Monday, January 30, 2012

Garden Plans

So, I mentioned in an earlier post about making garden plans.

Yes. I'm a planner. I'm not a very good gardener, necessarily. I can plant, water, and hope it all turns out for the best. This year, I will be muchly pregnant during planting time, so hopefully Jamund will step up to the plate in the preparing and planting of the garden.

I plan to buy seeds and/or transplants and/or etc. (potatoes) from either Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds (I heard about this company from a great book called Make the Bread, Buy the Butter) and/or Seed Savers Exchange. (Enough and/or's for you?). This year's garden may or may not (but most likely may) include: potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, tomatillo, carrots, beets, zucchini, spaghetti squash, and spinach. I also plan to go to our local nursery for some onions, more tomatoes and possibly peppers, and probably some flowers.

Having a garden the last two years (and getting Jacob's Cove produce boxes last year) helped me delineate what I like to eat or grow and what seems to do well in our climate. For instance: no cucumbers (I can only enjoy so many), not great success/not worth it crops for us have been brussel sprouts, melons, broccoli (okay, but not super worth it), and probably some others? Also, we are buttercup and acorn squashed out--although I'm excited to try spaghetti squash!

Oh man, and I'm so excited for carrots and beets! I really like beets, and carrot top pesto= nice. I almost don't really care if the carrots themselves turn out, so long as the tops are there!

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Hopefully we will have a dinner like this coming up in the next few months?? Mmmm.

Friday, January 27, 2012

little turkey

This:

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and this:

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p.s. Jamund is starting a new job with a company located in Redwood City (CA) on Monday. No, we aren't moving. He will be working remotely (primarily, though he'll probably go to California every once in awhile). Exciting! So if I get stuck in the bathroom thanks to Simon and my (un)cleverness again (see last post), he'll likely just be down the hall working, ready to free me (hopefully he won't be in California if it happens again!).

He'll also likely eat at Erik's Deli while there (he's going for a few days next week), and for that I am quite jealous. I want a Natural High sandwich!

Basement Dungeon

This morning I had what was probably the most stressful experience of my life.

I had a fairly nice/busy morning—planning the garden for spring (which I've decided is the best part of the garden experience, except maybe eating fresh, ripe-from-the-garden tomatoes), dusting, organizing Simon's room a bit, getting squash cut and deseeded to bake in the oven for Simon's lunch and for freezing, etc.

I put the squash in the oven, got some water, and headed downstairs with Simon for exercise time. I put my water and phone by the TV and told Simon I was going to the bathroom. I went down to the basement bathroom and shut the door (Simon often likes coming in and doing a variety of destructive things involving the toilet paper, cleaning supplies, and/or shower door).

When done, I opened the door to leave the bathroom. This is where things got bad. Really bad.

See, the furnace is right next to the basement bathroom (which is super tiny, claustrophobic, and has no window). The furnace has one of those weird doors that has a knob and is like an accordion (some closets have these doors). Well, Simon had managed to open the evil accordion door, and the accordion door (now two accordions strong, if you will, since it was open) was blocking the bathroom door (which opens out into the hall). Really blocking it. Like I could barely open the door.

I panicked. I used brute force to try and get out. I think I jangled the door knob funny because it then appeared broken. I couldn't even get the door open at all. (ADDENDUM: Tonight, we "locked" Jamund in the bathroom so he could experience and try to figure it out—apparently some of our doors lock if you twist the handle a certain way. So I must have locked it myself from the inside and not known it?) I was stuck. Completely locked in. Not even brute forced budged the door open.

I didn't have room (besides opening the shower door and trying to get some space there) to make a running go at the door, plus I was afraid to do so for the sake of both babies: baby inside (me) and baby outside (the door). Simon was freaking out. For all I knew, I had already broken his arm or leg by trying to push the doors open already.

I was panicking. A lot. I could see no solution besides praying A LOT and trying to convince an 18 month old to go upstairs, get my phone (which was near the TV), bring it back downstairs to me, and then hope it slid under the bathroom door. Fat chance, right?

I could stick my fingers out under the door and hoped Simon could hear me. I could see him when I laid on the floor and looked out under the door. Mostly he was either sitting right next to the door or standing a few feet away, looking scared/sad, holding his ball.

He was not going upstairs to get the phone, despite my pleas.

I reasoned that, with the phone, I could call Jamund and have him come home from work and free me. If not, I would probably have to wait until he got home at 5:30 (in approx. 7 hours) to be freed... by which time we (baby inside, me, and Simon) would be starving, who knows what destruction Simon would have unleashed on the house, the house might be burning down thanks to the squash in the oven, and Simon would be a huge pee and probably poop soaked mess.

So I prayed more—adding to my prayer that Jamund would somehow "feel" that we were in trouble and come home on his own.

Eventually, I once again tried to bust open the door (I was fully prepared to hurt myself and ruin all the doors in the process), and it worked! It worked! I was free! I called Jamund and told him what happened. Then Simon and I had some chocolate.

Lessons: put Simon in the playpen right when I go downstairs to exercise and bring my phone with me to the bathroom. Also, what is with those stupid accordion closet doors? So annoying and dangerous!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

On Our Minds...

These days, we (I) are (am) kind of obsessed with food.

I think it's okay. I'm almost 20 weeks pregnant. My days usually consist of taking care of Simon, housework, and cooking food. The food tends to be a highlight of my day (unless it doesn't taste as good as I'd like, then it's kind of the letdown of the day). Not that taking care of Simon isn't wonderful and great. It's not always, though, let's be honest, even if he is entertaining with his ever increasing vocabulary and therefore communication skills (toddlers are hard, people).

But here are some photos to show that maybe I'm not the only one who loves food.

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Simon is a fan as well.

And so is Jamund, but he's started to count calories again seeing as he's gained some good weight this pregnancy too. Not quite as much as I have, but still. Poor Jamund.

Monday, January 16, 2012

not this morning....

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My phone is currently off.

It is kind of freeing, kind of causing me anxiety.

I am too addicted to using the Internet on the phone. It may or may not be a serious problem, depending on your definition of serious.

But for now the phone is off. Until lunch.... maybe. If I can do it.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Alpacallama

Now I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that these are alpacas, not llamas:

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Regardless, they live in Springville and I love them.

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I mean, really?

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Simon loved them too, until one tried to eat his finger. Then it was not so much fun.

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There were also goats and various other farm animals. All in all, a lovely Christmas Eve morning.

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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Twinners

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Because it's kind of funny and because anyone who says that they don't like the hash browns is probably in denial...

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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Corned Beef Hash

Okay folks, truth be told: a large reason I don't post super frequently is photos. Either the "good" photos are on Jamund's phone and aren't uploaded or I'm just too lazy to upload photos from my phone.

I'm uploading some photos as I type, so hopefully there will be some more posts on the way.

But, the subject of this specific post is not photos, my friends, it is corned beef hash. Yes.

When I was little, we went to Las Vegas on a family vacation, and I distinctly remember eating corned beef hash at a buffet (likely breakfast). It may or may not have been at Imperial Palace, as I believe that was the hotel at which we were staying at the time, but that is immaterial. The point is that I enjoyed the corned beef hash.

Anyway, we went to Communal for breakfast in 2011 with my parents, probably in April. My dad and I ordered the corned beef hash. It was not anything like I remembered from my Vegas experience. I was very sad and disappointed.

Last week, we went to Ruth's Diner in Salt Lake and I again ordered the corned beef hash, hoping that a diner would deliver on the flavor and consistency I remembered from my Vegas experience years ago.

No such luck.

So, last week while at Allen's in Springville, I picked up a can of Libby's Corned Beef Hash.

Friends, today I opened that can and proceeded to prepare the corned beef hash. I microwaved it. It looked disgusting. I then put it in a skillet/pan on the stove, hoping to crisp it up a bit. It sort of (okay, not so much) worked. I put an egg (over easy) on the top and ate it.

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And it was good. So good. So greasy good and like Vegas.

Who cares that it looked like dog food? Maybe you, but judge me all you want: canned corned beef hash is the way corned beef hash ought to be eaten. I still have about half the can left. And I'm excited.

p.s. I kind of want to make some jello now. Who have I become? (oh yes, a pregnant lady)