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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Miel de Pissenlits (Or Dandelion Honey)






In May we made Miel de Pissenlits (also called Dandelion Honey, Dandelion Jelly, or Cramaillotte)We got the recipe from my brother-in-law's mother, Françiose, when she and her husband were visiting from France.  I was very proud of myself for understanding the recipe, recounted to me in French, with just tiny bit of help.  Françoise if you find this, thank you for the recipe!  We had such fun making it!


In early May, our yard full of unsprayed dandelions. Françoise was very clear that untreated dandelions were essential.  Charlotte helped gather, and she and Aria and I pulled all the petals out during an episode of the Great British Baking Show.  The recipe called for 400 flowers!  We ended up with 200, so we halved it.

From there we boiled and soaked the petals together with a lemon and an orange and half a liter of water.



After sitting overnight, we strained the liquid and boiled it with an equal amount of sugar until we had something the consistency of jelly or honey (we may have gotten a little too close to taffy this first go-around, but it was still good).

Ariadne took it one step further and mixed the dandelion jelly with butter, making a creamy spread she used to surprise me with on toast Mothers' Day morning.      
       














































Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Star Wars






When Star Wars: Rogue One came out last year, let's just say we were excited.  Solomon, Nova and I were lucky enough to go to a matinee showing with roughly 17 friends the day it came out (a perk of homeschooling).  It reminded me of the hoopla and excitement of the late '90s Star Wars moviegoing experience.  Yes, we all wish that middle trilogy had turned out better.  Still, the group enthusiasm was a rare and memorable experience.  The lines were long but no one minded.  People were dressed up in costume, Leia hair abounded. Nova and I contributed there.  (Much has been written about Princess Leia's hair styles.  In short, they are not humanly possible.  But we tried.  Nova has the classic cinnamon buns.  I went for the style at the awards ceremony at the end of the first movie.  Mini spin pins (a corkscrew-like hair pin) were essential). Solomon went for the much-loved Millennium Falcon T-shirt.  GG Rose's 1970s ski jacket seemed the appropriate choice for Nova.  There was lots of jumping back and forth in line to talk with friends.  And the movie delivered.



We might as well have called 2015 the Star Wars Christmas.  There was a talking Yoda, Darth Vader key chain, light sabers, figurines, on and on, from all sides.  (I restrained myself from getting entire family fair isle Star Wars pajamas, but they were available).  The Midwinters LOVE Star Wars.  So does Brynn, our Dad and I (I think our Mom likes it but not in the same watch-three-movies-in-a-row intense kind of way).  Each child got a starship of some description in their stocking.  A battle ensued.

It is interesting to see these kids right on the border of becoming young adults.  One minute Solomon is 'too old' to play, the next he is pulled in and right there with rest of them.  I know it won't last--isn't meant to last, even.  But it is fun, to see them on the cusp, flipping back and forth.


We watched the originals in a ramp-up (and as a reminder) to the new release.  Charlotte was quite taken with the whole story.  When I came home with a big poncho she immediately absconded with it, grabbed a light saber and announced  'I am Obi-Won's Daughter.'



Above is a picture Solomon drew in preschool, back when the third movie of the second trilogy came out.  He did not see it (it is one of the darker ones).  But Star Wars was in the air, and he absorbed some of the basics.  "What is that? Where'd you get that? Is that Star Wars?" was line from a comedy sketch we'd seen in around '98.  It kept coming back to me as it was oh so true.  And when I went to Ireland with my sister and parents for a family wedding in 2007, the unspoken agreement was if I left the country Charles would show the kids the original Star Wars trilogy (I was against this at the time, feeling that 4 and 6 was too young).  We did not discuss it even once, but that is exactly how it went.  Eventually I came around.
  

What I Learned from my Accountability Blog



Sometime around my last wedding anniversary (so, mid June), I decided enough was enough and I had to start exercising. Right. Now.  Despite the kids, and also because of the kids.  So I started 365 Days of Exercise With Kids, an accountability blog.

In fact, I have my reasoning right here, from the first post.

Today I resolved to exercise for 365 days straight.  I have four kids.  I will not let this stop me. Whenever possible, I will include them.  Our lives are a template for them, whether we want them to be or not.  So this is partly for them.  But it is also so, so much for me.  My physical ability has been slipping over the last several years and it is starting to add up.  Not to mention that I am happier when I can get in a significant amount of movement each day.   

Still sounds pretty good to me.  And yet, just shy of two months in, the blog died.

Why?

1. Well, in a word DRIVING.  The death of the exercise blog coincided with the start of driving my oldest kid to and from high school 40 minutes away each day.  (That is a minimum of two hours and 40 minutes in traffic each day).  Add in music lessons (x3), circus class (x3), swimming lessons, preschool (x2), co-op classes, and other random but necessary driving like grocery shopping, and all that free time for exercise disappeared.  Before we started the trans-metro commute for 9th grade we  had 8 hours worth of mandatory driving commitments each week.  After our numbers went up to somewhere around 20 hours a week.  That is a part-time job! So I should not be surprised that exercise slipped.

But driving aside, there were other things I learned from the accountability blog.

2.  Novelty is important but so is routine.  I get bored easily, but on the other hand, it is mentally exhausting to try to always come up with something new to try.  Sometimes routine can be a friend to lean on.  It makes things happen that otherwise wouldn't.  For me, a balance of 3-5 routine days and 2-3 novel days would probably work best.

3.  Including the kids is good, but I really couldn't meet my exercise needs if I always included them. Something ling 50/50 or 40/60 or even 30/70 would be much better.  Most of the time they were up for doing whatever I suggested, but I often couldn't get the vigorous exercise I needed while also looking after them.

4.  The observer affect is strong in the blogosphere.  I found that (even though NO ONE was reading my blog) I chose activities differently because I was documenting them.  Photogenic activities got the green light whereas things without equipment or pretty views did not.  This was exacerbated by the fact that I was trying to take a representative picture for every day without photographing my kids' faces or my body.

5. Goals are important.  I am a goal oriented person.  I have been very frustrated with 'weight loss' goals ( I could write a book on that but I won't).  Therefore I thought it would be better to totally take the focus off of results and zoom in on the process.  I won't lie--it still felt more than a little aimless.  The endless daily goal was not doing it for me.  However, I've noticed I do well with event goals--like a ski race, triathlon, big bike rides, etc.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

A Dozen Hard Won Tips Regarding the Family Car



Due to a pretty serious rear-ending, we recently got a new car. (By recently I mean last spring, since I apparently have more pressing matters than punctual blogging?!).  In the mean time we had a rental and a loaner.  It reminded me of all the things I've learned about cars since having kids.  Maybe you know all of this already.  Maybe not.  But I thought I'd share on the chance that there might be one or two helpful things on the list.


Hard won tips in regards to the family car;

1. Having a kid in the car lets you use the diamond lane! AKA carpool lane, HOV lane.  (At least in our state--check yours).

2.When transporting kids, plan on a load time of 15 minutes--that means plan on it taking 15 minutes to get in the car, even if you are only going on a 5 minute trip to the grocery store. In my experience it always takes that long, even if we are going somewhere close to home.

3. When purchasing or renting a car, remember to factor in the width of the backseat, and the trunk space.  Big car seats sometimes take up too much space to go three across, even if there are enough 'seats' in the car.  Narrower car seats and/or seat belt extenders can help. Some crossover cars, while technically 7 seaters, might not have enough trunk space for even a small stroller when all the seats are up.  Soft carriers or renting strollers at your destination can be a work around, but it is not ideal. Also, get the rubber floor mats.  They help.  A lot.

4. Keep some car games handy.  Our favorites are; Slug Bug/Bruiser Cruiser, The Alphabet Game (spot all the letters in the alphabet in order), Hold Your Breath Over the Bridge Game.  Unusual (but safe) kitchen gadgets entertained our young toddlers on long road trips when nothing else would (think potato mashers, colanders, measuring spoons). That and Raffi.  As much as I thought my kids would be perfectly happy listening to my music, I was wrong.  Okee Dokee Brothers are good too.

5. Headphones are great for older kids on longer trips.

6. A good audio book makes car rides much better.  No need to reserve them for long trips.  I figured out we were driving about 4-6 hours a week with the kids in the car.  Everyone looked forward to driving when we were in the middle of a good book.

7. Consider keeping a few sleds in the trunk all winter, or a Frisbee and some sand toys in the trunk all summer.  It makes outdoor play much easier to do on short notice.

8. Stamps, coupons and other things that are only useful out of the house might best be stored in the glove box.

9.Turning the key twice in the direction that unlocks the driver's door will unlock all  the doors.

10.There is an arrow next to the gas icon on the dashboard that shows on which side of the car the gas cap is located.

11. Keep a drivers' manual in the car to consult case of weird occurrences (like the steering wheel locking up).

12. Use GPS or your state's Department of Transportation website to figure out the best rout in current traffic, even if you know how to get there (and get a really accurate ETA). On the same topic, get directions to where you are going to park, not where you are going.

13. During the potty training stage, it can be nice to keep a spare change of clothes in the trunk for kids under 4 or 5.  Whether it is a potty accident, slipping in the mud or spilling punch all over themselves, they tend to need spares now and then.

14.  But, in general, have the kids treat the car like a public transportation. Do not let them get in the habit of leaving coats, books, art supplies, etc, in the car (I know this one is hard--we still struggle).

Oh yeah, and don't let your weirdo cat hang out in the car.  We once almost left with a feline stowaway. What cat voluntarily enters a car??


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Thanksgiving 2015




We hosted Thanksgiving for the first time in 2015!  In the past, the shear size of our family kept us 
from hosting many cold weather events, but this year hosting just fell into place. My sister stayed in New York for the holiday, as she normally does. Charles's siblings and brother-in-law were in Chicago making a feast using the Game of Thrones cookbook.  With both sides of my extended family going elsewhere for Thanksgiving, that left the six of us, plus both sets of grandparents. Dinner for 10 we could handle.


At first I was tempted to make a 'historically accurate' Thanksgiving dinner.  Corn, geese, fish, and venison were the only verifiable dishes, so I expanded to the recipes of Sarah Josepha Hale, who pushed for a national Thanksgiving holiday back in the 1800s.  The Smithsonian has a nice article on the evolution of Thanksgiving, if you want to know more. As much as I love, history, research, and cooking, Charles finally convinced me that for the first go-around, we should just have a traditional Thanksgiving meal.  And he was right.


Our turkey was hand delivered from my  cousin's farm, which went organic last year.  We slipped herbs and butter under the skin for a moist, flavorful bird.  Baking we did in two parts.  Starting the day before,we cooked it until it was nearly done. Thanksgiving day we carved it, basted it with its own juices (or gravy) and finished the last with the last 20-30 minutes for a juicy hot turkey.

Charles and the kids made pierogies, a favorite of his from his childhood.  Growing up, Polish aunts and grandmothers made these little potato dumplings.  When the family moved from Canada, there was a pierogie lull, but Charles took on the task of making sure these ethnic delicacies make it to as many family holidays as possible.  I usually cover the mushroom sauce made to accompany them. This year he got the kids involved.  They all got to try the pierogie maker (a handy little gadget), and the older kids helped with the cooking.






Other dishes included succotash (a nod to that historic menu),  my dad's sweet potatoes, Marianne's fruit salad, green beans, stuffed squash, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, and pie for dessert.  We covered the turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffed acorn squash, pierogies and succotash.  Our parents thankfully covered the rest.



Thanksgiving morning found me not frantically cooking, but frantically sewing.  At the last minute I decided we needed a table cloth.  I'd found a remnant at the fabric store the day before and got the hemming and ironing in before most of the household was up.  This was also a great opportunity to use GG Lois's china.  We try to use it, in the words of my grandmother 'enough to let the kids know it is special,' the thinking being that if we never use it, it won't mean anything to them, and if we always use it, it won't be special either.  This usually translates to major holidays and sometimes birthdays--so 3-6 times a year. 

 

 Charlotte and Ariadne got the kids' table to themselves this year. Some holidays we can fit everyone at one table, others there is an adult table (50+) a young adult table (14-36), and a kids & parents young children's table (0-36).  It varies a lot. 

After the meal it was time to clear the tables and make way for games, tea, and pie.  Settlers of Catan was enjoyed by all.  


Ariadne was determined to sit between her grandparents.  She crawled under the table and squeezed in. 


 After the big board game was finished, Charlotte and Charles got in a little chess.







Playing With the Cello





Charlotte likes to play with her cello.  As in, the cello becomes a playmate.  Waiting for Solomon and Nova to finish orchestra rehearsal last winter, the cello got dressed like a snowman.  Sometimes Aria pretends to be a very special kind of human cello (I think she mostly likes to hide in the case, which is just her size.) On the way to Charlotte's cello concert last spring, I overheard the following conversation:

Charlotte: Hello Cello

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: I like Happy Farmer and May Song.  

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: We are going to play Happy Farmer today.  

Cello: music sounds 

Charlotte: What do you like to play?  

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: I like harmonics too. 

Cello: music sounds 

Charlotte: What is your favorite color?

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: Between orange and red.  That's nice, I like those colors too.

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: My favorites are green, blue, silver and purple.  

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: What is your favorite thing to do? I know, I bet it's playing music, right?

Cello: music that sounds like 'no, no, no, no, no'

Charlotte: It's NOT?!

Cello: music sounds 

Charlotte: You like to be put away in your case?  What to do you like about it?  

Cello: music sounds 

Charlotte: Mom, she said she likes the soft velvet inside and the chance to rest and take a nap.  

What is your second favorite?  Playing music? NO?

Cello: music sounds 

Charlotte: Getting your end pin pulled out?  Why?  Does it tickle?  

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: She said it's like a massage.

Cello: music sounds

Charlotte: Oh, I see.  She was just kidding, her favorite thing to do is play harmonics.  The other two are her second and third favorite.

And here they are, playing Happy Farmer by Robert Schumann (Note: this is from her group class a few weeks before the recital.  If I find the video of the recital, I'll put it up).










What We DId Last Summer (Oops! I mean 2015);Space: An Out-Of-Gravity Experience

Living ten minutes from the Science Museum of Minnesota has been great.  In the summer of 2015, the whole family took the opportunity to spend the afternoon at their traveling exhibit on Space.  The only bad thing about it was that it wasn't permanent. On the upside, it is traveling the country.  As of this posting, the exhibit is on view in Portland, Oregon and is scheduled to open in Boston in 2018.



Solomon inside the space station simulator.  Though they couldn't get rid of gravity, they certainly tried.  The entire room rotated around you, leaving no meaning to 'up' 'down' or 'sideways.'  The whole experience was much cooler than I thought it would be.

















Nova trying to pick things up with a pressurized astronaut's glove--I tried it too--very challenging.

The blue suit on the mannequin is actually a pair of space pajamas.  They made me think of my sister, who is a costume designer.  The loops are for 'hooking in' so you don't float around too much at night.  There is also special compression, to combat the effects of weightlessness on the human body.



The girls playing with a doll house version of the international space station.

One of my favorite parts of the exhibit were nine jars of peanut butter, all weighted for what they would feel like in the atmospheres of the moon, the Earth, and the other planets.






What We Did Last Summer (Oops! I mean 2015); Triathlon







 2015 was the year of my first (and so far only) Triathlon.  Swimming has been a favorite of mine since childhood, as well as one of my high school sports, so I wasn't too worried about that part.  Nothing could convince me enter a long distance running event--unless it is adding swimming and biking.  I know--this makes no sense.  Anyway, I did the necessary amount of training, did really well in swimming, horribly in biking and surprisingly, not terrible in running.  It was a good time.  I will have to try it again. I might even get Nova to join me. My race was a Super Sprint, which was  good distance to start.  I also did the YWCA's triathlon. which is an all women's event--a good call.  Charles and the kids came to cheer me on.  Attempts at moving to a new house kept me from doing a triathlon in 2016.  Maybe 2017?

What We Did Last Summer (Oops! I mean 2015); Playing Fiddle at the State Fair





Solomon and Nova have been going to Fiddle Camp for a number of years--in fact most years since they each reached 7 or 8 years old.  Every once in awhile, they get a chance to play at the State Fair. 2015 was one such year.





Granne and Grandpa John came to see them (and give me a hand with the two younger kids).   Afterwards we got some pronto pups, then headed to the midway for some thrilling adventure.



Ariadne and I enjoyed the carousel and the giant yellow wave slide.  Nova and Charlotte were daredevils and went for the trampoline and bunji jump ride.  We looked at some enormous horses in the equestrian building and Charlotte got to try braiding a horse's tail.  We wrapped up the afternoon with the Ferris wheel and some slushies.

60th Wedding Anniversary plus the 4th of July







For my Grandparents, last September was a milestone few get to celebrate: their 60th wedding anniversary.  Looking at school calendars, sports calendars, and work calendars of their 31 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren (and spouses), we hit upon the 4th of July as the best day to celebrate, despite the fact that it was precisely two months early.  My aunt and uncle hosted.


During dinner I asked them how they got to 60 years.  This is what they said:

[OK--I am having difficulty uploading the video.  Hopefully I will get it up here soon. What they said right off the bat was 'just keep going.']




My grandparents and four of their five kids
Cameron, Dani, Conor, Solomon, Alyssa and Bart

The day was gorgeous, as you can see.  Lawn games, the trampoline, and a chance to go swimming kept the youngest generation happy.  They also enjoyed playing with their cousins, young and old.


Our fantastic dinner.




The youngest of the great grandchildren romping on the trampoline.




In the pantry at my grandparents' house is a patch of wall with every ones' heights from about 1988 onward.  We have most of my male cousins under 3' and over 6', my kids as toddlers, all my aunts and uncles (at adult height, of course).  I even think my grandparents are on there somewhere.  My grandfather has said more than once that if they ever move, that is the one thing he'll miss most about the house.  So my aunts and uncles did their best to recreate it.  Here they are unwrapping it.  All the previous measurements were already marked.  We had fun adding a few more.

  

Conor looks like he is about to edge out Uncle Jim as tallest in the family.  At 5'6'' (a full foot shorter than these guys) Conor's sister Ginger and I are tied for shortest among the grandchildren--or maybe I alone hold that title--she could be 5'7'').
GG John, GG Rose, and me



As dusk settled, the kids convinced me to get in the pool (and allow them to go swimming too) Ariadne, Charlotte and I chased after glowing, floating, color, changing orbs dotting the water's surface, a special decoration for the occasion.   Soon it was truly dark, time to get out of the pool    and go watch the fireworks.



Built by the town's mayor in the 1970s, the front lawn had a perfect view of the fireworks.  Ariadne sat on my lap and oohed and aahed, genuinely impressed.  After awhile she turned and asked me 'are they real?' In a childhood full of screens displaying special effects like 3D, interactive apps and 'magic' touch screens, I suppose this was a reasonable question from a 3 year old.  When I told her 'yes' she was awed. At some point one of my aunts commented that they should be for rent, fireworks were so much more fun with little kids.