Sunday, November 27, 2011

Because it was the chicken’s day off.

IMG_8976 [1024x768]

My aunt Jodi hosted our family Thanksgiving meal this year and it was wonderfully delicious and all was beautifully decorated.  We all try to make the holiday the best it can be by first remembering why we celebrate the holiday.  This year, she asked us to help our kids gather facts or stories about the history of Thanksgiving.  I learned quite a bit in the process and so did my kids.  In the end, however, I was only able to get my boys to memorize one thanksgiving joke each.  My favorite was Isaac’s which was made more funny because of him trying not to laugh the whole time he was telling his joke:

“Why did the Turkey cross the road?  Because it was the chicken’s day off.”  

One thing I learned was that the Pilgrims/Puritans didn’t actually land and get off at Plymouth Rock but moved on to Cape Cod because the native’s were a bit too hostile at the first landing spot.  However, the most important thing I learned was how their relationships and experiences with the native Americans created friendships, trust, and respect.  There is a special bond formed when people receive help from others and when those people receiving are humble enough to be grateful.  That first Thanksgiving with the Mayflower Puritans and the 90 or so Native Americans, was an amazing feast and lasted 3 whole days.   That kind of friendship is worth remembering and emulating.

Here are a few pictures from our Thanksgiving weekend.

IMG_9045 [1024x768]

IMG_8979 [1024x768]IMG_8988 [1024x768]IMG_8991 [1024x768]What a throw Dantzel!

IMG_8992 [1024x768]

IMG_9027 [1024x768]

IMG_9035 [1024x768]

IMG_9044 [1024x768]

IMG_9049 [1024x768]

IMG_9051 [1024x768]

IMG_8986 [1024x768]

It’s funny how the babies’ cousins keep trying to pick them up not realizing how big they’re getting.  I think it’s adorable.  Brooklyn is pretty strong after all.

IMG_8984 [1024x768]

My dad, Chris, the 3 boys, the 2 girls, and myself all walked down to the park in the ravine and enjoyed a bit of football and lots of fresh fall air.  The angle of the sun this time of year creates some wonderful light, not enough of it for me personally, but it is still beautiful.

IMG_9064 [1024x768]

IMG_9068 [1024x768]

IMG_9078 [1024x768]

IMG_9085 [1024x768]

IMG_9074 [1024x768]

IMG_9075 [1024x768]

The two baby girls were in heaven and ran around like butterflies just released from their cocoons.  “I’m free mommy, I’m freeeeeee!!!!!”

Monday, November 7, 2011

Pillsburious Papyraphobia

pillsbury-doughboy

For those with a great talent for baking and higher standards when talking about pre-made processed foods, you may have never heard of the fear that many face, when forced to open a peel-away Pillsbury dough carton/tube.  It’s frightening, nerve racking, and too much for this girl to handle.  For me it’s the anticipation preceding the pop that’s the worst part-- like waiting for the bad guy to emerge from the shadows to attack.  The high pitched screeching of a stringed instrument or the keening of a ferocious beast may not be heard during this culinary process, but still, the opener is none the less audibly tormented.  It’s the quiet slow ripping of paper peeling away from cardboard accompanied by uneven breathing and then… POP!  Not only does the plaster white dough instantly puff out of the slits of the cardboard like fat around the edges of skin tight jeans, but the cook is a wreck and has to sit down till the shaking stops and can begin to breath without the fear of hyperventilating.

pilsbury tubeThe strange thing about this fear is that there was a time in my younger years when I enjoyed, even sought out, the opportunity to open these containers.  Ah youth, the time for thrill seeking and dough popping!  Where have you gone?

Christmas 2017- The Case of the Giggles

         “ My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, ...