While Christmas music season may be just around the corner, we know there’s a few of you out there who may be holding out until after Thanksgiving. So, we thought we’d share a taste of what we’ve been listening to lately and give you something to listen to as you cook your Thanksgiving feast. This playlist is mellow and is best paired with a mug of something warm.
Maybe I should title this post: California: Part Three OF THREE.
I promise this is the last one. But Eric put together this little video of our time there, and I couldn’t help but share. We can’t decide if Owen is narcissistic or nostalgic, but he likes watching this more than he does Elmo.
If you know Eric and I at all, you know that one-third of the reason that we do anything is so that we can take pictures. Seriously, we regularly take our camera to the park two blocks from our house; we’re those people. We’re pretty sure our friends and families are planning an intervention.
Obviously those tendencies get kicked into high gear on vacation. In the last three days here in California, we’ve probably taken well over 500 pictures. In light of that number, the dozen pictures we’re sharing in this post doesn’t seem quite as obnoxious, right?
(Two gold stars If you’re not either of our moms and you make it to the end of this post.)
…for apple picking.
Today, we took a trip to the apple orchard despite somewhat blustery weather.
This was really Owen’s first experience with the orchard (last year, many of Minnesota’s orchards were apple-less after a late-spring frost). Mostly, he took individual bites out of 56 different grounded apples, threw them around like balls, and ran up and down the rows like it was his job.
This last weekend, we were honored to be a part of Eric’s brother David’s wedding to his new bride Julia. Isn’t she beautiful?
…for toddlers, babies, and Wisconsin.
This last weekend, we went down to my family’s house in Wisconsin to attend a baby shower for my brother Ben and his wife Vicki, who are expecting their first baby at the end of September.
I was so glad we got to be there, and I got to see a few cousins and aunts that I don’t get to see very often. This is from right to left, my sister-in-law Vicki, my cousin Allison, and me…all expecting mamas, in descending order of due dates!
I have to assume that you love food if you are reading a food blog. And by this point, you have to know that food is a driving force in my life as well. So I thought I’d take today and tell you what it’s like, as a food lover, to not love food for the duration of my first trimester.
I’d be sitting at a stop light, thinking about meals I ate just before the nausea set in…pulled pork, baked ziti…and I’d want to want them, but I just couldn’t.
I was once really proud of myself for eating a taco. A taco seasoned with the ever-exotic Ortega store packet whose only topping was cheese. No salsa, no onions, no sour cream, no lettuce, no cilantro. Just cheese.
…for another baby.
That’s right. We’re so excited to be expecting another baby January 25th – the day before my own birthday. Presently, that puts me at fifteen weeks along and happily well out of the nauseous hole that was my first trimester.
We’re not totally sure how to refer to this second baby. We’ve kicked around the idea of Duge (DOO-gay) - the Korean word for “two.” But all I picture when I hear the moniker Duge is a stubble-faced thirteen year old playing video games and eating Doritos. Not exactly fetus material.
I didn’t show with Owen until like halfway through the pregnancy. But this baby eagerly made itself visible around six weeks, forcing me to alternate wearing the two baggy shirts I own for the last two months in an attempt to hide the bump. Despite the early bump, Owen is and has been blissfully unaware of the attention-stealing babytrain heading his way. But we know. And now you do too.
So this happened last Friday night:
The storm was brief but knocked down trees and power all over Minneapolis. We spent the night and part of Saturday without power while listening to sirens do their thing throughout the city. It was kind of intense.
…for the farmers market.
It’s finally farmers market season around here again. The start of the market actually got delayed this year due to all the snow. What’s more depressing than that? To celebrate the return of local produce, we wanted to point out this handy little tool:
You can search for your closest farmers market, and find out what’s in season in your neck of the woods. Tip: Don’t press the “go” button or it will navigate away from the search you’ve put in. Once you enter your location information, the list of seasonal produce or farmers markets automatically generates. You can always find this tool on our sidebar by pressing the button “What’s in Season?”
I’ve talked a little bit about my sisters in the past, but today it’s time to tell you about Ben, my younger brother. Ben and I are only three years apart, so we spent a lot of time together, doing normal sibling stuff like spending a high percentage of our Saturday mornings painstakingly splitting up our chore list so as to ensure the fairest distribution possible.
The strong ones and the weak
Are the same under His blood
For empty handed all must come
To receive His endless love
So let all condemnation cease
Let guilt have no more claim
Let the devil lose all dominion
The Lamb of God He came!
The Lamb of God was slain!
The Lamb of God was raised!
This past week, we helped to host an early Passover Seder meal with some friends. Not being Jewish, this was a first for us.
So I mentioned a few weeks ago that these days have been full of parking tickets.
I thought I’d flesh that out a little today. Eric and I, combined, have probably not had a parking ticket in about four years. But since the start of 2013, we’ve accumulated three.
Parking Ticket #1 was for expired tabs. Tabs that we’d ordered mid-December. Tabs that we’d waited for. Tabs we just kept assuming would come any day now. And then it happened. I left a friend’s house, hauled a 20-lb. Owen and his 500-lb. carseat over an icy snowbank, got him all snapped in and sat down to drive away when I saw it.
This last week, we said goodbye to Eric’s Grandpa, who passed away at the age of 91. It was a bittersweet weekend of gathering together with family to remember a life well lived. Though it is nothing but sobering to consider death and its finality, mourning too must have its season.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;”
I spent this past weekend getting knocked over by a vicious flu bug and did not eat even one bite of any Super Bowl appetizers. Instead, by Sunday night, I was just managing to get down some saltines and ginger tea. #SuperSick
Needless to say, we haven’t done much of any cooking around here this weekend. But this morning, I woke up with a little more of an appetite, and I started combing the internet for some germ-fighting recipes. All of these recipes pack a lot of nutrition; all are pretty cheap to make, and most importantly, all of them can be made in 40 minutes or less because the last thing you want to do when sick is be in the kitchen…or anywhere besides the couch…for much longer than that.
#1. Hurry Up I Don’t Feel Good Chicken Noodle Soup by Lady By the Bay
She made this soup in 30 minutes, and I’m testing it out tonight. (Plus, this soup seems gentle on the stomach and a good reentry into actual food.)