"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Saturday, June 29, 2013

meat lovers

for sure, the best two pizzas i have ever made in my entire life.
i blame chase entirely.
meat lovers: pepperoni, sausage, purple onion, bell pepper.
come to mama:)
pizza dough recipe here.

Friday, June 28, 2013

rub a dub in the tub

BATH TIME.
swimming counts.

10 degrees hotter {slurpee recipe}

in a world full of boys,
sometimes ya just don't wanna get splashed.
 and sometimes, ya just have to run through the sprinklers b/c it's so frickin hot.
good grief,
even Arizona's only 10 degrees hotter than us right now.
somebody call the fire department.
it's hot like fire over here.
 sluuuuurrrrrpppeeeeees!

ingredients:
2 cups club soda
1 kool aid packet
1/2 cup sugar
3 cups ice

directions:
BLEND.
tada.
it's hot.
REAL{ly} hot.

make immediately {cheese sticks recipe}

make these.
immediately.
ingredients:
mozarella sticks
panko bread crumbs
bowl of milk
2 eggs
canola/vegetable oil
bowl of flour
parsley

directions:
1. eggs in bowl, pour in a little milk, stir with fork until mixed. 
2. put bread crumbs in a bowl with some parsley flakes {i used about 1 tbls spoon of parsley}
3. cut cheese sticks in half.
4. dip cheese sticks in milk, roll in flour, dunk in egg/milk mixture, roll in bread crumbs, put on plate.
5. repeat for all breadsticks.
6. place in freezer for 30 min.
7. heat oil on stove {enough to cover sticks}.
8. once oil is hot {about 5 min}, put sticks in, turn over when golden brown, put on paper towel to drain, eat right away while still gooey and warm:)
9. dunk in ranch {or marinara if you fancy}.

yeah, they were gone in 5 minutes.
all of them.
note to self: make twice as much next time.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock...

just a friendly game of chicken.
them against THE BOB.
bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, bock...

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

"boomberry, zoomberry, rockets shoot by!"

would you look at that baby man mouth??!!
i
want
to
eat
him. 
also,
he grew two more teeth and nobody noticed until they were all of a sudden there.
for who knows how long.
i'd even been thinking to myself in the last week or two 
about how the other two had more teeth by now.
didn't they???
no time or worry to do anything more than think about it once or twice though.
just thought it was weird that he didn't have more teeth.
oh the irony.
the third kid means: 
missing their teeth coming in and forgetting to get them a birth certificate.
DOH.
CHOMPERS.
good thing too,
b/c clearly it was about time.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

"don't be a perfect mom, BE a lovely person." -liz

beth is here all summer.
her mom is here for the rest of the week.
LIZ is beth's mom.
she's amazing too.
a-MAZE-ing.
{i know that's not how it's spelled.}
...
while discussing 1st children and psychoanalyzing our motherhood-ing traits, 
including anger and other such issues, LIZ said the following:
"don't be a perfect mom. 
BE a lovely person."
the rest will work itself out.
and i've got to tell ya,
i haven't stopped thinking about that for the rest of the day.
the
rest
of
the
entire
day.
it was like a firecracker literally went off inside of my brain 
and smacked me in the forehead yelling,
"DUH!!! why didn't you think of that?!?"
because all of a sudden it hit me.
when i set out to become a mother i had this idea.
of the kind of mother i was going to be.
how i wanted to raise my kids.
what i wanted all of that to look like.
what i did NOT want it to look like.
and that all it was going to take was some determination and endless love and patience.
piece of cake.
which the vision of motherhood was going to be able to attain very simply and beautifully.
and then i had 3 kids.
and i think that sometimes, not always, 
while i'm busy trying to be that mom that i've worked out in my brain to be,
that vision of how that mother is going to mother,
i completely lose track of being the mom i want to be.
because sometimes when all three of my kids are crying,
max just bit brennan on the face,
chase plunged his head into the toilet bowl for the 5th time in one day,
right after i have just used the only remaining three CLEAN towels in my entire house 
to mop up the tidal wave that happened in the bath they just took, 
and i find that i am completely out of soap in the bathroom to wash his hands with,
i just start to fling out orders in my mean mommy voice,
and ship people off to their prospective time out corners,
like Big Bird would yell at Elmo on a Saturday Night Live skit.
and even though i'm desperately trying to find that vision of motherhoodness that i've set out to be, 
and i don't even recognize who this crazy person barking orders out of my mouth is,
and i surely can't find that damn vision of motherhood 
anywhere in that soaking wet bathroom of screaming kids.
pardon my french.
and yet, big bird is right there talking mean to elmo b/c he's just trying to get him to listen to him for one second while he pulls himself up from doing the splits on the wet bathroom floor 
that he hasn't fully mopped up yet.
{note: later that evening when they are all asleep, and the day is done, 
i'm sitting there staring at my most beautiful perfect angels fast asleep in their beds 
wondering what i was so mad about in the first place anyway?}
are you following me?
for example,
brennan almost gets hit by a car.
i yell like a crazy orangutan with arms flailing, coming at him from across the street, 
until he covers his ears and screams for me to 
"stop! stop! stop!"
i can hear crazy bertha inside of me, 
and instead of telling her to shut up b/c she's scaring my 5 year old,
i let her continue to rant at my 5 year old. 
{i have officially named my crazy inner pseudo self for the purpose of this post. 
i retain the right to change her name at any given point,
and will exercise the liberty to do so whenever i fancy. 
like when i decide i don't like the name bertha anymore.}
the child inside of me is frightened that my 5 year old was almost hit by a car.
the adult inside of me is embarrassed that my 5 year old was almost hit by a car.
the adult inside of me is just SO upset that it didn't protect 
and/or teach my 5 year old better to avoid such a situation from almost happening.
the adult is angry.
the lovely person inside of me is relieved.
downright RELIEVED that my 5 year old did NOT just get hit by a car.
but the adult knows it must wear the hat in this situation 
if the kind of mother i'm going to be is going to be achieved.
plus, if you remember correctly, all of my neighbors are watching.
so that adult inside of me is allowed the front and center stage.
WRONG.
BE a lovely person.
hug the child.
tell them how relieved you are that they didn't just get hit by a car.
it's okay.
kiss the child.
show the child how you are shaking.
ask them if they are shaking too?
wasn't that scary?
let's hug again b/c that right there was really really scary.
tell them again how glad you are that they didn't just get hit by the car.
and let the lovely person inside of you tell the angry adult inside of you just where to go.
out the back door.
or other more creative nouns that require colorful language if you fancy.
b/c the lovely person inside of you can take it from here.
"don't be a perfect mom, 
BE a lovely person."
the rest will work itself out.
and it will tell the angry adult exactly where to go.
every time.
and that is what i've been thinking about for the rest of my day.

{you'd never believe how long he hung there by himself if we told you.}
 to be continued...

all hail kale {kale berry smoothie recipe}

the kale was literally bigger than her head this morning.
it is my favorite thing that i am growing right now.
i love that i don't run out of kale.
ever.
after we snap a long leaf off,
it regrows itself.
smart little kale.
we just walk out to our garden in the morning,
on the wet sprinkler soaked grass,
snap a couple of leaves off,
and throw it into our blender with all of our favorite mixin's.
no need to wash it off 
b/c they are perfectly organically clean.
{that's a mouthful.}
lush
dark green
and curly.
and it tastes AMAZING.
ALL HAIL KALE.
:):):)
kale berry smootie
1 cup greek yogurt
1 cup frozen berries
2 large kale leaves 
{or more, whatever you fancy}
1/2 banana
1/2 cup juice 
{orange, apple, lemonade, whatever you have in your fridge}
*if we have any fresh pineapple we throw a handful of it in as well,
but we rarely have it to throw in b/c we always eat it before there's anything leftover.
*we always make a double batch of this recipe. ALWAYS. it feeds our family of 5. 
*the ingredients above are for 1 large serving or 2 medium servings.
my kids fight over who got more than somebody else,
who is going to get more tomorrow,
and chase "ahhhhhh's" at us for more when his runs dry.
vegetables for breakfast.
CHECK:)

Monday, June 24, 2013

baby man ninja {chris farley & other ninja antics)

baby man meets chris farley beverly hills ninja.
YEP, we pretty much can't stop laughing over here either.
HAPPY MONDAY!!!
video
i dare you to try to get 3 kids to all look at you at the same time 
WHILE doing their best ninja pose.
it's impossible and hilarious.
and the 15 month old will growl like a lion the entire time.
wait, lions roar.
you get what i mean.
i swear.
thank  you grandma carol for the ninja jammies from japan.
they are a BIG HIT.


{i've spent 3 days looking for the picture of my brother, sister, and i 
wearing red jammies from japan that my mom bought us when we are all little. 
where in the heck did i put it??!!?? i know it used to be on my fridge...}

Sunday, June 23, 2013

THE CANTEEN {ottumwa, iowa on my dinner plate}

Saturday's Census:
DAD-"you've got to get the right bun. no seeds, and they taper off on the sides."
ADAM-"ketchup and onion on top, white raw onions, 
mustard and pickles on bottom, meat last. salt." 
AUNT MARY & UNCLE TOM-"water in the meat to make it juicy. 
they use a mug full at the canteen."
ME-"Velveeta cheese, chocolate milk, wax paper wrapped."
...
one week out of every summer 
of my childhood was spent in ottumwa, iowa.
those weeks left me with hundreds of amazing memories.
on the way to grandma and grandfather's house the corn would be 2 feet tall.
and on the way back it had always doubled in height.
or tripled.
MAGIC.
and miles of corn stalked were endless.
the fireflies.
which we let loose in grandma max's kitchen one year.
she was not pleased.
but us california kids were so very entranced by their little glowing bums.
and catching them in jars was always so exciting.
not sure who's idea it was to bring them inside...
laundry hanging out on the metal spinning laundry rack on the lawn.
jumping on the rectangle trampoline in our swimming suits down by the woods.
waiting for the deer to come lick the sugar cubes.
the red coated lantern man.
we'll leave the description of him at that.
grandfather joe's black model A car.
riding in the bucket seat to get ice cream in baseball cups.
and going to dairy queen over the bridge.
of course i always got the reese's peanut butter cup blizzard.
going to freddy's house for drinks.
laughing so hard with him and grandfather joe that you almost peed your pants.
2 of the funniest men to have ever lived.
sticky humidity that made the heat even hotter.
the beach.
not a beach.
the beach.
a water park.
called the beach.
going to target with grandfather joe to buy toys, and cds when we got older.
buying wooden frames at the craft store with jewels and different colored paints to decorate them with my sister Kelsey.
going to the movies.
eating catfish at the KC on friday nights.
and ordering at least 3 shirley temples from the bar.
{i STILL order those little lovely drinks whenever i go to a restaurant with a bar. i think i am the only person over the age of 11 that does that. i don't care. i love them.}
going to mass with the family.
eating prime rib RARE {b/c the sassy waitress at the greenbriar wouldn't let you order it any other way without giving you a sigh and an eye roll. i think she also wore blue eye shadow.}
sitting in the book nook with sandie, adam, and kelsey for hours picking out new books to take home and read.
sitting in the shade of the big trees in the front yard listening to music and reading my summer AP english assigned books {curse watership down. i learned to hate rabbits that summer.}
borrowing uncle walter's red camero with adam and kelsey once adam and i had our driver's licenses, 
and driving it on empty roads along the open iowa fields.
my dad teaching me how to parallel park grandma max's huge boat of a car. 
i think it was a town and country.
i can parallel park ANYTHING ANYWHERE b/c i learned to do it in that car.
{the key is the line it up and back it up with a curve. works like a charm every time. thanks dad.}
playing 31 around the dinner table with family and friends for quarters.
REAL quarters:) 
which was a big deal b/c usually we only got to play for dimes.
and spending my quarters on toys or cds the next day was always a big to do.
watching the music man, pollyanna, and houseguest on my grandparents tv set that sat on the floor.
watching the birds eat bird seed out of the family room window from the bird house that stood 10 feet tall.
or something high like that.
sharing a room with my sister.
making clothes for our troll dolls.
even little baby diapers.
and playing trolls for HOOOOUUUURRRSSSS:)
playing mario kart with adam and kelsey for HOOOOUUUURRRSSSSS:)
playing with the toys in the kitchen pantry closet that came out in drawers.
oh how i LOVED those old fashioned toys.
grandma must have saved them from when my dad, uncle, and aunts were little.
i especially loved those toys that had the water in them, 
and you put the tiny rings onto the sticks, 
or got the balls to shoot into the hoops by pushing the buttons to surge the balls 
where you wanted them to go with the water.
life before ipods.
i tell you.
FUN.FUN.FUN.
reading grandma and grandfather's love letters that they wrote each other during WW2.
one of my favorite memories of my grandparents.
going to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned by my grandfather joe.
and getting to pick out different colored rubber animals to take home as a treat.
walking into the tv room with my grandfather joe sitting in his recliner in ONLY his white sox boxers, 
socks up to his knees, and white shirt.
scotch and ice in his hands?
was that the drink he liked?
i think that's what it was.
watching baseball on the tv.
grandma in her recliner with her cross stitch and crossword puzzles.
grandma teaching me how to cross stitch.
and how to make her famous oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
eating cereal at the little table in the kitchen.
the magnetic strip that organized the knives over the kitchen sink.
going out to the garage for mountain dew, dr. pepper, and MELLOW YELLOW sodas:):):)
the way the garage smelled from the mower just cutting the grass and the hot humid iowa summer air.
the long skinny driveway out to the road.
that sandie once backed grandma's car into the ditch trying to back out from.
oh the memories of that blessed day.
hahahahaha.
the shamrock on the roof over the garage:)
i might need one over my own garage one of these days.
the flag pole out front.
and last but certainly NOT least...
THE CANTEEN LUNCH.
{in the alley.}
u-shaped counter.
little round stools.
where you order your loose meat hamburger by what you want on it.
1 cheese, ketchup, onion.
1 everything.
1 mustard, ketchup, pickle.
1 ketchup, cheese, pickle.
any way you like it.
they slap it all on, then pack on the loose meat from the trough in the middle of the u-shaped counter, 
salt it, and wrap it.
with a spoon on the side to eat the meat that falls out as you go.
you can have your pick of soda, milk, chocolate milk, or water.
i always picked chocolate milk,
when you're ready for round two it's "reorder how you like it."
reorder cheese, ketchup, onion.
reorder everything.
reorder mustard, ketchup, onion.
reorder ketchup, cheese, pickle.
just the way you like it. 
and we all have a way that we like it.
then you recite your eating history to the cashier in the middle of the u-shaped counter and pay up your bill.
while you're waiting for your coveted seat at the counter you can entertain yourself with memorabilia on the walls, and put a pin in their map showing how far you've come.
write your name in the guest book, the date you came, and your comments on your meal.
{please let me forget the year adam convinced us to be the Regals from england. 
OH THE HORROR of that memory. HORROR HORROR HORROR.}
the same ladies that worked there when i was a kid work there today.
MAGIC.
at least once while you're there one of the lovely canteen ladies yells, "GREEEEASE OUT!"
and another lovely canteen lady appears from the back to drain the grease out from the bottom of the meat trough in the middle of the u-shaped counter, and disappears with it into the back.
for dessert you can have your choice of pies or malts/shakes, but i never made it that far.
maybe once.
it was always more worth it to fill up your tummy with a reorder than a piece of pie or a malted shake. 
sometimes i can hardly contain my desire to have one of those beloved canteen sandwiches.
so after sandie sent me the news story that a local iowa news station ran on it i set my mind out to make one.
because in june i'm just plain homesick for iowa.
and that's that.
i was going to make myself a canteen sandwich.
and i was going to make it today.
i cooked that meat on my stove,
and then i cooked that meat all day in my crockpot.
i salted it.
i added water to it.
i stirred it.
i nursed that little crockpot of ground beef like it were my own.
i cut up the onions,
i cut up the pickles,
and poured out the spreads into their bowls.
i melted that Velveeta cheese like no Velveeta cheese has ever been melted.
i bought chocolate milk.
i delicately laid out little squares of wax paper.
i pranced around my kitchen like i was 7 years old on christmas eve night.
and let me tell you,
that sandwich of mine.
it was ottumwa, iowa right there on my paper dinner plate.
and then it was in my belly.
HEART STOPPING GOOD.
CANTEEN SANDWICH GOOD.
i give you,
my homemade 
CANTEEN SANDWICH:
{inset angel choir singing here}
{1 everything for sean. before i wrapped it up. he reordered twice. good boy.}

{just the way i like it. nom nom nom.}
{i'm pointing at my apron. it's the bomb.com authentic! wear it with pride.}

 we did it guys.
we did it:)
...
my favorite restaurant of all time:
the CANTEEN LUNCH in the alley.
nostalgia at its finest:)