the real meaning of Christmas. I searched pinterest and google, but came up with nothing that I really liked. I decided to make my own using Scripture passages. The idea for this is everyday starting December 1, we will turn a card over and read the Scripture on the back. By December 25, we will have read the entire Christmas story. I am hoping this will also help my kids to memorize these passages, as well. It begins with Matthew 1:18-21, then Luke 2:1-20, and ends with Isaiah 9:6. (If anyone knows how to add a document, I would be more than happy to attach the document to share with others. Maybe I'll google this today!)

This year I was looking for a Christmas advent or countdown for my children. I wanted it to point them to Christ and help show them the real meaning of Christmas. I searched pinterest and google, but came up with nothing that I really liked. I decided to make my own using Scripture passages. The idea for this is everyday starting December 1, we will turn a card over and read the Scripture on the back. By December 25, we will have read the entire Christmas story. I am hoping this will also help my kids to memorize these passages, as well. It begins with Matthew 1:18-21, then Luke 2:1-20, and ends with Isaiah 9:6. (If anyone knows how to add a document, I would be more than happy to attach the document to share with others. Maybe I'll google this today!)
Cupcakes with sprinkles
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Yesterday I made cupcakes with sprinkles for Joseph's 4th birthday. Joseph is Pendo's (our houselady) son. We try to do little things for her kids, so Abby and I frosted some cupcakes and put some colored sprinkles on top. Sprinkles I picked up at Walmart, for next to nothing, during out last trip to the States. They are available here, but cost about $7 for a bottle. Needless to say, with them being that expensive, most Tanzanians have never had them before. It was a special treat for little Joseph and his brothers.
When Pendo arrived to work today she told me how happy Joseph was and how he enjoyed the crunch of the sprinkles. He went from person to person and chewed on them so they could hear them crunching. He wanted to share his joy to all who would listen!
It truly is the small things in life that will bring us joy if we let them. What little things can you find joy in as you look for them? I'd love to read in the comments the things God shows you today. Be like Joseph and share your joy with us!

Yesterday I made cupcakes with sprinkles for Joseph's 4th birthday. Joseph is Pendo's (our houselady) son. We try to do little things for her kids, so Abby and I frosted some cupcakes and put some colored sprinkles on top. Sprinkles I picked up at Walmart, for next to nothing, during out last trip to the States. They are available here, but cost about $7 for a bottle. Needless to say, with them being that expensive, most Tanzanians have never had them before. It was a special treat for little Joseph and his brothers.
When Pendo arrived to work today she told me how happy Joseph was and how he enjoyed the crunch of the sprinkles. He went from person to person and chewed on them so they could hear them crunching. He wanted to share his joy to all who would listen!
It truly is the small things in life that will bring us joy if we let them. What little things can you find joy in as you look for them? I'd love to read in the comments the things God shows you today. Be like Joseph and share your joy with us!
You're Going To Eat That???
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I got another e-mail from Jamie Oliver today. No, we're not personal friends, I just joined his cause after watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution last year. For those of you who don't know what it is, Chef Jamie Oliver is trying to get people to eat better, less processed and junk foods, and to take control of the obesity epidemic in this country. On the show, he focused on Huntington, West Virginia, the unhealthiest city in America. He should have asked someone from Ohio. You can't save West Virginians from themselves....we've tried.
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
I'm Back!
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Ok....so sorry. I know it's been forever since I posted anything. (Since July, as a fatter of mact, but who's counting?) I have absolutely no excuse, so I won't even bother. My dearest friend told me recently that I should get back to it, and she was right. So.....hi.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
28 Kasım 2012 Çarşamba
I'm still here!!
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Hello! I have not disappeared off the face of the earth :) I've received quite a few messages and comments lately wondering if I'm going to continue the blog. I am!!! I've been taking a little break since my last post in mid-January. I was finishing our first year of homeschool and gearing up for my last season teaching survival swim lessons in Pensacola. This swim season was even busier then last year and then in June we had a new baby girl :)
I took 3 weeks off then taught 3 more weeks of lessons before we left Pensacola to move to Japan! We're taking a circuitous route to Japan via Rhode Island and England because Matt has a class he has to take and then we're taking an extended vacation. It's always an adventure in this house!! I hope to be settled in Japan and blogging again by the end of October. In the meantime I'm going to be enjoying having nothing to do all day but hang out with my three favorite little people. Look for me in October!
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P.S. Aren't these pics of my kids awesome?!?! I know I'm a little biased of course :) But if you live in Pensacola and want awesome pics of your kids/family/dog/business/wedding/etc like these ones, contact my awesome friend, Elishia, with EBouley Photography at 850-686-5580 or EBouleyPhotos@gmail.com. You won't be disappointed!
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| Liadan Allison Laura, 1 week old |
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P.S. Aren't these pics of my kids awesome?!?! I know I'm a little biased of course :) But if you live in Pensacola and want awesome pics of your kids/family/dog/business/wedding/etc like these ones, contact my awesome friend, Elishia, with EBouley Photography at 850-686-5580 or EBouleyPhotos@gmail.com. You won't be disappointed!
You're Going To Eat That???
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I got another e-mail from Jamie Oliver today. No, we're not personal friends, I just joined his cause after watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution last year. For those of you who don't know what it is, Chef Jamie Oliver is trying to get people to eat better, less processed and junk foods, and to take control of the obesity epidemic in this country. On the show, he focused on Huntington, West Virginia, the unhealthiest city in America. He should have asked someone from Ohio. You can't save West Virginians from themselves....we've tried.
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
I'm Back!
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Ok....so sorry. I know it's been forever since I posted anything. (Since July, as a fatter of mact, but who's counting?) I have absolutely no excuse, so I won't even bother. My dearest friend told me recently that I should get back to it, and she was right. So.....hi.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
Missionary Monday ~ It's Autumn Time!
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This Week's Theme - It's Autumn Time! What does this season look like for you where you live?I live in Australia, and currently it's the beginning of the wet season.This beautiful tree greets me when I'm out and about.You'd think it's yellow leaves, but it's not! Those are little yellow flowers!
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Real Missionary Women...
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Through creating a Baptist Missionary Women on Facebook our little group has grown to over 500 missionary ladies from around the world. We have made friends with one another and shared burdens, stories, and laughs to encourage one another. Recently, my family and I had to go without water for two days. Another missionary lady friend of mine, who I met thanks to our FB page, and I began discussing those missionary life "events" that make us laugh; well, some times after the fact! The moments when we feel like real missionary women!
We asked other missionary ladies to share some of their missionary life moments by finishing the sentence, "Real Missionary Women...." The response was amazing! We all so enjoyed reading one another's answers that we thought we should share them here with you!
Real Missionary Women...
...know how to kill any rodents that crosses her path.
...don't have a home to live in while on furlough.
...are really homeless.
...can sleep anywhere!
...don't always have electricity.
....wear the same clothes days on end to save on washing.
...know that home is where the suitcase is.
...can choke down all sorts of strange foods, and keep a smile while they do so.
...always feel like a foreigner (on their field and when on furlough in the States).
...mix languages and thinks everyone should understand what they are saying.
....know where the clean bathrooms are on every interstate in America.
...eat the bugs.
....don't flush (when they don't have water).
...are language mix masters.
...are recipe substitution whizzes.
...are candle hoarders (for when the electricity is out).
...are machete-wielding wild women.
...play with fire.
..know the difference between "Eastern" and "Western"...toilets that is!
...are roach killers!
...prefer bumpy roads.
...are expert bug-killers and rat catchers.
..."Google" often.
...know how to be the plumber, electrician, nurse, exterminator, professor, music lesson instructor, chef, and laundry maid (by hand).
...have a "backup plan" for the "backup plan.
...learn to not ask too many questions when it comes to foreign food
...can create 15 different dishes out of the same ingredient
...know how to bargain to get the same price that all the nationals get.
...know how to pack!
...prefer the scent of mosquito spray over perfume.
...can make almost anything from scratch.
...can bathe three kids in 1 gallon of water.
.....can tweak ANY recipe.
...use the metric system.
...use a vacuum cleaner for more than just dirt.
...can even get rid of baby bats with a shop vac!
...knows an imported from America food item when she sees one!
...border hop to find the best deals on groceries.
...know what a true meltdown is! When it rains, it pours!!
...carry currency from at least two different countries in their purses just in case!
...know where to find copy cat recipes to favorite meals.
...appreciate toilet paper...or banana leaves.
...search for hours to find recipes for things ladies back home would have a nervous breakdown if they had to make them themselves.
...know how to sing "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow" when it's 100 degrees outside in December.
...wonder if the power will be on all day, so she can use her crock pot.
...try to figure out a way to get the bugs she's just discovered in her precious spice jar out so she doesn't have to throw it away.
...get out of bed in the middle of the night to do laundry when water can be heard pumping into the water tank.
...carry toilet paper in their car.
...buys her meat in the open market early in the morning in order to get it fresh and without too many flies all over it. Then she brings it home and grinds it into mince (ground beef).
...can use an outhouse while wearing her purse around her neck.
...can stand in line at McDonald's and have to ask what certain items are while those around look at her as if she's an alien.
...go ballistic when they get a letter in the mail.
...always carry plastic bags as "trash cans" for baby diapers or whatever might be needed, anti-bacterial wipes for hand washing, and tissues or a big ol' roll of tp in their purses just in case.
...save plastic bags for going shopping.
...carry plastic bags in their purse because they never know when their kids will throw up from carsickness or the food.
...crack eggs open in a separate bowl just in case there's a little "chicky" in it!
...know how to fire up the generator.
...thank God daily for water, electricity and safety.
...buy something if they see it because she may never see it again.
...overhears their kids singing hymns in another language.
...thinks a mosquito is equally as dangerous as a terrorist.
...always carry toilet paper in their purses...or know how to use whatever may be available.
...know how to use squat toilets.
...can use a squat potty on a moving train!
...know where the good toilets are in town.
...shouldn't but can hold out for the one bathroom on the three hour trip that is "safe".
...can use a public bathroom without touching anything, while parking the older children just outside but within earshot, and all while 9 months pregnant!
...have to start to teach their kids to put the TP IN the toilet instead of the trash can!
...can work wonders with three squares of TP.
...(their) children hardly know "Jesus Loves Me" in English but pick another language and they can sing all three stanzas!
...have to teach her kids the English words to hymns before furlough.
...speak at least three languages: their native language, their host country language, and the one their family mixes between the two at home.
...don't even blink when their husband gets excited preaching and invites the whole church over for dinner to keep talking!
...get excited when someone says "How are you" in ENGLISH!
...know you can always add more water to the beans and feed a few more!
...are pretty sure there will be bathtubs and dishwashers in heaven.
...wonder how come they weren't born in their host country as they they cannot imagine living anywhere else except for maybe Cancun or the home department at Sears!
...are just enjoying the journey on their way HOME!
...thinks a great visited with family is a SKYPE date with only one or two Internet troubles.
...squeal when they find someone from their host country on the streets of small town USA! Oh and then they proceed to have 15 minute conversation that only they and their new friend, understand, AND somehow find the strength to endure another 6 months of furlough!
...are always surprised when the food they said "I will NEVER eat that!" actually tastes good!
...have been locked inside their own outhouse...during a thunderstorm... waiting for one of the family to notice her absence.
...know how to clean a dirt floor.
...can either make it, make do, or do without nearly anything.
...are honestly thankful for a hot shower.
...don't take the statement, "You look hot," as a compliment.
...have learned to give thanks for water outages- it means she doesn't need to feel guilty about leaving the dishes overnight!
...have learned to overcome aversions to creepy crawlies so she can protect her kids from them.
...know how to make food stretch for when unexpected company stops by.
...can feed their kids rice for days on end and make it seem fun by allowing them to add their own "toppings".
...smile and wave at the nationals peeking in their windows… and usually ask them in for coffee.
...become overwhelmed with all the craziness in America and can't wait to get "home" to where there aren't so many choices and grocery shopping is a breeze!
...become "out of touch" with many family members, but closer than sisters to their fellow missionary wives.
...may not be able to give you the latest fashion advice, but can give detailed instructions on how to mend clothing and make it last for years until the next furlough.
...take about two weeks on furlough before they remember to speak English everywhere!
...realize we have chosen a life that involves ALWAYS saying goodbye to someone, but still wouldn't trade it for the world!
...are paralyzed every time they go down the cereal aisle at Walmart in the States...and some have been known to pass out when they see their favorite style skirt or blouse in their size in 5 colors on clearance for $6.99 at JC Penney!
...smell all the stuff that comes in a box from the US..:)
It just smells different!
...do a second glance when passing a white person because it HAS to be someone you know.
...can't give a quick answer to the question, "Where are you from?"
...weep over and cherish a gift of scented candles and bath & body trial size lotions and gels!
...after some point stop killing the bugs and chasing the lizards out of their house and just start ignoring/living with them. (Scorpions and ticks are the only exception to this rule). If you don't squash them, you don't have to clean them up!
...wear bug repellent on an evening date with their husband.
...(the ones with boyfriends or fiancees back in the states anyways), say a SKYPE call is a date. And have only been out on a real date twice. The second time is when you get engaged.
...have kids that think white people are weird.
...have kids who think a bathroom with A/C in it is disgusting.
...make their kids use lice shampoo every week...just in case.
...use a lice comb instead of a brush to get tangles and anything else that might be in their hair!
...have memorized the book, "Where There is No Doctor".
...(Mommas) laugh when they overhear their 9-year old daughter admonishing their 4 -year old daughter (while in a bath together) that she had better stop goofing around and really enjoy this bathtub 'cause it will be all showers for the next four years.To which said 4-year old replied that she preferred showers anyway, "cold ones".
...have a thousand great stories for all these hilarious lessons learned on the job.
...drive like maniacs! (if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!)
...learn to take "You're so fat!" as a compliment. (in some countries it really is a compliment!)
...love and appreciate Facebook more than the average person!
...are scared to death of automatic flushing toilets.
...have washed their hair in a river
...regret finding out what was in the soup
...(in the Bush) use bleach like it's goin' out of style!
...bathe their kids AFTER church instead of before!
...always know where to find their children when they are attending services in their home church on furlough...at the water fountain holding up the line while they push the button over and over again to try to figure out where the water is coming from!
...are so thankful for being able to speak a foreign language while on furlough so they can chew out their kids for acting up during a meeting without most people understanding what they said!
...(in cold regions) have children who think air conditioning is the most fascinating thing!
...no longer think that "they all look alike".
...aren't bothered by seeing their husbands holding hands with another man... or by holding hands with your own lady friends!
...think they've died and gone to heaven when they walk into a craft store (A.C. Moore, Michael's, etc.).
...get so overwhelmed when they visit the States that they have a car accident after driving for 4 years accident free in their crazy traffic country (true story!).
...know how to cover up the taste of anything with mashed potatoes (in the States).
...are FLEXIBLE.
...know that bumpers are meant for bumping.
...think it's normal to leave church with lipstick kisses all over their cheek.
...can improvise in almost any situation
...forget how to work a shower properly when they go to the States for a visit, because they are used to using a bath tub instead! (or the opposite)
...can change their menu to suit what food they can find at the store
...can live without hairdressers, shoe shops, dentists, doctors, and schools.
...don't need an oven to bake a cake.
...can make a cake with out eggs.
...can sew on a hand powered sewing machine.
...become nurse and doctor to family and church members.
...can sit for hours on a bench with out a back.
...would have no problems serving in the foreign legion.
...can work quite well in the dark.
...can go from cooking dinner on a stove to outside on a fire in less than ten minutes, when the electricity goes off.
...learn fast what wood burns best and what wood just smokes.
...can sweat in style.
...hope that their children will not enter the kitchen while they are fishing the weevils out of the breakfast oatmeal.
...get choked up when they hear their home country's national anthem - in a much different way than before they went on the foreign field.
...realize their 'problems' on their particular field are so much less than they could have been elsewhere (unless you live 'elsewhere').
...(in third world countries) don't worry about clothing fashion because no one knows or cares what the latest styles are! (a perk, I must say!)
...about to go on furlough start freaking out because now they have to start caring about clothing and hair fashion!
...can NEVER throw away a Zip-lock bag! There are two stacks, the ones that still hold liquids and those that don't.
...know how to stretch a bag of chocolate chips for 6 batches of cookies!
...real missionary women, learn to adapt.
...have to ask people to repeat what they said once they return to the states because they don't understand the accent.
...cry in Walmart. Every. Time.
...buy all the Hershey's syrup they've got, because they don't know when they'll see it again.
...constantly think in Spanglish because they can't remember their English.
...speak English in the syntax of the foreign language.
...drive like maniacs and get into wrecks because the other driver WAS following traffic laws.
...can't sleep in the States because there are no high fences around the yards.
...can't wait to go home after furlough!
...can relate to each other across oceans, age differences, languages, and experience levels!
...admire that Mrs. Taylor, Mrs. Judson. Mrs. Carey, Amy Carmichael and many others blazed a trail without kitchen aid mixers, Skype, indoor plumbing, and monthly financial support!
...can be so lonely in a foreign city yet know in their heart they would never choose to leave!
...are crazy & our lives are crazy; but we would not change it for anything!
AND AS ONE MISSIONARY WIFE PUT IT...Real missionary women, are all the lovely ladies out there, who are willing to decrease so that Christ can increase in their lives.They are all willing to give up every home comfort and everything familiar to them in order to reach those wonderful people in the countries they are serving in for Christ.
We are REAL MISSIONARY WOMEN and GOD LOVES US!
We asked other missionary ladies to share some of their missionary life moments by finishing the sentence, "Real Missionary Women...." The response was amazing! We all so enjoyed reading one another's answers that we thought we should share them here with you!
Real Missionary Women...
...know how to kill any rodents that crosses her path.
...don't have a home to live in while on furlough.
...are really homeless.
...can sleep anywhere!
...don't always have electricity.
....wear the same clothes days on end to save on washing.
...know that home is where the suitcase is.
...can choke down all sorts of strange foods, and keep a smile while they do so.
...always feel like a foreigner (on their field and when on furlough in the States).
...mix languages and thinks everyone should understand what they are saying.
....know where the clean bathrooms are on every interstate in America.
...eat the bugs.
....don't flush (when they don't have water).
...are language mix masters.
...are recipe substitution whizzes.
...are candle hoarders (for when the electricity is out).
...are machete-wielding wild women.
...play with fire.
..know the difference between "Eastern" and "Western"...toilets that is!
...are roach killers!
...prefer bumpy roads.
...are expert bug-killers and rat catchers.
..."Google" often.
...know how to be the plumber, electrician, nurse, exterminator, professor, music lesson instructor, chef, and laundry maid (by hand).
...have a "backup plan" for the "backup plan.
...learn to not ask too many questions when it comes to foreign food
...can create 15 different dishes out of the same ingredient
...know how to bargain to get the same price that all the nationals get.
...know how to pack!
...prefer the scent of mosquito spray over perfume.
...can make almost anything from scratch.
...can bathe three kids in 1 gallon of water.
.....can tweak ANY recipe.
...use the metric system.
...use a vacuum cleaner for more than just dirt.
...can even get rid of baby bats with a shop vac!
...knows an imported from America food item when she sees one!
...border hop to find the best deals on groceries.
...know what a true meltdown is! When it rains, it pours!!
...carry currency from at least two different countries in their purses just in case!
...know where to find copy cat recipes to favorite meals.
...appreciate toilet paper...or banana leaves.
...search for hours to find recipes for things ladies back home would have a nervous breakdown if they had to make them themselves.
...know how to sing "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow" when it's 100 degrees outside in December.
...wonder if the power will be on all day, so she can use her crock pot.
...try to figure out a way to get the bugs she's just discovered in her precious spice jar out so she doesn't have to throw it away.
...get out of bed in the middle of the night to do laundry when water can be heard pumping into the water tank.
...carry toilet paper in their car.
...buys her meat in the open market early in the morning in order to get it fresh and without too many flies all over it. Then she brings it home and grinds it into mince (ground beef).
...can use an outhouse while wearing her purse around her neck.
...can stand in line at McDonald's and have to ask what certain items are while those around look at her as if she's an alien.
...go ballistic when they get a letter in the mail.
...always carry plastic bags as "trash cans" for baby diapers or whatever might be needed, anti-bacterial wipes for hand washing, and tissues or a big ol' roll of tp in their purses just in case.
...save plastic bags for going shopping.
...carry plastic bags in their purse because they never know when their kids will throw up from carsickness or the food.
...crack eggs open in a separate bowl just in case there's a little "chicky" in it!
...know how to fire up the generator.
...thank God daily for water, electricity and safety.
...buy something if they see it because she may never see it again.
...overhears their kids singing hymns in another language.
...thinks a mosquito is equally as dangerous as a terrorist.
...always carry toilet paper in their purses...or know how to use whatever may be available.
...know how to use squat toilets.
...can use a squat potty on a moving train!
...know where the good toilets are in town.
...shouldn't but can hold out for the one bathroom on the three hour trip that is "safe".
...can use a public bathroom without touching anything, while parking the older children just outside but within earshot, and all while 9 months pregnant!
...have to start to teach their kids to put the TP IN the toilet instead of the trash can!
...can work wonders with three squares of TP.
...(their) children hardly know "Jesus Loves Me" in English but pick another language and they can sing all three stanzas!
...have to teach her kids the English words to hymns before furlough.
...speak at least three languages: their native language, their host country language, and the one their family mixes between the two at home.
...don't even blink when their husband gets excited preaching and invites the whole church over for dinner to keep talking!
...get excited when someone says "How are you" in ENGLISH!
...know you can always add more water to the beans and feed a few more!
...are pretty sure there will be bathtubs and dishwashers in heaven.
...wonder how come they weren't born in their host country as they they cannot imagine living anywhere else except for maybe Cancun or the home department at Sears!
...are just enjoying the journey on their way HOME!
...thinks a great visited with family is a SKYPE date with only one or two Internet troubles.
...squeal when they find someone from their host country on the streets of small town USA! Oh and then they proceed to have 15 minute conversation that only they and their new friend, understand, AND somehow find the strength to endure another 6 months of furlough!
...are always surprised when the food they said "I will NEVER eat that!" actually tastes good!
...have been locked inside their own outhouse...during a thunderstorm... waiting for one of the family to notice her absence.
...know how to clean a dirt floor.
...can either make it, make do, or do without nearly anything.
...are honestly thankful for a hot shower.
...don't take the statement, "You look hot," as a compliment.
...have learned to give thanks for water outages- it means she doesn't need to feel guilty about leaving the dishes overnight!
...have learned to overcome aversions to creepy crawlies so she can protect her kids from them.
...know how to make food stretch for when unexpected company stops by.
...can feed their kids rice for days on end and make it seem fun by allowing them to add their own "toppings".
...smile and wave at the nationals peeking in their windows… and usually ask them in for coffee.
...become overwhelmed with all the craziness in America and can't wait to get "home" to where there aren't so many choices and grocery shopping is a breeze!
...become "out of touch" with many family members, but closer than sisters to their fellow missionary wives.
...may not be able to give you the latest fashion advice, but can give detailed instructions on how to mend clothing and make it last for years until the next furlough.
...take about two weeks on furlough before they remember to speak English everywhere!
...realize we have chosen a life that involves ALWAYS saying goodbye to someone, but still wouldn't trade it for the world!
...are paralyzed every time they go down the cereal aisle at Walmart in the States...and some have been known to pass out when they see their favorite style skirt or blouse in their size in 5 colors on clearance for $6.99 at JC Penney!
...smell all the stuff that comes in a box from the US..:)
It just smells different!...do a second glance when passing a white person because it HAS to be someone you know.
...can't give a quick answer to the question, "Where are you from?"
...weep over and cherish a gift of scented candles and bath & body trial size lotions and gels!
...after some point stop killing the bugs and chasing the lizards out of their house and just start ignoring/living with them. (Scorpions and ticks are the only exception to this rule). If you don't squash them, you don't have to clean them up!
...wear bug repellent on an evening date with their husband.
...(the ones with boyfriends or fiancees back in the states anyways), say a SKYPE call is a date. And have only been out on a real date twice. The second time is when you get engaged.
...have kids that think white people are weird.
...have kids who think a bathroom with A/C in it is disgusting.
...make their kids use lice shampoo every week...just in case.
...use a lice comb instead of a brush to get tangles and anything else that might be in their hair!
...have memorized the book, "Where There is No Doctor".
...(Mommas) laugh when they overhear their 9-year old daughter admonishing their 4 -year old daughter (while in a bath together) that she had better stop goofing around and really enjoy this bathtub 'cause it will be all showers for the next four years.To which said 4-year old replied that she preferred showers anyway, "cold ones".
...have a thousand great stories for all these hilarious lessons learned on the job.
...drive like maniacs! (if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!)
...learn to take "You're so fat!" as a compliment. (in some countries it really is a compliment!)
...love and appreciate Facebook more than the average person!
...are scared to death of automatic flushing toilets.
...have washed their hair in a river
...regret finding out what was in the soup
...(in the Bush) use bleach like it's goin' out of style!
...bathe their kids AFTER church instead of before!
...always know where to find their children when they are attending services in their home church on furlough...at the water fountain holding up the line while they push the button over and over again to try to figure out where the water is coming from!
...are so thankful for being able to speak a foreign language while on furlough so they can chew out their kids for acting up during a meeting without most people understanding what they said!
...(in cold regions) have children who think air conditioning is the most fascinating thing!
...no longer think that "they all look alike".
...aren't bothered by seeing their husbands holding hands with another man... or by holding hands with your own lady friends!
...think they've died and gone to heaven when they walk into a craft store (A.C. Moore, Michael's, etc.).
...get so overwhelmed when they visit the States that they have a car accident after driving for 4 years accident free in their crazy traffic country (true story!).
...know how to cover up the taste of anything with mashed potatoes (in the States).
...are FLEXIBLE.
...know that bumpers are meant for bumping.
...think it's normal to leave church with lipstick kisses all over their cheek.
...can improvise in almost any situation
...forget how to work a shower properly when they go to the States for a visit, because they are used to using a bath tub instead! (or the opposite)
...can change their menu to suit what food they can find at the store
...can live without hairdressers, shoe shops, dentists, doctors, and schools.
...don't need an oven to bake a cake.
...can make a cake with out eggs.
...can sew on a hand powered sewing machine.
...become nurse and doctor to family and church members.
...can sit for hours on a bench with out a back.
...would have no problems serving in the foreign legion.
...can work quite well in the dark.
...can go from cooking dinner on a stove to outside on a fire in less than ten minutes, when the electricity goes off.
...learn fast what wood burns best and what wood just smokes.
...can sweat in style.
...hope that their children will not enter the kitchen while they are fishing the weevils out of the breakfast oatmeal.
...get choked up when they hear their home country's national anthem - in a much different way than before they went on the foreign field.
...realize their 'problems' on their particular field are so much less than they could have been elsewhere (unless you live 'elsewhere').
...(in third world countries) don't worry about clothing fashion because no one knows or cares what the latest styles are! (a perk, I must say!)
...about to go on furlough start freaking out because now they have to start caring about clothing and hair fashion!
...can NEVER throw away a Zip-lock bag! There are two stacks, the ones that still hold liquids and those that don't.
...know how to stretch a bag of chocolate chips for 6 batches of cookies!
...real missionary women, learn to adapt.
...have to ask people to repeat what they said once they return to the states because they don't understand the accent.
...cry in Walmart. Every. Time.
...buy all the Hershey's syrup they've got, because they don't know when they'll see it again.
...constantly think in Spanglish because they can't remember their English.
...speak English in the syntax of the foreign language.
...drive like maniacs and get into wrecks because the other driver WAS following traffic laws.
...can't sleep in the States because there are no high fences around the yards.
...can't wait to go home after furlough!
...can relate to each other across oceans, age differences, languages, and experience levels!
...admire that Mrs. Taylor, Mrs. Judson. Mrs. Carey, Amy Carmichael and many others blazed a trail without kitchen aid mixers, Skype, indoor plumbing, and monthly financial support!
...can be so lonely in a foreign city yet know in their heart they would never choose to leave!
...are crazy & our lives are crazy; but we would not change it for anything!
AND AS ONE MISSIONARY WIFE PUT IT...Real missionary women, are all the lovely ladies out there, who are willing to decrease so that Christ can increase in their lives.They are all willing to give up every home comfort and everything familiar to them in order to reach those wonderful people in the countries they are serving in for Christ.
We are REAL MISSIONARY WOMEN and GOD LOVES US!
27 Kasım 2012 Salı
You're Going To Eat That???
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I got another e-mail from Jamie Oliver today. No, we're not personal friends, I just joined his cause after watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution last year. For those of you who don't know what it is, Chef Jamie Oliver is trying to get people to eat better, less processed and junk foods, and to take control of the obesity epidemic in this country. On the show, he focused on Huntington, West Virginia, the unhealthiest city in America. He should have asked someone from Ohio. You can't save West Virginians from themselves....we've tried.
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
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Ok....so sorry. I know it's been forever since I posted anything. (Since July, as a fatter of mact, but who's counting?) I have absolutely no excuse, so I won't even bother. My dearest friend told me recently that I should get back to it, and she was right. So.....hi.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
Owl's Eyes
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1 (11 ounce) package Hershey's Hugs chocolates
1 (16 ounce) package M&M's plain chocolate candy
1 (16 ounce) bag pretzel rings
Directions:
Preheat oven to 200 degrees farenheit.
Unwrap Hugs and place them on a cookie sheet.
Line it with waxed or parchment paper for best results.
Place a pretzel around the hug.
Don't worry if it doesn't drop to the base of the hug.
Bake for approximately three and a half minutes.
Immediately place an M&M in the center of the Hug and press down slightly to flatten.
Cool.
Place them in refrigerator to speed the set up process.

1 (11 ounce) package Hershey's Hugs chocolates
1 (16 ounce) package M&M's plain chocolate candy
1 (16 ounce) bag pretzel rings
Directions:
Preheat oven to 200 degrees farenheit.
Unwrap Hugs and place them on a cookie sheet.
Line it with waxed or parchment paper for best results.
Place a pretzel around the hug.
Don't worry if it doesn't drop to the base of the hug.
Bake for approximately three and a half minutes.
Immediately place an M&M in the center of the Hug and press down slightly to flatten.
Cool.
Place them in refrigerator to speed the set up process.
Missionary Monday ~ It's Autumn Time!
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This Week's Theme - It's Autumn Time! What does this season look like for you where you live?I live in Australia, and currently it's the beginning of the wet season.This beautiful tree greets me when I'm out and about.You'd think it's yellow leaves, but it's not! Those are little yellow flowers!
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Christmas Fun: Quick Hot Chocolate Mix
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Well, Thanksgiving is over and gone.
No more maple, apple, or pumpkin flavors in this house.
Time for the smells and flavors of Christmas!
First up is a quick hot chocolate mix, because even if it's not cold where you live, drinking hot cocoa is part and parcel of Christmas {in my opinion!}.
This recipe is not only quick, but it can be made ahead of time and be waiting in your cupboards for just the right moment!
Hot Cocoa Mix
4 c. powdered milk
1 c. powdered creamer (if not available, you can skip, but increase milk quantity by 1 cup)
3/4 c. cocoa
1/8 tsp. salt
1-2 c. sugar (your preference)
Mix together and store in a dry place.
When ready to use, add 5 Tbsp. mix to one cup of hot water.
Stir and enjoy!
No more maple, apple, or pumpkin flavors in this house.
Time for the smells and flavors of Christmas!
First up is a quick hot chocolate mix, because even if it's not cold where you live, drinking hot cocoa is part and parcel of Christmas {in my opinion!}.
This recipe is not only quick, but it can be made ahead of time and be waiting in your cupboards for just the right moment!
Hot Cocoa Mix
4 c. powdered milk
1 c. powdered creamer (if not available, you can skip, but increase milk quantity by 1 cup)
3/4 c. cocoa
1/8 tsp. salt
1-2 c. sugar (your preference)
Mix together and store in a dry place.
When ready to use, add 5 Tbsp. mix to one cup of hot water.
Stir and enjoy!
26 Kasım 2012 Pazartesi
Missionary Monday ~ It's Autumn Time!
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This Week's Theme - It's Autumn Time! What does this season look like for you where you live?I live in Australia, and currently it's the beginning of the wet season.This beautiful tree greets me when I'm out and about.You'd think it's yellow leaves, but it's not! Those are little yellow flowers!
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
You're Going To Eat That???
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I got another e-mail from Jamie Oliver today. No, we're not personal friends, I just joined his cause after watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution last year. For those of you who don't know what it is, Chef Jamie Oliver is trying to get people to eat better, less processed and junk foods, and to take control of the obesity epidemic in this country. On the show, he focused on Huntington, West Virginia, the unhealthiest city in America. He should have asked someone from Ohio. You can't save West Virginians from themselves....we've tried.
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
All kidding aside, his latest effort is to get the USDA to overhaul the school lunch program. It's something that desperately needs to happen. With the crap they're feeding our kids in school, it's no wonder they're either hyperactive or comatose.
When I overhauled my own kitchen, there were some protests from the kids. "Whaddya mean we can't eat ramen noodles? Where's the margarine? Macaroni and cheese is supposed to be orange." Things along those lines. But I kept after it, and eventually, won over at least one kid. The Girl now recognizes that she doesn't feel well when she eats junk, and that she's actually lucky to have a mom who insists on balanced, scratch-made meals every night.
The Boy, however, is a different story. He doesn't have a weight problem, yet, but he is the biggest junkie I've ever seen. The Man and I have considered taking the sugar bowl to bed with us at night, because it seems as if we have to fill it up every morning in order to sweeten our coffee. (The Man's coffee, not mine. Coffee should be black. Period. But that's another rant for another day.) And it's not just sugar. The day I made the egg rolls and raita, we had a particularly heated argument. He doesn't like cucumbers, so I told him to pick out another vegetable to eat. He picked up another egg roll. I can't get him to understand, or care, that he needs balance in his diet, and that Pepsi is not a food group.
The biggest part of my battle with him is when he's not at home. He used to stop at my mother-in-law's house every day on his way home from school for cookies and Pepsi. Cookies, maybe, for a snack, would be okay. But they're not even homemade. I kept telling him if he could pronounce every ingredient on the label he could have them. Heck, I can't even do that. But Pepsi? Pop has been the downfall of nutrition in this country. I heard somewhere that there are twelve teaspoons of sugar in a can of pop. Twelve. I can make a dessert for ten people using less than that.
The school is the worst. I know what their budget constraints are, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, instead of letting the US Army spend 7 million dollars a year sponsoring NASCAR, we should, you know, give our kids an orange once in a while. Can't we give them a meal made from fresh ingredients? In addition, the kids at our local school are allowed to spend their lunch money on anything they want, and the offerings aren't healthy. They can buy extra cookies or whatever else they see, without even proving that they've finished their "healthy" lunch. As far as I'm concerned, The Boy will be allowed to choose his own food when I no longer have to pay his health insurance, and when he can buy it himself. Until then, it's my money, my kid, my choice, and I take the responsibility seriously. I care about what he eats, and it would be a lot easier to teach him healthy habits if I had the school behind me.
Okay, I'm done. But I am asking anyone who reads this to speak up, too. We can do better for our kids, and we should. All it takes is commitment.
www.jamiesfoodrevolution.com/usda
I'm Back!
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Ok....so sorry. I know it's been forever since I posted anything. (Since July, as a fatter of mact, but who's counting?) I have absolutely no excuse, so I won't even bother. My dearest friend told me recently that I should get back to it, and she was right. So.....hi.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever. Good to know some things never change, right? I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas. First is dinner tonight. A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.
I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill. Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again. Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze. Okey dokey....plan B.
Except...I have no plan B. I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor. Sigh. I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together. Damn me and my random cravings. The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still. I hate not having a plan.
The second problem is packing picnic food. Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless. The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday. They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car. So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience. I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car. I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt. So....no egg salad. What to do?
My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan. I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results. Right. All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened. Thanks for tuning in.
I'm still here!!
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Hello! I have not disappeared off the face of the earth :) I've received quite a few messages and comments lately wondering if I'm going to continue the blog. I am!!! I've been taking a little break since my last post in mid-January. I was finishing our first year of homeschool and gearing up for my last season teaching survival swim lessons in Pensacola. This swim season was even busier then last year and then in June we had a new baby girl :)
I took 3 weeks off then taught 3 more weeks of lessons before we left Pensacola to move to Japan! We're taking a circuitous route to Japan via Rhode Island and England because Matt has a class he has to take and then we're taking an extended vacation. It's always an adventure in this house!! I hope to be settled in Japan and blogging again by the end of October. In the meantime I'm going to be enjoying having nothing to do all day but hang out with my three favorite little people. Look for me in October!
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P.S. Aren't these pics of my kids awesome?!?! I know I'm a little biased of course :) But if you live in Pensacola and want awesome pics of your kids/family/dog/business/wedding/etc like these ones, contact my awesome friend, Elishia, with EBouley Photography at 850-686-5580 or EBouleyPhotos@gmail.com. You won't be disappointed!
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| Liadan Allison Laura, 1 week old |
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P.S. Aren't these pics of my kids awesome?!?! I know I'm a little biased of course :) But if you live in Pensacola and want awesome pics of your kids/family/dog/business/wedding/etc like these ones, contact my awesome friend, Elishia, with EBouley Photography at 850-686-5580 or EBouleyPhotos@gmail.com. You won't be disappointed!
Clean Eating Healthy Homemade Hamburger Helper
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Makes about 7 servings, 1 1/4 cups each
This one earned me super-duper-awesome-wife brownie points for sure! Matt LOVES hamburger helper. Back when we actually ate it, we would always joke that I could cook for hours and he would like it but if I made Hamburger Helper he would rave about it for weeks. He's a pretty laid back guy and has willingly joined me on our Clean Eating journey (alright, he's way too lazy to cook something for himself so he just sucks it up and eats what I make but "willingly" sounded so much nicer). For every blog-worthy thing I make you can pretty much guarantee he's had to choke down two things that were not blog-worthy. He never complains while he's eating it and then at some point later that night or the next day, he will just casually say he wouldn't mind if we didn't have it again. But the one thing I know he really, really misses from our pre-Clean Eating days is Hamburger Helper. And do you want to know a dirty little secret? I do too!!
Don't get me wrong, I would never actually cook Hamburger Helper now because of the white pasta, msg, hfcs, preservatives, additives, and laundry list of chemicals they manage to squeeze into that brightly colored little box. But I used to make it about once a week when we were first married and I miss how easy and fast it was. Plus you can't beat the fact that it only dirties one pan (especially since we have no dishwasher yet in our Japanese house).
My totally awesome new friend, Christine, (hi, Christine!) watched the kids for me today while I went to the dentist so naturally I stayed and hung out (okay hid from the unpacking I was supposed to be doing) for like 4 hours afterwards drinking cup after cup of tea and cuddling the baby. Once we finally got home it was already dinner time and I hadn't planned anything. I am working on building my freezer stockpile right now since we had to empty the freezer when we moved so I wanted to whip something up fast instead of using my little stash. And all I could think was, "I wish there was a healthy version of Hamburger Helper." Well now there is. The whole family loved this and Matt agreed that it was just as good as real Hamburger Helper. Which could be read as "you cook as well as crap that you dump out of a box" but I know coming from him it's a huge compliment LOL. Super fast, super easy, and only one pan to clean. Woo hoo!
How I "healthified" it:
Ingredients:
TWO: Return browned turkey to skillet and add broccoli, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, tomato sauce, a can full of water, and mustard. Bring to a boil then reduce heat; cover and simmer 12-15 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the water is absorbed and the pasta is cooked. (If you plan on freezing the leftovers, slightly firmer pasta is better)
THREE: Turn the heat off and stir in the cheese.
Freeze leftovers in 1 1/4 cup portions using the medium/large portions method to feed your freezer stash.
Nutrition Info:
Per 1 1/4 cup serving - 339 Calories (106 Calories from Fat), 11.7 g Total Fat, 5.3g Saturated Fat, 74mg Cholesterol, 681mg Sodium, 35g Total Carbs, 5g Dietary Fiber, 3.5g Sugars, 26.7g Protein, 14% DV Vit A, 63% DV Vit C, 17% DV Calcium, 20% DV Iron
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This one earned me super-duper-awesome-wife brownie points for sure! Matt LOVES hamburger helper. Back when we actually ate it, we would always joke that I could cook for hours and he would like it but if I made Hamburger Helper he would rave about it for weeks. He's a pretty laid back guy and has willingly joined me on our Clean Eating journey (alright, he's way too lazy to cook something for himself so he just sucks it up and eats what I make but "willingly" sounded so much nicer). For every blog-worthy thing I make you can pretty much guarantee he's had to choke down two things that were not blog-worthy. He never complains while he's eating it and then at some point later that night or the next day, he will just casually say he wouldn't mind if we didn't have it again. But the one thing I know he really, really misses from our pre-Clean Eating days is Hamburger Helper. And do you want to know a dirty little secret? I do too!!
Don't get me wrong, I would never actually cook Hamburger Helper now because of the white pasta, msg, hfcs, preservatives, additives, and laundry list of chemicals they manage to squeeze into that brightly colored little box. But I used to make it about once a week when we were first married and I miss how easy and fast it was. Plus you can't beat the fact that it only dirties one pan (especially since we have no dishwasher yet in our Japanese house).
My totally awesome new friend, Christine, (hi, Christine!) watched the kids for me today while I went to the dentist so naturally I stayed and hung out (okay hid from the unpacking I was supposed to be doing) for like 4 hours afterwards drinking cup after cup of tea and cuddling the baby. Once we finally got home it was already dinner time and I hadn't planned anything. I am working on building my freezer stockpile right now since we had to empty the freezer when we moved so I wanted to whip something up fast instead of using my little stash. And all I could think was, "I wish there was a healthy version of Hamburger Helper." Well now there is. The whole family loved this and Matt agreed that it was just as good as real Hamburger Helper. Which could be read as "you cook as well as crap that you dump out of a box" but I know coming from him it's a huge compliment LOL. Super fast, super easy, and only one pan to clean. Woo hoo!
| This picture does NOT do it justice. It was so delicious that we all scarfed it down and I completely forgot to take a picture when it was hot so this serving has actually been sitting in the fridge for a few hours LOL. I'm writing this at 12:30 AM and it took a RIDICULOUS amount of willpower not to eat this serving cold after I took the pic. |
- Substituted whole wheat pasta for the white pasta.
- Used real cheese, real tomatoes, and seasonings instead of a packet of mystery chemical powders.
- Used lean ground turkey instead of ground beef.
- Added broccoli (cut up REALLY small so that you barely notice it... and it's harder to pick out).
Ingredients:
- 1.25 lbs 93% lean ground turkey (my package was 1.25 lbs but 1 lb would be fine)
- 3 cups broccoli, chopped into little pieces
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 1 1/2 tsp onion powder
- 1/2 tsp garlic powder
- 15 oz can tomato sauce
- can full of water
- 2 tsp yellow mustard (I didn't have any so I used 1 tsp mustard powder and 1 tsp vinegar)
- scant 1/2 tsp salt
- 2 1/2 cups whole wheat pasta (I used elbow macaroni)
- 1 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
TWO: Return browned turkey to skillet and add broccoli, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, tomato sauce, a can full of water, and mustard. Bring to a boil then reduce heat; cover and simmer 12-15 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the water is absorbed and the pasta is cooked. (If you plan on freezing the leftovers, slightly firmer pasta is better)
THREE: Turn the heat off and stir in the cheese.
Freeze leftovers in 1 1/4 cup portions using the medium/large portions method to feed your freezer stash.
Nutrition Info:
Per 1 1/4 cup serving - 339 Calories (106 Calories from Fat), 11.7 g Total Fat, 5.3g Saturated Fat, 74mg Cholesterol, 681mg Sodium, 35g Total Carbs, 5g Dietary Fiber, 3.5g Sugars, 26.7g Protein, 14% DV Vit A, 63% DV Vit C, 17% DV Calcium, 20% DV Iron
| Brown ground turkey |
| Dump in everything else, bring to boil, simmer 15 mins on low, remove from heat and stir in cheese |
| Matt insisted on eating his with chopsticks. He's a weirdo but we love him anyway :) |
| Admit it, you would rather spend your day cuddling this cutie than unpacking too :) |
25 Kasım 2012 Pazar
Owl's Eyes
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1 (11 ounce) package Hershey's Hugs chocolates
1 (16 ounce) package M&M's plain chocolate candy
1 (16 ounce) bag pretzel rings
Directions:
Preheat oven to 200 degrees farenheit.
Unwrap Hugs and place them on a cookie sheet.
Line it with waxed or parchment paper for best results.
Place a pretzel around the hug.
Don't worry if it doesn't drop to the base of the hug.
Bake for approximately three and a half minutes.
Immediately place an M&M in the center of the Hug and press down slightly to flatten.
Cool.
Place them in refrigerator to speed the set up process.

1 (11 ounce) package Hershey's Hugs chocolates
1 (16 ounce) package M&M's plain chocolate candy
1 (16 ounce) bag pretzel rings
Directions:
Preheat oven to 200 degrees farenheit.
Unwrap Hugs and place them on a cookie sheet.
Line it with waxed or parchment paper for best results.
Place a pretzel around the hug.
Don't worry if it doesn't drop to the base of the hug.
Bake for approximately three and a half minutes.
Immediately place an M&M in the center of the Hug and press down slightly to flatten.
Cool.
Place them in refrigerator to speed the set up process.
Missionary Monday ~ It's Autumn Time!
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This Week's Theme - It's Autumn Time! What does this season look like for you where you live?I live in Australia, and currently it's the beginning of the wet season.This beautiful tree greets me when I'm out and about.You'd think it's yellow leaves, but it's not! Those are little yellow flowers!
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
Next Week's Theme - Your Fall Decorations!Do you decorate for fall? Share your photos!(Keep in mind we'll soon have our Christmas Blog Hop!)
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