wild mountain thyme (time)

summer time is coming  
and the trees are sweetly blooming
and the wild mountain thyme
grows around the purple heather

That's how our weekend was this past weekend.   Trees sweetly blooming and that feeling that summer time was finally coming.

IMG_2555 We started Saturday with lacrosse.  I'd missed the last game, so it was a great treat for me to sit in the sun and watch these boys.  That's Callum on the left, making a shot on goal.  One of them will make it in one of these days.

IMG_2561 Here he is looking over the shoulder of the statistician, checking on his ground balls.

IMG_2572  We're starting a little project on the little gray house (note the fridge in the middle of the room), and I know I've promised to talk about it.  I will.  My head is full to bursting. 

IMG_2603 Callum's such a help.  At one point he walked in and said, very accusingly, "Mama, Papa's painting!"  Neel's not allowed to paint.

IMG_2574 All weekend, men cooked for me.  That's our neighbor David. He got a yen to grill some steaks and told his wife Diana to figure out someone to ask over.

IMG_2576 We got lucky.  This family is another reason why Callum has no problem being an only child.  Their oldest is on his lacrosse team and has been a great mentor and friend to our boy.  Next down in their pack is one of Callum's good buds on the block.  He's been absorbed in the loveliest way.  It was fun to sit in their kitchen and watch him run in and out with the pack.  These guys are moving this summer, and we're all heartbroken.

IMG_2596 We ate outside, grilled veggies, a wonderful cucumber salad and garlic mashed potatoes to go with our lovely grilled steaks.  David even asked (worried) if we had a problem with garlic.  After dinner the kids played more lacrosse, and we sat around the fire pit and ate dark chocolate and drank port.  By then I was too warm with wine and friendship to pick up my camera.  Summer time is coming.

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sunday supper, sobo style

IMG_2609 So we started talking, round the 'hood, about the idea of having regular, communal dinners.  Once a week, once a month, the particulars didn't seem to matter as much as that we were making a choice to gather together to share a meal.  So this week we started the first of our SOBO Sunday Suppers.  And I have to stop and ask, what the heck is Neel laughing about? 

IMG_2620 Our plans were loose, simply that we'd bring some food, whatever each of us had planned for dinner, and throw it all on the grill, sharing everything, family style.

IMG_2622 Of course there was wine.

IMG_2623 Grilled pineapple was Catherine's call.  It could have been dessert, but it was perfect with the meal.  Note the paint on Neel's index finger.  More on that later.

IMG_2628 All over, but the last drops.

IMG_2627 We cleared the dishes away, and the kids got up and played.  As Tyler said, "Dinner: dominated."  We were already chatting about what to cook next Sunday.  Jean and Paul and their brood didn't make it this week, but Tyler called it when he said, we know we're going to have them, and if you can get here come and join us.  So, here you are SOBO, we've got it goin' on, come on over.  Family of choice, all around me.  I love having something to look forward to.

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out for delivery

IMG_2449 This stack of lovelies had me refreshing the "Where's My Order" tab under my account on Amazon.com yesterday.  No wonder my dad calls it "damazon."  I love the whole process from shopping to ordering to watching my order's process across the country until I pull up in my driveway and see it on the porch.  I'm looking forward to all these reads, even though Joker One is probably not appropriate nightstand reading (for me at least).  I was so impressed with the author when I heard him interviewed on Fresh Air a few weeks back, I couldn't wait to read the book.  Nothing more needs to be said about A Homemade Life.  Heck, I'm even thrilled with my copy of The Chicago Manual of Style, although it might be more fun if it really were what my boss thought when I told him I wanted it - which was something more along the lines of my Tim Gunn page-a-day calendar!

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oh yeah, and easter

IMG_2375 Let's bring those guys in for their close-up, shall we?

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IMG_2372 The kids hunted for eggs, here's Callum, finding his special Chick.  It was hidden particularly high. After that there was some corn hole and burning of leaves with magnifying glasses (an Easter tradition in some parts, I'm told.)

IMG_2361 There were cheese and crackers, asparagus wrapped with prosciutto, rum and tonics, oh and then we ate.

IMG_2406 I love the look of a newly laid table, waiting for dinner. 

IMG_2403 But any holiday is about the food, and this was no exception.  Honey-baked ham, of course, pineapple casserole, potato and leek gratin, sweet potato souffle (did not fall) and carrot bake (must. have. recipe.).  Let's face it, aside from the ham, all pureed.  Nursing home food.  Not much more satisfying than that.

IMG_2407 After dinner we had to take a walk, but chairs and quiet corners beckoned.  More conversation over yet more wine and a little bit of cake.  Sometimes family comes from who is around you, and here, this day, is where I found mine.

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just what I needed, apparently

IMG_2424 Some good friends, some cartons of Chinese food and a bottle of wine (whine, anyone?).  Who could ask for anything more?

IMG_2427 We made short work of the food and the wine (and Jean took care of the Coke), talking, talking, talking...

IMG_2432 This little guy is no dummy.  After his third sock change of the night, it was pretty clear that he just wanted to hang out with the ladies.

IMG_2436 Dessert you ask?  Of COURSE! "Just Fudge Pie," cookies made by a woman in Neel's lab (Oh my GOSH, Thank you, Katrina!) and almond cake.

I ate too much and stayed up too late, but it was just what I needed.  After surrounding myself with all that love, I feel a little better prepared to face the week. Thank you, ladies, for a perfect night. xoxo.

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I'm still here

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding 
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain.

IMG_0018 Spring seems particularly Eliot-esque to me this year.  Everywhere I turn there seems to be discord and trial mixed with bursts of joyous blossoming forth.  And then there's the pollen.  Pollen and discord.  Deadly mix. 

Neel has a grant due tomorrow, and we're all a bit worn down.  I'm going to take a cue from Thea and ride out the rest of the week, I think. There has been a lot going on, and some of it good, too and I want to tell you about the good stuff.  All the trial I think I'll keep to myself.  It's only interesting to me, really, and even then not very much.  Bear with me please, and I'll be back after the Easter Bunny.  We have nice plans for Easter that include H.A.M. and P.I.N.E.A.P.P.L.E. C.A.S.S.E.R.O.L.E.  Gonna have to tell you all about that.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow 
Out of this stony rubbish?

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spring is sneaking in

IMG_2240 It's been a sly one this year, that spring.  Callum and I just finished up spring break, and our best day was Sunday, the day before we head back to work and school.  Sunday of soaring temperatures and sunny skies.  As I sat typing this, Tyler was outside mowing our grass (it's true, our neighbor mows our grass, what kind of sweet deal is that!), the dogs were splayed out in random corners of the yard, so stunned by sun that none of them noted a bird hopping idly along in the shade beneath Callum's swing, and a robin sped madly along the roof of our shed, his beak filled with bits of twig and grass.  The phlox is coming in, along with the hyacinth and jonquils.  Dandelions too, but fortunately Neel is ever-vigilant.

Callum too, seems stunned by spring.  This team sport thing has been so good for our boy.  He's one of the youngest out there, soaking it all in, bursting into bud like the trees that line our street.  I can see the confidence bloom upon him.  At times his need to be big kid among them, his teammates - the other big kids, clashes with our awareness of his comparative youth. 

"No, you can't go up there by yourself.  There needs to be an adult with you."

"But I'm not a baby," he wails.

And he's not a baby.  Too little and too big.  We try to help him save a little face, riding bikes along instead of driving him, but staying very clear that he's not there yet, big kid.  I'm reminded of fat toddler hands that tried to scramble out of mine to go alone up and down the stairs.  It was ever thus and thus it ever will be.

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still with the sunday supper

IMG_2164 We're so civilized.

IMG_2170 Callum with his John Deere tractor cup.

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IMG_2174 Laughing until we fall off our chairs or cry or both.  See all those clean plates?  We did manage to eat some too.

IMG_2161 I want to jot the recipe down because it was a perfect Sunday supper, especially for spring time.  I found it out on the internets, a Food and Wine site, and you could too, but why go searching when I'm going to tell you about it right here?

Lemon and Cream Braised Pork Roast (do I have you interested already, or what?)
2-3 pound pork end roast
1 1/2 cups cream
1 head garlic, sliced crosswise
2 cups of water
salt and pepper to taste

Place pork in cast iron casserole (I used my Le Creuset), and add cream, garlic, water and salt and pepper.  Zest a lemon and add the zest, the halve the lemon and squeeze the juice over top of the pork.  Cover and bake in the oven for 3 hours at 300 degrees until meat is tender.

Remove pork from liquid and pat dry.  Strain and skim fat from liquid.  Return liquid to casserole and bring to a boil.  Boil for 45 minutes until liquid thickens and reduces. 

Add two tablespoons cooking oil to a skillet and brown pork on all sides, using tongs to turn.  Slice the pork, pour on the reduced gravy and enjoy with much laughter.

Now I modified this recipe to fit my cut of meat.  The Food and Wine site called for a 7 pound piece of pork, five cups of water and two cups of cream.  The only thing I retained was the whole lemon, and it might have been a touch too lemony.  I haven't been able to decide, because truly, the lemon cream has a lovely flavor.  Perfect for a spring evening.  I'm thinking there are leftovers for lunch today.
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stashed (also known as eye-candy friday)

So last weekend when the temperatures soared spring-like, and I had ample opportunity to sit idly and recover from my bout with the flu did I do so?

No.

With the prospect of a house guest coming this week and a party for the faculty of the school where I work the following weekend, did I attend to my housewifely duties and clean and dust and mop?

No.

Based on a suggestion from friend Megan inspired by a blog post she saw here, I decided to organize my yarn stash by color.

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IMG_1956 I'm so glad I did!  The Blue Rain Room is just bursting with color.

IMG_1946 I simply cannot get enough of it.

 

I feel sure I've described the situation of my little studio, but please forgive me if I don't go digging through blog posts to see for sure.  It used to be the master bedroom of the little gray house, but when we bought the house an addition was being finished that included a kitchen and master bedroom and bath.  The old master bedroom became obsolete, somewhat of a walk-through room.  You have to go through it to get to our bedroom.  It would have made a lovely nursery had we still been in nursery days.  It's hard to know what to do with a walk-through room.  I think we have visions of someday including an upstairs laundry/closet, but that will have to wait until we redo our master bath which will incorporate our present closet.  And that will have to wait until we have money.  You know, when Callum's out of college. If ever.  But you know how houses do that to you.  Especially the old ones, it seems.  We're always saying things like, "If we took that wall out and moved the water heater out to the utility room..."  Presently it's the kitchen inspiring these conversations, but that's a story for another day when I've been folding the laundry in front of HGTV while I'm recovering from the flu.  How I ramble on...


IMG_1969 Anyhoo.  The walk-through room makes perfect sense as a little studio, and I took this picture while standing in the doorway of our bedroom.  This is what get to look at when I get up every morning.  Lucky me.

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IMG_1955 For the real eye-candy, I dedicate these last two photos to my friend Marianne.  She's a brialliantly-gifted jewelry designer who won't let me buy any more of her jewelry in any shades of green.  I think you can see why.

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seventeen-ingredient dinner

IMG_1851 While I was sick, Neel took over cooking duties.  I have a cookbook that my friend Megan gave me called The Four Ingredient Cookbook, but could I plan a dinner out of that on a night I was sick?  No....I thought chicken minestrone soup sounded good for someone with the flu. 

Chicken minestrone soup.  The Seventeen Ingredient Dinner.  Poor Neel.  I do most of the cooking in our family.  Well, let's face it, I do pretty much all of the cooking in our family.  Neel does lunches and breakfasts for Callum, but planning, shopping and preparing dinner falls on me.  We occasionally have these grand schemes of sharing duties.  My parents both worked and split the week, and part of me would love that, but it never manages to materialize around here.  I always assume this is true for two reasons.  The first is that I really do love to cook.  True, I get in funks just like anyone else, and tired of it and bored, and all I want to do is go out every night, or have someone hand me a big old plate of homemade macaroni and cheese that I didn't make.  But the truth is that cooking to me is very satisfying.  I've figured out that the key is to know what I'm doing when I walk in the door at the end of the day, and as long as I do it's a way to unwind, feed my creative energy and tend to my family.  Plus I'm bossy. 

That, I always figured, was the second reason.  It's hard for me to let someone else have my kitchen.  When in doubt, blame me.  It's my fault that Neel doesn't cook more.  I can't seem to let him.

But when I feel like this, he can have the kitchen.  No problem.  Get on with your bad self, Neel. 

Except.

After the Seventeen Ingredient Dinner, I actually had an ephiphany about why Neel doesn't cook.  It ended up being quite important, really.  Here's what happened.  I get out the onion, the carrots and look around feebly for the broth.  That's pretty much as far as I get.

Me:        Do you think you can handle dinner tonight, Babe?

Neel:      Sure!

Me:        I think all you need to do is get this stuff chopped.  The spinach is in the 'fridge, oh, and I wouldn't worry about pre-cooking the pasta the way it says. I'd just add that about ten minutes before we're ready to eat.

Neel:     Okay!

Silence while Neel chops and chops and chops.

Neel:     Do we have any rosemary?

Me:       There's fresh in a pack in the 'fridge.

Neel:     It calls for dried.

Me:       Fresh will be fine.

Silence while Neel chops and chops and chops.

Neel:    When it says, "diced" what does that mean, exactly?

Me:       Chopped, like squares.

Neel:     How big?

Me:       Like, little squares.

Neel:     ??

Me:       One inch.

Silence while Neel chops and chops and chops.

Neel:     It calls for oil and butter.  Why does it call for oil and butter?

Me:       (worn out, now) Can I explain it later?

Neel:     Do I need oil and butter?

Me:       Yes.

Neel:     Where's the corn oil?

Me:        Use olive oil.

Neel:     It calls for corn oil.

Me:       *--*

Okay, so here's the thing.  Neel's a scientist.  Which means when he's not writing grants asking for money to do experiments, he's in the lab actually doing experiments.  And what are experiments or lab protocols but really bizarre, complicated recipes?  Recipes that you can't fudge.  In my recipes you can use fresh rosemary instead of dried and it tastes better.  And your one-inch diced chicken or squash or whatever needn't be exact.  Corn oil-Schmorn oil. 

Here's what Neel's recipes look like.

Preparation of 10 liters of TC-100 Culture Medium (Neel points out that this is food you feed insect cells and would be a lot like soup.  Hmm.)

NOTE:  Use tissue culture supplies for everything (beakers, cylinders, bottles, stir bar, etc.).

The day before making the medium, make sure the following is done:
● Rinse 24, 500ml bottles with DI H2O, sterilize in autoclave and dry.
● Wrap approximately 40 spatulas in foil, autoclave and dry.
● Clean bench-top with 10% bleach and put down new bench paper and stir plate.
● Fill 12L PC carboy with exactly 9.5L of tissue culture grade water and incubate at 37C overnight.
(1)    Add stir bar to carboy and begin stirring.
(2)    Weigh out the following dry ingredients and add to carboy:

...and here there's a list of a jazillion things in a table that you add, Neel stresses, one at a time.  I said, "Whatever, dork, I skimmed that part."

(3)    Let stir 0.5-1h.  If ingredients are floating on top of the water, shake the carboy a little.  Adjust the medium to 10L final volume with tissue culture grade water.
(4)    Adjust pH to 6.2 by slowly adding (over a 15-20 min period), 10N KOH.  To monitor pH during adjustment, remove 5ml of medium, measure pH, then dispose (do not throw back into carboy).  To make 10N KOH solution, add 11.2g KOH pellets to 50ml conical vial and add tissue culture grade water to a final volume of 20ml.  Put on Nutator to dissolve pellets.
(5)    To filter the medium into bottles, place all the bottles into t.c. hood and remove caps.  Use the Sterivac 10 0.22μm filter unit (Millipore/Fisher) to filter sterilize medium.  The tubing for filtration should be wrapped in aluminum foil and sterilized by autoclaving before use.  Add 450 ml of medium/bottle to leave enough room for 10% FBS to be added.

THE END.

So, duh, no wonder the poor man doesn't cook.  I wouldn't either if I had to pay attention to that stuff all day.  I am, however, thinking he'd make an excellent baker.

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you know you live in the south when...

a nine year old says, "All my dreams have come true!" when he wakes up and sees this:

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That was last Monday.  Pretty pathetic, huh?  With temps in the low 20s and 30 mph winds, the kids couldn't even play outside and attempt to make snowballs out of this little dusting.  I know I was, "Rah, Rah, We Want Snow!" before, but after a weekend of blue skies and warm air, right now I'm all, "BRING ON SPRING."

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sick bay

Well it turns out I had the flu.  We seem to have knocked it back to a glancing blow, and I'm down to a gnarly cough and resultant diaphragm pain and deadening fatigue.  I plan to go to work today, but I haven't quite worked out how I'm going to manage the drive.  I'm convinced I never would have gotten so well so fast without some tremendous help.

IMG_1855 Nurses Violet, Lucy and Thea now reporting!  (Not pictured, Nurse Turbo McFatty Thea, on duty at the foot of the sofa.)

IMG_1854 Hop to, Nurse Lucy!  (It's her third 11-7 shift in a row, and she's feeling the effects.)

IMG_1858 We're all pretty worn out, actually.

IMG_1861 Nurse Violet is steady-as-she-goes, though.  She's offered to take a double shift, if it means she doesn't have to move.

Photo credits to Neel, who I'm sure, would want me to point out the Eagles cap.  He said it would keep me warm, and I said, "Like it helped them win?"  I had to wear my own cap today.

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