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September 2009

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I, Hausfrau

Last night, around 6 PM, the sky opened up and poured buckets of rain onto the streets of Seattle.  The thunder boomed overhead and echoed across the tall buildings downtown, over to Elliott Bay and it’s sprinkling of pretty boats and ferries.  Despite what everyone thinks, it rarely really RAINS here.  Sure, it drizzles.  Yeah, it’s gray and glum in the winter.  But the heavens prefer to tease us with low hanging clouds rather than really deliver the goods.

And you know something?  I love the rain.  It’s cleansing, and every city needs a good bath once in awhile. As previously mentioned in my Pumpkin post, I love to embrace the crappy weather and just surrender to the chokehold of coziness.  It’s so much more pleasant that complaining about it (which doesn’t bring the sunshine, by the way). 

So, I walked home in the rain, my bouncy curls becoming wet strands of sadness, and I slipped into something comfy, lit every candle I own, and started to cook.

I made a batch of split pea soup, a loaf of Irish Soda bread and a hot, bubbly peach, pear, blueberry cobbler. 

The house smelled like a tiny little cottage in the woods, inhabited by seven dwarfs and a raven-haired princess.  It was pretty great.  And, as I entered the office this morning, coffee in hand and hair freshly curled, I mused to myself, holy cake flour!  I could very well be the human embodiment of the Virgin Mary!  Or at least, a real Twenty First Century Fox!

And then I proceeded to spill the contents of my mug onto my dress and boots and thought, maybe not.

But still!

It was easy, and you should try it.

Little Pink Devotional’s Split Pea Soup

  • 1 bag of split peas, rinsed and picked through
  • Medium white or yellow onion, chopped
  • 2-3 big carrots, peeled and chopped in coins
  • 2-3 celery stalks, chopped
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1 tsp Sea Salt
  • White pepper to taste
  • Pinch of allspice
  • 1 vegetable boullion cube or 8 cups of vegetable broth
  • Drizzle of olive or vegetable oil

Get out your big soup pot and drizzle in your oil over medium heat.  Add the onion, celery and carrots and cover it until the carrots are barely tender, about 10 minutes, stirring every few minutes.  Throw in the peas, seasonings and liquid- 8 cups of water and a veggie bouillion cube or 8 cups of veggie broth.  If you’re doing a cube, take some of the water, heat it and dissolve the cube first.  Bring your soup to a boil, stir it up, then lower the heat, let the mofo simmer while you make your bread.  Be sure to stir it up and scrape the bottom often so it doesn’t burn.  After about 30 minutes, the peas will soften and your soup will look like bright green, beautiful baby food.  You can get fancy and add a dollop of creme fraiche and some chives, or you can throw it in your Worlds Best Grandpa mug and eat it while watching Full House re-runs.  Do as you wish.

P.S. It’s vegan, but no one else needs to know.

Little Pink Devotional’s Irish Soda Bread

  • 4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 T baking powder
  • 1 tsp sea salt
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 6 T cold butter or marg
  • 1 1/2 c buttermilk*

Preheat oven to 350.  Grease a cookie sheet.  Add all dry ingredients to a large bowl and mix well.  With a pastry blender, cut in the cold butter until mixture looks like little crumbs.  If you don’t have a pastry blender, just use a fork or your hands.  Add the buttermilk and stir just until it’s all wet.  Over blending will turn your bread into a hockey puck.  Now comes the fun part.  Lightly coat your countertop and hands with flour.  Take your dough and knead it 8 times on the countertop.  Isn’t dough great?  I want to start a dough club, where all we do is make dough, eat it off our fingers and then go home.  Anyway.  Shape your dough into a rough, cute dough ball.  Sprinkle with a little flour.  With a serrated knife, make a big badass “X” on the top of the dough, about 1/4 inch deep.  Put it on your cookie sheet and pop it in the oven for about 60 minutes.  When it’s done, put your loaf on a cooling rack and let it hang out while you clean up and set the table and stuff.  This is so good hot, slathered in butter or honey or jam or lemon curd or slices of parmesan cheese or Nutella or whatever. 

*If you don’t have buttermilk (which, I never do) just take 1 T of apple cider vinegar or lemon juice and add milk to measure.

Now I’m too hungry to post the cobbler recipe.  So, just enjoy your soup and bread and go to Dairy Queen later or something.

xo!

Sep 30, 2009
Mini Inside-Tickle

Do you ever get this feeling?

You are taking a hot, hot bath, the kind so hot you have to dip in one toe at a time, and when you lift your foot out, it’s bright red, but you insist- INSIST!- on getting in that hot bath right now, you can’t stand to sit on the toilet seat doing nothing but examining your cuticles until the water cools down.  So you slowly melt in, and your skin burns, but only for a split second, and then…it’s hot, hot heaven.

And then, it happens.  The Mini Inside-Tickle.  It’s in the tum.  And it’s like a muscle contraction of the abdominal muscles and I almost always feel it in a hot bath, ever since I was a wee Little Pink Devotional.

Last night, after I crawled into a hot bed and spooned my very sleeping boy, I felt the Mini Inside-Tickle.  My tum started to flutter on the inside, and my belly contracted as if I were being punched by a very tiny boxing elf.

So…anyone else get this feeling?  Or am I really being abused by invisible sprites?

Sep 29, 2009
Sep 28, 2009
Pumpkin

I am happy that we are NOT moving next month.

Nothing felt right and homey, and moving is probably the worst thing since awkward elevator silence. 

I am fully embracing the cozy, and I realized this morning, as I walked in the chilly Seattle air, that I am embracing the cozy because I feel sad inside.  I want to be bundled.  I want a scarf around my neck and the pathetic, lonely excuses to not see people, or talk to people, or be social or be involved.  This is terribly awful.  It’s not healthy.  But sometimes a girl just needs a bottle of bourbon and her thoughts to keep her company.  The changing leaves almost demand it.

But, I do realize that there’s enough unnecessary whining in the world, and you know what?  I have nothing to be sad about.  It’s about time this girl pulled herself up by her garter straps and rejoiced in the cozy.  I mean, it could be entirely possible to be introverted and extroverted at the same time, right?  Like a belly button.

Here is a cozy list of things to be happy about and look forward to.  Enjoy.

  • Pumpkin spice soy lattes
  • Pretty bright orange pumpkins all jammed together in giant piles at every grocery store
  • Silk Nog!
  • Big soft scarves
  • Cable knit tights under skirts
  • Boots.  Sweet Jesus, how could I forget boots?
  • Pony rides
  • Over the knee, thigh high and knee high socks
  • Fingerless gloves
  • Bright red lipstick on pale skin
  • Barrettes
  • Dark nail polish (I have missed you)
  • Journaling
  • Playing piano while making soup
  • Things baking in the oven and making the house smell super-coze
  • Candles!  Lots of them!  Lit all the time!
  • Tea kettles
  • Frosty grass in the morning
  • Flannel sheets and an extra couple of blankets on the bed
  • Hot lavender and rose petal baths
  • Hot cereal with walnuts and berries for breakfast
  • Pumpkin scones, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins
  • Pumpkin beer
  • Red wine
  • Old friends.  The kind you can just be with, and not talk, and it’s cozy no matter what.
  • Piles of movies to watch
  • Old movies and cookbooks from the library
  • Cocoa
  • Coloring
  • Reading to a child
  • Baking cookies
  • Making out
  • Holding hands
  • Girl talk
  • Making things
  • Taking photographs
  • Heady perfume, applied to the wrists and behind the knees
  • Not trying so hard
  • Just existing
  • Among wonderful people who love you
  • And who will always love you no matter what
  • And who remind you that the only way to be truly happy is to live outside of yourself
Sep 28, 2009
Wellbutrin.

In the beginning, there were highs and lows.

Babies crying made me ache.  A sunny morning near the ocean made me ecstatic.  I couldn’t eat, and wouldn’t, for there was no need.  My eyes took everything in like a giant straw slurping bubble tea.

Now there’s nothing, my head under the water, the sounds above only distant echoes.

I feel nothing.

I am a blank stare.  A sad pile of putty.  A lump of clay.  Cold and grey. 

This is not working.

Sep 25, 2009
Sep 24, 2009
“Sometimes I feel like a has been who never was.” —Sandra Dee
Sep 24, 2009
Play
Sep 15, 2009
Hey Girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!! → lifesbetterhere.org

Life’s Better where Pastor Joel is!  And, despite her name, Pastor Joel is a sweet n sassy gal, just like us! PTL!

Sassy McSasserton is also available for counseling in the Seattle area.  In her own  words:

I have a confession to make. I am not a trained counselor with diplomas hanging on the wall… But I do have the advantage of:

  • 25 years of a good (not always easy) marriage
  • 4 great (definitely not always perfect) kids
  • a great God (He holds all the answers anyway) and lots of books!

I hope to share some of what I have learned along the way because…Life’s Better Here!

I love stumbling across stuff that might be a joke, might not, but ends up being totally real.

Sep 11, 2009
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trial and error

You sleep in my memory like a puppy with a belly full of warm milk.

I want to wake you to say goodbye, but that would interrupt your dreams.  What if you are flying across a pastel sea, the bones in your body so real, if I woke you, you might come crashing down like lincoln logs onto the cold floor.  You might never get back to that place.  And my naive desire to express myself would have ruined everything.

It’s been years since we lived side by side, I’ve forgotten all of the small things that sustained me- there must have been something there to keep us together.  Some sort of magical glue.  Some reason to keep you close.  I’ve also forgotten the small things that drove me away in the first place.  I said cruel things in my mind.  I hated you and loved you all at the same time.

It’s better this way.  I know it is.  But I hate how the past has such a hold on me.  Everything is a memory.  I always seem to forget that this moment right now will be a memory some day.  I’ll regret not living in it.

What would I say, anyway, if I were to wake you up and pull you out of the past, a giant iris with the bulb still attached.  Hello?  I’m sorry? 

I want to put you to bed somewhere that makes more sense.

Sep 1, 2009
IM Tease

Pet peeve:

When someone sends you a potentially exciting bit of news in the form of a question via instant message (or text or email for that matter), and then goes completely dark, leaving you hanging.

Example: 

Guess what?!

You’ll never guess who I ran into today!

Guess who was asking about you the other day?

The only thing worse:  the answer wasn’t worth waiting for.

Example:

I have the flu!

Your mom!

Your moms friend!

Bo-ring.

Sep 1, 2009
A brief moment of freedom

Things I can do when the kiddo is visiting my parents for the rest of the summer:

Work late.

Not wear a watch.

Sleep in.

Not eat if I don’t feel like it.

Not cook.

Walk around.

Disappear.

Happy hour.

Propose fun, spontaneous activity with other adults.

Go to that cardio striptease class just like someone out of Steel Magnolias.

Attention all people without children:  relish your freedom.  You are on vacation and you don’t even know it.

Sep 1, 2009
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