Project 365, Day 33 (Fri w/SL)

It is a sad thing when a man feels like an intruder in his own blog, but such are the straits to which we have come. Kathy is off gallivanting, and so it falls to me to stay up late blogging, tweaking the timestamps so people don’t know how late I was up and writing.

Today was Sarah Lucinda’s special day, and she didn’t really want to play a game. Instead, she asked me to play on the floor with her. She had dragged a number of dollhouses and castles into a circle and had nearly 50 little people (mostly Polly Pockets and Playmobil people) all talking to one another in falsetto voices. We played on the floor for the better part of an hour, acting out a day in the life of a man with 9 children (or it may have been 11, I lost count). The family had carrots for dinner, which was appropriate, since we ‘real people’ also had carrots (except we had a yummy roast, noodles, other veggies and homemade biscuits, left for us by our sweet Kathy).


For some reason, the parents of the family slept in the attic. I’m trying not to read too much significance into that.

Sarah is a sweet girl and she is a lot of fun to play with. I was surprised at how quickly the time passed; we ended by reading The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round and then singing each verse.


Here’s a sweet co-op girl.

Today was co-op day, and for no particularly good reason, I was about 13 minutes late to pick up the kids. Most of them were out playing in traffic (well, in the parking lot anyway) but Sarah was patiently waiting in her classroom. I asked her if she was worried (one of her brothers is often dismayed by late parents) and she said, in a sing-song little voice, “No, I just waited.”

I have a lot of deep and subtle thoughts on my heart, and you would think that I would take this opportunity to write some of them down, but I need to pace myself. Besides, this is technically Kathy’s Project 365 post, so I can’t really wax too eloquent on a borrowed soapbox.

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It’s David’s Special Day. He will be 6 in the middle of this month. My goodness! Right now he is very worried that we haven’t bought him any presents. He’s not sure we have enough time to get them. These are pressing concerns.

david and sarah

Surely his sister, Sarah, will buy him something fun for his birthday!

In lieu of this worry, I do have to ask a few questions. First of all, what does he possibly want that he hasn’t already gotten for Christmas? If you ask him, he struggles to come up with something. I think he just enjoys the IDEA of presents (and really, as someone who has just a hint – cough – of “gifts” as a love language, I can’t blame him). Also I am a bit amused at the idea that it would take such a long time to buy him some presents. If we were ordering something online, then yes, it would require planning, but a trip to the store (Wal-Mart, Target, and Fred Meyer are all within 20 minutes of our home not to mention Toys R Us up by the mall) hardly needs days and days of planning.

I understand his cry – “I’m special! Don’t forget about me. Don’t forget about my birthday! Celebrate me!!” – and in a big family I can understand the fear of being overlooked.

david smiles

Really, who could overlook this special little guy?

He must not fully comprehend what kind of a celebrating mother and generous, gift buying father he has. His birthday will NOT be forgotten. We will prepare and decorate and celebrate. There will be LOTS of presents (of one form or another). His siblings will thoroughly join in the partying – with gifts and general merrymaking. Don’t worry David!

Today was the end of swim lessons for this session.

david sitting pool

David has rapidly progressed up the ranks of swim classes. I guess he was right when he told me he was doing well. He went from Pike to Super Pike and, this time, got the notice that he can register for Eels next. Such a heady pace of advancement!

there he goes

There he goes!

there he falls

And there he falls–not really, but that last jump did wear him out!

Sweet Sarah, meanwhile, plugs along in Pike, session after session. Lol.

sarah swimsI'm a pike

I’m a pike!

After class I couldn’t resist taking some pictures of David and Sarah in front of the beautiful mural that is along the wall behind the hot tub, in the corner of the pool room.

david and the snake
sarah and the flowersthey're silly

Don’t bite our fingers!

I had a meeting this evening so I wasn’t home to snap pictures of David and Tim playing Age of Empires for their game time. I know they had a great time because David was all smiles when I returned home.

This weekend my parents come for a visit. Whee!! David and Sarah will surely impress them with their new swimming skills. We are all excited to see them.

Happy Special Day, David!!

Kathy

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Dough Boys

Can a beautiful, leather couch really be nicknamed ‘Dough Boy?’ Does this match the sophisticated, high class image we’re trying to create? Oh wait, we don’t have a chance to create (much less maintain) such an image. We’ll have to stick with ‘comfortable, relaxed, and well-lived in.’ That sounds more like our style (whether by choice or compulsion).

david the dough boy

Mind you, some would say ‘Cream Puff’ is a terrible name for a beautiful, cream, leather recliner. Sounds like a poodle or a nickname for your junior high girlfriend. My family seized upon the name, but then they have a strong fondness for cream puffs. Rachel requested them as a dessert for our Christmas party (a la Costco and, of course, sold in a large tub) and they were a huge hit.

cream puffs

So ‘Cream Puff’ is here to stay. I’m still debating about ‘Dough Boy’ but I suspect I am fighting a losing battle. Especially since Tim has put his foot down, or rather his feet up (on the comfy couch).

Of course, in my research (and you must do much research when naming a piece of furniture) the term Dough Boys (spelled as one word) has a long and interesting history.

In this instance I am referring to doughboys, as in the military term for the soldiers who fought in World War I. Not, as may have originally been assumed, the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Just wanted to be sure we were clear on things. I did, however, stumble on a whole line of cartoons around the little Pillsbury guy that had me chuckling. I had to post this one as it makes me think of some friends over at the SHS loop who are occasionally feeling down and tired.

cartoon

I also came across Doughboy Pools which claim to be “The Original Portable Pool.” But I digress.

Wikipedia defines doughboy as a “now-outdated slang term for an American infantryman, best known from its use in World War I, although it potentially dates back to the Mexican-American War of 1846-48.”

dough boy

In a historical context, there are many theories on where exactly the name originated. For more information than you could ever want on the term, click here.

I’ll post just a couple random comments from the article (An Interim Report By Website Editor Michael E. Hanlon):

“The expression doughboy, though, was in wide circulation a century before the First World War in both Britain and America, albeit with some very different meanings. Horatio Nelson’s sailors and Wellington’s soldiers in Spain were both familiar with fried flour dumplings called doughboys, the predecessor of the modern doughnut…”

I’m feeling just a wee bit hungry. It’s been a while since dinner.

“Independently, in the former colonies, the term had come to be applied to baker’s young apprentices, i.e. dough-boys. Again, American soldiers probably were familiar with this usage. This version of doughboy was also something of a distant relative to “dough-head”, a colloquialism for stupidity in 19th Century America.”

Nice! Why is it that something with the word ‘head’ in it is automatically an insult? Mr. Potato head notwithstanding.

“The Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang cites several sources from the War with Mexico showing doughboy to be a nickname for the infantry including:

We “doughboys” had to wait for the artillery to get their carriages over.
N.J.T. Dana [An infantryman]

No man of any spirit and ambition would join the “Doughboys” and go afoot.
Samuel Chamberlain [A Dragoon]

And then, of course, there are the extensive theories that surround the origin of the title. I am still amazed that there has been this much discussion on the topic – enough to warrant more than one hypothesis. Not to leave you hanging, here they are:

The Baked Goods Theory
The Button Theory
The Pipe Clay Theory
The Adobe Theory

I must admit that I have done no further research (as mentioned earlier, this is really more information than most people care to know and I am definitely one of those people) so I can’t truly verify the validity of this report. Still, would goggle lead me wrong??

With that I leave you to carry on. Meanwhile I have a strange craving for donuts.

Kathy

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Have to share these pictures

I couldn’t end my blogging without posting these pictures. Some fun shots here.

Grandma and Grandpa with the Grandkiddies:

sarah and g'mag'ma and g'pa and family

Black and White shots of Sarah upstairs:

sarah

Sarah’s attempt to take my pictures. Ha!

k's vest

My two sweet girls:

the three girls

Joshua reading and waiting (patiently??) for the rest of us to come and start our couch time/reading.

joshua waits

The older children (perhaps feeling poor after Christmas) all jumped at the opportunity to wash the cars for cash. Daniel had gone off at this point but worked on the van alongside Rachel.

spraying rachelrachel sprays againjoshua washes daddy's car

That’s pretty much it. The kids are excited as my parents are arriving from Michigan on Saturday. I don’t know how we’ll keep our blog pictures to a reasonable number. Tim will surely keep me in line. He and I blog differently – I use more pictures and he uses more words. Aren’t we a wonderful team!!

A friend sent me all sorts of name possibilities for our cream couch. Some of her suggestions were: sugar loaf, brioche, dough boy, eclair, cream, marshmallow, etc. How fun! Tim immediately seized upon the name “Dough Boy” and has insisted we keep it. hmmm. We certainly have a yummy sounding set of furniture. What shall we call the orange chair???

orange chair

Kathy

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Recipes and Veggies and other Tales

I’ve been thinking about the subject of cooking these days. I’ve known average, good, and excellent chefs in my travels through life’s meals but have often wondered what is it that determines their status. Is it presentation? Variety? The ability to follow a recipe? Creativity?

Some illuminating (or at least amusing) quotes:

“The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go she went.”
Saki

“The qualities of an exceptional cook are akin to those of a successful tightrope walker: an abiding passion for the task, courage to go out on a limb and an impeccable sense of balance.”
Bryan Miller

“A good cook puts something of himself into the preparation — he cooks with enjoyment, anticipation, spontaneity, and he is willing to experiment.”
Pearl Bailey, Pearl’s Kitchen (1973)

“HAM AND EGGS – A day’s work for a chicken; A lifetime commitment for a pig.”

“A clever cook, can make….good meat of a whetstone.”
Erasmus

“Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.”
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four; unless there are three other people.”
Orson Welles

Recently I’ve been enjoying two new cookbooks and sensing, in them, the possibility of becoming a better cook. Also I have been blessed by some creative chefs in my acquaintance. One of whom came to my home and prepared this amazing salad (Thanks Jennifer!!) that introduced me to several new wonderful green vegetables.

rainbow chard?

Name this vegetable!

Jen's salad

Jen’s delicious salad.

After enjoying the leftovers of this salad for several days, I went to the grocery store today and bought large bags of fresh fruits and vegetables. The kids were thrilled to have the fruit bowl stocked again and snacked on strawberries all day.

veggies

For dinner tonight I put these greens together to make a yummy salad. I’m afraid it was a bit stretching for my (“I would be fine with iceburg lettuce”) family but at least two of them ate a big plate full. Jen introduced me to bok choy and I am already a HUGE fan. It’s sweet and crispy and perfect in salads. I haven’t tried it cooked but I read at this organic greens site that it is also good in stir-frys.

I have been so bored and frustrated with vegetables lately. I eat a fairly healthy diet that includes a hearty serving of vegetables at both lunch and dinner. After almost two years of following this food plan, I’m a little tired of the vegetables I’ve been preparing. How lovely to discover some new things to add to my repertoire. Several of the greens are ones I’ve avoided, fearing they would be bitter in a salad. Instead, I was thrilled to discover swiss chard and kale have subtle, pleasant flavors; perfect for a green salad.

I’ve already mentioned this cookbook but I want to bring it up again in order to share a recipe or two. Perfect Recipes for Having People Over by Pam Anderson

cookbook

I’ve made the cornbread muffins twice and they have been a huge hit each time. They are easy to prepare and cook beautifully.

Moist Savory Corn Muffins
1 can (14.75) creamed corn
2 cups yellow cornmeal
1 cup buttermilk
2 large eggs
8 tbs butter, melted
1 cup flour
1 tbs sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda

Heat oven to 450 degrees. Set 12 cup muffin tin in over to heat while you make batter.

Put creamed corn in microwaveable dish and heat until comes to a full boil. Stir in 1 cup of cornmeal to make a thick, pasty mush (if not stiff, microwave another 30 seconds). Whisk in buttermilk, eggs and butter.

Mix remaining 1 cup cornmeal with flour, sugar, salt, baking powder and baking soda. Pour wet ingredients into dry ones and stir until just combined.

Remove muffin tin, spray with cooking spray. Fill tins. Bake 15 minutes (until golden brown). Serve.

This evening I made the Yorkshire Pudding/Popovers recipe from the same book.

1 1/2 cups instant (quick mixing) flour, such as Wondra
1 tsp salt
1 1/2 cups nonfat milk
4 large eggs
2 tbs butter, melted

Mix flour and salt in medium bowl. Mix milk, eggs, and butter in small bowl. Pour egg mixture into flour mixture; stir until smooth. Spray muffin pan with cooking spray. Fill 3/4 full.

Set oven to 425. Bake for 35 minutes (starting with cold oven and w/o opening oven door).

These puffed up so beautifully I had to call the children in to come and see the yummy sight.

kids looking

kids smiling

The pictures I took of the popovers while they were baking in the oven didn’t come out and I was too busy putting the rest of dinner together to capture the finished product on film. Unfortunately I thought they looked like they were browning too fast in the oven so I took them out before the 35 minutes were up – they rose beautifully and then fell just as beautifully. Thankfully they were absolutely delicious and no one seemed to mind their fallen state at all. I will try these again soon.

The other cookbook that is the focus of my attention these days is Sunday Suppers: Informal American Home Cooking by Melanie Barnard (who seems to have also written several cookbooks for William Sonoma). My aunt (one of those excellent chefs that I noted earlier) gave me this book for Christmas. I believe when someone whom you admire gives you a present regarding their talents and gifts you should give it some careful consideration. I spent a good portion of the day reading/devouring the recipes in this cookbook (at stop lights, while waiting for the children at the Y, when I should have been making dinner). This book, in particular, carries the unique distinction of personal, hand-written notations from my aunt in the margins of her favorite recipes. What a precious addition to an already yummy book.

I am eager to get into the kitchen and start mixing and stirring. I hardly ever cook with lamb or pork and there are several delicious looking recipes featured in these two in the cookbook. My family is in for a real treat.

Kathy

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