Making memories one day at a time.......and then I write about it.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Thanksgiving break Part One.



Yes, part one! It was a busy weekend that we jammed as much as we possibly could have into it.

There was the obvious, spending time with family on Thanksgiving Day eating ourselves into a blissfully bloated state. A day spent with cousins, aunts, and uncles. Food, games, laughing, eating......and did I get any of it on camera? Noooo. Don't ask.

There is a rule in this household. If we do something once and I like it, it becomes tradition. You do NOT want to mess with me and my traditions. It's the Jewess in me.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving we started a tradition several years ago. It's a tradition cuz......we did it.....I liked it......IT'S TRADIIITIOOOOOOOOON!



The Saturday after Thanksgiving we go and get our Christmas tree.




We have a system that works pretty darn well. We make The SM get up super early in the dark and cold......drive down south many miles and minutes....and sit in the freezing cold outside of the forest service building waiting in line for a permit.....while the rest of us stay in our warm and cozy beds for another few hours.




After The SM has been sitting in the cold freezing off his bahootie we time it just right so when he pays for the permit we drive up all nice and toasty and warm and let The SM get into the truck with us as we drive into the wild yonders ready to find thee perfect Christmas tree.




It has to be the most beautiful tree in the entire forest so we follow the Pied Piper like little mice scouting and looking.




"What do you think of this one mice"?




The tape measure is brought forth to see if the tree will be able to fulfill it's full capacity. In other words......will it reach clear up to the very top of the vaulted ceiling.....



Doesn't matter that the house the tree is going to be stuffed in for a month isn't big enough for a tree of such monstrous proportions......who needs furniture?




All are asked for their opinions. Some of us take the decision making more seriously than others......




This one has the right idea.....just stay out of the way.....try to blend in with her surroundings......they all know that the mum gets the final word.




Tick....tick.......tick......what will mom decide?




This one says, "Yes, let's get this tree"!




Done! We'll take this one please and thank you forest for your offering.




This is always my favorite part.....watching The SM engineer the tying of the tree up on Clifford's back. Good ol' Clifford......he's carried many a Christmas tree home for us.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Crackpot Tuesdays and a little bit of Rudolph


When one spoon isn't enough...

It's crackpot Tuesday! Since last week was Thanksgiving I thought I'd put up a recipe that you can use left over turkey in. It's a good one. Five stars every time. We got this recipe from The SM's sister.....one of them.....he has many.

It is called, "Country Chicken Soup". Ya, I know. It says chicken and I told you left over turkey......work with me. I'm going to give you the original recipe BUT you can use left over turkey okay? Phew! Some people get riled up over the tiniest things.

"Country Chicken Soup"

1 chopped onion
1/2 bag baby carrots
2 stalks celery
3 tsp. salt
1 tsp. pepper
3/4 tsp. basil
1/2 tsp. thyme
3 TBL. parsley flakes
1 whole chicken fryer
8 cups water
1 pkg. egg noodles (uncooked)

Place everything in crackpot, except noodles. Cover and cook on low 8 hrs. (High 5 hrs.) One hour before serving, remove chicken and cool slightly. Remove meat from bones and return meat to crackpot. Add noodles. Turn to high. Cover and cook one hour.

For left over turkey or chicken, follow the above recipe except add your left over cooked meat.



You will want to add some of this since your meat won't be cooking all day making broth. This stuff is the best. This stuff makes gravy rock!

Now, the recipe called for a pkg. of egg noodles and I'm okay with that in a pinch it's just...if you can make and add homemade egg noodles to your soup.....your family will love you forever. They'll rub your feet with lotion after they've drawn you a nice hot bath where you'll soak for an uninterrupted hour. If you live alone...take some to your neighbors.....preferably your single neighbors please. Thank you. You won't be single much longer and if you want to remain single.....don't share......I'm just warnin'.

There is a grandma that lives down the street from us who has made us these noodles from time to time. She knows how to win over The Natives affections. I begged her awhile back to show me how to make these because someday when she can't make them for us anymore.....I'm gonna have an uprising on my hands and it won't be pretty!

P.S. I am neither a photographer or a food blogger.....you get what you pay for.

So, without further a-doo....I'm gonna show you how to make homemade egg noodles like grandma M taught me:



Eggs. You need lotsa eggs. I use nine because there are nine of us in this household. If it were me....I'd use close to that (about an egg per person) because if you don't have left overs the Natives get very very cranky. Make sure you have chicken poo on your egg shells too. It adds extra flavor and protein like ashes and bugs when camping.




Oil and salt. 1/3 cup oil and 1 TBL. salt. I know! It sounds like a lot of salt but don't worry. The poo on the egg shells cancels it all out.




Throw the eggs, oil, and salt into you mixer. Any mixer or by hand if you've the biceps. I don't and The SM was busy.




Give it a good whirl.




Flour. This part is a bit tricky. Most people add too much flour to their baking. You want your dough to be sticky. Don't be afraid of sticky. Sticky is your friend when making bread....rolls......noodles.....cinnamon rolls....




See? This looks sticky. It is perfect. Trust me! I know sticky.




Generously flour your counter top, your kitchen table, your kitchen floor if it is clean enough......where ever you are going to roll out your dough. Still shuddering over the sticky? Don't cuz see? More flour! It all works out.




Dump your dough onto your floured surface area and roll your dough in the flour. Don't knead it! Just cover your dough in flour. We're going to take care of that sticky.




Roll out your dough about an 1/8th inch thick and then drown your dough in flour again. Go ahead. Get crazy. Cover that sucker in flour. You need a good amount of flour for the next step. I know I told you earlier to go light on the flour. That was then. This is now. Think like a politician.




Now you are going to roll your dough like you would cinnamon rolls. We don't want the dough sticking together so make sure you have enough flour on top of the dough and under it as you roll, unlike cinnamon rolls where you'd want all of that cinnamon....br. sugar.....butter....nuts.......to stick together in a gooey....sorry...we're making noodles.....not cinnamon rolls.



Why are we not making cinnamon rolls?



Don't worry if it isn't perfect. You don't want perfect or everyone will think you bought these from the store. Crappy looking is good here.



Now, grab you a serrated knife and start cutting your noodles. Don't worry about cutting your counter tops. Just make sure The Natives that you've threated and told you'd string up if ever you caught them cutting with out a cutting board are in school or send them out back to chop some wood.



I like mine about a 1/2 inch wide.



Now for the fun part. If you have a Native begging to help let them at the noodles. Try to keep as much flour as you can on the noodle as you drop them into the soup. The flour becomes your thickener.



Doesn't this look fun? Parental note: Don't let them do this alone...don't let them burn themselves okay cuz I don't want you suing me....thank you.



Mmmm, now stand back and watch the magic happen. Watch as the noodles take on a life of their own and grow so big you run scrambling to find another pot as noodles wriggle over the sides of your stock pot. True story! It's the growth hormones. Not sure but I think it has something to do with the chicken poo on the egg shell.



Bon Apetite! Serve these up quick because if you don't........



You have one of these on your hands.....and it aint pretty...a baby Native who is starving!

And because it is December first, for your enjoyment Levi will now sing for you, "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" with a little help from The SM.

Please ignore the howling and cackling in the background......The Natives had just finished eating home made egg noodles and they were full....content....happy....obnoxious......

Monday, November 30, 2009

Bragging moment! I'm allowed.......I'm the Mum.



We've started a new adventure in this household. It is called following this Native to wrestling meets, cheering and making fools of ourselves, and when it is all over realizing that I must be clenching my jaw the entire time because it is so sore and my whole body is shaking. INTENSE doesn't even cut it!



This Native (the one in the blue BYU shirt) came to The SM and I and told us he wanted to try his hand at wrastlin'. Beings as The SM was a wrastler in his day I knew I didn't stand a chance in the world from keeping my little baby boy out of the arena!

Two weekends ago we took this Native and headed down south to a tournament. I had noooo idea what we were in for. As we pulled up to the high school and saw the entire parking lot filled with cars this Native said, "oh boy". I assured him all of those cars couldn't possibly be for the tournament. There must be a basketball game or volleyball game.......cricket? Perhaps an under water basket weaving competition but definitely not there for wrastlin'.

I've a lot to learn. Rule number one: When going to a wrastlin' tournament.....don't bring the younger Native's. Sitting on their bahooties in the bleachers for four hours gets very very very boring. Unless their older brother is out on the mat wrastlin' and then it gets exciting for about five minutes. Then you are back to picking lint out of your belly button.

When it is all over and your son has wrastled five matches you take photos of him waiting with his coach and The SM to find out where he placed in the tournament.



And you hear your sons name announced and he is given a medal.........



Which he places around his neck.......



And then you make him stand there with his coach while you take pictures of him cuz you are so stinkin' proud.

This Native has never wrastled before, this was his first tournament, (he'd wrastled in one small meet previous to this) and he got the silver!

I taught him all those moves by the way.......just don't tell his coach. I wouldn't want his coach out of a job.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I am thankful for.....




a lot of things but today I want to talk about The SM. He says he wishes I'd quit talking about him on my blog because it embarrasses him. Me? Embarrass someone? Naw!

Seventeen and a half years ago The SM was hit in the head really hard. The end result....he married me. I'd apologize but it was the only way I could get him to look in my direction! While he was still loopy and not seeing right I made him promise to marry me. True story!

Soon there after, the first Native was on the way and so was everything I tried to eat. On the way up. Seven Natives later and finally good health!

Well, things don't always turn out like we plan and once again, The SM has stepped up to the plate. The SM has never been one to come home, put up his feet while grabbing the remote, and ask what is for dinner. He walks in, grabs me for a kiss, rolls up his sleeves, and dives in helping where ever help is needed. Dinner, diaper changing, baby feedings, The Native's homework, etc.

Over the past year I have watched this man that I am so in love with it should be illegal take on not only the role of daddy but also mommy, breadwinner, and continue in his church callings. The load he carries on his big broad shoulders is immense and not once has he complained.

When he is weary at the end of the day many times he has carried me up to bed, tucking me in, and then rubs my feet with lotion. I love having my feet rubbed.......and then he goes to his computer and continues to put in hours and hours researching trying to find a cure for WNV.

Sigh.....what can I say? The man is sexy. Very very sexy and I love him and am thankful for him.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving to all! What are you thankful for?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Crackpot Tuesdays


Photo by Taste of Home


Levi was supposed to pick the crackpot meal. I say supposed because it went something like this:

(The Mum places the cookbooks before Levi)

Mum: Levi what do you want for dinner?

(Levi starts flipping through the colored photos)

Levi: I want this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one....

Mum: Levi you have to pick just one!

Levi: And this one and this one and this one and this one and this one......

Mum: Levi, you like lasagna. How about this lasagna one?

Levi: I like lasagna and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one.

Mum: Levi, how about this one with rice? You really like rice.

Levi: I like rice and this one and this one and this one....

What's a Mum to do? I chose for him. I found a recipe that I had all of the ingredients for and didn't have to haul my lazy bahootie off to the grocery store. I chose Chicken a La King. With Levi in mind of course.....because he likes rice and this one and this one and this one.......

Our verdict? I think I put too much Tabasco sauce in The Native's bottles when they were babies. We thought it was bland. Needs more spicing up so we gave it three stars. Easily could be four stars with more salt and cayenne pepper. Also, I would suggest putting the gr. peppers in with the frozen peas at the end unless you like slimy soggy peppers. If you do, then feel free to put them in in the beginning like the recipe says. It's your crackpot! Also, I didn't have just frozen peas. I had frozen peas and carrots which actually turned out nice since I didn't have any pimientos in my pantry.....who does? I didn't know that people actually bought and put those things in their food until about a year ago. I thought when green olives were born they had a red gizzard that when passed around at Thanksgiving were pulled out of the gr. olive and flicked at each other....

Monday, November 23, 2009

He's eleven!!



This Native turned eleven last week! Being the totally cool rad parents that we are, we haven't celebrated yet BUT, Mr. M got a cool new uniform cuz he's hit A major milestone. He's no longer a cub. He has graduated from the blue uniform to the manly khaki.



Every totally cool scouter needs a Boy Scout baseball cap with LED lights!!




He is now a full fledged Boy Scout.....heaven help me.....



Mr. M received his Arrow of Light, walked across the bridge from Cubs into Scouts, and earned all TWENTY of his Webelos pins. Guess what? Wanna know what Webelos stands for? We Be Loyal Scouts. I've been in this program waaaay too long and have how many more to go?



So, we haven't actually gotten to the celebrating part yet...that happens later this week but we did ask Mr. M what he wanted for dinner and he said corn dogs. I am soooo surprised...... I'm way cool with that being the totally hipster mom that I am so I was ready to go out and buy a box of ridiculously healthy frozen corn dogs but noooooo! Not in this house!




The SM took the reigns and said if Mr. M wanted corn dogs we were going to do it Rubow style. Bigger, badder, better. It's a guy thing. Home made, deep fried, jumbo hot dogs in the center, corn dogs! As you can see, Mr. M was thrilled..

Oh and P.S. Mr. M? Your dad would like his sun glasses back.....

Friday, November 20, 2009

I wanna love song for me!

As I have stated before, when I am driving in the car with The Natives we like to crank the music and belt along. It isn't pretty but it is what we do. We love and sing all sorts of genres and it's great! That is.....until lately. I've been really getting bugged. I have noticed that every love song out follows the same theme.

Blue eyes.....blond or red hair. I've even heard songs about green eyes! Have you EVER heard a song about the color of cow pie eyes and stringy brown hair? Neither have I!

What pray tell, is wrong with eyes the color of cow patties and hair that has sticky syrup in it left over from the hug that was given by a little Native? HUH? And while I'm on this subject......how come no one ever writes songs about the way a mother moves after she's birthed a gazillion gremlins.....or the way her behind has epileptic fits as she walks down the street! Or a belly button that used to be an inny but is now a stretchy?

This is love baby AND IT'S SEXY! Sniff!

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and put some heat on my neck because I took a walk this morning and the after shocks from my jiggling backside sent seismic activity up my back and dislocated my neck!