Friday, April 23, 2010

A Night Out with Friends

Tonight, Clay and Veronica introduced us to a restaurant in our city, Cafe Azteca. It was fantastic. We have lived here for 6.5 years and never been to this restaurant, boy were we missing out! The area around it is shaping up nicely, the potential of this city is unbelievable. If only we could stage some sort of takeover of the school system...

www.cafe-azteca.com.

Arden was ecstatic...ecstatic, to see Charlie. She had to wear her 'rose' dress for him. She wanted him to wear a cape but alas, he did not get the message.

Here she is pre-dinner, lecturing the groundhog who lives somewhere under our front yard. Evil monster of a creature.


The kiddos. Hard to believe they are 4.5.


Oh so many hugs.


Won't these be cute in their wedding slide show?



Parting is such sweet sorrow

Sometimes, love causes you to crash to the ground.



"Charlie, I can pick you up!"

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Little Bit of Everything

Last night when we got home Arden ran around the yard picking flowers. She came inside and asked if I could put them in water. After all, they are wedding flowers for Arden and her betrothed, Charlie. Please notice the note. She did this all on her own, including the photograph. A window into her world is simply wild.


I kept her home with me today since she has a bit of a cold and I was working at home anyway. Since it was such gorgeous day, I promised her a bike ride at the Reservoir when I was done working. Naturally, I documented the ride, which she has deemed our training. I now have a 4.5 year old personal trainer. I have to run to keep up with her she's so fast on her bike, she'll whip Lucy and me right into shape. And she's a lot cheaper than an actual trainer. 1.5 hours of chasing a riding child. Not bad.

This, apparently, is where Uncle Bobby practices his magic. His is a dark magic.

I love the view from up here. It is particularly spectacular during the fall when the leaves are changing, and on the 4th of July, when there are fireworks in every direction.

Showing off her Buzz Lightyear tats. And her too small helmet. Apparently, her brain is creating major expansion of her head.

Off she goes. We will remove the training wheels when she doesn't fall off 1) in the driveway just sitting there and 2) when she learns that if she doesn't look where she is going, she will steer herself into the curb and fall off. I refrained from photographing her crash(es).


She's serious about her riding.




The old fire tower. Someday I'll make her ride up there...that would tire her out.




Looking for dandelions.


Sprinting back to her bike



Hardcore Arden. Two tats and her NO! shirt. I've said it before, I don't think I'd mess with her.



Monday, April 19, 2010

The Many Faces of Arden

First, today was the 114th running of the famed Boston Marathon. Our friend Veronica ran it today, her first ever marathon. Not only did she complete the entire 26.2 miles, she raised more than $5,400 for the Hoyt Foundation, which is dedicated to helping physically disabled people become active members of their community. Veronica is the hero of the day.

We wanted to celebrate her in some way, and Dora suggested flowers. I visited Chaba Florists, the fantastic flower shop near my office. It's one of those great places where you walk in, give them a price point and just wait to be dazzled. And, as you'll see below...they have dazzled me once again. If you need flowers and live in Boston, they are in Chinatown.


Yesterday, Dora introduced Arden to Xena: Warrior Princess. Arden loved it and took it as an opportunity to practice her moves. Moves are below. Yes, that's a rake. It's what was convenient. Who has time to look for one of their 12 swords?


Mid jump.

And now to the other face of Arden. I was paged to the bedside after putting her to bed. "Mommy, come see my look." Upon arrival at the top of the stairs I see this:



This, you see, is "What I will be wearing in Uncle Bobby's wedding."



Sunday, April 18, 2010

Goats, Chickens and Horses oh my!

We had the opportunity to visit a farm in New Hampshire this weekend. Some new friends invited us to their farm to see what it's all about. And, let's be honest, they knew that Arden has an affinity for goats, and well, they have five. Five glorious goats.

We offered to bring dessert, so in the morning Arden and I made Grandma Joanne's famous chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. I'm on a mission to make them as perfect as my mom's, but according to Arden I'm not quite there yet. "That's not how Grandma Joanne does it." Everyone's a critic.

Anyway, we headed up 93 north in the drizzle to their gorgeous 5 acres. We bonded with the goats, the horses and the chickens. We had a wonderful dinner, all food (including the chicken!) was homegrown, and they sent us home with a dozen eggs from their chickens. Arden impressed our hosts with her taste for fancy cheeses. She even took the opportunity to shove a piece in my mouth...'just TRY it Mom." -- Funny, you'd think she's heard that somewhere before.

It was a wonderful evening and Arden was in heaven. They even had a hamster, whom Arden spent a good half an hour talking to. Somehow, I don't think that part of her personality is from me. The kid spent a great deal of time today talking about our trip and I'm relatively certain she will be inviting herself back in the near future. And I think she'd be relatively content to be put to work.

This morning we watched Food Inc. and King Corn where I learned all about the corporate manipluation that is the food industry. It was, in a word, horrifying. Every last bit of it. Dora succeeded in showing me the whats and the whys behind what she's concerned about. Lord knows I'm not a green thumb....so if we relied on me to grow what we eat...well, we might starve...but I'm willing to start with some tomatoes and see how it goes.

And now, onto the pictures. I don't think the grandparents even read the rambling writing ;-).


Arden mixing in the oats


The results (after chilling for 8 hours in the fridge before baking, of course)


GOATS!


Meeting Mama and her babies with Mama


This is Jolene. She thought Arden was the cat's meow. After all, Arden held a big bag of carrots.


Calling to the goats


These two were quite the conspirators. Arden wanted to bring her home. Jolene will go wherever the carrots are, I think.

Arden trying to feed the babies



Jolene thought sharing with her babies was overrated

Arden has a way with goats. She TOTALLY gets this from me. I'm a big fan of farm animals. Ask anyone.


Convincing the babies to eat them

Well hello again, Jolene!


Contemplating the pure joy that is a farm.



Thinking about how to smuggle a goat home with her.

Following the leader the leader the leader....

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Old Fashioned Common Sense

And now a note from the other blog participant :)

Lately I’ve been spending more time reflecting on ultimately what living in today’s world means. Last week I saw a family movie that referenced the Great Depression... and when I paid attention it was another confirmation of my personal feelings that we’re not in a recession but another ‘Great Depression’. Sorry CNN and DC experts galore... we just are.

I have always wanted a small farm and I’ve always wanted to preserve some of my own food...but lately I hear people talking about it for financial reasons. Backyard chicken raising is back with a vengeance. People talking about gardening and canning/freezing. You’d think we’re in some sort of revolution, but if you look back... these are same questions our great grandparents asked in the 1930s.

Only frankly... many had to learn skills (or relearn) but they started out with a whole heap more than the average family has today. And there were more people who still had gardening/preserving/animal care experience around to help.

You would have thought we’d have learned a wee bit after the Great Depression...but no, as soon as we were able as a society we charged back into buying everything all shiny and packaged. In that charge we shed our ability to provide anything for ourselves... started building bigger and grander homes on farmland... permanently changing our ability to get basic needs met locally and relying on food being brought into our supermarkets AT THE PRICES decided on by the corporations providing the food. As the food was processed into pre-made items (pizza, chicken nuggets, chili, soups, chicken pot pie, broccoli with cheese sauce).... we even lost skills on HOW to make these items.

I can’t tell you how many people in the past year I have coached in making a roast chicken. Shocking.

Frankly we’re not unlike the cattle at the feedlots. Eat what you are given from the man in the truck.

Cutting coupons... thrifty shopping... this is BIG business these days. People who can coupon with the best of them are making entire livings out of showing people how to stack coupons and save.

But it’s like putting a band-aid on a surgical wound... might cover the slice but it won’t heal it back together and eventually you’re going to end up with a putrid mess and death. By raping our farm land for houses we’ve put ourselves in a position to be 100% dependant on those grocery stores and coupons.... plus making people who figured out how to work the system of coupons rich.

And what are those coupons for? For processed packaged foods. Rarely do you get a coupon for a plain cut of meat (not marinated and processed and therefore at a premium). I don’t see a coupon for celery, onions, garlic etc.

The coupon still is directing us exactly what to buy and it is still at a price set by that manufacturer. You might have gotten it for less than your neighbor but you still had to pay dearly for it. When money is hard to come by, most of those coupons are not giving you the best bang for your buck.

So we waste hours trying to make a grocery list affordable.

But the food we buy... if already processed to a ‘serve on a plate’ level... we just essentially overpaid for that food, lost control of the flavor and lost control over using leftovers in any fashion we choose.

Of course we live a busy, fast paced life. As much as I may dream of going completely out of the system... that is just not practical. Processing is going to be in most of our food in one way or another. Rice, flour, sugar... all processed. Even a fresh turnip coated in wax to preserve it is processed. BUT minimal processing means I can turn all of those into whatever finished product I wish.

For example...I have no problem in making our lives go faster by purchasing a taco kit... I just provide the ground meat and veggies... this way I can take that leftover meat and veggies and use it easily (season pasta sauce for example). Can’t do much with that frozen package of frozen tacos.

I could get into health issues, oil issues, factory farming issues.... but I won’t. I know nothing I’m saying is new or novel. But it’s what I think about and the more reading I do on the Great Depression I realize how perfectly reflective our life is now, but our foundation for recovery is 100x worse.

For my friends who are budget crunched I ask to you step back and look at the big picture. Without struggling or a ton of effort I feed the three of us for 12.00/day (ave. since Jan 2010) and since that is our grocery money that includes most of our cleaning supplies. I had some coworkers surprised and assuming we were eating a lot of junk food.

Um... NO. I refuse to throw out food. And between the humans and animals in the house with minor creativity we throw out very very little. Last week the only thing I threw out was left over salad we forgot that had avocado in it and therefore too risky to feed out to the parrot or rabbit.

In future posts from me you’ll see me post about supporting your local farmer... our adventure with our CSA (community supported agriculture)...and seasonal eating (very, very important) but enough already.

So... for the people who are interested.... here is the last week in review. You’ll see plenty of processed foods, again, I’m realistic. I will buy supplies of nukeable rice if I get a good deal for those nights we’re pressed for time and I’d rather avoid fast food..... but you’ll notice the 90% of the processed options were not table ready by just reheating and could be reused.

We start on Saturday.... three chicken leg quarters in the crockpot... save stock....

Saturday night.... some of the chicken + rice sticks, peanuts, half a cabbage, egg & sauce = Pad Thai

Sunday... eggs & cinnamon rolls (premade by pillsbury), lunch/dinner out at Bobby & Mandy’s... made pasta salad. Late night snack of leftovers from fridge for all three of us.

During the week breakfast: Person dependent – mix of cereal (cold and hot), hard boiled eggs & sunflower seeds

Monday... lunch bologna sandwich & fruit (strawberries/banana). Dinner... left over pasta salad, left over chicken from leg quarters.

Tuesday... lunch bologna sandwich & fruit or leftover pad thai. Dinner ground turkey tacos & cold slaw (other half of cabbage).

Wednesday..... leftover tacos for lunch and cold slaw. Dinner pork chops, brown rice, snap peas. Wednesday night I took the stock from cooking the leg quarters, the very last scraps of the chicken, 2 carrots, lentils and spices... big pot of creamy, yummy, lentils.

Thursday.... Lentils for lunch. Dinner is apple sausage, eggs and sweet potato pancakes.

Friday.... Lentils for lunch, with some of the left over sausage. Dinner out (hey it’s Friday!!)... slow cooked steel oats for Saturday breakfast (steel oats, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, honey, salt, milk)

Saturday.... Breakfast... oatmeal.... lunch... leftovers.... the week full circle...

Food still to be used in the fridge from this week... sweet potatoes and sausage from Thursday.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Arden and the Tarantula

This is the Week of the Child...at least at A's school. On Wednesday they had a special visit from Curious Creatures. They brought chinchillas, snakes, a baby alligator, a porcupine and.....
A tarantula.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Baseball Dreams

Last night we read Players in Pigtails ( http://www.amazon.com/Players-Pigtails-Scholastic-Bookshelf-Shana/dp/0439183065/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1271289939&sr=1-1) before bed. It chronicles the women's baseball league during wartime. After I left, she got up and found her hat, apparently. This is how we found her.

And yes, her pillowcase is missing, ask her where it is, I'm sure it's serving as a blanket for some animal. And I'm also aware she is covered in a sleeping bag. Sometimes it's easier to just say yes.

Either way, she's a good little New Englander, despite my best efforts to raise a Yankees fan, if only for the simple reason of annoying Annette.


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Perspective

Arden got a hold of the camera at Annette's party on Sunday afternoon. You've got to admit it, the kid has an eye.