Sunday, October 23, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
We love Vietnamese food in this house, especially pho. I’ve decided, even though its dirt cheap at many local restaurants, I should learn to make it. Complete with homemade broth without bouillon cubes. Would you like to come over for some? Not to toot my own horn, but it’s really good.
Question I most frequently ask Joe: Should we maybe just have cereal for dinner?
P.S. This is my 100th blog post. Given that I've had this blog for 3 years, I'd say I need to pick up my game.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
When Joe is away on business trips we have taken to playing virtual games via our iPads. Ticket to Ride and Words With Friends are our favorite.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tune in tomorrow for D, E, and F!
*Although the entire list is already written (complete with pictures) I decided to do it in installments. Like when Dickens would release his books to be published chapter by chapter in newspapers. It sounds pretentious of me. It's not. Well not quite as much as it seems. I just realize that if you don't blog for say, 3 months, that you lose some of your following. And I reason that some regular posting will help my poor neglected blog more than one mega post.
Friday, June 17, 2011
With the idea that Joe and I would be married soon, one of my New Year’s Resolutions (actually made at the end of February) was to cook dinner at least four times a week. Though it hasn’t been perfect, I’ve made a pretty honest effort and Joe and I have worked together to make this resolution a reality in a few different ways:
- I made a Google Document filled (and continually filling) with recipes to try.
- Joe bought me a blank cookbook to record successful recipes.
- Joe unloads the dishwasher so I can do the rest of the dishes. No one likes to cook in a dirty kitchen. And I hate unloading the dishwasher.
- Paying attention. Like when you put something in the oven. On Broil.
- I call my mom regularly to ask how to make gravy, what a good price for meat is, and how high do I cook this at again?
- Many of you have helped too. I think of Viki each time I pull something out of the oven with my oven mitts or put a finished product on our beautiful green plates. I think of Sister Lybbert whenever I put on my apron. I think of Brenda when I use my orange bowls and again when I think of she and Shelly while using my pots and pans. I think of Donna when I make waffles. I think of Rachel when I use my cookie sheets. And I think of many more of you when I use something bought with gift cards or cash.
- Praying. No joke. Prayers go something like this, “Oh! Please don’t let the chicken be burnt again…I’m trying really hard here, would Thou mind filling in the blanks...Even when the “blank” is leaving the stove on high and it’s my fault?”
Maybe you remember from your first attempts at cooking on a regular basis that it’s not always easy. Things take much longer than they should. For a few weeks Joe and I were eating supper at 10:00pm, even though I had started at 4:30pm…and it’s nothing but meat and potatoes with a 5-hour-old wilting salad on the side because you forgot you should maybe make the salad at the end, while things are cooking, not at the beginning when your meat is still frozen.
It’s discouraging and encouraging in alternating breaths. It’s hard work. It’s a job that needs repeating every. single. day. It takes pep-talks like, “This is kinda hard, but it will be rewarding. It will taste good. You’re not bad at this, you’re just learning. It’s always worth it at the end of the day. Always…except for that one time when you had to throw dinner out because it was inedible. That wasn’t worth it…But this will be!”
And it was while I was making dinner that I realized that dinner and marriage have a lot in common.
It takes Joe and me both working to make it successful. It takes planned effort sometimes. It takes paying close attention to wants and needs. It takes calling up my mom or friends to ask, “How do I do this?” one more time. It takes all of you who give advice and encouragement. It takes praying that after all of your hard work Heavenly Father will fill in the blanks. Even when you’ve left the heat on high and said nasty things to your husband, even when you really didn’t want to or mean to. It takes realizing that sometimes the marital equivalent of nachos and cold cereal is just as good as your 15-step recipes and that it all evens out and that both get you fed. It takes remembering that it is always worth it, even when it turns out still needing salt in the end. It takes work. Daily work. And it really is worth it.
It’s a question of eternity that always needs answering.
(Hard at Work)
*P.S. Does anyone have ideas of what I can make for dinner tonight?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
If you give a bird some birdseed he’ll probably really like it.
And when he really likes it he’ll probably come so often that you decide to name him “Puck.”*
And when you name him Puck, he’ll decide this new place for food is a good place to bring lots of friends.
And when that happens you’ll really enjoy watching the birds outside of your kitchen window all day long.
And because the birds like your birdseed so much, they eat it pretty quickly.
And when they eat it pretty quickly, you’ll fill it up every couple of days.
And when you start replenishing the food so often the squirrels will begin to notice.
And when the squirrels first start coming you might think they are kind of cute and fun to watch.
But then the squirrels come so often they start scaring away the birds.
And then more squirrels come.
And then one day you might see a squirrel double-fisting your birdseed.
And this might make you angry. No one likes being taken advantage of by a greedy squirrel.
So you might start to bang on the windows to scare the squirrels away.
And when you bang on the windows the squirrels will probably just run a few feet away and “hide.”
And when the squirrels “hide” you might pretend you don’t see them while you casually walk outside and turn on the hose.
And when you turn on the hose…you might spray the squirrels.
And when you spray the squirrels enough times, well, they stop coming by.
So when you give a bird some birdseed…get a hose.
*1. Because my bird-friend and Noah Puckerman have matching mohawks.
*2. And because I like Puck from Midsummer Night’s Dream.