God Loves Salsa

by beth on August 13, 2010

Mamacita has taken to singing “Glo­ria in excel­sis Deo” ALL.THE.TIME. at our house.

Except her four year old self appears to be doing her own thing.

Her ver­sion is more like  this:

“Gahh—Gahh—God loves a salsa table.”

After I attempted to tell her the cor­rect words, think­ing maybe she had mis­un­der­stood what the words were, she just starred at me blankly.  Then she shook her head at me & said “Um, no God does love salsa. He loves it so much He has a table full of it.”

I have no idea what to do with that except that I’m think­ing she may be right.  God might just love a good spread of salsa, an entire table full of salsa in fact. I mean salsa is pretty tasty.

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Apple Spice Bread

by beth on August 12, 2010

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Every now & again I decide to make Apple Spice Bread to break up the days.  I love the way it warms me from the inside with all the deli­cious spices.  Espe­cially when it’s fresh out of the oven, just cooled enough to cut & eat with a pat of but­ter.  Oh, wow! It’s good stuff.  It’s also a dish that every­one here loves.  It can be a snack, dessert or break­fast on the go in our family.

What You Need:

1 1/2 Cup of Apple Sauce (reg­u­lar & unsweetened)

1 Cup Brown Sugar

1 Stick of Unsalted But­ter (softened)

2 Eggs

1 Tea­spoon Vanilla

2 Cup of All Pur­pose Flour

1 Tea­spoon Bak­ing Soda

1/2 Tea­spoon Bak­ing Powder

1 Tea­spoon Cinnamon

1/2 Tea­spoon Nutmeg

1/2 Tea­spoon All Spice

1/4 Tea­spoon Salt

1/2 Cup Wal­nuts (chopped)

Top­ping:

1/4 Cup of Brown Sugar

1/2 Tea­spoon Cinnamon

1/4 Cup Wal­nuts (chopped)

Pre­heat the oven to 350 degrees

Cook for approx­i­mately 1 hr– 1 hr 15 minutes

How To Put it Together:

Sim­ple. Sift dry ingre­di­ents together in a bowl (flour, bak­ing pow­der, bak­ing soda, salt, and all spices). Put the bowl aside while you cream together other ingredients.

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In a mixer add in your apple sauce, eggs, vanilla, brown sugar, but­ter (it should be soft­ened).  Cream together in a mixer on medium-high until every­thing is incor­po­rated and creamy.  Now add in the bowl slowly, you want to have these ingre­di­ents incor­po­rate fully into the creamy mixture.

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Then add in your chopped wal­nuts.  I use a mini-food proces­sor for my wal­nuts, but you could chop them by hand as well.  If you don’t like wal­nuts or are aller­gic the leave them out.

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Make your top­ping: sim­ply chop your wal­nuts & mix them together with brown sugar & cin­na­mon.  Again I used a mini-food proces­sor ease.

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Pour into your greased  & floured pans. You can use a table­spoon of but­ter to grease & then about a 1 table­spoon of flour shake it around in the pan to the pan is coated.  You can use two 8x4 bread loaf pans or one 9x13 cake pan.  I used a cake pan here.  Once your pan(s) are filled sprin­kle your top­ping on it. Then pop in the oven bake for about 1hr to 1 hr 15minutes at 350 degrees.  I’d rec­om­mend check­ing it around the 1 hr mark, sim­ply use a tooth­pick or a knife & insert it into the bread.  When you pull it back it out if it is clean then your bread is done, if not then let it bake a lit­tle longer (check again 10–15 min­utes later).

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It def­i­nitely has more of puffy top to it in the cake pan then it would in a bread pan.  A bread pan would have given it a more even appear­ance, but I kind of like the dif­fer­ence in look.  But then again I’m weird as my fam­ily often tells me.  Point being I made apple spice bread in a cake pan & got some weird looks from the fam­ily.  With a few vari­a­tions to the recipe I could have just made apple spice cake, but no I decided to make a big old bread in a cake pan.  And yes it was good.  Very good. Well worth the weird looks.

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Into the Life of Homeschooling

by beth on August 11, 2010

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We have had our chil­dren in a pri­vate Catholic school.  I think it’s why my daugh­ter believes every blan­ket should cover her head like the Vir­gin Mary, that & the stat­ues around the house.   It’s a really great place & seri­ously she looks adorable with the blan­ket.  How­ever, this year for a vari­ety of rea­sons we had to make some dif­fi­cult deci­sions.  I mean really dif­fi­cult because it would be eas­ier if we didn’t like the peo­ple or the school.  But darn them for being good & lik­able!  Which is the deci­sion to no longer enroll the kids wasn’t easy, but was a nec­es­sary decision.

Part of the process of fig­ur­ing out what we’d do next has been talk­ing about home­school­ing (we also con­sid­ered other options).   Hav­ing had the ben­e­fit of teach­ing kids at the col­lege level who were home­schooled & then both of us being able to meet peo­ple who are home­school­ing fam­i­lies let us think maybe we could do this.  I mean not a sin­gle per­son seemed like a Chil­dren of the Corn extra, instead they all seemed nor­mal.   No one even tried to sac­ri­fice us in some weird cult-like corn rit­ual.  I know, imag­ine that?  Instead we met nor­mal peo­ple.  Funny, smart & socially com­fort­able people.

So then we read more about it (not just as a sup­ple­ment in the sum­mer like we’d been doing but as a way of life), looked at wide range of cur­ricu­lum, checked the bud­get again, looked at all sorts of ideas that don’t involve a sin­gle cur­ric­ula & every­thing else in between.  I was relieved to learn I could remain relaxed & still home­school, color cod­ing & sched­ul­ing every sec­ond of the day isn’t me.  Not that I think it doesn’t work for oth­ers, but for me I need to feel that there is flex in my day.  The thought of a color coded day laid out that I have to adhere to (even if self-imposed) causes me to break out in hives, the thought of a rhythm in a day is more me & impor­tantly more our fam­ily & our kids.

After we  talked about it & really spent a long time dis­cern­ing it we thought this life of home­school­ing seemed like some­thing that would work well for our kids, fit well in our lives, & gen­er­ally be a good expe­ri­ence for us.  The kids will also still get to see the other kids from the school because it’s part of the parish we belong to & they can par­tic­i­pate in dif­fer­ent activ­i­ties there still.

So yea…

We are offi­cially home­school­ing our kids this year.

Hold me.

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Could You Play Richard Marx For Me Casey?

by beth on August 10, 2010

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Fri­day came and went.  Sat­ur­day came and went.  I thought that after telling Mike about what Alex said that maybe it was for noth­ing.  I had opened up this big hole in our life by telling him. But I couldn’t NOT tell him, what hap­pened if Alex showed up?  I’d have to explain that & I had noth­ing to keep secret.

So I told him.  He was uncom­fort­able, but not upset.  He knew where I stood.

Then Sun­day arrived.

The day was almost over, it was late.  I was wait­ing for Mike to come home & the phone rang.  I thought it was him, he was call­ing on his way home.  I answered it.

It wasn’t Mike.

I’m out­side.”

Alex said it so plainly, so mat­ter of fact.  How do chal­lenge a fact when you don’t know what it really means?

I didn’t know what to say.

I’m inside. Guess you know that, since you called me. How come you’re call­ing me?”

Duh, I knew the answer.  Why, why, why do I ask ques­tions that I don’t want to know the answer too.  Hadn’t I learned ANYTHING?!

I’m leav­ing tonight.  Have you thought more about what I said?

I was so quiet, I didn’t want to answer that ques­tion.  My voice felt like it had been sucked from my body.  Why was he wait­ing?  Then for some rea­son I had Richard Marx in my head.  Why does my mind always cre­ate a sound­track to every event.  Seri­ously, this is an ill­ness of some sort. It must be.  I couldn’t focus on what was hap­pen­ing, but there was Casey Kasem play­ing Richard Marx of all peo­ple in my head.  Trust me, Casey even did an intro. Seri­ously, it’s gotta be an ill­ness WHO THINKS LIKE THIS?

Finally I real­ized I had to answer. I mean the song is only so long. And I found my voice.

I am stay­ing here. I’m where I want to be, I love him. I’m happy, I don’t want to leave. I’m sorry Alex, I don’t know what else to really say. I feel bad because you are a really great guy, but I’m not the one.”

He was quiet, then laughed a little.

I guess you know where you want to be then. I hope we could be friends still, maybe catch up when I’m vis­it­ing or whatever.”

Yeah, sure.”

I hope he knows what he has with you.”

I think he does, have a safe trip Alex.”

With that, we both knew that even if we talked again, it wasn’t going to be the same.  Some­times that’s the risk of putting your­self out there, you never know the out­come, but there’s no turn­ing back.

As I got off the phone, I heard Mike’s key in the door.  He was home.  And I was more cer­tain than ever before that my home was with him.

[this is part of my  “how I met your father” series]

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