Friday, April 30, 2010
Five weeks from today, I will wake up and fix Scotty whatever he wants for breakfast.
Five weeks from today, he will follow me around the house because he's used to being constantly by someone's side and if feels weird to be alone.
Five weeks from today he will say things like, "Whatever you fix will be fine." "I don't remember having soooo many clothes." "We are so blessed to have so much." "That shower felt so good." "I love my bed." "Why does my dog keep growling at me?" "Video games are such a waste of time."
Five weeks from today I will be busy getting ready for a BBQ and family & friends shin-dig. He will be nervous about not remembering how to say things in English.
Five weeks from today *SHE* will come into town. *SHE* has butterflies about the thought. I can't tell you what he's thinking about the whole thing. He doesn't know *SHE* has school Friday morning and won't be in town on Thursday for the actual deplaning--um we'll rely on the whole loving-heart-full-of-forgiveness-for-all-mankind to carry us through that little situation.
Five weeks from today he will profusely compliment me on everthing that happens all day.
Five weeks from today he'll tell Drew all about Brasil and a mission, because 5 year old Drew has been saying the line, "Scotty is on a mission in Brasil" for 2 years and has no idea what that really means. Charlie has no idea who Scotty is. Hallie, ditto. Parker and Carson have never met Scotty.
And then five weeks from tomorrow, it all slowly starts getting back to normal.
Monday, April 26, 2010
For some time now I've been wanting to write a post about the hits and misses at Williams-Sonoma. I've also wanted to write about the greatness that was Sister Clark's kitchen. My first experience in her kitchen was 9th or 10th grade. My young women's class was meeting there during Christmas break to make cookie plates for a rest home or something like that. As was usually the case, I was kind of confused. How in the world do you make a 'variety of cookies and candies' to put all over plates, how are 8 girls all going to fit in the kitchen to do this? You know, I just go with the flow and try to figure out what everyone was talking about. Being a convert and raised in a smaller kitchen, I was at a disadvantage.
Sister Clark's kitchen was magical. It was H.U.G.E. She had tons of pans. Back at my house, two thin cookie sheets. Here, they just kept coming out of the cupboard. A never ending baking supply! This was not all, it was loud, and confusing, and her other kids walking through, her older son teasing the girls that were there, it was just chaos. I had never experienced anything like this in a kitchen before. Through the whole baking process, I just remember Sister Clark laughing and enjoying it all.
This simple little activity probably is not remembered by any of the other girls that were there. It was really an insignificant Christmas break day. But to me, it was life changing. I wanted to be like that. I wanted my cupboards full of whatever I needed to get the job done. Most of all, I wanted the noise, I wanted my house to feel like it was alive with life. And I wanted to laugh and enjoy all the chaos with my kids. So thank you, Sister Clark, all those years ago for opening up your kitchen to a mia maid class and being such a great example to me. I can't tell you how many times as I reach for a cookie sheet or start up my mixer I think of that day.
A couple of weeks ago I stopped in to Williams-Sonoma. I needed a new cork-stopper-pouring-thingy for my oil cruet. They didn't sell the one I wanted any more :(. I broused around. I was just in the mood to buy something. You know how every now and then you just want to shop? There hasn't been any extraneous shopping for a long while. I had a little extra money and just looked around.
I bought this Whoopie Pie pan. I thought it was ridiculously priced, but I was in a mood for chocolate and the picture looked so good. I saw it and knew it would be something fun to make for Drew. He walks through the door every Sunday asking if I made dessert. I thought he'd love these.
I used the internet to get a recipe to make them from scratch. None of the recipes said anything about a whoopie pie pan. They said to drop a spoonful on a cookie sheet and flatten out into a circle. So I used both methods.
I needed my trusty 'ole Betty Crocker cookbook to tell me how to make buttermilk (substitution section on the back cover).
I cursed the single oven in the rental house and made a mental note to make sure and put a double oven in the new house remodel.
The last two cookie sheets waiting to go into the oven. I have to say for two weeks I've been telling myself how stupid it was to get the pan, and once i saw online how you were supposed to shape the cookies, I was really mad I had bought the pan.
But this is what they looked like coming out of the oven. The regular cookie sheet cookies thinned and spread out and didn't retain the original shape. Score a point for the pan.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The two babies were here together. Carson on the left, Parker on the right