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Went out cross country skiing at lunch today. It was a beautiful day, sunny with good company. Unfortunately, my ski pants, my pole and my bottom did not fare as well as the rest of me.
We have this series of trails literally outside our door and through the woods. One of the trails is my nemesis since it is rather steep downhill over a water hazard (which by the way does in fact contain rocks and sticks) and then immediately makes a sharp right turn. It is usually okay on days later in the winter when there are feet of snow on top of it because the water has frozen and it has been packed down from use. Today, however, was not that day. I splendidly slid, almost navigating the water hazard, but alas, not to be and my hipbone thankfully cushioned somewhat by the padding of my butt met the water and an evidently nice sized rock or two and some sticks. While collecting myself from the wreckage, I noticed that I had broken the basket on the bottom of my ski pole. Literally right off the pole. So now, armed with one ski pole and one stick (which would have worked wonderfully for poking out an eye or picking up litter on the side of the highway with the prison patrol) I set off again. Being the litigious person that I am (yeah, right) I decided to file a complaint with the trail master. Lousy trail grooming, open water hazards, what was this crap? (Mind you that my own klutzy nature is not at all to blame here – although a Tammy falls across East Wallingford tour was mentioned by a certain someone whose name shall not be spoken). During all of this spectacle of sportsmanship on my part, mind you, the trail master was about ten feet in front of me (and had incidentally navigated the water hazard hill sharp turn thing just fine, thank you) so the yelling and complaining was not all that difficult to do.
We got back home and when I took off my (new last season) snowpants, I realized that they had suffered more damage than my bruised butt and explained why the seat of my pants was wet. Poor ski pants, poor pole, poor me. Bad Trail Master. Bad, Bad Trail Master! I expect better trail grooming in the future…. and less laughing.
This is what is left after I make these muffins for breakfast. I make a dozen muffins and have three boys who devour them each and every time. You do the math, but I guarantee that by after school today they are most likely completely gone.
The recipe is simple and one that I found on Epicurious.com. The recipes dates back to 1999 so it’s almost as old as they are – yet much like my sons, it’s a keeper. It is simple to make, I usually make them first thing in the morning while the boys are getting up and ready for school, they are cooked and cool enough to eat before they leave in the morning.
- 3 ripe bananas
- 2/3 c. sugar
- 2/3 c. miniature chocolate chips
- 1 1/2 c. all purpose flour
- 1 1/2 t. baking powder
- 1/4 t. salt
- 1 egg, beaten
- 1 stick butter melted
- 1/4 c. milk
- Mash bananas into bowl.
- Melt butter in microwave.
- Add all ingredients except chocolate chips to bowl and mix until well blended.
- Add chocolate chips and mix well.
- Spoon into pre-greased cupcake liners
- Bake in preheated 350 degrees oven for 30 minutes.
I just saw this over at afreshwhisper.tumblr.com and thought immediately of my boys. They will want this, I must admit it is quite ingenious, especially the binder ring part.
This was dinner last night – Chicken Tortilla Soup.
- 3 chicken breasts – cut up into bite size pieces
- 12 cups chicken stock or broth
- 4 cups instant mashed potatoes (thickener)
- 1/4 cup shredded cheese (cheddar, jack or colby)
- 1 cup chopped onion
- 1 cup chopped green bell peppers or 1 can green chiles
- 1 14 oz can kernel corn
- 2 t. cumin
- 1 t. cajun seasoning
- salt and pepper to taste
- cilantro chopped for topping
- lime wedges for topping
- 2 cups crushed corn tortilla chips for topping
- Cut up chicken breasts add to stock pot with broth.
- Add remaining ingredients except for cilantro, lime and tortilla chips.
- Bring to a boil and simmer until chicken is cooked through about 1/2 hour. Add additional mashed potatoes or sour cream to the desired thickness.
- Add cilantro, lime wedge and tortilla chips to individual bowls to top soup.
So, 11 years and a day after the sledding date, after college and law school and the bar exam, work, my dad’s open heart surgery and recuperation, we finally made it all official. My wedding band has eleven little diamonds on it (in case I forget how long we dated) and the day went off without a hitch (despite the fact that we married in the winter and I must have asked the catering hall about a billion times what happens if we get a blizzard that day) it seemed as if everyone had a good time, I know that we did (or at least that’s what it looked like in the photos and video (since the entire day was a blur). We honeymooned in Vancouver and Whistler-Blackcomb and it was breathtaking. For those of you who might notice there is a pattern, our first date was in the snow, we got married in the middle of winter (thankfully without a lot of snow), honeymooned in the snow and now live in the snow. Think we like snow or what?
Today, marks 19 years. While it seems like a lifetime (in a good way) it also seems like just yesterday. We have been blessed with three handsome, healthy young men, good family and wonderful friends. I get to spend my life hanging with my best friend. What more could a girl ask for?
Happy Anniversary Tom!
Thirty years ago today (or yesterday – she’s only posting it today to make him feel better) depending on whether you listen to the boy (or the girl -but the girl is right, mind you) a boy and a girl went sledding at night in, of all places, a cemetery by the girl’s friend’s house with a couple other friends. Their sleds were just cardboard boxes from the recycling behind the A & P Supermarket at the top of the hill by the cemetery. They laughed so hard that night sledding and falling that they practically cried. The boy has been making the girl laugh ever since. And the rest, as they say in the movies….is history.
Tom just installed an app on my youngest son’s ipod which helps those, like Tim, that are colorblind. Tim is red/green colorblind which is a trait not uncommon in males. Tom found this app created by a man named Dan Kaminsky, a security guy by trade, that helps the colorblind see the colors that you and I take for granted. He, by the way, evidently is not colorblind either in case you were wondering. He stated that his motivation in developing the application actually came from his friend not noticing the very green girl in a bikini in the Star Trek film they attended together (his friend merely thought she had a really dark tan and he humorously related that the friend was shocked to learn the girl was really green).
We showed these images to Tim and he was able to partially pick out the first and not pick out the second at all. Tom downloaded the app and using Tim’s ipod over the screen, he was able to easily discern the numbers inside the circles. He was so excited, it was great to see.
For more information please visit http://dankaminsky.com/category/imagery/ where he explains the reasoning behind the development of the app.
The app costs $3 and from the expression on Tim’s face when he used it, you would think we told him he had won lotto. An article about Kaminsky and his app development can be found here.
Good job, Dan. Thanks, you seemed to have made my son’s night. :)
We had a nice holiday week. We were fortunate to have visits from my sister and her family. The boys always love to see their cousins. They are always sad when they leave. It’s a cycle, like ending an old year and beginning a new one. I love having my sister around, it’s fun to have someone around who knows me since well – forever. Much like my boys, I am always sad to see her go and always look forward to their next visit. Happily, my nephew who is autistic and loves comes to our house and usually leaves in tears because he doesn’t want to leave, left this visit in good spirits which makes it easier on everyone, especially my sister and my brother-in-law.
It was nice to spend a couple hours with my friend Patty of Where Did The Time Go? who came up from Massachusetts to visit family, which as luck would have it, live in my town. She took me for a tour of her adorable Shack over in Tinmouth. We had fun catching up in person and enjoyed a nice relaxing cup of tea together.
The bummer of the weekend was that I came down with a cold so my motivation factor is pretty minimal. The weather has been very un-winter-like these last few days but refreshingly warm and nice to be outside. Haven’t broken out the cross country skis yet and with the fast melting snow, we’ll probably have to wait until it gets colder and some more snow comes our way.
Another year has come and gone. We ushered out 2010 and welcomed in 2011. It will take a while to get used to that date. Last night we welcomed a new year with a gathering of family and friends. My sister was here to help organize a nice party – she is after all the queen of party decorating as evidenced here.
We had a nice time celebrating with some good friends and neighbors. Always a fun crowd to hang around with and the kids all seemed to have a good time hanging out in the new digs. It was fortunate that we had company when midnight rolled around or I would have welcomed in the New Year all by my lonesome, since Tom was out rescuing kids on snowmobiles that decided to stop running just before the ball dropped and missed the whole thing. He was back in time to see some (but not all) of the guests out. Let’s just not give too much credit to the tradition that the New Year’s kiss at the stroke of midnight sets the tone for relationship for the coming year. Otherwise, I was pretty much out of luck for this year before it even started.
Let’s see, in keeping with other New Year traditions, the windows (or at least some of them) were open at the stroke of midnight (a lot of people in the house when it’s over 40 degrees will do that) as well as making lots of noise at midnight (to scare away the evil spirits – my grandmother would be proud) – we had that covered with noisemakers and whoops and hollers from the crowd. We didn’t have black-eyed peas today but we did have sausage which is supposed to bring good luck since pigs eat moving forward (for the pig that was the sausage – not good luck since it evidently did not move fast enough to avoid being the sausage). The color of your underwear is supposed to bring good luck – I won’t divulge the color of my undies but let’s say sheerly by coincidence I had that one covered as well. Some traditions or superstitions believe that the first footer (or first person who knocks on your door New Year’s Day) determines whether or not your year will be lucky.
Overall, I think the party was successful –everyone seemed to have fun, brought some wonderful goodies to share and great company and conversation – it was a night to take stock of how lucky and blessed we are to have such nice and dear friends.
No matter your traditions (however silly they might seem) my wishes that you and your families enjoy a year blessed with good health, much love, laughter and prosperity.