I am a huge fan of service. I have a testimony of the blessings it provides for the giver. Providing services reaps nearly as many blessings as the receiver. I find that nothing cheers me up as quickly as serving another.
Lately my ability to provide service has been less, it is hard to step outside your self when you feel like your sanity is hanging by a thread. Though I have found some ways to show the Lord's love to others in the past few months the bulk of my service has been in the way of providing opportunities for others to serve. To serve me.
Next week, we will be moving into our new house and we will be providing opportunities to serve by the bucketful. I look forward to it.
But even better news is that I can see myself being in a position to give service in the very near future.
In the meantime I invite you to share the blessings service with my dear friend who started a new blog 52 Weeks of Pies, wherein she will perfect the art of pie making and reap the blessings of random service. I love it! Really, I am so impressed with this idea. I might just try and think up a way I can serve every week. Thanks for the inspiration.
Monday, May 03, 2010
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Saturday Night Cinema: The Bollywood Awards
After months of hard work the "Bollywood Pre-Screen" has finally ended. I did it for you gentle reader and because I wanted to find a great film for Cinema Domingo: Bollywood Edition. I have watched a lot on Indian sillyness and shed a great deal of tears. I have read many, many subtitles and I may be able to understand a bit of Hindi. I have a working knowledge of the Hindu godhead, I know Krishna from Vishnu from Ganesha.
I AM counting Bride and Prejudice and Bend it Like Beckham because they started me on this crazy Bollywood quest. I am NOT counting Indian Films like Water or Earth because they contain no singing nor dancing.As the judge panel consists solely of myself let the ceremony begin.
Bend it like Beckham for "Darshan" B21 for "My Favorite Indian Song."
Bride and Prejudice for "No Life Without Wife" wins the "Song That Has Stuck in My Head the Most" award.
Runner up: Saawaryia for "Saawaryia"
Shahrukh Khan is known as "The King of Bollywood" for a reason, he is good, but he drives me nuts. He seems to excel in slapstick and goofiness. I do not appreciate slapstick or goofiness. 
He gets the award for "NOT Best Actor."
Zohra Sehgal wins "The Most Frequently Recognized Character Actor" award.
Aishwarya Rai gets the award for the "Most Beautiful Woman on the Planet."This is of course self explanatory.
Lagaan gets the award for "Most Evil British Stereotype" and an honorable mention for teaching me about cricket, a sport that hitherto was a complete enigma and now is merely a puzzle.
Jodhaa Akbar wins the award for "My Favorite Bollywood Film," for the story, the costumes, the leading lady and of course
honest to goodness Whirling Dervishes.
Guru receives the award for "Most Thought Provoking" I am not sure if this successfully bridged the gap between Bollywood and Film. The songs seemed very out of place with the tone of the movie. Abhishek Bachchan played the role of "Guru" very nicely.
Saawariya receives the award for "Most Interesting Art Direction"
and also for "Man singing and dancing in a towel."
Kal Ho Naa Ho (Tomorrow May Never Come) wins the award for "The Most Tears Shed by the Judge" seriously touching yet ridiculous at the same time as it stars Shahrukh Khan.
Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge recives the "Booby Prize" being the only film I could not finish because it was so bad. Shahrukh Khan strikes again.
Purab Aur Pachhim (East Meets West) wins the awards for "The Most Disturbing Movie I Have Ever Watched," "Least Sympathetic Leading Lady," and "Creepiest Villain Ever" Swinging London in the late 60's, micro mini skirts, moustaches gone wild and so many other things I can't even type them. I thought that I might need an eye transplant after watching this movie. But again, for you gentle reader. The song Hari Krishna wins the award for "The Most Brainwashing Song." I will not link to it because I only believe in brainwashing when it involves Cary Grant. 
Kuch Naa Kaho - Was the Runner Up for the Cinema Domingo Prize. It had all the elements: costumes, set in India, Aishwarya Rai, crazy love triangle, stellar dance scenes and a smoking hot villain to boot but alas it was out done by
Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam wins "The Cinema Domingo Prize" for meeting the initial criteria of starring Aishwaryia Rai, being set in India, compelling story as well as winning"Best Costumes," "My Favorite Saree Ever,""Outstanding Dance Numbers,""Most Interesting Love Triangle,""Lovely Sets,"
and "Most Potential for Post Movie Discussion."
Kuch Naa Kaho - Was the Runner Up for the Cinema Domingo Prize. It had all the elements: costumes, set in India, Aishwarya Rai, crazy love triangle, stellar dance scenes and a smoking hot villain to boot but alas it was out done by
Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam wins "The Cinema Domingo Prize" for meeting the initial criteria of starring Aishwaryia Rai, being set in India, compelling story as well as winning"Best Costumes," "My Favorite Saree Ever,""Outstanding Dance Numbers,""Most Interesting Love Triangle,""Lovely Sets,"and "Most Potential for Post Movie Discussion."
Friday, April 30, 2010
Don't Forget the Jell-o
A friend and I are doing a little blog post swap today...she would like to remain anonymous.
When I was married, my mother hired a friend to cater a small luncheon for family and friends who had traveled for the wedding. I can’t remember a thing about it, except that it was delicious and there was a delightful lemon sponge cake for dessert with a raspberry coulis.
Evidently there had been a Jell-o salad.
A few months into my marriage, my sister-in-law called to request my Jell-o recipe.
“Jell-o recipe?” I asked.
“Sure. That delicious recipe you served at your wedding luncheon.”
“Um, that was catered. I didn’t make the Jell-o,” I said, wracking my brain to remember eating Jell-o at my wedding luncheon. Or in the last 7 years.
“Oh, it was delicious,” she said. “I’d love to get the recipe from you.”
“Well, it was a caterer,” I repeated. “I don’t really have the recipe.”
“Whenever is fine.” She said. “I want to make it for Christmas dinner.”
I called my mom:
“Mom, was there Jell-o at the wedding luncheon?”
“Oh yes. Wasn’t it delicious?”
“I don’t remember eating Jell-o, but Bjorn’s sister wants the recipe.” I said.
“Oh, well, you just throw together the frozen raspberries and the sour cream and, you know, it’s very easy. You need to let one layer set before adding the sour cream of course. Don’t forget to tell her that.” Mom said.
“I think I’m going to need to write this down.” I said.
Long story short, I got my new sister-in-law the recipe and I got myself a reputation.
“Could you bring one of your Jell-o salads?” My new in-laws would ask whenever we got together for a shared meal.
“One of my Jell-o salads?” I complained to Bjorn. “It was the caterer’s Jell-o salad! Why do they think I have a cache of Jell-o salad recipes.”
I gave up trying to convince Bjorn’s family that I knew nothing about Jell-o and started searching for recipes. In those days, many of my requests were by mail, to old college roommates and resulted in little recipe cards being sent back to me weeks later.
So I brought Jell-o salads to the family gatherings.
Eventually, my food assignment morphed into green salads. No one else replaced me as Jell-o maker and I suspected the assignment had been superfluous--a test maybe--to see if I could be trusted with more important dishes. Green salad must be the next rung in the family gathering food assignment ladder.
I began with basic green salads: Lettuce, tomato, cucumber, celery. Maybe a radish if I was feeling adventurous. But after three years of nothing but green salad assignments, I began to feel under-appreciated.
“I can do so much more!” I said to Bjorn. “What about desserts? You like my desserts. I should do dessert.”
However, my subtle hints to the sisters-in-law that I would be happy to bring anything else to family gatherings went unheeded.
I had no choice but to sabotage myself and get fired from green salads.
Bjorn’s dad is a strictly meat and potatoes guy. He feels no need to try anything new, or that might contain a seasoning other than salt and/or pepper. I figured I could make a salad so strange he wouldn’t eat it. And if dad wasn’t happy, changes would have to be made.
My new salads now featured mesculin, blue veined cheeses, pomegranate seeds, candied nuts. I scoured the internet for strange green salad recipes that would shock the family into giving me a different food assignment.
My plan backfired. “Oh, your green salads are the best! We could never make anything like this.” They all said.
“It’s cutting up things and throwing them in a bowl,” I told Bjorn later, at home. “Any kid old enough to use a knife could do the same thing!”
Now the assignment always came as, “Please bring one of your green salads.”
At least this time I did have a stack of recipes I could claim.
Then, one day the call came. It was Bjorn’s dad’s birthday. Could I bring his favorite: a pumpkin pie?
The clouds parted and I think I heard angels singing: I was being promoted to dessert.
I labored over that pumpkin pie like I was birthing my own kid. The crust was perfectly fluted and I made the filling with the freshest canned pumpkin I could find. I covered the crust towards the end of baking so the edges wouldn’t burn. I let it cool and carefully transfered it to the fridge.
It wasn’t until much, much later that I realized my epic mistake: I’d added a whole can of evaporated milk, instead of one cup.
“That doesn’t look quite right” I said to my sister-in-law when she stuck a candle in the middle of the pie and it almost fell over.
“Something’s wrong.” I said as she carried it over to the table.
“I don’t think it set up correctly.” I said, my heart going a million miles a minute.
Abort! Abort! I thought. Please don’t let this fluke pie be the thing that represents my baking skills!
Did I mention that Bjorn’s family is polite? So polite in fact, that they cut that pie like it was the most natural thing to have pumpkin filling the consistency of pudding. So polite that each person commented on how tasty it was. Even my niece who doesn’t like pumpkin pie ate some and gushed about its tastiness.
Meanwhile, I wanted to rip the pie out of everyone’s hands and throw it down the garbage disposal in disgust. But there was no other dessert. Nothing else to serve. Just my disastrous pumpkin mistake.
I wasn’t too surprised when the next family food assignment I received was for a green salad.
And you know what?
I was OK with that.
When I was married, my mother hired a friend to cater a small luncheon for family and friends who had traveled for the wedding. I can’t remember a thing about it, except that it was delicious and there was a delightful lemon sponge cake for dessert with a raspberry coulis.Evidently there had been a Jell-o salad.
A few months into my marriage, my sister-in-law called to request my Jell-o recipe.
“Jell-o recipe?” I asked.
“Sure. That delicious recipe you served at your wedding luncheon.”
“Um, that was catered. I didn’t make the Jell-o,” I said, wracking my brain to remember eating Jell-o at my wedding luncheon. Or in the last 7 years.
“Oh, it was delicious,” she said. “I’d love to get the recipe from you.”
“Well, it was a caterer,” I repeated. “I don’t really have the recipe.”
“Whenever is fine.” She said. “I want to make it for Christmas dinner.”
I called my mom:
“Mom, was there Jell-o at the wedding luncheon?”
“Oh yes. Wasn’t it delicious?”
“I don’t remember eating Jell-o, but Bjorn’s sister wants the recipe.” I said.
“Oh, well, you just throw together the frozen raspberries and the sour cream and, you know, it’s very easy. You need to let one layer set before adding the sour cream of course. Don’t forget to tell her that.” Mom said.
“I think I’m going to need to write this down.” I said.
Long story short, I got my new sister-in-law the recipe and I got myself a reputation.
“Could you bring one of your Jell-o salads?” My new in-laws would ask whenever we got together for a shared meal.
“One of my Jell-o salads?” I complained to Bjorn. “It was the caterer’s Jell-o salad! Why do they think I have a cache of Jell-o salad recipes.”
I gave up trying to convince Bjorn’s family that I knew nothing about Jell-o and started searching for recipes. In those days, many of my requests were by mail, to old college roommates and resulted in little recipe cards being sent back to me weeks later.
So I brought Jell-o salads to the family gatherings.
Eventually, my food assignment morphed into green salads. No one else replaced me as Jell-o maker and I suspected the assignment had been superfluous--a test maybe--to see if I could be trusted with more important dishes. Green salad must be the next rung in the family gathering food assignment ladder.
I began with basic green salads: Lettuce, tomato, cucumber, celery. Maybe a radish if I was feeling adventurous. But after three years of nothing but green salad assignments, I began to feel under-appreciated.
“I can do so much more!” I said to Bjorn. “What about desserts? You like my desserts. I should do dessert.”
However, my subtle hints to the sisters-in-law that I would be happy to bring anything else to family gatherings went unheeded.
I had no choice but to sabotage myself and get fired from green salads.
Bjorn’s dad is a strictly meat and potatoes guy. He feels no need to try anything new, or that might contain a seasoning other than salt and/or pepper. I figured I could make a salad so strange he wouldn’t eat it. And if dad wasn’t happy, changes would have to be made.
My new salads now featured mesculin, blue veined cheeses, pomegranate seeds, candied nuts. I scoured the internet for strange green salad recipes that would shock the family into giving me a different food assignment.
My plan backfired. “Oh, your green salads are the best! We could never make anything like this.” They all said.
“It’s cutting up things and throwing them in a bowl,” I told Bjorn later, at home. “Any kid old enough to use a knife could do the same thing!”
Now the assignment always came as, “Please bring one of your green salads.”
At least this time I did have a stack of recipes I could claim.
Then, one day the call came. It was Bjorn’s dad’s birthday. Could I bring his favorite: a pumpkin pie?
The clouds parted and I think I heard angels singing: I was being promoted to dessert.
I labored over that pumpkin pie like I was birthing my own kid. The crust was perfectly fluted and I made the filling with the freshest canned pumpkin I could find. I covered the crust towards the end of baking so the edges wouldn’t burn. I let it cool and carefully transfered it to the fridge.
It wasn’t until much, much later that I realized my epic mistake: I’d added a whole can of evaporated milk, instead of one cup.
“That doesn’t look quite right” I said to my sister-in-law when she stuck a candle in the middle of the pie and it almost fell over.
“Something’s wrong.” I said as she carried it over to the table.
“I don’t think it set up correctly.” I said, my heart going a million miles a minute.
Abort! Abort! I thought. Please don’t let this fluke pie be the thing that represents my baking skills!
Did I mention that Bjorn’s family is polite? So polite in fact, that they cut that pie like it was the most natural thing to have pumpkin filling the consistency of pudding. So polite that each person commented on how tasty it was. Even my niece who doesn’t like pumpkin pie ate some and gushed about its tastiness.
Meanwhile, I wanted to rip the pie out of everyone’s hands and throw it down the garbage disposal in disgust. But there was no other dessert. Nothing else to serve. Just my disastrous pumpkin mistake.
I wasn’t too surprised when the next family food assignment I received was for a green salad.
And you know what?
I was OK with that.
Friday, April 23, 2010
How to be Awesome - A New Series
How to be Awesome? Write like Cjane.
Nutmeg, just moments after she was born, in my bedroom. Don't you just love her "hospital bracelet?" I had a matching one.
This birth story is the best I have ever read, and I have read a LOT of powerful birth stories. It takes skill to write a birth story like this. It is written in installments so scroll down to the last post and read up.
In my quest to be awesome I would like to be able to write as well as Cjane.
And while I am at it, I will add:
How to be awesome? Have a homebirth. It's like hiking to the top, totally worth it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
9 Things I am Looking Forward to Doing When I No Longer Live in a House That is for Sale
Composting
Gardening
Baking
Hennaing my hair
Crafting with the kids
Letting the kids play with all of their toys at once.
Frying food.
Leaving my clothes on the floor.
Spending the entire day reading or sewing and not caring what the kids are doing to the house.
Gardening
Baking
Hennaing my hair
Crafting with the kids
Letting the kids play with all of their toys at once.
Frying food.
Leaving my clothes on the floor.
Spending the entire day reading or sewing and not caring what the kids are doing to the house.
Monday, April 19, 2010
"I Just Like Nature"
Boba Fett has made an important decision. He phoned the grandparents right away and left the the following message: "Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I have decided to become a zoologist and I started a nature journal. Bye."
This does not come as a surprise to the Mr. and I. Boba Fett has been aiming at a career at the zoo for some years now but this evening he confided to me that he didn't know if he wanted to to work at the zoo or to study animals. He was relieved to find out that the two occupations are compatible. He was a little dismayed to learn that college was involved as well as mastering the tricksy skill of reading but I think he is willing to power through.
One problem though, Boba Fett plans to relocate to Montana and was sad to learn that the only zoo in Montana isn't anywhere close to Grandma's house. I will have to let him know about the fish and game opportunities in NW Montana.
We discussed "observing" things and set up a nature journal with a primary study of Little Fishy, one of our goldfish.
Tomorrow's subject: Rocks.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Motherhood, Don't Miss It for the World
I remember so clearly, were walking out of a store, Camrock was just 3 days old snuggled up in my sling and I turned to my mother and said "Mom, I just love him SO much!" I didn't know how much a person could love another person until he came into my life. I mean you think you love your husband, really, really love him and then this little one shows up and you KNOW that what you felt before was nothing compared to this. That all you have or ever could accomplish means nothing without those little spirits in your care.I always feel so sorry for those women who consciously choose NOT to become a mother. How sad to miss out on this.
To Camrock, Happy Birthday, thank you for a decade of motherhood, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Did You Pay Your Taxes?
Did it hurt, I mean really hurt to look at that big number the government took from you so that Nancy Pelosi can fly her family about in taxpayer jets and we can bail out failing car companies and greedy banks? Are you happy that you contributed so much to Social Security when you know you will never see a penny of Social Security in your old age? Does it feel good to know that your hard earned money is for teacher's unions who no longer teach but exploit children and that the State dances to THEIR tune not the students'? Isn't it nice to have pretty green bike boxes even though violent criminals are set free because there isn't money to keep them in jail?Does it make you angry to know that you work so hard and get to keep so little of it? Does it alarm you that you could actually pay someone a living wage with what you DIDN'T get to keep from your business proceeds?
If so get yourself to a Tea Party tomorrow. Let the politicians know that you will remember this day in November. If you are in Oregon visit November Recall to get involved.
Even though last April 15th was one of the most inspiring days of my life, this year I will be laying low as Camrock will be turning 10 on that day. He gave up his birthday for the Tea Party last year so this time it is his turn.
Friday, April 09, 2010
Sneak Peek
Cary Grant and I met with the Bishop for a pre-wedding interview yesterday. Here is a little sneak peek.
The Living Room with French doors to the Covered Porch
The first fireplace, in the Living Room. I love the words the owners have on the ledges, so appropriate for our struggle to buy this house.
The Kitchen from the Dining Room.I am going to need a LOT of rugs.
***Still need your prayers but the Lord keeps blessing us and helping us find the path.
We are really close.***
Thursday, April 08, 2010
One Year of Unplugged
Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of our Unplugged Experiment. It isn't really and experiment any longer, we have decided it is a keeper.
One year ago I decided that it was time for extreme measures and send all of the remote controls to work with Moose while I and my plucky band of small people were left to amuse ourselves in other ways. We were not allowed to play on the computer or watch TV until Moose came home from work.
Occasionally, on Mondays we watch an episode of "Nature" together.
The results? We are now able to maintain some sort of a routine during the day. Increased imaginative play in all the children. Those same children playing with one another in general harmony. Commander C has become an avid reader and has taken to drawing comics. Boba Fett continues to ask questions that floor us and is learning to read. Nutmeg has learned to knit AND read and spends hours a day writing and drawing and dancing. I grew a garden, created an entirely new form of biking, started a fashion empire, kicked a congressman's butt and fell in love with a house.
Our pet fish still live.
One year ago I decided that it was time for extreme measures and send all of the remote controls to work with Moose while I and my plucky band of small people were left to amuse ourselves in other ways. We were not allowed to play on the computer or watch TV until Moose came home from work.
Occasionally, on Mondays we watch an episode of "Nature" together.
The results? We are now able to maintain some sort of a routine during the day. Increased imaginative play in all the children. Those same children playing with one another in general harmony. Commander C has become an avid reader and has taken to drawing comics. Boba Fett continues to ask questions that floor us and is learning to read. Nutmeg has learned to knit AND read and spends hours a day writing and drawing and dancing. I grew a garden, created an entirely new form of biking, started a fashion empire, kicked a congressman's butt and fell in love with a house.
Our pet fish still live.
Friday, April 02, 2010
If it's Cute They are Looking for...
Then I have it in the bag. job interview today, but I don't want a job, I want to stay home with my babies. I want my house to sell!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Gratitude
Things are looking very good for our little family and our new home. There are only two things that now bar the way and one of them needs to happen. I need to find a job by the 12th of April or our house needs to sell. There have been so many obstacles along this path and through faith and prayer the Lord has provided away around, through or over each one. This is the only one that stands.
I will be honest, the prospect of getting a job after a decade of full time mothering is NOT appealing to me. I really would rather SELL THIS HOUSE!
But I will do it because this new home will be worth it. So if you know of a job that would be awesome for seamstress with wicked cool public speaking and customer service skills and can help me pay a mortgage please hook me up!
I will be honest, the prospect of getting a job after a decade of full time mothering is NOT appealing to me. I really would rather SELL THIS HOUSE!
But I will do it because this new home will be worth it. So if you know of a job that would be awesome for seamstress with wicked cool public speaking and customer service skills and can help me pay a mortgage please hook me up!
Monday, March 29, 2010
In Walked Grace Kelly
Remember how I likened buying that house to being engaged to Cary Grant? Well, this weekend Grace Kelly showed up. Not only that but Eva Marie Saint and Ingrid Bergman are threatening to join her. I am channelling the scrappy little French girl and am going to fight to the end. This time Grace Kelly won't win.
Please send your prayers and good wishes, we will need them. Hopefully I will have some good news by the end of April.
P.S. Someone PLEASE buy my house!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Why I Steam Tablecloths with a Smile on My Face
I helped with a wedding this weekend. It was just what I needed to get out of the house as I have been sitting at home in a funk for weeks. I had so much fun chatting in the kitchen while we prepared food. Decorating for a wedding is SO much fun especially when you don't have the stress of it being a wedding that you are a part of. Actually, the fact that I barely know the bride made it better. My favorite task was making up a basket of food for the bride and groom to take with them to the hotel.What I wanted to write about was this:
I was thanked profusely for my help. While I am glad that my helping hands weren't taken for granted I felt very uncomfortable with all of the thanks because it seemed so unnecessary.
I helped because I love my sisters.
To all of the women in my circle, you are my mothers, my sisters, my aunts, my cousins, my friends. Helping you isn't a chore or even a duty on my part it is something I want to do and don't even think twice about. You are my family. That's what families do.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The First Iconic Ride of the Year
I took Liberty Bell out this afternoon for a ride. Spring has been here for several weeks, the violets are spent, the tulip trees have dropped their flowers and the daffodils are staring to look a little sad but there were still some amazing blossoms.
While I was taking a water break I saw those big, fat fuzzy bumblebees in this plum tree. I rummaged in my basket for my camera but by the time I got it out they had moved on to another tree. I did get this great shot of a honey bee though.
I eagerly await this every year. Two of our neighbors have these Double Flowering Cherry Trees. There are one or two days when they are fully bloomed before the blossoms start falling and they are breathtaking. I take a picture every year.
Friday, March 19, 2010
You Should Be So Lucky
My dear friend Sarah is holding a contest on her photography blog Smiling Eyes Photography.
You may remember Sarah from such awesome pictures as this:
This:
and this:
You could win a free photo shoot with her! Enter here
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Something Like the Victoria Cross Please
Wednesday Boba Fett wanted to go to the duck pond to feed the ducks. I had a little insider information, namely, the parks district had stocked the pond with trout on Monday. So, I surprised the kids with an impromptu fishing trip. Boba Fett was ecstatic that he was having "My first time fishing!"
BG down at G.I. Joes helped us get all rigged up and off we went. We didn't catch anything (for which I will be eternally grateful), in fact we barely figured out how to cast but we had a good time.I. Took. My. Kids. Fishing. Alone. Voluntarily.
"What do you want, a medal? " my mom asked after I told the 5th time what I had done.
"Yes, I do!"
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The New Look
First there was Dior with the "New Look" fitted jacket, nipped in waist and a full skirt.
The New Look marked an abrupt change in fashion and one of my personal favorite periods in costume.
Now we have Nutmeg with the "New New Look"
The New New Look is delicate, whimsical and practical.
Mussy self cropped hair, leotards, pastel colors, tulle, tights, mid-thigh tutus, and mid-calf galoshes; get yours today!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I'm a Copy Cat and I Don't Care
I saw this post yesterday and hastened myself to Joann because I needed a centerpiece for the table so that I can stop buying so many fresh flowers, and because I am mad about ranunculus.Not angry mad but crazy mad.
I didn't even know that ranunculus existed until last spring when I saw them Home Depot. I thought that they were lovely that I bought a bag and planted them. They never came up, happily, the silk flowers look as good as the real thing.
Not only did I find ranunculus but I found the exact plants that Samster Mommy used in her box. Usually I try to make things my own but I love the freshness of this color. May these words never come from my fingers again; but, good thing Joann has the same stuff all over the country.
Super easy, the cost was about $15 which is more than I would have liked but the tiny basket was $5. Seriously Joann, I know that basket cost like 25 cents to make.
Nutmeg helped, in fact Nutmeg did most of it, she was a real tyrant and barely let me do anything but trim the stems.
She is pretty proud.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Don't Waffle, GO!
There is always a queue at The Waffle WindowI really have to give a shout out to Amy Karol over at Angry Chicken. I don't know her, I am just one of many that read her blog, the difference is that I too live in Portland. Amy often blogs about local places, so when she mentions a place I can actually check it out. This December, Amy posted about the Happy Sparrow Cafe and I packed up the kids that very afternoon for an impromptu outing and experienced kaloche.
Last week she mentioned The Waffle Window and the kids and I headed over to their website and started drooling. After that the kids asked 3-4 times a day when we would be going to "Waffle Windows." Well Camrock and Nutmeg did, Boba Fett insisted that he wanted NOTHING to do with waffles no matter what type of exit they were procured from.
Camrock eagerly anticipating waffles, his favorite food
Boba Fett doesn't want waffles and orders 2 slices of Bacon instead.O.K., so, these waffles are Liège Waffles which are a Belgian thing and have a coating of something called "pearl sugar." I am not sure of the details but it seemed to me like a hard glaze. All of the waffles have the glaze and then toppings are added on top. 
The Whole Farm
The Whole FarmI am looking forward to trying the 3 B's (Bacon, Brie and Basil) or a Seasonal Jam and Panna Cotta Waffle.
Nutmeg and Camrock each ordered the Chocolate Dipped Waffle ($2.50.) I think these were the best of what we ordered. They were served cold so you could easily buy one and take it home for a midnight snack.
Moose ordered the Waffle Ice Cream Sandwich ($3.50) It was huge and according to the rest of my family GREAT. I am not an ice cream fan so I refrained. Moose said that it is big so you should share it. Boba Fett and Nutmeg are planning on doing that next time. Yes, there will be a next time and Boba Fett is now The Waffle Window's biggest fan.You can visit The Waffle Window the next time you are in the Hawthorne Neighborhood shopping for vintage or catching a movie at The Bagdad.
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