Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Homemade vs. Store Bought

This was such a stark experience this morning that I have to document it quickly. And just a note ... although I would love to claim I regularly make homemade bread, I don't, but have the desire to do so, just haven't found a recipe that's easy and great tasting. It's all in an effort to "eat what we store, and store what we eat." (I know that's a quote somewhere, but won't take the time to find it right now.)

I think we've found it ... thanks to one of our great friends who regularly posts recipes on her private blog. And since it is private, I feel it my obligation to share it with the world since it's such a find!

So here's the situation. I made breakfast this morning of eggs and toast. We were on the last of our homemade bread and so I gave that to the children and made a slice of store bought for me. I took a bite and thought, ugh, this isn't very tasty. I took a bite from Wes', just to make sure my taste buds weren't off this morning and instantly I heard (imagined) the angelic choirs that sing of bliss. What a HUGE difference. So I feel it my obligation to share. Here's the link ... you won't be disappointed. Scroll down to the bottom and there's a whole wheat cinnamon roll recipe I'm excited to try.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Some of my favorites

Last week during one of the beautiful Spring days we've been enjoying we hopped in the car with the camera and set out to find our 'favorites' (see last post).

So here's a tour of houses in our little city. The only one that's not in our city is the large one that we see on the way to church every Sunday. So I'll start with that one with three views of it ... it's pretty gigantic, but really beautiful, and even more so during the holidays.

Then here's my favorite in our city.Now, here are some of the great colors used for homes here. I think what makes them stand out even more is that the garage doors are painted the same color and so it's a pretty great block of color.
I love the 'shutter doors' that go in front of the front door. I'm assuming it's the early New Englander's version of a storm door. I only wish my camera and skills could do justice to this 'tour'. I hope there's not some law where I'm not supposed to post picture's like this, and hopefully it's not classified as a violation of their privacy, but more of an admiration from me.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


It always seems there's so much to do and so little time. I'm especially feeling that now as our family looks towards our future. I need to keep my camera with me at all times to take all those pictures I've said I wanted to take before we move on.

Here are just some of pictures I want to take and will post when they're taken.

*I have two favorite houses here ... one very extravagant that we pass every Sunday on the way to church, and the other, a more manageable abode and so beautiful.
*The different colors of homes in New England. I love how deep and rich some people paint their houses: reds, blues, greens, yellows, burnt oranges, black and dark browns ... you'll see what I mean when I actually post them ... so unlike what we're used to in Utah.
*Granite curbs. (I'm pretty sure they're granite, sure look like it). Our friend confirmed there's a lack of gravel here and so asphalt and granite are used, where Utah seems to be built upon gravel pits and so cement is very plentiful.
*Live wreaths (or candles) in every window of a home at Christmas time (I can't believe I procrastinated on this one so badly that I won't be able to get it before we go) ... so beautiful and a tradition we've said we'd like to carry with us wherever we go.

But today I did get a picture I've been wanting to take ever since the blossoms started. On our bike rides we pass a beautiful tree in bloom on the border between two exceptionally well-kept houses in our back neighborhood. It's so stunning to me that I've contemplated ringing their doorbells and asking permission to have family pictures taken in their yards. Hopefully they'd take it as a compliment, but I doubt I'll really do it. Someday I hope to have such an inviting garden/yard.
I wish my camera and picture taking skills could do it justice. (Notice the asphalt curbing)

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


Sophie's always been affected by music. Whether it's listening to Aretha Franklin or 80's ballads, she pays attention.

Her latest thing has been to sing at the top of her lungs, which sometimes sounds like she's screaming. Then she'll stop and laugh.

Tonight as I was putting her to bed she was singing:

"Do AS I'm doing,
pollow, pollow me"

The emphasis is definitely on the 'as', and it's pretty funny. It took a little longer than normal to go to bed because she kept singing over and over, without seeming to tire. But it was cute and worth the extra 10 minutes.

Monday, April 5, 2010


My mother has often told me of days when my siblings and I were young and my dad traveled. She's said that our dinners mostly consisted of hot dogs, mainly for the convenience.

Now I find myself in the same boat, although hot dogs haven't graced our menu yet.

Matt's been out of town and our nightly menus have been thus:

Tuna sandwiches and tomato soup
Peanut Butter and Honey sandwiches (twice)
Fish Sticks
Lasagna (at least one night I tried)
and tonight, Waffles

Do you think I have issues with carbohydrates?

It's a good thing he's on his way home:).

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Eastery start to the weekend

It seems when you have children you celebrate holidays longer, i.e. as soon as St. Patrick's Day was over, everyday seemed like Easter. We broke out the baskets earlier and held our own egg hunts (sans candy) throughout the house on multiple days, printed coloring pages off the internet, and baked goodies. The great thing about this year has been the twins' realization of why we commemorate Easter.

In Primary they watched some of the Church's videos of the crucifixion and resurrection, so we've been answering tons of questions like, "why did those men want to hurt Jesus?" and statements like, "but Jesus was resurrected with living breath" (? don't really know where that recurring statement comes from ... a song? a lesson?), anyway, it's really made an impression on them and so we've had many great discussions about it.

*Yesterday we made Sweet Dough Bunnies, a recipe I got many, many years ago while interning at KSL (noon cooking segment). They must've cleared out their recipe archives because a quick search didn't find it - it was there last year. I'll forward the recipe to any interested.
*Took our annual Easter picture. We went to the Church today for part of General Conference and so I snapped this before going.
Something else we did today was go stock up on some board games. Target was having a really good Hasbro sale and I was in the mood for a game of Twister. On the way home from Conference Sophie and Wes fell asleep, so Kate and I broke out the games and had a ball. That girl's more flexible than her mother; I never realized how much of a workout Twister can give you:).Tomorrow we're planning to lay low and enjoy more words of inspiration and revelation.

I love this time of year.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Sophie's Version

Sophie sings 'Follow the Prophet' so well without the camera in view, but I can never catch it. So this is the best version we got for documentation purposes. She's far too concerned with saying "cheese" and "so pitty" (so pretty) when she sees the camera.

Thursday, April 1, 2010


A squirrel has somehow made it into our basement and can't seem to figure out how to get back out.

I first noticed him/her/it this morning as I was taking things downstairs to put in storage. Our basement is unfinished with shelves lining the outer cement walls and one bearing wall down the middle. The squirrel was up in the rafters of the floorboards. When he saw me he scurried along the outer wall and the next I saw him was in our winery/back storage; at least I hope that was the same one and not a partner. There were some bottles knocked over (beets and peach jam), thankfully not broken, and paper and cleaning products on the floor, as if he'd hopped over to that shelf and scattered the contents.

It hasn't bothered me all day, but now I'm starting to get concerned. Our landlord will probably come by tomorrow for the rent check so maybe I'll let him know.

I went outside to look for the point of entry and can't find it. Evidently he can't find it either.

After many trips up and down during the course of the day, and not seeing him again, I hoped he'd made his way out. But this last time I went down I got as far as opening the door to the stairs. There he was about 6 stairs down, looking at me. I screamed, slammed the door, Kate came running, and I had to explain that squirrels aren't necessarily scary, but kind of alarming if they're not in a place they're supposed to be.

During dinner I even heard what I thought was scratching at the door that leads downstairs. Could've been my imagination, but I don't think so.

So here I sit, trying to figure out what to do, short of calling an animal control person. I've created scenarios in my head reminiscent of Curious George's antics or even MacGyver's. But so far haven't dared try any of them. I'm just hoping we get him out of there before he gets desperate and starts gnawing through our cereal boxes/pasta/cake mixes in food storage.