Archive for March, 2010
As the target demographic of parenting magazines, ironically I don’t have any time to actually sit and read them. But I aspire to. I have 14 months of back issues waiting to be thumbed through on a rainy day.
Thankfully, my good friend Sara stays more current than I do and is kind enough to share tidbits with me.
Her latest find was using wire whisks to dye Easter Eggs with kiddos. You carefully slip your egg into the center of the whisk and let the kids dip it into the dye.
In theory, it makes the eggs easier to handle and dip. In real life, it does exactly that. No egg dropping. No cracks.
What you will need:
Hard boiled eggs, cooled
Easter egg dye
Whisks (Set of three metal whisks $2.99 at Target)
Lately, Sammy has an affection for calling me Katy Brown. It is my name, although I prefer Mom, Queen Bee or Pretty Lady.
As she took a skinny dip in the tub tonight, she pointed to me and said “Kay-tee Brown.”
Me: “Good job Sammy! Say Maddy Brown.”
Sam: “Maddy Brown!”
Me: “Cooper Brown…”
Sam: “Cooper Brown!”
Me: “Sam Brown…”
Sam: “M’am Brown!”
Me: “Matt Brown…”
Sam: (Turning around and grabbing her butt cheeks) “MY BUTT!”
So all night long I have been poking and giggling at My Butt. Telling him how much “I love My Butt“. I would guess, My Butt is going to sit on the couch and watch TV tonight instead of folding laundry.
If that happens, My Butt might need a spanking.
Last year I heard from a friend (who is an amazing cook) about a secret recipe that involved a ham and pizza dough.
Two things came to mind:
1) I have never made a ham and love a challenge.
2) In my humble opinion, it’s silly to keep recipes secret. Unless it’s for business purposes.
So I set out to make this elusive dough wrapped ham for Easter dinner last year. I called up our favorite pizza place and asked to purchase a large chunk of dough. Because it’s run by great people, they happily obliged. I spent a wonderful afternoon driving around, running errands, with a delicious smelling ball of dough on my front seat.
To be honest, I have no idea what kind of ham I bought. It was a large, spiral cut ham that was precooked. It wasn’t the cheapest or the most expensive.
I rolled out the dough, wrapped the ham and baked it at 325 degrees for the time directed on the package. It was around 15 minutes per pound or until the internal temperature read 160 degrees.
I left the dough thick which kept in much of the moisture but would probably roll it thinner next go round. It was fun to peel off the cover unveiling a beautiful, moist ham beneath the doughy surface.
It’s always a good sign when everyone digs into the ham and eats with their fingers mumbling through ham filled chops about how good it is.
My favorite part of Easter Sunday is our family ham dinner at my parent’s house. I think the dough wrapped ham will make another appearance this year. As will the Peeps, chocolate malted eggs, double the peanut butter Reese’s PB Eggs, mashed potatoes, cherry pie and the expected kiddie sugar crash SUPER early bedtime at 6:00 pm.
Again, I find myself struggling to find words. As you well know, that doesn’t happen very often.
Over the weekend a beautiful 5 year old boy lost his battle with AML, an aggressive form of leukemia. Jason and his family entered our lives like a ray of bright sunshine after the ALL diagnosis of my nephew, Jack Jack the Super Kid.
I remember the first day I met Jason, he was sitting criss cross applesauce in a chair at his house, playing a video game. He giggled excitedly and smiled as I told him I brought him some homemade banana bread. He was so tiny, I thought I could probably slip him into my pocket and carry him around.
And how I wanted to.
Jason was made of pure joy. His smile went from ear to ear. It’s only fitting that after his funeral service this week his parents have planned a dance party celebration. This kid embodied what it meant to live life to the fullest.
One can only hope that his family finds peace and understanding as they celebrate Jason’s life this week. They are wonderful people, filled with grace.
To Jason’s loved ones, Godspeed.
To You, Do not take one single moment for granted. Live, Giggle, Love, Sing.
More on Jason’s story: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jasoneckrich
Spring has finally sprung! The weather is warmer, people are actually walking around outside on purpose and the sun is setting later in the day. At our house, that means dinner has to be easy, quick and delicious.
Plus, who wants to slave over a hot stove when outside your front door Cinderella is riding her bike, while ringing her bell and singing What’s the Weather at the top of her lungs?
It’s with great joy that I share with you my favorite recipe. I know I say favorite a lot. But this one takes the bowl. And the spoon.
The list of ingredients themselves isn’t necessarily appealing, but together something magical happens. I have yet to eat a bowl and not swoon. The mixture of hot and cold, crunchy and chewy is fantastic.
Because I know you will ask: No. My kids don’t eat this. Not because they don’t like it but because I am too selfish to share. They eat peanut butter sandwiches, organic cheese puffs and carrot sticks.
To make 2 generous bowls you will need:
Bean sprouts (Fresh are best but I keep a can on hand and they work well)
1 8 oz can sliced water chestnuts
1 8 oz can bamboo shoots
2 – 3 Celery stalks, chopped
Fresh Sugar Snap Peas (I buy bagged, ready to eat ones sold near bagged salads)
1 Bag frozen or Microwave ready Brown Rice (Approximately 1 cup per person)
3/4 Cup orange juice
3 Tablespoons soy sauce
2 Tablespoons rice vinegar (white or brown)
1 Tablespoon sesame oil
Hot sauce to taste, a dash or six
This will take you 7 minutes or less.
Heat your rice in the microwave as directed on the package. My frozen brown rice takes 4 minutes. Meanwhile mix up the sauce and whisk together in a microwave safe measuring cup.
Open the cans and drain. Chop your celery and sugar snap peas. Spoon the cooked rice into two bowls. Pop the sauce into the microwave for 2 minutes.
Layer your bowls with rice, raisins, cashews, sliced water chestnuts, sugar snap peas, celery and bamboo shoots.
Pour the heated sauce over the top of each bowl. Dig in.
“Don’t you wipe your butt with a shower curtain!”
Disclaimer: This event took place years ago. Pre-kids and before SuperHub became my Walgreens-Embarrassing-Items-Buyer post childbirth. Preparation H products aren’t as funny after you actually need them.
Three aisles away from SuperHub, at a busy SuperTarget on a Saturday afternoon he called out for me “Katy!”
I heard him and ignored him. Then I heard him again, more persistent and louder “KATY!”
“DO YOU NEED MORE PREPERATION H CREAM YET OR ARE YOU OK?”
There was silence amongst the crowds for a five aisle span.
For the remainder of the trip, I pretended that I didn’t know who this freak show SuperHub was as he followed me around the store in hysterics.
There is no mistake to the fact that when March Madness basketball games are on, I insist that volume level 17 is too loud on the TV. Yet when Real Housewives of New York is on, I can hardly hear the catty comments at a 37 on the volume.
Here are a few things I would rather do than watch another March Madness basketball game:
Attempt to bite my own toenails. I have a kid who does this and it completely grosses me out. All the same, I think it could be fun to see how flexible one can be with a goal like that.
Sleep. Couch naps are the hardest, deepest sleeps.They are fantastic until you have to unglue your contact from your eyeball, brush your teeth, let the dog out again, push the unfolded laundry off the bed and then realize you’re wide awake again.
Fold laundry. Actually. Not really. I take that back. Besides, it’s not 3 feet tall yet.
It was 60 some odd degrees today and absolutely beautiful outside. We had our windows open to gather fresh air in the house.
Then a neighbor walked by and one of my friendly children greeted them with a yelled “Hello!” and excited wave.
“We have our windows open! My mom farted in here and it smells REALLY BAD!”
So we shut the windows.