Monthly Archives: November 2007

thankful

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. For years we have hosted. I love getting up when it is dark and the temperature is in the single digits. I don’t love the raw turkey and stuffing the rib cage with bread and veggies but I prepare it for those I love so I suck it up and bind that bird. This year we decided not to host as bug’s arrival is unknown. We started the day off lazing around and for us that means doing stuff but not in a hurry. Andy studied a bit. I puttered and loved my animals and gave them Thanksgiving treats. We made a quick jaunt to the store and it was amazing how many folks were out buying instant potatoes, disposable roasting pans, canned items for this god awful casserole that Andy insists on making every year and then it is the first thing to be gobbled up defying my only homemade Thanksgiving splendor. Sigh. We had to get items for said casserole, capers for my beets (I used the very last of this summer’s harvest), a bottle of wine and a certain absorbent feminine product for me in case my water breaks. I got busy in the kitchen. The items I was to make to bring to Laura and Craig’s house:vegetablepieAnd then I wanted to also make:turkey with stuffing for us to have around for the next weekgourmet nosh itemAnd then Andy made:Green Bean Casserole Andy cleaned the bird for me and I made my mom’s stuffing to place in the bird. As previously mentioned, I do not enjoy this part of it and am reminded why I was a vegetarian for a decade but I do it because it is ridiculous to eat meat but then be a total pansy when it comes to preparing it. As a real woman I should slay the turkey myself. Maybe next year. With the bird in the oven, we went for a walk. It was a gorgeous day and Alice only misbehaved once and really she can’t help it that she must smell the bum of dogs passing by. Her doggie psychic says she used to be a monk and she is now overwhelmed by her acute senses. Especially since she didn’t get to talk or act out in her last lifetime. I don’t think she used to be a monk. Perhaps a monkey. I had contractions on the walk. Which I have been having but during one of them I got really hot (and it was like 9 degrees outside. Why isn’t there a degree symbol on the keyboard? That really chaps my hide.) and had to sit down. We came back from the walk and had to rush around to get everything done. This always happens to me. Plenty of time and then blam! No time. We were late. The tardiness was furthered when I began making a two pumpkin pies–one to take and one to have and Andy said just make one babe and I inquired further and he declared he doesn’t like pumpkin pie. I had no idea. After a decade together I didn’t know he didn’t like pumpkin pie. Have I failed as a wife somewhere? So, I enthusiastically tossed the pumpkin cans aside and began wildly searching through the freezer. This is secretly one of my favorite things: the challenge of cooking under pressure without the correct ingredients. I find it invigorating. I had raspberries from last summer’s Arlee harvest, apricots from Laura’s tree, rogue strawberries and cranberries. So I made a miscellany fruit pie. It was a hit. Dinner and company were fab. And the whole day I felt thankful. For my man, my fam, my friends, my animals, my house, my bug, my life. ———————————————————– Recipes, both delicious, both from Food & Wine: INDIAN POPCORN ingredients * 1/3 cup vegetable oil * 4 medium shallots, very thinly sliced * 2 serrano chiles, very thinly sliced * 1 1/2 teaspoons mild curry powder * 1 teaspoon nigella seeds (also sold as black onion seeds). Couldn’t find this so I left it out. * 3/4 cup popcorn kernels * salt directions Read more on thankful…
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sweet sweet toaster victory

So this morning I noticed a certain appliance was plugged in and there were crumbs. Channeling Nancy Drew, I phoned my man to inquire. Sure enough, he had toast this morning. The clean toaster works like a charm. Happy Birthday Anniree. Since I didn’t post on your day, I thought I’d make it an even week late for purpose. Read more on sweet sweet toaster victory…
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yay snow

So this is the latest, in my memory, that Missoula has received a good smattering of snow. It is usually about a month ago that the first flakes fly. So, just for the moment, as I sip strong coffee in my ski hat and winter boots, it feels like global warming isn’t as imminent. I hope it keeps up. Although it would be hard if we finally had a decent ski season the year we have a bug…Andy said he would feel comfortable taking cruiser runs with bug on his chest so we can ski together. This makes me twitch a bit but I trust him on the snow more than me in my running shoes or any shoes for that matter, so. Read more on yay snow…
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spiffed up onesies

Andy and I both hold an aversion to baby clothes that say things like thank heaven for little girls and cute as cute can be and quack quack goes the duck. I mean, seriously. So, in the spirit of not buying new stuff, I have been collecting onesies and such from friends and garage sales. The good news is, the patches with the silly slogans are easily removed or covered up. I have a ton of fabulous fabric and had fun customizing my bug’s attire. I did make one tiny boo boo in my spirited sewing spree…I altered a sleeper and as I was finishing up the underbelly of the tag revealed some initials: CL. I confessed to Caroline last night and, thankfully, she laughed. Read more on spiffed up onesies…
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bug’s room is complete

Well, not totally complete. We still need the quilt Andy’s grandma Dolly is making. And a kid. But, otherwise, I really love her room. I like thinking about where all the parts came from: We are borrowing the crib from my dear friend Loni. My mom gave us the shelves that were my grandmother’s and she painted them a few months back while on a visit from Red Lodge. My ma in law gave us the rocking chair that she used to rock Andy and Neysa and she painted it while in Missoula a few weeks ago. The clothes, toys, gadgets and books are all from our friends and family and most have been grubbied by their bugs learning to breastfeed, roll, garden, play. The dragonfly hanging over the changing table was a birthday gift from Paige when we were like 20. The changing table was a garage sale score. The dog was not free but damn near and serves as the perfect accessory. The delicious wool rug is brand spankin‘ new from IKEA. So are the irresistible Alice hooks. I still can’t get enough of the curtains and often turn on the light just to steal a quick look. Only a few weeks left. And then. Everything changes. Read more on bug’s room is complete…
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