I am a firm believer in dreaming-not the sleep kind but the kind where you what if I *insert scenario here* kind. We do a lot of what ifing in my house. What if I won the lottery? What if you could live anywhere in the world? What if you could spend x amount of money in just one place (that answer of course is Walmart)?
I have noticed however that my children do this also. Let me tell you those little guys dream BIG. The big difference in our little What if game and theirs is one very simple little thing. The kids don't say IF, they say WHEN. For instance Thing 1, who loves baseball and the beach has said, "When I graduate from college and retire from playing for the Yankees, I am going to live at the beach and on a bait shop and tow service. I will call it Hook 'Em Up." The child has a plan. I am all for this plan cause that means mom lives on easy street (well maybe not easy street but not so tight of a budget street). Thing 2 says "When I am out of college I am going to own a ranch and be a cowboy".
I just love how my kiddos have the confidence to believe that they can do anything they want. I hope that continues as they get older and do embark on fulfilling dreams.
I also love that as they are dreaming so big they make sure to include their mama and daddy. :)
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Cook Cook Cook
I do believe I have mentioned before that I like to cook, mostly because I am southern, and well that's how we roll. So this weekend I got my FILL of it. I have a tendency to get myself into little projects, that seem so simple to start but NEVER end that way.
Hub's grandma turned 92 Valentine's day. So a few weeks ago while Hubs was on the phone with his mama (he's a good southern boy he calls his mama regularly) and I being the person I am tell him to ask if we need to plan something for her birthday. So after a few minutes of back and forth with Hubs being the middle man we decided that yes we are in fact going to do something for her birthday. That Sunday while at lunch we inform my Mother in law that if it is o.k. with her we will do Sunday lunch at her house the Sunday afterward and that the daughter in laws will take care of the meal. Simple enough right.
Here is a little background story on the family I married into. The family is huge. They have each others back even though we may not see each other often enough, it's an understood that they are there no matter what. We like to eat. They are just good ole fashioned good folk.
My little project of a simple Sunday lunch turned into an all weekend cooking fest. I had to make my list so that I could manage my time properly. My list started Friday night, with making potato salad. In my husbands world potato salad is only starting to get good on the 3rd day. I also managed to get my grocery list made and did some research on how to brine a turkey. So Saturday morning rolls around(sadly not slow enough for a good full nights sleep) and I get to work. I trek to the grocery store in the snow, because of course my weekend was slap full and snow was the icing on the cake. After that came the deviled eggs, chocolate chip cookies, and getting 4 people ready to be at a lunch at 1. Afterwards came putting a turkey on to brine, cooking corn, lima beans, and getting the 4 of us ready to go to a Hunter's Helping Kids banquet (yes more food).
We finally get home and it is time to cook the turkey, cook a lemon pound cake and take stock of everything that I have. Somehow I start to fret that we don't have enough so I decided we needed some other type of meat and another veggie.
Sunday morning rolls around(again not slow enough for a full nights sleep) I fly out of bed-fly maybe a bit strong by this point it is a very ungraceful stumble- put rolls on to thaw and rise, make a big bowl of creamed potatoes and start getting the gang ready for church.
I will say that I crashed and crashed hard Sunday after spending the entire weekend running around and cooking. I always say after doing something big like that, that it is the last time, and next time someone else can cook. I reminded myself of that as I sat down to finish up baby shower invitations for a friend of mine. Maybe one day I will stop giving myself little projects, but I doubt it. I kind of like being the planner.
Hub's grandma turned 92 Valentine's day. So a few weeks ago while Hubs was on the phone with his mama (he's a good southern boy he calls his mama regularly) and I being the person I am tell him to ask if we need to plan something for her birthday. So after a few minutes of back and forth with Hubs being the middle man we decided that yes we are in fact going to do something for her birthday. That Sunday while at lunch we inform my Mother in law that if it is o.k. with her we will do Sunday lunch at her house the Sunday afterward and that the daughter in laws will take care of the meal. Simple enough right.
Here is a little background story on the family I married into. The family is huge. They have each others back even though we may not see each other often enough, it's an understood that they are there no matter what. We like to eat. They are just good ole fashioned good folk.
My little project of a simple Sunday lunch turned into an all weekend cooking fest. I had to make my list so that I could manage my time properly. My list started Friday night, with making potato salad. In my husbands world potato salad is only starting to get good on the 3rd day. I also managed to get my grocery list made and did some research on how to brine a turkey. So Saturday morning rolls around(sadly not slow enough for a good full nights sleep) and I get to work. I trek to the grocery store in the snow, because of course my weekend was slap full and snow was the icing on the cake. After that came the deviled eggs, chocolate chip cookies, and getting 4 people ready to be at a lunch at 1. Afterwards came putting a turkey on to brine, cooking corn, lima beans, and getting the 4 of us ready to go to a Hunter's Helping Kids banquet (yes more food).
We finally get home and it is time to cook the turkey, cook a lemon pound cake and take stock of everything that I have. Somehow I start to fret that we don't have enough so I decided we needed some other type of meat and another veggie.
Sunday morning rolls around(again not slow enough for a full nights sleep) I fly out of bed-fly maybe a bit strong by this point it is a very ungraceful stumble- put rolls on to thaw and rise, make a big bowl of creamed potatoes and start getting the gang ready for church.
I will say that I crashed and crashed hard Sunday after spending the entire weekend running around and cooking. I always say after doing something big like that, that it is the last time, and next time someone else can cook. I reminded myself of that as I sat down to finish up baby shower invitations for a friend of mine. Maybe one day I will stop giving myself little projects, but I doubt it. I kind of like being the planner.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Comfort food
I am a fan of food. That is obvious by the shape of my waist line. I am not sure if it is because I am southern, or baptist, or both. :) I have certain foods that I love more than others and certain foods bring back great memories for me. One of those foods I love (but never get to eat) is salmon patties. For anyone that doesn't know, salmon patties are the redneck crab cake. You take canned salmon, dig all the not so great stuff out, and then mix stuff with it, fry it up and enjoy. Now hubs is not a fan of these, he thinks they stink. So out of the desire to have harmony in my home, we never have them. Well Friday night I got the rare treat of salmon patties thanks to the best mother in law a girl could ask for.
Coming off my lovely supper Friday night, I get a text Sunday night wanting to know if we want to eat supper at mama's Monday night. As you can imagine my answer was yes (what person in their right mind will pass up some else cooking supper, especially their mama). So I get another text Monday stating the menu for the night...country style steak, mashed potatoes, purple hull peas, and homemade biscuits and bread pudding. Now let me just say, all mama would have to have said was purple hull peas and I am there. These were my Daddy's favorite bean of all time, and next to green beans they are mine. Not to mention I had a craving for them earlier in the week.
The wild ones and I get to mama's and there set a plate of deviled eggs on the table...I just about got giddy, I love my mama's deviled eggs. The smell of biscuits are in the air wafting through the house. I am then informed she made two pans of biscuits, one pan of regular, and one pan of baby biscuits. I was so excited. She then tells us its time to eat. Oh my gosh, was I in hog heaven...so much so I put it as my Facebook status. I manage to gorge sufficiently on all the glories on the table. Then she fixes a bread pudding. This is my top two all time favorite dessert, after her chocolate cake with chocolate icing (are you catching a theme that I love my mama's cooking). I am waiting as patiently as possible for it to come out of the oven and cool enough not to hurt my mouth and I dive in...heaven on a fork let me tell you. I really and truly gorged that night, and felt like a pig but I was a happy big and got to bring left overs home.
Well last night I come home from work, and there on my stove is our big shiny pot. I got excited again. I look in the pot and there lo and behold are chicken and dumplings that hubs made. SCORE again. That is one of my top 5 favorite things to eat. And they were delish.
I have been spoiled this week with my favorite dishes but could really get used to it.
Coming off my lovely supper Friday night, I get a text Sunday night wanting to know if we want to eat supper at mama's Monday night. As you can imagine my answer was yes (what person in their right mind will pass up some else cooking supper, especially their mama). So I get another text Monday stating the menu for the night...country style steak, mashed potatoes, purple hull peas, and homemade biscuits and bread pudding. Now let me just say, all mama would have to have said was purple hull peas and I am there. These were my Daddy's favorite bean of all time, and next to green beans they are mine. Not to mention I had a craving for them earlier in the week.
The wild ones and I get to mama's and there set a plate of deviled eggs on the table...I just about got giddy, I love my mama's deviled eggs. The smell of biscuits are in the air wafting through the house. I am then informed she made two pans of biscuits, one pan of regular, and one pan of baby biscuits. I was so excited. She then tells us its time to eat. Oh my gosh, was I in hog heaven...so much so I put it as my Facebook status. I manage to gorge sufficiently on all the glories on the table. Then she fixes a bread pudding. This is my top two all time favorite dessert, after her chocolate cake with chocolate icing (are you catching a theme that I love my mama's cooking). I am waiting as patiently as possible for it to come out of the oven and cool enough not to hurt my mouth and I dive in...heaven on a fork let me tell you. I really and truly gorged that night, and felt like a pig but I was a happy big and got to bring left overs home.
Well last night I come home from work, and there on my stove is our big shiny pot. I got excited again. I look in the pot and there lo and behold are chicken and dumplings that hubs made. SCORE again. That is one of my top 5 favorite things to eat. And they were delish.
I have been spoiled this week with my favorite dishes but could really get used to it.
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