Monday, January 25, 2010

My dog, the dead-duck-retriever.

If it flies, and my husband shoots it, then this sweet pup will retrieve it.

And somehow this picture manages to make the hunting experience look kind of neat and pretty as opposed to barbaric and gory.

Not this picture. The duck looks, well, dead. And the sweet pup? He just looks bloodthirsty.

And because I know that my husband reads my blog . . .

Honey, just a reminder, Henry doesn't like to get his hands dirty, so I'm thinking he won't care for killing animals. And Harper? Well, she's going to be my hippie. So it looks like it will just be you and that pup wading through swamp waters on cold, wet January mornings.

Upon your return, you'll find us snuggled up under the covers, staying dry and warm, and dreaming of hugging trees.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Fajita Fish Tacos

This is a favorite meal of mine, and I don't even like fish that much.

This is a relatively quick meal to pull together, and by keeping fish filets in the freezer, we can have it without a run to the grocery.

ALL the ingredients: Flour, Cornstarch, Baking Powder, Salt, Egg, Beer, Red Hot, Butter, Green Pepper, Onion, Frying Oil, Fish Filets, Tortillas, Shredded Cheese.

Begin by mixing the dry ingredients for the batter. Start with a cup of flour.

Add 2 Tbls. of cornstarch, 1 tsp. of baking powder, and 1/2 tsp. of salt. Set aside.

Now begin sauteing the onions and peppers. Start with 2 Tbsp. of butter.

Slice one onion and one green pepper.

Toss into the saute pan. Keep sauteing over low-to-medium heat while you prepare the frying oil and fish.

Now heat up your frying pan. Pour oil into the pan one inch deep. You know that the oil is ready for frying with this trick: Splash a dash of water into the oil. If it pops, the oil is ready.

Cut up your fish. I cut each filet into six pieces.

Now finish the batter. Mix one egg with . . .

. . . one cup of beer.

You have permission to drink the rest of the beer. It's all part of the fajita-fish-taco experience. No wonder I like this meal so much.

Oh, and don't forget those onions and peppers. Give them a quick stir.

Back to the batter. For a little kick, give the egg/beer mixture a few dashes of Tabasco or Red Hot.

Foamy is good!

Oh, and would ya look at all that cellulite on my daughter's legs! Ain't it cute? I so wish I could say the same about my cellulite.

Alright, enough of that. Mix the egg/beer mixture with the flour mixture. And time to assemble the fish.

Take a piece of fish, dust it in plain flour, and . . .

. . . then drench it in the beer batter.

Toss into the oil.

Once the fish is a light golden brown, flip it.

This should only take a minute on each side, if that.

Place the fried fish on a paper towel.

By this time, the onions and peppers should be done.

Time for fajita fish tacos!

I serve them with flour tortillas, shredded cheese, and rice (Spanish Rice from Rice-A-Roni, because that's how we roll). And I cut up a tomato for MY fish tacos. My husband received a whack gene and he despises tomatoes. It's a total freak-of-nature thing. I married him anyway.

Here is the inside of my fish taco.

And here she is, all rolled up, and ready for mad consumption!

Ingredients (yield 8 tacos):

1 c. flour
2 Tbls. cornstarch
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1 egg
1 c. beer
Few dashes of Red Hot

1 large onion
1 green pepper
2 Tbsp. butter

4 fish filets, cut into chunks (I use tilapia.)
Frying oil

8 tortillas
Shredded cheese
Tomato (optional)


To make the beer batter: Combine flour, cornstarch, baking powder and salt. In a separate dish, combine the egg, beer, and Red Hot. When you are ready to fry the fish, quickly add the flour mixture to the egg/beer mixture.

Slice the onion and green pepper and saute them in butter.

Heat the oil in frying pan (375 degrees).

Cut the filets into six pieces each. Dust each piece in flour and then drench in beer batter. Fry until golden brown on each side. Drain on a paper towel.

Assemble fish tacos. I suggest a flour tortilla filled with three pieces of fried fish, a few sauteed onions and green peppers, shredded cheese, and diced tomatoes.


Friday, January 22, 2010

B is for Bible.

Henry LOVES books.
I was worried there for a bit because we weren't reading to him as much as I thought we would/should/could. As a new mom, people were constantly telling me to read to my baby as much as possible. Read, read, read. Well, life happened and we just didn't read to our baby Henry very often.

I surely thought I was raising a child who would hate books and learning and his mother and well, Satan had me convinced that I was royally failing my baby.

But it didn't matter (Satan always loses). One day Henry picked up a book (though we didn't read to him much, we made sure to have plenty of books available . . . you know, osmosis), opened it up, and the rest is history. Now my growing boy absolutely loves books.

And when I walked into his room and found him reading THE BIBLE, well, my heart leaped straight out of my shirt and smothered him with crazy love.

That's right, folks. My son, a Biblical scholar. Who loves books. And learning.

And his mother, I think. The little stinker still hasn't said, "Mama."

But I won't let Satan win that battle either.

Thursday, January 21, 2010


Happy Birthday, Oma!

Seriously, look at my mom. Does she look like a Grandma? NO! Anytime someone meets my mom for the first time, they ALWAYS say, "I thought she was your sister." All I can do is pray that I get her genes (no offense, Dad.)

In addition to her youthful appearance, my mom has crazy energy for her grandbabies. On a typical Sunday, my mom makes dinner for my family - five adults and Henry (Harper is still nursing). We usually go over to my parents' house early so that we can visit before dinner.

My mom is amazing. As soon as we walk in the door, my mom immediately grabs one of the kids and continues preparing dinner as she juggles a toddler or infant in her arms. If a diaper needs changed, she changes it. If a nose needs wiped, she wipes it. If an ouch needs kissed, she kisses it - all while making a five course meal for her family (she makes a VERY large meal so that she can send leftovers with my dad who lives in Wooster during the work week).

When time for dinner, she insists that everyone else fix their plate first; she'd rather be holding one of her grandbabies than eat a hot meal (thank you, mom!) And after dinner, she is the first to start cleaning the kitchen, working hard to get the cleaning out of the way so that she can relax and enjoy time with her grandchildren.

Absolutely amazing.

Thank you, mom, for all that you do for us and our kids. Words are simply not enough.

We love you.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I snuck up on Henry. His reaction couldn't be better.

Gosh, he makes life so stinkin' fun.

Monday, January 18, 2010


If this face doesn't make your day, then there must be something seriously wrong with you.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

French Breakfast Puffs

Matt was away on business last week (a rarity). He arrived home late Thursday night, so I made a simple yet hearty breakfast for us Friday morning. In addition to sausage and eggs, I made Pioneer Woman's French Breakfast Puffs.

The ingredients are basic, the recipe simple.

But let me tell you, these are absolutely delicious. Delicious. Served warm with a cup of coffee, oh my word, life doesn't get much better.

Friday, January 15, 2010


This is the scene in our living room most evenings.

I love nighttime.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Non-Maternal Instincts

Nonmaternal Instinct

Giving Linda Blair a run for her money.

Have you seen The Exorcist? You know, the Linda Blair movie about a young girl possessed by some freaky demons (I suppose all demons are freaky), and in the most memorable scene her head does a 360 degree turn and she curses terrible profanities (I guess all profanities are terrible) and she pukes up nasty green stuff.

Well, we experienced that here just last week. In real time. In real life. With real people, not cute child actors like Linda Blair.

You see, the stomach flu trampled its way into this house, and as it hit each member of my family, it became progressively worse.

It started with me. I swore it was only food poisoning that I blamed on clearance mushrooms (yes, there is such a thing, and I buy such things). And then my husband started vomiting (though nauseous, I never threw up), and again, I blamed clearance mushrooms. But when my baby boy started puking EVERYWHERE, I realized it wasn't the clearance mushrooms after all (My son snubbed the clearance mushrooms. He's a total food snob).

But let me tell you, watching a little one vomit is like watching a scene from The Exorcist. Minus the 360 degree head turn and terrible profanities. And my son's vomit was slightly pink, not green. But other than that, my son gave Linda Blair a run for her money.

I am SO thankful it is behind us. I am SO thankful that Harper never got it. I am SO ready for cold and flu season to be over.

Exorcisms just ain't my thang.