Showing posts with label Zach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zach. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2013

If procrastination were a crime...

I'd likely have multiple life sentences.  However, if it were an Olympic sport, they'd let me compete until I died of old age.  If I could manage to show up, that is.

Ai yai yai...

I have no real excuse.  My hands haven't been too horribly bad, but I do have days here and there when things flare up (because I actually DID something! Cha!  Like clean the rugs!)  I haven't biked in forever, my neck seems to be rather angry with me and my one leg keeps tingling and I have power surges in my foot.  Who does that?  Me, I guess.  I will be seeing the neurosurgeon again soon, my latest MRI shows some very unhappy discs in my neck that are, shall I say, redirecting their anger on some nerves which are in turn being very cranky.  Tsk, tsk.

But now summer vacation is setting in and I just know that before I blink twice it will be gone.  Last summer Granny died.  The summer before that was Boom-pa.   This summer we are driving up to WV but there will be no stop at that house in Huntington, which makes me sad, although I think it will hit harder when we just drive by those exits without veering off...

However, we are looking forward to some fun times with family and new friends as well as old... stopping by places I have never even been, looking at my childhood home through new eyes.

Speaking of new things, Owen just finished up his first session/semester/whatever of dance and performed in his first recital!  I suck and did not take pics that evening (eh, the neck didn't want me carrying 50 lbs of stuff) but here he is the morning after, he was soooo stoked that he actually DID it (although he will never admit that!) and the post-show adrenaline was still running.  He did awesome <3 p="">



And of course some fun photo play, my main man Zach guarding our little bitty Key Limes from that ferocious Katydid.


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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Good-bye, elementary school

Can't believe Zach has graduated 6th grade.  I only hope I haven't screwed him up too much along the way. He sure is handsome, though!

Meet one of the graduating class of 2013, Ocean Breeze Elementary 6th grade, Zachary Hall!


Owen completed Kindergarten, but due to his age and his emotional maturity, we decided to send him to Tk-1 rather than first grade.  I get to keep my baby around another year, and he gets to spend time honing his charm (beware!).  Little fart got a 10 for his instructional reading level, I think for the end of Kg they want them at a 4--no worries there!  It's tough having a smarty pants who thinks he gets all the perks of being the baby in the family ;)  But at least he and Zach got to have one year of school together, it was never going to happen again, no matter what grade he enters next year.  I'm glad they got the chance, no matter how fraught with dissent it may have been, they will look back on it fondly some day.  Some day.  Maybe.  Crossing my fingers.



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Sunday, May 12, 2013

It's SNOWING!

Yes, it's quite the shock, seeing snow in May.  Especially halfway down the east coast of Florida.  I guess you could call it a miracle.

A Photoshop miracle, that is.  I need to work on style and finesse and yada yada blah blah but this was fun and Zach is in awe of it, so what else matters ;)




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Friday, March 29, 2013

Because of Lucinda...

More like Because of Alton Brown, to be truthful.

(This is a more detailed version of this post, so if it seems redundant, then that's why!)

I don't know when exactly my addiction to cooking shows started, but I do know when it started to click in my brain and make sense, especially the reason why my pancakes were always so bland and tough.  Alton Brown.  Sigh.  Hearts.  Music.  If you have never seen an episode of 'Good Eats', then you are truly missing out.  Alton is a cooking scientist and if you are a visual thinker like me, it is pure joy to SEE him explain the how and why of recipes and techniques.  And he is so entertaining, coming up with the corniest of visual aids and using people as molecules and a blue crab that keeps escaping the tank, haunting everyone on set...ahhh.  Zach would curl up next to me on the couch and we'd watch, enthralled, then jump up and cook something.  Let me tell you, I know how to make pancakes now.  No matter what recipe I use or what the directions say, I follow his technique and BAM! (sorry, Emeril) they are wonderful.

So Zach developed an interest in cooking, needless to say, forced into food tv watching with mama, and he's pretty good at it.  Recently, he and a classmate decided to join the kids' cooking competition at the county fair.  The concept was sort of like 'Chopped' where contestants get a box of surprise ingredients and must then use those ingredients (along with free rein of fridge and pantry) to create a tasty meal.  We were told the kids would get a box with a beef and a vegetable ingredient and we could bring spices from home.  And we had about 1 1/2 weeks to prepare, or at least try to wrap our heads around it.

Zach's classmate hadn't done a whole lot of cooking so I invited her over a few times to get her into the groove, so to speak, working on chopping vegetables (and garlic! Lots of garlic!) and coming up with a potential flavor palate that could be incorporated into a variety of beef cuts and veggie choices.  They decided Mexican/Southwest would be doable, and they practiced making chimichurri (hey, spices from home, parsley and cilantro are spices, no?) figuring ANY beef would be good with chimichurri on it.  Garlic and olive oil over sauteed veggies would be easy enough.

But I was worried.  Because, you see, I subscribe to this pretty awesome organic produce delivery, Space Girl Organics, run by the awesome and amazing Lucinda, and going by the contents of the box I could tell that eggplant was in season.  Eggplant.  What on earth would the kids do if they had EGGPLANT in their box to cook with?  Aside from ratatouille and eggplant parmesan, I don't even really know what to do with it myself.  I googled 'Mexican ratatouille' and came up with some interesting recipes, but none of them even had eggplant in them.  So I told the kids they should try and make their OWN Mexican ratatouille, using some of the same flavors in the chimichurri, the garlic, etc, and see what happened.

What happened was that there was no eggplant in the box of mandatory ingredients.  However, the kids loved that crazy Mexi-touille they had cooked so much, they decided to go for the OPTIONAL eggplant and add it to the mandatory zucchini and bell peppers that were in the box.  They wowed the judges with the recipe we invented so much that they won first prize.  So Because of Lucinda and Because of Alton Brown, my baby boy and his friend got a blue ribbon and a cash prize at the county fair.  Booyah!


Here's the rough recipe, you really should try it.  It made eggplant eaters out of two 12 year olds who had said "Ok, I'll cook it but I won't eat it!" ;)

Zach and Sage's Mexi-touille
Ingredients are estimates, all amounts can be changed to suit your tastes :)

  • Canola oil
  • Olive oil
  • 1 medium sized eggplant, cut into approx 1/2 to 1" cubes
  • 2 small/medium zucchini, or one zucchini and one yellow summer squash, cut into 1/2" pieces
  • 1-2 bell peppers, diced into 1/2" pieces (red and/or yellow is great for adding color, you can see by the photo below that I would have been well served by listening to my own advice)
  • One small/medium onion, diced however small you'd like
  • 3 or so cloves of garlic, minced fine
  • 1 14oz can diced tomatoes, or about 3 plum tomatoes, diced into 1/2" pieces
  • 1 small can fire roasted green chiles, or you can try fresh chiles, diced small.  Jalapeno might be good!
  • Fresh cilantro, roughly chopped, about 1/4 cup
  • Kosher salt, one small handful, and more to taste
  • Fresh cracked pepper to taste
  • Crushed red pepper flakes, about 1/4 tsp
  • Toasted cumin seed, 1/2 to 1 tsp
  • Splash of lime juice
  • Queso Freso, crumbled, about 1/2 cup

Trim the ends off the eggplant, then slice into 1/2 to 1" rounds, and then cube it.  Throw the cubes into a colander and toss with the small handful of kosher salt.  Toss to coat all the pieces with salt and let it pull out some of the bitter juices.  I'm not sure if it's necessary for this recipe, but I tried grilling eggplant once and I did NOT do a salt rest first, and it was NASTY. So rather than take any chances, we did it this way.  Let the eggplant rest in the colander for about 20 min or however long it takes to chop up all the other ingredients.  Then rinse it thoroughly with cold water and let the excess water drain.

Heat a skillet on medium high heat and drizzle a Tbsp or two of canola oil (better for higher heat than olive oil).  Toss the eggplant in to the heated oil and stir quickly to coat.  Eggplant will suck up that oil like a sponge so be quick.  Let the eggplant just start to brown and soften slightly, stirring frequently, then remove it to a plate.  Don't worry about the brown bits on the skillet.  Reduce the heat to medium and drizzle in about a Tbsp of olive oil and add your onions, bell peppers and fresh chiles if using them.  Sprinkle a pinch of kosher salt into the mix and let them sweat for a few minutes.  Add the garlic and continue to gently sautee for a minute or two, then add the tomatoes, canned chiles, red pepper flakes and cumin seed.  If using fresh tomatoes, add about 1/4 to 1/2 cup of water for liquid.  Reduce heat to a simmer and cover, simmer for about 10-15 minutes.  Remove cover and add zucchini, give it about 5 minutes for the zucchini to start to soften, taste and adjust seasonings with salt and pepper, then add the eggplant back in, along with the fresh cilantro and a splash of lime juice.  Once the eggplant is heated through, remove from heat and sprinkle with queso fresco.

Voila!


They also had ground sirloin in the basket, from which they made small slider sized burgers with queso fresco, cilantro, onion powder, garlic powder and salt and pepper, then drizzled with their fresh chimichurri after cooking.  Yummilicious.

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

It's been one week...

...since you looked at me... Yes, I know it's been more than one week but now you hopefully have a fun little #earworm.

I have been legitimately busy!  I swear!  I was emailed by Zach's teacher about a potential opportunity for him/other students.  The county fair is apparently having a youth cooking competition and maybe some of them would be interested?  It wouldn't be a school event, just an extra and I would be in charge of deciding whether or not to go forward.  Of COURSE Zach wanted to do it, anything to cram more stuff into MY life. One of the girls from last year's solar cooking competition (OMG that was crazy) was also mentioned as being interested and she agreed that she'd love to do it.  The catch?  I had about 1 1/2 weeks to prepare because the fair event is on Sunday the 24th.  Eeek.

So I'm still scrambling.  Zach hasn't done a lot of cooking lately and he tends to be a bit scattered, and S, his friend, hasn't done much cooking other than noodles (her words).  I've had 2 cooking days in the past week where I walk them through a meat and veg. with lots of garlic mincing along the way and it's been a big exhausting mess.  The catch to the competition, as I've been told, is that the kids in groups of 2 will have a box of a surprise beef and veg ingredients. They will then have to prepare an entree but will be able to bring 'spices' from home.  It's all up in the air, however, because I can't get the lady to call me back and I don't know if the two are actually registered or not, or if I need a waiver/liability form for S's parents to sign, what 'spices' actually means, etc.  So maybe we'll be cooking and maybe we won't.  Or they, not we.  Whatever.  At least I got dinner cooked for me last night and we made my first ever homemade chimichurri sauce.  Yummy!  No pics, though.  Too many dishes to wash for me to have the energy for the camera.

I did take pics of Zach over the weekend, though.  A few glasses of wine seems to help numb the burning in my hands and arms (woohoo!) so on Sat I indulged and set up my flash remotely so go off at an angle in the garage, hung some black muslin and made Zach grab his newest cloak.  I like what we ended up with.  The problem I had was that in backing up out of the garage to get a wider shot, I'd end up in the sun which was somehow affecting my ability to focus or skewed my light sensing or something, I'm not sure what.  So most of the shots had me too close to really get it all, but hey, it was an experiment and it was fun and that's what counts, right?




And how can I leave without posting one of my smaller spawn? ♥  He can't NOT make a face when I try to take a photo of him.  So rotten.  So lovable.


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Friday, March 1, 2013

What a lovely day.

I heard someone refer to another person or conversation or SOMEthing as 'lovely' and it dawned on me, I don't hear or use that word often at all.  In fact, my writing and speaking vocabulary is pretty limited.  Maybe I should start a word-a-day.  I bet that would go over about as well as my photo-a-day.

But yesterday WAS lovely.  I got in some biking with Kevin, then biked again to Publix for the second time this week, and after school the boys and I made the small trek (via car!) to the farmer's market.  I like to buy eggs from the Funky Chicken Farm and browse and drool at all the other yummy things there.  I'd spend a fortune on the goat milk soaps and serrano/prosciutto and garlic sauce and fresh squeezed orange juice and on and on.  I did loosen up a little and get myself the boys some kettle corn, freshly made and smelling oooohh sooo delicious, as well as some fresh brussels sprouts to roast in a day or so, and some radishes.  We don't often eat radishes, but they were just so PRETTY.

I took my camera along and was sort of hemming and hawing mentally about using it, I'm just not that assertive person who likes to get in your space with a lens.  I need to work on that.  But the gentleman at the Fratello Sole stand spoke up and volunteered to be a model for me :)

I will vouch for the drooliciousness of his products, that serrano ham/prosciutto is uber tasty and Zach had several sandwiches in his lunch made with the asiago cheese we bought there a few weeks back.  Lucky boy.

We stowed our eggs and veggies in the car and then ran off to the small field on the other side, where I told the boys to run around and let me get some fun pics of them.  I've been feeling so achy and cranky lately, I figured we all needed some sunshine filled merriment.  And then I decided I REALLY need to get photos of myself with them, I have so few because I'm always taking the pictures and of course I'm never ready/look good enough/yada yada...thus I handed over my camera to each Zach and Owen, letting them take turns with it and I love what we ended up with.  My favoritest pictures ever ♥







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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Baa, Baa Black Sheep

Have you any wool?  No?  How about a lamb, got any tasty little bitty sheep morsels for me?

I kind of hate that I like lamb, it took me forever to get over the heebie jeebies of eating a cute little baby animal, but I persevered and by golly, it's yummy.  I will NOT eat snake or eel or geoduck (puke) but I have managed to envision a happy, frolicking fluffy lamb jumping and scampering and suddenly POOF it's in little lamb heaven and who am I to let his body go to waste?  Ok, I'm not totally that naive, but I do hope they had a good life, short though it may have been.  Fine, fine, no more lamb talk...

I saw this recipe on the Rachael Ray show the other day and thought it looked delish.  I'm a sucker for soups, especially those with a broth base.  We have a ton of ground beef, but it is very lean and not full of flavor, so I thought "MmmHMMMM...I bet some LAMB would be perfect in there!".  I don't have a black sheep to barter with so I ran to Publix and got some and made the meatballs with double the meat (and almost double everything else, really)  I should have doubled the feta as well, but I was still reeling from my wussy workout and not thinking clearly.  FWIW, a low fat feta works better, the cheese gets all gooey and melty and by the time you bake and then reheat them in the soup, the meatballs won't have much cheese left inside if you go full fat version.  Save that for when it won't ooze out and get wasted.  That would be a travesty.  I also skipped the pasta and used the smallest amount of breadcrumbs I thought I could get away with, trying to limit gluten but not going completely GF.

So now I have a double batch of meatballs, half went into the soup and the other half will be frozen until I decide what to do with them.  Which will probably be more of the same soup.  The lamb was very subtly evident, it totally helped with the needed fat/moisture of the meatballs and added a little depth of flavor.


 Yummo!

And so later today, I was feeling feisty and had been reading about syncing my flash and playing with rear vs. front curtain.  I wanted to get a photo showing a blur of motion and freezing the subject at the peak of movement ie. using rear curtain flash.  It didn't go so well.  BUT...this photo totally freaked us out.  As soon as I take a photo of Zach in which he has willingly been forced to partcipate, he demands to see the image on the camera screen.  It's small, so I immediately zoom in, and had to scroll over to see his form.  But as I scrolled ALL the way over, the ghostly figure in the corner was suddenly in the camera screen and we both jumped and shrieked.  Way cool mom and son freak out bonding moment ♥

I still need to figure out how to make this work better, but for now I keep looking at this and giggling.


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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Dear future self...

...somewhere between 12am and 2am, you are going to need this *replaces empty toilet paper roll*

Parts of aging really suck, especially that middle-of-the-night pee run, which never went away after I gave birth to Owen.  I'm pretty sure I won't make a full 8 hrs of sleep for the remainder of my life.

Something I wish I could do is share my knowledge and experience with my boys.  I'm sure all parents feel this way, and the frustration is beyond words for me.  Of course we preach and scold and praise and do all manner of things to encourage or discourage certain behaviors but the bottom line is that they can't see the potential pitfalls of the future as well as we can and grabbing and shaking them certainly won't work.  I know for me, personally, I need to work better on seeing and utilizing the natural consequences that result from behaviors or habits, so they can see and learn from their own experience (with guidance, of course). I personally think Zach would benefit from more practice in several areas of his life, one evidenced by his open arm stance in these photos...not fully guarded or blocked.  But screaming it from the rooftops won't make it happen, he needs to learn the value of practice for himself.  I'm fairly certain his sparring class will make this one pretty evident...

 I find that avoiding sheltering is probably the hardest part of parenting...it can be difficult figuring out when to speak up, when to lay low, and what advice to take when it's given by so many 'well-wishers'.  However, threatening in a shouting voice to 'call your sensei and tell him how disrespectful you are!' is really not the role of a non-parent.  And if you are a parent, calling a sensei to deal with your poorly behaved child is pitiful parenting.  Discussing concerns with involved adults can be helpful, in that I don't disagree, and involving a karate instructor who is willing and eager to impart wisdom and teaching could be invaluable.  But don't threaten my kid.  I wrote earlier about not speaking up when someone is upsetting you, but that doesn't mean shouting threats at a kid is the way to go about it.  Had the aforementioned person simply stated "It really makes me feel disrespected when you don't answer me", I'm sure Zach would have responded much more favorably and I wouldn't have been seething inside.  Sheltering from that perspective is A-OK and necessary, in my opinion.  I only wish I had done a better job of it.  And as you can see, his sensei (now Kyoshi) is more than ready and proud to promote him ♥  Way to go on the brown belt, Zach!






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Friday, February 15, 2013

These hands are on FIAAAAHHHHH...

Ok, that's cheesy, I admit.  Certainly not as catchy as singing about Obama.  But the song IS catchy, which is why it's now in my title.  I am, indeed, living up to my alter ego as Captain Obvious.

But my hands are on fire, not in the good blogging way, or the good vacuuming way or even the good laundry way.  I did get the dishes, done, though.  Le sigh, the fire of my hands is an internal burn, a deep smoldering heat with occasional sparks catching me off guard.   I don't know why, but the short version is I have some problem with my nerves and to be frank it's really pissing me off today.  Sometimes they burn, sometimes I feel ice tingles jumping around, sometimes it's a numbing tingle, sometimes I just feel a sensation long after it should be gone.  And it's not just my hands, but my hands are definitely the worst when it comes to nerve issues.

I'm not on here to whine about it, though, I do enough of that in real life.  I'm only thinking about it b/c of the photo I'm about to post.  I love to read, it was my other life when I was growing up, my true escape, traveling to other lands, other times, meeting other people in other dimensions.  I miss it.  I don't do it much anymore, although not for the obvious reasons of being a mom, needing to cook, clean and transport little people to various places (ok, that sounds wrong...I don't cook little people)...I don't do it b/c it hurts my %$&!! hands and wrists to hold my nook, and my eyes are going south faster than I can keep up with, so it's an exhausting strain to read, leaving me with blurry eyes for hours later.  Even with reading glasses.  I have so many books saved, waiting, but I think about sitting down with a glass of wine and just the nook and all I can conjure up is how exhausted it will make me.  How pathetic is that?

Zachary loves to read.  I love that he loves it--he gets to go where all the magic is, be an adventurer, feel the sorrow and the joy and the fear and the anticipation that a good author will provide.  All he asked for this Christmas was books.  He is just such an awesome kid, and I am so proud of the young man he's becoming.  Although keeping up with his chores would be nice.

Krazy Karmen is his true pal, she snuggles up with him every night.  I put up with her for that alone ♥



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