Sunday, March 6, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Story starters
She's painting with watercolors, and humming a song. Strawberry Shortcake's seeds are brown, surrounded by characteristic red. He's home sick, still pale after weeks and weeks of "why won't you get better?" Sick and tired of school, and the push to perform even when natural instinct says "relax and enjoy".
It's been a homeschool day anyway, nearly filled a book with "What if dogs wore shoes" and "if cats could read" or "people lived under water". I asked and then I quoted in my own handwriting, my work and labor, to show him I valued his thinking and "look, this is fun!" He finally wrote his own, with 1st grade-encouraged spelling.
What if an owl liked to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? "Then evry time he makes one I'll steal it." Spends all his stories committing crimes. Stealing jewels from the slow hippo who was king of the world, ice cream from the ice cream shop owning turtle (again, too slow).
But don't ask a homeschooled sick kid with school-earned skills in writing and reading, "What if it never stopped raining?" Because then he'll "hope school is cancelled, yay!", despite your reminder that he's such a good reader, writer, and thinker because he learns there.
It's been a homeschool day anyway, nearly filled a book with "What if dogs wore shoes" and "if cats could read" or "people lived under water". I asked and then I quoted in my own handwriting, my work and labor, to show him I valued his thinking and "look, this is fun!" He finally wrote his own, with 1st grade-encouraged spelling.
What if an owl liked to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? "Then evry time he makes one I'll steal it." Spends all his stories committing crimes. Stealing jewels from the slow hippo who was king of the world, ice cream from the ice cream shop owning turtle (again, too slow).
But don't ask a homeschooled sick kid with school-earned skills in writing and reading, "What if it never stopped raining?" Because then he'll "hope school is cancelled, yay!", despite your reminder that he's such a good reader, writer, and thinker because he learns there.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
On sale at Zulily's
Now, planning ahead for a five year old's birthday, a daughter who has yet to reach 4 1/2...is easy. Because I get to indulge all those "when I was homeschooling" desires. Emphasizing to my child an author loved throughout my childhood.
She can quietly celebrate her half-birthday this March, with nary a clue of what I am plotting. A preschool-based education where Richard Scarry's our teacher, no, our best friend.
Finding our ABC's everywhere, learning to count to ten in English AND Spanish, also by tens and up to a hundred. Plus stickers, tons.
(click the pics)
Monday, February 7, 2011
Shopping at Wal-mart
We're becoming converts, but only to the groceries. Was a bleu cheese dip right there up front with the produce, Marketside...all natural. So of course last night, on our trip home from the cabin, had to stop at Crookston's. Most perfectly-sized Wal-mart (comparable to Target) on the planet.
Filled up the cart with my Braeburns and oranges, plus an orange pepper for tonight's balsamic chicken noodle bowl. Husband LOVES it, and so do the children. It's kind of like an olive oil type of nourishment laced with layers upon layers of dried basil. Add balsamic, and garlic.
Making this loaf of cheesy garlic bread for my family, since a particular garlic parmesan french bread loaf called me out for $1.50. Nothing like gooey bready goodness to accompany a meal of linguine pasta, plus the dressing. Going to add walnuts this time even, toasted.
Filled up the cart with my Braeburns and oranges, plus an orange pepper for tonight's balsamic chicken noodle bowl. Husband LOVES it, and so do the children. It's kind of like an olive oil type of nourishment laced with layers upon layers of dried basil. Add balsamic, and garlic.
Making this loaf of cheesy garlic bread for my family, since a particular garlic parmesan french bread loaf called me out for $1.50. Nothing like gooey bready goodness to accompany a meal of linguine pasta, plus the dressing. Going to add walnuts this time even, toasted.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Everybody needs a caramel sauce
If you're like Melanie, and unafraid to try to analyze every recipe that crosses your path, then you'll have your own batch of homemade caramel sauce waiting for you in the fridge. Right beside, of course, that hot fudge syrup that might (or might not) come in handy at any minute.
Being an accomplished chef like Melanie is, self-trained, makes others want to wander precariously through her footsteps. And find for their own selves, that cooking ain't so hard, in fact it's downright explorable...especially when you have all the right recipes.
To begin with, of course.
Because then, you begin scouring the shelves of your own library, taking home classics like BLUE RIBBON RECIPE WINNERS, or something similarly titled. Definitely filled with bakers and chefs. Damn! You'll have to buy it used then.
Being an accomplished chef like Melanie is, self-trained, makes others want to wander precariously through her footsteps. And find for their own selves, that cooking ain't so hard, in fact it's downright explorable...especially when you have all the right recipes.
To begin with, of course.
Because then, you begin scouring the shelves of your own library, taking home classics like BLUE RIBBON RECIPE WINNERS, or something similarly titled. Definitely filled with bakers and chefs. Damn! You'll have to buy it used then.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Twisted
It wasn't really about the pairings of luxurious foods that drove me to craft that last blogpost. I'm just dancing full-heartedly and yes joyfully in so many spaces in my life, it's incredible. Fancying up that area there, moving forward. Taking it easier on myself for all of life's great regrets, you know, none of them?
Because I'm slowly getting over it everyday, back to my old self, my whole self. That one who lived heartily? With very few missteps, and riding through the tedious sections, but making life work for ME again. Oh, and I'm pregnant.
Because I'm slowly getting over it everyday, back to my old self, my whole self. That one who lived heartily? With very few missteps, and riding through the tedious sections, but making life work for ME again. Oh, and I'm pregnant.
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