Friday, July 25, 2014

China and Germany

Here's some more lions for our viewing pleasure:

First from China:
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Funny story--that lady on the right is an aunt to my friend Kami. The lady in the middle is my friend Cherie. The two of them have been palling around in China for awhile now, and neither Kami nor I made the connection until a picture featuring the two of them showed up on this blog. Fun times.

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Kinda makes me want to get a picture of me and Kami in front of a stone lion and send it to them!

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And Germany:
(Berlin, to be exact)
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Danke (to Harmony)

(to Cherie) 

And Thank you to Google for giving me 
the Chinese Characters for "Thank 
And don't ask me why this formatting is this way. I have no idea.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Random thoughts for a Monday night

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Oh, hello there. How's it going?

For me, good. Here's a bit of the latest:

My company opened our shows last week, to rave reviews. That's always a nice result.

Sunday I taught my first lesson to adults in about seven and a half years. We had a Primary inservice meeting-the first (and probably last) of my Primary Presidency tenure. Good times.

I've been working on dishcloths lately crochet-wise. I think of all the items that I crochet, the dishcloths are probably the most useful, and arguably the most appreciated. At least by adults, at any rate.

Our experimental garden this year has been a bit of a trip. The herbs are growing like gangbusters. I planted a lettuce blend mix this year, and it is growing well also. Unfortunately, we had a salad of said lettuce about two weeks ago, and the three of us unanimously agreed that this particular lettuce mix was much too bitter for our consumption. So now we use that lettuce mix for doll salads, roly poly food, etc. On a brighter note, the tomato crop is coming along nicely, and that's really all I care about when it comes to gardening anyway.

I've been following the Kate Kelly/Ordain Women situation on and off lately. I don't really want to get into a whole treatment of it all here, but I find it all interesting and heartbreaking and fascinating and disturbing. Mostly I'm saddened by how polarizing the issue has been, and how it seems like neither the pro-OW group or the anti-OW group have anything good to say about each other, despite the fact that both groups have good people in them who are earnestly trying to do what they think is right. (I also imagine that both groups have not-so-good people in them who are perhaps not quite so earnest, but the optimist in me believes that there are more of the former than the latter in both camps). I'm not in agreement with OW's goals or methods personally (big shocker there, I know), but even so, I'm unhappy with the schism that this issue is causing with my fellow Mormon sisters.

Heather's calling to me for her bedtime songs, so this will be the last item. About a month ago I sang in a flute/vocal duet of the hymn Be Still My Soul at the Saturday night session of our Stake Conference. I had sung the song in our ward earlier this year, and our stake music chairperson happens to be in our ward and heard us, and asked us to do it again for the stake. So we did. I felt like it went well, really well in fact. Most meaningfully to me, I felt an unusual amount of peace and as I was singing the last verse:

Be still my soul: The hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Isn't it nice to think of a time when change and tears are past, and when we are safe and blessed and meeting the Lord? I doubt that it gets any better.

And with that I leave you to go upstairs and sing Heather her four bedtime songs. I get to choose two and she chooses two. I think I'll choose L-O-V-E and The Skunk Song tonight. We can't get too predictable around here, you know?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

on dolls and grandmothers

When my grandmother Iris passed away, my father and his siblings had a few different formal and informal get togethers for the purpose of divvying up the belongings. At one point towards the end of the process, my father asked me if there was anything that I particularly wanted. I told him that there was a small china doll--Spanish in nature, with a big tiered skirt that I was fond of, and that if it hadn't been spoken for, I'd love for him to get it for me.

So, he did.

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The doll isn't anything amazingly special--especially not compared to some of the other treasures that my grandmother had collected in her travels. For me though, it's more beautiful and precious than anything else that she had in her home. I keep it in my (our) bedroom, on a shelf where I can see it each day if I want to. Sometimes Heather will join me there for a little bit of cuddling or calming down or whatnot, and sometimes she'll ask me to tell her the story of the Spanish Doll.

So, I do.

When I was young, probably elementary school age, my parents went on a grown-ups only vacation, and my brother and I spent a week at Grandma & Grandpa's house while they were away. At some point during that vacation, I found this doll and was enchanted by her dainty hands, painted nails, and voluminous skirt. Not realizing that she was fragile, I took her from the shelf where she had been placed, and began dancing around the room with her, singing and imagining that she was at a magnificent ball, twirling away, being the envy of all around her, having the time of her life. Truth be told, I was having the time of my life as well.

It was just around this time that my grandmother came into the room and saw what I was doing. Kindly (in retrospect, more kindly than I might have done, were our positions reversed), she took the doll from me, explaining that it was quite fragile, and was more of a doll to be looked at rather than a doll to be played with.

I was mortified, embarrassed beyond measure. I ran upstairs to the room that was mine for the week, lay on the bed and sobbed and sobbed, crying to myself over how stupid I had been, how I should have known that this doll wasn't a plaything, how unbelievable it was that I could make such a foolish mistake.

My grandmother heard me, and mistaking my tears of remorse (at my error) for tears of frustration (that I wasn't able to continue to play), came up to the room and offered to take me on a tour of the house, looking at all her treasures. Sniffling and trying to get my breathing under control, I nodded. We then spent the next hour going through her home, taking down each doll, each piece of china, each curio one by one. She would explain to me where she got each piece, point out the distinct characteristics of each one, tell me any stories that were associated with each figure. I was riveted, and soon forgot my sorrows, lost in the fascination of each new item.

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The older that I get, the more meaning that hour has to me, and the more grateful I am to my grandmother for the service she gave me that day. She could have been angry, but instead she was compassionate. She could have been frustrated, but instead she was understanding. She could have brushed me off, let me "cool off" on my own, but instead she reached out to me, taking the time (her most precious resource) to make sure that I was okay. I don't think I'll ever forget it.

When I was a little girl, a youth and a young adult, the lesson my grandma taught me from this experience was that sometimes we do stupid things, and make errors because we don't really think things through, but mistakes are only mistakes, and we don't need to agonize over them unduly.

Now that I'm older and have children filling my life, I take a different lesson from it all, a lesson in how I can treat other people when they do things that impact me in unexpected and undesired ways. Rather than getting angry, I can be like my grandma, explaining the problem, and then showing love afterwards, even if the showing of that love inconveniences me or my plans at any given time.

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Both lessons are worth learning, in my opinion.

Thanks, Grandma.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Random Photo Friday--Ummm, no it doesn't edition

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You've got to be kidding me. Reliable Internet? I can think of about a million things that start a great summer before I'll think about reliable internet.

Thursday, July 03, 2014

My Snack Success Secret--SHARED!!!

So, in case you didn't remember, I tend to have a little collection of kids (generally girls) at my house for a bit on (almost) any given day.

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It's absolutely wonderful.

And in case you didn't know, one thing that pretty much every little kid I know likes is snacks. They walk in the door, wondering if we have any snacks. They color pictures and make paper-and-scotch-tape creations while dreaming about their next snack. They can interrupt intricate detailed games of imaginations, full of ponies who take care of baby kittens who live in jungles of licorice swamps while watching over helpless infants and simultaneously taming leopards and unicorns -- ask for a snack-- and then pick up right where they left off when the asking is done.

As they leave our house (often to go home to dinner), they will ask for a "snack for the road" (it takes them approximately fourteen seconds to go from our home to their home--not a whole lot of "road" there, but everyone knows that it's better to ask than not to ask, you know?)

And of course, the permanent resident around here is not above asking for snacks from the moment she wakes up (literally) until the moment she brushes her teeth in her pajamas.

I remember being the same way at their age. There's just something about the word "snack" that sounds more exciting, more adventurous, more delicious that the words lunch, dinner, or supper, you know? I mean, "dessert" is a pretty great word, as is "feast", and even "breakfast" and "brunch" conjure up images of deliciousness. But, it's hard to come by a feast or a brunch, and generally you aren't going to get breakfast at the house of a friend on a regular basis, and so getting a snack is about as good as it's going to get (unless you can score a dessert of course).

As a first-time mom, getting used to the "snack train" was a bit of a learning curve for me. At first I bought fruit snacks. But, those little packets are spendy. Also, I'm suspicious of items that say "fruit" on them, but have the consistency of gumdrops. How healthy can they really be? They're like the mystery meat of the vegetarian world, right? For awhile I did crackers, but they are also spendy, and they're small enough that my little patrons think they should be carried through the home, munched on at will, which leaves crumbs all over my only-vacuumed-once-weekly-if-I-can-get-away-with-it-carpet.

I do try to buy apples and baby carrots pretty consistently. They aren't the snack of choice for most of the gang (not exotic enough I suppose), but they're healthy and pretty economical, and I feel good about offering them.

(And I've found that a boring healthy snack is generally preferred to no snack at all. So, there's that.)

But, last fall, I happened upon a recipe that saved all my snack issues forever--or at least for the past ten months.

Friends, I give you:

Easy Homemade Artisan/Peasant Bread

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It's delicious, it's delightful, it's easy and about the cheapest most economical thing you can make, and the kids go wild, absolutely wild for it.

You want the recipe? Of course you do. Here you go:

(This recipe is so easy and I make this bread so much that I'm writing this down out of my own head. Can you believe it? That's a testimony in and of itself!)

Put two cups warm water in a bowl (I use my Kitchenaid)

Add 1 TBS of yeast, 3 TBS of sugar, and 2 tsp of salt. Take a spoon (I usually use the Tablespoon I've just used for the yeast and the sugar) and stir the mixture together until you don't hear any granules. That will tell you that everything is dissolved.

Add 4 cups of flour, and mix it all together. The dough will be quite sticky--unless you are like me and use 2 cups white flour and 2 cups wheat flour--then it will only be kind of sticky.

Once everything is incorporated, let it rise for about 30 minutes.

After that, put a bunch of oil on your hands ('cuz your dough is sticky--remember), and using your hand as a "knife", cut the dough in the bowl into two sections. Put the sections on your baking sheet (be sure to spray it first or use parchment paper or a Silpat) and let them rise another 20 minutes. When they have about 10 minutes to go, go ahead and start preheating your oven to 425.

Bake the bread for 10 minutes at 425, then move the temperature down to 375 and let it go an additional 15-20 minutes.

Take out your bread and enjoy it! It's nice a crusty on the outside and chewy and soft on the inside. When it's warm, there's nothing better. When it's cold, there's nothing better except for when it's warm.

(If you want a whole tutorial on the bread, complete with pictures of each step, and witty commentary from Eric's awesome sister, go here.  It is her recipe, after all.)

If you happen to have some homemade jam to go with your bread, so much the better!
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Those are some happy snackers there folks. Take it from me.
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Aw heck, you don't even have to take it from me, do you? You can tell just by looking at them!

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