Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

My neighbors have what they’ve decided to call an ‘apple bush’ in their backyard; it’s not large or impressive and they don’t spray, but they do get some fruit in late summer.  My children have been eating little apples from their tree for weeks now (with their blessing!), and they’ve brought me enough to make a few pints of applesauce.  (We’re not talking jars here–I just cooked down what I could salvage from the worms, blended it up skin and all, and stuck it in the fridge.)  I went looking for recipes using applesauce, since my kids don’t love the blended texture and I wasn’t about to pull out the food mill for such small quantities, and I found this Glazed Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal Bread.

My son is now obsessed.

Thankfully, it’s fairly simple, delicious, and has some decent nutritional value.  I subbed out 3/4 cup of the white flour for wheat and used regular yogurt, since I didn’t have Greek; I also split the cinnamon into half cinnamon, half nutmeg, because who bakes with apples without both?  (Not this girl, I tell you what!)  It’s sticky and messy and best just a little bit warm, but the leftovers are certainly still tasty.  If you could see my son’s face when he realizes I’m making it…

Anyway.  Try it.  You’ll like it.  We do!

Tonight I took my two older girlies to the General Women’s session of our church’s twice-yearly general conference.  The speakers were inspired (and inspiring), the company was lovely, and I came home feeling blessed.  It’s very easy to focus on the minutiae; the dishes, the laundry, the homework, the ferrying of kids to school and dance and piano and appointments.  Those things are repetitive but important, after all.  Evenings like these, however, remind me to redirect my focus to Christ.  If you have the time, visit lds.org and gain a respite from the world!

I’ve read a book or three by Sid Fleischman; he’s got at least one Newbery, and he does a mean adventure story.  The Entertainer and the Dybbuk, however, is unlike anything else of his that I’ve read–possibly, it’s unlike anything else, period.  A dybbuk is a Jewish spirit capable of possessing the living, which is exactly what Avrom Amos, murdered by the Nazis and seeking revenge, proceeds to do.  His chosen vessel is one Freddie, formerly an American GI, now a ventriloquist bouncing around Europe a few years after the end of WWII.  The dybbuk wants revenge on his Nazi murderer; Freddie needs a way to stop moving his lips during his ventriloquist act.  The unlikely partnership ends up helping them both.

Here’s the thing about this one.  I thought it was fascinating and hilarious; I’m not sure kids in its intended age range, however, are going to fully appreciate it. On the other hand, I’d recommend it to a slew of adults, so I guess it’s up to you.  I’ll leave you with an excerpt from Freddie’s initial search for someone to perform an exorcism for him; it may help you decide.

              A taxi pulled up at last.  Freddie leaned forward and told the driver to find him a Jew.

              “Any particular Jew?” asked the driver.

              “There’s more than one?”

              “A few are coming back.”

You see?  Fleischman specifically set out, he said, to incorporate the Jewish sense of humor into a book about the Holocaust.  I’d say he succeeded.  You’ll have to tell me what you think!

When I received a copy of Pancakes!:  An Interactive Recipe Book for review, I was somehow expecting a book with different varieties of pancake recipes; when I realized it was a board book following one recipe, with tabs and other young-child-friendly activities, I was sadly disappointed.  (I wanted that book of different recipes.)  I came back to it eventually, however, and this time I realized that it’s actually a delightful little book when you’re not expecting it to be something entirely different.  In addition to several tabs, there’s a page with one of those rotating wheels at the edge (I’m sure there’s a name for it, but I’m tired) and a removable pancake towards the end.   This would be a perfect gift for someone looking to begin cooking with a toddler.  Or a baby shower gift–accompanied by a toddler-sized apron?

Hmm.  I wonder if anyone I know is having a baby…

I’ve read quite a few of Margarita Engle’s verse novels and more or less loved them all; she tells stories I know nothing about in language that sings.  I think, however, that I’ve been too tired with the start of school to fully appreciate Silver People:  Voices from the Panama Canal.  The intertwined stories were engrossing, the ‘Forest’ sections brilliant, and the story as a whole simply amazing; it was difficult, however, to focus on the plot as easily as I usually do, because she evokes the setting so poetically.  (I wish I’d read this at a time in my life that I wasn’t going to bed at midnight-ish and waking up before seven.)  It’s a fascinating book, mind you, and it tells quite a different side of the story than I remember learning in junior high, but Engle’s verse novels are closer to the verse end of the spectrum than the novel end.  Read this one and more–they’re fabulous–but try and read them when you’re at least partially rested.

I was totally planning on reviewing a book today, but the weather changed, and it’s so incredibly beautiful!  There is RAIN!  And coolness!  Hallelujah!

Not that the weather changing automatically edges out a book review, of course–I could wax rhapsodic about the change AND do a review–but I was pondering my dinner plan on the phone with my friend Andrea, and she pointed out to me that soup could actually be an option again.  Yay soup!  Onto Pinterest I went, and since my older girls have piano from 3-4 on Fridays, I went with this Vegan Lemon Chickpea Orzo Soup.

Mmmm.

In all fairness, mine wasn’t vegan–I don’t stock vegetable broth, since chicken works for us.  I also substituted half oregano, half basil for the thyme, because thyme does not so much work for us.  And none of my children loved it as much as I did, because I alone in my household fully appreciate the beauty of lemon. They all ate it, however, and oh, I enjoyed it!  No meat to thaw, no long term cooking–easy and fast and delicious.  (Not to mention fairly healthy!)  If it’s soup weather where you are, give this a try!

1.  I apparently have a corneal abrasion in my right eye.
2.  I also have a temporary contact there, to prevent my eyelid from rubbing it painfully every time I blink.
3.  My sister-in-law and I (one of them) made 15 pints of grape freezer jam today.  Want some?
4.  I’m almost done with the book that’s both beautiful and, sadly, not what I’m in the mood for right now.  Hallelujah!
5.  My son is still struggling with being away from me during kindergarten.  I’m open to suggestions…
6.  I have to be dressed and ready obscenely early tomorrow in order to go back to the eye doctor.
7.  Which means I’m headed off to the shower, and then to finish my book, and then to sleep.  Goodnight all!

Okay, that title was more fun than accurate, but here’s the thing.  I’ve had something bothering my eye for the last 24+ hours, and I really just want to get in the shower and see if that helps.  In the meantime, the Apple Pie Oreos are decent (although not amazing), but the PB&J ones not so much.  My hubby and I have mostly different dessert preferences and neither one of us liked them.  (The kids did, but you know how that goes.)  There’s my brief review–wish my eye luck!

Does anyone else hate making dinner on Saturdays?  I’m usually poopered from all of the random projects we tackle on the weekend; for a while there it felt like we were ordering pizza more often than not.  In an effort to rectify the situation, I started to consciously plan crockpot meals on Saturdays.  All of the work happened in the morning when I was working anyway, and then at dinnertime, poof! dinner.  What’s not to love?  And since today is, in fact, Saturday (right? because on Monday holiday weeks I do struggle!), I figured I’d highlight three of the recipes I’ve tried thus far.

Crockpot Cowboy Casserole:  This was heavier than our usual fare, but it worked for me.  I cut the ground beef down to a pound and used pinto beans instead of kidney beans (personal preference); I also heeded the warning in the comments to season the potatoes generously.  I quickly sauteed the onions and garlic in a bit of oil before tossing them in, because they taste so much better that way, and we just topped our individual portions with the cheese.  It’s hearty, it’s filling, and it’s surprisingly tasty.  (It also completely fills a medium-sized slow cooker.)

Cheesy Ranch Chicken and Potatoes:  This was tasty!  I did make a homemade cream of chicken soup mixture, since it’s fairly easy and I prefer the taste, but otherwise I followed the recipe on this one.  Not precisely low-fat, but we enjoyed it.

Crock Pot Italian-Seasoned Chicken with Potatoes:  I really liked this one the day it was made, but the leftovers made the Italian dressing feel a bit strong.  It also could have used more potatoes to feel nicely balanced.  I threw a few baby carrots in, but regular carrot slices would have been tastier, and possibly more of them. (Although be warned–it was already a very full crock pot.)

There you have it–three ideas in one!  And I’m sure this won’t be the last post of its kind.  In the meantime, though, what do you do for dinner on Saturdays?

The reason I spaced last night’s post is actually kind of exciting; between Wednesday night and Thursday night, my hubby and I actually managed to watch an entire movie together.  (I told you it was exciting.  Do you have any idea how long it’s been since we did that?  No?  Neither do I.)  By the time we finished “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,” it was late and I was tired and only did the bare minimum before bed.  To make up for it, here are my impressions of “Fantastic Beasts”…

1.  Not quite what I was expecting, but quite a ride.  I liked it.
2. Is it just me, or did Eddie Redmayne play his character as mildly autistic?
3. So Creepy in spots.
4. I want pastries!
5. Colin Farrell is good at upsetting me; between “Fantastic Beasts” and “Saving Mr. Banks,” it’s kind of hard to look at him.  Which, I suppose, means he’s good at his job.

If you haven’t seen it, you should.  Until tomorrow, folks!